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enderwolf91 · 2 months ago

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Alright I do this every season now but I wanna talk about the s13 skins. It's not full of negativity, I promise, just me rambling about each of the skins they've shown us cause I wanted to do a deep dive into them

**Spoilers to the s13 trailer, go watch it if you want a better look at the skins/some extra things I don't touch on here

1. Widow Mythic

Lowkey. Love this skin. It's actually so well made and cute and detailed. As a Widow player km happy with this skin. Was I hoping Ramattra (or another tank) to get the mythic this season? Yes, absolutely. But I read a comment somewhere that gave a decent reasoning to why there's been more dps mythics; because there's more dps.

Looking at it as a bigger picture, if Blizzard were to stick to the rotation idea they had originally, then we'd go through the tank roster in just a couple of seasons, then we'd go through the support, and we'd have a large chuck of time of only dps mythics until a new tank or support was added to the game. Do I like that they did 3 dps in a row? No, not really, I feel like this season could have been a tank and maybe next a dps or whatever, but from now on I'm expecting there to be 2-3 seasons in a row of dps mythics because there's a larger amount of them than the other two roles.

2. BP Skins pt 1

Okay. For starters, in case anyone can't immediately recognize who each character

Ana, Sojourn, Sigma, J. Queen, Torbjorn

First off, Gnome Torb is not at all what I was expecting but sends me into a fit of giggles every time I see him.

Secondly, necromancer-esqe JQ skin is awesome. Love the design and color scheme for her.

Sigma, interesting skin compared to the rest but I've come to accept that BP skins don't always (any at all) follow the BP theme. (at least this theme pretty much all the skins do somehow fit the theme, and I can see some arguments made for Sigma here). Not to say this is a bad skin though, I actually really like it; a lot more than the sailor skin honestly.

Sojourn looks a bit... flat out of them. There just isn't as much detail going on compared to the other four, which is unfortunate but maybe it's because of the camera angle/pose she's in that hides more details. 100% love the gun design though. I'm glad they gave Sojourn a skin too.

Okay. I genuinely could not tell who the first person was. I fully thought it was Junkrat because of the crouch/hunched over pose. But then I saw everyone calling them Ana, and then I saw another photo with them stand straight up and with Ana's gun. So apparently that's Ana. Great skin, I just wish they chose a different pose for this photo cuz it's hard to tell who it is (for me at least).

3. BP Skins pt 2

There's a lot here so I'll keep it short (and go in order)

Winston. I like it, it's a nice skin though a bit hard to see fully since he's in the back. I'm just kinda glad they didn't recolor his werewolf skin.

Mercy. If I you are new to my account, I am a Mercy main. Fully and wholeheartedly. I feel like this skin is a bit... unneeded at the moment. Given she's gotten a handful of skins recently but that's just common for this game so I'm not gonna talk into a brick wall. I'm not huge fan of this skin visually, idk just doesn't appeal to me but I'm sure it does to others.

Tracer. Not gonna talk about Tracer getting a BP skin and a collab skin in the same season. Good skin as well, though i feel like they felt the need to just, slap on some animal ears? I don't really see the point in them I feel like the skin didn't need the ears but sure.

Symmetra. My girl is slaying front and center. I feel like they tend to make really good skins for Sym, when she does get a skin. Also, I'm questioning the kitties with her and JQ. New Victory poses maybe? I love that they're matching either way.

Kiriko. Genuinely, its decent. Definitely not her best skin, but I can see people using it. (shes getting 3 skins this season everyone :D)

Illari. Not a fan of the hair...? it looks like they gave her a bob cut from the front, but I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be like a braided crown? Correct me if I'm wrong? I love the dress though. Love that they're giving the sun based character such a dark and gloomy appearance, it fits her personality sm despite literally radiating the sun.

Ashe. My honest opinion, and maybe a hot take idk, I don't look at Ashe skins for Ashe. I look at them for Bob. Sure some of them Ashe looks good, but for me it's Bob that carries the skins. It's literally the reason I didn't get the Ashe mythic despite playing her. I'd have only gotten it because of Bob. I like the color scheme of this skin, and in this one Ashe does look really cool, but like Sojourn it's a bit lacking compared to the rest. To me it's only compelling aspect is the neon color, it's the only feature that draws me to the skin tbh.

4. Recolors

I'm gonna keep this brief. Cool, variants to already existing skins. I'm not spending the same amount of coins for a recolor as I did for the original, I hate that that's normal.

Anyone can make a recolor, I can make one. You can make one. They shouldn't cost as much as the original if all your doing is picking new colors and maybe adding/removing a small feature of the original.

There's been an influx of recolors with the magma and ocean bundles that were in the shop, to this season, and I'm sure plenty of more coming soon. I just want them to be discounted a bit, maybe if the original costs gold coins, have the recolor cost white instead idk.

5. New Tank

So maybe no mythic, but tank players will be getting a new hero added to their roster; so I hope they aren't super mad (I genuinely don't know how to feel about it I have barely over 10 hours on tank I'm being so fr)

I'm hoping they shake up the game (in a healthy way). With Orisa back in rotation and Hog/Mauga sitting to the side ready to ruin the game at a moments notice again, I'm hoping this new tank is balanced and fun to play for tank players, and doesn't get hard countered by a majority of the roster (or just Sombra) and makes them unplayable.

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Okay, I think that's it. Idk if I'll add more once we see the full bp, probably not tbh I feel like it'll be redundant. I didn't talk about the gamemode or map changes cause I wanna see more about them before commenting about them.

For now tho, the gamemode looks interesting, I'll be happy to try it. I'm so glad they're doing more map changes, I hope along with them they add more seasonal variants to newer maps but I'll wait and see.

I can't believe I have to add this as well, but with how last szn trailer went I'm going to for the sake of my sanity and people who interact with this post;

**Please consider that these are all my opinions and thoughts after watching the s13 trailer and seeing photos on twt. Don't hate just because I don't agree with your opinion. You are entitled to your own opinions as I am to mine. I don't want to see any hate/targeted comments or dms this time.

I actively chose not to mention Venture in the main post because I already know doing so will attract people to make negative comments. I am aware they didn't get a skin, and I'm not expecting (but hoping) for them to get anything in the BP. Last time I made a post on a szn trailer and included Venture I had people being bigoted and disrespectful, and have since blocked them;

I will continue that notion for anyone who follows their footsteps, don't be negative or disrespectful to me or anyone active on this post. (Please feel free to comment/reblog your thoughts in a positive, non-abrasive way, don't not attack or out right reject others opinions for your own.) Thank you.**

#enderrambles #overwatch #overwatch 2 #widowmaker overwatch #mercy overwatch #venture overwatch

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self-ships-ahoy · 2 years ago

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My commentary in blue.

I posted 1,219 times in 2022

203 posts created (17%)

1,016 posts reblogged (83%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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The crew ^

I tagged 1,211 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#tfqueue - 152 posts

#➕ herr doktor - 142 posts - Some things never change.

#;others' ships - 132 posts

#;imagines - 101 posts

#;feelings - 100 posts

#💗 remote surgery - 90 posts

#delete later - 64 posts

#do not rb - 63 posts

#self ship - 57 posts

#💫 man of the stars - 54 posts - Sigma got 54 posts since I f/o'd him this year!

Longest Tag: 131 characters

#but recent developments show that there's a bunch of similarities between another past f/o and someone whom i'm considering adding:

Unfortunately I didn't f/o either of them (Optimus only becoming a crush f/o) 😅

My Top Posts in 2022:

Medic's young daughter quickly becomes intrigued by her father's work, as soon as she's able to look over the table. It becomes a common occurrence for her to watch him conduct his research, occasionally asking questions and learning more about biology and medicine. Medic is hoping this is a sign that she'll follow in his footsteps, but is happy enough that he has his daughter's company.

Close-ups and microscope reference under cut:

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Beach Episode!! I just had to take the excuse to draw Tech and Medic in vintage swimwear lol. Look at them, don't they make a cute couple?

Ref and tracing notes under the cut:

I very lightly traced the poses for size, but only used small parts of the woman's outline before adjusting the sketch for Tech's body shape. I also traced an angled shot of Medic's head, but that was edited as well.

54 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

Day 2: Formal

Another one for @dontneedadispenser's V-Day event. I almost didn't post it, but a few friends of mine made me feel better about it. Please accept my humble contribution. u///u 👉👈

This is my personal cliché scenario of going to a ball/gala, but I did also see Saxton Hale host these kinds of parties, so you could say this stuff is canon. Maybe one of them was nominated for a merc award and was invited to bring a few friends. And with the help of an anonymous "fairy godmerc", Technician was able to attend a fancy event for the first time in her life. Needless to say she took her secret admirer's breath away - just like she hoped she would.

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On this day last year, RED Medic and Technician tied the knot! What better way to celebrate than to make a picture based on the TF2 achievement color palette challenge! It's quite an achievement for sure, and perhaps one that more TF2 OC ships will get in the future.

Confetti source

68 notes - Posted August 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

When I say that the sound of my f/o's voice helped my mind and body settle down from overstimulation anxiety, I know the self ship community will understand.

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

The first 4 of my top posts are my techmedic art and I couldn't be happier with that fact. I'm also happy with the number 1 post cuz it was written with Medic in mind, and I'm glad other people can relate to what I experienced with him.

This was another great ship year with him and my other f/os, and with all my amazing friends here. Here's to more self shipping love and happiness next year!

#year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #self ship #;the nerd speaks

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swampgh0stt · 2 years ago

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XZero Week -- Sun & Moon

This one is smaller than I would like, but I originally hadn’t planned on doing it. I had my sights set on another prompt. Unfortunately, that fell through as time & inspiration for the piece just never came together.

I found inspiration for this just before bed & wanted to at least bang out my idea. So here’s a late submission!

When X thought of Zero, he thought of the Sun.

Many a time, he had heard the comparison for himself. The little blue reploid understood why, but he felt as though everyone sort of missed an opportunity in their comparisons. Yes, yes, he knew: Zero was rough around the edges. Despite his golden mane and bright colors, he was not quite what someone would think of when they thought sunshine. But that abrasive personality was exactly why X felt he was right with his own associations.

Didn’t they know? The Sun was always high in the sky, offering warmth and light to life around them. X wasn’t sure where he would be without Zero, but he knew he dreaded the thought of a life without him. He was strong and fierce, a protector that would gladly stand the line and defend what he believed in.

But just like the Sun, Zero scarcely let anyone close. X was privy to a side of the blonde reploid that no one else knew of: some secret side that others would argue didn’t exist. He felt special in that way, especially when he saw how others crumbled away in the wake of Zero’s light. A weak will would burn up if they dared venture too close to his passion, and X had seen it happen many times already.

But Zero was the light of his life. He kept X going, even if the blonde never quite realized it himself.

When Zero thought of X, he thought of the Moon.

And no, not because of his blue armor. He had noticed some human associations with the Moon: darkness and mystery. If someone approached it from that angle, Zero would agree that it didn’t seem very much like X. But it was the details they missed that made the blonde reploid realize-- In a purely night sky? X was the moon, guiding him on through the darkness. He could doubt himself, doubt his fight, but he could never doubt his beloved.

And like the Moon and her cycles, Zero knew X just the same. There was no mystery or question, only unwavering faith and love. He brought stability, even when the world seemed determined to entrench itself in chaos around them. Darkness crept in from every corner, threatening all that Zero fought so hard to protect. But X was always there to keep them going, to bring order once more.

They balanced each other out. One refused to go one without the other.

Where Zero was quick to slash and burn, X would always bring a softer approach. Both reploids knew they needed each other, in some unspoken understanding that continued to draw them toward each other. Even Sigma couldn’t break them apart, despite his many, many violent efforts to do so.

Because as the Sun and Moon continue to rise and fall and rise again, X and Zero would do the same.

#xzero #xzero week #xzeroweek2023 #maverick hunter x #megaman x #mega man x #rockman zero #megaman

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dairugger · 2 years ago

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1 and/or 18 and/or 22 for the choose violence ask game cute emoji

i'm indulging so you get answers for both aa and ze. thank you grace you know how i love to complain about shit being underrated

1 - the character everyone gets wrong

i'm deadly serious when i say i've never seen a diehard klavier fan who grasped his character as written in canon. his black-and-white sense of morality makes him SO disloyal and unintentionally leads to him having a lot of interesting flaws wrt how he perceives guilt and innocence, esp in situations like turnabout serenade. the game doesn't really go anywhere with it tho which i think is why people miss it. but i think it's a really underexplored character flaw of his and honestly a lot more interesting than "lonely because he's famous" lol

it's not that people are wrong about clover per se, but i feel it's pretty rare that she's given the same depth afforded a lot of other characters, despite the fact that she - along with her friendship with junpei - is like, the pivotal difference between a lot of the ends. clover figuring things out kind of changes the whole course of the game and i feel like she tends to be portrayed as either straightforwardly bubbly or, you know, axe end. which i feel does her a disservice as a genuinely kind, somewhat timid person who's terrified and in a desperate situation. i think her tendency in both games she's in to cling to and try to follow along with the one person she knows says a lot about her as a person

18 - it’s absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on…

apollo and ema have like the funniest workplace dynamic and the game does quite a bit to insinuate that they're friends by the end of aa4 and i like. never see content about this because it doesn't fit neatly into either "ship" or "siblings." like they're work besties this is such an essential type of relationship to have in your 20s and YET all the good work besties dynamics like this are SLEPT ON!!!! sorry i will take every opportunity i can get my hands on to spread this propaganda

for ze, the profound tragedy of alice's character and how much she was fucked over by vlr's nonary game in particular. everything that she lost and was taken from her and she got like.....no say at all in the retribution or the fight against that. alice is a character who's been through so much but i feel like she's rarely discussed in any actual depth. similarly to clover actually lol. but i feel like she's even less deeply explored in favor of the Cool Spy Girl angle which is such a shame because i feel like her story in particular fits in with a lot of the themes of vlr as like, how much akane has changed and how much she's willing to fuck over people in situations a lot like she once was in, as long as it's for the greater good

22 - your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

the great ace attorney

i think...it's less that people ignore them, but i think a lot of the "other" endings in zero escape are really interesting in terms of their implications after the credits roll. one thing i think about a lot is how akane escaped in a hope of two end but didn't come back for diana and sigma. and radical-6 never got out in that timeline, so akane technically achieved her goal, but she wouldn't even be able to be sure of that until that april. what was that like for her, to leave that place the sole survivor and wonder if this was really the best timeline? things like that really plague me but i don't see too much direct discussion of it

#i am not tagging this god bless #that would be a swinging the bat at the hornet's nest move #joshathan.txt #999 spoilers #vlr spoilers #ztd spoilers #long post

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halechief · 2 years ago

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T. BECKETT.

you are… different. not my usual type. for starters, you lack the insecurity that drew me to beck, the free-spiritedness that put love in my crosshairs. you are… breath-taking. awe-inspiring. you are the quite possibly the smartest person i’ve ever met (met? well. you’ll see.) and by god, you are… dangerous.

luckily for me, though, you are extremely google-able. no more hunting through finsta feeds (learnt that one off ellie) and no more trawling through facebook after facebook for the real you… i type your name into google, and you have a whole goddamn wikipedia. it’s safe to say that i am a fan.

look at me — are you proud? i’ve shed my skin. i’m a new yorker in dc — surely that’s some kind of oxymoron somewhere — no one ever leaves new york. but i did. for love. for you. for the total fucking knowledge that i am playing with fire, but you… you are the balm. i am free of that miserable podunk suburb, and i am ready. willing.

the office is quiet. studious. but alive. there are bulletins, posters, grubby pins handmade by the college intern i had to bump off the roster (sorry, tyler), and here i am!

allow me to introduce myself. tyler beckett. princeton alum. i am an amateur astronomer at heart, but working myself to the bone for the next great woman of the united states. i wear slacks, blazers, and never, ever worry myself with the do’s and don'ts of college life. i went to princeton, for god’s sake. debate team. sigma cum-whatever. i’ve worked on local elections before, but now — look at me, everyone! i’m in the big bucks. and despite how much i would truly hatetyler beckett, i think it’s a good fit.

i like to think you’ve gotten to know me too. through the coffees, and the emails, and the never-ending fucking onslaught of bureaucratic bullshit i have to wade through just to get in the same room with you (honestly, how do you do it? i know this is your playing field, but it is fucking exhausting. i am exhausted. but i am just a small cog in your big political machine.)

and… action.

“morning, ma'am.” you always say hi. because you are down-to-earth. because you weren’t born with this power, you’ve earned it. you are a regular joe, as it were. look at me. trying so hard in a not-trying type of way. i’m not like all those other princeton freaks — frankly, i couldn’t give a fuck about the political canvas of the city, but god, they’re practically licking your heels just to get the mere morsel of acceptance.

“can i ask you something?”

claire has turned toward him before the end of ma’am has finished humming through his lips, the beginning of a smile already beginning to curve her mouth, because she finds this to be important. not this, specifically, but the persona that she projects. the steadfastness of a leader, collected and calm, alongside warmth and approachability. it’s a hard balance to strike, and there are plenty of people that think she misses it ; but of those, more often than not there is a distinct line drawn between it being a product of her actions and it being a product of their own lack of respect. claire had begged for legitimacy for the better part of her life. now, she simply takes it or leaves it, depending on what the fact of it might do for her.

❝ of course. ❞ there’s a beat, in which she allows her posture to adjust. before, her head had merely turned on a swivel, the next purposeful step of her heel had stalled, a simple pause of trajectory. now, she angles toward him completely, her head falling to one side as her attention takes on a muted, pleasant ease, and she lets her fingers fall to graze the very edge of his desk. ❝ it’s . . . tyler, no? what can i do for you? ❞

#YOU CANT BE SERIOUSSSSSs #THIS IS GOING TO SEND ME OVER THE FUCKING EDGEEEE #haethcliffs #also private knowledge for me that wuthering heights used to be a favorite book of claires... and that is making me so amused #anyways #this will be the worst thing ever

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pellucid-constellations · 3 years ago

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If It Were Summer

Pairing: College!Bucky x reader

Summary: You met Bucky in Italy—a summer abroad with sweet gelato and even sweeter words. You never thought you’d see him again, and you were right. Because the Bucky at this frat party, the one with the smirk and the wandering eyes, was nothing like the one you knew. That didn’t mean he wasn’t still completely in love with you.

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: Frat!Bucky is a jerk, a wistful summer romance, angst, minor physical violence and gross men (not Bucky), mentions of alcohol

a/n: This is for @barnesafterglow‘s 1k writing challenge!! Inspired by the prompt: “and i was right there beside him all summer long, and then the time we woke up to find that summer gone”. I love you Tiff, congrats!! 🤍🤍

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It was bad enough that Wanda had dragged you to this thing.

Your sweater was hanging off of your shoulder at a weird angle, unwilling to sit straight on your body as people rammed into you every twenty seconds. The cup in your hand was smashed and dripping as you clutched it tightly between tense fingers; you had yet to even take a single sip. Your skin was sticky with sweat and spilled alcohol and your head was pounding with the bass of the speakers and you were alone in a room of dozens instead of tucked into bed a few miles away.

All of that was bad, but the worst part was that he was here.

James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky. Buck, as Steve liked to call him. President of Sigma Epsilon—possibly the douchiest frat on campus—and infamous for sleeping with any girl that batted her eyes at him the right way.

Or, as you knew him before the start of senior year, Bucky from Brooklyn.

When you caught his eye at this stupid party in a room full of people you had never met, however, he certainly didn’t look like Bucky from Brooklyn. No, that Bucky was sweet and let his head fall back when he laughed. He cupped your face in his hands when you smiled and kissed you until your lips went numb. His touches were gentle and his words were adoring and he was everything that this Bucky could never be.

You weren’t surprised that you hadn’t met him until last summer; even though you’d been going to this school for the past three years, your circle was small and it had nothing to do with fraternities. It wasn’t until Wanda, Alpha Phi extraordinaire, replied to your roommate posting that you were finally exposed to the wonderful world of Greek life. And thus, exposed to the real ‘Bucky from Brooklyn’ that you just about fell in love with on your study abroad program last summer.

And what a summer that had been.

You could still taste the wisps of sunshine and citrus when you thought about it—still feel the warm breeze that flitted through linen and caressed under clothes on sandy beaches. You could still feel Bucky’s touch as he held you, live music on the street flowing through swaying bodies and lighting up cobblestone roads. And you could still remember the way he sounded when he told you he might love you if you were anywhere else, the words a reminder that a summer fling was just that—a fling.

The words were necessary though; they helped you come to terms with the fact that you would never see Bucky again. Until tonight, his arm wrapped around another girl the same way he had held you, his lips nearly always touching the rim of his red solo cup.

He hadn’t even reacted when you locked eyes.

Which simply affirmed the thoughts that lingered in the back of your mind the second you saw him by the beer pong table: Bucky Barnes would never have given you a second glance if you met under any other circumstances. If you met in a lecture hall, he would have asked you for homework and ghosted you right after. If you bumped into him on campus, he would have cursed you out for spilling his coffee. If you had tried to get into this party without Wanda, you would have been turned away at the door.

But with the backdrop of the Italian countryside, Bucky Barnes had fallen into the illusion that your sweaters and your early nights were somehow desirable. Well—a frat party was certainly not the Italian countryside, and Bucky was certainly not looking at you the same way he had a few weeks ago.

“Hey, bitch!” Wanda slurred, a boisterous arm thrown over your shoulders. “You look so… stiff. I think we gotta fix that!” she sang out. Her cup pressed to your lips. “Drink! I promise I’ll buy you breakfast in the morning.”

The smile you offered her was more of a grimace, but she was too drunk to notice as you pushed the cup away. “I’m already drunk,” you lied, yelling over the music.

“Whose trunk?”

“No, I said I’m already drunk.”

She giggled, gripping your chin in her hand and pressing your cheeks together. “You’re so cute. Like a little baby.” And then she was gone, lost in the crowd and living for it.

You could feel his eyes on you again. You were leaned against the far wall of the living room and probably looked as miserable as you felt, and he wouldn’t stop stealing glances. Which just made it worse because why wouldn’t he just come and talk to you.

Silly question. You knew why.

Wanda had given you the rundown of the Sigma Epsilon guys on the uber ride over. None of them stood out until she mentioned Bucky, and then your heart fractured a little because Bucky couldn’t be that common of a name.

“Bucky Barnes,” she had said, eyes wide and accusing, even when he wasn’t there to defend himself. “Stay away from that one. Literally the biggest jerk I’ve ever met. Can’t keep a girlfriend and doesn’t want to keep a girlfriend. He’s made like all of friends cry. And that’s after he’s slept with them of course.”

But he had kept a girlfriend. You. Last summer. And he had made you feel a type of serenity you thought didn’t exist; he touched you as if you were precious and he looked at you as if you held the world.

And now, he was acting like you were just another stranger at a party.

You dropped your gaze down to the amber liquid rolling around in your dented cup. You had one arm crossed around your middle and the other one creating the distraction—Bucky would send you a look from over the rim of his cup, you would pretend the alcohol spinning in circles was the most interesting thing in the room.

This was stupid. You should just leave, but you didn’t want to abandon Wanda. She was a lot to handle, but she was a good friend and she was trying really hard to help you put yourself out there—something you admitted you were trying to do this school year.

It was just unfortunate that the first frat party you went to was a glaring reminder of your epic, summer romance. And not in a good way.

You pushed yourself off of the wall and set out to find your roommate. You’d tell her what was going on and she would be more than understanding; she was the one warning you to stay away from Bucky in the first place. She probably wouldn’t comprehend a single word that came out of your mouth right now, but you’d have the conversation again over brunch.

Shoulders and elbows pressed you into the crowd, the music blaring and disorienting as you peaked over heads to find Wanda. People stepped on your shoes and brushed against your back until you finally broke free of them and found yourself at the base of the stairs—the epicenter of making out, apparently.

You weren’t sure if these people all knew each other or if they partnered up based on their intoxication level, but you knew you wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. But as there was a chance Wanda had gone upstairs, you gripped the handrail and tried to sidestep the couple on the first step.

You didn’t make it far; a firm hand on your bicep had you yanked back down before you could even find the stability to take another step. Your back found a biting pain in the wall you were slammed against and the breath on your neck was jarring and unwanted.

“You’re new,” the breath puffed out. “I saw you come in with that Aphi girl. You wanna tell me where you’ve been all these years?”

You pushed against the man, forearms jutting out at his chest. “Get off of me.”

“Aw, where’s the fun in that? You come to a frat party and you don’t even wanna make a few friends?”

“I said get off,” you grunted. Your arms were now adorned with his fingers as he wrapped them around you; your back was pressed further into the wall. “Seriously, I’m not interested. Leave me alone.”

He laughed, the scent of alcohol burning your nose. “I like a challenge.”

You were a second away from raising your knee up to make a quick getaway, when the frat guy towering over you was thrown to the ground. He stumbled, shoulder forced harshly into hardwood until his stupid, screen printed t-shirt was flat against the ground. His cup went flying shortly after, the clear liquid soaking into his jeans.

“You really think you’re hot shit, don’t you, Todd?”

You didn’t think you’d ever hear that voice again—the one with the raspy edge and the boyish charm that made your chest feel tight. The voice that told you you were beautiful under the twinkling lights at that winery you got too drunk at. The whisper that held a weight you weren’t prepared to carry, lips pressed close to your ear until the pressure was purposeful.

“Get the fuck up, man. I’m not playing around.” The voice was more harsh than you remembered it to be; it was cruel and uninviting and it wasn’t there for your comfort. “Yeah, stand up and get out.”

Bucky.

When you were finally able to tear your gaze away from the struggling form on the ground, it was Bucky that stood there, seething and tense. The man behind the voice.

“What the hell is your problem, Bucky?” Todd, you figured, grumbled. His hand was pressed up against his nose, the bruise already forming from its smack against the ground.

Bucky’s jaw ticked. He hadn’t looked at you yet. “You’re my problem. Get out before I call Steve over and tell him what you were doing.”

“Really? Steve? What, you gotta crush on this chick or somethin’? Since when did you become Mr. Moral Compass?”

A chair shuffled against cheap carpet. A cabinet in the kitchen creaked. Removing your eyes from the side of Bucky’s face, you noticed that most of the room—if not all—was transfixed on the scene by the stairs.

Bucky wasn’t aware yet, too angry and zeroed in on the man hobbling up from the floor. You didn’t even think he’d noticed that his drink was on the ground, liquid filling in wooden crevices. He only snapped his eyes up when a small sound escaped the back of your throat; he looked around and took in the scene—the attention.

“She your girl, Barnes?”

A beat, and then, “‘Course she’s not my girl. The hell are you going on about?”

It shouldn’t hurt this much. You hadn’t even expected to get within ten feet of Bucky at this party, so it shouldn’t hurt that he wouldn’t look at you and that he spit those words out with such disgust. But your chest burned at the fire in his tone, the way his lips formed the sentiment creating an uncomfortable heat that would take years to tame.

Because those lips had been on you. They had kissed the warmth from your cheeks by the window of the too-small hotel room in Venice. They pressed to yours in a sticky mess of gelato and giggles on a beach you forgot the name of. Those lips that acted as if they didn’t know you had worshiped you on foreign sheets and in between back alley walls. They made promises lost between breaths that you would only find again when you were old and gray, like whispers thrown down a tunnel of memories.

So yeah—it hurt.

“Then why’re you on my ass about her?”

You had almost forgotten that you were there; so lost in the memory of the Bucky you had known, you had removed yourself from the one standing directly in front of you. He had shifted in your dissociation, blocking you from Todd’s view and causing you to blink at his back.

You watched his shoulders tense as he replied, “I’m not on your ass about anything other than us getting suspended. You go around flinging yourself at chicks and we’re gonna get reported.”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Todd laughed, slumping against the far wall with a drunken smile. “You’ve never been pissed about that shit. You just don’t wanna admit that the great Bucky Barnes is finally whipped.”

“I’m not into her. I don’t even know her.”

“So it’d be cool if I took her upstairs then? Asked her what was under that pretty sweater?”

“You better stop fucking talking,” Bucky spit out, hand twitching in a way that made you suck in a breath. You held it there, letting the pressure build as Bucky ran the hand down his face and shot out, “Just get out. I’m not gonna ask again.”

“That didn’t really seem like an answer—”

Bucky cut him off with a grunt. “Yeah, Todd, go ahead and take her upstairs. But do it when we're not throwing the biggest party of the year. I have no idea who this chick is and I don’t really give a damn what you two do, but I do care about the frat, got it?” You released the breath with shaky lungs, lip quivering unwillingly. “Just good fucking luck getting anywhere near her when she’s dressed like that.”

The dam broke.

Everyone that was watching the scene before grew disinterested as the tears made an appearance in your waterline; no one wants to watch a drunk girl cry, even if you weren’t actually drunk. That, and apparently Bucky had reached his ‘asshole quota’ and they were all satisfied by his response. Bucky would never like a girl like you anyway. That much was painfully obvious.

In an attempt to save yourself from any more embarrassment, you slid against the wall and made a beeline for the front door. Bucky caught your wrist before you could even get a foot away, and you were just about over people grabbing you tonight.

You wrenched yourself from his grip. “Don’t touch me. And get the fuck away from me.”

“Y/n—” he began, but the sound curdled in your veins.

“Thought you didn’t know me,” you seethed, cheeks glistening under the red lights of the room. “Thought I was just some prude threatening your party.”

“It’s not like that—where are you even going?”

“Home,” you simply replied, your shoulder harshly pressing into his chest as you brushed past him.

“You shouldn’t drive. You’ve been—”

“I don’t really think you get a say in anything I do.”

“Will you stop cutting me off? Just hang on and lemme—”

You found yourself in his grip for the second time that night, his arm wrapped around your stomach, his strength raising you off of the ground just enough to not let you walk on your own. You pushed at his forearm in a futile attempt to press away from him, but you’d been in this position before and knew you were stuck. He’d done it at that museum you refused to leave last month, a teasing remark about wanting you in bed lingering in your hair.

Now, he was lifting you off of the ground to maneuver you through a crowded, sweaty party. And people saw. You knew it, he knew it, and yet, he didn’t stop until he reached the front door and politely asked the girl leaning against it to please move out of the way. She threw you an odd look and then threw another one at Bucky, but Bucky only offered her a charming smile.

She would definitely be telling her friends about this.

The door creaked and the tears on your face stung with the frigid temperature outside and you began kicking your legs because being outside meant more chances to get away from Bucky. He held you firmly to his chest with ease anyway, only grunting a little when one of your kicks connected with his shin.

“Let me go,” you struggled. “I was trying to leave, anyway. You didn’t need to throw me out of your stupid party.”

Bucky paused, letting your feet finally meet the grass by the oak tree in the lawn. “Throw you out? I wasn’t tryna throw you out, sweetheart. I’ve been tryna talk to you all night.”

You whipped around in his arms, pushing against his chest until your back audibly met bark. “What are you talking about—’trying to talk to me all night’. Is that what you call pretending that I don’t exist and then humiliating me in front of all those people?”

“I’ve been looking at you all night! Every time I tried to get you to go upstairs you looked back down at your damned cup. Every time.”

You couldn’t believe his idiocy. It was as if coming back home had sucked all of the common sense from his body, as if just living in this frat house made his IQ drop.

“And, please tell me Bucky, why would I want to go anywhere with you when you had some girl hanging off of you all night? After you haven’t called me a single time since we got back home?” you posed, head cocked to the side in a cruel sort of anger.

Bucky scoffed. “You’re the one that broke up with me. Remember that?”

You blinked, hard. Words escaped you, throat dry and mouth agape. “No, I didn’t.”

A long pause.

“What?”

“I didn’t break up with you. I called you. Multiple times since I got back to campus.”

“No, you did,” Bucky whispered, like it burned his tongue. “You did. Because I never would’ve—I mean, I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

You bit into the skin of your bottom lip, your dried tears a sour taste in your mouth. Of course you hadn’t broken up with Bucky. You left the program early for family reasons, but you never broke up with Bucky. He was the one that ignored your calls—the one that practically cemented the end of your relationship with his parting words.

“I wish we would’ve met another way.”

Because meeting you in Italy made you a different person, apparently.

“I’m aware,” you countered, the sarcasm not quite as prevalent as you had hoped. “Look, Bucky, I get it, okay? You’re some big man on campus with a frat and a reputation and I just don’t fit into that. I didn’t mean to encroach on your space or whatever. I’ve never even been to a frat before this one and I can promise you, I won’t be back. So I’ll leave and you can go in there and tell all your friends about the crazy chick that wouldn’t put out and keep on pretending that I don’t exist.”

Bucky didn’t move an inch, feet rooted in the unkempt grass of the lawn. The song changed inside, something much louder, more bass. You spared him a glance from the corner of your eye, and were met with the posture of a broken man. Not what you were expecting. You uncrossed your arms.

“I didn’t get any calls. I checked as soon as you got back to the states. Every day, actually,” he admitted.

“Well—” you began, lost in the awkwardness of the night air. “I called you. Not that it matters. You’ve made your opinion of me quite clear. I’m not really sure why we’re dragging this out.”

“Because I miss you,” he said, clearer than anything else tonight. “Because I thought you broke up with me and I didn’t want those guys in there to know who you were when you weren’t already mine.”

“I was yours.”

Bucky lost his breath behind an anguished shake of his head. “You still are. Always gonna be.”

You pushed yourself up from the tree, facing Bucky head on for the first time since Italy. “I’m not sure what happened after I went home—what… assumptions and decisions you made. But I’m not going to be a secret you keep for your reputation. This guy—” you raised your hands, tracking over his body “—this Bucky that’s already danced with three girls since I got here and acted like he didn’t know me? He’s not the same one that I met over the summer.

“This Bucky is going to ask me to sneak up the stairs so no one sees me just so we can hook up in his bedroom. He’s not the one that knocked on my door every morning for a week straight just so I’d talk to him. And it’s fine. It was a summer fling, right? But this isn’t the life I want. There’s a reason I’ve avoided these things for so long.”

“What are ‘these things’?” He spoke with an uncomfortable rasp to his voice, like somehow you were the one that was hurting him.

“You. This party. All of it. I’m not really interested in a constant back and forth relationship where you tell me you love me and then blow me off the next day.”

“I didn’t get any of your calls,” he repeated. “Must’ve dropped since they were international.”

“I heard you the first time.”

“No—you didn’t. I didn’t get any of your calls and I miss you. I thought you broke up with me.”

Bucky took a step forward, and then another, until he was close enough that you could feel the warmth emanating from his body. He still smelled like how you remembered—like bergamot and a hint of citrus. No alcohol. You flickered your eyes up to his in confusion and desperate for something, maybe comfort, and were met with an intense gaze that sent you nerve endings into a frenzy.

And it clicked. He looked at you like that back then—last month. Like he wanted to kiss you so bad that he ached for it. Like you were an answer to something he didn’t even know he was questioning, a home in a place so far from everything he had known. And you weren’t in Italy this time; Bucky was looking at you like this at home, and he still smelled the same.

“But you said—I don’t understand, because you said…”

Bucky finally touched you in a way you remembered, delicately tipping your face up with his finger curled under your chin. “What did I say?” he asked, low and adoring, willing to give you anything. “Because, sweetheart, whatever it was, I can promise you I didn’t mean it like that. You’re all I’ve thought about since you sat next to me on our flight back in May. Can’t get you outta my head.”

“When I was leaving you said you wished you met me in a different way. Like you—like you didn’t want me once we got back here. And I thought I was looking into it wrong but then you didn’t answer the phone so I knew I was right.” You let the words tumble from your lips when you promised you never would, but Bucky was looking at you like he used to, and you couldn't seem to help yourself.

Bucky’s fingers traced your jaw, moving softly against your skin before trailing up to get lost in your hair. He cupped your cheek in his palm, relishing in the feel of you, committing the act to memory. He tutted to himself, furrowing his brows with a shake of his head.

“I meant that I wish I’d met you sooner, like at school. I’m a business major, sweetheart—terrible with words.”

You almost laughed. “But you never called me.”

His thumb brushed against dried tears. “I was waiting for your call. I don’t know if you know this, but you’re kinda too good for me. Thought you might’ve figured that out once you got back home.”

“But then inside—” you continued, almost gasping for breath when Bucky’s other hand came up to fully encase your features. You weren’t even sure if he was listening to you, his eyes soft as he took you in, as if you were the most important thing he’s held in his hands. “—inside you told all those people you didn’t know me. You were cruel and everyone was looking at me like I was pathetic.”

“I know, sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he shushed, head dipped down to reach your eyes. “I never woulda done that if I’d known you were still mine. I was just trying to get that asshole away from you.”

You shook your head, still unconvinced. “I told you I’m not going to be a secret. You already announced that you want nothing to do with me so I’m not really sure about this—”

Bucky pulled away and tugged at your wrist in one fluid movement, yanking you over the roots of the oak tree until you were securely in front of him. He propelled you forward despite your protests, hands on your waist in a fond grip that sent a comfortable shiver down your spine.

He reached over your shoulder and flung the front door open, pushing you back into the mass of bodies and alcohol until you were in a more open area. His hands never left your waist as he glanced around the room, and you were suddenly very afraid that Bucky planned on fixing his mistake now. In the middle of this party.

“Bucky,” you hissed, already sensing eyes on you. “Bucky, this is not what I meant.”

“I got this, sweetheart. Don’t even worry about it,” he spoke by your ear, determination and a smile trickling past bumping music.

“I wasn’t worried. I think an apology and a few days of groveling would—”

“Hey! Todd!”

If the party wasn’t already boiling, the warmth seeping into your cheeks would have been enough to fight off any leftover chill from the fall air outside. Todd whipped around with wide eyes, clearly afraid that his assault from earlier wasn’t finished. And in a way, it wasn’t.

Bucky tugged your back closer to his chest, shouting over your head until the group by the kitchen was looking as well. “This is my girl, got it? So you stay the fuck away from her or I’ll beat your ass next time.”

Todd’s eyes shot down to you before flitting back up to Bucky in a fearful kind of frenzy. He was obviously just teasing before, but the fact that he had actually messed with his fraternity president’s girl made him visibly pale; they had just stopped hazing him as a pledge.

“Okay, man. My bad.” He looked like he might throw up.

“Good,” Bucky affirmed, and he didn’t even acknowledge the other eyes around the room—the ones accompanied by raised brows and open mouths.

He simply turned you around in his hands, dropped his forehead to yours, and kissed you.

As if it were summer.

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starryeyedmunson · 3 years ago

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ecstasy - b.b.

pairing: frat boy!bucky x sorority fem!reader

summary: the best fraternity on campus is hosting a party before the most anticipated rave of the season, and it’s all pioneered by social chair Bucky Barnes. and when you’re in college, you want to live life to the fullest, right? and what is more of living life to the fullest than having the most memorable night of your college career with the Bucky Barnes?

warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut so please do not read if you are underage! unprotected sex, pet names (baby, doll, sweets, darlin’), drug use (MDMA, please test all of your drugs), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, nudity, choking, PDA, alcohol use, please let me know if there are more

**this is meant to be consensual, but please know that if people are under the influence they are not in the right headspace to consent!!

word count: 4.8k

a/n: haven’t written in a while so there’s that, but i also have never written smut before so take it easy on ya girl. bucky just seems like a sigma chi, don’t ask why. also PLEASE for the love of god, this is not glorifying drug use. please only do what you feel safe doing! for molly, please remember to stay hydrated and drink lots of water throughout the night, the high lasts for around 4 hours, and if you’ve never rolled before i suggest only taking one point! the come up affects everyone differently, so i just wrote about my own experience. ALWAYS TEST YOUR DRUGS AND STAY SAFE ILY. also i thought the weeknd was the perfect vibe for this type of fic, and i highly suggest listening to either trilogy, starboy, or kissland while reading. if any of you have ever done molly, you’d get what i’m talking about. anyways, hope you enjoy!

dedicated to the lovely @sagechanoafterdark , because I love her blog so much.

*not beta read*

Tonight was the night.

As you finished your last touches of mascara, The Weeknd played at the perfect volume from your speaker in your sorority house’s common room. As you sat on the living room floor looking at your reflection in the ring light mirror, your beloved roommate, Natasha, slid across the hardwood floor in front of you. She looked stunning, her straight red hair that framed her face perfectly contrasting her all-black set. The baby tee she had on with the black mini skirt accentuated her body perfectly, and as she posed for you, you gave her a holler.

“Do we like?” she asked, as if she couldn’t already tell the answer with your screams.

“Are you kidding? You look fantastic, Nat,” you scoffed. She smiled back at you as you looked back in the mirror to check your makeup one last time.

“Which set are you going to wear?” she inquired, jumping over the back of the couch to sit in front of the coffee table on which your entire makeup collection was spread out.

“I think I’m going to go with the pink rave set,” you said, beginning to stand from your criss-crossed position on the floor.

“Oh, thank God, the Sigma Chis are going to eat that up, especially that hot social chair they have,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. You rolled your eyes as you walked down the hall towards your room in your oversized sweatshirt and black fishnet tights. She wasn’t technically wrong, the entire reason you were going to the fraternity house was to see the famous social chair, Bucky Barnes. God, was he a sight for sore eyes. As you entered your closet and pulled out the pink and black triangle top and matching high-waisted underwear-styled bottoms, you wondered if you would see him tonight. Would he know who you are? Of course he would, his best friend was hooking up with your best friend. Would he like what you’re wearing? You hoped so, but it didn’t really matter; once the set was on you felt sexy regardless. As you turned to various angles and looked at your figure in the mirror, you thought that there was no way you wouldn’t get his attention. Maybe he’d even ask for your name this time.

You couldn’t help yourself from smiling in the mirror as you adjusted the outfit to lay perfectly on your body, and you practically skipped to your bathroom to put your hair in high pigtails; you were going to a rave after all. Once the last stray hair was gelled into place, you grabbed your white chunky shoes, threw them on, then bounded back down the hallway to meet Nat.

“Holy shit!” she yelled as she turned around to see you. “Who the fuck are you and what have you done with my best friend?” You laughed and spun around while Natasha gave you sounds of approval.

“Alright, alright. We have to go, where’s Wanda?”

“She’s already at the house with Vis, she told us to come now around 30 minutes ago” Nat responded.

“Okay, perfect. Fashionably late,” you said, grabbing your phone, wallet, and key card so you could get back into the sorority house later that night. As you headed towards the door, Natasha followed you until you spun around, causing her to bump into your frame.

“Bitch, walk,” she said, fixing her hair after running into your chest.

“Wait, do you have the–”

“Molly? No, I actually threw it away, Y/N,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. You rolled your eyes and raised your hand to smack her, to which she didn’t even bat an eye.

“That really never gets you, huh,” you asked. You had never been able to scare Natasha, and at times you wondered if she had trained herself to never be startled by anything.

“Nothing does, I’m Russian,” she said casually. You let out a laugh and walked out to the porch of the sorority house with Nat close behind.

“Nat! Y/N! Over here!” You heard a girl’s voice you recognized as Wanda’s once you walked into the lively fraternity house. Thankfully there weren’t too many people there yet, as you, Wanda, and Nat always got the special pre-party invites. As you and Nat made your way over to your third musketeer, you looked around for your little crush. Slightly disappointed, he was nowhere to be found, but your smile returned when Wanda dramatically flung her back to the wall, basking in Natasha’s and your appearances. “It is both totally not fair and totally fair that I have the hottest friends in the world.”

“Feeling’s mutual, Wan,” Nat chuckled. “Vis, how are we?”

“Exceptional, Natasha. You and Y/N both look lovely,” Vision responded. You smiled in his direction and began conversing with the three of them until a tall, blonde haired boy came up behind Natasha.

“Well, well, well,” the boy began, “the lovely ladies of Chi Omega.” Natasha looked up behind her and instantly burst into a smile.

“Hey, Stevie,” she said, and you laughed. You had never seen her break her intimidating façade for anyone besides her close friends, but when it came to Steve Rogers, she was a different person. She batted her eyelashes as Steve pulled her in for a quick kiss, then said hello to everyone around.

“Ugh, Jesus. Gross,” a voice yelled from across the room. As you had hoped, a certain blue-eyed, smirking boy had begun striding over to where you were standing with your friends. His swagger when he walked was unmistakable, his messy hair paired with that sly smirk giving him the perfect boyish look that made him irresistible. You had to regulate your breathing and remember to keep your mouth from hanging open as he approached, two red solo cups in hand. “No couple shit tonight, strictly raving.”

“Shut up, Buck,” Steve laughed as he gave Nat another kiss. Bucky rolled his eyes and looked over to Wanda and Vision, glossing over you as if you weren’t even there. The slight pang of disappointment stung your chest, but you concealed your feelings with ease. Bucky handed them the cups with a dashing smile, then finally turned back to Steve and Natasha.

“You guys want anything?” he asked.

“No thanks, buddy. Natasha, Y/N?” Steve answered, gesturing to the two of us who had returned to standing next to each other.

“No drinking for us, it’s an MDMA kind of night,” you responded. Bucky finally looked over at you, and you swore you saw his eyes widen.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Steve said, but Bucky’s eyes never left your face. You felt a slight blush creep up to your face as his eyes flitted around your body, suddenly feeling a bit insecure about your lack of clothing.

“Excuse me, Rogers, but where have you been hiding your girlfriend’s dime of a friend here?” Bucky asked, eyes only looking to Steve for a half second before returning to your face. His smirk had returned, and he licked his lips ever so slightly, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“You don’t know Y/N? This is Nat’s best friend, I thought you knew her,” Steve said sincerely.

“Well of course I’ve seen her around, I just didn’t know you knew her,” Bucky shrugged. He gave you a wink before being summoned by one of the pledges to give another task. The party had grown tremendously in size given that the party buses would be picking everyone up in the coming minutes, but you kept your eyes trained on Bucky’s retreating figure through the maze of people. Nat smacked your arm to get you out of your trance, and you suddenly looked around to find all of your friend’s smirking and borderline laughing at you. You awkwardly chuckled, still too caught up in the fact that the Bucky Barnes had called you a dime.

“Alright, are we taking this or what?” Natasha asked, an excited smile on her face. You were so caught up in Bucky you had almost forgotten about the party favors of the night. You nodded your head vigorously as she pulled out the dime bags, each with two points of molly in them. You reached for one of the bags, opened it, and took out one of the points, popping it in your mouth. You grabbed a water bottle from the counter nearest you and took a quick swig, downing both the water and the pill before handing the bottle to Nat who had done the same. Wanda and Vis were now on their second cup of jungle juice, and they laughed at the both you who had begun smiling intensely at each other. Steve had taken his as well, and he left to go check on the status of the buses. All of a sudden, there was a loud yell.

“Buses are here!” the voice exclaimed, and suddenly everyone was pushing each other to get out of the house and onto the vehicles.

“Popped yet, doll?” A voice from behind said, and you turned around to see none other than Bucky Barnes smiling down at you.

“Yeah we just did our first, are you taking it as well?” you asked. When have you ever talked like that? This kid was making you nervous.

He chuckled, “So proper, but yes I have. Be on my bus, will ya?” he asked, extending his hand for you to take. You smiled sheepishly and put your hand in his, also linking with Natasha while he led you to the first bus out of the four parked outside. You made your way up the steps and into the bus, sitting by Natasha as Steve and Bucky waited at the door to count the people heading onto the bus.

“He seems to like you,” Nat said with a hint of mischief in her tone.

“He does not, he doesn’t even know me,” you defended, but a part of you wanted her to be right. You looked back towards the entrance to find Steve and Bucky in conversation as they walked back to where you and Nat were sitting. Steve sat next to Natasha and Bucky took the seat on the other side of you, smiling as he sat down. And with this, the night began.

As you hopped off the bus, you began to feel the effects of the molly. The come up had occurred during the bus ride, and your anxiousness caused Bucky to wrap his arm around you and comfort you. It almost took your mind completely off of the come up, but you still felt a bit uneasy even with the hottest Sigma Chi holding you. But as you walked towards the door, everything around you was amplified. The color of the world was in full saturation, and you couldn’t wait to get inside the venue to dance around. You bounced up and down as you waited for the security to scan your ticket, and when you walked inside you were instantly met with colored lights and blaring EDM music. Senses on overdrive, you smiled until it hurt as you impatiently waited for your friends to get inside. First walked in a completely hammered Wanda and Vision, followed by an equally excited and rolling Steve and Natasha. The second the molly hit, those two were all over each other. They almost didn’t see you until you yelled at them to come towards you.

“Where’s Bucky?” you asked excitedly. Natasha stared at you and shrugged, too enamored with Steve to answer your question.

“Let’s go inside more!” Steve yelled over the noise, and all thoughts of Bucky were gone. He dragged you and Nat into the crowd, and you were in heaven. As the synth noises and electric bass played, you jumped around and smiled with your friends. Bodies touching, you, Wanda, and Natasha laughed and moved with the music. At points Steve and Vis would get a tad jealous, but you and your best friends paid them no mind as you fell into ecstasy.

“I feel like I’m flying!” you said, breathing heavily as you looked up to the ceiling to take in all of the lights. They danced around in your vision and you fell in love with the visuals, reaching up to the sky as if you could feel the energy pouring down on you.

“Look, Bucky!” Natasha’s voice pulled you from your peak as you looked to where she was pointing. A little ways away in the crowd, you could see Bucky also riding his high, and the urge to run over to him overcame you as you pushed through the crowd just to feel his touch. You extended your hand and took his in yours, making him look at you.

“Oh, doll, I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug as if your bodies couldn’t get any closer together. You giggled and pulled away, beaming up at him as he cupped your face in his hands. “Have you taken your second?”

“Not yet, have you? I’m going to do it right now because I want to!” you said in a rush. You fished into your wallet to pull out the dime bag from before, popped the pill, and drank the rest of your water bottle you had from the fraternity house. He laughed down at you, also taking his second pill and finishing his own water. “How have we never talked before?” you asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“I have no idea, sweets. But I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else right now,” he said. His blue eyes bore into yours, and all of a sudden it was just you two with no one else around. The lights illuminating his face made him look ethereal, and you could tell there was a connection between the two of you with the way his eyes bounced around your face. Both of your breathing was erratic as you felt the second peak coming, and as the crowd pushed you around you felt your faces getting closer and closer.

“Guys!”

You snapped around to find a loose-eyed Wanda moving towards you, a sloppy grin on her face. “There you two are! Steve and Nat are n-nowhere to be found, they’re probably s-sucking each other off or something” she hiccupped out. Vis was behind her, and the three of you laughed at her unkempt disposition. The music sucked you back in as you faced the dj stand, the second peak finally hitting you at full force. The sounds engulfed your entire body as you let your head fall back, breathing heavily. The smile crept back onto your face as you felt every light, every soundwave entering through your pores, energizing you and filling you with utmost happiness. You almost didn’t notice the pair of hands that had snuck around your waist and wrapped around your midsection. You rested your hands on the unfamiliar ones, and you turned around to be met with a peaking Bucky Barnes. His pupils were blown as he looked above you at the visuals playing behind the dj, then he looked down at you with the same dopey smile you also had on your face. A split second passed, but that was all the confirmation you needed. His lips were on yours in a fervent kiss as your hands flew to his hair, pulling and tugging like your life depended on it. A cheer from Wanda was drowned out by the music, but both you and Bucky were too enamored with each other to notice anything else except each other. His hands pushed your lower back closer to his body as his lips crashed into yours over and over. The sloppy, wetness of the kissing was the perfect sensory feeling for your rolling mind to comprehend, and your arms wrapped around his neck in an effort to pull him impossibly closer to you.

Both of you breathlessly pulled away and said in unison: “Let’s go.” Suddenly, you were both somehow dragging each other through the crowd and out into the parking lot of the venue, where Bucky fumbled with his phone to call a car to pick you guys up. The coldness of the night was ineffective on your hot body, and you outstretched your arms and spun in circles as Bucky looked up at you. He couldn’t understand how a girl so perfect slipped his view before, but he was feeling lucky to have met you now. Maybe it was just the molly talking, and it probably was, but he felt like he never wanted to leave your side. As you smiled and spun and looked at the sky, he could feel your energy radiating from you and entering him, causing him to smile widely at the sight of your kid-ish demeanor. After a couple minutes, the car pulled up and you both got in, Bucky opening the door for you then moving to his own side. Even on molly, the kid was still a gentleman.

The car began moving, and at that point you two couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. His lips easily found yours again, cupping your face like he had done earlier in the night. You unbuckled yourself and slid over to his side of the car, putting your hand on the back of his neck and dragging your nails all the way to the front. He let out a sigh as he also released himself from the seat buckle, shifting his body so he could more easily face you. His hand moved down to your neck, putting slight pressure until you practically moaned for more. As you moved your hands to his hair, he pulled away from your lips only to reattach them to your neck, sucking hard as if to mark his territory for the next couple of days. Your head fell back as you sighed in pleasure, your breathing becoming more erratic as he continued his heated pursuit of your skin. With each mark he left, he soothed the area with his tongue and placed light yet heated kisses around the area before moving to a different part of your neck, until he finally moved up to your earlobe. He took the supple skin in his mouth and sucked lightly, letting his tongue run along the bottom edge of your ear to which you hummed in pure ecstasy. Your hand moved from his hair down his chest until it rested on his belt buckle. You began to fumble with the metal clip until he put his hand over yours. “Not yet, darlin’, we’re so close to the house. Wanna please you the proper way,” he whispered into your ear before giving it another light kiss and pulling away. You smiled at him and laid back on the seat. You had almost forgotten that you had taken a second point of molly, but you felt the familiar anxiety creeping up on you. You pushed yourself up a little bit and straightened yourself out, fiddling with your thumbs as you looked out the window.

“I feel it too, doll. It’ll be over in 15 minutes, tops,” Bucky said next to you, placing his hand over yours. You smiled and looked at him, then turned back to the window. A little while later, the car had pulled up to the Sigma Chi house, and Bucky helped you out of the car. You were still feeling a little uneasy, so once you got inside he grabbed you both a bottle of water and he led you up the stairs. You practically downed the water by the time you had reached his door, and you held the empty bottle in your hand as he opened the way to his room. “Sorry, it’s a little messy in here,” he said sheepishly.

It was not.

It was pristine, with the exception of a sweatshirt on the floor. You looked back at him as he walked to turn on the sound system, and rolled your eyes as you walked over to his bed and laid on it. The instant The Weeknd started playing, you shot up and looked at him again, this time with wild eyes. He stared at you with a smile creeping onto his face as you began waving your hands around to the music, closing your eyes as you felt your second roll coming on. He slowly walked towards you and got onto the bed, leaning over you and taking your lips in his for the third time that night. You sunk into the kiss as he laid you down, placing your hands back in their designated spot on the back of his head with your fingers tugging on his hair. He sighed heavily as he quickened the rate of his kissing, hands running all over your body as he desperately tried to touch more of you. He rested on elbow as he let his fingers trail down your almost bare torso, toying with the hemline of your bra top. He pulled away and tugged on the bow on the back of your neck, pulling the top off of you with ease. Once the top was discarded on the floor, he instantly went back to kissing you, letting his hands make their way to your breasts as he kneaded them with his fingers. His kisses moved down to your neck, and he made a trail of wet spots down your chest and stomach before reaching your bottoms.

“Is there anything underneath these bottoms and tights, sweets?” he asked, looking up at you through his long eyelashes. When you breathlessly shook your head no, he smirked, yanking down the two articles of barely-clothing with impatience. Your glistening cunt was now in his full view, and his smirk remained on his face as he bent down to kiss the insides of your thighs. You were growing restless as he took his time, pressing his lips to almost every place except where you needed him the most.

“Please, Buck… need you,” you moaned, out of breath from the incessant teasing on the blue-eyed boy’s end. He chuckled as you squirmed under his touch before licking a stripe up your pussy, causing you to throw your head back as he lapped away at your juices. He moved his mouth to encompass your clit, sucking with increasing intensity as you opened your eyes to look down at the beautiful yet sinful sight in front of you. He paid you almost no mind as he feasted on your pussy, slowly moving his hand up to push a finger into you. The ecstasy rushing over your body was immeasurable; the molly mixed with the sexual fantasy was almost too much to handle for you. He pumped his lone finger in and out at a rapid pace, still sucking harshly on your slit and swirling his tongue around the swollen nub. You could feel the knot tightening in your lower stomach as he continued, and you could barely tell him you were about to cum before it happened.

“B-Buck, I’m-”

“Let go, baby. I’m right here,” he cooed. And that was all you needed to release the pressure. Your legs began to shake as your pussy began to flutter, and your walls spasmed and clenched in a rhythm as Bucky continued his reckless attack on your most vulnerable spot. He collected all of your cum in his mouth and on his scruff, and as he sat up he was looking at you with a flushed face and blown pupils. He began to undo his belt buckle frantically, and once he finally got the thing loose he pulled down his pants and boxers half way before giving himself a few quick pumps to prepare himself. You sat up a little bit to grab his hard length in your hand, but he tsked you away. “None of that, darlin’. It’s all about you tonight.”

As you laid back down slowly, he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your still-wet pussy, teasing you slightly. He finally lined himself up with your entrance as you whimpered helplessly under him, and he pushed himself in slowly. Your breath hitched as he slowly entered you, and he grunted in pleasure once he was bottomed out in your cunt. You looked down as he pulled back out, then pushed in again, mesmerized by the sight of his cock sliding in effortlessly to your wet heat. You were drawn from your gaze as Bucky grabbed your throat and began to choke lightly, forcing you to look at him. His grip tightened as he increased his pace, somehow reaching even deeper in your cunt with each stroke.

“So fuckin’ pretty for me. All mine, yeah, baby?” he said as he relentlessly fucked you, and your mouth fell open as he pounded into you. You struggled to nod your head, but that wasn’t enough for him. “Words, doll.”

“Y-yes, Buck. All y-yours” you managed, still struggling to breathe with his fast pace ramming into you. While you felt your orgasm coming again, you could also feel your molly peak returning for the third time. Your eyes rolled back into your head as Bucky let his hand rest on the headboard of his bed, his fast fucking never slowing down.

“Look at me, baby. I can feel you’re close… I want you to look at me while you cum all over my cock, doll,” he whispered into your ear, leaning in so close you could feel his damp hair on your face and brushing your ear. His breathing was erratic as well, and as you felt both highs come down on you, you moaned loudly and squeezed your eyes shit before opening them to stare into Bucky’s blue ones.

“Fuck! Oh my God,” you screamed. Bucky never broke eye-contact as his cock twitched inside of you, releasing his cum to paint your walls white. He rolled off of you and laid down next you, panting heavily. He lifted your head to put his arm around you, and as he pulled you towards him you felt both his and your cum leaking from your still-spasming pussy. He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead as Stargirl Interlude played softly from the speakers. You smiled under his lips, but the both of you were too tired to say anything more after the fresh fucking you guys had both endured. You both fell asleep soon after, The Weeknd’s smooth voice lulling you both to a heavy rest.

You woke up in the morning with a yawn, now fully on the other side of the bed as Bucky. As you slowly turned to face him, you saw him scrolling mindlessly through his phone, occasionally typing away.

“Good morning,” you said sleepily, to which Bucky gave a small glance and a slight smile. You were partly confused, but chalked it up to over thinking as you were now fully facing him, looking up at him with doe eyes. He continued to scroll through his phone, then with a sigh placed it on his bedside table. He got up slowly and walked to his closet, rummaging through his drawers and deciding on a simple blue shirt with the Sigma Chi crest on the front. He barely turned when he threw it in your direction, to which you were ultimately shocked. Why was he being such a… douchebag?

He finally turned around fully, scratching his head as he did so. Then he let out the sentence you were dreading most.

“Listen, I don’t want to be that guy, but I kind of have a lot of stuff to do today so you should probably… you know…”

“Head out?” you finished for him. With the nod of his head, you gave a curt nod and tight smile, instantly getting out of the bed and putting on the shirt he threw so carelessly in your direction. As soon as you were done putting on the shirt, you bent down to grab last night’s clothes. You stood up, turned back to him, gave him a tiny goodbye, and sped out of the room. As you walked down the stairs, you thought to yourself: How could you have been so stupid? Of course he was going to kick you out in the morning. And as you walked out of the frat house to be met by the harsh sunlight and light breeze cooling your pants-less legs, you reminded yourself.

He was just a frat boy, after all.

#bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky barnes smut #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x Female Reader #marvel #frat boy bucky #frat!bucky #marvel imagine #bucky barnes imagine

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lightphieric · 2 years ago

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Over the past two and a half years, I have amassed a huge backlog of games and extensively catalogued the ones I’ve played. It started out as a way to keep myself sane during the pandemic, but since then it’s basically just become the way I play video games. I’ve recently reached the huge milestone of 200 games played using this system, and to commemorate, I thought a list of “Each Zero Escape character as one of those 200 games” would be fun! Let’s go!

(FYI, I kept a tier list and for this post, I’ve only drawn from games I’ve ranked B, A, or S. So yes, these are all recommendations! I played some of them via itch.io, but all of them are available on Steam)

Ace: Contradiction

An FMV detective game with elegantly simple mechanics: you do exactly what the title says and it’s very satisfying. Special mention goes to the pair of shady businessmen you encounter who totally don’t brainwash, kill, or kidnap people wink wink.

Snake: Dicey Dungeons

This is almost entirely based on Light’s codename meaning “snake eyes,” but it was between this and that game you play by blinking so this seemed like the more appropriate choice. A cute and cheeky roguelike deckbuilder played by rolling and assigning dice. The fact that its gameplay is built around basic arithmetic gives me 999 vibes in general!

Santa: Tell Me Why

A choice-consequence adventure game from the makers of the first two Life Is Strange games (LIS2 my beloved, don’t @ me). Two siblings who can communicate telepathically revisit their childhood home and the events leading up to their mother’s death. One of the siblings is a trans man so if you are as Correct about Aoi as I am you know where I’m coming from.

Clover: Chicory: A Colorful Tale

The game where the world is a blank coloring book and you get to fill in the lines. Tells a lovely and relatable story about art, burnout, impostor syndrome and mentorship, although the main reason I’m assigning this to Clover is because it’s just plain adorable. The relationship between Pizza and Chicory also reminds me of her and Alice.

Junpei: Lamplight City

Perhaps aligned more with ZTD Junpei than any other iteration, this is a steampunk point-and-click about a disgraced detective who is haunted by his late partner and can’t rest until he’s avenged his death. The best part of this game is the protagonist’s awesome wife, who, unlike Akane, will actually help you with puzzles sometimes.

Akane: Elsinore

You play as Ophelia. You are stuck in a time loop and must find a way to save yourself and manufacture a happier ending to the tragedy of Hamlet. This is basically tied with Celeste for the title of my favorite video game of all time, and I was delighted to find parallels between it and Akane’s story.

Seven: The Darkside Detective

I love detective games so I had a wealth to choose from when it came to the cop character. I ended up going with this game, a standard point-and-click that is a detective game in name and theming only but is still a lot of fun. A pastiche of Twin Peaks and X-Files with some of the funniest writing I’ve ever seen in a video game, it captures Seven’s zaniness and willingness to believe in the supernatural.

Lotus: Beglitched

A glitzy and girly game full of computer lingo and in-jokes that go over my head. Thankfully you don’t actually need to know a lick of code to enjoy it because the hacking minigames all take the form of really unique and strategic battles.

Kubota: Underhero

An RPG with one of the most wonderfully convoluted premises ever. Put simply, you’re a villain’s henchman who must play double agent when you’re magically chosen to be the next great hero. Kubota certainly doesn’t fit the “secret hero” angle, but a whole game about an underling seemed appropriate.

Sigma: Milkmaid of the Milky Way

A point-and-click (can you tell I love those?) in which a dairy farmer’s favorite cow is abducted by aliens and she must sneak onto the spacecraft to rescue it. Now, that absolutely delightful premise could work with just about any VLR character; I don’t want to spoil the game, but something else does happen that rings very close to Sigma’s story specifically.

Phi: Downwell

I really expected Phi to get a platformer, with all her soaring and kicking! Downwell is kind of a platformer, I guess, although really it’s more of a free-fall simulator and most of the things you land on die. You can either shoot enemies with your “gunboots” or step on them to kill them - killing things with your feet, very Phi.

Alice: Paradise Killer

A quirky open-world detective game where everyone is impractically hot. I’ve truly never felt more like a detective than I did while playing this game, but you can’t talk about it without talking about the style. The world is bizarre, the music is all vaporwave, and again. You, the investigator, are improbably sexy, and so is every suspect you interview.

Dio: Cult of the Lamb

The cute and cozy roguelike where you start your own cult and smite nonbelievers. I feel like I don’t really need to describe this one further, y’all know it already.

Luna: Cloud Gardens

An art/puzzle game about helping plants reclaim an abandoned, decaying urban environment. Has both a story mode which I completed, and a sandbox mode I didn’t try in which you can just grow gardens to your heart’s content.

Quark: Carto

A really cute puzzle game where you manipulate the very ground you stand on using a map. The story is about a little girl trying to find her grandmother, so it’s very Quark in both aesthetic and story.

Kyle: Hades

The mythological roguelike about hating your dad a whole lot. I don’t feel like I need to explain this one further, either, as everyone has talked about it at length including me on this very blog, but I’ll have you know that I’ve played it for hundreds of hours and it’s solidly my third favorite video game of all time.

Carlos: The Rewinder

This is the most recent game I’ve played; I haven’t finished it yet and I can’t even say for sure that it will be top-tier in the rankings, but I’m really liking it so far and since I wanted a puzzle game about time manipulation for Carlos it was between this and Braid. And as far as I know, The Rewinder doesn’t have a creator with the absolutely rancid vibes of Jonathan Blow.

Sean: 2064: Read Only Memories

A visual novel where you solve a mystery in a cyberpunk world with the help of the world’s first fully sentient AI. The AI is a precious baby baby baby; if you love Sean, you will love Turing.

Delta: Evergate

A gorgeous puzzle platformer about the afterlife and a fraught sibling relationship that transcends time. I loved this game so much that I 100-percented all the collectibles and time trials, which is something I never do. Made me want to call my brother.

Eric: Boyfriend Dungeon

Of course, my much maligned fave gets paired with a game that also gets a lot of undue hate but nonetheless has my entire heart. It’s a dating sim for all of the thirsty simps out there that’s also a roguelike about literally attacking your inner demons and fears with crazy impractical weapons. This choice has nothing to do with a certain Boyfriend Dungeon character who gives all Erics a bad name.

Mira: Carrion

Going through all these games I was surprised that this was the only real “play as the villain” power fantasy on the list. You might have heard of this one described as a reverse horror movie; you play as a biological weapon, or an alien, or something, that has escaped containment and it’s just about eating scientists and soldiers in an explosion of pixelly gore.

Diana: There Is No Game: Wrong Dimension

I won’t be all coy like every other reviewer: this is a video game, a point-and-click about a sentient computer program who really does not want you to use it. It’s really funny and full of meta-references, but the reason I chose it for Diana is because this game is actually a tragic love story not unlike SigDi. I’m not joking about that.

And there you have it, twenty-two great games, one for each Zero Escape character. This is just a silly post but, sincerely, check some of them out if they sound interesting to you!

#zero escape #zero escape 999 #virtue's last reward #zero time dilemma #999 spoilers #vlr spoilers #ztd spoilers #video game recommendations #not gonna tag every game and every character that would be insane

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hamliet · 3 years ago

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Hi! What are your favourite designs in Rwby, HxH, BSD and BNHA? And why? Is it only because you like it aesthetically or there is also them being somehow important for characterization? Thanks!

Hi, so I don't pay as much attention to this as I could, symbolically speaking. So sometimes it's aesthetics and sometimes it's symbolic! I’ll do a quick run-through.

Bungo Stray Dogs

Akutagawa, Atsushi, Gin, Q, Sigma, Gogol, Jouno

Akutagawa and Atsushi

I love their opposition. Atsushi’s outfit and physical features emphasize white, Akutagawa’s black. Even their abilities do this--white tiger and black void; living and dead, unconscious and conscious. Atsushi’s tiger is white with black stripes while Akutagawa has strips of white at the tips of his hair. Atsushi is more closed off and hides his darker side, while Akutagawa is less so, but it’s harder to notice. Even if you look at the angles in their designs, you can see duality: they both have uneven hair, but Atsushi’s is cut bluntly (look at the edges), while Akutagawa’s is more angular, which fits with their personalities. Their eyes too--their eyes reveal the truth not just about themselves but about each other. Akutagawa’s are gray: they are both mixtures of black and white. Atsushi’s are the colors of sunset, referencing their mentor (Dazai, the author of The Setting Sun), and the hope and other beautiful qualities they both have.

Gin

Gin’s design stood out to me from her first appearance. I love how androgynous she looks to where I really assumed she was a guy until, of course, the fantastic reveal that she’s Aku’s sister. She’s tough and edgy, but she has a tender heart--she wears a coat reminiscent of her brother’s, and covers her mouth to conceal her true thoughts (and she definitely has them. Beast, the light novel, reveals just how brilliant Gin is).

Gogol and Jouno

I just like their designs. These are mostly aesthetic, in Gogol’s clownery and Jouno’s visual impairment, though the latter is far more symbolic.

Jouno may be blind, but in a lot of ways he’s the most self-aware Hunting Dog and a brilliant callout of law enforcement--without dehumanizing cops at the same time. His constant smile is also unnerving given his sadism.

Sigma and Q

Okay so I like duality in designs. But Sigma is basically grown-up, sane Q, and I’m excited to see where this foiling goes. Like, really, Sigma is functionally Fyodor and Gogol’s “kid” while Q is Dazai and Chuuya’s (not literally, in terms of caring for/training but not mentoring exactly).

Rwby

Emerald, Ruby, Oscar, Ren, Yang, Salem, Sienna

Emerald Sustrai

I can’t lie, this is partially due to Emerald’s resemblance to one of my favorite characters of all time (TGre’s Mutsuki Tooru). I also like her original design’s earthy tones, as it emphasizes the “earth” element in her character (Emerald’s last name can mean “thief” “roots” aka earth or “undercurrent” aka water, which opposes her to Mercury’s air and fire). That her design has become black and white with a jewel on the back and an actual red stone necklace is actually a fitting upgrade, though: she’s becoming more and more refined, undergoing the process to become a philosopher’s stone.

Ruby and Oscar (and Yang)

Again, I love the complimentary duality in their designs (Oscar’s gold eyes to Ruby’s silver, etc). They’re also just really lovely aesthetically. Also, I have a thing for cool eye designs. In cast that wasn’t like, already abundantly clear.

On the note of the eyes, I love Yang’s design on the sheer fact that her eyes turn red. I also love how this symbolizes her semblance, and how her semblance weaponizes her pain.

Ren, Sienna

This is mostly aesthetic. I adore Ren’s feminine warrior look down to his pink/purple eyes, and Sienna had one of the coolest designs which was such a shame when it got pretty much wasted.

Salem

I love Salem’s design both pre and post corruption. Her villainous look is unique and terrifying, yet beautiful in its own way.

BNHA

Shouto, Dabi/Touya, Jirou, Uraraka, Hawks, Ibara, Geten, Shigaraki

Shouto

Look again, I mcfreakin’ love duality in designs. I also love elemental stuff. His scar over his fire side representing his pain, and his ice side representing his repression... it’s well done, and it’s also the kind of design that provokes questions as soon as you see him. Like, before he got his backstory or any development, his mere design provoked questions. He’s excellently done, and that’s why it’s cool he actually only uses his first name for his hero name, and he wears ordinary training outfits instead of an elaborate costume: his design do the intrigue for us, and his using his name ties in thematically with his identity struggles.

Dabi/Touya

I love the man’s design okay, and not purely aesthetically (though let’s face it, that face? I-- lol). But I love how he cannot cry, but when he cries, he cries blood. I love how his scars are literally holding him together, symbolizing how his pain keeps him functioning yet also limits him. He wears his pain on his sleeve.

Also, the hair. I’ve delved into this a bit before, but it starts off red, decays into white, and then he disguises it with dye as black--alchemy in reverse, a nihilixir as Dabi, cremation, a chaotic villain. But now that he’s revealed as Touya, he has white hair again--becoming more his true self. I am very, very curious if he’ll eventually go back to red, or at least have red sprinkled in (as Hori has drawn him this way in official art!) as he becomes Touya Todoroki again and reconciles with his family.

Jirou, Uraraka, Hawks, Ibara, Geten

These are all mostly aesthetic. Uraraka’s actually fits her personality and quirk (soft and loving, yet tough), but it hasn’t been capitalized on. Geten is much the same--it’s interesting to have someone oppose Dabi who looks like his mom, but nothing’s been done with that, so. Sigh. I’m also a sucker for bird people, so Hawks is like, awesome for that. Ibara’s design is fascinating and original.

Shigaraki

Again, some of this is aesthetics and some is symbolic. The hands covering him show us from his introduction two things: firstly, that he’s hard to get to know, and secondly, that he’s being controlled. He wears a symbol of what he cannot do--touch people without fear--and of his past trauma literally as armor. Even without the hands, he’s seeking more armor through AFO’s quirk, instead of relying on himself.

HxH

Illumi, Komugi, Hisoka, Chrollo, Kurapika, Kalluto, Machi, Feitan, Morena

Komugi

Again, eyes. But also I love how she is not beautifully put together, but when she opens her eyes to play shogi, she is stunning. She’s a fascinating take on Belle in Beauty and the Beast, and her death with Meruem’s lingers as the most beautiful and poignant and sad death in fiction I’ve ever seen.

Kurapika,

EYES. But also his ability with chains fit so well and opposes Chrollo’s religious imagery.

Chrollo and Morena

Their religious imagery I find intriguing, especially given that they both control groups of twelve. Chrollo, too, is starting to learn that having a god-like power and a book of other’s nen abilities as his own doesn’t give him any answers to who he himself is--and if human, then he’s vulnerable (hence why he wears a coat but no shirt at the start of the Yorknew Arc: he doesn’t fear vulnerability because he doesn’t feel huma; it’s an interesting twist on this idea, because usually characters who are not vulnerable cover themselves up). Morena’s backstory as the illegitimate daughter scarred by her own father is rife for possible foiling and thematic exploration.

Hisoka, Machi, and Feitan

Aesthetics lol. I loveHisoka’s insane clown look (hair-down Hisoka is too hot), Feitan’s goth look, and Machi’s simple yet efficient design.The clown get up obviously fits Hisoka symbolically--he plays the trickster role, and can be an antagonist or a villain or an antihero depending on what the story calls for. Yet, he remains perfectly in character throughout.

Feitan looks more like what you’d expect from a character who isn’t very vulnerable: covers his mouth with a scary symbol, barely speaks, etc. But it’s still effective.

Illumi and Kalluto

Actually all the Zoldycks have designs I love, but Illumi and Kalluto have my favorites. Kalluto because EYES, but also because he’s gender-nonconforming as well and uses this to his advantage. He seems to dress and act to please his mother, and yet also is pretty dangerous. However, what he uses as a weapon is beauty--fans, paper, etc. The broken papers can be used to defend himself and to lash out. There’s a ton of symbolism waiting to be unpacked there... if we ever get it...

Illumi is basically the perfect Zoldyck assassin, which is what makes him tragic. His eyes emphasize this: they are blank voids. However, through his design, contrasted with his siblings, we notice a pattern.

It’s not a coincidence that the child chosen to lead the Zoldycks in the next generation is not the eldest nor the most efficient and Zoldyck-esque assassin. It’s the one who physically resembles Silva, while the two elder ones who most resemble their mother are pushed aside. The irony is Alluka resembles Silva more than any sibling except Killua (at least in the eyes), which may be in part why Silva hates Alluka (along with like, the transphobia, ableism, and general fact that Silva is The Worst).

Illumi might be the perfect Zoldyck heir, but he’ll never be acknowledged as it for factors he cannot control. It’s a futile endeavor that adds to the pain.

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luxekook · 5 years ago

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chapter four.

⇥ pairing: ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 3.3k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing, dirty talk, noona kink, general chaotic energy, poly relationships, slight implications of switch!reader and sub!jk, jin being a beautiful mess, make-out sesh with multiple people oops

⇥ beta reader: the lovely @shadowsremedy

Chapter Four

Taehyung’s Room, BTS House – 10:49pm

“Alright. What do you want to know?”

Namjoon’s question fills the room. The boys all stare at me with anticipation, leaning forward with furrowed brows.

I ponder my course of action for all of two seconds before launching into my well-practiced rant, “I want to know what sort of sick prank you think you’re playing, because I am not falling for it. I mean – all of you wanting to date one person? Date me? Seems fake, but okay.”

Some of the boys move to interrupt me, but I thrust up a palm, “No, please let me finish. I know I don’t really have the right to make judgements about you guys, but I have seen some misogynistic behavior from your frat. So, I feel like it’s not that far-fetched for me to think that you’re probably playing me.”

“Messy gymnast behavior? What’s that?” Jungkook whispers to Hoseok who just shrugs, looking equally as baffled.

“Misogynistic, Kook, not messy gymnast,” Namjoon pinches his nose in frustration, “It means prejudiced against women.”

Seokjin and Jimin descend into fits of laughter. Hoseok still looks mildly perplexed, and Yoongi takes a large sip of soju from a bottle he procured from god knows where within the last few minutes.

Covering his face, Jungkook dives behind Jin in hopes of further hiding his embarrassment.

“I think I know what she’s talking about.”

The room quiets at Taehyung’s interjection. He reluctantly sits up from his relaxed position on his bed and explains, “When we met at our party last semester, she found out about our old pledge tradition.”

“Oh, damn,” Jimin sighs, “So that’s why you motioned to remove it from the chapter’s history at the last meeting.”

“Yeah,” Tae looks me in the eyes, “We voted removed it, (y/n) ... A little too late though, it seems.”

Jungkook peeks his head out from behind Jin’s shoulder, “We’re sorry, noona.”

Trying not to internally melt in response at the youngest’s display of classic puppy-dog eyes, I slump against the wall and slide into a sitting position on the floor. “Look, I’m not going to say that ‘it’s okay’ because it’s not. But I do appreciate that you removed it.”

The boys hang their heads, looking properly chastised.

“That’s fair,” Namjoon finally says quietly, “We know as a frat we fucked up. We’re not perfect. We make a lot of mistakes. But we’re trying to get back to being respectable and move on from here.”

“We’re trying to get back your respect,” Yoongi rubs the back of his neck, looking at me with wide eyes and more attentiveness than I’ve ever seen from him.

“But that’s the other thing,” I look away, pulling at a random thread fraying off of the sleeve of my sweatshirt, “Why does it matter so much that I respect you? Why are you all so invested in me all of a sudden? In all honesty, I haven’t said more than two words in conversation to half of you.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t really matter,” Namjoon shrugs, shifting to lean casually against the wall.

My eyes narrow, “How can it not matter?”

“Because we date as a group, (y/n)-noona,” Jimin smiles down at me from his perch on Taehyung’s bed, all squishy cheeks and crinkled eyes, “Tae thought we’d all like you, and then Jungkookie and Joon-hyung agreed and—”

Hoseok excitedly chimes in, arms swinging wildly, “And finding someone who we all like hasn’t happened in so long, and I’m so happy!”

“Yah, Hobi!” Jin reaches over Jungkook to shove the bouncing boy, “We’re supposed to be playing it cool. We have to woo her.” He winks and blows me a kiss.

Instinctively, I swat it away and then giggle at Seokjin’s indignant gasp.

“I take it back! She’s mean!” Launching into a passionate rant complete with head shaking and wild eyes, Jin continues, “Consider that kiss null and void. I have never been so insulted in my entire life, you know!”

Tears stream down my cheeks as I collapse from laughing alongside the rest of the boys. Namjoon’s dimples are out in full force as he drawls, “Hyung, that’s what you said yesterday when I beat you in Overwatch.”

Seokjin splutters over the now-renewed laughter of his younger brothers, “I thought I told you to never speak of that again!”

Trailing off in mumbles of how he needs new friends and how disrespected he is as an elder, Jin resorts to pouting in the corner.

“You’ll have to excuse Seokjin-hyung, (y/n),” Taehyung smirks at me with raised eyebrows, “He’s skated by solely on his looks up until now.”

Seokjin’s pouting intensifies.

“He is handsome,” I instinctively respond, fully focused on the beauty of Jin’s pouty lips. And when those lips break into a huge grin, I cringe at my lapse in judgement for the thousandth time that night.

“My faith in humanity has been restored!” Jin ambles back to his original spot next to Jungkook and thrusts a paper heart that he apparently had been carrying on his person for quite some time in my direction.

“Hyung,” Hoseok eyes Seokjin with a concerned frown, “Where did you even get that from?”

“That’s one secret I’ll never tell.” Jin barely finishes that sentence before a flurry of pillows, water bottles, and other miscellaneous items are thrown at him from all angles.

“I thought we agreed no more quoting Gossip Girl, Jin-hyung!” Jimin cries as he continues to hit Jin with a pillow from Tae’s bed.

Miraculously still even able to speak under the assault from the other boys, Jin replies with complete sincerity, “XOXO.”

Chaos reigns.

Watching all seven of them in - presumably - their most natural state, I sigh in amusement, “Y’all are too much.”

Somehow the boys hear me, because they all turn to face me once more with various expressions of playfulness and mirth. Jin still lies under the pile of them laughing slightly as they slowly shift off of him.

“Nah, I think we might be just enough for you, noona,” Jungkook pipes up as he plops down on the edge of Taehyung’s bed.

“Yeah? And how do you know that?” A sudden thought occurs to me, “Wait, why do you all even date one person anyway? Don’t you realize like half the campus is in love with each of you?”

“You’re included in that half, right?” Taehyung grins and then shrinks under my withering glare, “I mean, it’s a long story?”

“Oh, hold on,” I check my wrist, which noticeably has no watch, “Mhm, that’s right. It’s story time.”

Jimin snorts and then burrows under the covers in mortification.

“Cute,” Hoseok sighs, staring at me, “I want to keep you.”

And there’s something about having Jung Hoseok’s full attention and adoration that brings me to peak devastation. I pull my hood up over my head and burrow into my sweatshirt.

“Aw!” Various yells rebound around the room. I flip them all off.

“Hobi,” Yoongi teases, “I think she likes you.”

I peek out of the safety of my sweatshirt to eviscerate him with my eyes, but Yoongi just raises one brow coolly and calls me out, “Well, am I wrong, jagi?”

All eyes are on me, and the room is suddenly so quiet that all I can hear is the muffled party downstairs and the beating of my heart.

“... I want my lawyer,” I finally declare, re-emerging from the depths of my sweatshirt and crossing my arms.

“Oh, come on, noona!” Jimin shuffles across the room and kneels in front of me, causing me to descend into a panic, “You like Hoseok-hyung, right? Well, what about me? Do you like me?”

Jimin peers down at me, pink hair tussled and eyes shining. How could I ever say no to that beautiful face? That angelic human?

Must.

Deflect.

“I’ll answer your question if you answer mine. Why do you all date the same person when each of you could have anyone you want?”

Jimin deflates and sits back on his heels, frowning at my non-answer.

“But we do already date everyone we want,” Hoseok cuts in, giggling, “Well, almost.”

They’re already dating people? My mind wracks through all my knowledge of the seven boys sitting before me, but no evidence of them dating anyone pops up. “Wait, I’m confused. Who are you all dating then?”

I can’t help but feel like I’m on the outside of an inside joke as the boys all exchange looks that are all too smug for my liking.

“Seems like we did a good job, boys,” Namjoon chuckles, “People on this campus are pretty oblivious.”

“Nah,” Yoongi shakes his head, “They just choose not to see it. They want us all to be fully available.”

The lightbulb finally flickers on in my mind.

“Oh my sweet baby Jesus,” I whisper, “You’re all dating each other, aren’t you?”

Various nods answer that question. Jin, of course, being Jin, wipes an imaginary tear from his eye as he dramatically laments, “And she’s smart, too? How did we get so lucky, boys?”

“Yoongi,” I say calmly, “Please pass me that soju before I commit murder in this very room.”

Without a word, Yoongi hands me the bottle before settling down in the space next to me against the wall.

Suddenly hyperaware of my positioning, I realize I’m sitting in between Jimin and Yoongi. Jungkook, Taehyung and Hobi now sit together on Tae’s bed, while Jin remains on the floor surrounded by various pillows and debris.

Namjoon is still leaning against the opposite wall, looking way too intimidating and perfect that I’m forced to look away.

That is, until he starts to speak. “(y/n), the seven of us have always been close. We grew up together; and, somehow, we just work as a unit. We work together. It may seem odd or untraditional. Maybe it is. But, it’s who we are. And it’s how we love.”

Namjoon continues, “We don't want to lose what we have together, this dynamic we've spent so long building. But, we’ve been feeling like something has been missing from our relationship lately. We’ve been looking for someone to help complete us.”

“And you think that person is me?” I suck in a jagged breath, “You really want to share me? Do you know how crazy that sounds?”

"There are crazier things," Yoongi shrugs, taking back the bottle of soju from my grasp, "Like how Namjoon has an IQ of 148 but can't seem to live one day without breaking something."

Namjoon, looking affronted, opens and closes his mouth, but ultimately settles on just smiling bashfully. My heart almost explodes at such a display of cuteness.

"It's really not that crazy, (y/n)," Taehyung interrupts my internal fawning, "You seem like a girl who’s intimidated by no one and nothing. We really, really like that. And we figured since you kissed me and Jungkook that you might be interested.”

Embarrassment washes over me. I steal back the soju from Yoongi, who just smirks knowingly.

“Besides, polyamory is actually more common than you think,” Hobi smiles in that pretty heart-shaped way of his.

He has a valid point. Who am I to be the judge of what love looks like? Who am I to criticize these boys who clearly love each other and just want one more person to love? Who am I to deny myself the opportunity to be loved by seven people?

“Can I think about it?" I ask, still fighting the inevitable for whatever reason, "I'm not saying 'no’. I just need a bit of time to think it over."

"Take all the time you need, baby," Namjoon murmurs, looking like I just handed him the keys to the entire world.

"No,” Jimin groans, burrowing his head in the crook of my shoulder, “Please, please, please don't take all the time you need, (y/n)-noona! I can’t wait that long!”

I reach up to stroke my fingers through his pink hair in an attempt to soothe the poor angel.

“Do we have permission to continue to woo you during this ‘thinking’ period?” Jin inquires, casting a look of jealousy at Jimin who is now nestled even further into me.

“Continue?” I ask, “When did you start?”

“Yah!” Seokjin exclaims, “Why does she keep roasting me?”

“I think it’s hot,” Jungkook grins at me with stars in his eyes.

“That’s because you’re a masochist, Kook,” Taehyung cackles from his perch on the bed.

“Ah, hyung!” Jungkook jumps on Taehyung in an effort to silence him, “She doesn’t need to know that yet!”

“I mean, it is pretty obvious,” I pause dramatically, dropping the pitch of my voice, “Baby boy.”

Jungkook yelps and takes off out of the room.

“Shit, was that too much?” I ask, staring at the door thrown open in Jungkook’s wake.

“No,” Tae replies, still laughing, “I think he just needs a second to calm down. I’ll go see where he went.”

Taehyung gets up from the bed and shuffles out the door in search of Jungkook. The open door allows for more sounds from the party to seep into the room.

Namjoon sighs, “I should probably check on what’s happening down there, shouldn’t I?”

“Good luck, man,” Yoongi tears the soju back out of my hand and lifts it up in cheers to Namjoon. Chuckling, Namjoon ambles over to where Yoongi, Jimin and I are crowded together and grabs the soju.

After taking a long sip, he crouches down in front of me and grasps the hand that remains unoccupied by Jimin. Bringing it to his lips, Namjoon places the lightest kiss on my knuckles. “I’m so happy you showed up tonight, baby. I can only hope that my future holds more of you in any way you choose to give me.”

Pressing his lips to my palm this time, Namjoon smiles in that completely devastating way of his and then saunters out of the room. Still gaping, I realize I never even got to say a word to him in response.

“You are so whipped for him already, jagi,” Yoongi says lowly, lips brushing my ear.

I blink. My senses are on overload. Jimin is still curled into my side, with my hand stroking his hair and his lips accidentally grazing the skin of my collarbone every so often. Now, Yoongi is closer than ever. I can feel his breath against my neck and his stare focused on my lips. Meanwhile, Hobi and Jin are slowly but surely shuffling closer to where the three of us are bunched together.

“So what if I am?” I finally answer, “Aren’t you all whipped for him, too?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Jimin mumbles into my shoulder.

My mind explodes.

“She’s not ready for that yet, Jiminie,” Jin giggles, “I’m pretty sure she’s still half convinced I worship Satan in the basement.”

“Well, I wasn’t before, but now I am,” I jokingly eye Seokjin up and down with an amused smile.

He grins back at me. I melt. And he knows it.

“Can I kiss you?” Jin asks, the slightest smirk curving his lips, a look of hunger burning in his gaze, like he could just eat me up, “Please?”

I swallow and his eyes latch onto the movement of my throat.

Before I can reconsider, I remove myself from my sitting position against the wall, much to Jimin and Yoongi’s dismay, and straddle Jin’s lap, immediately capturing his lips with my own.

The effect is instantaneous. Various groans echo around me as Jin smiles against my mouth. His hands find their way under my sweatshirt and squeeze my hips, dragging my body even closer against his.

The way Jin kisses is life-ruining in its unhurried, yet passionate deliberateness. He kisses me like he’s claiming me, and the possessiveness of his actions send a ripple of excitement through my body. Releasing my mouth, he works his way down the length of my exposed neck, and I gasp in response.

Suddenly, I feel another pair of hands twine around my body from behind as Hobi pleads into my ear, “Can I kiss you, too, (y/n)?”

I nod wordlessly, wondering what I did in my past life to deserve such affection in this one.

“No fair,” I vaguely hear Jimin pouting, “I want to kiss noona.”

“We’ll have our turn, Jiminie,” Yoongi’s voice causes a shudder of anticipation to race down my spine.

“Oh, she likes that idea,” Jin laughs, obviously having felt the tremor that shot though me in response to Yoongi’s suggestion, “Come get a taste.”

“Only if that’s what she really wants,” Yoongi says, meeting my eyes, “Don’t feel pressured to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with, kitten.”

“Kitten?” I growl, eyes narrowed sharply in his direction.

“Yep,” Yoongi’s answering smirk is slow and antagonizing, “All cute and cuddly with a hint of claws.”

“I’ll show you claws,” I say darkly, getting up, “Stand up.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows raise in surprise, “Why?”

“I won’t ask again,” I move closer to him and Jimin.

Yoongi pulls himself to his feet, acting like it was the most physical activity he’d ever done.

When he’s finally done with the dramatics, I move closer until he’s backed right up against the wall, “Min Yoongi, I’m going to shut you up now.”

His breath stutters as I slowly move my mouth closer to his. “Please do—” I cut him off.

Kissing Yoongi is just as intoxicating as kissing Jin, but in a different way. Yoongi tastes like soju and spearmint. His body melts under my touch, completely fine with letting me lead. An idea springs to mind and I slide my hand into his hair and tug lightly. He jolts with a moan.

Bingo. I smirk before kissing him deeper. My other hand winds around him to scratch my nails down his back. This time, I’m awarded with a small whine.

The fact that I’m wrecking this boy is simultaneously wrecking me. That impact doubles when I feel a small hand begin to wind its way up my calf towards my thigh. Tearing my mouth away from Yoongi, I open my eyes to see Jimin smiling up at me, “Can you kiss me like that, too, (y/n)-noona?”

“Why couldn’t you wait your turn, Jiminie,” Yoongi sulks adorably, sensing that my resolve against any request from Jimin was nonexistent.

“Well, aren’t you supposed to be showing me the perks of dating multiple people?” I joke, “Jin and Hobi just shared. Can’t you two?”

Jimin springs up off the floor faster than anyone I’ve ever seen, “Yes! We can share!”

“Good,” I reply, turning in Yoongi’s arms so that my back is pressed against him. He hisses in a breath. “Come here, Jiminie,” I open my arms to the eager boy who all but leaps into them.

“You’re so beautiful, noona,” Jimin sighs, pupils dilated, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

“So are you, baby,” I sigh, bringing a hand up to brush his cheek fondly, “So are you.”

I kiss Jimin gently, treasuring the feel of his plump lips against my own. I trace the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip and his mouth opens in a silent gasp. I use the chance to slip my tongue inside to twine with his.

Through my thoroughly fucked-out haze, I feel Yoongi’s hands settle onto my hips, grinding me slowly against his crotch. I moan into Jimin as Yoongi’s mouth sucks on the side of my neck, surely for the sole reason of marking me.

“Well, shit, JK,” Taehyung’s voice shatters the bubble of pleasure I had been residing within in the middle of four beautiful men. My eyes flutter open to take in the sight of Taehyung holding a box of pizza and a case of beer, with Jungkook right behind him. “Looks like the party started without us.”

a/n: oops, another slight cliff-hanger? *laughs evilly*

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The Ink Demonth- Day 26- Fave AU

Not Alone

A/N: There is no BATIM au more dear to my heart then the Bioshock au. Before getting into Bendy, I knew next to nothing about Bioshock. But seeing all the lovely art and fics made for this au encouraged me to go check out this series and now I’m just as into those games as I am into Bendy. I just finished the first game and I’m trucking through the second one right now and I am loving every minute of it. So I want to thank everyone who was involved in this au cause it introduced me to these amazing games. Not only that but this au is just fantastic in its own right. It takes the best elements from both games and has it’s own orginal story going on that has me dying to know where it’s gonna go. If you haven't already looked into this au then you are missing out cause everything about it is phenomenal. To the lovely creators of this au, I hope this fic is okay as I don’t know everything you have up your sleeves for this story. I’m excited to see whatever you guys have planned for this though. So without further ado, in this au Henry/Alpha belongs to @inkspottie Ross/Omega belongs to @doberart Delta belongs to @trashboatprince and Sigma belongs to @hntrgurl13 and I hope you all enjoy~

Why was it always so damn dark in this studio? The creaks and groans of aging metal filled the air as Henry stepped lightly through the darkened halls of Rapture Studios, his Angel’s Grace plasmid lighting the way for his companions. Normally, he would be content for Ross or even Delta to be leading the way, as they both knew the studio better than he did. However, with the lack of light in this area, he needed to be the one to guide them for now. He spared a glance back at his newfound allies. Ross was staring straight ahead, determination etched into his face. Delta, meanwhile, seemed unfazed by the horrors around him, his posture relaxed as his eyes idly roamed the area, trying to see through the blanket of darkness surrounding them. Bendy was just as calm as his father, resting on his shoulder as his tail flicked back and forth slowly. Sigma, their newest ally, seemed anything but, as he clutched his pistol tightly, stray sparks flying off his other hand from his plasmid as his eyes darted back and forth nervously.

Henry felt about as nervous as Sigma looked, as he turned back to attempt to see where they were going. It had never been this dark for this long before, and the air was suddenly absent of the constant chatter of splicers that usually emanated from every corner of the studio. Henry should have felt relieved, as the splicer’s constant muttering usually kept him on edge, making him think one was going to spring up behind him at any moment. But their absence was conspicuous, as the silence stretched on, the only sounds being their footsteps and breathing as they continued forward.

“Um, am I the only one who thinks it’s a little too quiet in here?” Sigma asked, stepping lightly around a corpse lying on the ground.

“Shhh!” Ross hushed him, putting a finger to his lips. “If it’s this quiet, any enemy nearby is gonna hear you,” He whispered, trying to keep his voice as quiet as possible.

“Don’t bother,” Delta stated, not even trying to lower his voice. “I can’t exactly be stealthy in this suit anyway, they’re gonna hear my footsteps a mile away.”

“Maybe, but just cause they can hear your footsteps doesn’t mean they'll know it’s us,” Ross pointed out, turning to Delta. “We all have bounties on our heads, as soon as a splicer knows we’re here, we’re gonna be waist-deep in the bastards.”

“Pshhh, we’ll be fine.” Delta waved off Ross’s concerns. “There’s four of us now, those half-crazed splicers don’t stand a chance. I could take ‘em down no problem.”

Henry rolled his eyes as his new friends argued back and forth. If the splicers didn't know where they were before, they certainly did now. Not much they could do about it anymore. Henry turned away from his friends and tried to brighten up his plasmid but could still barely see a few feet in front of him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up suddenly as he heard a rustling above him. He moved his hand up, trying to see if there was anything up there but saw nothing. Some plaster from the ceiling crumbled down next to him and Henry shivered.

“Well I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not have a splicer army coming out of the woodwork to attack us!” Sigma hissed somewhere behind him, as they continued arguing.

“Uhhh, guys?” Henry tried to speak up but the others paid him no attention.

“Would you two just keep it down!” Ross chided them, raising his finger up to his mouth again.

Ummmmmm, guys?” Henry tried again, his voice getting higher as he heard more scuttling sounds from up above.

“What do you mean ‘you two’? You’re talking just as much as us,” Delta complained, crossing his arms.

“Guys!” Henry turned around to look at them, his face devoid of color.

“Dads! Dads!” Bendy piped up from Delta’s back. “Angel Dad has something to say!”

“Huh?” The other three all turned to see Henry’s panic-stricken face.

“I-I-I…” Henry struggled to get the words out. “I don’t think we’re alone in here…”

Suddenly, as if on cue, lights turned on all around them, finally illuminating the room they were in. They were in some kind of atrium, with a staircase right in the middle leading up to several adjoining balconies. The room was huge, with dozens of posters for various shows and cartoons lining the walls and a huge window for the ceiling, revealing the dark seascape outside.

“Shit…” Ross’s eyes widened as Sigma held up his pistol and Delta revved up his drill. “This is the perfect place for an ambu-”

Before Ross could even finish the thought, the room was filled with the angry cries of dozens of splicers as the dove down from the ceiling and others burst out of posters, charging down towards their unsuspecting victims.

“Holy-” Sigma turned to see a splicer dragging a crowbar come barreling towards him. He quickly zapped her with his electro bolt before shooting her with his pistol as she convulsed from the shock. “Just how many of them are there?!”

“Who cares?” Delta smirked as his right eye turned red and ink began dripping down his arm. “Let them come! I’ll introduce their faces to my drill!” Delta boasted, charging into the first splicer unfortunate enough to try an attack him.

“Hehehe,” Bendy chuckled from on his back. “Daddy’s givin’ you stars and birdies!”

“Stick together!” Ross called after Delta as he ran up the stairs, whacking a splicer aside and sending them hurtling over the railing. “It’ll be easy for them to pick us off if they separate us!” Ross quickly ducked his head as Splicer crawling down from the ceiling sent a hook hurtling down towards him. Ross raised his gun and with expert marksmanship started shooting down some of the splicers lining the balconies. Ross’s other hand darkened as his nails turned into talons. The air was suddenly filled with dozens of black crows as they launched themselves at the splicers, pecking at their eyes as their caws become deafening.

“Hanger-on! PARASITE!” A splicer screamed as they ran at Henry, swinging their crowbar wildly. He barely had time to raise his axe to block the strike that would have bashed his head in. He pushed back, causing the splicer to stumble as he changed his plasmid. With a snap of his fingers, they burst into flames, before Henry put the poor splicer out of their misery with a slice of his axe.

“There’s too many of them!” He cried out, as more splicers seemed to approach from every angle. “What are we gonna do Ro-” Henry was cut off as he felt something hook into the back of his sweater and yank him backwards. Henry fell to the ground hard, his momentum causing him to roll along the floor.

“Henry!” Ross called out to him and ran to help but was cut off as a couple of splicers descended on him, snarling as they took a swipe at him.

“Ugh…” Henry got up to his hands and knees, clutching his head as his vision blurred. He looked up to see the same splicer that had thrown him come running at him. He yelped and scrambled to his feet as they threw hooks at him. One of the hooks embedded itself in a wall, but as Henry tried to get away from his attacker, the other hook found its mark and embedded itself in his shoulder. Henry cried out in pain and stumbled, but kept up his momentum as he ran out a doorway and down a corridor. He had to create some distance between him and the splicer, come up with a plan of attack and then maybe he could…

A jolt of pain surged through Henry’s as blurry images flashed before his eyes and voices whispered in his ears. Oh no, not here! He couldn’t have this happening here! Flashback, withdraw symptom, whatever it was, he couldn’t afford to break down when half of Rapture was trying to murder them! Henry couldn’t stop it though as he stumbled to his knees, clutching his head as his ears began to ring.

This isn’t what I wanted, this isn’t right! Get rid of him!

He’s a human being, Mr. Drew!

WELL I DON’T GIVE A DAMN!

I see to it that you never remember Omega, and we shall start anew.

Oh my god, Joey what were you doing to him!?

Would you kindly return to the lab?

A failure this one is.

Failure Failure Failure Failure FAILUREFAILUREFAILUREFAILURE!

Henry let out an agonized scream as he hunched over himself. His head felt like it was a fire, the voices blaring in his ears so bad that he didn't even notice the enemy coming up behind him. The splicer shrieked as they grabbed the back of Henry’s sweater and slammed him into the wall. They clenched Henry by the neck as they hoisted him up, cackling as he cried out in pain. Henry tried kicking out with his dangling legs, but he couldn’t get any strength behind it. His head was pounding, his vision was fading around the edges, he was completely at the mercy of this INK crazed monster.

“Nowhere to run now~” They taunted as their face came uncomfortably close to Henry’s. “Bringing you to Joey’s gonna net me a nice juicy reward. He don’t want you alive though, so let’s fix that, shall we?” The splicer sneered as they dug one of their hooks into Henry’s side, and started slowly dragging it across his chest. Henry screamed in agony, his voice filling the hallway as the splicer continued to laugh at his pain. They squeezed his throat, cutting off his cries as Henry tried in vain to claw at the hand restricting his windpipe. Oh god, this was it, he was going to die down here. As Henry’s vision started to tunnel, he heard a loud roar from somewhere down the hall as his attacker turned their head in confusion. Henry managed to look over to see an enraged Delta come charging down the hallway, his drill spinning at a ferocious rate. He slammed into the splicer, driving his drill right into their stomach. Henry heard the splicer’s dying wails as he dropped like a ragdoll to the floor.

“Oh god, Henry!” Ross’s voice sounded horrified as he came in after Delta, running over to him.

“Angel Dad’s hurt Daddy! Ya gotta fix Angel Dad!” Bendy sobbed from Delta’s back, as the Big Daddy turned from his prey to his fallen friend.

“Shit! Henry!” Delta moved over to him but another splicer came barreling out from the atrium towards them. Delta growled as he activated his Ink Spots plasmid, sending a dozen Bendy clones to attack their would-be ambusher.

“Henry! Henry! Can you hear me? Stay with me!” Ross’s voice sounded distant to Henry like his ears were filled with cotton.

“Shit, Delta! We gotta get Henry out of here! He’s losing too much blood!”

“Where’s Sigma though! I lost sight of him during the fight!”

“Fuck! We don’t have much time. If we don’t get out of here now Henry’s not gonna make it!”

“Then get a move on! I’ll cover you!”

Henry’s vision darkened as he heard his friends shouting overhead. Their voices slowly started fading away though, as Henry lost the battle to remain conscious.

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The first thing Henry registered when he started to come to was pain. He groaned as he clutched at his stomach, scrunching his forehead in discomfort.

“Henry? Henry, can you hear me?” Ross’s concerned voice filled his ears as Henry slowly opened his eyes. “Oh thank God.” Ross smiled as he sagged with relief.

“Ugh,” Henry groaned as he tried to sit up, but Ross gently pushed him back down.

“Easy there, that splicer almost sliced your belly open. Might wanna take it easy.” Ross told him, motioning to the bandages around Henry’s waist.

“Is the sleeping beauty finally awake?” Delta asked as he walked into the room with Bendy still perched on his shoulder.

“Yay! He’s not a sleeping angel!” Bendy declared as he climbed off the Big Daddy and ran towards the couch that Henry was lying on.

“Heh, welcome back to the land of the livin’,” Delta let out a relieved chuckle as he looked down at Henry. “You gave us quite a scare there, almost thought you were a goner.”

“What… what happened?” Henry clutched his head, trying to piece together how he had ended up like this.

“We were ambushed by splicers. Don’t you remember?” Delta raised an eyebrow at him.

“He just woke up Delta, give him a minute,” Ross sighed.

Henry squeezed his eyes shut as memories flooded over him. “Shit…” He had been completely useless back there, having an episode in the middle of a gigantic fight. He was nothing but dead weight for his friends. Speaking of friends… “Where’s Sigma?” Henry asked, opening his eyes and looking over at the three of them.

Ross looked pained as Delta nervously scratched the back of his head. “We lost sight of him during the fight,” Ross told him honestly. “We… you were bleeding out Henry. We had to get you out of there as soon as possible.”

“What?!” Henry shot up and instantly regretted, He hissed and clutched his stomach, feeling like he had almost torn it open again.

“Hey! Easy there, Henry! You’ll tear open your stitches!” Ross warned him, gently trying to push Henry back down but the smaller man was having none of it.

“So you just left him behind!” Henry yelled, looking back and forth between Ross and Delta.

“We did everything we could!” Delta shot back. “You were dying Henry! I covered Ross long enough to get you out of there and went back to look for Sigma but… I couldn’t find him anywhere…” Delta’s voice trailed off, his gaze drifting down to the floor. Henry stared at them in shock for a moment as he let it all sink in. His friends had been trying to save his sorry ass… and poor Sigma had paid the price for it. Henry let himself fall back onto the couch, his hand clutched over his mouth as he tried to keep himself from screaming in frustration.

“He might not be gone.” Ross tried to comfort him. “We didn't find a body, he might have gotten out of there too. Once you’re all fixed up, we’ll go searching for him. We’ll find him, Henry, no matter what it takes.”

Henry wanted to be reassured by Ross’s words, but he felt worse than ever. How many times had his friends had to pick up his slack? How many times had his friends been put in danger because of him? The breakdowns, those… words that compelled him to obey and attack his friends… everything. He was nothing but a failure, dragging his friends down every step of the way. Maybe if he wasn’t around, they would have escaped Rapture by now, not stuck having to bail out a deadweight like him. This was his fault. They were better off without him. They didn't need someone like him. Moisture started building up in Henry’s eyes as he covered them with his arm, ashamed of how pathetic he must look right now.

“Don’t cry, Angel Dad,” Bendy said softly as he noticed the tears sliding down Henry’s face. “Everything’s gonna be okay, Daddy said it would be.”

“No, it’s not,” Henry could feel his breath hitching as despair started to set in “You… you should have just left me there,” Henry sobbed, clenching his other hand into a fist. “I’m just dragging you guys down. I’m… I’m so useless. You’d be better off without me. If weren’t for me, Sigma would still be-”

“Hey! You shut your mouth!” Delta yelled, his one eye turning yellow as he glared down at Henry. “Who the hell do you take us for? As if we would ever just leave you for dead!”

“Delta,” Ross shot the Big Daddy a warning look. Delta quieted down, but he was still clearly seething. Ross turned back to Henry and gently pulled his arm away from his face, revealing watery blue eyes. “Henry, listen to me,” Ross’s voice was steady as he grasped onto Henry’s hand. “We are not going to abandon you. Not now, not ever.” Henry took in a shaky breath as he let Ross’s words wash over him. “You are not useless. We just took on almost an entire splicer army. We’re lucky we even made it out of there alive.”

“But I… I…” Henry sputtered as his words failed him.

“Henry, you were the one leading us through that darkness earlier,” Ross reminded him. “And you were the first one to realize we were walking right into an ambush. We never would have made it this far without you, so don’t sell yourself short, alright?”

“And don’t sell us short either,” Delta added. “We’re not gonna leave you behind if you’re hurting, or if you need us. You help us but we’re gonna help you too. It’s a two-way street.”

“Yeah! What Dad said!” Bendy agreed happily. “Angel Dad isn’t useless, you fixed my bowtie for me!”

“We’re sticking together Henry, no matter what happens,” Ross informed him. “We’re gonna find Sigma, we’re gonna rescue my wife, and then we are getting the hell outta this place, and never looking back.”

Henry stared at his friends in shock, his emotions completely overwhelming him. Even though he knew it would be agonizing, Henry sat up and pulled Ross into a hug, sobbing loudly into his shoulder. The other man wrapped his arms around him as Delta kneeled down and started rubbing comforting circles into his back. Bendy climbed up onto the couch and snuggled up to Henry’s side, being careful of his injured stomach as he hugged the man. Henry could hardly believe it. Despite his breakdown back there, despite having been controlled to attack his friends before, despite everything, they were sticking by him. The stress, the fear and the overwhelming relief of knowing he was not alone filled Henry to the brim as he continued to cry into Ross’s shoulder, no doubt getting tears and snot all over the other man. Ross didn't seem to mind though and the four of them stayed like that for some time.

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Elsewhere in the studio, Sigma leaned against a wall, trying to catch his breath. He’d only just made it out of there alive, but he had completely lost his newfound allies. He looked up and realized that he had no idea where he had ended up. He had gotten completely turned around running away from those splicers.

Suddenly, a bright light turned on in front of him and Sigma raised up a hand so he wouldn’t be blinded by it.

“Hello? Someone there?” He called out cautiously. “I know you're in here. Come out and show yourself." Sigma tried to sound intimidating but he could tell his voice was shaking.

“I heard you're looking for a Little Angel?” A voice asked him. Sigma lowered his hand, his eyes widening in shock as they went on. “If you’re interested, I have a proposition for you that may help you get your lost angel back?”

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Work Out: Chapter 6

A/N: As promised here is chapter 6!! For some reason, tumblr decided to make this disappear. I was not happy. but here i am trying again. I do not own the Delta Sigma Theta’s of the Divine Nine. Soon I’ll explain how the girls [Geneva, Roxie and Miyah] met, along with an imagine for Gege’s birthday. Let me know if you wanna be tagged.

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Warnings: sexual themes [wrap it up yall!!]

Google translations: German

[ Geh zurück ins Zimmer baby. Ich werde bald da sein, Ich habe das verstanden] [Go back to the room baby. I’ll be there soon, I got this.

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-Florian’s POV-

Shifting in bed slightly, I noticed the bed was cold and voided of my girl. Last night was all a blur, but I remember bits and pieces. I had finally made Geneva my girlfriend and I couldn’t help but smile with sincerity.

“Baby girl! Are you up?” I called out into the stillness of the condo. Hearing a subtle bark I knew Dragon, her red pomsky, was awake and ready for the day.

Normally I’d play with him but I had other plans that I had in motion. Slipping on some basketball shorts; I stretched and got ready for the day. Feeding him a bit of his food, I headed towards the kitchen, that was offset by her laundry room where her dog would sleep.

“Yeah! I’m just getting the mail.” Seeing her smiling face again, made me realize how much of a good thing we have going. I made her happy; secure and well taken care of and that’s what she deserves from me. From anybody really. She’s been through enough as is.

“What’s up?” I wrapped my arms around her as she sipped her coffee mug, kissing the side of her face.

“Oh nothing. Just wanted to know where my girlfriend ran off to. Plus I have an idea for us to do something today, if you’re up for it?” The suggestive tone in my voice, earned me an arched brow in curiosity, through the toasters reflection.

“Depends on what it is, but what do you have in mind?”

“I want to try to spice up our sex life a bit. You know, jazz it up.”

“How exactly?” She turned in my arms and glanced up at me.

Kissing her nose, I smiled. “Well how about I treat you like I said I would? Elevate it a bit more.”

“How you do you wanna do this? Slow build or-”

“Nah not like that baby girl.” I picked her up this time, coffee mug forgotten, and headed back towards her room.

She squealed happily, holding on tightly. “Florian!”

“You’ll be screaming it later in a bit.” She playfully tapped my shoulder at that.

“Curiosity is killing me. So how are you going to elevate it? I don’t know any other way babe.” She had a genuine look of confusion. She looked at me like a little kid in trouble, as I sat on the bed with her in my lap.

“You know like sit on your throne?”

“But I already sit on your lap when we snuggle and- oh.” It finally clicked for her, with a shy expression.

“Are you ok with that? I mean we don’t have to if you’re not ready.” Rubbing her arms gently, I was trying to reassure her confidence a bit.

“I don’t know babe. I mean, I have never done it before and Jake never did it do I don’t know. I’m kind of on the fence about it.”

I could tell she was nervous. The way she avoided looking me in the eye; messing with her fingernails, her labored breathing with ever sentence. I had to let her know that she was always going to be safe with me.

“He never did? Well if you ask me, he wasn't a real man. What man doesn’t want his woman to ride his face? I know I do, because god damn you are gorgeous.”

The tint in her cheeks were visible and bright as ever, against her mocha sun-kissed skin. I kissed her nose gently, holding her hips, to reassure her.

“I trust you Flo. I made a promise to trust you, that I wouldn’t hide from you.”

“I appreciate that Gege. I am honored that you trust me to do this for you. Your deserve new experiences with someone who cares for you deeply.”

With a sweet smile and a nod, she slipped off the long sleeve shirt, and her boy shorts. Her lace red bra was the only thing left. Bracing herself on my lap, she looked deep into my eyes, and kissed me heatedly.

Gripping her hips, I kissed back with the same intensity and helped her slide up my body as I leaned back.

“Grip on to the headboard rails baby girl, you’re gonna need it.” I had her right above my tongue, dripping already and smelling so sweet. I got a hold of her thighs and blew a soft breath against her heated core.

“You’re so proud of yourself about this huh- oh shit.” The sound of her gasping and her body shaking a tad, stirred something in me to finally lick her up slowly.

I gripped on to her hips, as she moved forwards and backwards. “Flo-Florian. Don’t tease m-me...god damn.”

“Baby girl, you don’t even know the half of what I’m about to do.” I spoke in a husky tone, that bounced off the walls. I let out a warm puff of air against her sex that caused her to shiver, much to the delighted chuckle that escaped my lips.

As she pressed her chest to the wooden headboard, it was as if a prayer had been answered to hold on tight for security. My hands were secured on her hips still aside from the involuntary flexing of her muscles. It was all she could do to claw the wood, moaning and writhing from the waist up. She angled her hips down in search of my devious tongue as it just barely pressed into your folds I lowered you down a little more, still preventing her from squirming to the point I might nip her.

“Oh dear gods. Florian, right there.” Her breathing hitched and increased tenfold, as I growled gently into her wanting heat.

“Baby girl, you taste sweeter than before. I could spend all day feasting.” I encouraged, panting a little before gently leaving kisses on both thighs.

“Florian. Boy if you don’t- sweet Mary and Joseph…”

Finally giving in to my desires as well, my lips encircled her clit with, brushing it with his tongue in swift strokes that left her trembling and crying in relief. I could tell she want being driven mad yet, till she felt a gentle press of a finger at her entrance, not giving her long enough to gasp before slipping in.

It wasn’t long before a second and a third joined as well, making her toes curl in delight when she felt them both brush against her inner walls. Hitting her g-spot repeatedly, upon hearing her whimper once more.

At this point her hands had fisted the pillows beneath my head, flexing and pulling while she pleaded for release. Her orgasm so close she felt near frantic for it.

With a breathless chuckle, she bit her bottom lip and looked me in the eyes, continuing to ride my mouth. “You sly, little devil.”

Triumphantly, I gave her exactly what she craved. Sucking hard and strumming my fingers until she broke, weight falling fully into his hands and against the headboard.

Never letting a single drop go to waste, I licked her clean before sliding her down and next to me.

“You got me all over your face baby.” She whispered tiredly, kissing me gently as if to taste herself.

“Did you release on the bed? Florian I could’ve helped.”

“This was about you, my love. Besides the noises you made were enough to get me by.” With a shrug, I say up and grabbed the sheets heading towards the laundry room, to get a good wash going.

“Fine. But in the shower I owe you. Now come get me, I can move my legs.” Her gentle laughter brought joy to my life, as if the angels were singing.

Returning to her, I picked her up with ease, turning on the industrial shower head and helped her get it without falling.

“The king is very gentle with the queen.” She mumbled in my chest, wrapping her arms around me.

Kissing her under the running water of the shower head, felt like a fairytale. “He is. His queen is his world and nothing will stand in the way of that.”

“Now let the queen make her king feel good in return.” With ease, she kneels down in front of me. She guided my hand into her deep curly mane for good measure.

“The things you do to me.” Was the last thing I said before I closed my eyes in euphoric bliss.

-4 hours later-

“Why the fuck are you here?!”

“You’re still my wife so I have the right to be.”

“Hmm no the fuck you don’t. Get your shit and go”

Yelling this early? Might’ve been the tv. Glancing at the clock I noticed it was almost 2 in the afternoon, the bed was cold. We’ve must’ve taken a deep nap in the new sheets. Geneva might've gotten up, but who was she yelling at?

The curiosity got the best of me as I made my way downstairs, with Dragon following in tow, to see what the commotion was all about. Low and behold, it was one thing I loathed. Jake and his annoying ass.

Leaning against the near wall by the door, I was on my in my sweatpants that I could find laying around. It seemed to have pissed him off even more.

“Why is he here? You don’t live here Hercules.” His attempt to take a jab at me was useless. I got a real food laugh out of it though.

“He’s here because he’s my man that’s why. Practically lives here now.”

“Bullshit! You’re still married to me Geneva.”

With a roll of my eyes, I arched a brow in disbelief. “You cheated on her, and still think she’s supposed to stay loyal to you? As my friend Mike would say, you’re straight buggin.”

“You stole her from me. If anything your ass needs to get done, Romania.”

“Boys! Come on now. Jake you need to go. Florian, Geh zurück ins Zimmer. Ich werde bald da sein, Ich habe das verstanden.” She pinches the bridge of her nose and the room went silent. When did she learn German?

“Fine. I’m out. See you at the reunion Geneva.” Giving me a once over, I glared back at Jake before he slammed the door on his way out. I headed back upstairs to wait for Geneva.

“Ok when did you learn German, and how are you so good at the pronunciations?” Pulling her close to me by her waist, I was sitting on the edge of her bed.

There goes that sweet chuckle again. She massages the back of my head a little, sighing in content.

“While you were at home, in Germany, I bought a Rosetta Stone kit for German. Still learning though.”

“It’s not bad at all. I like it when you take charge though, you should do it more often. Why was he here for anyway?” Kissing her nose, she scrunches up her face.

“Well, you might get to see it more soon. My college reunion in tonight and I’m stepping with my sorority sisters. Would you like to be my date? That’s why he was here to ask me to go with him, just to keep his image up.”

“Draga, i'd love to. He doesn’t stand a chance.” Holding her hand, gently rubbing the back of her hand with my thumb, I saw the love in her eyes.

She walked towards her closet in search of the perfect outfit to show up and show out in. “No doubt. Alright, do you need a suit or do you have one already?”

“I’m sure I can find something at a short notice. Just gotta call up my suit guy real quick. I can meet you back here in 2 hours and we’ll be ready to go, ok?”

She nodded with a smile and kissed my head, before returning to her closet. I grabbed my sneakers and a shirt before leaving.

“I’ll see ya later babe.”

“Aight! See ya soon!”

-2 hours later-

I’m surprised she let me take the Range Rover, but I did and I’m glad for it. The suit was simple and well put together. The creases irons so sharp, it could cut through anything. Simple what T-shirts, casual dress shoes to complete it with a blazer. All that was missing was my chain, which I knew exactly where it was.

Calling out for her, I was caught in a trance. “Geneva, I’m back. I just need my chain and we can- holy wow.”

Wow was an understatement. She looked breathtaking walking down the stairs. The dress had a high on her thigh, leaving nothing to imagination. The deep plunge of her neckline was the icing on the cake. Showing off her figure, she smirked at me before fixing the lapels of the blazer for me. Man was I the lucky one

-Geneva’s POV-

“Darling, close your mouth before you let a fly in.” Patting his cheek gently, with a smile graced upon my ruby red painted lips, I placed his chain around his neck.

“I can’t help it draga. You look amazing, let me get a good look at you.” He grabbed my hand and spun me around a bit.

The wolf whistle caused my face to heat up. This man knows how to woo a woman by the simplest acts of kindness towards me.

“Damn girl you fine.”

I playfully hit his chest. “You need to stop hanging around my cousin. But thank you though. You look good too. Casket sharp, like goddamn.” Checking him out myself, he dusted off his shoulders with a cocky smirk.

“My bad. Thank you my love.” The unforgettable laugh of his was music to my ears. Glancing in the mirror at how good we looked, I had to take a picture. He kissed my head just in time for the perfect picture.

“Make sure you send that to me. I wanna show off my girl.”

“Boy, you play too much. Let’s go.” Adjusting my shorts under the dress, I fixed my hair one last time and headed for the car.

“What’s with the shorts babe?” He asked curiously.

“Oh you don’t know? I’m leading the step today. Oh baby boy, you gone learn how ruthless I can get. They don’t call me big sister Black Widow for nothing.” Sending a wink in his direction, we headed to the car.

-15 to 20 min later-

The vibes were alive I’m the convention center. All the graduates from Howard, came to New York for the reunion. Kinda strange but we needed a bigger place to commune.

Signing myself in, along with Florian as my date, I heard my name being called.

“Genevieve Leona Shaw. Girl!” Turning around to the sound of the voice, I couldn’t not believe my eyes.

“Amiyah? Oh my god!” Hugging my long time friend tightly I couldn’t help but tear up a bit. I haven’t seen her in a good while, and this reunion was just what we needed.

Getting a good look at each other a bit, she noticed a nervous looking Florian. “Girl you look good! Is that who I think it is?”

“Yes it is. Amiyah, this is my amazing and talented boyfriend Florian. Florian, this is one of my best friends Amiyah Leon. One of the best magazine publishers around.”

Florian looked so flustered at being the center of attention. I hype up those who have made a huge impact in my life. No matter what they’ve been through I will always be in their corner.

“Nice to finally meet you Florian. I’ve heard great things about you. So far you’re treating my sis here right, I like that.” Miyah formally shook his hand, offering a sweet smile.

“I will do everything in my power to keep her happy. You can count on it.” He was always a polite one to be around, and getting my friends approval meant everything to me.

“Good to hear. Hey soro, there’s another girl here that wants to say hi.” Miyah nudged me.

Giving her a quizzical look, I asked “Who?”

Miyah points behind me and I see Roxanne with Chris. I could not believe that she got him to come.

“Roxie!”

“Geneva!”

All three of us came together in a tight embrace, that was long overdue. When I first met these two girls in my dorm building, we formed a tight bond that was meant to be written in the history books.

We all ventured out to bigger and greater things after our class left. More degrees; bigger job opportunities, new friendships formed and we still remained in contact. All three of us are DSTs, so it brought us closer together when we pledged.

“Roxie you look so good, and you brought him with you. Christopher Rover Evans, get over here.” Reviving a hug from Chris was like a wholesome bear hug.

“Geneva, it’s good to see you again. This the boyfriend I’m guessing?”

“Yes it is. Roxie, Chris this is Florian. Florian this is Roxie, one of the best actresses I know. I’m sure you know Chris.” Introductions went underway and new folks made they way over to me to say hi.

The guys got along great. There was however one guy missing.

Sipping a bit of my champagne, I couldn’t help but. “Girl how did you get Chris away from Delilah to go with you?”

“Food my dear, it keeps up bonded. I made him lasagna the other night. Plus y’all know how I feel about him. She’s becoming a nuisance now and I can’t do jack shit about it.” I knew how Roxie felt about her childhood best friend, it hurt me to see her like this.

Even though she’s with Carter, who ain’t shit, she needs Chris. They need each other.

“What about you Miyah. Where’s your date?” Roxie arched brow quizzically.

“He’s over there with Chris and Florian actually. He just arrived.” The smirk on her first was confident and full of love when she saw her date.

Roxie and I both looked in the same direction, where the guys were, and low and behold it was Henry Cavill. We didn’t think they’d get back together after all they went through. But it’s good to see them working it out after all this time.

Cynthia and Destiny couldn’t make it do to them having work obligations and their husbands were on call.

As the reunion went on, the good vibes kept going and flowing, it was time for the main event to begin. Handing my shoes and purse to the coat check with the girls, we got ready.

“Baby boy, imma need you to be up front to watch your queen in command.” Placing a kiss on Florian’s cheek, I took his hand and had him up front with the guys.

“Do your thing baby girl.”

Pulling my hair up in a ponytail, popping my neck, I adjusted my shorts and got to work. Doing the Delta cry I got the crowd’s attention.

“Deltas! It’s been a minute since we’ve seen each other right?”

The girls, 23 in count, all agreed and I liked at Florian like a cheetah in heat. The look on his face was predator like, heat inducing. Two alphas fighting for dominance.

“So let’s show everyone, what it takes to be a Delta. I say now Deltas!”

“Yeah!”

“Girl, you lookin fly today.” I flipped my hair and smirked. I haven’t done this in a minute, and true look on my mans face was priceless. He’s never seen me in command, unless it’s in the bedroom.

“Well the Deltas look good everyday! We know how to work it, we show it with pride. I am forever a queen, there is no reason to hide!” Man I miss doing these.

As the music started, we strolled down and around the circle that formed around us. The energy the crowd threw at us was electrifying and just so positive. After finishing up the dance, I made my way back to Florian who couldn’t help but pick me up and spin me around.

“You were amazing. All of us were. You should be in control more often.” He presses a kiss on my nose, warning a cute giggle to erupt from me.

“I never disappoint, you know this baby.”

“Well look what the garbage dragged in.” That voice. That voice meant destruction in my world. He even brought Mandy with him. Oh joy.

Florian went into predator mode, shielding me from Jake. “You would think he’d learn his lesson last time about, personal space.”

“That little lunch you threw? Ha, that was nothing. You know-”

“Seems to me like it did. You got a shiner still. I know the story about it, make your move on what you want to do.” This time Chris stepped up and I was shocked. Did the boys all become friends I’ve the span of an hour?

“Mr. Big Shot himself, Chris Evans. Look bro, this is between me and Geneva. Not any of y’all.” Jake made his way towards me and I pushed him back.

“Mandy you better get your toad before I fry him.”

She scoffed and made her way in my face. “My toad? Really? You're one to talk about someone being an animal. Look at you, so out of touch with being human. Do us all a favor and-” I don’t know what came over me but, I’m glad it did.

I smacked the hell out of Mandy, in her face, and the sound echoed in the grand hall of the hotel. Roxie and Miyah had to hold me back as I tried to kick her.

“Count your blessings babies. You ain’t pregnant anymore, I can really fuck your shit up now!” I couldn’t fight against the hold anymore. I had to catch my breathing.

Mandy walked out the room with her face red and some of her pride left.

“Geneva you need to calm the fuck down. You’re the one who needs to learn about personal space. I just wanna make amends with you, baby girl.”

“Make amends my ass. You came to her house unannounced and caused a scene, from what I was told. You’re the one who needs to learn boundaries.” Henry chimed in and shocked us all. Amiyah felt so much pride from her man, or whatever he is with her. I had an even bigger tribe and I couldn’t be happier.

Florian sucked his teeth. “I suggest you run along before I hurt the other eye of yours. Karma is a bigger bitch than me.”

“I will get you back one way or another Geneva. Just you wait.” He gave the group a once over before looking for Mandy.

“I can’t catch a break. I'm hungry, let's go eat y’all.” I sighed gently and rubbed my head.

-2 hours later-

After the scene had calmed down, the group decided to have dinner at Fogo De Chao. Who could turn down some meat on a skewer?

After feasting for what seemed like ages, we all chatted it up and enjoyed each other's company.

“So how long have you two been dating?” Roxie asked.

We both looked at each other before, I spoke up. “I’d say a few months. We’ve known each other for a year or two.”

“Met on set for Creed 2, through her cousin Michael. The rest is history.” I felt his lips on my forehead for the umptenth time tonight, I hide my face in his neck.

Miyah chuckled sweetly. “Y’all are cute. You better be treating her right, Munteanu.”

“I am, and I always will. Nothing in this world means more to me than her happiness.” He looked directly into my eyes, which were hypnotizing.

“I love you Geneva. So much and I hope I can prove to you that you deserve everything and anything in the world.” He held my hand and I felt tears pricking my eyes. They fell down my cheeks and I had to catch my breath.

I haven’t felt love like this in so long, this was all so surreal to me. I didn’t think I’d be enough for anyone to love me. I felt damaged and used, to the point where I thought I wasn’t good enough for anyone. I had to say something and quick.

“I love you too Florian. I love you so much.” Resting my forehead against his, hearing our friends cheer us on. It was magical.

Henry proposed a toast to us and everyone gathered around. “To Geneva and Florian. Here’s to many more ‘I love yous’ and many more great adventures.”

“To Geneva and Florian!”

We shared a sweet kiss and it ended my losing streak. This was going to be a great beginning with him and I couldn’t wait to see what it all entails.

“You owe me cuddles now baby.” I whispered against his cheek.

He chuckled and held me close. “Deal my love. I got you.”

#florian munteanu #florian munteanu fanfic #florian munteanu x poc oc #florian x geneva #genevieve shaw #geneva shaw #sevyn streeter #work out chapter 6

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ultradiplr · 5 years ago

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Sleep Aid

A Si/Oc x Sigma fanfiction

Plot: Uahi and Sigma are up late from insomnia, stressed and jittery from the day’s activities, they decide to do something to relax.

Tags: Mutual M, Age Difference, Size Difference, Original Female Character, Dirty Talk. Literally just “What if we did X? Haha, just kidding…. Unless?” Comedy-ish. Bad porno. Idk man.

A/N: Self indulgent AF because I’ve decided I need to establish that Uahi and SIgma have “that” kind of relationship - Just a couple of buddies being pals and doing a little bonding. Also The Beast: Part 2 is still getting written, I just had a rough few days and wrote this dumb thing to make myself feel better.

Uahi laid on what constituted as Sigma’s bed in his lab as she watched him write and rewrite an equation on a board. Her eyes followed the motions of his hands droopily, exhausted from the day’s training yet stupidly wide awake, untapped stores of energy still inside her with no way of getting out at this time at night.

Sigma was in much the same boat, exhausted by a tedious little meeting that went on much later than he expected. Tired yet completely alert, his mind running through a million things at once, a million things that could be done tomorrow, yet his body was forcing him to do them now, even as the numbers and letters he wrote were starting to look more and more like gibberish to his straining eyes.

The two of them usually sat up late together like this, both insomniacs on even their best days, but tonight just felt especially ridiculous as the clock ticked by, showing the time in bold red numbers.

03:00 AM.

Uahi stretched out on his bed which was much, much larger than her and custom made to fit Sigma’s large body, usually it was a delightful haven for her sore and battered body after a long training day, but tonight it just felt so.. Uncomfortable. No matter how much she twisted and turned, no matter the weird angle she tried to place her limbs in, no matter what she tried she just could not get comfortable.

“Siiiiigmaaaa.” She groaned, loudly, defeated.

Sigma sighed and wiped down his board again, whatever he had written not making any sense to him. “Yes?” He asked, hearing Uahi groan.

“I’m tired.” She grumbles behind him, saying similar multiple times tonight.

“I know, but what can we do?” He says with a sigh, going back to writing… something, on the board.

“Masturbate.” She says before letting out a long “Ayyyyyy.”

Sigma cracks a tired smile at the sound of her fake bostonian accent, easily imagining her shooting him finger guns while saying it. He rolls his eyes a little. Even while completely exhausted his friend didn’t miss an opportunity for a crude joke, how admirable.

A stretch of silence settled between them, with only the squeaking of his pen against the board as Sigma wrote another batch of equations and Uahi’s steady breathing as she stared up at the ceiling and watched a few wisps of her hair flow above her.

The idea felt like it hung in the air between them. The two had always been pretty flirtatious with one another, dirty jokes and innuendos a common part of their bantering, but for some reason this instance felt… different. Maybe it was the lack of sleep lowering their inhibitions but the idea of getting off right now sounded really… nice. The total relaxation afterward would probably make trying to sleep easier. It’s worked for them, separately, before...

Doing it now wasn’t that much different from doing it alone… right?

“Haha, that’s a weird thought, right?” She laughed awkwardly and sat up a little on her forearms, looking over at him.

Sigma is blushing as he looks back at her, too tired to really try and hide it and Uahi unconsciously bites her lip at the sight, he’s always looked so handsome when he blushed. His eyes roamed her body, taking in her relaxed pose and the loose sleeping clothes she wore, admiring her curves and muscles and the intricate tattoos on her arms before his eyes slid up to her face lingering on her lips for a moment before meeting her gaze.

“Unless…” His tone has shifted just a little and it’s her turn to blush, causing him to smile.

It wasn’t that different… right?

Sigma put his pen down and gently drifted toward Uahi on his bed, who sat up completely and shuffled back until her back hit a wall, eyes locked with his as he came closer and cheeky smile plastered on her face.

“Damn, didn’t know it was so easy to get you into bed.” She teased as he sat down on the edge and took off his day clothes, throwing them to the side, and leaving himself in an undershirt and boxer briefs.

“To be fair, this is my bed,” He scooted back until his back met the wall next to her, dwarfing her a little in comparison to him, even sitting down, “What should it mean that you’re already here?”

“That you can’t take a hint.” She stuck her tongue out at him and he chuckled.

Settling in next to her, his legs outstretched in front of him, he stretched and yawned, relaxing against the wall, already feeling a sort of warmth pool at the pit of his stomach, the reality of what they were going to do slowly seeping into him.

Uahi felt a little jittery, excitement and embarrassment mixing into a concoction that made her want to both get on with it and to just get up and leave right now, filling her with more restless energy.

They sat silently next to each other, neither knowing exactly how to start, before she piped up “You wanna see my favorite porno?” she asked.

“What?” That sort of caught him off guard and he blinked down at her, face going red again.

“I mean, we’re not just going to try and do this alone, right?” She asked as she got on her knees and crawled toward the edge of the bed, reaching under it.

“I guess not,” He started, looking off to the side a little, feeling a little sheepish. “truth be told, I didn’t really think about it.”

She snorted and brought up his smartpad, talon issued, and most likely monitored. He tried not to use it much outside of his work because of that, but it seemed Uahi had no qualms with using it for any personal activity she wanted as she scooted back next to him, already tapping away in the search menu. As a video loaded up, the title of witch he didn’t catch, she held it up in front of them, and knowing what she wanted without her asking, he suspended it in the air. It was a little funny, they’ve done similar for watching normal movies together, ironic that they’d do the same for a dirty one.

Uahi leaned against him as the video started playing, and she smiled when he heard him scoff at the title, “O-asis University 7: The Hard Professor.”

“Really? This your favorite dirty movie?” He asked as he watched the video open with a stock video of the city and university.

“Oh, so you’ve seen it before.” She said, wriggling her eyebrows.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed, smiling, “No, but I’ve heard of the series… can’t believe they made seven.”

“They’ve made thirty actually, but I dropped off after seventeen.” She said nonchalantly.

The scene transitioned into a classroom set, shot on a cheap camera of course, though he could give them props for somehow finding something similar to the actual rooms at the University, at least from what he could remember.

“Why did you drop it?” He asked, the talking easing him into the fact he really was going to watch a porno with her.

“Recasting mostly,” She shrugged, “My two favorite actors had such good chemistry, when they got replaced it just wasn’t the same.”

There were two characters on screen, an older but handsome man wearing an ill fitting and cheap looking suit, obviously the ‘hard” professor, and a woman wearing an equally cheap looking knock off of the uniforms there only more… revealing. Their innuendo filled dialogue was a bit cringy on paper, but the delivery was actually done pretty well, by porn parody standards. Sigma snorted at a particularly awful joke and Uahi giggled, and it went on like that through the painful introduction. When it finally got to actual sex he had to admit, it seemed almost believable, and sort of personal, but it wasn’t really his cup of tea if he was being honest.

He looked over to Uahi to make an observation about the whiteboard in the background containing an interesting equation but when he saw the way her eyes focused on the screen, face red, and worrying her lip between her teeth, he was shut up instantly, feeling his blood run hot at the sight.He watched as Uahi began to fidget a little, her hands balling into her shirt as she watched with rapt attention, legs subtly rubbing together as she got worked up. It was strangely cute… and very arousing. He felt himself harden a little as she shifted around, pressing her thighs together as the scene turned rougher.

Uahi meanwhile was just too focused on what was unfolding to notice Sigma’s staring, the sense of drama and story elements always able to suck her in before the fucking really solidified her attention. She loved the series with her whole heart, and the unfolding relationship between Professor Richard Longhard and Kitty Galore was always her favorite sub plot, plus they were both hot as all hell.

As the dear professor bent his student over his desk and began teasing her with a light spanking, Uahi’s fingers just about dipped into the waistband of her sleeping shorts, only pulling at it slightly, holding off from actually touching herself due to where she was, still sort of hesitant.

Sigma noticed this and held back a groan, a hand cupping himself through his boxers as the other flexed on his thigh, attention completely on Uahi as she became a bigger and bigger mess, hair rising higher and higher she got hotter and hotter.

There was a loud moan coming from the screen and Sigma looked back at it and caught the “hard professor.” slowly stuffing his large meat into the smaller woman while he leaned over her on the desk, whispering something in her ear.

“He has such a pretty dick.” Uahi’s voice came out strained, tinted by the faintest whine but full of desire.

“Not the sort of description I would use.” Sigma said, trying to hold back the waver in his voice as he watched too.

Uahi smiled, “Why, what does your dick look like?~” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows, leaning up into his side.

He gulped and nudged her back playfully, causing her to giggle, “Perfectly normal, if you must know.”

“Really, not old and wrinkly like you?” She teased harder, hand snaking its way up and into the side of his shirt, small and hot against his skin, tickling his ribs a little.

He swatted her away again, laughing, and she giggled, shifting so that her back was toward the hovering smartpad now and looking at him, “Come on, out with it, I wanna see~” She said, looking at him expectantly, face red with a large, goofy smile.

He chuckled, nerves kind of on fire now that her attention was all on him with his erection so painfully obvious in his briefs. He shifted a little, feeling awkward. He didn’t want to stop, but he definitely didn’t want to be the only one who was exposed.

Uahi saw his hesitance and she realized she probably should break the ice a little first. Quickly, so as not to let herself lose confidence, she pulled her shorts off her legs and threw them over the side of the bed.

His breath hitched, his eyes went wide, his face somehow grew hotter and his hard cock throbbed as Uahi crawled over his leg and sat between his knees, which he widened to make room for her. She sat down and slowly opened her legs for him, making his mouth grow dry as she revealed her wet core to him.

She felt emboldened by his focused, wide eyed but dazed stare at her, fighting to urge to cover herself as she leaned back onto her forearms. “Your turn, old man.” She said with a wink, and shot him the smuggest smile she could muster in her slowly dizzying state.

Sigma gulped, eyes focused on her glistening lips, as his thumbs hooked into his waistband, slowly lowering it down. His cock sprang up as the cloth moved off it, hitting him softly in his stomach, and he heard Uahi’s breath hitch at the sight. His gaze moved to her face, and the look she was giving him matched the way she was looking at the video earlier, making his cock throb and his heart clench.

It was not in fact, wrinkly or old, or “perfectly normal” either, he was huge, thick and long, and with a sprinkling of salt and pepper hair at the base. Already leaking a little, and having a beautifully delicious red tip, it made her mouth water.

“It’s uh… wow… you’re big.” Her voice sounded breathless and he smiled inwardly at it, his ego and confidence getting a sizable boost from that.

“Think I match up with Professor Longhard?” He joked, and she snorted a laugh,

“Honestly I think you’re bigger.” And it was his turn to laugh.

This felt good, nice, two friends just.. Hanging out.

Uahi leaned over to one arm as her other hand snaked up from beside her and petted her mound in front of him, not touching herself, but just teasing a little. Sigma hummed in approval and his own hand began to lightly feel up his cock, even with his hand wrapped around it at his base a good five inches stood out of his grasp. She drooled a little at the sight and moved her fingers lower over her sex, lightly running it around her lips. She shivered at the feeling, but Sigma could do nothing more than watch and start to move his own hand on his hard cock.

Uahi slipped her own fingers between her slick folds, gathering the wetness and spreading them around, loving the way Sigma moaned at the sight, his hand slightly picking up speed. She spread herself with her fingers with a wink and actually laughed at the way he choked.

“You’re a dirty girl, you know that?” He said with a glare, his hand squeezing himself for more delicious pressure.

“Mhmm, a dirty girl for a dirty old man.” She replied, licking her lips and fluttering her eyes in a very faux sexy manner which made him roll his eyes.

She slipped a finger in herself carefully, and Sigma groaned as he watched it disappear, hand following her speed. She tensed a little at it, more sensitive than she expected, and let out a shaky sigh. She slipped another finger in too, and began to pump them into herself in a steady rhythm, moaning as he began to leak pre at the sight.

“So Beautiful.” The words slipped from his mouth without realizing it, and her body flushed darker.

She moaned and fell back to free her other arm, hand going to rub at her clit, his words hitting her like a freight train with desire. She rolled her hips, the new stimulation putting her closer and closer to the edge.

She was watching him, pupils blown wide with desire, turning her dark brown eyes almost black. He groaned at the sight of her, laid almost bare before him, looking at him with hunger, playing with herself in front of him, watching him, watching his hands and face and his swollen cock. He shifted, shaking as he did, and arched over her, one arm bracing himself next to her head as he continued rutting into his hand, the tip of his cock so achingly close to her core.

“What are you thinking of?” he asked, breathlessly above her flustered face, head framed by the twisting and writhing wisps of her hair..

She bit her lip, looking off to the side, “Y-you.” She said, her voice needy and… vulnerable.

His heart fluttered at the admission and the tone, “And what about me?” He asks, hotly yet tenderly.

She whines and her hips leave the bed for a moment, “Fuck.. i don’t know, just… your stupid handsome face and your stupid big cock and just...” she grinds out before shutting her eyes tightly and taking a moment to breath.

His hand cups her face with his free hand and she leans into it, when she opens her eyes, they’re dark and focused, a dangerous, hungry look.

“I’m thinking about you Sigma, and you, splitting me open.” Her voice was shaky, needy, wanton.

She lifts her hips again, rolling them, making the faintest hint of contact between them and making him moan and stutter his hips. She laughed breathlessly, nuzzling into his hand,

“I want you to ruin me~” She said, fluttering her eyes, and taking his thumb into her mouth.

He flexed his thumb in her mouth to push on her tongue, moaning at the feel of her soft wet mouth as he hunched over her, imagining himself doing what she asked. Of him dipping his hips lower, just a bit lower, and hilting inside her in one hard thrust. Thrusting inside her at a brutal pace, causing her to scream, to beg, to cry for him. To hold onto him like her life depended on it as he fucked her open, more open than she probably ever been. God, he wanted to ruin her too, wanted to touch and taste and just… destroy her.

He squeezed his cock as he felt his balls tighten, his climax coming soon at the images she’s conjuring up, but he didn’t want to cum, not yet, not until she does.

He dipped his head down next to her, “You’d be such a good girl you’d let me do that, right? Let me tear you open? Use you? Would that make you happy?” He whispered into her ear, a bit frantic but dripping with arousal.

She nodded her head a little, his thumb in her mouth, whining around the finger, her hips picking up more as her fingers worked herself faster. He joined her in that fact, thrusting harder into his tight, wet hand above her, frantically trying to chase and hold off his own end.

“You look so pretty like this, such a pretty mess, and a mess all for me.” His words where making her stomach flip and twist, too soft, too tender, too loving, she wanted to cry and laugh and kiss him and hear him say more, but she felt herself starting to peak and she could do nothing but cry out around his thumb.

“S-si-gma.” Her broken sob made his heart clench as she tensed up under him.

Seeing her come undone was a trigger for his own and he muffled his cry in the mattress as he bit down beside her head. He tensed and shook as he tried to keep himself up, feeling himself empty a thick load, his hand pumping every last drop out of him as he chased the high longer. When he finally finished, he collapsed beside her, panting.

A few minutes of them doing nothing but panting and contemplating what they just did passed before Uahi broke the silence again with a laugh, a genuine, bubbly laugh, that had him joining quiet easily.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” She said clapping a hand over her eyes, astonished

“Me neither, that was quite an… experience.” He looked at her, smiling, still a little out of breath. “Are you alright?”

She turned and faced him, scooting closer, “Yeah, I am, it was fun.” she said with a yawn.

He wrapped an arm around her and brought her into his side until she could rest her head on his shoulder, “I guess it’s finally time to sleep.”

The two began to drift asleep, warmth seeped into their bones, completely relaxed against each other, and basking in the warmth of each other's presence. As they were on the cusp of sleep a thought occurred to Uahi,

“Sigma, what happened to the smartpad?”

#Sigma #Sigma Overwatch #Overwatch Sigma #Siebren de Kuiper #original female character #Sigma/Oc #Sigma/Uahi

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thetaboochristian · 5 years ago

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Some Mother’s Day Musings

Ok, so this post is going to hit a few different angles, as it relates to motherhood. I’ll mention a little bit about my mom, but I’m also going to throw a couple other philosophical ideas in here too the most people might not think about when it comes to Mother’s Day.

I’m totally not going to mention anything about “Rebecca” in this post, nothing really positive or negative, even though yes technically I mean she is the mother of my son... she has a new husband to celebrate her in that regard and that’s fine. I still love my son “Aaron” and... “Rebecca” has still taught him some good things despite all of the conflict you’ve already heard about in my previous content, and I believe that my son will still learn some great things from her in the future.

Ok so moving on from that, I want to first say thanks to my mom for all of the crazy things she put up with as I was growing up and even during much of my 20′s, since I still had to be around her a lot for work even when I wasn’t living with her anymore.

Even though my mom and I have certainly had our rough patches, my relationship with her is WAY better than my relationship with my dad. With my Autistic brother requiring most of her attention growing up, and my dad not around or doing stuff with me that often, I spent most of my childhood alone. I mean yeah, my mom fed me and took care of my basic needs, but I spent most of my day playing or researching stuff on my own, or day dreaming... lots of day dreaming and philosophizing, even as a little kid.

You see, my mom feels kind of bad that she couldn’t spend more time with me as a kid, and while I understand it, it shaped me in a way that has helped me a great deal in my life as an adult. All of that time spent alone helped me become the intrepid researcher, scientist and philosopher that I am today. Because of that upbringing, I don’t mind being alone most of the time, and aside from my current desire for a wife (a good one this time around), I don’t have much NEED for friends, though I don’t mind socializing with others as long as they aren’t @$$holes and the socialization isn’t impeding on some big important project that I want to get done for my business or personal development.

So thanks mom, for loving me and supporting me through all of the awkward stages of my teens and early twenties as I figured out what I wanted to do and become in life. {*I’m writing this in her honor, but I sure as heck would never let her read this, or my blog as a whole that is at least, because I DEFINITELY don’t want her seeing some of the other things I’ve written about... they’re just not things that parent’s and their children want to hear or know about each other.*}

Ok so now, I’m going to get into something a little bit more abstract, regarding the mothering instinct and heart.

This is going to get a little spiritual here.

In Christianity, God is referred to as Heavenly Father, and if you believe the Bible is true, then you know that God Himself spoke that to people, told them that He was a He... however, God made human kind in God’s likeness... both the male and the female. So, in reality, while God may assume the form of a man/father, God also contains the feminine nature and mother-heart. God has an equal amount of masculine and feminine qualities inside of Him, in His heart and soul and mind.

Interestingly enough, though I’ve often times considered what I’m about to say next as a curse, I noticed something interesting about myself when I thought about this concept of God’s dual masculinity and femininity. So... I am a man who has a good amount of masculine nature inwardly and outwardly, but I also have... maybe a little bit more of a feminine nature within my heart than most men do. I’m not effeminate, as like a gay man would be, but I think I have an interesting blend of masculine and feminine traits that makes me much more like God and Jesus than I once thought.

You see, Astrologically speaking, I am an Aries/Pisces cusp... I’m a mix of the two signs based upon when I was born. Aries is the MOST Alpha (Type A) of all the signs, and Pisces is the MOST Beta (or Type B) of all the signs. Aries is the most Masculine in terms of personality and behavior, and Pisces is the most Feminine in terms of personality and behavior. I would say that if I had to really break it down, I’m 65% masculine and 35% feminine overall, in regards to my personality, world view and lifestyle.

When it comes to tackling tasks that need to get done, or trying to fix some urgent problem that could wreak havoc on me or my family if it isn’t resolved soon, I’m 100% Aries mode, I’m like a bulldozer with nitrous tanks and a turbo! I’m attacking that problem with everything I’ve got and people better stay the heck out of my way and not hinder me unnecessarily.

When it comes to socialization, I either have nothing to say or I’m almost too chatty. I never know which one is going to come out of me when I’m in a given situation. I guess I’m more feminine when it comes to having conversations with people.

When it comes to romance, I start off VERY Pisces-like (feminine), very slow and gentle and wanting to rub, cuddle, nuzzle and slow kisses, etc. Then, once that has started, I start turning more and more Aries-like again (masculine), increasing in intensity regarding the forcefulness of my touching, kissing, and expressing my burning flame through my voice and words. This is where I need a girlfriend/fiancé/wife who’s OK with being told blatantly X-Rated things that I want to do to her OR for her, once we’ve reached the point in our relationship where we’ve had the talk and know each other’s “Yes and No” list. If she can’t handle and enjoy dirty talk during the right times, she’s not the one for me. I need a woman who will let me fully express my sexual energy to her through words, and who will do the same to me.

Once it gets to sex (which is only within marriage according to the principles I practice), I will naturally repeat the cycle of Pisces-like first, and Aries-like a few minutes in, and I’ll alternate back and forth throughout the time together unless she asks specifically for one or the other primarily. It really though, boils down to “Vanilla” days and “Not-Very-Vanilla” days, regarding my desires and expressions of them within a marriage.

When it comes to managing a house hold, parenting, finances, etc, I’m very masculine. While I care about people’s feelings, they don’t come before the structure, cleanliness and integrity of our house, car, bank account, etc. I will NOT let my kid make huge messes, or I will ONLY let him make messes in designated places. I don’t mind saying NO to something that my kid would find fun if it can’t be done without damaging something in my house/car or wracking up a bunch of debt for something that’s not a necessity.

Finally, when it comes to movies, TV shows and books, I kind of rapidly cycle between Masculine and Feminine. Basically, anything in a story, show or movie that typically makes most women cry, it will make me cry too. I can’t help it. I really can't! Sometimes I’ve even gotten more teary eyed and emotional over something than my mom or one of my exes did. While that might be kind of embarrassing in one way, it shows what a genuinely caring and empathetic person I am. If I see something on TV about a little girl in a hospital bed and they bring in a therapy dog for her to pet and she get’s all excited and emotional about it, I’ll usually get a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes.

Same thing applies to tragic stuff in movies and shows. When there’s a 100 car pile up in the middle of a blizzard and people are trapped and freezing and rescuers have to go around and help people... that makes me tear up. When someones’ loved one is dying in a hospital bed... it makes me cry. I REALLY took it hard when I read 50 Shades of Grey and got to the end of the first book in the series and Christian Grey whipped Anastasia with a belt really hard over and over and she got so upset and cried and ran away and said to the effect of “WTF is wrong with you?! How can you enjoy doing something like this to a woman?!” I know that in the next story, Christian eventually learned his lesson and felt sorry and changed and became a better person, but my goodness... I understand LIGHT bondage/“Soft-Dom” and I’ve kinda grown into my interest in that (both to give and receive it in my next marriage if she’s willing), but I just can’t understand people who get pleasure out of INTENTIONALLY trying to inflict pain on other people. I guess I thought about it from the perspective of what I would or would never do to a woman who I loved. Arguments and hurt feelings are inevitable but physical harm... I could NEVER do.

What’s so interesting about my Masculine/Feminine balance is, if you read the descriptions for Aries signs and Pisces signs, I’m like a 95% accurate match to BOTH of them, even though they are pretty opposing. This strange combination probably played a large part in what made me into a “Sigma Male”.

You’ve heard of “Alpha Males” and “Beta Males”, “Alpha Females” and “Beta Females”, but a SIGMA is one who has a unique balance of both Alpha and Beta characteristics, but this doesn’t make them “average”... it makes them incredibly special and unique. Most people are only either Alpha OR Beta (though there are some other types that are less common, like Omegas who just sit around all day goofing off and have no ambition or drive for anything except video games, internet and junk food.)

But anyway, SIGMA men and women are like lone wolves, they have some big grand mission in life that they want to accomplish, and they care little for the rules of Social Hierarchy. They can be friends with pretty much any clique but are rarely close to anyone except a romantic partner. They find socialization a waste of time many times, and prefer to spend most of their time doing something productive or pleasurable. Sigmas are the Christian Grey’s of the real world, in the sense that they prefer to be rich, mostly isolated people who are ABLE to socialize and be a people person but like to do so only when it fits their schedule. Minus the abuse part, I saw A LOT of similarities between Christian Grey and myself when it comes to how I would structure and manage my life if I had a lot of money. I’d be just like him, just with Christian moral values and no sadomasochism. If you look at all the other personality traits and world views, etc that he has, it’s probably 75-80% similarity to my thoughts and feelings and interests and world views.

While I couldn’t find any lists of famous people who are Sigmas, I did find some links to webpages that explain Sigma’s in more detail. Even if it says it applies to Males, the characteristics pretty well cross over to women too, and I know because I used to date a Sigma girl, and she was the best girlfriend I ever had, even though we eventually broke up.

Here are the links:

https://herway.net/life/11-traits-define-sigma-male/

https://hackspirit.com/sigma-male-11-things-they-do-and-how-you-can-become-one-too/

https://www.zoosk.com/date-mix/dating-advice/sigma-male/

https://www.aconsciousrethink.com/9304/sigma-males/

SO... in closing...

What does all this Sigma stuff have to do with Mother’s Day and mothering nature? Well... I believe that Sigma men (straight ones that is) have a particularly high amount of “mothering instinct” without being effeminate or seeming devoid of masculinity. I believe that Sigma men and women both exhibit the most “God-like” or “Christ-like” nature just how they naturally are. I believe that it’s probably fair to say that GOD is probably a Sigma... if He had to be classified as having one specific personality type. God is the epitome of Masculinity AND Femininity (in all of their good ways), and I think that Sigma men and women are also like that... the best balance of Masculine and Feminine in one being.

Come to think of it, my mom seems an awful lot like a Sigma to me, now that I think about it... and while my dad is a little bit more “Beta”, he also has a good bit of “Alpha” traits too, so when I consider what both my mom and dad are like, maybe that’s where I got my Sigma traits from... but more so from my mom... I’m sure.

My dad for the most part taught me what I did NOT want to do or be like, and my mom for the most part taught me what I DID want to be like. Come to think of it, now looking back I think that my mom’s dad (who recently passed) seemed a lot like a Sigma male too. Maybe that’s where my mom got her’s from. My grandpa on my mom’s side taught her how to be a good hearted person and how to not take advantage of people or be greedy. He taught her how to be financially responsible and care for those in need who can’t help themselves. While some of my mom’s siblings may have not adopted all of those good life lessons and characteristics, thank God that my mom did.

While I may not have much good to say about my Dad or most of the people on his side of the family, I am sure thankful to have had all of the good lessons, teachings, foundation and love that came from my mom’s side of the family, which my mom passed on to me and lavished upon me, even when nobody else had my back.

:) <3

Until next time, take care and God Bless!

“Luke Davidson” - Author of The Taboo Christian book and blog

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