#oh you want me to murder this old lady for you kid? alright

[shaniacsboogara]

I know it isn't technically a horror game, but I NEED shane and ryan playing skyrim in the next season of survival mode. I need to see avid skyrim enjoyer shane madej desperately try not to lose his mind as ryan bergara murders npcs and dies in the most horrendously pathetic ways. PLEASE.

[ka0ila]

|Enemity

genre- angst, smut, mafia au, dark romance, enemies to lovers¿

pairing- mafia!straykids x mafia!reader

type- series

warnings- smut, degradation, death, murder, blood, childhood trauma, virginity, dark, mention of rape, guns.

m.list

tags- @hann1bee

A winter morning,

My parents were shot.

That look on his face, i can't forget.

Those suffering eyes, i can't forget.

Blood, all over.

my face,

my clothes,

the floor.

everywhere.

The tall, muscular expression-less man stepped inside, looked at my brother and i, bent down and grabbed my dad by his hair and made him look towards him,

"i told you,hazlurt, i did. i warned you, i did and now, you're gonna pay it with your own life and your poor little wife." a disgusting smirk displayed on his face. He started walking towards my mom, all of a sudden, two men came in, held me and my brother, grabbed our jaws, and made us look towards our parents. Lyrian was sobbing, badly. The muscular man, grabbed my mom by her hair, "poor little thing, gonna pay for your husband's mistake, yeah?" my mom winced and he slapped her.

"stop! Valzart, don't bring her into this, don't hurt her, i beg of you!" my dad screamed, with a little energy he had left.

"not so fast, you know what i wanted Hazlurt, but you and your fucking loyalty towards your pitty little job is gonna get you, and your family killed." he snapped back.

He took out a knife and placed it on my mom's collarbone, "hey, i'm gonna engrave my name on your skin, infront of your husband, isn't that so exciting?" he said chuckling, dad tried to get up, he just couldn't and then Valzart, the muscular man, placed the knife on my mom's collarbone, "Stop! please" Jeongin shouted crying. Valzart looked towards him, "oh hey, you pity little momma's boy, it's alright, i'm not hurting your momma, it's just something she paying for because of your daddy's actions" he said and a disgusting little smile displayed on his disgusting face.

'C'

'R'

'I'

'S'

'T'

‘O’

‘P’

‘H’

‘E’

‘R’

Bahng Christopher Chahn.

The leader of straykids.

The engraving looked deep, my mom was screaming, even i wanted to look away i couldn't because one of his men was grabbing my jaw and made my look at my mom struggling, when i tried to close my eyes, he slapped me. Jeongin passed out hearing my mom scream, and yelp in pain, it was too much.

I was just a 8 year old kid, too small and understand or to express emotions.

"poor little girl, wanna know what daddy did? your daddy tried to betray us, and him being this poor little spy, tried to leak something very important, that's wrong right? betraying, betraying is wrong right, little one?"

Suddenly, someone hit him from the behind with a wooden stick,

It was my brother, Jeongin,

he mouthed 'run'

i looked around,

everything was so slow,

everything was echoing,

blurry,

hazy,

Jeongin held my hand, and

we ran.

BangChan

I can never in my fucking life forget his filthy name.

A mafia, A well known filthy mafia.

Known to be 'heartless', 'cold', and definitely not merciful.

Killed more than half of the top mafia's including Ogumai Kamasaki.

nearly no one was able to dream surpass The Great Harlenlando Eziquas, but he did.

My biggest enemy since i was eight.

…

"you came, RaIz." (Y/N) Hazlurt said while sipping her imported wine. "you called, Hazlurt" Jorian replied back smirking, Lileth raised her left eyebrow and smirked as no one ever dares to call her by her surname. "daring, aren't ya?" (Y/N) said in a stern tone, leaving goosebumps on Jorian's body, "here for a good reason, my lady."

"very well." (Y/N) said as she kept her wine glass on the back marble table infront of the pool. "what made you call me here, my lady?" Jorian said as he moved his hand to grab his whiskey glass. "nothing special really, just for my own personal pleasure" (Y/N) gave him a stern look, and smirked. As she moved towards him, he moved when step back. Soon, he was pinned down by (Y/N), "what are you planning to do to me?" Jorian said with lustfull eyes.

"Kill you just like you killed my brother's girlfriend"

"you know she deserved it." Jorian said with a scared but stubborn tone, with a wish to live. "oh? well then, you deserve to die" she placed her pistol's pointer inside his mouth and shot him. Jeongin was in the pool, looking at the drama. He was satisfied with what happened, flipped his hair; spread his arms and fell back on his back inside the water.

…

with a bang, i submersed myself in the water, he deserved it, he deserved to die, he deserved to die because he killed and raped his own sister and my girlfriend, the only girl i've ever loved in my entire life. i've had so many girlfriends but all of them were only for my own pleasure, but i fell in love with Miuka.

"Jeongin?" I heard my sister call out my name. For some reason i just didn't want to answer."I.N?" If she ever gave anyone a nickname, it was me, if she ever cared about someone, it was me. So, not many know i'm her brother as it's 'danger' for me. If people get to know about it, i'll be all her enemy's target. So, we're 'cousins' in the eyes of people, 'cousins with enmity' it's for the best i guess.Jorian Ralz, a man who worked under Bang Chan. When i found Miuka's dead body in our room, i saw his initials on her neck. Ever killed body under him, had those initials engraved. Whether it's his men, or him. Even if his men kill someone for their on pleasure or need, they had to engrave his name on the dead body. It's creepy; having your name engraved on someone's dead body you don't even know of, but it did make people terror him."yeah?" i said looking up at her swimming towards the edge. "are you satisfied now?" she said while ruffling my hair with a smile. "mhm, thankyou" i said and gave her a quick smile. She nodded and walked inside. she takes a bath everytime she kills someone. The moment she left, the staff came in, cleaned up that place, picked up the body, and took it somewhere, i don't even know what they do of all these bodies. Now, let's get to the police.The police, government, or anyone doesn't talk about the mafia's especially, (Y/N) Hazlurt and Christopher. Everyone knows about their rivalry, people who tried to interfere are now, well, dead. 'Being an enemies to lovers fan, i'd like them to fall in love and fuck everyday all around the villa.' is what Miuka used to say. I never said anything, Bang Chan ruined my family.

…

"fuck" she moaned as i inserted my second finger inside her. I looked in her dark brown eyes. I was moving my fingers inside her just the way she liked it, by her tightness,

i knew she was a virgin. She was squirming under me and i fucking loved it. I loved how i was controlling the amount of pleasure she was receiving.

She was flushed, her face looked adorable and sexy at the same time. Her black hair strands on her face, her mouth wide open, Moaning my name everytime i hit her spot, her arched back, her shivering body,

i loved it.

"i'm gonna cum" she said with teary eyes and barely audible. I stopped moving my finger, "beg for it" i said with a cold rough tone with my two fingers still inside her,

stretching her out.

She looked flustered, i was definitely her first. "please" she said whining, "please, what? what do you want me to do?" i said looking at her, she failed to maintain an eye contact.

She threw her head back, shut her eyes, and begged, "Please sir, pump your long fingers inside me, hit my spot over and over again, finger me like it's the end of the fucking world, just please let me cum, fuck"

she said and let out a loud moan when i suddenly started moving my fingers in a fastened pace with letting her complete and inserted my third finger. 'sir' definitely caught me off gaurd.

Soon, she came all over my three fingers, i made her look at the mess she made and the condition of my room's bedsheet. I inserted my fingers inside her mouth and made her taste herself.

I started moving my fingers in and out, the sound of the gags, oh how much i loved them. She looked at me those teary eyes, gagging on my fingers. Oh, how much it turned me on. "Do you want me to fuck you?" i asked her looking deep in her eyes, "i'm not ready"

she said stuttering in between the gags, i nodded and took out my fingers and got up.  "im so sorry, but i'm just not ready" she started sobbing. why was she apologising for not being ready? i frowned and sat back down taking her into my embrace.

"why did you apologise for not wanting to have sex right now?" i asked her after i made her stop crying, "it just, it just ruins the mood, and it's such a big turn off for you, i fear it's gonna make you not want me.." she said while looking at me sitting in my lap, hugging me.

"i won't get mad at you for not being ready, lair. Keep that in mind, always. Don't push yourself into something you're not ready for." She gave me a heart warming smile and kissed me. “you know, never mind” with that she kissed me again, with lust.

i was taken back a bit, did she think i’d lose interest? did she feel forced? all these thoughts muffled as i started losing control. i flipped her over,

she groaned as i slapped her ass cheek, everything was happening so fast. i was about to grab a condom when she said “i’m on birth control”. I pulled down her soaked panties, and started unbuckling my belt. “such a whore, such a whore for me, say it” she was flustered.

“i’m your whore, only yours.”

“yeah that’s right, you’re my fucking whore, mine”

i aligned myself infront of her entrance, i started rubbing it with the tip of my cock. i heard her whine, oh how much i loved her crying and whining. “are you sure?” i asked her as i huffed. “yes, yes, yes sir, please sir, just enter” she said in adrenaline. i chuckled and started submerging myself inside of her tight little hole, my hole to ruin. i heard her groan in pain,

“it’ll be pleasurable, adjust, it’s okay” i couldn’t be rough on her first, even if i wanted to ruin her and see her cry, i couldn’t. i gave her time to adjust, pumping slowly in and out, she was crying, “you’re huge!” she cried, i chuckled. “speed up” she said, “okay.” i said. I started pulling in and out of her dripping glistening pussy, what a sight.

“mmh- fuck.” she cried as i fastened my pace, i just couldn’t hold back, i couldn’t, her cunt was just so addictive.

“fucking cunt, wants me to go faster and then fucking cries, such a fucking loser” she clenched around me, “oh? you love degradation? such a fucking slut, my slut” i said fastening my pace, i was losing it,

the way she clenched around me, it was fucking me up, it was making me lose my mind, it was just so fucking addictive, i couldn’t hold back, i just couldn’t.

“i’m gonna cum”

“not now”

“please”

“shut the fuck up slut, you cum when you’re told”

“pleas-”

i slapped her ass cheek before she could complete her sentence.

she was a whimpering mess, crying, begging, begging for me to allow her cum, oh how much i loved it.

“cum.”

…

Jeongin, my next assignment. He doesn’t know i’m an assassin, he doesn’t have to.

i’ve been assigned to bring him, dead or alive.

He’s important they say,

he fell in love with me, but did i?

did i fell for his godly beauty? did i fell for his charisma?

i’m unsure.

last time i fell in love was when i was 11.

first and last.

…

“cum” he said. i left out a cry and whine, of both pleasure and pain. i lost my virginity to my assignment, i’m good as dead now.

[theshimadaslovers]

INSPIRED BY ART- IBA

Bandit Crush

(CASSIDY BLACKWATCH X FEMALE!READER)

I just look at this art and is so cute, I wanna give it a try!

*Blackwatch base, they were having a reunion about last mission...failed mission*

Gabe- I told everybody to back off! Why the fuck you stay there, Genji?!

Genji- Hm...*cross his arms looking away*

Gabe- ANSWER ME, BOY!

Moira- *open the door* I got bad e good news.

Cassidy- Ooh hey snake poison, we missed you *chuckle*

Gabe- Where the hell were you, Moira?

Moira- Jack Morrison find me on the laboratory and he wanted me to give news for you, commander.

Gabe- *sighs* What is the good new?

Moira- We're having a little help for the next missions.

Gabe- And the bad one?

Moira- Is a She.

Gabe- *looking around* And why this is bad?

Moira- Bad for me having to handle with young girls trying to look strong and feminist *roll eyes and step out the room*

Gabe- Moira we didn't...! WE DIDN'T FINISH THE REUNION!

Cass- Jesus...! Commander, can you scream lower? *lighting the cigar*

Gabe- No smoking inside...

Cass- ...fine...*sighs putting back on the pocket* So! Is a "she"? Interesting have a new woman figure here...I hope she is more...normal.

Genji- I hope she is at least hot...

Cass- Hey hey! *laughs* Don't be so thirsty, Genji.

Genji- A pretty woman would definitely make me feel better....

Cass- Oh yeah, I forgot that you were a playboy guy. Anyway! *gets up*

Gabe- Sit down, I'm not finished.

Cass- Alright...*sit down*

Gabe- Next mission...I- *someone open the door* GOD DAMMIT! What is it now?! *look at the door and feels embarrassed* Oh...

You- Should I have knocked, commander?

Gabe- *look up and down* Yes but I'm sorry yelled at you, miss. You may be the one.

Cass- Howdy, lady...*gets up taking off the hat holding against his chest*

You- Cole Cassidy...*wink and smile*

Cass- Oh...*laughs embarrassed* She knows my name! *whispers to Gabriel*

Genji- *take a look and sighs* Ok, she's hot. I'll take it.

You- Excuse me?

Cass- Hahaha! I'm sorry, miss! *put his hat on Genji's face* He is just a kid, you know!

Gabe- Well, so...can you introduce yourself, please?

You- Y/N strike commander of the Unit Forces in Canada.

Gabe- And you're Canadian?

You- Does it make a difference?

Cass- Uuh she's a tough...*talking to himself*

Gabe- How do you know Jack Morrison? He never mentioned you before?

You- Are you jealous, commander? *smirk* He never had a reason to mention my name.

Gabe- And what make you so special to come help Blackwatch? We make the dirty work here...

You- *laughs* I know, that's why I accepted... I'm the one who murder in cold blood, torture... first, I was trained to be a assassin and second, strike commander. I pass trought some good shit, commander Reyes. Trust me.

Genji- I trust her *wearing Bassie*

Cass- Give me the hat! *grab it putting back* Anyway! I need some coffee break, we'll leave both of you to speak a little bit more about...missions and...torture *wink and pull Genji with him together outside*

*After a few minutes, Gabriel and you leave the room and you spotted Cassidy coming out of the kitchen with another coffee mug, he stopped looking at you and smirk*

Cass- Howdy, miss.

You- Howdy...Jesse Mcgree...*cross your arms and smile* Changed your name?

Cass- Yeaah, you know...starting life from 0.

You- *smirk* It worked?

Cass- We will see *take a sip* Wanna a coffee?

You- No, thanks...*approching* I've heard that you were in Deadlock gang...*look at his tatto*

Cass- Well, old times! *laugh nervously* I mean, the boss there doesn't know I'm here yet, so...

You- Elizabeth Caledonia?

Cass- Oh...you know her.

You- I chased her for a long time, but now...whatever *fix his vestments* I could use you to catch her, but...I dont want to waste your charming, Cassidy.

Cass- M-My...My charming? Hehe...! *blushing*

You- *Grab him by the clothes pulling him to you* But if I catch you with Deadlock gang...you're a dead man! Understood?

Cass- Yes...! Yes! Of course! *swallow dry* Don't worry, strike commander, I will never be affiliate with Deadlock again, miss.

You- Good boy... *tap his chest and smile* You know...I always felt a little uneasy with cowboys *Playing with his collar*

Cass- Uneasy in a strong word, lady...*blushing* ~Why the hell I'm so fucking nervous around this woman?! I don't even know her! ~

You- Always so rebel and egocentric.

Cass- Don't believe in what you see in the movies *chuckles* I'm a cool cowboy.

You- You're a nice cowboy? *sexy voice taking your hand to his face feeling his face warmed*

Cass- Ye-yeah...*blushing harder* I'm...nice!

You- I always had a crush on you, Cassidy. Don't disappoint me...*pull his chest and smile walking away*

Cass- I...I...*laughing like a goofy* Yeah...I won't...*hearing something dripping and looking down, the coffee was dripping out of the mug* Wha...?! AH! My coffee! Clumsy cowboy! Dammit!

Genji- ...the fuck was that? *looking at him from the sofa*

Cass- Wha? Which part?

Genji- You literally turned you mug...are you ok?

Cass- *laughs* I'm feeling wonderful, partner! Hehehe!

*Later at Gabe's room*

Gabe- *laughs* She flirted with you? Really?

Cass- Yeah! I'm not lying!

Gabe- *take off his shirt* Right, you did not flirt with her? She did?

Cass- Yes!

Gabe- How can someone leave you so fucking embarrassed, Cole?

Cass- Her! She's so...! So everything!

Gabe- You just met her, Cassidy...

Cass- She knows me! And she said that always had crush on me!

Gabe- A crush on you?! Come on, Cassidy! *laughs*

Cass- She knows the Deadlock gang, God Dammit, Gabe! She were after Ashe a few years ago, I do even remember her talking about someone following all her tracks!

Gabe- Really? Oh, so she may have some stuffs about you.

Cass- Exactly, that's why! She have a crush on me *smirk* Got it?

Gabe- But you were a bandit.

Cass- She may like the bad guys *laugh*

Gabe- You're...not...a bad guy, Cass *holding laugh* Actually you're pretty nice for a bandit.

Cass- Hey, come on! I use to rob and...

Gabe- Kill innocents? I don't think so.

Cass- Ok, I do have a problem with being a actually bad guy! *lighting cigar and Gabe open the windows*

Gabe- *sighs* Well...so, what you gonna do? Hook up with her?

Cass- That would be interesting *walking close to the window*

*someone knock the door*

Gabe- Come in.

You- Excuse me *go in with some papers, look at Cassidy and smile* Well, am I interrupting something?

Gabe- No no...just talking. What is this?

You- Next mission, take a look yourself, commander.

Cass- Well...good thing you'll be with us this time *smirk looking outside the window*

You- *smirk* Yeah? It would be a good thing if you show up at my room tonight, Cassidy.

Cassidy- *look at you completely red, like the photo* Wh-what...?

Gabe- *surprised and trying not to laugh* ...!!

You- I need some cowboy to teach how to ride tonight...*wink and walk out the room closing the door*

Cass- *paralyzed*...oh...

Gabe- That was...*chuckle* insane!

Cass- I...I talk to you later...Commander...*getting out of the room* I got some...business to...take care.

Gabe- Take a good care, Cassidy, I'll only let you both do this time! *laughs*

Cass- Yeah yeah, whatever! *ran away*

Yeaah a short one! 1 shot! Yay! \o/

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love:Now THAT’S Comedy!!

Somedays was just another day in hell, especially in Imp City. Violence on the streets, the odd riot here or there as its denizens of imps, hellhounds, sinners and all the manner of hellborn walked to and fro going about their business. For Moxxie, his business would've been enjoying a rare bit of peace and quiet at the I.M.P office, basking in the downtime before and inbetween jobs or gigs.

But noooo, could't have that now could? Maybe even just some quality time with his lovely wife, Christ on a stick, he'd take some personal time with Loona or one of his, what was the word he was looking for? Oh right, Booty Calls. But insead of any of that, here he was in the living world, sneaking his way around a local park somewhere in Burbank, California looking for a tree house.

No not like some little cabin club house for some neighbourhood tykes, as like an actual, literal treehouse!! A very infamous one at that for you see this treehouse belonged to quite the celebrity. One our favourite little Imp Hitman had the distinct pleasure of being designated to deliver the client's revenge by proxy. As the sharply dressed, put own upon killer for hire mumbled to himself like a certain dastardly mutt, hauling a package securely in his arms, he couldn't help but reflect on how he wound up here. Thinking back to how it all started with that goddamn wolf....

~Imp City, The Pride Ring in Hell as overseen by King Lucifer Morningstar. To be precise, The Office of I.M.P (Immediate Murder Professionals, duh!!),a few moments ago~

??:"And that's why I want that damn-blasted squirrel dead!! DEAD!! YA' HEAR ME!! D,E,A,D DEAD as a doornail!! As dead as she made me!!"* Moxxie along with his ever lovely wife Millie and Blitzo's surly teen hellhound secretary and dispatcher Loona simply sat at their usual meeting room table, varying degrees of deadpan expressions on their faces as their latest potential client seemed to finally finishing his rambling tangent of ranting and raving, nonplussed as he seemed be coughing up a storm. The sinner before them was particular as he looked similar to but sure as fuck wasn't a hellhound like Loona. No this wolf was a sinner of the recently deceased variety and depending how well you knew your toon celebrities, he was a famous one.*

Loona:*shares a glance to her imp co-workers,slash friends with benefits (Don't tell Blitzo,none of his business what a grown hellhound does with her sex and love life.) before she rolls her eyes as she types at her phone.)"Right so yeah no shit Sherlock,we get that. You want this lady offed, kind of what we do here Pops..."

??:”That’s Walter Wolf to you, you punk ass whatever! Kids these days not even a mister, no it’s just pops, you’re about as worse than that squirrel!!”*The hellhound effortlessly ducked the old sinner’s cane as he once again went on another rambling tangent. Loona and the imp couple rolling their eyes as they waited for Yiddish accented codger to refocus. Yes sir, the one and only Walter Wolf, archenemy regular punch bag of Slappy Squirrel. Still holding a grudge and no doubt having wound up here because he finally bit the big one and it really came to bite him in his senile furry behind.*

Moxxie:*deciding it was time at least to try and get this conversation back on track. Particularly before the old lupine sinner caused himself to die...again. Was it possible to die twice in Hell for a sinner?* "Sir yes we get it. As Loona told you, we make it our business to go to the living world and get the likes of you their payback. So details would be nice, especially if there's any specific way you want her to die?"

Walter:*paused mid rant as he adjusted his glasses, squinting at Moxxie.* "Alright you little red skinned horned opossum, that's how you want it, you got it. I want you to take this little bundle right here and plant it somewhere in that uppity Slappy's tree in Burbank. Put it somewhere she's never gonna find it and KABOOM!! Ol' Walter Wolf finally wins one!! In your face ya uppity squirrel bitch!!"

Millie and Loona could only narrow their eyes with deadpan intent at the coughing, wheezing old wolf sinner, given the state of him implied exactly how he'd died in the first place. But hey leave it to old Walter Wolf to never learn a lesson, right? As Moxxie nervously eyed the package he now held in his hand, hearing the ticking of a clock as beneath its simple light brown wrapping paper was a bomb. Realising with little to no doubt he was going to have to go to the living world and actually try to kill Slappy Squirrel of all people!!

Moxxie:"....Oh crumbs...."*Now really given the circumstances and the magnitude of the situation he was about to find himself in? Who could blame him for being only able to respond like that? if Blitzo were here, there was no doubt he'd tell moxxie man up, stop being a little bitch and go kill the old squirrel!! It was their job!!*

~And now back to our regular feature present~

That moment of reflection made Moxxie grit his teeth and spit, if not outright hiss as he reminded himself if and when he saw that old wolf again? He'd slap the absolute shit out of him, like it wasn't bad enough he was going to try kill Slappy Squirrel? One of the few fondest moments in his otherwise abysmal childhood had been watching old Slappy cartoons from the living world with his gone far too soon saint of a mom. But of course sweet precious Millie took a moment to convince him to take up this job alone as 1. Blitzo was too busy with his usual shenanigans and 2. She felt going solo would do his confidence a world of good.

So of course he continued on, mustering up the fortitude to carry out his mission. Besides which he knew he had to make it fast enough since that stupid fucking wolf didn't tell him how long he had exactly left on the timer for this bomb!! Any further hesitation or delays and KABOOM!! but finally the sweet relief as he found himself at what had to be the tree that the squirrel called home.

It was fortunate especially for our fave little imp boi that it was dark out, made for a little stealth. Millie was onto something, doing this solo was doing wonders for his self esteem especially when he didn't have to be overly elaborate like at that summer camp trying to be in charge. Unlike that mission this would be direct and to the point, get in and plant the bomb then hightail out of there like bat out well, hell. Determined more than ever, the imp managed to pry open a window soon as he got close to the house, entering the living room so far so good, still unseen and unheard.

Now all he needed was a good place to plant the explosive package and he could haul his crimson behind out of here. But he had to be still smart enough about this, Slappy was a crafty one in her cartoons and there was no doubt age only increased that. Spying around the room as he stopped his sights upon a large pile in the corner. Bags and mountains of fan-mail and packages, no doubt too much for the squirrel to bother reading and sorting thorugh, it was perfect!!

Pleased with himself as he hummed a merry tune quietly, the red possum got to work as he dove his hands into the pile, burying the packaged TNT deep within fan-mail pile. A silent sigh of relief at a job about to be very well done, that ought to get Walter to shut up. Before he could start on making his exit, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket, fishing it out to see a text notification from Loona. It had to be legitimately serious for her to message him during a job, she'd been getting somewhat better with the dispatch details and she sure as hell wasn't sending him a sexy pic now of all times as he opened and read it.

Loona:"The stupid old fart just mentioned he set the bomb for 3 hours when he handed it to ya. If you're good to go then haul ass!!"

Moxxie checked his watch and saw the time, doing the mental math between when Walter handed him the package and the time he left for the living world and tried to find Slappy's house. He had about 2 hours, just enough time to make his escape and hopefully plenty of time before Slappy woke up or got home, assuming she was out late. Just as he was about to put his phone away, he froze like a deer in the headlights as he heard the flip and click of a switch, the living room lights snapped on. Turning to the source of the sound and knew all too well at once, he was screwed as he turned and saw Slappy Squirrel herself standing over him......in nothing but a towel as she grabbed him by the shoulders and pinned him against the wall, damn she was a strong old broad.

Moxxie:"Ooh crumbs...."*Now of course Moxxie wasn't just saying that due to being caught in the act but also well, just look at her!! Slappy had more than aged well, hell she was a figurative silver fox!! She had more curves than a freeway and a set of tits and ass that would make Minerva Mink green with envy. Her deadpan blue eyes twinkling no doubt with twinkling with thoughts of how much she was going to make him suffer.*

Slappy:*eyeing the imp as she began to speak up in that grizzled ol' new yorker like accent of hers.* "Ya know, I'll give ya points on the breaking and entering there slick, ain't often I had stalkers sneak into my place and almost not get caught. Would've maybe gotten away with it if I hadn't seen you outside my bedroom window right when I was I was finished hitting the showers. Real ballsy I'll give ya that...."*Moxxie gulped nervously as he awaited whatever toon type mayhem was about to befall him. Slappy was a mistress in the art of comedy-fu after all. It didn't help he was feeling rather turned on seeing her up close like this.*

Moxxie:"Now Ms.Squirrel, or uhm..sorry you've never married, have you? Not to be rude but I explain..."*The Imp paused as he noticed Slappy's eyes narrowed into a seductive gaze. A grin to match forming that sexy furry face of hers, causing him to see she was looking down at his crotch. Oh just terrific, Slappy Squirrel now no doubt thought he was some creepy looney pervert stalker. There was no doubt going to be a mallet in his future for sure when she suddenly spoke up, getting his attention.*

Slappy:"Well now far as sneaky fans go, you're definitely a looker...and really packing it. So I'll give you a pass, hot stuff if you do Lil' Ol' me a favour. It's been way too damn long since I got any and looks to me like you know how to help a lady scratch her itch."*Moxxie had a feeling he knew exactly what Slappy was going on about but there was no way this was happening, right?" Blinking as Slappy unpinned him and let him down, cluthching her towel as she walked with the sort of sway to her backside. Her hips giving off a hypnotic vibe that practically yelled for his attention before the silver fox or rather squirrel turned around. Looing at him with sensual mischief as she made a little come over gesture, finger wagging as she made it clear she wanted him to follow. The imp naturally obliging her of course as they made their way upstairs.*

Moxxie of course was interally freaking out and who could blame him? Okay on the one hand Slappy Squirrel wanted to get laid with him BUT on the other hand he had less than 2 hours and counting before the bomb went off!! If he wanted to get out still alive and breathing then this would take all his prowess and experience he could muster. Bring the A game as they would say because someone of Slappy's age and all clearly got around and anything less would not bode well for our Imp boi.

So there Moxxie now sat on the mattress of Slappy's bed, shirtless and his pants remaining on for now as the fine wine aged squirrel stood before him. That mischievous erotic minx grin on her face as she proceeded to flash him, dropping her towel as she stood before him in all her naked glory. Oh yeah this silver fox of a squirrel hadn't merely aged gracefully, if anything she'd gotten better with age. As she walked up to him, leaning in a way that made those luscious furry boobs of hers jiggle as she took his hands and made him touch them.

Moxxie:"Ooh crumbs..."*Now really could you blame the little guy? Less than 2 hours passing by every second yet here he was with a naked Slappy Squirrel. Her body language just screaming she was down to fuck, her odor a scent of acorns and the indication of her recent aforementioned shower. There was no doubt this toon hit her peak at puberty and never left since and only gotten truly better with age. Unable to look away as she struck a few seductive pin-up poses, showing off and displaying her stunning assets.*

Slappy:"What do you think Little Man? All natural unlike some bimbos I can think to name? No need for all that gentle love making crud, go on ad give them a nice squeeze."*The sensual cougar of a squirrel playfully goaded, shuddering as she sensually bit her lip in response to Moxxie obliging her.* "Mmm damn good hands there...guessing I ain't the first set of tits you played with...then again, what gal wouldn't want that, right?"*She teased coyly as she reached down to caress his crotch, the material of his pants stiff and swollen with his length and girth. Licking her lips as she decided to get a more direct look at the goods she was going to be playing with. Unzipping his fly and pulling down the waistband, boxers and all when her prize sprung out like a jack in the box.*"........Jesus, Mary and goddamn Joseph, where you been all my life, Little Man?"

Moxxie:*blushed as he smiled cutely and modestly, unable to help himself from massaging and playing with Slappy's furry boobs.* "Uhm something like the south...the very deep south."*It wasn't quite a lie, after all Hell was a deep south as you could get. Before he shuddered as Slappy grasped and began to stroke his cock, firmly and steady as she pressed her lips to his. Feeling her tongue shove its way with a thirst on par with honeymoon night with Millie.*

Slappy:*broke the sloppy kiss for air, stray strands of saliva connecting as she panted with desire, hugging Moxxie's face as she pressed it deep against the valley of her grey furred titties. Still beating his meat as she felt Moxxie purr against how warm she felt, her blue eyes gazing at him with a skyrocketing lust.*"Well Little Man from deep down south, I want you to take this damn cock and fuck me into a sexual coma. Fuck me 'til it feels like your dick falls off or I literally die of orgasm. Can you do that for me, Little Man? You want to fuck me so bad I might look like I'd be carrying your kids?"* The sly erotic squirrel grinned with delight as Moxxie gave her his answer in the best possible way. Squeezing and suckling on her boobs, showing he wasn't just experienced with women but not stranger to handling a furry woman either.*

Naturally Slappy was only more than fine to let out deepthroated gasps and moans as she began making out with the imp with a thirst and passion that put horny, hormone addled teenagers to shame. Their lips and tongues dancing together with sloppy desire as they fell on the bed together rolling a tangle of limbs. Silvery grey fur pressed and rubbing against crimson red skin before Slappy found found herself laying atop the imp in a 69 position. Planting her furred booty his face as her bushy tail wagged sensually in satisfaction as grasped and stroked his cock once more.

The silver fox of a squirrel breathed in deep the raw masculine scent radiating off of that dick as she began to plant kisses and licks upon it, spine tingling from the tip of her tail right along her nerves to her brain. Her arousal skyrocketing as she felt Moxxie’s hands grabbing her ass with firm squeezes as she found him eating her out, a very skilled and long tongue probing aw at her slit. This served to further fuel Slappy’s desire as she proceeded to return the favour, taking the length and girth of the imp’s dick and displayed her wealth of sexual experience with stunning fellatio. Deepthroating him in ways that would put even the most skilled porn star to shame before she levelled up the pleasure by sandwiching his shaft between her tits.

Slappy:*grinning sensually as she shot a look over her shoulder at the imp, as she rode on his face. Squeezing his head between her thighs as she stroked and jerked him off with a furry titfuck on his drool soaked dick.* “Mmhm, you’re not making too bad a first impression little man, I’ve made horses and bulls blow their load just from a handjob. Now I’m really looking forward to the min event. Remember, don’t do gentle, I want to fucking rut…” *She further emphasised her point as she locked her mouth back onto that dick. Licking and sucking what wasn’t covered by her big furry melons.*

Moxxie was well aware how intense and rough Slappy wanted it, unknown to most but a few select fans was that Slappy had a very active sex life. Some rumours went about that she’d done some porn here and there, even still today she held a high rank as the most searched GMILF/GILF around. Plus the fact he still had a bomb to worry about only reminded him this wasn’t just sex for surviving the wrath of Slappy, it was to fuck for his life!! As he smacked Slappy’s ass like a bingo drum, making the cougar of a squirrel moan as he continued to display his own oral skills, getting her nice and wet.

As soon as the moment to proceed past foreplay presented itself of course, our fave possum wasted no time in seizing the moment to rock Slappy’s world. And oooh was she finding it rocked Damn good as Slappy rode him cowgirl style, moaning deeply and lewdly with little to no shame. Her furry tits bouncing hypnotically as the Imp’s hands were squeezing her furry booths and sensually rubbing her swaying tail. That absolute unit of a dick of his hammering away as the squirrel saw a rising and falling bump indicating how deep his length and girth was hitting her.

It was enough to make Slappy wish she was a few decades younger just so this stud really could put a baby in her but all the same, he really knew how to make a woman feel horny. The silver squirrel relishing any and every moment he would cum inside her as they went through a variety of positions. A minute man he was not, no wham bam thank you ma’am here as even took it anal and oral, especially loving when he’d fuck her face as if her mouth and throat were an onahole. It was like he was fucking her as if his life depended on it which unknown to her, it literally was!!

Eventually after what felt an eternity, Moxxie checked his watch to see he had between 5 to minutes remaining on the bomb. Hips blurring as he was taking Slappy doggy style, the intensity and pace so bliss numbing that Slappy couldn’t help but fall into a prone bone position. Ass jiggling as her eyes glowed with pink hearts showing how pleasure overboard her brain was, her face a very rare expressions of fucked silly no fan had likely ever seen on her eben in her porn career. Before she felt the sweet embrace of unconsciousness take her as she came together with the imp one final time, sleep taking her as she basked in the afterglow.

Slappy:*mumbled into her pillow as Moxxie scrambled to make his escape, cock withdrawn from her slit as he rushed to grab and gather up his clothes.* “Daaaamn little man, if I was to die right now? I’d have no regrets…Fucking, A…”*So out of it that she hadn’t realised anything amiss or notice Moxxie jump right through her window. The imp running far away fast as he could, calling Millie or Loona to open up a portal back to Imp City. Just in time as the timer hit Zero, Slappy’s treehouse going up in a flaming mushroom cloud implosion.*

Over the next few days, The living world headlines were running amuck with the news of the sudden and shocking passing of Slappy Squirrel, most chalking it up to a possible gas leak at the least or a hit from one of her enemies. Down in hell, to be precise IMP’s office in Imp city, Moxxie, Millie and Loona were enjoying a rare bit of peace and quiet. The former Especially needed it given he was coping with having survived getting caught in the crossfire or the fact he up and actually offed Slappy Squirrel thatnis after he boned her. When suddenly the phone rang as the hellhound picked it up to answer.

Loona:”I.M.P, who do you want dead and why? Make it quick while I actually try to give a fuck…”*Speaking in her usual aloof blunt manner, humming as whoever was on the other end seemed to do something rare. Actually holding her attention and curiosity as she seemed intrigued.*”Ah-huh…mhmm…you don’t say…hang on…” *Moxxie and Millie seemed puzzled as Loona was grinning, giving the latter a knowing look as she set the phone to speaker. A familiar New Yorker accented husky voice speaking up.*

Slappy:”Hey there little man…..”*Moxxie widened his eyes in shock and panic. Why oh crumbs of course the squirrel wound up and no doubt wanted one thing…revenge!!*” Eeh now don’t worry I ain’t mad at you, You were doing a job besides which, I found ol’ Walter and tore him a new one. That’s what he gets for thinking he got the last laugh. Now how’s about you being that cute little Red Devil booty of yours over here and make my afterlife erotic? See you soon handsome…”*Moxxie had the most adorable dumbstruck expression on his face as the sinner squirrel hung up. Before he felt his phone vibrate, fishing it out to find she’d sent him her address…in the lust circle along with a picture of her naked and posing seductively. Millie and Loona looking over his shoulder, quite impressed.*

Millie:0w0”Hey Moxxie can I come along? I want to have a taste of that silver squirrel myself….”

Moxxie:”ooooh crumbs…”

[boreal-sea]

I'm watching Twin Peaks for the first time.

Pilot episode spoiler free thoughts: I am hooked. The characters are all really interesting and I want to know more and to watch all of them like ants. I want to put them in a jar and shake it up.

Pilot episode - liveblogging, full of spoilers.

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Lots of machinery ASMR and nature porn. Not sure what the show's about though.

Who is this sad person making sad eyes at the camera.

Hello fisher guy. Oh, a thing. Oh it's early spring, those tulips aren't up yet. Oh that's a whole body.

Lucy's gonna tell everyone. Oh boy he gets to use the siren!

Andy's got a big heart huh. Ope, they know her.

Hi lady (mom?), Laura's not coming down.

That kitchen is red.

Does David Lynch have a foot fetish?

Gross, don't spit dude.

"We're businessy businessmen doing business"

Is this Mr. Palmer? Yup. Also, there's the sheriff. Sarah knows what's up. Glad to see he cares about his kid tho. So often the businessy businessmen don't care about their kids.

Oh, I know this music! Now I know where it's from.

Ow, my ears.

Ah, Bobby. Here you are. You're a greaser huh? Ah, smoking and drinking, it's what Teens Do.

Idk if the acting is good or bad but I do believe Laura's dad's character is genuinely sad.

No really, does David Lynch have a foot fetish?

Bobby I want to hate you but you are very charismatic. Random screaming student. Everyone just seems to instinctively know Laura is dead.

Bobby was driving his third girlfriend home, he wasn't murdering anyone. Hey whoever this guy is, he's actually ensuring Bobby gets his rights, to a degree.

Everyone also seems to have really loved Laura. Like. It's almost creepy how much they all love her.

Oh, it's the music again.

Don't be sad, just get some drugs.

Oh, sad lady owns the mill. Josie Packard. Why is the other woman so mad?

Oh, that doesn't look like a good time, girl. Oh, she escaped.

It's Flattop greaser guy. He was in love with Laura too??

Hello eyepatch lady.

IT'S OUR GUY, RIGHT? The detective??? That's some sleazy music, he's gotta be a detective. He's very cheery.

Dale Cooper, FBI.

Huh. Dale, you're a bit of a snob. Also, you're annoying. Am I supposed to like you?

What is in this psych's ears?? Also, creepy, yuck.

Ew, Dale's going really far up there under that nail. Oh shit, a letter. Dale your face disturbs me.

Hey blonde boy, you don't tell Donna what to do. Heh, Ed's alright though.

Yeah, I'd also break the diary open, it's not like she's gonna write in it again. Hm, "J" is not Bobby. Day 26? Cocaine? Lockbox key? Mysteries abound. Also, chocolate bunnies.

I kinda love this cop who can't stop crying. Andy.

I don't think Bobby killed her. Wait, how was she studying at Bobby's house at 9:30 if her mom said she came home at 9? Lol using a calculator to type messages. "She wouldn't do that to me" hmm, do what? See "J"?

Audrey does what Audrey wants. *snort*. Audrey, you're great. Terrible, but I love you anyway.

Ooh, who said that line about the picnic earlier in the episode???

I guessed there'd be a reflection in her eyes.

Oh - it's flatop kid. He's the biker? But is he THE biker? And just cause he was the person behind the camera doesn't mean he killed or hurt them.

Oh, I've seen/heard "Fire walk with me" online before, didn't know it was from Twin Peaks!

Flattop has the other heart piece...

Seems that whole family is a bit... in need of help.

Ronette, who escaped, was a sex worker or something? In a skeezy magazine. Also a photo of trucker guy?

Ok Leo, your acting is kinda bad.

Oooh, Ed's getting it on with diner lady? Don't blame him. But meeting at the Roadhouse at 9:30? That's when flattop is gonna meet whatshername!.

Oooh she was his sister. That's why sawmill lady was so angry.

"Who's the lady with the log?" "We call her the log lady"

Mayor is senile, apparently. Dale, don't scare them all by saying the killer may be among them and then tell them not to start a witch hunt.

~oooh nighttime scary~

Hi, old man. Oh, Donna's relative of some kind. At least her sister(?) is gonna cover for her. Harriet. The bros are here to grab Donna but she's not there hehe. Blondie is Mike, got it. Heh. Harriet, that wasn't much of a cover. But Dad? Grandpa? I wouldn't have told THOSE losers she was missing, I would've said "She doesn't want to see your sorry asses".

Are you really gonna leave Hank? For Ed? Are you? Love this singer though. Ah, so the other bikers? greasers? don't like Mike and Bobby huh?

Oooh Joe's taking her to "James".

I'd turn off your lights if you're tailing, that's just me.

I do like how like, not-glorified this bar fight is. It's kinda lame actually.

So here's James.... oh, it's flattop. Oooh, so Laura WAS into sketchy stuff. And maybe Bobby killed someone? Aw, James. I don't think you killed her either. I might be super wrong, but hey. And it's the music again. It's fine, you can trauma bond and kiss to the music. Eey, Donna, that's a good plan to hide the necklace actually. If he's innocent.

Oh, I like that Dale already believes James didn't do anything.

Bobby that's a hell of a look on your face.

Aw, Donna's dad is a sweetie.

Bobby, you're so fucking weird. But apparently so is Mike, so whatever. Two peas in a pod. Also I don't like you anymore.

Ooh Mill owner lady and the sheriff are together, and the mill sister is planning some murder perhaps?

Uh, what? Was Laura's mom dreaming? Having a vision? Screaming for an unrelated reason?

(end of episode)

[duckduckhjonk]

Heya, here's Chapter 3 of my rtc fic! I had this in draft when I decided to post the first 2 chapters, the rest will probably not be as fast as this X3

Mystery of the Cyclone!

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Word count; 2,096

Notes; all in all a decent chapter, mostly setting up some future plotlines! And it introduces some original characters! :D

Mischa's idea of a first day back had low expectations. Yet so few of them had been met. At least it was over and he could go back to playing on the Nintendo DS he just got his hands on. Ricky had recommended him this Pokemon game for him to play.

Mischa descended the stairwell, making his way towards the exit when he was interrupted by a voice at the top of it. It sounded familiar but Mischa couldn't quite place from where.

"Hey, you," the voice called, "you're a student here right?"

"Yes, why do you ask?" Mischa replied, very much disinterested in whatever this kid was about to say.

"Oh, good, I'm new here and was told to come after school to the office," the kid explained, "but I cannot for the life of me find it."

Mischa debated for a moment just scoffing and leaving, but something about this kid intrigued him. Mischa swore he saw him somewhere.

"Alright," Mischa said with a sigh, "come."

"Thank you!" The kid followed a little sheepishly behind Mischa. "Oh, uh, by the way, it's nice to meet you, my name is Kallum."

"Mischa."

It was a few minutes of walking before either spoke another word to each other. Mischa was still extremely offput by this kid. He tried to think of where he'd seen Kallum before, although nothing came to mind.

"Mischa, right? You seem like a Leo to me," Kallum said rather bluntly, "and a rapper, do you rap?"

Suddenly it hit Mischa. This was Karnak. But Karnak was dead. How could he still be here and in the body of a thirteen year old.

"Ah, uhm, yes, to both things, I am Bad Egg on the YouTube, I upload rap songs there," Mischa stuttered, clearly awkward about someone who knew so much about him despite this being their first meeting. "What about you? Do you have zodiac sign?"

"Oh..." Kallum paused, "I'm not quite sure... I was told I have some kind of really bad amnesia so I don't remember much about myself."

"I see," Mischa's voice trailed off, "although you do seem familiar, I have feeling we might have met before, although I am not sure."

"Really?" Kallum asked, seemingly excited to hear about this potential memory.

The conversation died down after that. The two arrived at the office and Mischa was quick to leave. At last alone, Mischa pulled out his brand new phone and began texting his love.

He texted Talia to let her know he was out of school for the day. He told her about his eventful first day. Something about being told you might have been nearly murdered sure does make a day interesting.

The conversation simmered out rather quickly though which didn't sit too right with Mischa. He felt as though something was off, he just couldn't figure out what. He didn't want to ask because he trusted Talia, she'd tell him if there was something going on.

Shaking his concerns out of his head, Mischa found himself in front of a tiny bakery. He'd never noticed it before, despite having taken the same path every day before the Cyclone incident. With a shrug, Mischa entered the bakery and looked around.

For the most part, the bakery was empty aside from one old lady behind the counter. She seemed rather excited at Mischa entering. That confused the boy immensely. Normally people were terrified of Mischa. People would become quickly uncomfortable around him for whatever reason. Mischa walked up to the counter.

"Good afternoon, sir," the lady said, "what can I get for you today?"

Mischa looked over the selection, a neatly wrapped muffin caught his eye. "Ah, can I have that muffin please?" He pulled his wallet out.

"Of course, young man," she said with a smile, "that will be five dollars." She takes the muffin out and places it on the counter.

Mischa hands the lady five dollars and takes the muffin. "Thank you," he said as he moved to take a seat at one of the booths. Mischa took a bite and immediately was greeted with some of the best flavours he could ever expect from a muffin.

As he ate, Mischa kept his head in his phone. He meandered through a few social medias before putting it back down to focus on the food. As he did so, two other students walked in swiftly. They were engrossed in a conversation.

"I'm telling you, if we don't get at least one of them in for an interview, no one is gonna believe us," the taller boy said.

"Yeah, but wouldn't it be a little rude to immediately beg someone for an interview about a near-death experience after just recovering from it?" The other kid replied.

"Ah, Franklin, Maxie, how are you two?" The lady said from behind the counter.

"We're well, Miss Sophie," Max, the shorter kid, replied, "how are you?"

"Oh, you know," Miss Sophie replied, "it's always so quiet here."

"It's a quiet town," Franklin replied, very disinterested, "that Megamall is running everyone out of business. Won't be long before they come for you too." He handed Miss Sophie ten dollars, not even letting her process the very out of pocket comment from him.

Franklin received a plain donut and turned quickly to leave. Max was much slower and stayed a bit after they were handed a chocolate covered one.

"Ignore him," they said, "I think you're doing great." Max slid Miss Sophie a twenty dollar bill before leaving.

When they finally rejoined Franklin, Miss Sophie let out a sigh. "Oh he's right, this old shop might have to pack up soon."

This didn't sit right with Mischa. Gone just like that? After she gave him a really good muffin. "That is not fair," Mischa said, seemingly startling the woman, "you bake amazing things and it would be shame to see it go under just like that."

"Oh you're too kind," Miss Sophie said, seemingly having already accepted her shop's fate, "but traffic isn't coming in as it should. It's like people just forgot it exists."

Mischa was struck with an idea, "I have artist friend, we can make posters to remind people of your bakery."

"Oh you don't have to do all of that," Miss Sophie replied, now flustered.

Mischa stood up, empty muffin wrapper in hand, "this was best muffin I ever tasted. Uranium will know of your skill." He wasn't trying to sound threatening. Mischa meant well.

Miss Sophie nodded, "thank you, very much."

With that, Mischa left the bakery and began to set a course for Ricky's house. He quickly made sure to warn Ricky of his approach via text before he did so.

{Mischa - Ricky I am on my way to your house.

Mischa - you can draw right?

Ricky 😺 - Yeah! Why do you ask? :3

Mischa - I need a poster made.

Mischa - Bakery Lady is sad that she isn't getting customers and might go bankrupt soon.

Mischa - I want to help her.

Ricky 😺 - I see. I can help. :3

Mischa - Thank you.}

Mischa quickly pocketed his phone and picked up the pace towards Ricky's house. It wasn't too far from his own, so Mischa wouldn't have to worry about staying too late. Ricky's house was quite nice for such a small and poor town. It possessed three total floors and towered quite a bit taller than the surrounding ones.

Mischa knocked on the door gently. After a few moments, the door squeaked open. On the other side was a short lady accompanied by a fluffy tabby cat. She gestured for him to enter. She pointed him in the direction of Ricky's room without a word. Mischa nodded in thanks before making his way down the hall.

Ricky's room was easy to identify. It was covered in space themed stickers and a sign with a drawing of a cat in an astronaut suit. It was slightly ajar so the various house cats could navigate in and out. Mischa lightly tapped on the door before pushing it open.

"Ricky? You in here?" Mischa asked as he did so.

'I am. Hello, Mischa,' Ricky signed with a smile, 'come in. I got all my drawing supplies out.'

"Excellent," Mischa said as he found a spot in the room to sit, "I was thinking we put all sorts of baked goods over the paper. The words will say Miss Sophie's Bakery, best bakery in Canada. Fuck that mall."

Ricky began drawing but stopped as Mischa said the last part. 'I don't think we should swear on a poster. It might make her look bad.'

Mischa sighed, "you are right, Ricky. Scratch the last part. We will not mention mall in poster."

Ricky nodded and got back to work on a draft of the poster. Mischa put on some music to accompany the drawing. It wasn't the typical hardcore rap he listened to, instead it was purely instrumental. It sounded spacey. Hopefully Ricky liked his choice.

The poster came together quite well. It was on a tan background with beautiful drawings of various baked goods over it with the words Mischa had suggested.

"Do you have copy machine?" Mischa asked.

Ricky shook his head solemnly, 'I know the library has one. I was already thinking of heading there sometime this week. Maybe we could go together?'

"Yes, that would be nice. Before then I will get Miss Sophie's approval of the poster," Mischa said with a nod.

The two continued talking into the evening. Eventually Ricky's parents brought in some cheap takeout food for the boys.

"I have yet to try this Pokemon you recommended to me," Mischa admitted, "But I look forward to this Soul Silver game."

'Oh, you'll really like it,' Ricky explained, 'I have Heart Gold, so we can eventually trade version exclusives to each other once you learn more about the game.'

Mischa was confused on what some of the words Ricky signed meant. "What, uh, starting pokemon did you pick?"

Ricky pulled out his DS and flipped it open to reveal a tiny green pokemon with a leaf atop it's head. Ricky navigated to his party menu to get a closer look at it. It's name was Goldie and it was a Chikorita. Upon closer inspection it wasn't the green it was standing next to Ricky's character. It was a yellowish colour.

"Why is it not green like the overworld sprite?" Mischa asked.

'its Shiny. I spent hours trying to get it,' Ricky explained.

"Shiny? Is it stronger than the regular one?" Mischa asked.

'actually, no,' Ricky continued, 'its just a cosmetic difference. Every pokemon has a shiny variant, but they're super rare.'

Mischa hummed at this. He could understand the desire for something for merely cosmetic purposes. Perhaps he could attempt to partake in shiny hunts?

The conversation meandered off from pokemon to video games in general afterwards. Eventually ending up with them exchanging friend codes or usernames on nearly every platform. By the time Mischa had to leave, the sun had nearly fully set beyond the horizon.

Mischa hadn't had to walk very long before he arrived at his own house. Without any hesitation, Mischa pushed it open and immediately began to head downstairs and into the basement. Halfway down the stairs, he could hear the people legally considered his parents talking.

"We're going to have to tell him," the man said in a worried voice.

"Why?" The woman replied in an upset tone, "he doesn't have to know what we do with our lives."

"Because it's messed up to bring another child into this house without any warning," the man hissed, "to both the child and to him."

Mischa's entire body froze. They really had the audacity to try and bring another child here? After they locked him away? What happens if they're disappointed in how this one arrives? There's not a second basement.

Mischa attempted to continue down the stairs as quietly as usual but he felt his steps become heavy stomps. He slammed the door at the bottom of the stairs and flopped onto his bed. He took a deep breath and gently opened the DS on his bed.

The game was playing Pokemon, it was on the starter selection screen. He flicked through all three options. Cynaquil, Totodile, Chikorita. He felt conflicted on what to chose. That's when an idea struck. Whichever one turns up 'shiny' first, would be the one Mischa picked.

With that, he reset the game and the hunt was on.

[thenixkat]

The Coup - Fat Cats, Bigga Fish (Explicit)

Lyrics:

[Intro] Well, what do we have here?

[Chorus] Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down

[Verse 1: Boots Riley] It's almost 10 o'clock, see, I gotta ball of lint for property So I slip my beanie on sloppily And promenade out to take up a collection I got game like I read the directions I'm wishing that I had an automobile As I feel the cold wind rush past But let me state that I'm a hustler for real So you know I got the stolen bus pass Just as the bus pulls up and I step to the rear This old lady look like she drank a 40 of fear I see my old-school partner, said his brother got popped Pay my respects, "can you ring the bell? We came to my stop" The street light reflects off the piss on the ground Which reflects off the hamburger sign as it turns round Which reflects off the chrome of the BMW Which reflects off the fact that I'm broke Now what the fuck is new? I need loot, I spot the motherfucka in the tweed suit And I'm in his ass quicker than a kick from a greased boot Eased up slow and discreet Could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet Didn't want to fuck up the come-up So I smiled with my eyes said "hey, how's it hanging guy?" Bumped into his shoulder, but he passed with no reaction Damn this motherfucka had hella Andrew Jacksons! I'm a thief, or pickpocket - give a fuck what you call it Used to call 'em "fat cats," I just call them wallets Getting Federal: ain't just a klepto Mastercard or Visa? I gladly accept those Sneaky motherfucka with a scam, know how to pull it Got a mirror in my pocket, but that won't stop no bullets Story just begun, but you already know Ain't no need to get down, shit, I'm already low [Chorus] Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down

[Verse 2] My footsteps echo in the darkness My teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist I look down and I hear my stomach growling Step to Burger King to attack it like a Shaolin I never pay for shit that I can get by doing dirt Linger to the girl cashier and start to flirt All up in her face and her breath was like murder Damn, the shit I do for a free hamburger! Well you got my number, you gon' call me tonight? It depends: is them burgers attached to a price? I'm just kidding, I'ma call, even write you love letters Thanks for the burgers, um, hook me up with a Dr Pepper That's cool, you want some ice? Yeah, and some fries would be hella nice Damn my manager's coming, play it off, okay? 'Have a nice day!' I'm up outta here anyway

I use peoples before they use me Cause you could get got by an Uzi over an OZ That's what an OG told me Gots to find someplace warm and cozy to eat the Victuals that I just got Came to a underground parking lot "This place is good as any, fuck it, it's all good" Walked in, found a car, hopped and sat up on the hood Ate my burger, threw back my cola Somebody said "hey," it was a rent-a-pig, I thought it was a roller "Want me to call the cops?" I don't want them to see me Looked down and saw that I was sitting on a Lamborghini It was Rollses, Ferraris, and Jags by the dozen A building door opened; damn, it was my cousin Getting off of work, dressed up, no lie Tux, cummerbund, and a black bow tie I was like "hey!" "Who is it?" "Me" "Oh, what's up man, I just quit this company They hella racist and the pay was too low" I said "right, what was up in there though?" "A party with rich motherfuckas, I don't know the situation I know they got cabbage, owning corporations IBM, Chrysler and shit is what they said" Just then a light bulb went off in my head "They be thinking all black folks is resembling Give me your tux and I'll do some pocket-swindling" Finna change in the bathroom and not freeze off my nuts Lets take a short break while I get into this tux

[Pre-Chorus] Alright, I'm ready

[Chorus] Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down

[Verse 3] Fresh, dressed like a million bucks I be the flyest motherfucka in an afro and a tux My arm is at a right angle, up, silver tray in my hand "May I interest you in some caviar, ma'am?" My eyes shoot around the room there and here Noticing the diamonds in the chandelier Background Barry Manilow, Copacabana And a strong-ass scent of stogies from Havana Wasn't no place where a brother might've been Snobby old ladies drinking champagne with rich white men Alright then: let's begin this Nights like this is good for business Five minutes in the mix, noticed several different cliques Talking, giggling and shit With, one motherfucka in betwixt And everybody else jocking him, throttling Found out later he owns Coca Cola bottling Talking to a black man, who's he? Confused me, looking hella bougie Ass all tight and seditty Recognized him as the mayor of my city Who treats young black men like Frank Nitti Mr Coke said to Mr Mayor: "You know, we got a process like Ice Ts hair We put up the funds for your election campaign And, oh, um, waiter can you bring the champagne? Our real estate firm says opportunity's arousing To make some condos out of low-income housing Immediately, we need some media heat To say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police fleet! Harass and beat everybody till they look inebriated When we buy the land, motherfuckas will appreciate it Don't worry about the Urban League or Jesse Jackson My man that owns Marlboro donated a fat sum" That's when I stepped back some to contemplate what few know Sat down, wrestled with my thoughts like a sumo Ain't no one player that could beat this lunacy Ain't no hustler on the street could do a whole community This is how deep shit can get It reads "macaroni" on my birth certificate "Puddin'-Tane" is my middle name, but I can't hang I'm getting hustled, only knowing half the game

[Outro] Shit, how the fuck I get up out this place?

[ladyvesuvia]

i lied

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

WORDS: 3.9k

SUMMARY: He’d sworn that he’d become a better man and you had made a vow that you would stand beside him ‘til the day you died but alas, you had both grown to become liars. (Loosely Based on I Lied by Lord Huron and Allison Ponthier)

REMINDERS: drinking. intoxication. keg. parties. unhealthy relationship. angst. hurt no comfort.

A/N: please say you guys missed me

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He’d sworn to become a good man if not better as his grip on his shirt drenched in sweat tightened. All for you, he claimed; to which you assured him with all the acceptance one could muster: “It’s okay,” you said, your arms wrapped around him as he wept all the sorrows he’d tried to douse with alcohol away. “You’ll be okay, Buck. We’ll be okay.”

Was it foolish? Quite so, someone with logical thinking would say. However, it’s what made you strong enough to listen to Bucky with one knee down on the floor after driving hours you could not count just to get to Vegas with only closest friends you considered family in tow.

“[Y/N],” he had started, holding the wedding band between his fingers with a grin, “I’m changing all my ways for you. Become the man you deserve, you know. Now, with this terrible, terrible ring,” he said, his smile widening even more as he caught your laugh, “I’m promising to be with you until we’re bones. With that in mind, I hope you know I could never love anybody else but you.”

“A bit of a stretch, isn’t it?” you asked with a teary grin, disbelieving the sight in front of you.

“No, a promise is a promise, my keg lady. And I wouldn’t want you to die without my love, so.”

“Shut up before I change my mind,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“So you’ve made up your mind?”

“Yeah, so just ask the question, idiot.”

“Alright, will you do the pleasure of dancing with me until we’re bones? That sounds horrible. Sorry, I swear I practiced, I just . . . you know. It’s you.”

“Oh! So that’s what the scrap of paper with ‘bones’ written on it meant. Oh, good heavens, I thought you murdered someone or something,” you joked. “And to answer your question, my keg gentleman, I will.”

You celebrated later on with Natasha, her raising a toast in unison with the others.

“Huh,” Sam started, “why don’t you guys just get married here right now?”

“Oh, you’ll pay for it?” you quipped. “Hand over your wallet, Wilson!”

He raised his hands in surrender, and the night went on with the light honor of an engagement.

It was a fun time, laughs from your friends, tokens being tossed, and the promise of a bright future where love can prosper.

But it was either time just hadn’t been kind or it had just worn out your love enough for the truths the two of you had faked in the practice vows you wrote in a piece of memo pad. It was difficult to tell when it happened, but it did — the falling out. The part where the only reason for staying is for the sake of false comfort and pathetic convenience.

About a while after the engagement, the two of you had made it a must to look into a life in the suburbs. Heck, you still weren’t sure if you wanted it but . . . if it gave a little nudge of motion to your relationship and a little tap of relief at the sight of progress, you thought, why not?

So in a less than interesting visit to the suburbs after snagging a lovely two-storey three-bedroom home with a pleasant lawn, you ran into a couple of women out of your league.

Alischa, the woman next door with one four-year old daughter, had stopped by when you came to check out the house with Bucky.

“Kids, am I right?” she’d mused as she crossed the lawn, dusting her hands on her sweatpants.

“Excuse me?” you answered politely.

“Honey, with those branded bags under your pretty eyes, I could tell the little rascal hasn’t been kind to you, too, huh? I’m Alischa, with an ‘s’ and a ‘c,’ people often misspell.”

Right, you thought. Is this what the suburbs do to people? Or were you already fucked up way before?

“Oh, we don’t have kids yet. We’re planning it, though, so. . . I guess I got the bags early in the game.” You grinned as real as you could. “You know, like a head start.”

“Ah, yes. Husband not treating you well, darling? I actually have a blog, I think you’d really benefit from it. I mean, talk about life in here, right? Good thing I know just how to keep it—”

Yada, yada, yada. Nod. Nod, just nod and smile. You wanted it to end, for some saint to just pick you up and take you out flying or something. Just away from this suffocating place. And alas, your saint came in the form of a four-year old little girl dressed in a Cinderella costume to come take her insufferable mother away. “I stepped on Gus’ poop,” she called out.

Soon, Alischa with an ‘s’ and a ‘c’ bid her scripted goodbyes and was on her way to clean off the turd from her child’s makeshift glass slippers. Soon, that’ll be you, a voice in your head said. And you tried so hard not to think much about it on the way home as Bucky drove, the silence steady and craving mess.

“You okay?�� he said, putting one hand on your leg as the car slowed down to oblige with the traffic.

You nodded. “Just tired.”

He looked like he was to say something, and you wished him to do so, but he only swallowed it up as he took off his hand to keep driving, catching up with the green light. “Okay,” he settled.

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Back in your first year of college, you’d attended your first party in an unfamiliar dorm as your new roommate, Natasha had suggested as she’d been meaning to introduce you to her friend Steve.

You’ll like him, she said. He's a little shy but that’s just a part of his charm, she said.

He’d seemed too occupied on your date. But to be fair, having a first date in a college dorm party is not exactly the wisest thing to do. Especially when you noticed the reason for his absence of mind — the very person that brought you there.

He’d been silent for a long time, and he hadn’t taken a sip from his cup of booze. “You like her, don’t you?”

His fragile look was hilarious, and you wanted to elbow him or just pat him on the shoulder but he looked far too fragile just as his eyes. “Me?”

“No, I mean the ghost beside you. Yes, you. And it’s fine, I just think you should’ve made it clear to her that it’s her you like. She wouldn’t shut up about you to me. You sounded good on Nat’s record, so I’d say she thinks you’re pretty cool.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, duh. Now how about I take your cup and pour the remains of it on mine before I chug it down and get a refill?” He reluctantly handed it to you, still unsure and confused. “Where do I get a refill?”

He once again pointed out the buckets at the counter, and you saluted him — which he did as well — before you headed out on your way. Here’s the golden moment: in five steps, you bumped into someone who reeked of alcohol and sweat and tobacco.

The stranger mumbles “Sor sor” as he goes about his eventful night as you went on with yours.

After chugging down the last of Steve’s drink, you poured yourself another. With the burn very much present in your throat, you looked out ahead only to find some dude performing the very first time you saw a keg stand in real life. Cheers erupted as he dropped back down, arms in the air, eyes meeting yours and a wink making a guest appearance before a muffled thud sounded as he collapsed on the carpet floor.

Nobody seemed to notice, as all were preoccupied with the intense blasting of music and, of course, the booze. Your better judgment would’ve said, “Find Nat, tell her you’re going home, and sleep early to have a fresh Saturday tomorrow.”

Your better judgment was absent, though; thus you found yourself hauling up the dude who’d just chugged on the keg upside down. “How did you do that?” you asked, and he looked up from the floor, his white shirt stained with food, alcohol, and . . . you didn’t want to know if that was blood or hot sauce. Hopefully the latter. “Are you a keg wizard?”

“Practice, little macadamia nut, practice,” were the first words out of his mouth, and that would’ve been the end of it if he hadn’t hiccuped before ralphing on your shirt. “Sor sor,” he mumbled, and good sense returning to you only half a minute later was a curse.

The following morning, you’d awoken in your own bed in Nat’s shirt. “What happened?” you asked her upon seeing her combing out her damp hair. She’d just showered.

“Bucky puked on you.”

“Who the hell is Bucky?” you asked with a yawn.

“I think you’d remember him better as the keg dude,” she said.

You rolled your eyes, stretching your arms as you stood up to get yourself together. “Right.”

“After all, you are his keg lady now. Would you care for a tap dance, m’gent?”

You threw your pillow at her, trying hard not to laugh as she did. “Shut up,” you called, catching the pillow just well as she threw it right back at you. “So tell me how it happened.”

Natasha set down her comb, running her hands through her hair instead. “How what happened?”

“How — you know,” you said suggestively with a teasing grin, thinking back to Steve’s confession to you about Nat. “Oh, come on. Don’t be so secretive, it’s just me. I know.”

But Nat knew nothing. Not even a single clue.

Steve hadn’t told her anything. But they’re thriving now. They bring out the best in each other and even out the worst; and all you could think about is where you’d gone wrong. Sure, you started off on the wrong foot but you were so sure that the worst was over the moment you sealed the deal.

Because didn’t things always end with a happily ever after or some bullshit? Why, just why, can’t that bullshit be reality? Why is that when you look at him, you see a tragedy? Why is that when he looks at you, he sees a stranger?

“Sorry I’m late,” you’d say.

“Sorry I’m late,” he’d say.

“Sorry I’m late,” you’d say.

“Sorry I’m late,” he’d say.

“Sorry I’m late.”

“Sorry.”

The decency of apologies just . . . went extinct. From constant excuses to only sleeping in the same bed to nothing at all. And being in the same room was suffocating, intoxicating. In all the wrong ways; it’s not the same at all.

One lazy eleven in the evening, he rose from your bed, waking you without intending to. You groaned, half-asleep and half-awake. The suburbs would be quiet at this time, dismissing the stupid lies they call for themselves and their spouses and their neighbors whom they believed to be less than them; a threat in betterment.

The city was a comfort. The noise. It might be cruel, but it’s comforting to be familiar with the cries you couldn’t hear from fellow miserable people.

Why were you planning to move into the suburbs anyway? You’d been so deep into pretending to want to live the life you’d been told to want that you’d missed on so many things such as the life you actually gave a shit about.

You lost the man you wanted to keep loving, too. And you’d begged in your dreams so much for him to love you again, to apologize with a shower of kisses on your cheek, to make corny gestures your way, to try and throw a pancake to your from the pan and fail miserably, to at least feel like you had even just a friend. You could settle for that.

You’d be moving in in a couple of weeks but you had pressured yourself to pack up some boxes to be done with it as soon as possible.

“Bucky?” you called out to him, still groggy. Your eyes adjusted to the dark, and your eyes met his, both troubled and burdened. “Where are you going?”

“Just . . . going to get some water,” he said from the doorway, and you ignored the bulky backpack set just outside the door frame.

“Okay,” you said. “Will you come back to bed after?”

He stared back at you, a flicker of doubt and consideration in his mind. You didn’t ask, for he spoke for himself: “Yeah. Of course I will.”

You pretended to still be lost in your senses and you went back to bed, eyes closed with your tears your only company as you heard the door shut just moments after he’d promised he’d be back.

Morning passed, and he hadn’t. The afternoon heightened the noise of the city, and yet he was still gone. Twenty-six missed calls rest in your call history, all from you to Bucky. None were picked up.

You considered calling Natasha, but you hadn’t talked to anyone since . . . sometime now but you settled for sending her a small message asking if Bucky stopped by.

Your phone lit up. Natasha had responded: no, why?

You stared at it. It beeped again: is everything okay?

You didn’t respond.

You opened your laptop when night fell, the city below still busy as ever. While obsessively reviewing all the pictures of the neighborhood you’d be moving into, the pictures of the house, the other houses identical to the one that you’d soon refer to as ‘home,’ you found the notepad app open in the background. You minimized the window of the house’s listing pictures.

Did it matter what he wrote? Heck, of course it does. But just as you were about to do something you knew you’d regret, you met the aftermath of his. Your phone rang. Still dumbfounded, you answered. “Buck? Please come—”

“Hi, is this [Y/N] [Y/L/N]?” said an unfamiliar voice in the midst of angry howls of people and things being tossed around.

“She’s speaking to you right now. May — May I ask who this is?” you asked back, looking at the clock. It’s eleven in the evening, and any news right now can’t possibly be good. Lottery announcements don’t occur at this hour.

And the speaker briefly explained the situation, and you rushed to take a cab to a restaurant about fifteen minutes away. You kept calling Bucky on the way, but he didn’t pick up.

The wall-height windows revealed a drastic mess: One wooden table had two of its legs broken, leaving it to look like a slide in the middle of all the clutter that surrounded it. Bucky blended in badly well, passed out on a chair you assumed he’d been forced to behave in. Holy fuck.

You dashed inside as fast as you could, ignoring the small sign that indicated that it was closed, hurrying over in front of him, your hands gripping his shoulder as you tried to gently wake him up. The ring he put on your finger felt haunting. Like it spoke to you in the ways he couldn’t. I don’t belong here, it said. And neither do you.

“Bucky,” you started, swallowing the lump in your throat and trying not to touch your face to deny the possibility of another shameful batch of tears. “Bucky, let’s go home. Please.”

He grunted. He reeked of alcohol and his own perfume, like he’d been trying to cover it. The staff watched as the person you assumed to be the manager approached you to tell you about the damages you’d need to pay for. It was the person you spoke to on the phone, and you pulled out your wallet to find it empty until you ended up handing over two credit cards.

You swung him over your arms, few of the staff helped you out as you steadied him to walk out with you, and you had to utter several apologies on the way out.

When you were already — miraculously — a block away and only vehicles kept the night loud enough to keep you from going crazy, his own insanity tested your patience. Bucky dropped to the floor, almost dragging you with him, but you held him with your strained arm.

You pulled him up, but he wouldn’t cooperate. “Bucky, come home with me. Let’s go,” you said, your voice cracking. This is so stupid, I’m not gonna cry. I’m not.

I’m changing all my ways for you. Become the man you deserve, you know.

Bucky coughed, the stench of alcohol vibrant again. “To where? To your suburban dollhouse?”

You let go of him on the ground, and he finally had enough of his sobriety (ample, but enough to process what he has to) steady himself. “What’d you say?”

He wiped his mouth on his shirt.

“Tell me what you said just now,” you started, your hand going up to your forehead. You’re going to pop. You knew it. That vein in your forehead’s gonna kill you. Not unless the racing beat of your heart does so first. “Tell me what you just fucking said.”

Bucky only stared at you with that frown you knew all too well.

“Suburban dollhouse? I never wanted any of that.”

“This is ridiculous, [Y/N]. Then why are we moving there in the first place? You should’ve just said so.”

“Should’ve just said so?” you scoffed. “I know you’ve been wanting to call things off with me. I just thought if we hit another stupid milestone you’d think it would be worth staying for. You made me. You did.” You dug your finger to his chest repeatedly, and you could feel everything. Back then, he always knew how to make your heart beat so fast. Good to know at least one thing never changed.

“What makes you say that? Just — why do you even think that way? I’ve been there for you, haven’t I? I did everything you wanted me to be. What more do you want from me?”

You wanted to slap him. But you don’t . You just stood there in front of him, waiting for something to happen. For him to say this was all just some sick joke. For you to wake up. For anything to happen.

You waited for your chest to stop heaving fast and heavy breaths before taking a seat in one of the ledges of a closed boutique store. He took his seat next to you.

“Do you know why I hate myself right now?” you said first, thinking about the note he’d written, but you could only recall two sentences: I won’t be coming back. I’m sorry.

He didn’t answer, maybe out of respect or uncertainty, so you went on. “When I read your note,” you said, “I felt like a weight had been taken off my chest. Like I wanted it to stay there, but it felt so good to be twenty times lighter.”

Silence.

You spoke again. “Why didn’t you leave me, Buck? Why not just end it right when you wanted to?”

“Why didn’t you?” he asked.

“Fair enough. I guess I thought it was just a rough patch. I guessed wrong.”

A faint hint of a somber smile as he nodded. “Me too.”

You held out your hands to him, and he held out his, thinking something else less heavy to the chest. But you didn’t hold his back. Instead, you dropped the ring you’d worn for a while now, leaving with him the promise you’d held on for such a long time.

You guided his fingers to shut over it. With a smile, you turned back to the busy road. “We’re both liars in a way.”

I can’t live without your love, you’d said like the pathetic lovesick believer you’d been when you actually hit a rough patch in your first year of dating.

Turns out you can.

He hadn’t said anything since you left the ring in his hand. You faced him, looking him in the eye. In it, you found sorrow and you had to wonder if he could see the same in yours.

“This is the end now, huh?” he breathed.

You nodded in response. “Mhm.”

“Sor sor,” he said under his breath, his hand tightening on the ring even as he laughed. He tucked it into his pocket.

You also laughed, but still wiping your nose and the tears that had dried on your eyes. “You’re an idiot.”

Silence once more. When you realized you could speak steadier than before, you dusted your hands on your pants. “Let’s just maybe not see each other for a while. I think that would be the best for both of us.”

“What about the — uh — apartment?”

“I’ll handle everything from the lease to picking up all my stuff this week, so maybe — er — you could stay at Steve’s if that’s okay?”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I’ll come by the apartment to pick up my stuff when you’re . . . you know.”

“Yeah, okay, yeah,” you said, nodding, trying to get a hold of yourself still. “Sorry, this is all very new to me. You see, I just got out of a really long relationship. Yikes, am I right?” you quipped, your eyes shiny with guest tears.

“Totally get it,” he said with a chuckle.

And you sat there together again for another three minutes until you decided it was right to leave now. You turned to him once more, this time really holding his hand, taking in the most of what was just once the guy who you witnessed chug keg upside down, memorizing every feature of the man you loved even though you’ve already had it down to every last detail due to all the time you’d spent tracing the moles that rested in his skin like little constellations, and finally, you wrapped your arms around him, and you felt his around you, too.

He’d been doing the same, but he pressed a kiss against your hair, taking in everything of you for the last time. No more future fences to fix in your home together. No more embraced to share. No more pancakes to throw. No more movies to argue over. No more anything. No more you.

And he just had to learn to be okay with that as he watched you jog to the cab you’d called over, not turning back. He could only watch as you disappeared into the stream of passing cars, further and further away from him than you’d already been when he had you in his arms.

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The apartment looked bland when he finally visited to pick up his own stuff this morning a week after you’d come by. Turning the lights on was like a reveal of how empty the entire place looked without everything he wanted to remember you with.

But more so when his boxes were finally in the truck. The couch you’d both argued over which movie to watch countless times now left lighter shades where dust couldn’t have reached it in places where it was the heaviest.

The balcony where you watched fireworks explode up in the sky together remained unfurnished, dust the only thing keeping it alive.

Nothing remained here except where shadows were once etched, and he couldn’t see anything left of you.

The final blow hurt more than it should, and it was as he stood by the door, just as he was to shut it close. He wanted to swing it open again, declare he might have forgotten something, but he knew it had been swept clean already. He would know for he had watched every single thing in it each for lingering moments in time, desperate to find something.

He spared one last glance at where the couch once stood and the chipped edge of the kitchen counter before finally shutting the door, bidding his farewells to the apartment itself. And to the closest he had to what remained of you that he could still reach was soon left behind as he stepped away, memories in tow.

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Hey! Could I request a fic where the reader and Bucky like each other and she has to pretend she’s Zemo’s girlfriend for the Madripor mission? Bucky gets jealous and all that jazz and they confess their feelings :)

Madripoor Muse

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | Bucky harbours feelings for you, but despite Sam’s inflatable encouragement, refuses to inform you of them. However, seeing you pretend to be Zemo’s girlfriend whilst on a mission, more so when the criminal knows what strings he is pulling at, happens to infuriate him inevitably.

Warnings | jealousy, violence, references to sex work (there is nothing wrong with it, everyone is free to do what they want or need to do to get by, angst, mentions of death, grief, smut, unprotected sex, fluff, swearing

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“I mean, if he looks like a pimp, then I look like one of his workers.” Sam snorted at your words, as Bucky’s eyes trailed down the skin that was exposed through the small piece of fabric, that in modern days, was considered a dress.

Zemo simply sighed at the pair of you, shaking his head as though the former winter soldier would understand his point. “It’s Madripoor, not an american graduation. You are not going to be clothed in long robes in this place, expression is in the body, and how it is clothed.”

“Or not clothed.” Bucky retorted, frowning at how you shuffled beneath the criminal’s gaze, crossing your arms, which definitely did not help the situation, considering that it did nothing more than make your breasts rise. Admitting defeat, you let them fall, holding them to your sides, outlining your hips, which once more, was not how you wished to be portrayed as you walked through the illuminated air, careful to keep pace in your heels.

“We all have a part to play, winter soldier.” Helmut spoke, his accent causing waves to ripple through the euphoria of lights that lay up ahead. “I am me, you are you, Sam is the Smiling Tiger, and...”

“I’m a hooker?” Once more, Zemo showed disappointment, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turned to you. It seemed that tonight, you, a smart and well coordinated avenger, was absolutely adoring testing his patience, but that was his trick.

He was the captive here, forced to help the forsaken superheroes that had prompted him with the idea of escaping from the government’s ensured facility. And it was without a doubt that he would mess with their minds each chance that he got.

“No, think of yourself as more personalised to one person than that y/n. Your as you people say ‘arm candy’.” He used quotations with his fingers, causing you to reach for Sam’s arm to assume the role. “Oh no, not his.” Zemo made a come here motion, making you gulp.

“You’re kidding, right?” Bucky huffed, glaring unimpressed towards the Baron, who only tutted in reply, implying that he indeed was serious. “This is stupid.”

“Stupid would be allowing this hurrah of new age super soldiers to continue their war path, don’t you think James?” Zemo asked condescendingly, holding his arm out for you to grasp onto, so that you would look more than an associate, or a serum induced bodyguard.

“Me posing as your sugar baby is stupid.” You muttered, as you walked, Bucky on look out behind you, as he glared frustratedly at where you and the mass murderer were touching.

Zemo tugged you by the arm for the comment, causing you to roll your eyes at the man that had tried his best and succeeded, at destroying your team; your family. Nevertheless, you followed his stride, well aware of the sharp eyes of the man behind you.

As you entered the club, a spectrum of blue lights illuminated your skin, as you stared around in wander. There was a variety of all didn’t people, born from different virtues, wealths and races all intermingling around in the space.

If Zemo didn’t have a leash on your arm, you’d have stared for a little longer, perhaps even gotten purposely lost in the sea of bodies that flashed with such ambition and prospect. All were designed to suit their surroundings, and you wished that you could fit in that easily too.

But you were lost, roped into this journey by the Falcon, the man that denied Steve’s wishes and passed on the shield to firmer hands, still uncertain of where you were planning on going. What you needed was a fight, a reason to keep roaming upon the earth. If you came up empty, you may have well have taken up Thor’s offer, and accompanied him with his new friends.

The avengers were disbanded, dotted with different services. You’d heard nothing from Wanda, it appeared that her phone had been cut off, leaving you gravely confused, but you understood that she needed time to mourn. But you couldn’t give yourself the same pampering, if you did so, then all purpose of life would slip through your fingers, and you’d be left vulnerable, a hero that willingly fell from their graces.

Finally you reached the bar, with the shadow of the winter soldier hovering over your shoulder, watching as Zemo’s untrustworthy hand trailed along your furthest collarbone, using it as his sway to grab your attention. He set his sights upon his touch, glaring harshly at it.

No one would question the expression that he wore, it was only natural for his reputation to be proceeded with such a dagger like gaze; he was supposed to be playing the killer that he once was after all.

“My lady, what would you like to drink?” Helmut asked, turning your gaze towards his, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forbidding you from even try to look away from his sly eyes.

“White wine will do the trick, my love.” The words felt like spew falling from your mouth, but you withheld the impulse to grimace, instead, flashing him a flirtatious smile, fanning his face with your eyelashes as you were still held to face him.

“Fine choice.” He smirked, nodding towards the bartender, who had just presented the Smiling Tiger imposter with a shot that had the intestines of a snake floating around in its liquid. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Sam hesitated to drink it for a moment, before throwing it down the hatch, treating it as an old trick.

Madripoor, for an island trapped in violence, didn’t appear that bad on the outside. That was, until the shooting began, causing the lot of you to leg it from the citizens targeting their rifled hardware towards you, running with your lives depending on it.

You had temporarily lost Zemo, as you put head your own safety, your pace and spot being just between Sam and Bucky, as the first man’s arms flailed as he insisted that he could not run in the heels that he was wearing. Huh, you’d be running in heels all your life, maybe he shoulda learned how to do so earlier, it came as a great talent.

Gunshots rang out, as a hooded figure unveiled themselves, introducing the older face of a blonde that you had once knew. It had been quite some time since you had last seen her, all having gone your separate ways to evade the law, and its cruel jurisdiction. “Sharon?” Bucky spoke, instantly recognising the woman that had aided them in the past.

Once you were all reintroduced, and met with her annoyance, which was surely understandable, she led you to her property, where you were able to part from the Sokovian, and share your distaste to the man, as well as remove the skimpy dress.

It pooled at your feet as you tossed it from your ankle, leaving you in nothing more than your underwear. As you squinted, searching for some reason that you were continuing with this foolishness of thinking that the world still considered you a hero, an echo of a knock rattled against the door. It was metal upon wood; Bucky.

“Come in.” You spoke, as you tied a spare robe around your waist, watching as the super soldier, who appeared less stoic, and more human stepped into the room, closing the door behind his emerging shadow. “You alright man?”

Bucky’s eyes drifted down for a moment, before they splintered back up towards your face, his jaw physically tensing, the notion well visible. He breathed in a long breath through his nose, as he stepped closer, his brow harsh and lined upon his forehead.

“I didn’t like Zemo putting his filthy hands on you.” He admitted aloud, the words of Sharon, teasing him for pining after someone that he had once thought of as no more than a friend of Steve’s. But now that man was gone, and so was the one that he used to be. Instead, he was left standing on his own feet, having to find balance by himself somehow.

“Neither did I.” You informed him. “It was like he was pulling back the images of his collapsing country, pouring every ounce of pain and hatred upon me, evading my mind with guilt, and the memories of what it all amounted to. None of it had been worth it, living like this. We’re treated like animals, no longer idols or heroes, people under the big thumb that keeps pressing down on us.”

“Well we’re both pressed down, limited to our rules and the outlines they want us to obey.” He nodded, raising his flesh hand to your collarbone, wanting to mark his touch upon it to remove that of Zemo’s. At his action, your breath hitched, but you allowed him to sweep his pads over the flesh, shuffling indefinitely closer so that you were chest to chest.

“We’re dangerous in their eyes. That’s a mindset they have in common with our prisoner out there.” You whispered, frowning from the thought. Two monarchies, one still whilst the other already fallen, served the same opinions, though, only one could continue to take action. Zemo was a Baron, but of what country now?

Like all, his home had been vanquished into smithereens, the foundations collapsing into rubble, the history disappearing with its lands, having thrown its dusty remnants in your face.

“I’m fine with being considered dangerous so long as I’m not alone.” He pinched your chin, tilting your head, this time though, you felt in his grasp. It didn’t belong to that of an enemy, it was one of an ally, a friend. “Tell me I’m not alone y/n.”

“I’m here James.” You stared up at him with focused pools, biting your lip as your mind went haywire over everything. “The Wakandans will come for him, you do realise that, right?” He hummed in reply, briskly bringing his metal hand to toy with the belt of the white wrap around.

“Do you think that you could show me that I’m not alone?” He nervously asked, shuffling his weight from foot to foot, as he awaited a reply. But instead of words, he earned himself the sensation of your lips upon his, collaborating in a touch starved jumble of grunts. “You’re beautiful, like...”

“Like what Barnes?” You prompted, brushing your palms onto his shoulders, easing his tenseness. Expectedly, you watched him through half lidded eyes as you leant up to plant supple kisses upon his neck, sucking his skin into your mouth, as though you were trying to thread it gently with your teeth.

“A muse.” He sighed, thinking for a momentum, before dragging your hair through his vibranium fist, lightly grinning as he heard your breath wither from the sensation. “A beautiful muse, one that reminds me to be better everyday. I want to become someone better for you.”

“You shouldn’t.” You unlatched your mouth from him, frowning lightly at the brunette man. “You should become better for nobody but yourself Buck, each day, it’s about self growth, fixing everything that you have ever been taught so that you can learn to do better next time, so that no one else will die because of your expense.”

Bucky nodded, allowing your words to sink in. His fingers returned to playing with the waist band on your robe, his eyes gazing into your own, as he fiddled with the material. “Can I?”

“Go ahead.” You granted him permission, allowing him to push the coverage from you, his eyes widening at seeing you in nothing more than your underwear. His sight traced every curve and bump and dip that was upon your shape, licking his dry lips to make his gawking less subtle.

“You’re killing me doll.” He leant his head back, as he raked his contrasting fingertips down your shoulders, all the way to the small of your back. You smirked, grasping him through his jeans, earning yourself a moan from the elder man.

“I said it’s all about self growth, didn’t I? It seems that you are taking that in quite a literal sense.” You rubbed him through the denim, finding it unsurprising as the man backed you towards the bed, your knees hitting the end sending you falling onto the mattress.

Bucky crawled his way atop of you, rutting his hips against your own. It had been so long since he had been permitted to be this free, and he knew for sure, this would be a secret that he would not inform any therapist of. This was private, the sentiment making it close to his weathered heart.

His lips returned to your own, as your hands scaled beneath your shirt, lightly tracing the scars. He wasn’t as insecure as he thought he’d be about someone touching them, perhaps it was because many of your own materialised stories were written in your skin, or that you understood what it meant to be a soldier, serving under orders.

It didn’t matter too much, he wasn’t overthinking it. Instead, he was yearning as he grasped at the straps of your bra, trying to pull it over your head, as was done with the dames back in his day, but the effort seemed more difficult. Lightly leaning away from him, you reached around your back, unclamping the contraption before tossing it out of his sight.

He didn’t care to ask what the modern day had done to the garment, he was far too focused on your pert nipples, and how they stood to attention before him. The super soldier reached forwards, running his smooth hands upon the underneath of your breasts, before interacting with the present buds, softly tugging at them with his whimsical fingers.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Released from you as a sign, instantly becoming pleased as Bucky stripped himself from everything but his underwear, leaving a nest of his clothes upon the wooden floor, as he leant his head down, capturing your left nipple within the warmth of his mouth, moaning lightly as your hands weaved through his locks, tugging lightly at the short roots. “Stop teasing Buck.”

He didn’t miss the way your eyes roll from the slowness of motions, and thus, he reached down, and snapped the band of your underwear, the ripping noise audible, as he then pulled his boxers down, revealing his bobbing cock, that was directing its tip towards your entrance.

With a glance down, he lightly drooled at the way your cunt clenched around nothing, quickly swiping his fingers through your slit, as he brought them up to his lips, humming contently at the flavour that graced his tastebuds. “Need to be in you doll.”

“Need you in me soldier.” You taunted back, digging your knuckles into his shoulders as you pressed him against you, pushing your tongue into his mouth, as he suddenly bottomed out inside of you, waiting for a moment for the pair of you to adjust to the sensations.

He was in you, filling you to the brim, as you tucked your heels into the base of his back, lightly rotating your hips up, as your tongue chased his own, sucking on it as you nipped at the end, causing him to unintentionally jerk his rigid cock into you.

That had prompted him to start moving, screwing his hands into the satin sheets either side of your head, as your bodies succumbed the others to waves of pleasure. It was a luxury, having an outlet to all the stress that your duty brought. If you could just pass the mantle on like Steve had done, and Clint was in the process of doing, you would.

But it was all you had known; the gritty route, that had spanned the entirety of your tale. And Bucky now became a part of it, as he became a part of you, unravelling your vulnerabilities with sleek thrusts into your cunt, and smooth words that had swept you from your feet and had landed you in a bed.

A bed thats structure was creaking from the strength behind the animalistic carnage that you spent on one another. His teeth pulled at your lip, opening your mouth so that you could use him as an oxygen mask. Neither one of you had noticed the door opened, and an unimpressed Sharon standing in the entry way, her agent arms crossed unamused.

She cleared her throat, which made Bucky still inside of you, and you to clutch onto his back, to cover the decency of your chest. “You let me go on the run, then you fuck in my bed. It’s like I’m not allowed to belong anywhere.”

“Sharon-“ she halted your speech by raising a finger, her eyebrows pointedly telling you not to bother trying to speak, as sweat beading down your body. Bucky subtly rolled from atop of you, quickly pulling the sheets over you both, giving Sharon views that she neither wanted nor appreciated.

That was grittiness, she was a hustler, not a once avenger. A part of you wished she would understand that, as much as it would be painful to hear, she hadn’t been the top of anyone’s list. She had disappeared, and from so, she had became unreachable, practically falling off the face of the earth.

But she had been here, in Madripoor, the island of bones and whatever else Zemo had described it to be. “You two fucked in my bed. Okay.” She remained cool headed, her eyes trailing through the various fabrics among her floor. “Thought I’d tell you to get ready, and to blend in, though you two have that part already figured out. There’s some clothes in the wadrobe, and from what I can tell, you’re going to need new underwear.”

She bothered no longer once she had informed you of what she had told the other men. Instead she simply left, only for you to brace your head back into the quality pillows, slumping, and dreading the journey ahead.

Though you seemed restless, Bucky still thought of you as a muse. His hands grasped your chin, leading your lips to his own, as he sucked on your bottom one, his right hand grasping one of your breasts, as he pulled you atop of him, your skin flushed as you steadied your weight over his tough thighs.

“Now this is a dangerous sight.” He clicked his teeth, trailing his large hand down from your jaw, surpassing the middle of your chest, to your hip, which he grasp, as he shuffled you up just a little, so that you were seated upon the base of his cock.

“I can show you dangerous Barnes.” You smirked, adjusting the both of you so you were ready to sink down on his length. Your hands softly stroked his erect shaft, as you tapped his tip upon your pussy, before pushing down, filling yourself up one more.

Madripoor was a bad place, but good things could come out of visiting the skull island. This was the job, though, breaks were prompted, and were you glad that Bucky had became your little bit of calm in the arising trouble in the world.

“Fuck.” He groaned beneath you, his balls clenching as he felt you writhe all the way down to his base, beginning to bounce upon him, the years of training that you had endorsed coming in handy as it had helped your stamina. He was a super soldier after all, you were surely going to need it.

[souichi-simpings]

Bullied into submission (NSFW)

/Souichi meets a girl who ends up being tougher than he thought.../

Honestly, not very happy with this one but decided to publish it anyway!

Knife play, slight dubcon

"9,000 Yen? Are you kidding me? I ain't paying that much, old man!" You scowled at the handsome tall man who was  calmly grinning at your angry tantrum. "I assure you, miss. It's very well worth the money." He tried to reason to you "If you wish, I can accompany you and show you all the scariest sights inside. Satisfaction guaranteed!"

"Hmph. Whatever, if I ain't scared you better give me my money back." You sulked as you went through your backpack, looking for your wallet, at the same time checking that you had your butterfly knife with you, thinking that you will get your money back one way or another. The man's grin grew at your words, as he opened the door behind him. "Well of course! Welcome to my haunted house, miss...?" "Y/N." You responded bluntly, making his smirk falter, as you walked past him and entered the house. "Tough customer huh...." He said quietly to himself, making you stop in your tracks and turn around to face him. "Excuse me, old man? What was that?" You asked him, staring at his face grimly. What's up with this girl?

"Uh, n-nothing miss Y/N, nothing at all!" He stammered as he attempted to stay calm "Would you like to see one of my favorite spots?" He tried to hurry you forward, but you wouldn't budge. You grabbed his tie and pulled him down to your eye level, making him yelp at the sudden action. "You better shut the fuck up, or I'll make you shut up, old man..." He started to panic, his seemingly everlasting smile wavering. "Is this any way to treat a lady, huh?" Your cocky smile just barely noticeable, you were enjoying tormenting the man, his charade of confidence falling apart. It was making you excited. "What's your name, old man? Do you want trouble, because that's what you'll get if you cross me!"

He gulped, the proximity of your face stirring him. You were pretty for sure, but scary. "S-Souichi, miss..." He said, his voice trembling. Damn this girl!

"Souichi," you whispered to his ear, still holding his tie, your gentle breath on his ear making him shudder "behave, and I'll be on my best behaviour too." You let go of him, giving him a devilish smile as you turned around to walk deeper into the house. He stood there where you left him stunned and, weirdly enough, aroused. "Souichi, are you coming?" He heard you call out from another room "Yes miss, just a moment!" He croaked as he hurried to the next room. The room was filled with severed heads, badly constructed, but there was a surprise at the end of the row. His sister was waiting to scare anyone who entered and.... Wait! Where was she!?

"Hmmh. I don't know what is supposed to be scary about these fake heads. I'm not impressed." You said flatly as you poked one of then, making it fall over. You looked behind you where Souichi stood, sweat rolling down his face as he cussed in his mind. Damn Sayuri, where the hell are you! "Honestly, old man, this isn't worth the money. Did you make these yourself? Store bought would've been better. Is this one of those 'scariest sights' you meant to show me?" Your arrogant smile making Souichi's confidence fall to depths unknown. "I- I-, uhh..." He stuttered, his eyes darting around the room. "I think we better move forward, miss Y/N! This is just the beginning!" "I wonder...." You muttered and took the strap of your backpack off your shoulder, Souichi looked at you confused as he tried to peek at what you were doing. "Miss? What are you doing? Photographing inside the haunted house is forbidden." You took out your knife and jabbed it in one of the heads, piercing it with ease. "Paper mache? Are you kidding?" You chuckled and held the head up by the knife. "Why do you have that with you?!" Souichi exclaimed, backing away from you. "Hmmm, you never know when you might need a knife" You hummed as you twirled the butterfly knife skillfully in your hand before sliding it in your skirt pocket. "Besides, I know a lot of neat tricks with it, it's fun." Souichi swallowed dryly and fidgeted with his hair "I see. W-Would you like to see more of the attractions?" He felt nervous, but still tried to keep you moving forward. He really needed the money, so he attempted to get you to at least finish the tour.

You rolled your eyes "Alright, wow me." Souichi prayed that the rest of his family was still in their positions as he led you forward. "O-over here, we have the cursed well" He tried to make the atmosphere a little more spooky, failing miserably "The story is, an old woman was murdered and her body dumped here, they say her soul is still haunting it, cursing everyone who dares to .... Eh?" You peeked inside it before looking at him unimpressed, then again at the well. "Old man... This isn't very convincing." Souichi felt his heart drop. "What do you mean, miss Y/N?" "It's just a fake well." You leaned onto the edge of the well, taking another look inside. "What's up with this hatch in here? Someone supposed to jump out from there and spook you?" "N-no, I mean, yes, but..." Souichi faltered. "This is soooo booooring..! I might as well just go home!" You sighed, dramatically turning around, smirking as you pretended to be leaving. "Ohhhh no no no, miss please! I swear you will like the next attraction, please don't leave" He rambled on in panic, hurrying towards you as he tried to come up with something to keep you there.

"Although... I have a better idea." You twirled around to face him with a huge smile on your face, making Souichi stop in his tracks confused. "You know, Souichi, you look awfully cute like this" You told him as you snagged the lapels of his coat, "Makes me want to just eat you up!" Souichi felt his face turn red. "C-cute? What do you mean cute?" He questioned as he watched you lick your lips hungrily. You pushed him against a wall and rubbed your thigh against his crotch. "Already hard..." You thought contently to yourself. "What do you think I mean? You look absolutely adorable." You rub your thigh against his cock again, making Souichi let out a moan. "Your face all red..." You kissed his neck and took your knife out of your pocket, pressing it gently against his chest. "Your false confidence gone.." You whispered as you applied slight pressure to the knife, damaging his shirt. "I like it a lot." You slid the knife under his necktie, and with a swift motion cut it off his neck. Souichi felt spellbound, he couldn't resist you and your advances. Instead, he wanted more. "Miss, I don't understand..." He tried to calm himself down as you pushed yourself against him. "Ohh? I think you do!" You smiled at him devilishly. You took a firm hold of the back of your neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He tasted so sweet, it was driving you crazy. He took a tight hold of you, deepening the kiss as you moaned into his mouth.

You broke the kiss, looking at his breathless form as you chuckled "Oh, you liked that? You're naughty, mister. Would you like some more?" You lightly brushed the knife against the skin of his neck. Souichi gulped as he nodded quietly, a desperate look in his eyes. You let out a pleased hum. "Come here then." You said as you pulled him back towards you. He exhaled hard as your lips collided, he tried to slowly relax himself as his hands tugged your shirt up and made their way underneath to grope your breasts. You practically tore his coat off his body in your frenzy, dropping your knife to your feet as you swiftly opened the buttons of his shirt, feeling his soft, pale skin against yours as you slid your hands down, opening his belt and undoing his pants.

You broke the kiss to take off your underwear, the material coated with your slick, glistening, dropping them to your ankles and kicking them aside. "Sit down." You commanded Souichi, sitting astride in his lap as he complied. He took a better look at you as you were on top of him, your hips slowly rubbing against his hard member. You looked beautiful, your hair messy and eyes filled with lust. He reached under your shirt again, feeling your breasts and sliding his hands up and down your sides, he wanted to touch you everywhere he possibly could. You pulled your shirt off over your head and threw it somewhere on the dirty floor, your bra soon following. Souichi was enchanted by your beauty, trying to take it all in at once was overwhelming, yet he still wanted more. "Miss Y/N, please..." He groaned as you ground your hips against his.

"Be patient, you'll get what you want" You lifted your hips so that you could tug his pants down, freeing his throbbing cock from his underwear. "You ready?" You asked, stroking his cheek. You slowly lowered your hips down, feeling the tip of his cock against your entrance. He nodded in agreement, letting you take control of the situation. You pushed yourself down on him, feeling his member fill you up. You pause for a moment to get used to the size of his cock, it was bigger than you anticipated. "Oh god, so tight...!" Souichi groaned as he gripped your waist. As you got used to the size, you slowly started to move your hips, moaning when his cock brushed against your sweet spot. Souichi moaned as he slightly bucked his hips against you, making you let out a small mewl in response.

You placed your hands on top of his chest as you worked yourself on top of him, your pace getting more vigorous as you chased your high. "Y/N, slow down please" Souichi panted, his hands desperately clinging onto your thighs so tight you were sure it would leave bruises on you. You had no intentions of doing so, you enjoyed watching him squirm under you, struggling to keep his composure as you fucked him. "Sshhh, just let it out" You exhaled as you rolled your hips against him "I want to hear your voice" You hummed as you slowly brought your hips up before smacking them down again, making him groan as his eyelids fluttered. "But Y/N, I'm so cl-close" He uttered huskily between his moans. "Please, you have to pull out..!" Just hearing that made you more aroused, the thought of the man coming undone under you and making him let his seed out deep inside you was irresistible. You bend down, entwining your arms around his shoulders, holding him close to you. "It's alright, let it all in, please!" You mumble in his ear. Hearing you say it was too much for him, he desperately needed to fill you up. Souichi took a tight grip of your hips, rutting his hips into yours relentlessly as you held on him for dear life "Souichi, please fill me up" you whined as his pace became more erratic. He sunk his teeth into your shoulder as he let out a throaty groan and brought your hips down against his, letting his hot seed fill your insides. Each throb of his cock sent a shudder up your spine, your legs trembling as you savored every drop of his semen. "Oh god, that felt so good..." You exhaled as you rest your head against his shoulder, giving him a small peck on his neck. Neither of you had the energy to get up, leaving you two breathless on the floor. "You really are quite something, miss" Souichi sighed underneath you as he petted your hair lazily. "Just Y/N." "Hmm?" "Just... Call me Y/N."

You both laid down in silence, before you lifted your head up slightly to look at his face.

“You really need to work on your stamina though...” You mumbled to him, making him groan in annoyance.

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"1,000, 2,000...." Souichi counted your money with a defeated expression on his face as you whistled a small tune cheerfully. "9,000. There you go." Souichi handed the money back to you dissatisfied. "Thank you very much!" You smiled, victorious, as you put your money back in your wallet. "Hmph, whatever..." Souichi grumbled as he took out a cigar, placing it between his teeth and lighting it. He emptied the small cash register as he started to count his profits for the day, mumbling and lost in his thoughts. You silently studied his face for a while, thinking. "Hey, old ma-, I mean, Souichi." "What is it now?" He asked, eyes fixed on the small piles of money. "I like you. Let's go out tomorrow, like a date. My treat." You turn your face away from him, trying to hide the slight redness of your cheeks. Souichi lifted his gaze up from the counter, looking at you with a surprised look on his face. "Uhm, y-yeah, I would love to!"

[winchester-books]

The Other Side: Part Six

Based On: Outer Banks

Warnings: Language, Violence (canon to show)

Word Count: 2.8K

PAST CHAPTERS

Summary: JJ and Y/N clearly have a connection, but Pogues and Kooks are never meant to be together- especially if Rafe Cameron has anything to say about it.

A/N: sorry this one’s so long, i decided to combine two chapters!

"I cannot believe we are here right now," you groaned, jumping out of the car behind Pope. 

"Y/N's right," Pope agreed, "This is stupid-"

"Do you guys want the gold or not?" John B snapped, leading the way to the infamous Crain house, "Come on, you guys don't actually believe all the stories about this place, do you?"

"You don't?" JJ piped up, "I swear to God, guys, this is all real. I knew Hollis,"

"Wait, you knew Hollis Crain?" Pope turned to look at JJ, eyeing him skeptically.

"Yeah dude,"

Pope stopped walking, grabbing JJ by the shoulder and still not believing his story, "Dude, how do you know Hollis Crain?"

"She was my babysitter," he shrugged, "She told me all about it. She told me the truth... about her mom and what happened in this house. Hollis told me that as a kid, she heard all the stories that her mother killed her father, but she didn't believe it. Until that night…."

"What night?" John B asked, interest peaked by his story.

"It all came back to her..." JJ said dramatically, "When she was six years old, she heard her parents arguing downstairs. So, she goes downstairs to see her mom washing her hands in a sink- a sink full of blood," he nodded to himself, continuing his story. "Her mother said she cut her finger. But, the next morning, Hollis' dad was just gone- poof. Vanished."

"Oh come on, JJ," you rolled your eyes at his attempt to scare the group, "We all know this is just BS,"

He shook his head with conviction, "I swear- Hollis said her mom told her that her dad left them in the middle of the night. But the next few days, Hollis saw her mother going in and out of the Parlor all the time, carrying plastic bags," JJ looked at Pope with wide eyes, "A few days later, Hollis went out to the outhouse and guess what she found… Her father's head staring right back at her,"

"Alright enough, JJ," Kie groaned, over the boy's antics, "You're gonna scare Pope," she added with a grin.

"Wha- I am not scared, okay?" Pope defended, but he did look a little pale.

"Come on, let's just get this over with," John B pushed past JJ and Pope and started walking toward the house again. 

"Bro," JJ grabbed his shoulder, "Are you sure you wanna do this? She's an axe murderer, and you've got a broken hand-"

"Yes, I want to do this JJ!" John B groaned, "It's the Royal Merchant treasure, we have to do this,"

You and Pope exchanged looks. You weren't really buying the whole axe murderer story, but you also weren't too gung-ho on the idea of breaking into an old lady's home. 

"Let's just go already," Kie snapped, annoyed by the back-and-forth arguing.

"Alright, here's the plan. Denmark's letter said we need to look for some kind of water," John B said.

"Umm, okay, what kind of water? Pond water? A lake?"

"I don't know! All the letter said was water-"

"That's one hell of a plan John B," you said, rolling your eyes. 

He rolled his eyes back in response, "Let's split up," 

John B went forward as Kie and Pope peeled off to the left. 

You shook your head slightly, "I'm pretty sure that's exactly what people say in horror movies before they all go off to die horrific deaths," 

"We'll be fine," JJ wrapped his arm around your shoulder and led you off toward the right, "Don't worry, my darling," he said, making his voice a few octaves lower as a joke, "I shall protect you!" 

You laughed and rolled your eyes at his stupid sense of humor, walking with him in comfortable silence as you both looked around for any form of water that the letter could be referring to.

"Hey, are you okay?" 

You raised your eyebrows, looking up at the blonde boy who caught you slightly off guard with the question. 

"You're quieter than normal, plus Kie mentioned that Rafe came up to you at the party," he said with a shrug.

"Oh, yeah, he did," you replied, not really ready to have a conversation with anyone about your interaction with Rafe- especially not with JJ. 

You and JJ were… well, you weren't exactly sure what the two of you were, but there was definitely something there. 

That said, discussing your feelings about Rafe with JJ didn't seem like the best idea. Plus, JJ had no idea about your encounter with Rafe the night you broke up. In fact, none of the pogues had known that Rafe had gotten physical with you. The only people there had been Topper and Rafe, and you were sure they weren't eager to tell anyone else on the island. 

"It was nothing really. He's just not over our breakup, and he wanted to talk," you brushed JJ off, trying to move away from the subject as quickly as possible. 

"Hey! There's one place we haven't looked yet!" A wave of relief washed over you as John B whisper-yelled. As you, JJ, Pope, and Kie made your way over to him, he pointed toward a small door that appeared to lead to the lower level of the house. 

The five of you headed forward, John B forced open the door, and the rest of you followed him inside into the dark and dusty room. 

"Gross," Kie remarked, swatting away a few spiderwebs that were dangerously close to her face. 

JJ began humming softly, moments later starting into a full-blown song, "Down came Mrs. Crain And cut off all our heads-"

"Seriously J?" You slapped him on the arm, his creepy song freaking you out a little too much for your liking. 

"Anyone see any water?" John B asked, ignoring JJ and scanning the room for anything that could be taken as a clue.

Everyone shook their heads in defeat. 

"Ugh, here we go," Kie groaned, "We had a good thing going- now you try and get Sarah involved, and our leads all go bad,"

"Really Kie? You're blaming Sarah for this? How the hell is this her fault? She's not even here!" John B snapped, "This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you about Sarah! You're making it weird! What the hell is your deal with her anyway-"

"Nothing!"

"Nothing?" John B repeated, shaking his head as he narrowed his eyes at her, "Is this because I kissed you? Is that the problem?"

He was quickly met with a sharp slap to the face, and it took everything in you to stifle your laughter. 

"Stop treating me like I'm some girl obsessed with you! I am your best friend, I'm just trying to look out for you."

"I just don't get it!" John B exclaimed, "You like Y/N, and she's a kook! Can't you at least try to get along with Sarah-"

"Alright, that's enough," JJ interrupted, "There's no water here. Let's just go,"

"Hang on a sec," Pope looked deep in thought, staring intently at the wooden floorboards beneath him. He reached down, grabbing a tiny rock from the ground and dropping it between the cracks of the floor. The sound of the rock hitting water echoed through the room. 

"No way-"

"Help me move this!" Pope said excitedly, pointing to the wooden planks beneath him.

The five of you quickly began picking up the wood and moving it to the side, revealing a massive well in the ground. 

"Oh my God, we actually found it," Kie whispered. 

"This must be where she hid the bodies,"

JJ earned a punch in the arm from Kie this time, "Seriously, JJ stop," 

"Well, we're gonna need a really big rope," you sighed, looking down into the darkness of the well beneath you.

-

JJ sat in the back of the van, his arm wrapped around you as the two of you swayed with the movement of the road. 

"Are you guys ready for this?" Sarah asked, pulling the hood of her sweatshirt over her head.

You scoffed slightly, "Not even a little bit,"

The car rolled to a stop, and John B put it in park. Everyone was quiet for a moment, thinking about the insane thing you were all about to do. Sure, you never really knew what to expect when hanging with the pogues, but breaking into a potential axe murderer's house (for a second time) at 2 in the morning was not something you would have been able to picture on the agenda.

"Hey," John B turned to the rest of the group, a serious look crossing his face, "Before we do this... Thank you- seriously, thank you guys. This really means a lot to me. I appreciate you guys."

"Of course, JB," Pope said, all of you nodding along in agreement. 

"No problem John B,"

"Okay, are we doing this or not?" JJ hopped out of the van, reaching his hand back to you to help you out of the car. 

The six of you approached the house, whispering quietly with flashlights in hand.

"Oh shit!"

A blinding light turned on, and you dove behind the nearest bush in fear.

Pope managed to catch his breath, "Uh- Okay, so she's got motion sensor lights,"

"We could throw a rock at it," John B suggested.

"Wow, that is a really good idea, JB," Kie said sarcastically, "Let's throw a rock at it and let the axe murderer know were here,"

"Well," John B scoffed, "Anyone else have a better idea?"

"Yeah," you piped up, "Literally anything else besides that,"

"How about the breaker? The circuit box is on the porch. Maybe we could get the power to turn off," Sarah suggested.

"No way- you're not going into that house," John B said protectively.

"Watch me."

"Dude, have you ever heard the stories? She's an axe murderer," JJ deadpanned, "She literally chops people up into pieces."

Sarah only rolled her eyes, "That's not true. Plus, she's like 85 now. I bet she's barely even kicking,"

"I'll go with you," Kie spoke up.

"Yeah, me too," you said with a shrug, "I mean, she can't get all three of us at once," you joked.

"Okay," Pope agreed, "We'll wait for your signal,"

You nodded, following the two girls up the house. You crept up the stairs to the porch, careful not to make any noise. 

You and Kie held up flashlights as Sarah worked to pry open the box, "No, no, no, no," 

"What is it?" You shared a worried look with Sarah, "Where are the breakers? How are we gonna turn it off?"

Kie trailed her light upwards, following the wire, "Dammit, it goes inside,"

You took a shaky breath, pulling open the porch door, wincing at the screeching noise it made. Sarah and Kie followed close behind you, the three of you huddled together.

"I think I see it," Kie whispered, reaching out to a small box on the wall. She gasped, "Yes, I got it!" She flicked the switch in the middle, and you watched the light that was on outside go black.

The three of you beamed in excitement, "We did it!"

Suddenly Kie's face dropped, "Did you hear that?" She asked quietly. Both you and Sarah froze in fear at her words, straining to listen for anything. 

This time you heard it. It sounded like ragged breathing, accompanied by the thud of someone walking down the stairs.

"Leon!" A raspy voice screamed out, "Leon! I can hear you!"

"Oh my God, it's really her- it's Old Lady Crain," Kie whisper-yelled, eyes wide. You, Kie, and Sarah pressed yourselves against the wall, practically holding your breaths to not make a noise. 

Ms. Crain rounded the corner, only inches from you. Yet somehow, she didn't see you. You were shaking with fear, and almost certain she could hear the sound of your heartbeat from how fast it was beating. You locked eyes with Kie, who looked just as terrified as you felt.

"Run," Kie mouthed, and the three of you took off sprinting. You and Sarah made it to the door leading to the basement, gasping for air. 

"Dammit, where'd Kie go?" You frantically looked around, seeing no sign of Ms. Crain or Kiara, "Come on, she can't be far,"

You and Sarah retraced your steps, finding Kie cornered in a room and Ms. Crain coming after her with a fire poker, "Oh my God!" Sarah watched in terror as Ms. Crain threw herself toward Kie.

Without really thinking, you launched forward as Ms. Crain swung the fire poker, catching it midair as she did so. Sarah leapt forward, grabbing Kie's hand and pulling her out of the room. You dropped the fire poker, still shocked at what was happening as Kie grabbed your wrist, pulling you out as well. You all ran toward the door leading to the basement, going through and slamming it behind you.

"GO!" Sarah nearly screamed at the boys with no explanation. 

"Hey, hey," Pope tried to calm the three of you down so he could fully grasp what had happened, "Take a breath. What's wrong?"

"It's Ms. Crain! She knows where here-"

"She just tried to take my head off with a fire poker!" Kie yelled, "We need to get the hell out of here!"

"John B! John B!" JJ yelled down the well, still holding onto the rope that was securing his friend tightly, "Get back on! We've gotta go, NOW!"

"Hold on! Just give me a second," John B's voice was muffled from how deep down he was in the well, "Okay, pull me up!"

Everyone grabbed onto the rope and pulled with everything they had, "Keep pulling!" JJ grunted.

BANG! A gunshot rang throughout the room, and you and Sarah dropped the rope with a yelp. 

"John B, climb up!" Pope screamed, "Come on, quickly!"

John B pulled himself out of the well just as another shot was fired.

"Oh my God!" "Come on, let's get out of here!" "Run! Run! Let's go!"

You all sprinted, literally, for your lives back to the van. JJ leapt into the driver's seat and started the engine. Everyone piled into the back, gasping for air and coursing with adrenaline. 

"Holy shit," Kie breathed out, "Did that... Did that really just happen?"

No one spoke for a second, frozen over the fact that that had really just happened. 

JJ broke the silence first, laughing in pure shock. The rest of the van erupted into laughter, still trying to process. 

"How did we survive that?" You asked between laughs, "I feel like we were just in a movie." 

"How the hell did that old lady move so quickly?" Pope wondered aloud. 

"God- you smell like ass John B," Kie joked, looking at the mud-covered boy. 

John B went quiet for a moment, fiddling with something in his hand. 

"What's wrong?" you asked, leaning forward to see what he was holding.

He wiped away the thick layer of mud, smile widening as he revealed a golden bar underneath, "We did it… We actually did it,"

"Oh my…" Sarah whispered. 

"WE FOUND THE GOLD!" Kie screamed with excitement, the car following her lead as you all screamed and cheered in surprise and excitement. 

"We're going to be rich- like RICH rich!" JJ screamed, pulling you into a hug as everyone in the car continued to cheer.

"FULL KOOK!" JJ chanted, and soon everyone in the van joined in, "FULL KOOK! FULL KOOK! FULL KOOK!" 

[ursulasfishandships]

You Saw Beyond- Part Four

AN: Hello! Sorry for the late update, I had senior prom and all the drama that comes with it. I will be posting a masterlist soon so all of the chapters can be organized nicely. It really does make me happy to see all your nice comments and messages. I enjoy writing and I'm happy you enjoy my writing <3

“It is nine in the morning, why are we watching National Geographic?” Harvey Dent groaned as all of the interns sat on the couch. Falcone pressed pause, the TV freezing on a red-headed woman holding a potted plant. 

“This, Mr. Dent, is your client. Mrs. Pamela Isley Anderson. She is a TV personality who has made tons on her shows about gardening.” 

“Hey, I know her!” Harleen interjected, “My mom watches her shows all the time. Yeah, Sexy Seeders!” Bruce and Harvey let out a little chuckle. You were unfazed by the topic. 

“You can laugh boys, but she has been accused of murdering her 60-year-old husband. Her step-daughter caught her covered in his blood. She claims she did not kill him, but refuses to give an alibi.” 

“Did she?” Selina asked. 

“Well let’s just say Pamela is popular for her love of violent plants. It’s not out of the question.” Falcone moved to put the remote down. You raised your hand excitedly. “Hands, who think she killed him?” Edward watched as the whole group raised their hands and yours shot down. “Great. Here’s where you come in. Pamela has… trouble trusting me. I don’t speak her slang, but you kids do.” Your hand shot up again, but Falcone waved you off. “So what I need you to do is convince her to share her alibi. To the jail.” The group stood. Edward kept his eyes on you. It was so odd to see you in business attire. You looked so out of place. Edward also noticed how you hadn’t said anything to anyone after your rejection. But he couldn’t keep thinking about you like this, he had the case to focus on. At the jail, he approached Pamela. 

“Mrs. Anderson? I’m, uh, Edward Nashton. I’m co-counsel with Falcone for your case. I also brought with me our interns. These are the real cream of the crop from Gotham Law.” He stuck out his hand to her, to which she just glared. “Ah, alright.” He coughed. “We’d like to discuss your case with you. We want you free as soon as possible. That way you can bring your message back to your fans.” 

“Well, that’s all I really want.” She crossed her long legs. 

“Perfect. We just need an alibi.” 

“No can do.” She shook her head. “Put me on the stand and I’ll be forced to lie.” 

“But, what about a plea bargain?” Bruce interjected. 

“That’s cute,” She taunted, “Do time for someone else? No. Way.” 

Selina spoke up. “With a plea, you would only do a couple of years. That’s pretty reasonable.” 

“Not really.” 

“Wow, what could be so bad that you can’t even give your alibi?” Harleen gawked. She always said that was off the top of her head. 

“Sugar, you have no idea.” Pamela stood from her spot at the table. “Now get out of here. I want a legal team who is actually willing to help me.” She shooed them away. Edward turned around, defeated. The rest of the team followed suit, except for you. Edward watched as you approached Pamela. 

“Ivy?” You asked hesitantly. 

“Oh my god, you follow me?” Pamela’s tough exterior dissolved, giddily smiling at you. 

“Totally! You helped my bamboo sprout, Fabio, go from a shoot to a shot!” You fangirled. Edward had no idea you were such a fan of Pamela. Why hadn’t you mentioned it soon-?

Falcone. 

“That’s amazing! At least someone on this legal team gets me.” 

“Of course, I believe you didn’t do it either. I mean there’s no way you would shoot someone. If you did kill someone, you would be more creative. And you wouldn’t get caught.” Edward thought about what you said for a moment, you were right. The motive was clear, but it just didn’t seem like the kind of kill the plant lady would go for. Edward watched as your conversation became more hushed. Pamela was spilling something to you. You pulled away from her and held out your pinky. 

“Promise?” She asked. 

“Your secret is safe with me.” The pair of you locked pinkies. Edward was shocked. You had won over their client with a short conversation. You were incredible. Falcone pushed past him. Edward followed. 

“Where’s Pamela?” He asked harshly, it was his fault he was late. 

“The guard took her away.” You said. Falcone’s face started to fall. “But I got an alibi!” 

“Great! What is it?” 

“I can’t say.” Your face fell. The rest of the group came into the room again. 

“What?!” Falcone whipped around to look at her. 

“I swore not to tell.” You looked around at the rest of them for a bit of sympathy. 

“Y/N, this isn’t a little pinky-swear thing,” Selina said, arms crossed. 

“You’re so right, it’s a big pinky-swear thing. I mean think about it, Pam isn’t guilty. She’s the queen of plants. Plants are proven to make people subliminally happier! And happy people just don’t murder their husbands.” You smiled sincerely, but Falcone was having none of it. He turned over to Edward. Shit. 

“Edward - a word.” He motioned for them to walk over to a separate corner. “Edward, I gave you two tasks. I was very clear. Lead the legal team and get me an alibi. You are zero for two.” He didn’t give him a chance to speak before turning around to the group. “Field trip over. Get back to work.” They moved to the door but Falcone turned to stop you and Edward. “Not you two. I don’t want to see glasses or legally dumb again today.” And they were left alone. You turned to Edward. 

“Eddie, I’m so sorry-” He wanted to believe you and how important this was to you, but you weren’t showing it. Maybe you were just like those mean girls. Using him. 

“I don’t need you to be sorry, I need the alibi.” 

“I can’t! Having an alibi isn’t the only way to win a case.” 

“No, but it would help us win.” He was getting angry. You could tell, you put a hand on his arm. 

“We have to do this the noble way.” 

“This isn’t about nobility! We are trying to save someone’s life.” 

“Are you the one who was all about nobility? Now here you are, just trying to impress Falcone.” You shot back. So this is what it was like to be on the other side of your fervor. 

“He’s my boss!” 

“A great boss who wants you to jeopardize your client's trust and integrity?” You poke his shoulder. He was taken aback by your actions and words. 

“Well, when you say it like that…” 

“Exactly, dork. My word means something, just as much as yours.” You softened up, noticing he was getting it. You nudged him towards the door. He looked at his feet as he followed you, thinking. 

“No one has called me a dork since 8th grade.” He muttered, not hurt, just surprised. 

“Maybe not to your face.” You giggled. That should’ve hurt his feelings, but it didn’t hurt coming from you. You made it sound like some silly thing that had happened to him. You made it all feel like a coming-of-age movie. 

“Why do you always have to be right?” He slumped his shoulders as they walked through the parking lot. 

“I’m not all the time, just whenever I’m with you. Come on, let’s go.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him across the street. 

“Where are we going?” He was helpless to you, not because of his lack of strength. No, he could easily overpower you if need be. But you had entranced him. 

“I love your little grunge-y nerd look happening here, but cargo pants are so not lawyer chic.” Your hand had slipped from his forearm to his hand. You were heading to the mall. 

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover?” He chuckled. 

“Yes, but I don’t like to pick up tattered books, do you?” 

“Heh, thanks. Really sweet.” It was his turn to roll his eyes. She was mean, but she was right. 

“The world isn’t perfect, you know that. I’ve been judged my whole life, too. I had to change my pink to navy.” 

“You’re right.” He sighed, trying not to focus on how sweaty his hands were getting. 

“I know.” You smirked. 

“Where are we going?” 

“You said you trust me, right?” 

“Yes,” 

“Then don’t stop now.” 

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[cobaltsapphire]

The Quarry: Playthrough w/ Friends After Thoughts (Spoilers!!)

I’ll try to keep this one shorter than the other one, but a lot did happen so I’ll summarize as well as I can. Also, I’m gonna be referring to my friends as simply A1 and D1 because yeah. This is mostly stuff they were thinking/saying, but I feel like most of it was Emma slander, so my sincerest apologies to any Emma fans who happen upon this.

Before Game

I was showing them the characters and the different ways that the game can be played and when we were on Dylan I stayed on his character for a whole of two seconds and A1 went, “Wait, is that Luke? Go back!” So I clicked through, got back to Dylan and then quickly clicked past, and A1 yelled, “That is Luke! Go back! Go back!” So I actually go back this time and confessed to them that we watched “Daniel Isn’t Real” because Miles Robbins was in it

Prologue

A1 and D1 believe Max and Laura are idiots. They are your typical start of horror movie characters that always die because they made dumb decisions. Like, splitting up? Why would you do that?

What is up with this cop dude

Oh? Old lady? Who’s gonna let us see the future? Why yes, you’re our friend

Chapter 1

Wow! Emma’s pretty, and Kaitlyn’s awesome

Why did Jacob do this ? We’re now stuck here and all of this is gonna happen cuz he WANTED ONE MORE NIGHT

Dylan closing the door on Jacob? That’s literally D1 to me

Also Dylan’s name is actually Luke

Nick’s accent is hot --- D1

Wait, Ryan is the dude from Detective Pikachu? What?! --- D1, said with genuine surprise

Why is Chris Hackett freaking out so much? What?

The Hag of Hackett’s Quarry is obviously the tarot card lady

Ryan is quite obviously Kaitlyn’s love interest

Chapter 2

Nick and Abi are cute but they are literally so awkward, they can’t even flirt properly.

TAROT CARDS. GET THEM ALL

Jacob and Emma? As a couple? Yeah, no. Nuh uh. They don’t work at all

Peanut butter butter pops... Jacob is a kid, but you know what? We’ll let him be happy

Surprisingly, A1 and D1 don’t want to make chaotic decisions, and actually want to keep everyone alive

Wait, are we gonna be hunted by these hunters?

Ryan seems interested. YES

Welp, whispers from the phone, that’s always a good sign

Oh? A trapdoor? Well let’s send Dylan down and get him killed!

Wait, OP, who’s your favorite again? --- D1, as Dylan’s climbing down the ladder

Dylan --- Me

Oh, well that’s too bad --- D1, said with obvious evil intent

Yeah, Dylan’s tall, but is he that tall?

Taking a photo! A1 has given specific instructions as to how we should take it

Wait, Ryan is both Kaitlyn AND Dylan’s love interest??? Is this a triangle??? --- D1

Truth or dare? Ryan’s a truth guy

Also Jacob has no sense of self preservation, so we picked Kaitlyn

Wait Emma. Emma no. Don’t do it Emma. Kiss your ex. Not your friend’s crush. Emma. Emma! EMMA. NO. HOW COULD YOU. YOU BROKE THE FIREND CODE. YOU---WE HATE YOU NOW. WE’RE GONNA LET YOU DIE.

Seriously though that was uncool. Kiss your ex for sake of your friend and her crush what is wrong with you. Plus you didn’t need to full on make out with him. A peck would’ve done it

Tarot card ye---why is Jacob shirtless

Between Sessions 1

Most characters are bleh

Emma is the worse, with Jacob following suit

Nick and Abi are alright, but there’s not much to them

Dylan’s not grown on them yet

Ryan and Kaitlyn are cool, but Kaitlyn’s the best

Ryan is A1′s favorite so far and Kaitlyn is D1′s

Kaitlyn gives Gogo from Big Hero 6 vibes

Chapter 3

Murder time yay!

Abi alone in the woods what could possibly go wrong

Nick’s here!

Uh oh, something’s watching

They kissed! Yes!

Welp nick’s dead

Hunter dude???

This is intense

Oop and now we’re Jacob and sobbing over Emma who’s so not worth these tears

Every choice we make is to make Emma and Jacob stay broken up forever. No hope for this couple

Emma shut up. Literally shut your mouth.

You’re so mean for literally no reason

Just stop

We’re gonna let you die

TAROT CARDS YES

D1 said no to shortcuts, but allowed us to take one, so we got it Nick in time

Nick’s infected! He’s gonna die

Is this like a zombie? Is he gonna turn into a zombie werewolf???

Don’t waste ammo --- D1, mostly

Only good thing about you is your accent, Nick --- Also D1

To Eliza: Would we even be talking to you if you didn’t offer us a look into the future??

Chapter 4

Let’s get Emma killed

But her evidence. Will we keep it if she dies??? Nevermind, let’s not get her killed

But man is she annoying... wish she would shut up. Jacob deserves better

Ah ha! A chance to get her to shut up! The high road it is then

No amount of talking makes us like you more, Emma

Snooping is our priority. Chance to snoop? Take it

Taser! Get that photo!

Okay now run

Oh yeah we’re being chased

Stay alive

We don’t like you, but we feel obligated to keep you alive, Emma

We outta here

Should’ve let Emma die but oh well

“Oh, it’s a zipline,” D1 says, in reference to the tarot card we saw and how we should totally let that future come true real quick (spoiler alert, we did not let it come true)

None of us would’ve been upset if Emma died

Chapter 5

Ryan and Dylan... what are they

So, are we cutting off Dylan’s hand?? --- Me

Yes, we’re pulling an Ethan Winters -- D1

Sorry, Dylan, we’re pulling an Ethan Winters --- Me

A1 and D1 are unsure as to if we’ll be able to cure you if we don’t so losing a hand is a better alternative

This is fine... not at all painful or anything....

OP, you sound like a mom trying to be cool --- D1

What? I sound normal --- Me

You sound like a cool mom --- D1

Oh --- Me

Yeah, you sound like a mom trying to be cool --- D1

No, it’s too late, you already messed up the wording, I’m a cool mom --- Me

Okay, Mom --- D1

EMMA, SHUT UP

Abi no!

Nick what is happening with you

We love you, nick

Kaitlyn, what are you doing stay here no don’t go out there, stay here

Kaitlyn

Please

Stay alive

“Voodoo doo doo” --- Repeated by A1

Literally anytime the woman whispers to Dylan (Luke): “Daniel?!” (iykyk)

Had a whole debate over cutting Dylan’s hand off and then decided it was the best thing to do for him, because D1 wanted to be able to cure him before he turned, but that’s not possible, so

“I’m sorry, Dylan, but you gotta become Ethan Winters” --- D1

Eye patch lady looks cool but who is she (they ask, unaware that is Laura and that they did not like her at the beginning)

Chapter 6

I’m looking at the notes I took and I kid you not this is mostly Emma slander

Why are you so mean, Emma. Jacob deserves better

Jacob you idiot! Your leg

Hat Emma so much.. Should’ve let her die... keeps stringing Jacob along (D1′s words, mostly). Just stop messing with him.

Jacob wants more out of it and she’s just like “no”

Emma’s done more bad than Jacob. This situation may be his fault, since, yk, he broke the car, but Emma is worse.

Wait

This is all Emma’s fault. It all leads back to her

Okay so... we want Emma dead, but we kinda wanna keep everyone alive.

But also who can we kill

But like keep everyone alive

Then come back and get Emma killed

Nick is being weird... “It’s because he’s turning,” D1, probably

If we have the option to kill him off, we should take it. We started liking him and then he had to go die on us.

No. Nick no. Please no. We don’t want to do this. Nick please.

“I’m so sorry,” D1 starts, knowing what we must do to save Abi. “But we have to put you down.”

Say your goodbyes

Goodbye! Bye bye!

You will be missed

“Someone pay attention to Abi,” D1 states, and then Abi is promptly thrown.

“Looks like someone paid attention to Abi!” I exclaim

Yeah we’re shooting Nick

“I’m so sorry, Nick,” D1 says as Abi picks up the gun. “It was you or me. And you were already gone.”

CONGRATULATIONS! You just avoided an Abi death!

Wait, really? -- A1

Yeah, if you don’t shoot Nick then Abi dies --- D1

Emma why are you alive... oh right, because we want to keep everyone alive

Nick is first love, Dylan’s for life

Almost like Daniel and Luke

D1 would absolutely write a fic where she personally offs Emma if given the chance. That girl w=really gets on her nerves

Between Sessions 2

Kaitlyn is best girl

Who’s the cutest boy that isn’t dead, aka Nick? --- D1

A1, very quietly, “Dylan...”

Me, “Dylan. Dylan!”

D1, “Yeah, Dylan.”

People who are genuinely nice are attractive

Sorry, Emma, but you’re no longer pretty

You’re too mean

Should’ve gotten Emma killed but oh well

Also, Dylan’s 10/10, 5/5, 1/1, 5 star rating --- A1 and Me

Chapter 7

I took the notes late on this one so I remember nothing and I don’t feel like watching the video back (because we recorded every playthrough... well I recorded every playthrough, they just watched and helped me make choices)

Something to do with flashbacks

Started to get attached to Travis here and understand him a little better now

Also, finally acknowledged werewolves

Someone finally said it

D1 said we should be compliant because A) Less likely to get hurt like that and B) Laura’s a girl and doesn’t look like she could fight back well (I personally beg to differ, but oh well)

Why is Ryan defending Chris so much -- A1 and D1 (they just don’t understand)

Chapter 8

Also barely remember anything, but definitely something about wanting Emma dead

D1 and A1 agreed with the notion that Ryan and Laura were acting like siblings

Freed Jacob! Didn’t kill Nick in the cage

Dylan getting “maced” was hilarious

He’s so dramatic

Like he was screaming and panicking until someone told him it was only air freshener (which, to be fair, probably would sting cuz of the chemicals, but definitely not as bad as mace)

And then he just goes “oh”

Possibly their favorite scene in the game

Between Sessions 3

I literally forgot to take quick notes so I have no idea. I think it was mostly D1 teasing me and joking that we’re gonna get Dylan killed in the scrapyard

Still want Emma dead 

Chapter 9

Scrapyard scene!

Hehe, it would be funny if we got Dylan killed -- D1

Anyone but Dylan, D1, anyone but Dylan

Killed the majority of the Hackett's sorry Travis

“This poor man, we just keep killing his family members”

Maybe we can save Caleb though

They’re confused by the lore but that’s only because they’re asking questions that get answered later

Dylan’s got one hand -- D1

Yeah, but he gets around pretty well --- Me

How would you know? --- D1 says suggestively

Did you see him operate the crane and possibly save Kaitlyn’s life??? That’s how I know!!!

Chapter 10

I kid you not I accidentally got Kaitlyn killed

Because apparently you can hold your breath for too long, and I don’t just mean holding it until the character’s out of breath, I mean the red indicating danger can come back

Caleb killed her in the lodge while they were hiding

But we still had 3 rewinds so I instantly used it on her

Most stressed I’ve ever been because I actually did things I’ve never done/seen before in this game at the beckoning of D1 and A1

They had me hide, and then we didn’t investigate and get the silver shell.

But they had me walking around forever so we found the toy in Abi’s backpack and were able to lock Caleb in the freezer

Our mindset after locking him in the freezer alone? “Yay! We saved Caleb and managed to keep at least one member of Travis’s family alive! Since, you know, we killed everyone else.”

We were actually so happy I kid you not

We saved Caleb

And then the outro thing happened

And the words “Caleb Hackett: DECEASED” graced the screen and a piece of us died with him

The devastation was real, not to mention the disbelief

We really thought we saved him

Like, killing Kaitlyn on accident was bad

But thinking we saved Caleb only to find out we hadn’t??? Whole other level of devastation

But we searched up how to save him and keep Kaitlyn and Dylan alive, so that may be in our future

Found all the evidence! So the charges got dropped (which, as annoying as the podcast ending may be, it wouldn’t have been possible without Grace and Anton, so everyone say thank you)

A1′s best boy is Ryan, and I can’t entirely disagree with that, but Dylan is personally my favorite so

D1′s best boy was either Nick or Dylan

But we all agree that Kaitlyn is best girl

And that we need to kill Emma and save Caleb (definitely in our future, I posted this late so we’ve already started on that mission)

[inkedmyths]

S1: E9 "Home"

Alright its been almost a month time to stop procrastinating this

Ohhh ~crunchy~ video quality

Oh a classic monster in the closet situation

Surprised the lady didn't get like dragged in right then and there

Its wild bc obviously in real life there's never anything in the closet but this is Supernatural in which case ofc there's something

Its not rats! Its something worse!

THE CHAIR. ITS MOVING. RUN KID

WAIT WINCHESTERS

H U H

0oh Sam and his ~prophetic dreams~

Me when someone's trying to talk to me as I'm drawing

Sam I feel like you should just say you're having spooky dreams

THERE we go

Dean did not sign up for his little brother being a psychic

Dean shut up its road trip back home time. Bitch.

THE CAMERA. THE MUSIC. THE DRAMA. This is so funny SPN is a soap opera actually

[ Crepe says that no one can handle Sam's bs in a calm and controlled manner. My opinion is no one can handle any of the Winchester's bullshit in a calm and controlled manner. ]

Awkward but I mean ok

Waiting for the kid to say "There's something in the closet"

YEP

Bros just yelling at each other bc they are so normal about this

Dean is so so bad with his feelings huh

[ Kayla asks if I am just realizing this. I am not. I was merely repeating a statement of observation. It seemed relevant. ]

Walks away bc he didn't want Sam to see him showing an emotion

NOT THE FUCKING CYMBALS MONKEY

NOOOOO

NO DONT STICK YOUR HAND

Oh I am not watching the screen no thank you

[ Kayla finds this reaction funny because "We've all been there". This is fair. And I know the man is just trying to do his job. However, he is, unfortunately, in an episode of Supernatural. If you are a random background character in an episode of Supernatural, you should never stick your hand in a thing that has many sharp blades. ]

I know where this is going to go

YEP EURGH arm smoothie

DUMBASSES THEY'RE PRETENDING TO BE COPS INVESTIGATING THEIR OWN DISAPPEARANCE

I feel like they would get farther is they just walked up to people and said WE'RE SAM AND DEAN

[ Melon says that we should play a drinking game, in which every time Sam and Dean do something stupid, you take a sip of a drink. Forst of all, I am still a year away from being able to consume alcohol legally. Second of all, this sounds like a surefire way to get alcohol poisoning. ]

Oh ofc. Psychic time.

"Your wife if crazy about you!" Turns around "His wife is banging the gardener" Incredible

LMAO CALLING DEAN A GOOFY LOOKIN KID

Oh shes good. Interesting

Sam as she's yelling at Dean is just :D

This poor lady its not her fault that the guy got blended

Yes something is starting. A TV show

UH OH

Is it giving the kid juice. Whats the deal

Oh its shutting him in the FRIDGE

UH OH

THE FRIDGE

MA'AM BEHIND YOU THE FRIDGE

OPEN THE FRIDGE

Thank god

NOT THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHED

She's so much smarter than either of the bros

I have a sneaking suspicion the firey spirit is their mom or something

[ It is at this point that Crepe has no concept of how not to spoil an Ep and says I'm right. I figured, the plot beats seemed obvious, but come ON. The less you spoil the funnier my reactions will be. Let me enjoy my incredible powers of prediction in due time. ]

Oop there goes the lamp

Uh oh there is attenpted murder via flying objects

WOAH

Flashy light

MISSOURI MA'AM ARE YOY OKAY

Oh good

Holy cow that was something

SORRY ABOUT YOUR HOUSE THE GHOST DID NOT LIKE US

GET THE MOP AND DONT CUSS AT ME

There's like 10 minutes left what's gonna happen next

SHAKING

Is Sam outside oh yep there's the bros

go go go

FLAMING FIGURE

Oh bye bye Sam

DOOR SHUT how drama

Oh hes just getting punted

OH HI

Ur not on fire anymore whats up

Ghost fight! Ghost fight!

Oh yeah tragic sacrifice all that Sam buddy she was already dead

Alright so Sam is on some kind of bizarre spooky journey

AHA. THE BASTARD

YOU. MOTHERFUCKER

OLD MAN WINCHESTER WHATS YOUR FUCKING ANGLE

[ Episode ends. Crepe said it would be funnier if I added in the other's commentary. Kayla agreed. I hope this appeases you both. ]

[noritoshiikamo]

motivation

@kenkenmaaa requested: do you mind me requesting about reader and him as childhood friends into lovers like super fluffy and sfw pairing: toge inumaki + fem!reader genre: fluff tags//warning: childhood friends turned into lover, toge making an exception by finding away to talk to the only girl he likes note: the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. also i'm not that well versed in sign language and my sources is this website just saying and hey i popped my toge cherry, i couldn't wait just wanna do it hope you enjoy my nonsense!! <33 i listened to the cover of the only exception by paravi das idky its just so pretty

2008

she didn’t understand it at first.

she sat beside her mother, occasionally nibbling on the biscuit as she listened tentatively to her mother talking to this lady in beautiful, embroidered yukata. she didn’t understand why she wasn’t allowed to go out to play, she had seen a kid running around earlier. surely, it is much fun to play outside than staying her.

she knew the beautiful lady; she is her mother’s massage client. she had been accompanying her mother since she could start walking and this lady has been a regular. she felt her mother’s hand rested on top of her head, gently caressing her head.

“oh, i didn’t know your toge is as same age as my daughter.”

the beautiful lady looked down at her with a smile, “yes, toge is turning 10 years old today. it’s a shame for our maid however.”

she watched as her mother frowned, throwing a sympathetic look at the lady, “his cursed speech is still out of control?” the lady sighed and nodded, bringing her cup up to her lips. “the maid fractured her bones, we had to sent her back home. that’s our third maid this month.” she heard a ruckus behind and slowly turned to meet a pair of violet eyes peeping from the opened door.

she felt her face getting red when the boy peeped through, waving his hand at her. she smiled and broke a part of her biscuit, holding it out to him.

“toge! what are you doing hiding behind there?”

the lady exclaimed and out of shock she dropped his portion on the floor. the boy shrieked and ran, leaving the ladies with the heavy pitter patter of his feet on the floor. her mother scolded her for the mess which she apologized profusely to her mother and the lady. “i didn’t mean to make a mess,” she helped her mother cleaned up the mess, obviously as said by the lady, the house doesn’t have any maid anymore.

“i’m sorry if toge scared you, y/n. he can’t speak or something bad will happen. we are trying to get it under control. i hope you’ll stay away from him, i don’t want anything to happen to you alright?” the lady caressed her cheeks before excusing himself, escorting her mother to the kitchen with the empty cups. she was still curious of the boy with the violet eyes and the fact that he has the marking on his face. glancing around, she filled her pocket with some of the biscuits and quickly ran out of the door into the hallway. she followed the hall until she reached the end, where there's an open door that leads to the garden. she put on a slipper and headed out.

the boy from earlier was kneeling by the pond with a stick in his hand poking something in the water.

he noticed her immediately and she caught a look of concern on his face. “are you toge?” she asked, stepping closer to the boy. he was glued to the spot, his lips pressed thin. she immediately took a spot next to him, with a smile, she showed him her pocket.

“i got you some biscuits, want to share?” she offered and to her joy, he nodded.

they watched at the water calmed down, reflecting the surrounding on the surface and their faces. when she smiled, he hesitated, terrified to be scolded again, terrified that he might cursed the only person who dared to speak to him. “since you can’t speak, do you know sign language?” she asked, tossing some of the crumbs into the pond. she watched as the boy nibbled on the biscuit before shaking his head, his long blonde hair tossed around with every shake.

so, she taught him.

“i don’t know a lot actually, but i went to school and we have a teacher who’s mute and she taught me how to say yes and no,” she explained, helping toge with his fingers. holding out his index and middle finger, she motioned him to tap the thumb while shaking her head. when he followed her, she was beaming happily, “that’s how you say no. good job! okay, now, this is how you say yes.” she held her hand up in a fist, holding it at about her shoulder height and motioned it up and down while nodding.

all this while the two mothers stood from far, watching the wholesome scene unfolding with laughing and gesturing and to lady inumaki’s surprise, her son was laughing.

“i hope my daughter isn’t being bothersome to you and your son, my lady,” her mother apologized.

“i haven’t seen him laugh in a while,” lady inumaki confessed to the mother, “he’s always afraid of being close to someone. we can’t even bring him to therapist to deal with the stress, he can’t talk.” lady inumaki laughed nervously. she could see the stress on the lady’s face, and she understood her, from a worried mother to another.

“i can always bring her by if that would’ve help you, my lady.”

“please, thank you. i’ll include this in the payment for the weekly massages too,” lady inumaki bowed in grateful. the mother looked embarrassed, shaking her head, “it’s okay, my lady. you only pay me for my service. my daughter is not apart of it. she just likes having a friend around.”

she did, she enjoyed being the only friend that toge can leaned on to.

-

2018

“you got your cough spray?”

his fist moved up and down, she couldn’t see it but behind the high collar, she knew he was smiling. checking his pocket, he pulled out the said item, shaking the full bottle, “shake,” he said, reaching for her hand, rubbing it gently.

“don’t push yourself to hard,” she reminded sternly, watching as his hand slithered down. their palm touched and toge slipped his fingers between the gap between her own. she could see the smile in his eyes as he laughed, pinching her cheek. she never failed to get nervous when he touched her, even after knowing each other for many years, even after they started dating, she still gets butterflies for him.

she remembered when exactly that she realised that she’s totally in love with him.

the same spot in the garden where he surprised her by signing to her. he didn’t cover the lower part of his face; she could see the snake and fang marking on his face and he looked handsome today. she was distracted by that until she realised his hands were moving. “hello, you’re early!” he signed.

she gasped, dropping her bag on the ground before sitting beside him cross legged. “you learned sign language? when? why didn’t you tell me, i could’ve help you?” he nodded, pointing to a book on his lap. introduction to sign language. flipping through the books, she noticed the folded edges, his notes and scribbles, the book looked worn out. he must’ve been taking the class for a long time.

“just few months. i caught up fast. i learnt it so we can talk.”

she huffed, “you don’t have too. i can still understand our conversation.”

“i don’t want to talk ingredients with you,” he signed, a small teasing smile appear on his face, “how can i tell you that i like you with rice ball ingredient?”

she scoffed, “you’re joking.” she watched as the blonde man shook his head. opening the book, he pulled a yellow sticky note off the front page and placed it in her hand. it looked old and smudged but she could make out the date. it was dated few months ago, just as he said when he started taking the class. behind the sticky note was a picture of her. she could feel her face warming up and she looked up, unable to string any words into a sentence.

“they asked everyone what is the motivation that made us take the classes. i told them that there’s a girl i want to be able to say that i like her.” he pointed to the picture, “that’s the girl i’m in love with.”

she could feel tears pooling on the corner of her eyes. she laughed, glancing away to secretly wipe her tears away, “you’re lying. don’t you dare lie to me”

“i don’t,” he signed, crossing both of his hands together. “okaka,” he negated using their made-up language. she let out of snort, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand.

“well, i like you too, toge.”

a gentle squeeze of her hand brought her back to the future. “takana?” he asked, worry look etched on his face as he closed their distance. “i was just thinking of when you first tell me that you like me. it’s been a while, isn’t it?” she noticed his agitation, he kept glancing backward and her face scrunched in question. turning around, she noticed noritoshi and mai walking towards them. squeezing his hand, he let go of the hold on her hand heavily, she smiled and told him that she’ll be back in a minute.

“y/n,” noritoshi called, “they are calling for a meeting soon.”

“yeah, stop fraternising with the enemy,” mai chimed in.

she gave a dismissive wave of her hand with a cheerful smile, “i’ll be there soon. i’m just wrapping up some things,” she bowed her head slightly and her eyes followed as they walked back from they came from, disappearing through the woods. she felt a hand on her shoulder, turning around to see toge standing behind her.

“do they know we are engaged?”

she rested her weight on one of her legs, crossing her arms across her chest, huffing, “they don’t even know we are dating. okay, maybe they suspected something. you don’t exactly go to home one semester break, got engaged and come back to school and expect me to share that with them.” the blonde chuckled, shrugging his shoulder.

“do you tell your friends?”

“they know we are dating. i haven’t tell them about our engagement yet.”

“i want to keep you to myself for a while, can i?” she asked.

he could see the sparkles in her eyes, as she batted her eyes with a small pout. his finger traced her jaw, hooking onto her chin, tilted her head up slightly. unzipping his collar, she couldn’t help her giddiness as he pressed his lips against hers. something about being able to see him whole, as him, not as the cursed speech user is something she cherished the most. fluttering her eyes opened, they met his beautiful eyes. his lips moved, silently mouthed an okay to her. she nodded, helping him zipped up the collar in place. satisfied that it’s in place, he caressed her cheeks to thank her before excusing himself.

“see you later!”

she waved and he watched as the giddy girl skipped her way out of the wood the same way the rest of them came from earlier. he jammed his hands in his pocket and turned around walking the opposite way of her, thanking god he could hide his blushing face under the high collar.

[anika-ann]

In the Strangest Place (We Just Might Find Love) - Pt.2

Type: two-shot, pretty much canon

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader     Word count: 2750

Summary: You’re hiding from your boss in a supply closet, minding your own business, when a stranger joins you unexpectedly.

Steve is not entirely a stranger anymore; he knows about your troubles and you know about his. And he’s determined to sort out yours this very moment.

Warnings: mention of sexual harassment, a bit of angst, language, something that might be close to a panic attack if you squint

A/N: There we go... hopefully I’ll make mid-week a bit sweeter for some of you ;)

Part 1

“Alright, kids. Let’s have a trip.”

And you just stared.

…what?

“W-what?” you stuttered, suddenly consumed by the familiar feeling of losing the firm ground under your feet at the idea of trying to confront Gregory head-on. Not even Steve at your side was helping at all as the four of you started walking towards the IT department.

“I-I don’t have any prove! I can’t-- he told me he would--- that he would-”

“That he’d twist it around, convince the HR that you were crushing on him and he turned you down, which turned you into a soulless bitch craving revenge?” the billionaire finished for you and you just uselessly opened you mouth, unable to let out a word to deny it. It seemed to amuse him, because he scoffed; and there was something very bitter in that sound too. “Kid, he’s not the first asshole to take advantage of his superior position. I’ve seen the types. Relax. If Cap here believes you, then so do I. Plus, I know a liar when I see one. And you ain’t lying.”

You breathed in shakily, a flicker of hope igniting in your chest. Could it really be so easy? That couldn’t be right…

“T-thank you, Mr. Stark. I-”

“Yeah, yeah, just name your first kid after me,” Mr. Stark uttered, waving it off.

The Falcon next to you chuckled and you shot Steve a confused gaze. Was that how Mr. Stark usually was? You had never met him in person; you had only ever heard him giving a speech on TV and you knew he had a certain reputation, but this was… different.

You were surprised to find Steve watching you; perhaps he worried about your reaction to such bluntness, since he had seen your outburst in the closet. Upon meeting your gaze – probably shy and undeniably surprised – he charmed a tiny smile for you.

“It’s gonna be okay, see?”

“What are you even worried about? You have three Avengers coming with you!” Mr. Wilson questioned lightly and you bit your lower lip as you thought of the source of anxiety indeed.

Yeah, I have three Avengers and they are all men. Sue me for not being sure which side they would take – not until now.

“You’re not a full-time Avenger, Wilson.”

Falcon gasped, clutching at his chest theatrically at Stark’s remark. “Ouch, Tony. My heart.”

You let out a breathy laugh at their banter and felt yourself relax despite your better judgement. You almost let yourself believe it truly would go alright. Well, as much as dealing with such shitty thing could.

“You’re all my heroes,” you whispered timidly, which earned you a bright smile from Sam Wilson.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Cruel, Birdboy. You stole the old man’s line,” Mr. Stark hummed, amused.

“Heh! Sorry, Cap. But I’m sure you have a whole set of other lines to use on her.”

You choked on your own spit as Steve faltered in his steps, his grip on you growing stronger. What the hell did the Falcon just say?

“Oh my God, Wilson, shut up before we get stuck with another harassment report.”

“I don’t think this a subject for joking,” Steve interjected, slightly irritated, and you shot him a grateful look, because he definitely had a point.

Except… once you weren’t in such a sticky situation, you totally wouldn’t mind Steve Rogers using a line on you. Not at all. And his hand around yours felt nice for multiple reasons, the wordless comfort and support only being one of them. It was warm and slightly calloused, a reminder of his physical work, and it was bigger than yours, so sweetly and distractingly enveloping yours…

But now it was so not the time.

Your peculiar group approached the office and you didn’t even have the time to brace yourself as Tony Stark simply threw the door open, not bothering to knock.

“Thomas Ian Gregory, you are fired this very second,” the billionaire exclaimed dramatically.

You would think he was just being a drama queen, except he sounded deadly serious, using your boss’ full name which he must have read out on the door, and his eyes were throwing daggers at the man sitting behind the desk, looking as if he was the fucking king of the world.

Your boss blinked in surprise and eyed all four of you; Falcon with his arms crossed on his chest, Ironman minus his suit with a murderous glare and a hand raised towards him as if he wanted to point a finger and then Gregory’s gaze fell on your hand connected with Steve’s; you wanted to retrieve it quickly, but Steve wouldn’t let you, his grip growing firm. Anger flashed through your boss’ eyes for a second, before he composed himself and rose from his chair with an innocently confused expression.

You wanted to puke and you felt your legs turning into a shaking mess of jello. This was it. Now he would use his slimy words to turn this situation around and you were about to get fired and humiliated so much that jumping under a bus would be the most likeable option for you.

“Mr. Stark, it’s an honour. Captain Rogers, Mr. Wilson. What do I owe the pleasure?”

You couldn’t believe this--- this pig. Seriously. Who the fuck did he think he was?! How could he--- just lie so easily, pretending that everything was perfectly fine?!

But Tony Stark was not fooled by the charade and you mentally sighed in relief, sure they must have heard the weight falling off of your shoulders even in Jersey.

“I’m sure you heard me, Mr. Gregory. You quit and you’ll be hearing from the HR soon. And you’ll be damn lucky if this young lady right here won’t sue you.”

You honestly wished you were invisible when Gregory’s gaze flickered to you, subtle anger with a promise of consequences in his irises – consequences that would come should you not cut this bullshit right now.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand, Mr. Stark. If this is about the unfortunate feelings my assistant has for me-”

Tears of rage and baseless shame stung in your eyes at his words and you breathed in sharply to defend yourself; before you could, Gregory continued.

“Though I can see they weren’t very… honest. Obviously my inferior seems to be the ‘love them and leave them’ type, which I should warn you about, Capta-”

Breathless at his malicious made-out theories, you did not expect Steve to drop your hand in favour to tower over your boss, making him shut up with one single glare.

Alright, you could see why he had thought that simply appearing at your office would make Gregory tremble in fear. Your boss actually backed off and learnt onto a table, looking as if he was supporting himself under the weight of Steve’s judgement.

“I met this woman for the first time not half an hour ago, hiding from you, too scared of your dirty hands to return to her own workplace. Trust me, it left an impression, just like you are leaving one now,” Steve grunted menacingly, causing your heart to pound in your chest in fright even with his words not aimed on you. “If I can give an advice, you pack your things as fast as you can, apologize to her profusely, begging for her forgiveness and you don’t set a foot in this building or speak to her ever again. Do we have an understanding?”

You weren’t the only one affected. Your boss tried to reciprocate Captain America’s glare, but he failed miserably. He visibly gulped and circled his desk, still watching the soldier as if he was expecting to get hit; then his eyes just dropped to his desk and he frantically started picking random things from it.

You watched the scene in front of you, paralyzed. Your heart was beating its way out of your chest, pulsing in your temples, your breathing alternating between hitching and picking up. Your vision started to swim.

Holy. Shit.

“Cap, I think you broke her.”

Steve spun to you at instant, his eyes roaming your face; or you thought so. He looked worried now; or you thought so. Thinking and frankly evaluating the stimuli your senses were receiving was a bit difficult at the moment.

What the hell had just happened?

Gentle hands took yours, leading you out of the room. You blindly followed, unsure how to put one foot in front of the other, your body running on autopilot.

It was over. Thomas Gregory was no longer your boss and it had happened without you losing your job. And Steve Rogers had scolded him as if he was a five-year old kid – a very pervert one, but a kid nonetheless. Steve put a fucking fear of God into him. All of that happening within three minutes. And you just… couldn’t quite process all that.

You barely registered getting into and out of an elevator, being seated on a couch, having a blanket tossed over your shoulders and a cup of warm liquid pressed into your hands. You automatically brought it to your lips, only to be stopped by a tender fingers curling around your wrist.

“Careful. It might be too hot,” a pleasant voice warned you and you blinked, finally focusing your gaze, finding rather worried and very handsome face staring back.

You glanced at the cup, surprised to identify the drink as Steve’s hand let go of yours.

“Is that… is that hot chocolate?” you stuttered, bewildered. Well, more like… astonished.

“Yeah. You’re not allergic to milk or anything, are you?”

You looked up back to Steve’s face, only to find him with his brows furrowed in concern, lips thoughtfully pursed. It snapped you to action.

“No! No. It’s just… I didn’t have one in years. Thank— thank you.”

His expression cleared, as he was evidently pleased with himself. “Good. You’re welcome.”

The words fell off his lips so easily. As if he just hadn’t… hadn’t saved your career. Or your mental health, really.

You eyed the table by the couch, setting the cup down, only to fully turn to him. He seemed a bit confused at that; but God, you had something important to say and since you didn’t want to give up the blanket just yet, you decided to get rid of the mug at least to look less pathetic.

“No, Steve, I… thank you,” you whispered sincerely, feeling tears in your eyes for like a millionth time that day. His smile widened a little.

“You’re welcome. I’m sorry if I… if I scared you down there. It wasn’t meant for you.”

“You didn’t-” you blurted out in attempt to deny it and make him feel better, only to waver as his eyebrow rose, picture perfect of doubt. It made you chuckle at yourself self-deprecatingly. “It’s not your fault that I was… surprised by your little hulk-out. I guess I just didn’t see it coming.”

“Hulk-out, huh? How do you feel?”

You shrugged, exhaling slowly, thinking hard about your answer.

“Like I just watched my life take a way better turn that I would expect... and I’m still only watching,” you whispered honestly, which led to his face twisting in a grimace.

“Anything I can do?”

You couldn’t help it; you scanned your surroundings, realizing you were in something that looked fancy enough to belong to Tony Stark and was way too big to be part of an actual apartment. You ran your hand down the blanket covering your shoulders, reaching for the abandoned cup to blow on it softly and take a careful sip of chocolate. Steve’s questioning gaze observed you while you did so and you smiled blissfully into the cup as the delicious rich taste caressed your tongue.

“You mean besides comforting me despite being a complete stranger, getting my harassing boss fired and scaring the hell out of him, taking me to--- here, giving me a blanket and making the best cup of hot chocolate I had in years? Give me a second, I’m sure I’ll figure out something else,” you babbled and Steve’s smile grew, tense shoulders relaxing. “Seriously, Steve. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I owe you. I- I know you’re a hero and all that, but… yeah. I should be asking you what I could do for you in return.”

“That’s not-- I’m not--- ...you make a pleasant company,” he said in the end as if he realized he couldn't deny any of the things you had listed. You lowered your gaze to the chocolate as his eyes twinkled at the statement.

“Ditto.”

“Does that-” he blurted out and you tilted your head to side, watching him curiously when he stopped talking just as abruptly. “This is a terrible timing, but that’s apparently an infamous quality of mine, because usually I wait too long, and… uhm…”

Your heart skipped a beat at the suddenly embarrassed soldier scratching the back of his neck, peeking at your through his eyelashes. Was that--- was he trying to-? No, it couldn’t be.

“Yeah?” you softly encouraged him to continue.

He wetted his lips, causing your previously tight gut to warm up.

“I understand that it’s the last thing you’re thinking about right now, but… when you settle down again... and things are a bit calmer for you… would you- uhm,  like to… maybe spend some more time with--- with me?”

If he had blurted the sentence in one go, you would have dropped your mug in surprise despite suspecting this incredible thing when he had turned bashful. But he didn’t so your brain had enough time to process the words slowly leaving his lips, one after another, little shy, little hopeful. Your heart was speeding up with each of them, ready to burst when he finished with a tiny nervous smile.

Well. How could you possibly say no to that irresistible creature in front of you? You smiled into your drink.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

His face lit up. “Really?”

You wanted to chuckle at the pure surprise on his face, but it was just too endearing and so you had to fight the urge to make an embarrassing sound like an aww instead.

“Yeah, Steve. I’d really like that,” you repeated, hiding the teasing note in your voice. “But you’ve got to teach me how to make a chocolate that good, because seriously, it tastes amazing.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” you demanded, a bit hurt, rather surprised. “I don’t want you to give up your secret recipe right away! Just… in time.”

He grinned at you boyishly, leaning a bit closer to you. You held your breath in anticipating, a the change. “I could. But then I wouldn’t get to enjoy the process of preparing it for you and your smile in return.”

You stared at him for few moments, taking the statement in, wondering if he was teasing you or was being serious. The corners of his lips were quirked up as if he was indeed joking, but there was a certain spark of honesty in his eyes.

You decided to play along, whether it was a game or not. Perhaps it was the relief of newly found freedom from a sleazy man in your life that plucked up your courage and woke up your jovial side.

“Aww, Steve, that’s so sweet. Is that your way of telling me you’re planning on spoiling me? Because then I would need significantly less time to… settle down.”

His grin widened at your words. “Is that so?”

“Mm.”

“Well then…” he brought up lowly, torturing you with anticipation when he didn’t continue, only to watch you with a mischievous smile.

“...then?”

“What are your plans for Friday evening?”

Oh, you were so glad you were sitting, because otherwise the force of the moment in which Steve Rogers asked you out on Friday night would knock you down.

You tried to think of an answer that wouldn’t sound like an over-enthusiastic YES, but his blue eyes staring into yours made it very difficult for you.

Dammit, it was harder to talk to him when you could actually see--- you smiled smugly at the idea that popped up in your head and raised an eyebrow in silent challenge.

“I’m hiding in a supply closet. Why, you wanna join me?”

Steve burst out laughing, throwing his head back with that sound and the picture armed your heart so thoroughly it was unfair.

“Sure thing. Would you like me to bring muffins and coffee or do you prefer an actual dinner?”

You found yourself laughing too and you suddenly believed that your life would indeed get better. It already had, after all.

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