#sorry to focus on the word usage i just think it's good to use intentional language!

[welcome-to-headcanons]

Providence sometimes contemplates how crackheads like JoJo get into heaven. Although everyone gets angry Providence has her own way around things without (too much) violence. Or so you think. she leads you to believe she's a kind hearted soul, but she would smite you.

Hey! I am going to assume you mean crackhead as in someone who is silly and full of energy!

I'd like to believe you can do as many drugs as you want in heaven.

I mean depending on source material Providence has shown a penchant for anger revenge and violence so I think you're right

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Highs and Lows

Tw: mentions of deaths, drug usage/drug abuse, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, and yandere themes

It had been a while since you felt that sense of belonging, that familial security. After what had happened to your family the Zarick’s had been kind enough to open themselves and their home up to you. They made you feel like family and not some charity case. They were all so loving and inviting, you couldn’t believe just how lucky you’d gotten.

That was until tragedy struck once again. Joey had died in a freak accident on the way home from school.

You weren’t the same after what happened to Joey and no one should have expected you to be, especially since you had witnessed the accident first hand. You were traumatized and scarred. All you saw when you closed your eyes was the same horrific scene repeating and it wouldn’t stop.

When you thought things couldn’t get worse Wiliam died shortly after finding out about Joey. You could still remember his reaction, how he ran out of the house with some kind of intention in mind, leaving you and Denise in pieces. You never would be able to know what he had planned when he abruptly left that night.

If only you knew it would be the last time you saw him, maybe you could have tried harder to stop him.

After that Blue Valley didn’t seem like home anymore. Denise just wanted to get away from anything and everything that reminded her of what she and you both lost. You were more than willing to leave when she brought up moving. You wanted to get away just as much as her. Everywhere you looked you were haunted by the memories of two loving people who were taken away far too early. It was just you and Denise now and you both wanted nothing more than to leave your ghosts behind.

Everything was set and ready to go. Denise even seemed more rushed than before to leave Blue Valley behind. The two of you were in the car and everything seemed normal. The radio was playing but it was only to fill the silence. Neither of you knew what to say, a part of you felt guilty for leaving yours and the Zarick’s home. It felt like you were abandoning Joey and William but that warmth from before just wasn’t there anymore.

Everything seemed so cold and dark, like all the light had been sucked out. This place was only a reminder of sadness and hurt. Even the good times couldn’t outweigh the burden in your hearts.

It was quiet for a while longer before Denise spoke up, “This is for the best, (Y/n). There was nothing left in Blue Valley. Not anymore. It’s just us now.” She was trying to keep her voice from breaking and you were trying to keep your tears at bay, but you knew she was right.

You were all she had now and she was all you had.

And that was the last thing on your mind before a crashing noise hit your ears. Both you and Denise were sent rolling.

When you open your eyes again, you were waking up in the hospital back in Blue Valley. You were obviously hurt, body aching from the ordeal it had been through. It’s only when you try to sit up that you realize you aren’t alone.

A firm, yet gentle, hand pushes you to lay back down. Looking up, you’re greeted by a man you’ve never met before. You’re too caught up in your staring and confusion to realize he’s speaking, “You shouldn’t try and strain yourself. Not after the ordeal you’ve been put through.”

Once you’re laying back comfortably again, the man fixes his suit and heads back to a chair off in the corner, you assume he had been occupying it before you awoke.

It’s unsettling to say the least and all the more ominous, the way he stares at you that is. His gaze is intense and it scares you. It’s like he’s trying to see everything that you are and everything you’ve ever been. The coldness of the room doesn’t help ease your anxiety. If anything it adds to it, making you feel all the more vulnerable.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t properly introduced myself. I am Jordan Mahkent, I am- well, I was a friend of William’s.” Oh, so he was familiar with your past adoptive father? That made you feel a little more at ease.

“Oh, um...okay. By chance do you know where Denise is? I would really like to see her.” For some reason it feels like the room’s gotten colder. It doesn’t help that you can’t quite read the expression on Jordan’s face. That is until it turns into one of sympathy.

“I’m sorry, Y/n, but Denise didn’t make it.” You could feel all the air leave your sore lungs. What the hell was he talking about? Denise didn’t make it? But she had been right next to you the last you remember.

Throat dry you try to speak again, “What so you mean? She was there, I was with her and she was fine!” You’re choked up, tears streaming down your face. You don’t even notice that Jordan is now sitting next to you, wiping your tears away with a hand considerably colder than normal. He’s trying to be comforting but all you can focus on are his words echoing in your head.

“I’ve got you, Y/n. I’m here for you now.”

////

There wasn’t a single day that passed without Jordan visiting you. You had to stay awhile longer in the hospital to recover, especially given you had woken up from a coma due to the crash. You didn’t mind though, you didn’t feel right being back in Blue Valley and you were still processing how you lost everything in a matter of a few days.

But Jordan was nice. He was patient but most importantly he was there for you. He seemed kind enough. He would even tell you stories about when he and William were close. It was comforting hearing about William, especially in his youth but it still hurt to hear his name knowing full well he wouldn’t be coming back.

The day of you getting discharged, Jordan had offered that you stay with him and his family. Thai scenario felt oddly familiar. Similar to how you’d been brought into the Zarick family. You couldn’t deny that it was a kind gesture and it’s not like you had anywhere else to go.

His family was just as welcoming as the Zarick’s had been. You kept trying to remind yourself that these people weren’t your past family but the memories and comparisons just wouldn’t leave you alone. You couldn’t quite put your finger on whether it was healthy for you to think this way or not.

It hurt, that much was for certain. It didn’t help that you felt like you were not only replacing your old family but that you were also using these nice, generous people to fill a void in you from everything that you’d lost. It didn’t feel right at all to you and the Mahkent’s definitely didn’t deserve it either. They were just trying to do a good thing after all.

You tried giving what you could to this new family but it was hard. You were obviously depressed and still dealing with what happened to the Zarick’s. You just wanted your family back. You just wanted your Joey, your William and your Denise again. You just wanted to be home with them, where you were happy and content. The only thing that seemed to make you feel better were the pain killers the doctor had prescribed and they didn’t make you feel anything. You’d guess that the numbness was better than the hurt in the long run. Not to mention it helped keep away the horrible images in your head of Joey’s death, even if only for awhile.

And sometimes, if you were lucky, you could see William, Denise, and Joey. It was as if they were right there with you, like the four of you were together again. It was nice to say the least. It gave what you needed, even if it was just a little taste of it.

Fortunately for you, your injuries and trauma were severe enough that you were given a prescription of painkillers to refill as long as you needed them. You could feel numb and be with your family again whenever you needed to, as long as you had that prescription.

As hard as you tried to keep this away from anyone else, especially the Mahkents, you weren’t very successful. Jordan knew something wasn’t quite right. He was understanding that you would need time to adapt and get comfortable with them but he thought you would surely grow to love and be part of his family by now. Don’t get him wrong, Jordan was seeing you trying to be involved but it wasn’t enough. You were still holding back.

It wasn’t until Cameron came to him, worried about you that he started to see a different change in you. You seemed spacey and not really in the moment but that was understandable given your medication. It was some pretty strong stuff after all. But Jordan took note to ask about it at your next checkup. Thankfully you had to have mandatory checkups and your most recent one was coming up.

But Jordan was going to have a talk with Henry, not only for some information on this specific medication but also to have Henry tell him just what was going on in that head of yours.

Your check up went well. You still need your medication but the dosage as been dropped. Once your assigned doctor heard that you were acting just a little too out of it they thought it was about time to decrease your medicine, even though the before amount shouldn’t have affected you like that. After that was said and done, Jordan left you at the vending machine and headed off to Henry.

It didn’t take him long to find Henry nor did it take Henry long to read your thoughts. But once Jordan heard what was going through your head, he couldn’t quite pinpoint how or what he was feeling exactly. One thing was for certain though, he was going to be monitoring your medicine intake from now on.

You knew you had a problem. You were conscious of that and you had tried to stop but you couldn’t bring yourself to. You wanted the hurt to stop, you just wanted to stop feeling altogether. And that’s just what you got when you took a few extra pills then prescribed. You guess you should have been more mindful. That’s why when Jordan started handing out your medication a part of you was relieved. Maybe things could get better. Maybe you could get better. But then that all too familiar itch was back and you were in need.

But Jordan was determined to not to let you destroy yourself. He didn’t care what you lost at this point. You had something new and alive right in front of you. You had a family right in front of you. But you weren’t seeing them. You weren’t seeing him. You weren’t seeing anything anymore.

It’s all getting to be too much. Everything is getting to be too much.

You’re starting to feel too much. You’re starting to feel everything.

Everything is so overwhelming and erratic.

Your emotions are so overwhelming and erratic. What do you do? What is there to do?

Before you know it, your standing at the very bridge where Joey’s accident happened. You’re only standing, staring off, not a single thought passing through. Then you’re somehow over the railing, standing on the edge of one of the steel beams holding the bride up. It’s only now that a thought comes to mind, one single word: Jump.

But you don’t really want to, do you?

You would get to be with your family again.

But then you would be leaving behind another family.

You would finally not have to feel anything anymore.

But you would be hurting others in the process.

You could be happy again.

But would you really?

Jump.

Jump.

JUMP!!!

You’re crying now. You can feel the tears, you can taste them from the corner of your mouth. You can hear something. You can hear someone calling out to you. Turning your head, you see Jordan running over towards you. He’s panicked but his voice is calm.

“Y/n? What are you doing over there??? Come here. Come on, I got you.” He’s holding his arms out for you. He’s here for you. That’s when it hits you, the realization of what you were just about to do. And you’re scared, reaching out to him. Jordan gets close enough to grab hold of you, pulling you over the railing like nothing.

He’s clutching you close, so close it hurts. But it’s a good hurt. It means you’re there with him, that he has you safe in his arms. It doesn’t even matter how cold he is anymore.

You’re sobbing now, clutching at him just as feverishly. “I’m sorry!! I’m so sorry!! I didn’t mean it! I don’t want to die!!!”

He tries to console you, still holding you so tightly. His voice is calm, soothing as he says, “You’re okay, you’re safe now. Everything’s going to be okay, Y/n. I promise.”

No, you don’t want to die. Of course you want to see William, Denise and Joey again. You want nothing more than to finally be reunited with them once more but you just can’t.

Not yet. Not now.

And they can wait. The’ll wait for as long as they have to. They’ll always be waiting for you.

[wordsnwhiskey]

As It Should Be | Chapter 2: All Hell Breaks Loose

Summary: Alright y’all the smut is here. After making your escape from the gala, you, Whiskey and Frankie are left with a new dilemma: you’ve all been exposed to whatever amorous agent was released at the gala, and Frankie’s ability to focus on flying is running thin. Fantasies are fulfilled, but new concerns arise.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Sex Pollen, dub con (a given with sex pollen but it’s all good), bondage, MMF, P in V, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), oral (M & F receiving), mild injury due to improper usage of a lasso, mentions of prior drug use, a smattering of spanking (I think a grand total of 2). If I’m missing anything, let me know.

A/N: Here we are at some smut, courtesy of a sex pollen-esque device. I HC that Frankie is a total switch in this verse. There’s a touch of angst towards the end. Also, it’s worth noting that in this verse, while Frankie was engaged, he does not have a kid. Special shout out and thanks to my friend E, now going by Agent Capri Sun and my amazing esposa, @danniburgh​ for the beta and encouragement! ~5.9k WC

Chapter 1: Reunions & Things Past  [AO3]

Whiskey is beyond impressed with Frankie and the fact that they’re still in the air. His gaze flickered down to Frankie’s lap where Whiskey could clearly see his cock straining against the slacks he wore. Your moan pulls Whiskey’s attention away from Frankie. Looking over, he sees you trying to paw your dress off. Hanging his head for a moment, Frankie opens his eyes and exhales.

“Get her off the headset, I can’t--  fuck!”

You moan again and Frankie’s hips buck involuntarily.

“¡Mierda! Get her off the fucking headset. C-can’t concentrate, just wanna…”

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the thought of sinking into you. This prompted Whiskey to move quickly, needing to get you out of Frankie’s ears if they wanted to land safely. You felt Jack’s large, warm hands grip your arms, and you whimpered at the way they seemed to burn through you. He gently pulled the headset from your head and set it down to the side.

“Jack… Please, it’s so hot. Need you to-“

Whiskey shudders at your words and the feel of your skin under his touch.

“No sweetheart, we gotta wait. Hang in there, darlin’.”

By the time they finally touch down, Frankie’s breath is beyond ragged, he looks over his shoulder at you grinding into your hand and playing with your tits, a low growl bubbling up from his chest.

“Go! Take her inside. I gotta cover up the helo!”

Whiskey nodded, picking you up and carrying you into the safehouse while you clutched at him, kissing and nibbling at his neck. You whimper when he turns to leave. Your body is on fire, the overwhelming desire --no, overwhelming need-- to have Jack everywhere, most importantly, inside you, is raging and wreaking havoc.

“Shhh, sweetheart, I know it hurts. I’ll be right back. Gotta go check on your pilot first, baby.”

Images of both Frankie and Jack come to mind. Feeling their mouths hot yet soothing on your skin, sliding through your folds, and their cocks driving inside of you, pushing you to new heights of pleasure. You moaned out Frankie’s name and Jack chuckled. He had an inkling as to what came to your mind, having coaxed you into spilling your fantasies while he was buried deep inside of you.

Outside, Frankie was stumbling, trying to get a camouflaged tarp over the helicopter to hopefully prevent any drones from noticing the aircraft. Whiskey hurried over to Frankie, taking one side of the tarp and running it to the front, cinching it down near the nose of the helicopter. He heard Frankie let out a loud groan, watching as the man sank to his knees, the final remnants of his resolve crumbling at Whiskey’s feet. The Statesmen agent was once again reminded just how tightly Frankie had been clinging to his sanity, pushing his pain and bodily needs aside until his job was done. Whiskey’s own thoughts were pushed aside, however, when Frankie started to frantically paw at his belt and slacks. He whined while he palmed himself, completely uncaring, on his knees, outside, seeking some sort of relief, only a few feet away from Whiskey.

“Hey, Flyboy!”

Jack shouted, trying to break Frankie’s concentration for a moment, only to be met with dark, hazy, lust-blown eyes and another whine.

“Well shit, if that ain’t one of the hottest things I ever did--“

Whiskey cut himself off, grunting as he readjusted himself and hauled Frankie up by one arm.

“C’mon, gotta get you inside, Flyboy.”

“Y’gotta tie -mmmmfuck- me up… Don-don’t wanna ta-take ad-whine- advan--“

Whiskey swore. Frankie’s small whimpers were making him want to shove the pilot to the ground and take him right there. His hold on Frankie’s arm tightened to a bruising grip, and he nodded in agreement. Despite the fact that you had voiced your fantasies, Jack didn’t want you to do anything that you hadn’t explicitly stated you wanted.

The sight that greeted them stopped them cold. Your dress had been tossed to the floor, and your fingers were plunging inside your cunt, desperately seeking your release. Frankie’s body stiffened, standing up straight. He took a step towards you before Whiskey tugged him back, putting him in an open chair. Very aware of the more than dull ache of his erection and your delicious moans, Jack worked quickly, hastily tying Frankie’s wrists to the legs of the chair with his lasso before turning back to you. The hungry look in his eyes prompted you to moan for Whiskey, a predatory smile split his face and Frankie whimpered in response to your moan.

“Lo siento, hermosa. El te va ayudar.” [I’m sorry, beautiful. He’s going to help you.]

Frankie’s words came out strangled, hips bucking and hands struggling at Whiskey’s lasso keeping him bound.

“I’m here, baby, Jack’s here, shhhh.”

A cry leaves your lips when you finally feel Jack’s mouth latch onto one of your nipples, his moustache tickling the turgid skin damp from his tongue, and rough, calloused fingers tweaked your other nipple. Teeth grazed your clavicle, breasts, tummy, hips and thighs, each nip soothed by his sinful tongue.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby girl. You want my tongue in that sweet cunt?”

Frankie’s cry of frustration eclipses your own cry of pleasure. Whiskey’s tongue finally delves between your folds, lapping at your slick. Tied down to the chair, Frankie can do little more than buck helplessly and watch as you tug Whiskey’s hair, your nonsensical pleading only increasing, breaking into keening moans when his thick fingers finally dip inside your soaked cunt. Whiskey’s moans echo your own, loving the small pin pricks of pain as you tugged his hair, egging him on and begging for more.

Your sharp gasp cuts through the wet noises Whiskey encourages from you as teeth graze your clit. Crying out for him, your fingers twist and grip him tighter, holding him to you, his fingers pumping in and out in a way that has your chest heaving, desperate for air. Your voice catches in your throat when he curls his fingers inside of you, his lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves. You swear for a moment you’re blinded when you finally reach the high your body had been aching for since escaping the gala. Jack’s fingers and tongue are the only things keeping you grounded to this plane, gently stroking you through the pleasure cascading through your body, his tongue greedy for your taste. Your orgasm is searing in its intensity, yet for a brief glorious moment, there is relief from the burning stoked deep inside of you by the amorous agent.

Jack’s hum of approval sends a shudder up your spine. You whimper when he slides two fingers back inside, a smirk playing at his lips after he savors your taste. Standing, he gathers more of your cum on his fingers and steps over to Frankie. Frankie’s mouth opens without question, a pained moan sounding around Whiskey’s fingers, tongue twisting and sucking fervently. Curiously, Whiskey pushes his fingers further into Frankie’s mouth, breath catching when the pilot’s eyes roll back a little. Another low moan rumbles from Whiskey’s chest in response.

“Well, shit, Flyboy.”

Frankie looks exquisitely debauched, belt hanging undone, slacks unbuttoned and askew giving you a view of his straining boxer briefs stained darker by a growing wet patch. The way his arms were tied behind his back pulled his shirt tight across his broad chest, exposing a bit of his stomach and a sparse trail of hair that dipped below the waistband of his underwear. His jaw worked greedily around Jack’s fingers. Yes, he looked exquisitely debauched. You could feel the burning need start to build again at the sight. While yes, you had certainly fantasized being with both Jack and Frankie, you also wanted to see them enjoy each other. Breaking from your fantasies, you slide off of the bed and move over to Whiskey. A smirk teases at your lips while you snake your arms around his waist, undoing his slacks and shoving them and his boxers down. Frankie groaned again, watching intently as you stroked Whiskey’s hard, thick length, a hunger in both yours and Frankie’s eyes at the sight of it. Jack pulled his fingers from Frankie’s mouth, smirking at the whine left behind in their wake, then turned his attention to you and your ministrations.

“Remember what we talked about the other night, Jack?” You purred.

A low, hearty chuckle erupted from him. He nodded permission but gripped your wrist and nuzzled your shoulder before you could move.

“I’m gonna fuck your tight little cunt while you do though, Sugar.”

A shudder ran down your spine at his low, gravelly voice. You moaned at the thought before nodding and turning to Frankie, his chest heaving as he watched the two of you.

“Can I have you, Frankie?”

“Fuuuck me, yes hermosa [beautiful], por favor.”

Frankie’s hips sought your touch, your fingers burning him as they connected with his skin. You tugged on his slacks and boxer briefs. Without needing to be asked, Frankie planted his feet to give himself the leverage to lift his hips and provide just enough room for you to drag his bottoms down to his ankles. He hastily kicked them and his shoes off.

Frankie moaned. His cock finally sprung free, the dull thud of it smacking against his belly making you lick your lips. He’d always been modest, usually not one to rise to the dick measuring contests Benny and Pope would instigate, but you’d known there was something more than just his charm that made the ladies at the base giggle about him, and boy, was there. His thick cock twitched and leaked under your gaze.

“Wow, Frankie…”

Frankie’s gaze was dark and needy. He would have preened more at your words had he not been so desperate to feel you. A sharp slap to your rear pulled you from your ogling. With a yelp, you turn to Whiskey, wondering why he could be jealous all of a sudden, only to find glowing mischief and lust in his dark eyes.

“Well, don’t keep the poor man waiting, sweetheart. Have some mercy and show him how good your pretty little mouth feels.”

You push back into Whiskey’s hips, grinding into him as you bend over, bracing yourself on Frankie’s thighs, moaning when he lets out a sob of relief as the heat of your mouth envelops the head of his cock.

“Ohhhh shit, shit, Halcón-“

Frankie keens your callsign, drawn out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Looking up as you bob up and down, you can see him straining against Jack’s lasso, his upper body bending forward as much as he can, desperate to touch you, to be closer to you. You run a hand over his bare thigh, marveling at the way the muscles tremble beneath your touch while your tongue swirls around him. Another sharp slap on your ass makes you pause and look over your shoulder.

“Christ, Sugar, I said have some mercy on him, not tease him to death.”

Whiskey’s hands were at your hips, kneading gently as you took more of Frankie in your mouth, establishing a rhythm that had him bucking up into you. Jack took the opportunity to push into you, thick cock splitting you open and pushing you forward, making Frankie’s cock inch deeper down your throat.

“Damn, baby girl, look at you taking us so well. Does he feel as good down your throat as you thought he would?”

“Fuck!”

Frankie cries out when you moan around him, watching wild-eyed as Whiskey leans forward, pinning you down on Frankie’s cock. Whiskey cups your throat, squeezing slightly to feel the bound and desperate man’s cock moving in and out.

“Oh, fu- I’m- ¡mierda! Baby, I’m gonna-“

Frankie’s body tenses, muscles coiling in anticipation, his arms and wrists tugging, thrashing at his restraints. His hips giving one final thrust as he pitches forward. Whiskey moans, feeling Frankie pulsing down your throat, waiting until you’ve swallowed everything Frankie has to offer before he pulls back to let you gasp for air.

“Fuck, hermosa, that was… amazing.”

Frankie wanted so badly to touch you, the thick emotion in his voice vibrating throughout your body. Not able to restrain himself any longer, Whiskey adjusts his grip on your hips and begins thrusting into you in earnest.

“We ain’t done yet, Sugar.”

Each word is punctuated by a thrust as Jack builds a steady but brutal pace. Your arms were tired from bracing yourself, but Whiskey seemed to understand and held you to him with an arm around your waist. His other hand, however, buried itself in your hair and tugged sharply, forcing your gaze to meet Frankie’s. You clench at the sight, his normally soft brown eyes glittered just as darkly as Jack’s. Frankie ducked his head to kiss you, moaning into your mouth while he claimed you with a hunger born of years of wanting to feel your lips against his.

“You want your pilot in your cunt next, baby girl? Gonna cum in you, sweetheart, then you can ride him. Let him feel how wet and tight this gorgeous goddamn cunt is.”

Frankie let out a low grunt, as if the air had been punched from his chest. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d actually be able to feel you around him. The pained grunt from Frankie and the feeling of your tight walls fluttering around him were all it took to send Whiskey over the edge. Whiskey gritted his teeth as you clenched around him, cumming hard around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it!“

His hand disentangled from your hair to find purchase on your shoulder, giving him the leverage he craved while he fucked you through his orgasm.

You would have collapsed onto Frankie if it weren’t for Whiskey’s arm keeping you upright. His deep, hard thrusts gave way to shallow, gentle ones as he came down from his high. Gently, Whiskey rubbed your hip with his thumb then pulled you against his chest, nuzzling and kissing your shoulder.

“You ok, Sugar? Hmmm? You got more in you?”

You hum and nod, steadying yourself against Jack. He slipped out of you with a groan, hands still at your waist. Having not been as exposed as you or Frankie, the unbearable fire from the amorous agent had died down and Whiskey’s head was much clearer. The same could not be said, however, for Frankie, his lust-hazed gaze sending a shiver down your spine.

Stepping forward from Whiskey, you straddled Frankie’s thighs, fingers quickly working to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt, giving you access to his toned, golden chest. The muscles in his stomach trembled under your inquisitive fingers as you pushed the fabric away from him until it hung, bunched up at his biceps. Drawing your bottom lip between your teeth, you look up at him and adjust so you can slide down his girthy length. Nothing could have prepared him for the sheer ecstasy he felt as you took him in.

“Mierda, amo- fuck you’re so- mmmm, so wet, feel so good, baby.”

Whiskey walked around behind Frankie while you began to bounce up and down on his cock. The pilot was straining against the lasso in earnest, now that he was finally inside you, he had to touch you. He moaned in surprise, feeling the tension of his restraints disappear as Whiskey released him. A wave of guilt crested over Whiskey when he saw how raw Frankie’s wrists were. The pilot seemed not to notice, though, as he quickly tore his shirt the rest of the way off. Whiskey’s attention was brought from his wrists back to you by the feral growl Frankie let out at finally being able to grip your hips and truly leverage his thrusts into you.

“Frankie!”

His name rips the breath from your lungs and you see stars with each Earth-shattering thrust, clinging to him while he fucks you like his life depends on it.

“Yeah? Estoy- Mmm, I’m right here. ��Que quieres? Dime.” [What do you want? Tell me.]

You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, breath hitching and cunt clenching at his rough cadence. You had never heard his voice or seen him like this before, uninhibited and wholly surrendered to the give and take of pleasure. A gasp fell from your lips when Frankie’s mouth latched onto one of your breasts.

“Our girl’s wanted this, to have the both of us, for a long time, Frankie.”

Frankie moaned, then shuddered at the way Whiskey’s mustache ticked the sensitive skin underneath his ear. His words ‘our girl’ echoing in his mind.

“Tell me how good our girl feels, Flyboy.”

Whiskey smirked as Frankie moaned, teeth grazing the pilot’s neck while you watched and clung to Frankie’s shoulders, arousal pooling at how responsive he was to Jack’s teasing.

“S-so fuck- so good, Whiskey. A goddamn dream, always wanted to- always wanted to do this.”

Frankie brought a hand from your hip to the juncture between you two, his thick, calloused thumb finding your nearly oversensitive clit and rubbing quick circles in time with his thrusts. An almost overwhelming wave of pleasure starts to build even higher in your abdomen. You were lost to the pleasure surrounding and filling you, lost to the feeling of Frankie’s thick cock thrusting into you, his fingers working in time with his pace and Jack’s husky encouragement in Frankie’s ear.

He’s so close, and knows you are too from your gasp as he holds you down and grinds into you roughly. Then, all at once, your second orgasm bubbles over and crashes down on you with a cry and Frankie’s name on your lips. He does his best to work you through it, but he can barely hold on with the way your walls are fluttering around him, squeezing and coaxing him higher and higher.

“Mmmmm- Así mero, amor [that’s it, love]. Fuck you feel- you feel so good. Mierda, ¿donde? [Shit, where?] Where can I?”

“Inside Frankie, cum inside me, please!”

A growl erupted from Frankie, his large hands holding your hips in a bruising grip and his head thrown back in pleasure. He was the vision of oncoming ecstasy.

“C’mon, fill her up, Flyboy.”

Before Frankie could retort, he felt the other man’s teeth sink into the crook of his neck. A coarse grunt of pain and pleasure rumbled deep within Frankie’s chest, jaw open yet tense as he pumped rope after rope of his cum deep inside you. A small whimper broke Frankie’s silence as Whiskey’s tongue soothed the angry bite mark on his skin. While he enjoyed Jack’s soothing ministrations, Frankie lavished his attention on you.

“You were so good, cariño.”

His lips ghosted over your breasts.

“Que linda.”

A kiss on your clavicle.

“Hermosa.”

His strong hands traveled up your spine and Whiskey watched, entranced by the reverence of Frankie’s actions.

“Querida.”

His hot tongue left a languid, rapidly-cooling trail from your sternum to the base of your throat. Your soft moan filled the air between you and Frankie, gentle fingers intertwining in his hair and tugging. A smirk plays across your lips at his moan. Frankie pauses, regarding you for a moment with a raised eyebrow and smirk of his own.

“¿Quieres más amor? Hmm, ¿estás segura? Whiskey?”

Frankie turns to face Jack, wanting reassurance that this was still ok. Smiling, Whiskey pulls Frankie in for a kiss, one of his hands gripping Frankie’s soft curls while you brace yourself against Frankie’s chest and roll your hips gently. Your and Whiskey’s eyes meet, and you nod, smiling.

“Now, how could we say no to that, Flyboy?”

Yours and Frankie’s moans echoed together, and Frankie began to grind into you again. A dull ache emanates from your thighs. You’re not sure if Frankie sensed it or if you had let out a whimper, but you feel one of Frankie’s hands press in between your shoulder blades, pulling your body into him to relieve some of the pressure. He adjusted the hand on your back slightly to curl over your shoulder for leverage and began thrusting into you with a new intensity and ferocity. You squeak in surprise and bury your face in the crook of his neck, opposite of where Jack had left his mark, each thrust pushing a soft cry from your lips. Whiskey held Frankie’s hair firmly in his grasp, tugging and eliciting gorgeous little moans of pleasure and pain from his mouth.

You were beyond oversensitive, each thrust grinding your clit against Frankie’s coarse curls, leaving you shuddering and so very close. Whiskey could tell both of you were almost there, needing just an extra nudge and knowing just what you needed to get there. You weren’t even aware of Jack moving, all that existed in the world to you was the sweet drag of Frankie’s cock inside you, his strong grip, the rough catch of his beard against your cheek, and the way your breath tickled the nape of his neck. Both of your slick bodies tensed, breath quickening. Whiskey’s hand on your shoulder brought your attention to him.

“Look at you, so damn gorgeous. You wanna cum, don’t you baby?”

His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently.

“Don’t you?”

Whiskey hummed, watching intently as your eyes fluttered close, and you gave a desperate little nod.

“That’s it, be our good girl and soak his cock one more time.”

His sinful voice carried those words straight to your core, and you clenched down on Frankie, the coil inside you snapping as you gushed all over Frankie’s cock with a muffled cry.

“F-fuck y-yeah, baby, such a good girl. You feel so good, so tight. Look at you, fucking soaking me.”

A few more thrusts and Frankie follows you, pumping another load inside you with a grunt and broken off curse. Whiskey removes his hand from your throat and gently strokes your hair, while Frankie alternates between planting soft kisses on your shoulder and nuzzling your neck. Both murmur praises in your ear. Once his breath evens out, Frankie nuzzles you again. The fire that had held both you and Frankie captive had finally died down leaving exhaustion in its wake.

“Halcón, put your arms around me.”

You’re just on the cusp of consciousness, your body well worn out from the day’s activities, but you manage to follow instructions and cling to Frankie as he stands up, strong arms holding you to him. He smiles down at you, kissing your forehead as he places you down in the middle of the bed. Whiskey appears silently with a warm washcloth, gently wiping your tender folds clean despite your soft, protesting moans.

“Shhhh, we’ve got you, amor. We’re going to take care of you.” Frankie murmurs.

You’re asleep almost as soon as Whiskey is done, Frankie taking your soft snores as his cue to get dressed again. He slid his boxer briefs and slacks on, hissing slightly as the fabric brushed against his wrists.

“Hey Flyboy, now, don’t think I forgot about you. C’mere.”

A similarly half-clothed Whiskey patted the spot on the bed next to him, a med kit in his other hand.

“What do you mean?”

“Come here and let me see your wrists, Flyboy.”

Frankie glanced down at his wrists and tucked them behind him. He suddenly felt a warmth threatening his cheeks at what Whiskey was offering: an entirely different kind of intimacy that he hadn’t been anticipating.

“Oh, y-you don’t need to, Whiskey, I-I’ve had worse, much worse. I mean I was in Delta Force, I got shot, y’know.”

Whiskey’s gaze burned into Frankie and raised an eyebrow at him.

“It wasn’t a question, Catfish. This wasn’t war, and I know better than to not dress a rope properly to keep from shredding your wrists. Besides, what kind of gentleman would I be to not offer any sort of aftercare?”

There was an edge to Whiskey’s voice that left no room for argument, and Frankie relented despite the latter half of the statement sending a blush to his cheeks. He gingerly took a seat next to him and offered his left hand to Whiskey, who took it in his own, gently applying ointment to the pinched and raw skin. Frankie winced, then shuddered, unable to hide the hitch in his breath. Whiskey smirked.

“Yeah? I thought so, Flyboy.”

Frankie bit his lip and ducked his head, as if he and Whiskey hadn’t just shared you, as if not long ago he hadn’t fallen to his knees in front of the other man, so overwhelmed with the need to relieve himself he had whined while palming his cock. He cleared his throat, fidgeting, then started to get up to grab his phone that lay discarded on the floor.

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

Whiskey’s hand was lightning fast, catching Frankie’s arm and keeping him from going any farther.

“We’re not done yet. Give me your other hand, Catfish.”

Frankie let out a sigh, reluctantly sitting back down and offering his right hand. The Statesmen agent sucked in a sharp breath. Frankie’s right wrist was considerably worse. A pang of guilt speared Whiskey in his gut.

“I’m gonna have to clean this out and bandage it up.”

Frankie nodded, a tense groan that tapered into a whine forcing its way from his mouth as Whiskey flushed the torn skin.

“Easy, Catfish, I thought you said you’ve had worse?”

Whiskey chuckled lightly, and Frankie just grunted a response while his wrist was wrapped. Once he was done, Frankie smiled and ducked his head, his left hand going to the back of his neck in a self-reassuring gesture. When his eyes were drawn to Frankie’s shoulders, he saw his bite mark remained, and Whiskey fought the primal urge to mark him again.

“Thank you… I-I need to check in with Pope. Let him know we’re good.”

He snatched his phone up from the ground, sighing and rocking back on his heels. He had several missed texts.

Pope: Gas?

Pope: Avoided and clear

Pope: Status report?

Pope: Fish?

Frankie: Took the helo. Safe now with Halcón & co.

Pope: Jesus Cat, took you long enough.

Frankie: Got hit by the gas...all clear now. I’ll call tomorrow.

Pope: Copy

Frankie shoved his phone back in his pocket and let out a sigh. Noticing Whiskey’s yawn, he gestured for him to lay down.

“I told Pope I’d call him tomorrow. I’ll take first watch, you get some sleep. I’ll wake you up in 6 hours.”

“Hey now, just hold on a minute--“

“Don’t worry about it, Whiskey, I’ve got too much adrenaline going through me still.”

Whiskey frowned then nodded, turning off the lights and crawling into bed next to you. It wasn’t long before Frankie could hear even breathing and soft snores from both you and Jack. He let out a long sigh, scrubbing his face with his left hand.

Some fucking day it had been.

The moonlight greeted him as he stared out the window. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought he’d run into you at the gala... or at all, really. It had been four years since he had last seen you, and he had been an absolute mess. Not that anyone would have expected Tom’s funeral to be a joyous affair, but he had just been getting off of (and beginning another) bender. He could barely find it in him to not be absolutely high out of his mind as they lowered Tom’s casket into the ground. He had provided cover fire for Tom back in Colombia and fired into the crowd of villagers too. It could have just as easily been him finding a permanent resting place six feet under.

As you took in his appearance after the funeral, the tears in your eyes speared him to his core. Your sad, knowing smile had shattered him when you squeezed his arm and said goodbye. It was worse than getting home from Colombia to find his fiancée gone. Worse than finding Tom dead and bleeding on the rocks in the Andes.

Some insane part of him almost told you how he felt about you when you were in town for the funeral. He thanked whatever shred of common sense he had that he didn’t tell you. He was an addict, and you were a year into your new job. You didn’t need, didn’t deserve to even have him consider putting you through his shit.

A lot had changed since then, namely, he’d gotten clean and had his pilot’s license reinstated. He hated flying tourists. It bored the hell out of him, but with his record, most people weren’t willing to give him a second look. At least picking up jobs for Pope gave him a taste of the real flying that he missed. Frankie let out another sigh, then swore. He had only taken the one day off, and who knew when he’d actually be able to go home after this fiasco. There was definitely more going on than anyone had anticipated. Groaning, he pulled out his personal phone to text his boss.

Frankie: Hey Kevin, I need a few more days. I ended up coming down with something.

He let out an exhale as he pressed send. It wasn’t too far from the truth, at least. To his surprise, his phone buzzed barely a moment later.

Kevin: Are you fucking serious Morales? First you barely give notice and now the night before you’re calling out?

Frankie: I know, I’m sorry I just want to make sure I’m not contagious.

Kevin: This is your last shot Morales, you piss hot or if I can’t find someone to cover for you then you’re done.

Frankie hung his head, pinching the bridge of his nose before he responded.

Frankie: Copy

He looked over at where you were on the bed, just barely making out the outline of you cuddled up against Whiskey in the moonlight. A pang of regret tore through him. He should have gotten his shit together sooner. At least you seemed happy now. He knew that what had happened tonight was a one-time thing, at most, your fantasy fulfilled. A fantasy of his had very much been fulfilled as well. Closing his eyes, he could still taste you, feel the ghost of your touch, and hear the echo of the sounds you had made. Groaning, Frankie checked his watch. Another four hours to go. Four hours for him to torture himself with what-ifs and what could have been, four hours of thinking about the way his chest tightened every time you breathed his name.

Fuck.

Jack woke with a start, a foreign hand on his shoulder. His hand automatically reached for and whipped out the revolver under his pillow. The muzzle connected with soft flesh, and the other person grunted in surprise.

“Whoa, tranquilo [calm/easy]… It’s me, Frankie.”

Jack let out a breath and sat up, lowering his gun and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Apologies, Flyboy.”

Frankie grunted again and yawned.

“ ‘S 04:00, she’s been through the ringer… Didn’t want t’wake her up.”

Whiskey nodded and looked Frankie over in the early morning light, noting how exhaustion slurred his words. He looked like shit. Standing, Whiskey tugged on his white undershirt from the night before.

“I jus’ need…”

Frankie flopped down in the spot Whiskey had been occupying seconds earlier.

“Cinco…horas…”

The man was asleep practically the second his head hit the pillow, maybe even before. Whiskey smiled at the way Frankie instinctively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. Whiskey carded his fingers through his hair then moved to the window, dialing Ginger as he went.

“Whiskey?! Are you and Bourbon… ok? We lost track of you both, but we determined an amorous agent was used at the gala. Has it worn off?”

“Yeah, Flyboy got us out and he took first watch afterwards… Anyways, we’re at a Statesmen safehouse. Bourbon is still sleeping. We got here by helicopter, can you clear us to land at the New York office later today?”

There was a pause and Jack could hear Ginger typing.

“Wait, who’s ‘Flyboy’?”

Whiskey glanced over at the bed, not wanting to disturb you or Frankie.

“Frankie Morales. He was part of the private security detail at the gala last night. He served with Bourbon and is a pilot, probably the most self-disciplined pilot I’ve seen, that’s for damn sure. Somehow he flew us out of there after a canister landed at his feet.”

Ginger blinked in surprise. Preliminary intel from the gala had shown attendees and the rest of the private security detail completely incapacitated in a matter of minutes.

“Their unit was no joke, Whiskey, but it’s amazing he flew and landed in the state he was in. What does he know about Statesmen, given that you’re holed up in one of our safehouses?”

Whiskey let out a sigh. He had wondered as well, thinking back to how Frankie had asked them for coordinates to their safehouse.

“I don’t know, I don’t think he knew before the gala. He definitely didn’t buy Bourbon’s cover that she was my executive assistant. I reckon it’s like you said, their unit was no joke. He’s smart and he knows Bourbon. Frankie’s on the up and up though, Ginger.”

Ginger let out a reluctant sigh, letting the silence hang in the air for a moment before she continued.

“Ok, you should talk to him about it before you come back, but we trust your judgement, Whiskey. I’d rather have been able to put you all under medical observation after what you went through, but all I can say is you three need rest, and a lot of it.”

“Don’t I know it, Ginger. Flyboy had a canister go off just about on top of him, and Bourbon wasn’t far from him. I lucked out and didn’t get it that bad. He said he only needed five hours, but the poor boy could barely stand when he woke me up this morning.”

“I’ll let Champ know you’ll debrief this afternoon.”

“14:00 should be fine. Could you also get a hold of Santiago, callsign “Pope”? He’s another friend of Bourbon and Flyboy, co-owns the private security company that was attached to the gala last night. He should be there for the debrief.”

“Consider it done, Whiskey.”

“Thanks, Ginger.”

He ended the call, turning and taking a moment to watch you and Frankie. It was obvious there were feelings between you two, and he wondered why you had never acted on them. You certainly hadn’t been shy with him once you both finally decided to jump headfirst into a relationship together. The times that you had mentioned Frankie, Jack noticed your eyes had been tinged with sadness. Whatever it was, they would get to the bottom of it together. While this was far from how they had discussed reaching out to Frankie, it had happened, and he could only hope that morning wouldn’t be too awkward or snuff things out before they had a chance to get started.

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[dylanxmin]

covered in you ∣ J.JK

while your boyfriend having a casual play date with his mates, you decided to go horny.

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader 

genre; smut, porn without plot(bc why not)

rating; m

warnings; teasing, slapping(face;), curse words, biting, light dom/sub tones, dom!jk, sub!reader, handjob, oral(m), cum eating, choking(on dick), drooling, sloppy blowjob, face fucking(:), exhibitionism?, and sorry unedited:(,, 

word count; 3k+

a/n; well, yeah.. im little bit turned on by jungkook and basically throwing my eagerness on here. i have no idea about games but here 7 pages long filth for you, lol. i need to make a whole masterlist for sudden!jk thirst bc i always end up writing sloppy smut out of nowhere lol. so hope y’all gonna love this, and feedbacks always, always appreciated. love y’all ♡

It was silent, beside the rhythmed ticks of the clock, hanging lightly on the wall. An annoying reminder for you how many minutes had passed alone on the couch, staring at the screen that vibrates low voices, loud as humming, but enough to tingle behind your head. Warm brown couch almost captured your body as you were sitting on the same spot for more than two hours now. Figures of the body almost printed flawlessly on the wide cushion. Finger tapping at your chin simultaneously with every beat of the clock. You sit there, completely still, annoyed, and highly bored. Weather is now gleaming dark, lightened by the skinny street light. It was different from the moment you placed yourself on the couch. With that, a groan left your throat, how much time had passed got your dander up as you eyed the black door. Tongue licking the base of your lip, curling it between your teeth to nib. Soft sigh left your nostrils when you decided to wait no more. Now, it was time to put up a show. 

Of course it wasn’t just because you were annoyed, bored or equally got horny out of nowhere. Well, there is always a little chance of it but there is no need to discuss it. 

‘‘No, hyung NO!’’ respectfully discombobulated grunt find you when the hand grabbed the knob of the door. Voice flushing a biten smile at your face, grunt continued, equal a wail. ‘‘Not there of course. ‘M at top. Yeah, yeah, c’mere. I’m waitin’ ’’ cute, desperate whines hurries you further to crush the door right away but with a shaky breath, you let the brisk rousing slip away and turn the knob as humanly as you can. Furious tappings, thin sounds rising, mixing with the boy’s grunts as breaking the silence. 

You taken aback. 

For a full three minutes you stayed still only to watch, observe the familiar movements of the boy, back muscles excrescently visible under the black tee. And yeah, you stared at them in awe. Freakingly heart stopping act of him that he does unintentionally. Though, it did not stop you from having dark, soaked panties. Shaking the head right to the left to gather the senses back nearly helped you as you closed the door. Not forcing yourself to be quiet as under the headphones you knew he won’t hear a thing, still without knowing why, you tiptoed to get him. Biting the beaming smile, you knelt beside his ridiculously priced game chair. Too oblivious to the action going on right beside him, the dark haired boy grunts once again. Adding another drip to your stomach to gather your arousal as he kicked the table lightly, but it was enough for you. Aggressive enough to hitch your breath. 

‘‘I swear to-GOD TAEHYUNG STOP TROLLING THE GAME FOR FUCK SAKE!’’ 

A sharp greed stirring to your spin when the thick vein throbbed visibly on his neck, and stayed there for the good usage of your cravings. Guess seeing your boyfriend furious over a game is a turn on now. You refuse to be the only one who feels that. There must be more freaks like you. Because it was hot. Staying still as you knelt beside him, just a little bit behind of his chair, it was getting hard not to act obviously. As every passing minute increased the charming desperation, you tried to pressure it back with a brush of your legs. Not much, but it worked enough until the inhuman growl decided to leave his throat. Fuck, what was that again. It sounded beautiful, impelling. As you fucking whimpered loud enough for your ears. Nipples brushing the fabric, as they freed from the tight grip of your bra after the first moment you had that nailing urge. They almost irked back, burning hot behind your tee. And the highly focused boy startled with the touch of your fingers touching timidly at his arm. 

‘‘Huh,’’ soft breath mixing under the air, he opened his mouth once, closed, and opened once again but couldn’t utter a voice as focus gathered on the monitor. As angry voice reached you by the headphones, you understood why he couldn’t focus on you. ‘I said boss you fucker-JK what the hell are you doing?’ If you kneeling beside him, darting your eyes on him isn’t enough for him to focus on you, then you would gladly do more. Jimin could suck his own dick as he just ruined the moment you were about to play. Thrill spilling inside, you licked your lips. It sounded like a challenge. 

And you accepted. 

You giggled at yourself after passing over by his legs to curl into the space left behind his legs. Rather than expected, below the desk wasn’t that suffocating as you thought. Lighted fairly, air semi-fresh, you could hang in here. Well, hornyness weighed more than a good space to stay. It caused no harm, too. 

When you looked up after the restless shift of your boyfriend, you witnessed the firm head shake. Even though you love to play the oblivious, you knew what it meant. It was ‘no’, a severe one. 

Yet, it was a little too late for that. 

You already take this as a challenge and you had no intention to stop now. And by tearing his eyes away from you to land it on the monitor did not help you. Only increased the silly jealousy as you leaned a bit to lift his tee. Tail of the black fabric welcomed the fingers who’s about to pat the tanned skin, light as much, soft as much as they could. Right after fingertips meeting with his muscled stomach, they tighten, scoff blurting out of him as a reflex. Too bad that he can’t do anything about making you stop, as that would mean they could and probably would lose the game and they all will blame him. And Jungkook, never, ever lost a game. Or caused a lost. Also too bad for him as you knew him too deep. 

‘JK come to the mid.’ as the request didn’t get the expected return, the same voice echoed once again. Angry this time. ‘Kook you on?’

It took a minute for him to heal himself from the teasing touch you gifted. Darkness lightened by the blue, pink, and shade of the soft yellow, falls onto his face. His façade edged even more with the shades contouring his features, he looked god ish. Knot appeared between his brows after feeling the nails digging, tracing a track down until they reached to his crotch. Dick stayed half hard. Giggling you eyed him, caring his stomach until his muscles eased back. Contrary to the curses you heard through his headphone, you leaned till the tip of your nose brushed his velvety skin on the stomach. Choked breath coming out of him as you started to put soft, caring kisses all the way above the head of his sport short. From left to right, you kissed, wetted with each lick you gave as he tightened his muscles on the thighs. 

‘‘F-fuck,’’ he hushed out, too afraid to be heared by his friends because how the hell he could explain this. Exactly, he couldn’t. Murmuring satisfiedly, tongue trailed all the way up, stopped licking when you reached below the belly-button of him. Rather choose to circle your tongue around it, carefully slow. As no one needed to rush anything. 

‘You yelled at me but who is trolling NOW JUNGKOOK!’ 

You had to cover your mouth to prevent your laugh from going out. It was semi funny and semi exciting as the idea of your friends understanding what you were doing and how much you were affecting him. It was harmless to fantasies, but you had no idea how you would feel if it turned real. Still, it was rousing. 

‘‘FUCK. O-okay, okay.’’ the captured boy hissed out, fighting with the urge to kick you aside. Both because he didn’t know how you would react, and also, it was feeling good. Your fingers, tongue, lips felt amazing. Warm against his skin. So he didn't intend to lose it so quickly. ‘‘ ‘M just a bit confused. M okay, let’s get it.’’ 

Yeah, let’s get it. 

Fingers digging in theirs and yours one of the favorite spots of him after his doe looking eyes, and easily scrunched nose. His thighs. Thick, built, smooth thighs that you adored so damn much. Hiking up the cloth up, you resist the need of biting them down. Slowed circles were much better at first, and he was already tensed as one of his knees smacked high only to meet with the hardwood. It’s play time so you could take as much as time you want. Plus, he was kinda tied down by the chair so you could use this for the good usage. 

‘‘Ah. Nuh, no, not him hyung. FUCK!’’ Jungkook’s guttural cry left his lungs as the soft circles left their place to wet kisses, and then a harsh bite right on his inner thigh. Hard enough to leave a mark, but light, too, as the mark almost disappeared right away. Sloppy, wet licks tried to heal the bruise immediately, as you worked on him. His moans hit the very needy spot, made you clench around nothing to drip even more. Poor core pulsed, pulsed, pulsed until you couldn’t take more and spilled out a weak mewl. It reflected all the desperation you had, and the gamer couldn’t control his mouth before spitting a brutal slut right at your direction. Nails digging deeper on his thighs, you like the way how that word rolled out from his plushed lips. Attacking right into your spine. Yes, yes, yes, yes, was all you could think. You were a slut, indeed. But, of course, his teammates had no idea about what was going on here, as an offended shriek filled the room right after what Jungkook said. 

‘DID YOU JUST CALLED ME A SLUT?’ you could recognize Jimin’s extra thickened voice, and you giggled while putting now less soft kisses all over his thigh. ‘JUNGKOOK SPEAK. NOW’ and you bite his flesh once again, right when he was about to answer the man on the line. 

‘‘N-Ahhhh! No, no.’’ his fingers curled around your hair immediately, out of conscious. He locked his gaze on you after tilting your head a little back. Expression hardened, his jaw twitched. ‘‘I was talking with the slut that almost killed me.’’ you sobbed as the wave of hunger hit you on the right spot, after his hand left you with a semi slap on your cheek. It wasn’t enough, it didn’t even blushed the skin but you choked anyway. More, more, more of that slap is all you need at the moment. You knew that for sure. 

And you will earn those by the work of your mouth, tongue, and palm. As much as help you can get to reach the euphoria you want at the heat of the moment. 

To soothe the now reddened flesh inside of his thigh, you licked once, twice and once again. Every touch of the warm, wet muscle earned another squirm by the boy who tried very hard to focus on the game. Though, it was obvious that he was failing because voices rising from the headphones gave the clue of how he sucked at keeping a clear game. No lie, you like the effect you had on him. Has him hissing with a jerk of his knee, brought claps to the back of your head. Like you just win a prize. 

It seemed a bit like that. 

‘‘No.’’ Jungkook pleaded, eyes not on you but the shake of his head was, indeed, for you. As your fingertips hooked under the waistband of his short, cold tips of your fingers startled him as he was burning, flesh blooming hot. To his dismay, you felt a little rebellious today. Ready to take the risk of getting the kick, as you shoved his short down, forcefully. His clothed parts unfolded slowly. However, the kick never landed, the only reaction was him holding his ass a bit high to help you on making him naked. Muscles straining, his shaft meets with air. Hanging above his legs, all the stimulation had him angry red. Precum glistening on the tip, ready to spill all over his thighs, on the chair. 

You gulped. ‘‘Fuck,’’ now it was your turn to curse, as his dick never failed to surprise you. While waiting hard, thick, and crimson. Mouth watering view went straight to your core to poke the arousal now begin to drip. Wetting your lips to match them with your mouth and his tip, meager grab of your palm meets with his dick. It has Jungkook cursing more, an aggressive fist dropped on the wooden desk. He thrusts once out of habit, but immediately stays still. The boy’s face blooming scarlet, it was enough for you to gather your courage to dive in. As his body was craving you without any doubt. 

‘‘Mid-ahhh!’’ 

Full fist squeezed around the base of his shaft has the gamer crying out loud. It made your breath hitch. Jungkook speechless. Loaded dire placed on your stomach, yet it wasn’t unpleasant. Rather, hair stands on the edge, chest writhe in need. It was too pleasant. Too dreamy. A gasping view. 

But you couldn’t hold back, and leaned in. Wet tongue touches the base of his head, you blow air after moistening the place good. It could have been twitched without your tight firm, rather, he moaned. Then freezed. Momentarily joy died in his stomach as he remembered his friends were on the other side of the line. Eyes shut tight, he waited for them to yell or accuse him for something unmistakably obvious. You giggled at his fear, as he opened one eye below the furrowed brows. Carefully as afraid to make a sudden move. Unlike his terror, nothing happens. The other two boys continue to play without saying anything, but Jungkook finds it suspicious. Even though he was relieved. 

Not for so long though, as now the tongue starts to circle around the head of his cock. Small whimpers held back by him but you were bolder to spill them. Feeling hot, heavy between your lips, you like to suck him so much. Maybe too much as Jungkook pushed his hips high. So you continued, now almost half of him in your mouth. It was hard for you to take him at once, as the boy had the biggest one you ever laid on eye. Thick, also. Palm isn’t enough to cover him fully, when you dared. So you take your time while his nostrils breathe heavily. Precum becomes one with the salvia around his cock, you whined happily at the taste. It was always pleasant. Always tasty. 

Nails digging in the naked skin, you bobbed your head down. Throat stretching well around his stabbing tip. But you had no mercy on yourself or shame while diving deeper. Tip of your nose almost touches his pubes, a strangled hum broke out by the throat. And it has his dick twitch deep down in your throat. Which another broken moan rises from you as he was equally horny as much as you. Fingers ached to find your pulsing clit, but you stopped yourself before even daring as this was about him. And only him. Rather than touching your pussy, you grabbed his waist. Shape of his body always turned you on, same as now. You mewled while moving after adjusting your breath. 

Jungkook bites down his lips, too afraid to make another voice, challenge his change. Instead, he grabbed tight his mouse, almost crashing it. Ball of longing crawling onto his chest, stomach, all over his body while you keep the work of your mouth, tongue so good. It was stirring, heart stopping for both of you. Every swirl of your tongue, every hollow move of your cheeks drive him closer. Little by little, he felt the nudging delight getting closer and closer. And if you could, you would come undone, too, as the whole thing was too affecting. 

‘‘Stay.’’ hand grabbing the back of your head, you freezed cock so deep in your throat. As the command was too sudden, a slap found your stretched cheek after you swallowed out of habit. 

‘‘Hnngg,’’ you protest but do not dare to move, knowing it would be fatal. For you and the poor throat. Tongue waiting below his dick, feeling the pulse of his thick vein, you stayed there. Even though you practised many times breathing from your nose while mouth full, after long minutes, it was getting slightly disturbing. Not uncomfortable but unachievable for you. Butterflies burning one by one from the fire rising by your chest, you wait one, two, three minutes more until Jungkook shifts his hips. Only to choke you even more with his cock, rough beg of a moan stealing by your lungs, you wrenched under his hold. 

Hands finding the support by his waist, you let him move his dick in your throat. Not that you had much of a choice. Muffled noises leaving your chest, his thrust was hard enough to try your gag reflex. 

Eyes getting teary, you were drooling even more every time your nose hit his stomach. Wet sounds gurgled with every pressure of his cock, tears now mixed by tears on your chin. Creating a pool on his thighs and the dark leather. But you never tried to go back, stayed there like a good girl he wanted, let him use you face for a quick fuck. It was satisfying for both of you. 

His abs clenched, unclench as a warning. He was about to cum, and it had you whine even louder. You wanted to taste him, gulp down everything he gifts you, and lick him clean. Strong, hot hunger raised with every push as you were going to eat his cum like your last meal. Because it tasted like that. Delicious, salty, and warm all around your tongue, teeth. You clenched around nothing once again and held your position as Jungkook started to cum with a heavy groan. 

‘‘Fuck, fuck, FUCK!’’ no one mattered, as he was bursting white deep down on your hot, drooling throat. Thrill clouded his mind as he moaned loud, hard, and obvious while spurting, adding a new color to your throat. 

Jungkook continued to cum, dripping thick and hot. And you swallowed every one of them, eagerly, messily. Slurping, licking him clean when he dropped by his high. When every inch of his dick gleamed glossy, and cleared from his cum, you were satisfied when taken you head back after his big grip let you. You smiled ear to ear as the tired bliss beamed his face. It never stopped being fluttering when he looked so proud of you. Heavy breaths of yours cut harshly when headphones almost vibrate with the intense scream. 

‘IF YOU DONE FUCKING GOD KNOWS WHERE OF Y/N, CAN YOU FUCKING GO BACK TO THE GAME, YOU FUCKING FUCK!’ 

Jimin’s voice had you two freeze, but after Teahyung started to laugh loud, almost wheezing, Jungkook and you joined him. But Jimin didn’t. As they were losing the game. And he was competitive as much as Jungkook. But right now, your boyfriend had something distracting. So he chuckled before landing an eye on you and smirked. 

‘‘Sorry, but I need to reward my girl.’’ he cocked a brow, hand moving to close the game. ‘‘As you all heard, she did a pretty good job. Right, baby?’’ 

Between Taehyung’s laughs and Jimin’s curses, your heart fluttered at the praise. It was all you needed, all you wanted from him. You watched him carefully while he put his headphones on the desk, corner of the lip curling high. A finger pointed at you, you wait for his word. 

‘‘Now, be a good girl, and turn your ass over here.’’ you cooed at his demand, wiggled your ass and presented him. Panties already soaked, you were needy as always. And he was feeding you good with his filthy words. ‘‘I’m gonna fuck you so good, so hard that you will afraid even to knock my door again when I’m playing.’’ 

With a harsh smack landing on your cheek, you were sure of that. ‘‘Yes, please.’’ 

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AUctober: Day 2 - Pirates

Mermaid/Pirate AU

For @solangeloweek AUctober and to continue my AU!

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | --

Read on AO3 or FF.Net

A/N: You all loved this fic so much (and tbh I read it back and impressed myself lol), so I’ve been wanting to continue for a while! I had like half of this in MerMay, so I finally finished lol. I have a rough chaptered plan buuuut we’ll see!

Will could practically feel the nervous energy of his fellow shipmates right outside the infirmary door. They all tried looking casual, but he saw many people try to peek in through the tiny door window to get a glimpse of what was going on inside.

After all, no one ever thought they’d meet a mermaid.

Well, merman was the proper term (merboy?), but still. Merpeople existed. They’d seen a lot of crazy things out at sea, but they never actively sought out mythical creatures—those things usually came to them anyway. So, no one was surprised, per say, but everyone was definitely curious.

“Grover, Will,” Captain Percy began as he entered the room. “Talk to me.”

Will was finishing his preliminary check of the merboy—Nico, Will reminded himself—though his limited knowledge of merpeople anatomy and physiology was not enough to fully assess Nico’s condition. Grover had come to help at the captain’s request. He had a way with all kinds of creatures, animal or mythical, though usually the non-humanoid kind. He had not done much so far besides smile, but Nico seemed to be more at ease with significantly less people crowding around him.

“Captain,” Will began, still looking at his clipboard as he finished writing notes down. “I’ve just completed assessing Nico’s condition. I don’t know much about his kind, but Nico agreed to receiving more assistance and that he could help fill in knowledge gaps.”

“Oh!” Percy was pleasantly surprised at the merboy’s cooperation. He looked past Will toward the boy on the cot, no longer cooped up in a cage. He smiled at him, earning him a scowl in return.

Nothing fazed the fearless captain, however, as he addressed the merboy. “That’s great news! I hope our doctor here can heal most of your wounds. He’s pretty good at it.” Percy smirked as he cast his eyes toward his best friend. “I also hope Grover did something helpful. He’s probably the nicest person aboard this ship.”

Grover sputtered at the compliment, spitting out, “I didn’t do anything! I mean—I just—I’m just, here to help.” He rubbed his neck, slightly embarrassed as he smiled bashfully at Nico.

Nico nodded at the human. He did seem kind, in a different way from the golden-haired boy that was helping him. The first boy had darker-colored eyes, though not as dark as Nico’s own. But the second boy, the “doctor,” apparently, had bright eyes—the color of the ocean as light filtered in from above. They seemed to sparkle in the same way, too. That actually comforted Nico the most. Before, he would have lashed out and quickly made his escape back into the sea, just as he’d imagined doing on the other ship. But here, the boy with ocean-blue eyes made him feel… not safe, not yet, but safer than he’s felt in a while.

And, now that Nico was looking at the captain of this new ship, he noticed that his eyes were similar. If the doctor, Will, had eyes blue like the deeper parts of the ocean, the captain’s eyes were the color of shallower areas, with green hues mixed in with the blue. Again, it made him feel safe in a way that the cruel, pale blue eyes of his captor had not.

Still, Nico didn’t plan on staying for long. He believed these humans had good intentions, at least as far as healing him went. But beyond that… Nico wouldn’t stick around to find out what they planned to do with him.

Will was going on to say some things about Nico’s condition that Nico himself didn’t fully understand. While he had always been curious about the human language and hung around ships to understand some things, his vocabulary was limited.

“… Anyway, I think I should keep him here for a few days to be sure he heals up okay.” Nico’s head whipped up to stare at the back of Will’s head. A few days was… more than he had anticipated.

Percy nodded, glancing up when he saw Nico move. The bandages on Will’s arm were noticeable, especially considering that Will himself didn’t get hurt very often. Percy was wary of leaving him alone with the merboy. Though the scumbag they rescued him from was vile and cowardly, he might have had the creature locked up for a reason. But after his initial strike, Nico hadn’t moved to hurt anyone outside of scowling and glaring viciously. Plus, he trusted Will’s judgement.

Percy took a step toward the cot, not venturing too close but showing that he wasn’t afraid of the kid. “Nico, right?” The merboy nodded once. “Nico, I’m truly sorry that you were captured and hurt on that other ship, but on my ship, we’re all friendly. I’m sure you don’t trust us yet, and that’s totally fine and understandable. But please know that we will do whatever we can to help you out. After Will gives the ‘okay’ on your health, we’ll take you where you need to go. Got me?” Percy had no idea if Nico was fluent in their language or not, but he hoped his message got across properly.

Nico sat there for a moment, both surprised and suspicious at the man’s words. He stared into those sea-green eyes, coming to the conclusion that, at least for now, his words were genuine. Nico nodded once more, then cleared his throat. “Thank you,” he sounded out carefully, hoping that was the proper usage.

Percy smiled immediately, big and bright. “Okay!” He turned and clapped Grover and Will on the shoulder. “Will, I’m trusting you to fix up our friend, alright?”

“Aye, captain.”

“Grover, I could use your help relaying our situation to the rest of the crew. Tell Kayla and Austin to come in and give Will a hand as needed.”

“Aye Aye, captain.”

“And Nico,” Percy glanced back over his shoulder before heading out, locking eyes with the merboy once more. “Please be nice to the good doctor. He’s the best we’ve got.” And with that, the two friends stepped out and shut the door behind them.

Will swallowed nervously, glancing at Nico, who was still staring at the closed door. Though Grover had not done much, his presence did ease Will’s nerves and allowed him to focus on assessing Nico’s condition. Now that they were alone, however, Will really had time to process the fact that he was here, with a mermaid, acting as his healer. He just shook his head. What a life I have, is all he could think.

He cleared his throat, effectively gaining Nico’s attention as he whipped back towards him, dark eyes boring into Will’s own. “Um, so, your condition is… not great,” he began oh so eloquently. Nico nodded seriously anyway. “You appear to be malnourished, physically injured though not critically, and sleep-deprived. Um,” he glanced nervously at the merboy’s tail. “I also think you’re probably dehydrated if merpeople need more water than humans to survive. The overall condition of your tail doesn’t seem good, though obviously I don’t exactly have a frame of reference for that.”

Will waited as Nico processed his words. His understanding of English was pretty amazing since it obviously was not his native language, but he probably didn’t get to practice it much.

Nico spoke up, voice a bit rough due to disuse and dehydration. “I understand,” he said. “You are correct. My tail should be… lighter? Less… dark.” His face twisted in confusion, and maybe a bit of frustration, at his limited vocabulary.

The doctor hummed as he tried to understand what Nico meant. “Do you mean shiny? Like,” he tapped his chin in thought. “Kind of how the ocean looks when sunlight hits it?”

“Yes!” Nico exclaimed. He wasn’t quite smiling yet, but his eyes lit up at learning a new word. “Shiny,” he said experimentally, tasting the word on his tongue. Will did his best to tamp down his own grin at how pleased Nico looked in this moment.

“Okay,” Will said, making a note on his clipboard. “So, with all of that, I think it’s best if you stay with us for at least three days. There’s a lot of healing that needs to be done for me to feel comfortable sending you home. Octavian really did a number on you.” He frowned down at his notes, upset at how awfully his cousin treated this poor merboy. It was almost amazing that he could become even more disgraceful in Will’s eyes than he already was.

Nico took note of the way Will looked angry when discussing his treatment on the other ship. He did not think the anger was directed at him since Will had been nothing but helpful the entire time he had been here. But he couldn’t quite grasp why Will seemed so upset on Nico’s behalf. They didn’t even know each other—they weren’t even of the same species! Yet, somehow, the way that both the captain and doctor of this ship seemed to care for Nico’s wellbeing brought him a bit of comfort. Not that he trusted them—yet—but he knew genuine actions when he saw them.

Even with all of that, though…

“Three days?” Will’s head snapped up at Nico’s voice, like he had been lost in thought previously. “Is that needed? I can heal on my own.”

The blonde took in the stubborn pout that graced his patient’s face. On the other crew members, Will would have been annoyed. But with Nico… well, he couldn’t help but think it was kind of cute. “Three days is the minimum.” Cute or no, Will always drew the line at someone’s health. “Really, I’d rather keep you for longer, just in terms of your wellbeing. However,” his eyes softened, “I also want to be able to get you home as soon as possible. I’m not sure how long you’ve been away, but I’m sure you must at least miss being in the water.”

Nico glanced away from the kind eyes of the healer. He had not been home in some time, not just due to his capture. But that wasn’t for this human to know.

The merboy didn’t know what to say, but luckily, Will continued on. “So, if it’s okay with you, I would like to keep watch over you for three days to monitor your health so that you can make a full recovery. Is this acceptable?” He desperately hoped that Nico could trust him enough for that to happen. Honestly, the fact that Nico hadn’t put up much of a fight aside from the very beginning shocked Will completely. Perhaps Nico had had good experiences with humans prior to Octavian. That would explain his knowledge of the English language.

Will was also bursting with questions about Nico’s species, which he hoped to get answered over the course of the three days. Because how could he not?

After what felt like an hour of silence, Nico finally seemed to find what he was looking for in Will’s eyes. He nodded, more to himself than the doctor, and said, “Okay, I agree. One condition.” Nico pointed to the door without taking his eyes off Will. “Keep this door locked.”

“What?” Will cocked his head to the side in confusion. That’s probably the opposite of what he would have expected the merboy to want.

“Locked,” he said again, like Will didn’t understand. “I do not think you will harm me. But I do not know the other humans.”

Ah, that makes sense and is actually pretty smart thinking, Will thought as he nodded in understanding. “Understood. I’ll clear that with Percy and make sure it is always locked. I can leave a key in here as well, if that makes you more comfortable. I don’t want you to feel,” caged, he nearly said, “held against your will.”

This earned Will a tiny smile and a nod, which he counted as a major win for the day. “Okay then. That’s settled, so let’s continue on…”

 A/N: I’m going to cut this here. Next chapter will be the next day, or day one of the three days. (Who knows when that’ll be up—)

[therollingstonys]

The Lines in My Skin

AN: Warnings for; light D/S, rope bondage/Shibari, non sexual submission. This is just very light fluff of Tony taking care of Bucky after a particularly bad mission.

“Tony?”

The cautious call of his name breaks Tony’s attention to the project he’s been working on for the last—eight hours? 

He looks up and finds Bucky hovering in the doorway, biting at his lip and looking exhausted and haunted. 

Tony’s instantly on alert—Bucky and Steve had been on a mission in Madrid, taking down a cluster of Hydra who had been “adopting” orphans and turning them into sleeper agents—and seeing Bucky’s face now, he knows it must have taken a toll. 

He waves Bucky over and holds out his arms, letting out a soft sound of surprise when Bucky falls to his knees beside Tony’s stool and buries his face into Tony’s shirt covered stomach. 

When he lays his hand on Bucky’s shoulder he can feel him trembling, like a high strung racehorse. “What’s going on baby?” he asks softly, rubbing gentle circles on Bucky’s back. 

“It’s...I can’t...I see their faces Tony...they were babies.”

Tony nods and slides his hand up to cup Bucky’s neck, squeezing gently till he feels the tension start to bleed away. “I know honey, I’m sorry I should have taken that mission instead of you, next time, I promise I’ll go with you.”

Bucky pushes his face into Tony’s stomach and makes a low wounded sound, “I just...I need to feel... safe.” His voice sounds raw and wet, and when Tony reaches down and tips his face up with two fingers under his chin, he can see tears on Bucky’s cheeks. 

He’s gentle as he wipes them away, heart breaking for his love. He smiles shakily, “Okay honey, I want you to stay here, just like this, while I get the rope.” He waits till Bucky nods and then stands carefully, cups Bucky’s cheek for a moment, just staring at him adoringly before he leans down and kisses his brow gently. 

He leaves Bucky there and hurries to the locked storage closet he has in his shop for times like these. They’ve played in his shop before, carefully and pre negotiated, so everything he needs is here and ready for use. 

The closet opens after he inputs his fingerprint to the biometric lock and then it’s just a moment to select which rope he wants—he’s thinking red this time. It looks so lovely against Bucky’s skin, and he can’t help the possessive thrill he feels at seeing his color on Bucky’s body, binding him in place. 

He brings up FRIDAY’s systems control and raises the temperature by eight degrees in preparation for stripping Bucky down to his briefs. Cold is their biggest enemy and he knows better than to ask Bucky to endure it for any length of time. 

He grabs a thickly plush pillow for Bucky to kneel on and then shuts the cabinet, a stillness falling over him. In this place inside his head he knows exactly what to do, what to say, how to take care of the man he loves. 

When he comes back he notes the tension in Bucky’s body and the glazed look to his eyes. It’s not the glaze of subspace, but intentional disconnect as Bucky tries to disassociate from the pain he’s suffering. 

It makes Tony’s chest ache in a way that has nothing to do with the arc reactor between his ribs, and he crouches down, cups Bucky’s cheek and smiles softly, encouragingly. 

Bucky’s eyes lift to his and Tony caresses his cheek with a calloused thumb, “Hey sweetheart, it’s gonna be nice and warm soon, I promise.” Bucky leans into the touch and Tony smiles, “I’m going to strip you down to your briefs and then tie you up. I want you to kneel by me while I work darling, how does that sound?”

Bucky’s eyes fall shut, a dreamy smile forming on his lips as he nods, “Good, tha’s good sir.”

Tony presses a kiss to his brow, lingering to inhale the scent of sweat and gunpowder lingering there after his mission. 

“Think afterwards we’re gonna take a nice hot bath, sound good peaches?” 

Bucky hums in agreement and Tony’s lips curl into a smile against Bucky’s skin. 

“Ok then babydoll,” he murmurs, rising up to his knees, tapping on Bucky’s arms, “lift.”

From there it’s just a few moments and softly worded orders to get Bucky stripped down to his briefs and have him kneeling on the pillow. 

He takes his time looping the rope carefully around Bucky’s torso, all sound and thought falling away as he ties knots and adjusts loops till he’s satisfied. 

Bucky’s shoulders soften as Tony secures a knot on his spine, humming in appreciation as he runs his fingers down the ridges of his back. “Look so gorgeous like this James,” he murmurs, noting the way the usage of his proper name makes Bucky shiver.

They’d worked out long ago that Bucky needed a different name when they played, and after some discussion had landed on using his proper name. It’s a call to the man Bucky wants to be—calm, quiet and gentle. 

Tony adjusts Bucky’s arms behind him, forearms clasped, and begins winding the rope, slipping the ends through the stars he’s knotted on Bucky’s back and tying them off so that if Bucky shifts his arms or tugs, it will pull his shoulders back and force his chest out, exposing the way Tony’s highlighted his nipples with beautiful starbursts. 

By now Bucky’s eyes are mostly closed and his breathing is slow and steady. Tony smiles and brushes his hair back from his face, leans in and kisses him gently, humming when Bucky’s mouth opens easily to him, like a flower blooming under the sun. 

“What’s your number baby?” he murmurs, cupping Bucky’s cheek, thumb caressing the knife sharp edge of his cheekbone. 

Bucky hums and leans into it, “One sir.”

Tony kisses his brow, pleased. 

They’d worked out a scale for situations like this: one to five where one was completely comfortable and five was I need out immediately. 

Anything past a two and they pause to check in and adjust as necessary. 

“Good, that’s good James. I’m going to lower you to your back and do your legs now, okay?” 

Bucky nods and turns his head to kiss Tony’s palm, expression sugar sweet and adoring. “Thank you sir, thank you,” he murmurs, lashes fluttering as he gazes up at Tony. 

Tony can’t help but kiss him, lips brushing over his again and again, “Course baby, anything for my sweet James. My good love.”

Bucky’s chest shudders at the praise and Tony kisses him one last time before lacing his fingers through the crimson rope and lowering him gently down onto the pillow. He ties Bucky’s calves to his thighs and then guides him back up into a kneeling position.

Tony takes his seat back on his stool and guides Bucky’s head onto his knee, fingers lacing through his hair. 

“Ok James, you’re going to kneel here till I finish this coding. What’s your safe words?”

He feels Bucky’s jaw working against his thigh when he speaks, “Ganymede for full stop, Sunset for pause and check in,” he answers dutifully.

“Good, very good James,” Tony croons, rubbing at Bucky’s scalp till he feels him slump into Tony’s leg. 

After that it’s pure silence as Tony works on the code for repairing his suit, one hand in Bucky’s hair the whole time. It’s slower going with only one hand, but it forces him to focus on what he’s doing, and that’s how, nearly an hour later, he finally figures out where he’s been going wrong. 

He sits back and rolls his shoulders before turning his attention to Bucky, assessing the lines of his back and the tilt of his neck. 

Laying a hand on the nape of his neck, he squeezes gently and caresses the column of Bucky’s neck. “James darling, what’s your number?” 

Bucky hums and nuzzles his face into Tony’s thigh, soft sounds in his throat as he breathes slow and steady. 

“S a one sir,” he slurs, relaxation in every line of his body, even as his chest is arched forward by the tug of his arms pulling down gently. 

Tony hums and leans over to check the knots, squeezing and checking the circulation in Bucky’s fingers, asking each time for a number till he’s satisfied that Bucky is still safe and held securely. 

Cupping Bucky’s cheek, he lifts it and smiles when his dazed lightning blue eyes meet Tony’s. “Hi honey,” he murmurs, “I’m all done with my coding, are you ready to be done?” he asks gently. 

Bucky frowns and shakes his head, “Wanna stay sir,” he negates, leaning into Tony’s touch. “Feel safe.”

Tony’s heart clenches in his chest and he leans down, free hand cupping Bucky’s neck as he kisses him hard. He devours Bucky, blood thrumming in delight with each moan that he pulls from his love. 

He’s panting slightly when he pulls back, gaze drawn to the wet, pink skin of Bucky’s lips. “Okay baby, I’m gonna undo your legs and arms and then dress you so we can go upstairs and eat, okay doll?” 

Bucky takes a long moment to answer, eyes opening slowly, but when he does, he smiles and nods, “Yessir. Can I...kneel for you? While we eat?” 

“Of course my love, of course,” Tony murmurs, hurry to drop kisses on Bucky’s cheeks, nose, brow and lips. “You’ll kneel for me and I’ll feed you my darling, my sweet love. Your sir will take care of you.”

Bucky nuzzles into Tony’s palm and sighs happily, “Thank you sir, love you,” he murmurs, eyes glazed with adoration as he smiles up at Tony.

Tony can’t help but kiss him again, holding him gently like he’s precious, because he is, Bucky is so precious to Tony that it takes his breath away some days. 

They’re both breathing a little unsteadily when Tony pulls away, so he gives them a moment to slow down again before he slips out of his chair and begins untying Bucky. The process of removing the rope is just as detailed as tying it up, and it allows Tony time to think about what food he wants to feed Bucky.

FRIDAY brings up a list of the food that’s available as he unties the knots and loops the rope around his arm. He selects fresh cut fruit, bites of rotisserie chicken, tomatoes, cheese, and avocado. Nothing too heavy, but with all the nutrition that Bucky’s super powered body needs. 

Bucky melts under his touch, muscles lax and warm under Tony’s hands, humming softly as Tony rubs his toes and fingers, hands strong and firm from years of metalwork and construction. He rubs down Bucky’s calves and thighs, forearms and biceps, smiling lovingly as Bucky tilts forward and lodges his brow against Tony’s collarbones. 

“What’s your number James.”

“One sir, m’good sir.”

He kisses Bucky’s hair and smiles, “Indeed you are James, my sweet love.”

Bucky hums happily and Tony smiles into his hair, petting up and down his arms for a few more minutes. He laughs softly at how limp Bucky is as he dresses him—despite Bucky’s best efforts to help, it’s mostly Tony manipulating him back into his jeans and T-shirt. 

He leaves Bucky barefoot and guides him out of the shop and into the elevator, smiling when Bucky leans into him heavily, face pressed into Tony’s throat so he can feel how Bucky’s lip are curled into a smile. 

When the doors open Tony nudges Bucky forward, “Go kneel by the couch love, I’ll be there in a moment.”

Bucky nods and pauses, tilts his chin up in expectation and Tony laughs as he leans in and kisses Bucky gently. He pats his ass and laughs softly, “Go on doll,” he murmurs, watching Bucky go for a moment before he heads to the kitchen and pulls out the tray of food the staff and arranged for them. 

He goes to the living room and finds Bucky kneeling, eyes closed in anticipation. Tony situates the tray and then holds out a piece of chicken to Bucky’s lips, “Open,” he orders softly, smiling when Bucky follows the command immediately. 

They go slowly; a piece of chicken followed by a tomato followed by cheese and then a slice of pineapple. 

Over and over again he feeds Bucky, kissing him between every few bites, offering water other times so he’s hydrated as well as fed. 

By the time the tray is three quarters empty Bucky is slowing, eyes clearer and more focused on Tony. He brushes his knuckles against Bucky’s cheek as he chews, smiling fondly. 

“Feeling good love?” he asks softly, smiling when Bucky nods and turns his chin to press a kiss to the palm of Tony’s hand. 

“Very good sir, full an’ warm an’ happy,” Bucky murmurs, smiling up at Tony. 

“All done eating?” 

Bucky nods and shuffles forward to lay his head on Tony’s knee, “Yea ‘m good,” he sighs. 

Tony pets his clean fingers through Bucky’s hair, “You ready to take the rest off? Take a shower and go to bed?”

Bucky hums and nods, eyes closed in contentment.  

Tony lets him stay for a minute or two longer before he guides him up and into their bedroom. He strips off Bucky’s clothing and undoes the harness on his torso, laying the rope aside for storage. 

They shower and Tony washes Bucky gently, getting every inch of his body clean, fingers massaging his scalp as he washes Bucky hair, talking softly about his plans for them tomorrow. 

“Thinking maybe we can take a ride up to the cabin, take a few days off. We can go for a hike and swim in the lake and I can fuck you on the back porch, in the sun, make you moan my name as loud as you want.”

Bucky makes a soft needy sound and Tony grins, presses a kiss to the nape of his neck before guiding him under the spray of the water, washing his hair clean so the suds run down the planes of his golden skin. 

Bucky washes him in return, following Tony’s gentle orders till they’re both scented of juniper and grapefruit and the air is thick with steam. 

Tony towels them off and orders FRIDAY to lower the lights till they’re barely on, the faint glow just enough to light the way to their bed. Bucky rolls half on top of him, nuzzles into his throat and sighs happily when Tony begins rubbing his back. 

“You up baby?” Tony asks softly, fingers pressing into the lines on Bucky’s skin the rope has left behind. 

Bucky hums sleepily, “Mostly, jus’ sleepy now.”

Tony nods and buries his nose into Bucky’s clean hair and inhales deeply. “Sleep then love, you’re safe.”

Bucky kisses his throat, “Always safe with you Tones,” he whispers. “Love you so much.”

Tony inhales unsteadily, tears in his eyes at the sweetness, the love and trust in every moment they’ve had in their evening together. 

“Love you too babydoll, always and forever,” he promises, lips pressing against Bucky’s hair, breath hitching. 

“Always an’ forever,” Bucky echoes sleepily. 

Tony traces the lines on Bucky’s skin and feels him falls asleep by measures, feels the way his limbs go soft with sleep, and revels in the trust that his love shows him each and every day. 

Always and forever 

[thotsforvillainrights]

~Pivitol~

[As Promised, here is the first chapter of the Overhaul Fanfic I was supposed to be working on once a week. I hope I can do a good enough job. I haven’t written a fanfic since my Wattpad days. I still get notifications from my Ticci Toby x Clockwork book XD]

Summary: The move to the city has been hectic so far. You’re new here and feeling very much alone, but you aren’t scared! People around here seem to be fairly nice to you, yet there were still mysterious people lurking here and there. So what do you think happens when you go get laundry done a block away? It can either be good or bad, but it will never be boring!

Chapter: 1

Warnings: None

“Thank you!” You cheerfully waved at the moving men when they left the last of your furniture in the living room. They were off to the next objective and you were free to unpack and unwind to enjoy your new city life. The move has been hectic you agree, but the overwhelming feeling of starting life anew was welcoming and overtly optimistic. You smiled to yourself as you sat on the plushy carpet of the living room and sifted through a box labelled ‘wall art’. Sure you were jumping ahead by trying to decorate before unpacking everything, but you just couldn’t wait to make the new apartment feel homier. Suddenly you heard a soft knocking at the door. You opened it and looked down to see a VERY short elderly woman holding a small present while a small dog was leashed next to her side. “Good evening dear. I’m the landlord at this establishment and I just wanted to take the time to give you the old welcome chat that I’ve given to all of my tenants since I started in this business. My name is Mrs. Yumine. You may call me Ms. Yumi for short. This here is my furry baby Fitch.” She said as she pointed at the cute dog next to her. “Here, these are for you dear.” She reached up and handed you the box with her short arms. You smiled and gently took the box, opening it to reveal fresh baked cookies. “Thank you so much Ms. Yumi! Also, thank you for allowing me to take up residence at this apartment complex. I have the feeling that I’m going to like living here!” You said cheerfully. The elderly woman smiled widely, her wrinkles pulling to show the cheerfulness of her face over time. “My dear if you need anything then please come see me on the first floor in apartment #6. If you can’t see me for whatever reason then please call me at either number I’ve written on the bottom of that box. Have a good evening!” You nodded and went to put the box away once the landlord had left to finish walking her pup. Eventually all your hard work paid off and you were almost finished unpacking/moving things around. You had all of the essentials unpacked save for a few items amongst the unnecessary. The only issue now was:

1.) What are you going to have for dinner

2.) What are you going to wear to bed? (unless you sleep in the nude, to which this isn’t a problem)

You sighed and looked over at the stack of dirty clothes you didn’t wash before moving here. Unfortunately you looked around and realized the apartment had no washer or dryer hookup. After some quick searching on your phone However, you were able to locate a laundromat just a block away from the apartment. “Score!” You quickly got up from your lounging spot on the couch and gathered the clothes into a basket. You made space for detergent and grabbed the keys to lock the apartment behind yourself. Walking just down the block, you managed to make it to the laundromat in just fine condition. With this section of the city being as large as it was, the crime here was moderate rather than slim. Yet you still moved here due to job opportunity. You smiled to yourself at the near empty laundromat. It was becoming evening time very soon, and eventually it would shift into night by the time you finished washing and drying your clothes. The crowd here was barren due to the time of day. It was just you, a busy mother of 2 folding her laundry by a table, and an old man snoozing in the chairs by the large window. You began to load clothing into the washer when suddenly you heard the ding of the door opening. You looked up and saw 3 rather handsome men standing empty handed as they entered. One on the right had odd silver hair in the shape of arrows that framed his handsome face ever so delicately. His eyes thin and focused, his jawline carved by God himself. Although he was dressed in a simple white hoodie, he could’ve easily passed as a model. The man on the left had a more refined look to him. His hair was a short blonde combed neatly upon his head. His glasses adorned his rather slender face perfectly. He was dressed semi casual with a tie and everything. He was the type of man you’d see in a bank somewhere. Finally your attention turned to the man in the middle. His hair was a cropped, darkened chestnut/auburn color. Three golden piercings attached to one of his ears, and a simple black medical mask covered the lower half of his face. His outfit was semi casual while formal at the same time. He wore a clack suit jacket with a dark grey button up underneath, unbuttoned at the top just a bit. There was no tie, and the slacks fit his lower form perfectly, showing off the very slightly thickened thighs. 

Perhaps the most entrancing thing about his appearance was his piercing golden eyes and his long lower eyelashes. 

Their eyes began scanning the scene, and when the man in the middle locked eyes with you then you quickly turned your attention to the laundry in front of you. His stare was burning into you, and you felt as if you were being watched since he looked at you. You nervously shifted eyes to the busy mother and noticed how she discreetly pushed her children behind her back. She then quickly proceeded to fold all of her laundry and rush out the door past the men. By now the elderly man had woken up from the sound of his washing machine beeping to signal his clothes were complete. He noticed the 3 men by the door and quickly gathered his wet clothes, tossing them into the nearest dryer, paying the change, and moving to sit on the other end of the laundromat. Apparently these men carried an aura to them that you just couldn’t put your hands on. Still, you were here to do your laundry, so you decided not to focus too hard on them...no matter how handsome and shady they may have seemed. You settled your clothing into the washing machine and inserted the change. Then you went to sit at the window where the old man originally sat. You glanced at him from the other end of the laundromat and his eyes held a certain shock or fear. Perhaps it was remorse, or maybe a warning. It was as if he was mentally trying to tell you to leave, or to sit over by him instead of being near the men. You ignored the ominous message and pulled your phone out to scroll through the notifications. You couldn’t help but to overhear some of the conversation they began to engage in. 

“I shouldn’t have to be in such a filthy area such as this. How does this pertain to the deal in any way, Kurono?” The golden eyed man asked the arrow hair. “I don’t know, but Hojo spoke of the rival gang being not too far from here. This is a good spot because it’s not expected. Just in case negotiations break down and-” 

“Shhh...I think we’re being monitored.” The glasses guy spoke to Kurono. The 3 men looked over their shoulder at you but you kept your eyes to the screen. “C’mon Nemouto, she/he/they aren’t even paying attention to us. Anyway, the deal shouldn’t take too long Overhaul.” Kurono then spoke to the golden eyed man...Overhaul. Suddenly his phone rang. He answered it, mumbling something lowly and then hung up. “Boss you stay here. Me and Nemouto are going to handle the exchange.” Then Kurono and Nemouto left the laundromat, leaving Overhaul to stand there rather awkwardly (yet still calm at the same time). After a while, you began to feel that feeling of being watched carrying on far too long. You peeked up and saw him standing closer, staring down at you intently. “Uh...hello?” You chuckled nervously. You were met with intense silence for a moment. As soon as you were about to look at your phone again, you heard him utter a small ‘hello’. You offered him a seat next to you but he hesitated at first. Ultimately he decided to have a seat, leaving an empty chair between you two for space you presumed. He also hadn’t sat until he took out a wipe and cleaned the empty seat. Then he sat down. “Pardon my curiosity for a moment, but you seem like a new face around here..” He started small talk with you. “Oh yeah, I just moved here actually! I heard there were good job opportunities here that didn’t really heavily center on the usage of quirks. Job hunting seems harder these days when you’re qurikless.” His eyebrow raised at your words. You successfully peaked his interests. “Oh, quirkless? How rare in this society. What is your name if you don’t mind me asking.” 

“It’s Y/N...Y/N L/N. What about you?” You reached out to shake his hand. He stared at your hand and looked back up at you. “You may call me Overhaul. Oh, I don’t shake hands. Too much risk involved with bacteria and such.” He said shortly. “Ah, sorry. I guess I should’ve assumed that since you’re wearing those gloves and all.” Suddenly the washer went off to signal your clothing completing it’s cycle. You excused yourself and went to load the clothes into the dryer. The issue arose when you dropped a quarter and it rolled under the machines. “Oh no! Aw man!” You sighed in defeat. You were mentally preparing for your walk back to the apartment to retrieve a quarter when you heard a clinking sound and the dryer starting up. You looked up and saw Overhaul standing there. “Thank you so much! Ugh, I’m such an idiot for bringing exact change with me. I should’ve been prepared.” You bullied yourself a bit. “it’s alright. There’s nothing wrong with being precise most of the time. Your problem just now wasn’t that you brought exact change, but the fact that you clumsily dropped it.” You laughed at his seriousness and he tilted his head. “Was something I said funny?”

“No, it’s just that you seem like the type of person to lead a group of people less serious than you are.”

“You have no idea...” He sighed and you giggled at him. Before you knew it, the men returned to retrieve him and your clothes were down drying. “Goodbye Y/N. I do hope there’s a chance we can meet again soon enough.” He bid you farewell as you folded your dry clothing. For some reason, he left your heart afloat and curiosity coupled with the need to chat with him some more had overtaken you.

“Overhaul...”

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[back-on-my-bullsh]

Band-Ten-Heart

Summary: A long bus ride provides Peter the perfect opportunity to tell you how he feels. Now all he needs to do is actually talk to you.

Warnings: Fluff! cursing, some angst if you use a magnifying glass, probably some improper comma usage, marching band lingo.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Here it is! My very first fic :D A lot of this is based off of my own experiences in high school marching band so, y’know, take this with a grain of salt or whateva. Feedback is always appreciated so... let me know what you think, I guess.

“Hey Peter?”

Peter’s eyes shot up from his phone to meet yours across the aisle of the bus, his brows raised.

“Could you hold this for me?” Peter glanced down at your outstretched arms to see you holding a mirror towards him. He nodded, taking it from you and holding it out so you could see yourself in it.

“Doing makeup on the bus? A bit risky, don’t you think?” Peter gave you a concerned smile.

“Occupational hazard,” you shrugged, “they don’t usually give us time to do it there.” Peter hummed in affirmation as he watched you paint long strokes of pastel colors around your eyes.

“Pretty impressive,” he said, admiring your precision.

You paused to smile up at him, “lotsa’ practice, I suppose.” He nodded again and your eyes returned to the mirror so you could keep working.

Peter thought back to all the times he’d arrived at competition sites or rival high schools, only to see you with your makeup and hair perfectly done, ready to take the field. He inwardly cursed his band director for keeping the woodwinds on a separate bus until now. The charter bus taking them to their next competition had enough storage to allow the whole band to fit onto two buses rather than the usual three, and the nearly ten-hour drive had prompted Mr. Keely to allow them to sit on whichever bus they pleased.

Peter had immediately decided to join you with the rest of the color guard, determined to finally ask you out. He even managed to snag the seat across the aisle from you. His confidence wavered, however, when he realized he had no earthly idea what to say to you. The two of you were friendly, sure—you’d been going to school together for years—but you’d never been close.

But Peter was intent on changing that now. He’d spent nearly all of the trip trying to come up with a topic of conversation until you had finally hit him over the head with one, and now he couldn’t stop staring at you long enough to think of what to say.

“You good, Pete?” Peter’s eyes snapped to yours.

“Hmm? Oh, sorry,” he blushed, “just admiring your handiwork. You’re really good at that,” he nodded towards you as you continued painting the intricate design on your face.

“Thanks,” you replied with a warm smile, and Peter swore it was brighter than the sun.

“I wish I was that talented,” he sighed, shaking his head.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Parker,” you quipped with a smirk, “I saw you on Opposite Day this summer. That eyeliner? Snatched.” Peter let out a laugh, genuine and bright.

“I wish I could take credit for that,” he chuckled, “that was all my aunt, though.”

Your hand flew to your chest as a look of shock covered your face, “Peter Benjamin Parker!”

“How do you know my middle name?”

“You mean to tell me that for the past two and a half months you just let me believe you were a secret beauty guru?” You scoffed at him, “I have never felt so betrayed.”

Peter bit back a laugh as you continued to scold him. “Honestly, Peter,” you paused to dig through the bag of makeup next to you, pulling out a tube of lipstick before meeting his eyes once again, “I’m not sure our friendship can survive this.”

“No! Don’t say that,” Peter faux-pleaded, a smile tugging at his lips. “How do I make this better?” He grabbed your wrist gently and gave you his best puppy dog eyes.

Your facade broke as you burst into a fit of giggles and the sound made Peter’s heart flutter. “I suppose I can let you off the hook since you have been holding my mirror for like twenty minutes,” you teased, a warm smile plastered on your face.

Peter smiled back as he pretended to wipe his brow, letting out an exaggerated sigh of relief. When he looked back to you, your eyes were looking down at your lap. He quirked his head and followed your gaze to find that his hand still attached to your wrist. A blush rose in his cheeks as he quickly pulled away, mumbling a “sorry,” before returning his hand to the mirror.

You chuckled as you turned your attention back to your reflection, swiping on a lavender lipstick and smacking your lips together a few times before leaning back to admire your work.

“What do you think?” Peter’s eyes met yours once again and he couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face.

“Looks really good,” he nodded.

“Is it more ‘magical fairy princess’ than last week?”

“Dunno,” he confessed, “missed last week’s game.”

“Right, the internship,” you recalled, taking the mirror back from him and swapping it for your phone. “Mind taking a few pictures?” Peter shook his head, taking your phone and snapping a few shots of you from different angles. You thanked him while and pulling some makeup wipes out of your bag.

Peter furrowed his brows, “Wait, why are you taking it off?” He watched the design smudge and fade away as you wiped your face.

“Well for starters, we’re still like, five and a half hours from the competition site,” you joked, “and for seconders, this was just a test. The judge at the last competition complained that the makeup wasn’t readable but I haven’t had time since then to adjust it so I’m doing it now.” You finished cleaning your face, tossing the wipes back in your bag before standing and returning it to the storage compartment above your seat. You grabbed your phone from him as you sat back down, “Gotta send those to the rest of the guard so they know what to fix later,” you mumbled before turning in your seat to fully face Peter, sticking your phone between your thigh and the blue velvet of the seat cushion.

“Can I ask you something, Pete?” He nodded and you continued, “You haven’t been around a ton since you got the Stark internship, which sucks ‘cause I know the c-nets could really use you,” Peter watched your fingers fidget with your sweatpants as you rambled and he wondered what it would be like to feel them intertwined with his own. “And I get that it probably takes up a lot of your time which begs the question,” you tapped his leg with your foot and he looked up at you, “how come you didn’t just quit?”

Shit. Peter inwardly cursed as he felt heat rise to his cheeks. This was it. This was his chance to tell you how he felt. To tell you that he would’ve quit ages ago if this wasn’t the only time you saw each other. He wanted to tell you that he’d been stretching himself thin for over a year just so he could spend time with you. That he’d quit every other extracurricular in order to be Spider-Man but couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing you every day, so he stayed. He didn’t even like the stupid clarinet, he’d only picked it up to make May happy.

“I, uh-“ he stuttered, looking anywhere but your eyes.

“Not that I want you gone, or anything,” you were quick to correct yourself. Peter’s heart raced as he felt you slide your hand into his, “I’m just worried, Pete. You seem real tired and yesterday you kept messing up your drill and you almost got hit with a flag…” you trailed off, rubbing small circles onto the back of his hand with your thumb and Peter thought he might burst.

He took in a deep breath before meeting your gaze, your eyes were filled with concern and he swore he could get lost in them for all eternity. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, instead he let out a long sigh and pressed his eyes shut.

Fuck it.

“I didn’t want to quit because I was afraid I wouldn’t see you,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes closed tight.

He felt your thumb come to a stop on the back of his hand before you slowly pulled your hand away entirely and Peter’s heart sank. He wished he could take it back, return to the friendly banter you’d had just a few minutes ago before you asked that question. Why’d you have to ask that question?

“Hey Mark?” Peter’s eyes flew open and he whipped his head towards the boy sitting next to him.

Mark turned to look at you, brows raised. “Would you mind swapping seats with me? Peter and I are gonna watch some Star Trek.” Peter swiveled in his seat once more to give you a confused look.

“Sure, whatever.” Mark grabbed his stuff and shuffled past Peter into the aisle while you did the same.

Peter was sure his heart was about to burst out of his chest when you plopped down next to him, pulling your laptop out of your backpack and resting it on your lap. Peter just watched as you queued up an episode of Next Generation, unsure of what was happening.

You plugged in a pair of headphones, putting one in your own ear and handing the other to him. Peter’s skin burned as his hands brushed yours. His mind was short-circuiting; there were so many possible outcomes to his confession and he honestly didn’t know which one this was. Were you just ignoring it? Forcing the moment away with sheer willpower?

You pressed play and the episode started but Peter wasn’t paying attention. His only focus was your presence beside him. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed to say something. He opened his mouth to speak but you raised a hand to stop him.

“Nope. Me first.” Peter closed his mouth and put on a tight lipped smile. “You know, there’s a long-standing tradition in almost every marching band on earth,” you started. “Well, less of a tradition and more of a universally acknowledged truth, and that is ‘guard kids date percussionists’.” Peter’s heart fell as the pieces clicked together. This was a rejection.

“For the most part, it’s true. Did you know the last three people I dated were all drummers?” Peter shook his head at this, biting his bottom lip in an effort to keep tears from welling in his eyes. “Yeah, two from drumline, one from pit.”

“I don’t see how thi-“

“Uh-uh. Still me.” Peter sighed as you pressed on. “I think it’s because our personalities mesh so well. Drummers are cocky, they have to be to lead the band like they do. And color guard? You’ve got to be one stubborn, confident motherfucker to toss around a six foot metal pole all day.” Peter just nodded, his eyes glued to the laptop screen.

“But drummers are also assholes,” you sighed and Peter could feel your eyes on him. “Peter, I’m getting real fuckin’ sick of dating assholes.”

Peter’s eyes widened as your words registered. He slowly turned to meet your gaze as you continued, “Clarinets, on the other hand?” You rolled your eyes in mock indignation. “Clarinets are awkward, oblivious, fumbling nerds,” you paused, searching for the right words, “but they’re also sweet, attentive, and wicked smart.”

Peter’s heart was pounding so loudly he was sure you could hear it from your seat beside him. What is happening??? A million thoughts were going through his head as he searched your eyes for an answer.

“My point is…” you shut your eyes, drawing in a deep breath and Peter’s heart leapt into his throat. “Peter Parker,” your eyes met his again, “I’m really glad you didn’t quit.” Your voice was practically a whisper as you leaned towards him, and Peter thought he must be dreaming.

Your lips met his in a gentle kiss and Peter could hear your heart beating as quickly as his own. You pulled back after a moment, bottom lip pulled between your teeth and your gaze fixed on him. Peter’s eyes looked between your own before he brought a hand to your cheek and pulled you back towards him. His lips crashed into yours and he cursed himself for waiting five whole hours before doing this.

You giggled into the kiss and Peter’s heart fluttered at the sound. He wanted to stay like this forever, lips pressed against yours, feelings of mutual longing finally being hashed out. That feeling intensified as your tongue swiped across his bottom lip, silently asking permission. He granted it enthusiastically, parting his lips and dancing his tongue with your own. He felt you shift below him as you moved your laptop to the side and lifted the armrest separating your seats before threading your fingers through his hair. Peter moaned at the feeling of you tugging his curls and he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

The two of you sat like that for a few seconds, catching your breath and processing what had just happened. You pulled away slowly, eyes never leaving his own. The smile etched on your face made Peter’s stomach do flips.

“You know what else is great about clarinet players?” Peter hummed, already leaning in to kiss you again.

“Talented tongues.”

Tagging some people, I guess:

@holland3000 @marvellousparkerpeter @stuckonspidey @hillsnholland@keepingupwiththeparkers @madmadmilk @definitely-not-black-cat@afterglowparker @dtftomholland @lousimusician @spideyyeet @starksparker@wazzupmrstark @toms-gf @spideypeach @mjandliz @webbedparkers@moorehollandplz @hollandlovely @thirsttrapholland @marvellousparkerpeter@spidey-starks @mcuspidey @gyllenwh0re @mrs-hollandstan @condy-wants-a-cookie @edgy-hufflepuff-bro @pink16panther @makylaolson16 

[helltore-a]

            welcome to the first episode of THE BLOGCHELOR starring me !  

      this has been in production for MONTHS and i am here to deliver for mutuals and non - mutuals alike ,  this is  FREE TO JOIN FOR ALL .  i will be doing this fortnightly or monthly  (  depending on my schedule )  with at least 5 BLOGS reviewed for however way they will take my perspective to improve and grow for the better.  feel free to take it or leave it. 

      THE RATING WORKS ON THE RANGE OF 5 / 5:  with 1 as has so much room for potential and improvement ,  3 as passable and your blog works as functionally and practically as it should ,  and 5 as with flying colors that your blog works but with good extras.  READ FULL CRITERIA DESCRIPTION HERE.

01.  @msscre​ .  fandomless oc by pax.

ACCESSIBILITY  /    NAVIGABILITY.     ★★★★★ With this kind of theme having maximum number of 4 links ,  I like how the first thing your blog immediately showed me is the links because the boxes and font color just pops out. You did what you can with limited url slots and the navigation page for everything makes it easier for everyone to browse through since they’re all redirected pages.   ➤ GENERAL ADVICE FOR EVERYONE :   In my opinion ,  it’s better to have a good balance and choice of usage between redirected pages and custom pages. Too much use of custom pages for the aesthetic can be annoying for a potential partner browsing your blog because most people just want to read your content and not to be kept redirected to different pages ,  especially if they’re incoherent with no uniform choice of design.  Worst combo to send your potential partners away since they can also feel lazy not to read your content.  Yes ,  people do that and it’s not their fault since the human brain has limited attention span.  Too much redirected pages works if you want simple ,  straightforward navigation but it wouldn’t hurt to add a little flair sometimes.  This flair can be from the custom page and redirected page mix usage or from how your content is formatted too.

VISUAL IMPACT  /   AESTHETICS.      ★★★★  Absolutely love the consistency in your theme color palette !  Neutrals and red as highlights is a good duo.  Everyone is entitled to their own tastes of their representation and interpretation of their muses ,  though might I suggest that the color of your highlights be a little lighter ?  The theme and fonts are neutrals and dark ,  so it will help the eyes adjust and find the emphasised content you’re aiming to be read if your highlights are light or medium light so not to deviate with the theme’s aesthetic. However ,  I don’t feel your font for the header though ...  seems a bit off for me but it’s just a difference between preferences ,  no biggie. ➤ GENERAL ADVICE FOR EVERYONE :   It’s always good to have a good choice of what font goes with what.  In my case I use a lot of font sizes and properties to complement the theme with the format or the actual font used.  Usually I do cursive and straight combination ,  not one over other overpowering each other.  Google Fonts with html codes and stuff is your best friend. 

SUBSTANCE  /         INFORMATIVE.    ★★★★  Good info on the biography and verses since they have whatever pumps the blog alive.  I don’t know if it’s in your intentions but a PERSONALITY section is good too in supporting your psychological evaluation stats page since mostly ,  numbers don’t really make sense to humans.  They’re more of the qualitative type ,  makes it easier for them to understand if you link those numbers to words of brief description of your muse’s behavior and attitude.  This is especially crucial for OCs to have as one of my preferences so I’ll know if our muses can clash for fun or just clash without sense ...  you can gauge what an interaction can be just by reading the other’s personality section and see how it helps with the plotting and relationship dynamic.

READABILITY  /        LEGIBILITY.          ★★★★  The colour of the highlights is what I’ve said earlier but overall ,  the font colors are good since I can read them.

BRANDING  /        WOW FACTOR.       ★★★★★ The mysteriousness with the PERSONALITY section gone can be a pro and con sometimes and since I read your about page ,  there’s suspense in how you came up with her name because it’s really thought - evoking.  I associate your muse with a greek figure and it gives me something to think about especially as it can help me pinpoint a plot for us ,  if ever.  I also appreciate the stats page like they’re very unique with some stats I’ve never seen before so it makes up for the substance as well.  There’s visual - spatial intelligence ,  etc. which makes your muse unique due to that analysis.  Little details matter.

02.  @jollynephilim .  supernatural’s  jack kline by dipper.

ACCESSIBILITY  /    NAVIGABILITY.     ★★★★ Might enhance a bit with positioning since some of the links are scattered on top of the side header  WHO IS IN CONTROL  which makes it hard for me to ignore in a visual - wise focus.  You can also experiment by using other symbols or images since the links are eye - catching due to animation. 

VISUAL IMPACT  /  AESTHETICS.      ★★★  I’ve been very familiar with this kind of theme since I am guilty of being tempted to use the same ,  although this one has become mainstream so I am very used to seeing the same formula over and over again.  Something new might be good or an innovation of the original theme though it doesn’t mean you should sell your soul to photoshop or html masters.  The background edit is well - appreciated since it blends with the dark color palette you chose.  You can make your theme a little bit refined with the bars by changing their gray rose  ( ?? )  background to something  continuous  since the way I view it on my browser ,  I can see where the background picture of the bars started and ended.   ➤ GENERAL ADVICE FOR EVERYONE :   Being continuous and blending are two elements useful in visually enhancing one’s blog.  It shows unity and consistency.  Be careful in integrating too much of the links or headers in the background because it can get to the point that it’s annoying to find or read through bleeding colours of the theme and other factors.  

SUBSTANCE  /         INFORMATIVE.    ★★★  Love the profile ,  brief and concise.  Can do something more with adding a few rare info that will make your Jack stand out from others ...  Nevertheless ,  I like how informed I am with the  BACKGROUND  since for someone who hadn’t caught up with Supernatural ,  it works.

READABILITY  /        LEGIBILITY.         ★★★★★ Readable.  However the highlight color concerns me since it doesn’t complement the background color palette because the blue sticks out ,  but other than that ,  it works.

BRANDING  /        WOW FACTOR.       ★★★  Add a bit more on the info and finding a selling point on a  BRAND  that will classify your Jack as their own.  Like putting out something new that will make your muse distinguishable from other duplicates.  Additionally ,  I’ve seen your threads or opens and they are very intriguing since they give rise to questionable exploration of sensitive topics ,  which is good since it’s a different approach to Jack’s character.

03.  @kidhnter​​ .  supernatural’s claire novak by heather.

ACCESSIBILITY  /    NAVIGABILITY.     ★★★★ Everything is accessible except the ask box.  Hopefully you can fix the codes for that.

VISUAL IMPACT  / AESTHETICS.      ★★★★ I’ve been guilty in trying the same formula in themes ,  but you get a star instead of three for bonus in using a complementary color palette.  However it gives me the signal that it’s playing too safe so you might like to consider using dark or light shades of one font color if one color is your drift.  The black starry header sticks out for me ,  and you can edit it to even or level out the gradient since it seems cut off in the middle in my view.  Being continuous and consist are qualities in keeping an aesthetic alive.

SUBSTANCE  /         INFORMATIVE.    ★★★  Fun facts or trivias are really appreciated since I use the same formula depending on which muse I have ,  so I really like that cute bit.  But I can’t give an overall review since your page is still incomplete which is totally understandable. ➤ GENERAL ADVICE FOR EVERYONE :   One of my biggest pet peeves that turn me off is when people have blogs but don’t have much in their pages.  I understand that they haven’t found the time to complete them because real life comes first ,  but at least give me a little information especially if I don’t know your muse and I’m not too interested to look them up in my search bar ,  sorry.  I’d rather read someone’s writing that’s not copy pasted from wikia than actually reading on wikia because it gives me an insight on how this person writes.  Do they focus on content and details ?  Do they write in purple prose or straightforward ?  Things like that are analysed whenever I read someone’s about pages.  Usually before I release a blog out in the wild ,  I complete my pages as soon as possible with deliberate planning because I don’t want to advertise an  EMPTY  blog.

READABILITY  /        LEGIBILITY.         ★★★★★ Very readable since everything is organised and categorised through the theme’s menu and aesthetic appeal plus function.

BRANDING  /        WOW FACTOR.       ★★★★★   Gold and black makes a statement ,  take advantage of that color scheme and remember the starry background of your bars.  I love the BIKER BARBIE bit because it has its charismatic appeal and different format on how usually people do that.  BIKER BARBIE  brand is iconic for claire and I can see where you’re coming from ,  but from an analytic perspective ,  it’s also a clash of character for claire but harmoniously it works out.  Good job ,  makes it easy for me and very distinguishable to remember your brand that makes me think that Ah ,  this is the BIKER BARBIE claire.

04.  @crackedfaith .  supernatural’s castiel by vix.

ACCESSIBILITY  /    NAVIGABILITY.     ★★★★★ Very thought out due to the number of links and the flow of the story of your blog through the order of the links. ➤ GENERAL ADVICE FOR EVERYONE :   Content is not the only thing you should plan writing for.  The moment you have the blog is the same moment you’ve already started writing your interpretation which is seen in the way you presented your blog through graphic edits ,  links , pages ,  etc.   Content is not the only thing that tells your character’s story ,  your blog does too and that’s why it’s important to pay attention to details.

VISUAL IMPACT  / AESTHETICS.      ★★★★  This theme sure as hell takes your time coding so I really appreciate and love how you made it your own.  I feel ,  because I used the same theme in different occasion and it’s a pain to code but totally worth it.  I love the colours very much ... They give an outer - worldly vibe but at the same time ,  very much Castiel. ➤ GENERAL ADVICE FOR EVERYONE :   Visual impact and aesthetics may affect your branding and people’s impression of you and your muse ,  but it does not define you.  Always remember that.  It does give identity though so like I said ,  pay attention to even the tiniest details because you never know who reads your blog.  Visual impact and aesthetics also affect readability levels ,  take note of that one since overly coded and overly aesthetic blogs can repel writers who can’t read shit due to lots of glitters on the blog and all other many stuff going on that they can’t understand.  

SUBSTANCE  /         INFORMATIVE.    ★★★  Since you haven’t completed your about and verses pages ,  I cannot say it works but I appreciate that the guidelines are already set.  Very ,  very critical piece to put in the blog because it is what dictates if you will write or will you not write with others.   

READABILITY  /        LEGIBILITY.         ★★★  Don’t know if you can change the font but as much as if you can ,  do it.  The main chubby font works on the container but it doesn’t work on the sidebar.  I had to squint my eyes to make out the words because of the heavily color gray.  Try using lighter shades for font color and other styles as well.  Google Fonts is your best friend.

BRANDING  /        WOW FACTOR.       ★★★★★ Very iconic.  GRACE/LESS tagline is such a catch for me ,  it’s really great.  The background also has an impact on me because it reminds me of the cosmos ,  of the time of The Fall scene ,  and I love how you incorporated the sense of falling in your graphics.

05.  @sanguinebite .  van helsing’s verona by demi.

ACCESSIBILITY  /    NAVIGABILITY.   ★★★★★ On the side and easily seen.  Clean cut ,  just pops out next to sidebar. 

VISUAL IMPACT  / AESTHETICS.    ★★★★  Can do a bit more with the font used on the sidebar and its format.  I love Times New Roman and its use in this theme.  Maybe try experimenting with shades of black and gray and consider giving other colors a chance for highlights so people can see what you’re emphasising through bold ,  italic properties.  Other than that ,  overall theme is a choice that works.  The cursor is cute and the edit on the sidebar photo looks cool ,  so extra points for those two.

SUBSTANCE  /         INFORMATIVE.    ★★ Kind of empty ,  but the rules are established so that’s appreciated.  It helps that I know your muse but what if other people don’t know ?  I suggest doing a temporary info scribbles on the pages or just a simple TBA / WIP. 

READABILITY  /        LEGIBILITY.         ★★★★ Readable ,  I don’t have to squint so much so that’s a good thing.  It depends on the device used about the font size ,  but try making the font size a bit bigger for the body since it’s too small for me.

BRANDING  /        WOW FACTOR.       ★★★  Older than Rome itself holds great potential to immortality vibes of branding material ,  it’s a good tagline I like.  Maybe you can link your muse to a roman figure and create a brand from there.  Qualities also help you think about a good brand as well as your muse’s history.  Who or what reminds you of your muse ?  What can you take from there and make it your own ?

[autoirishlitdiscourses]

Discourse of Sunday, 21 March 2021

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[wickedbananas]

How to Use Instagram Like a Beauty Brand

Posted by zeehj

Does your brand’s activity on its social accounts impact its search rankings? Maybe. Maybe not. But does it matter anyway?

I shouldn’t have to convince you that investing in a social media for your company is worth it; even in light of Facebook’s recent data breach, we are so reliant upon our social profiles for real human interaction that leaving them is not a real option. In fact, the below statistics from Pew Research Center’s 2018 Social Media Use Survey indicate that we’re not going to give up our social media profiles any time soon.

Humans are social creatures. It makes sense that we love being on social networking sites. We crave interaction with fellow humans. We’re also highly likely to trust the recommendations of our friends and family (Nielsen) and those recommendations often influence our purchasing decisions. We ask our loved ones for advice on where to put our dollars in myriad ways, all at different price points:

What coffee shop do you like to go to?

Which mascara is that?

What are you reading right now?

Where’d you get that tie?

What neighborhoods are you looking to move to?

What schools are you looking to send Anna to?

Yes, those same searches occur online. They also frequently occur in tandem with testimonials from the people in our lives (depending on how thorough we want or need to be).

So if you have a thing that you want to sell to a group of people and you’re still not pursuing a social strategy, I don’t understand what you’re doing. Yes, it’s 2018 and I still find myself trying to persuade clients to proactively use (the right) social networks to promote their brand.

For the sake of this piece, we’re going to focus on organic usage (read: free, not paid advertising) of Instagram. Why just Instagram? 35% of US adults say they use Instagram as of 2018, up from 28% in 2016. This was the greatest growth across top social networking sites reported by Pew Research Center. Additionally, its 35% usage puts it at the third most popular social networking platform, behind only Facebook and YouTube.

Other good news? It may be easier for brands’ posts to appear in users’ Instagram feeds than on their Facebook feeds: Facebook still wants to prioritize your family, friends and groups, while The New York Times reports that Instagram is updating its algorithm to favor newer posts rather than limit the accounts in your feed.

So should every brand have an Instagram? Maybe? But notice I’ve been primarily using the word “brand,” not “company” or “business.” That’s deliberate. Companies (only) provide customers with a service or sell a product. Brands provide customers (followers) with an identity. (If you want to dive further into this, I highly recommend this presentation by former Distiller Hannah Smith.)

The best companies are brands: they’ve got identities with which consumers align themselves. We become loyal to them. We may even use the brands we purchase from and follow as self identifiers to other people (“I’m a Joe & the Juice kind of guy, but not Starbucks,” “I never use MAC, only NARS,” “Me, shop at Banana Republic?! I only go to Everlane!”). Not every company should be on Instagram — it doesn’t make much sense for B2Bs to invest time and energy into building their company’s presence on Instagram.

Instagram is not for your consulting firm. And probably not for your SaaS company, either (but prove me wrong)!

It’s for celebrities. It’s to show off your enviable trip. It’s for fashion blogs. Sneakerheads. Memes. Art. Beauty brands. It’s really great for beauty brands. Why? Instagram is obviously great for sharing pretty photos — and if you’re a beauty company, well, it’s a no-brainer that you should have an active account. And it also has incredible built-in features to organically promote your posts, engage customers, and sell products with actual links to those products on your photos.

So, if you’re going to use Instagram, do it right. If you want to do it right, do it like a beauty brand.

First things first: Why do beauty companies’ IG posts look better?

Glossier

Onomie

Milk

Let’s get the obvious out of the way: each account features beautiful models, pretty sceneries, and cosmetics in clean packaging. That said, it’s not just the subject of the IG photos that matters: each of these IG accounts’ photos have been curated and edited together, so that their photos look cohesive when you view them in IG’s grid format. How do they do that? Let’s look at three posts from these accounts.

Glossier

Onomie

Milk

It’s hard (for me) to pick apart precisely why these photos are aesthetically pleasing — and it doesn’t help that I’m neither a photographer, nor a designer. That said, here is my rudimentary, non-designer take on why these photos look great together:

#1: Their subjects are beautiful (duh)

#2: There are limited primary focal points, and tons of negative space (though the medicine cabinet and floral arrangement photos are arguably “busy”)

#3: Their hues are complementary (pinky-pearlescent-pastels, anyone?)

There’s a lot of pink. And white. And pastels. And more pink. And then, occasionally, pops of color (think: a new violet lipstick shade).

Color schemes remain consistent across Onomie’s, Milk’s, and Glossier’s photos — these beauty brands don’t suddenly change their color palettes from one photo to the next. In fact, they are most likely implementing the same Instagram filters for each photo, or at least editing the color balances so that the photos complement each other. They are deliberately catering to Instagram’s 3x3 grid photo format (or 3x4, or 3x5, depending on your screen size). While many users do see IG posts in their “feeds” when they open the app, users are still motivated to look at IG accounts’ for a number of reasons: IG profiles are the only place where you can add hyperlinks on Instagram, and is also where accounts can pin stories for users to revisit.

But how on earth do they do it? They may have professional photographers, or graphic designers they can beg to normalize their color balances across photos. However, I don’t think that most companies necessarily need this mastery in-house in order to have an Instagram profile that looks good to mere mortals.

What I can assure you is that they plan, plan, plan out their posts in advance. In order to do this effectively, of course, you need the right tools. Here’s your starter pack of IG apps:

VSCO

Freemium phone app

Enables you to edit photos like a master — VSCO goes way beyond a small set of filters

Has its own community and image feed within the app, separate from IG

VSCO can’t post directly to IG (yet), but you can easily download any edited photo

Planoly

Freemium desktop tool and phone app

Can visualize your photos in a grid format with your other IG photos

Built-in analytics

Can schedule and post directly to IG, with captions and hashtags

Unum

Free

Offers some photo editing tools

Can drag and drop photos to plan out how they will appear alongside your other uploads, in grid format

Can post to IG, but no scheduling features

This may sound like a lot of work, and for non-designers in particular it’s pretty challenging. That said, the fruits of your labor can be used again and again. In fact, that’s precisely what these beauty brands do on IG: if they’re featuring a product (again, hello lipstick shades), they show off that product’s different colors, on different skintones. Basically, rinse and repeat with your IG photos: this repetition is great for those with sparse content calendars, and still looks great.

Okay, but they’re not popular just because of their looks, right? Why are beauty brands on IG so damn popular?

Yes, looks matter. IG is a visual platform. Sorry not sorry. And yes, we’re talking about beauty brands that have budgets to advertise their accounts and products on IG, which also contributes to their popularity. However, that’s not the whole story.

They use hashtags and photo tags.

Hashtags

Just like on Twitter (and Facebook, to a degree), hashtags are a natural way to boost exposure and get “discovered.” That’s largely because IG users can also follow hashtags, in the same manner as following a handle. And, just like on Twitter, it matters which hashtags you use. IG also allows users to add up to 30 hashtags per post — and yes, this can look spammy, but if you’re using IG like a beauty brand, you’ll separate your caption from your hashtags with periods-used-as-line-breaks or as a separate comment after you post.

So, where should you begin hunting for hashtags? Unfortunately, the Cambridge Analytica debacle has extended to Facebook’s other properties, including Instagram. It seems like one direct response to this is to limit the number of API calls we can make of IG. This means awesome services like websta.me can’t serve up the same amount of information around hashtags as they once did.

That said, Tagboard is one option for content and social media marketers to use. I like to use it to suss out hashtag intent (in answering whether this the right hashtag to use for this post). *Readers: if you’ve got tools you love to find hashtags on IG, add them in the comments below for us, please!

Otherwise, your best bet (as far as I know) is to search for hashtags directly in Instagram’s Discover area, under Tags. There, you can see how many times those hashtags have been used (what’s popular?) and then click through to see what photos have been tagged.

Photo tags

Beauty brands also take advantage of photo tagging on their posts when they can: if they are featuring a celebrity (like the magnificent Tracee Ellis Ross), they can tag her IG directly onto this post. Not only does this let Tracee (or, more likely, her social media manager) know, but depending on her settings this photo now shows up under her tagged photos on her profile — for her fans to discover.

Similarly, if you’re a business selling products and you’ve been approved for shopping on IG, you can also tag your products in your photos so that users can click through directly to their product pages. This is a no-brainer. Just do it.

They talk to their followers.

We already know that it’s best practice to engage and respond to followers on social media (within reason), and IG is no different. Onomie, Milk and Glossier all have downright spirited conversations in their photos’ comments sections by prompt fellow ‘grammers to participate in a few ways. They:

Host contests for product giveaways, which is an easy way to grow their followers on Instagram while also attracting new, potential customers.

Ask their followers questions (“which are your faves?”) or simply prompt them to react to a photo (using emojis in the comments).

Share company and product news with their followers, and also answer questions their followers pose in response to that news.

They add stories.

IG’s “Stories” feature is another great tool that Onomie, Milk, and Glossier all use. They’re like IG posts, but ephemeral (they only last 24 hours) and do not live in your main feed: users can access these stories from the top of their IG feeds, and from the account’s main icon. In some cases — especially brands selling products — these accounts may choose to “pin” evergreen stories to their IG profiles, so that users can access them beyond the 24-hour lifespan.

Stories are an excellent way to gather additional insights from followers (outside of comments) because you can run polls (with clickable elements) to collect simple data (“Should our next product help alleviate dry or oily skin?”). What’s more is that, depending on users’ notification preferences, stories automatically push notifications to followers’ phone screens. This means that even if a user is not using the app, they will be notified of new, temporary content.

If your brand (or your client) isn’t taking advantage of IG’s great marketing tools, it’s time to stop waiting and get ‘gramming. Especially if your target audiences are using the platform, there is no reason not to test out all the ways it allows you to engage its community.

Share your favorite IG tools, tips, and accounts below, so that other Moz readers can get inspired. And if you’re passionate about marketing, come join our team, and help me convince more awesome brands to take over Instagram. (JK. Kinda.)

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[hakuouki-matchups]

🌸 The OC 🌸

OKAY!! So I'm obviously wanting feedback on her but pls tell me who out of the Baka trio (the wonderful @hakusaitosan was kind enough to help me narrow it down!) should be her love interest. Either way, I literally like all pairs in different ways. SORRY IF IT'S LIKE SUPER SAD AT TIMES???

So, I always saw fics where an American girl goes back in time to Kyoto, Japan and meets the Shinsengumi. I wanted to create a fic where the Shinsengumi goes forward in time to San Francisco, America. I thought it would be boring to just make it about them meeting normal people and how they adapt with these normal people; so I decided that they would end up in this large house/apartment complex type of thing that mirrors the many Shinsengumi headquarters. This place would work for their government to help defeat bad guys in return for government protection if that makes sense. These people would have either special abilities and or be nonhuman. This way, it's more plausible to include oni, rasetsu, and western oni and other creatures.

Name: Olive Patterson

Tribe: The "Grass Tribe"

Race: fairy

Location: San Francisco

Age: 19

Sex: female

Height: 4'8"

Weight: "100 lbs soaking wet"

Birthday: June 19th

Skin: peachy

Hair: walnut brown (so a light brown...google it idk :D)

Eyes: soft green

Hairstyle: she usually keeps it down and wears her bangs on the right side of her face bc she has a scar on her right temple.

Parents: Allek and Serena (her birth parents), Rosa and Charlie Santiago

Brothers: Carter, Luke, Ben (the older ones), Joshua, and possibly an adoptive brother (younger)

Sisters: Lily, Clara, and Addison (all younger)

Friends: the only friends Olive has are the people who live at her home but her closest ones are: Katrina, Ophelia, Chizuru, and Heisuke.

Rival: she and Luke have some heavy sibling rivalry but they still love each other.

Job: waitress at the diner Rosa runs, majority of it's customers are regulars and that is who she usually serves.

Ability: That's tricky. Fairy powers are all the same, (telepathy, healing, and creating protective bubbles or shields. In their "natural form, they can kind of fly for short periods of time.) It just depends on how good you are at controlling your stamina and how creative you can be. For example, Olive is bad at controlling her usage of stamina and she doesn't fight often, so her powers are only short lived fightingwise. That being said, she is better at healing herself+ others as well as doing household chores. Whereas her brothers are better at fighting.

Skill: Painting/drawing and cooking. She is also remarkably good at healing herself/others.

Hobby: painting/drawing, cooking, taking care of plants, and playing/mothering her siblings.

Like: plants, FOOD, CHILDREN, animals, reading, physical sports, little niches where she can nap/be alone.

Dislikes: the dark, "gross food", being teased, too much confrotation, being in positions where she cannot protect her family or where people are going out of the way to protect her

Fears: Olive is scared of a lot of things..THE DARK, needles, BLOOD, scary movies, loud noises, and she is very scared of sexual encounters (basically, she's scared of having sex)

Goals: To be less dependant on her loved ones. (Here's where it gets ironic) To mother several children and protect a big happy family.

Personality: Upon first meeting her, she is very shy around the Shinsemgumi (including Chizuru) and she barely utters a word to them. When attention is pointed towards her, she will draw behind her older siblings/housemates. This is not Olive's typical behavior with her housemates but she is extremely cautious around strangers due to some messed up stuff that happened in her childhood. Her housemates will always see her true nature, which is a lot more outgoing and silly, but she does not show this side to the Shinsengumi members for months.

Once again, because of her past, Olive is extremely anxious and almost has separation anxiety to the point where if somebody really close leaves the house and stays out too late, she will have a panic attack. She is almost always doubting herself and it has greatly affected her interactions with people. Because of this, everybody in the house almost instinctively try to keep her in the least stressful mindset....their intentions are good but they don't always succeed because she hides it and let's it eat at her. She doesn't like people worrying about her and would much rather put on a brace face and suffer in silence.

They will find that while Olive is somebody who is incredibly anxious, she's a very loving person. It's in her nature to want to nurture and love things so she literally mothers everybody. She adores children and wants to have several one day but she's very innocent and is very skittish about actually MAKING a child one day.

( (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) She is unsure that she will get married and have children because she is worried that nobody will fall in love with her.

Olive has a bad habit of putting others before her. So much so that it's to the point of self sacrifice. She's absolutely terrified of anything and everything (blood, bugs,the dark, snow storms, thunderstorms, scary movies, her own shadow ect.) but she has no fear in giving her life away for someone she cares about. In that way, she's brave. However, it's a lot of reckless bravery on her part..One other thing that Olive is not afraid of is dollar coasters....she loves those.

Because her race requires a lot of food to maintain their health, Olive is constantly eating. She has stashes of food literally everywhere and she could almost easily out eat some of the men. The only foods she dislikes are pickles and, ironically, olives. She gets territorial with her brothers because they often steal her food but is willing to share it with others. (Mostly Heisuke and Chizuru.)

Because she's stubborn as a bull and she grew up with three older brothers that used to torment her, Olive has a feisty side and if you catch her in that kind of mood, it won't be pretty. I'm not saying she gets seriously violent but she gets a little attitude and won't mind telling you off. This typically happens with her older brothers though.

As a child, she was very rough and behaved almost like a boy. This caused her to be hurt quite often and is why she has scars all over and it might be why she doesn't cry when she's in pain (This could also be her pride.)

Olive is terrified of death and killing/hurting people but she will do it if she has to. It'd would tear her up and she'd be emotionally broken for a long time, but she'd do it only for protecting and self defense.

Olive LOVES children. It's mostly because it's in a female fairies biology to nurture children, especially since her kind is nearly extinct. She gets very wistful around babies and they are the only thing she can focus on if they are in the room. Male fairies have an affinity to children as well because that is how their bodies are wired. Female fairies have a lot of hormones that make them constantly fertile and their bodies reject female contraception. This was developed only 100 years before the story starts specifically because their bodies realized they were dying out and they adapted. That is why Olive has SO MANY siblings.(I didn't want to talk too much about the background of fairies but I think this would make more sense.)

Appearence: Olive is TINY, and by tiny, I mean SHE'S BARELY 4'8". She has the body of a women (She's very curvy...just on a smaller scale??if that makes sense..) but people often mistake her to be younger at first glance. Her hair reaches just above her shoulders and her eyes are very bright and expressive. She has a lot of freckles and will even get more during the summer when she's out and about. Olive blushes quite a lot in some places the don't make sense (her whole face, ears, fingertips, feet, knees, and collarbone/breast area) Although you wouldn't expect it, she has several little scars and Knicks on her body from being so clumsy and rough as a child. That is where the one on her temple originated.

Fashion: Olive exclusively wore her traditional clothes from her tribe, which were beaded and died and woven, (ect), she opts for much more brighter and cuter clothes. She is very mobile so she likes to swear shorter skirts and things that are comfier.

SHORT backstory on childhood: The fairy people have been hunted and killed by scared humans for centuries and that is the reason they are almost extinct. Olive feels an immense guilt because she unknowingly invited some bad humans into her tribe and they slaughter everyone but the chiefs children (She and her sibings), whom the tribe hid away and protected. However, this happened after they witnessed their parents and neighbors being murdered. This is the route of Olive's anxiety and her hatred of being protected. As far as she is concerned, she should have been the one who died.

Olive and her siblings were adopted by Charlie and Rosa-people who run one of the the houses of mutant/supernatural people that are protected by the government.

Olive was completely mute in a two year psychosis before she spoke to them and another two years to trust them. At first, she wasn't even speaking, she was writing down things in letters to people or in a notebook. Although her past still haunts her(she still can't talk about it even after so long and she won't let herself heal because she feels that she deserves it.) , she is fairly happy now. However, whenever something traumatic happens, she will stop talking for days and it worries her family that she has returned to being mute.

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How to Use Instagram Like a Beauty Brand

Does your brand’s activity on its social accounts impact its search rankings? Maybe. Maybe not. But does it matter anyway? I shouldn’t have to convince you that investing in a social media for your company is worth it; even in light of Facebook’s recent data breach, we are so reliant upon our social profiles for real human interaction that leaving them is not a real option. In fact, the below statistics from Pew Research Center’s 2018 Social Media Use Survey indicate that we’re not going to give up our social media profiles any time soon.

Humans are social creatures. It makes sense that we love being on social networking sites. We crave interaction with fellow humans. We’re also highly likely to trust the recommendations of our friends and family (Nielsen) and those recommendations often influence our purchasing decisions. We ask our loved ones for advice on where to put our dollars in myriad ways, all at different price points: What coffee shop do you like to go to? Which mascara is that? What are you reading right now? Where’d you get that tie? What neighborhoods are you looking to move to? What schools are you looking to send Anna to? Yes, those same searches occur online. They also frequently occur in tandem with testimonials from the people in our lives (depending on how thorough we want or need to be). So if you have a thing that you want to sell to a group of people and you’re still not pursuing a social strategy, I don’t understand what you’re doing. Yes, it’s 2018 and I still find myself trying to persuade clients to proactively use (the right) social networks to promote their brand. For the sake of this piece, we’re going to focus on organic usage (read: free, not paid advertising) of Instagram. Why just Instagram? 35% of US adults say they use Instagram as of 2018, up from 28% in 2016. This was the greatest growth across top social networking sites reported by Pew Research Center. Additionally, its 35% usage puts it at the third most popular social networking platform, behind only Facebook and YouTube. Other good news? It may be easier for brands’ posts to appear in users’ Instagram feeds than on their Facebook feeds: Facebook still wants to prioritize your family, friends and groups, while The New York Times reports that Instagram is updating its algorithm to favor newer posts rather than limit the accounts in your feed. So should every brand have an Instagram? Maybe? But notice I’ve been primarily using the word “brand,” not “company” or “business.” That’s deliberate. Companies (only) provide customers with a service or sell a product. Brands provide customers (followers) with an identity. (If you want to dive further into this, I highly recommend this presentation by former Distiller Hannah Smith.) The best companies are brands: they’ve got identities with which consumers align themselves. We become loyal to them. We may even use the brands we purchase from and follow as self identifiers to other people (“I’m a Joe & the Juice kind of guy, but not Starbucks,” “I never use MAC, only NARS,” “Me, shop at Banana Republic?! I only go to Everlane!”). Not every company should be on Instagram — it doesn’t make much sense for B2Bs to invest time and energy into building their company’s presence on Instagram. Instagram is not for your consulting firm. And probably not for your SaaS company, either (but prove me wrong)! It’s for celebrities. It’s to show off your enviable trip. It’s for fashion blogs. Sneakerheads. Memes. Art. Beauty brands. It’s really great for beauty brands. Why? Instagram is obviously great for sharing pretty photos — and if you’re a beauty company, well, it’s a no-brainer that you should have an active account. And it also has incredible built-in features to organically promote your posts, engage customers, and sell products with actual links to those products on your photos. So, if you’re going to use Instagram, do it right. If you want to do it right, do it like a beauty brand.

First things first: Why do beauty companies’ IG posts look better?

Glossier

Onomie

Milk Let’s get the obvious out of the way: each account features beautiful models, pretty sceneries, and cosmetics in clean packaging. That said, it’s not just the subject of the IG photos that matters: each of these IG accounts’ photos have been curated and edited together, so that their photos look cohesive when you view them in IG’s grid format. How do they do that? Let’s look at three posts from these accounts.

Glossier

Onomie

Milk It’s hard (for me) to pick apart precisely why these photos are aesthetically pleasing — and it doesn’t help that I’m neither a photographer, nor a designer. That said, here is my rudimentary, non-designer take on why these photos look great together: #1: Their subjects are beautiful (duh) #2: There are limited primary focal points, and tons of negative space (though the medicine cabinet and floral arrangement photos are arguably “busy”) #3: Their hues are complementary (pinky-pearlescent-pastels, anyone?) There’s a lot of pink. And white. And pastels. And more pink. And then, occasionally, pops of color (think: a new violet lipstick shade). Color schemes remain consistent across Onomie’s, Milk’s, and Glossier’s photos — these beauty brands don’t suddenly change their color palettes from one photo to the next. In fact, they are most likely implementing the same Instagram filters for each photo, or at least editing the color balances so that the photos complement each other. They are deliberately catering to Instagram’s 3x3 grid photo format (or 3x4, or 3x5, depending on your screen size). While many users do see IG posts in their “feeds” when they open the app, users are still motivated to look at IG accounts’ for a number of reasons: IG profiles are the only place where you can add hyperlinks on Instagram, and is also where accounts can pin stories for users to revisit. But how on earth do they do it? They may have professional photographers, or graphic designers they can beg to normalize their color balances across photos. However, I don’t think that most companies necessarily need this mastery in-house in order to have an Instagram profile that looks good to mere mortals. What I can assure you is that they plan, plan, plan out their posts in advance. In order to do this effectively, of course, you need the right tools. Here’s your starter pack of IG apps: VSCO Freemium phone app Enables you to edit photos like a master — VSCO goes way beyond a small set of filters Has its own community and image feed within the app, separate from IG VSCO can’t post directly to IG (yet), but you can easily download any edited photo Planoly Freemium desktop tool and phone app Can visualize your photos in a grid format with your other IG photos Built-in analytics Can schedule and post directly to IG, with captions and hashtags Unum Free Offers some photo editing tools Can drag and drop photos to plan out how they will appear alongside your other uploads, in grid format Can post to IG, but no scheduling features This may sound like a lot of work, and for non-designers in particular it’s pretty challenging. That said, the fruits of your labor can be used again and again. In fact, that’s precisely what these beauty brands do on IG: if they’re featuring a product (again, hello lipstick shades), they show off that product’s different colors, on different skintones. Basically, rinse and repeat with your IG photos: this repetition is great for those with sparse content calendars, and still looks great.

Okay, but they’re not popular just because of their looks, right? Why are beauty brands on IG so damn popular?

Yes, looks matter. IG is a visual platform. Sorry not sorry. And yes, we’re talking about beauty brands that have budgets to advertise their accounts and products on IG, which also contributes to their popularity. However, that’s not the whole story. They use hashtags and photo tags. Hashtags Just like on Twitter (and Facebook, to a degree), hashtags are a natural way to boost exposure and get “discovered.” That’s largely because IG users can also follow hashtags, in the same manner as following a handle. And, just like on Twitter, it matters which hashtags you use. IG also allows users to add up to 30 hashtags per post — and yes, this can look spammy, but if you’re using IG like a beauty brand, you’ll separate your caption from your hashtags with periods-used-as-line-breaks or as a separate comment after you post.

So, where should you begin hunting for hashtags? Unfortunately, the Cambridge Analytica debacle has extended to Facebook’s other properties, including Instagram. It seems like one direct response to this is to limit the number of API calls we can make of IG. This means awesome services like websta.me can’t serve up the same amount of information around hashtags as they once did. That said, Tagboard is one option for content and social media marketers to use. I like to use it to suss out hashtag intent (in answering whether this the right hashtag to use for this post). *Readers: if you’ve got tools you love to find hashtags on IG, add them in the comments below for us, please! Otherwise, your best bet (as far as I know) is to search for hashtags directly in Instagram’s Discover area, under Tags. There, you can see how many times those hashtags have been used (what’s popular?) and then click through to see what photos have been tagged.

Photo tags Beauty brands also take advantage of photo tagging on their posts when they can: if they are featuring a celebrity (like the magnificent Tracee Ellis Ross), they can tag her IG directly onto this post. Not only does this let Tracee (or, more likely, her social media manager) know, but depending on her settings this photo now shows up under her tagged photos on her profile — for her fans to discover. Similarly, if you’re a business selling products and you’ve been approved for shopping on IG, you can also tag your products in your photos so that users can click through directly to their product pages. This is a no-brainer. Just do it.

They talk to their followers. We already know that it’s best practice to engage and respond to followers on social media (within reason), and IG is no different. Onomie, Milk and Glossier all have downright spirited conversations in their photos’ comments sections by prompt fellow ‘grammers to participate in a few ways. They: Host contests for product giveaways, which is an easy way to grow their followers on Instagram while also attracting new, potential customers. Ask their followers questions (“which are your faves?”) or simply prompt them to react to a photo (using emojis in the comments). Share company and product news with their followers, and also answer questions their followers pose in response to that news.

They add stories. IG’s “Stories” feature is another great tool that Onomie, Milk, and Glossier all use. They’re like IG posts, but ephemeral (they only last 24 hours) and do not live in your main feed: users can access these stories from the top of their IG feeds, and from the account’s main icon. In some cases — especially brands selling products — these accounts may choose to “pin” evergreen stories to their IG profiles, so that users can access them beyond the 24-hour lifespan.

Stories are an excellent way to gather additional insights from followers (outside of comments) because you can run polls (with clickable elements) to collect simple data (“Should our next product help alleviate dry or oily skin?”). What’s more is that, depending on users’ notification preferences, stories automatically push notifications to followers’ phone screens. This means that even if a user is not using the app, they will be notified of new, temporary content. If your brand (or your client) isn’t taking advantage of IG’s great marketing tools, it’s time to stop waiting and get ‘gramming. Especially if your target audiences are using the platform, there is no reason not to test out all the ways it allows you to engage its community. Share your favorite IG tools, tips, and accounts below, so that other Moz readers can get inspired. And if you’re passionate about marketing, come join our team, and help me convince more awesome brands to take over Instagram. (JK. Kinda.)   Read the full article

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Sadness

The treatment of the breaking of the fourth wall in Fleabag is the most compelling thing I’ve seen all year. Throughout the first season, our protagonist Fleabag (played by Phoebe Waller-Bridge who also writes the show) would look at the camera to make witty asides. Usually a sarcastic remark or eye roll to hammer home that she’s sardonic, insincere, perhaps a little underhanded. 

You’ve probably noticed how if you’re in a one-on-one conversation, it’s hard to rag on someone but that in a group it works (because you can pretend it’s good natured humour rather than a scathing attack on their very existence). In Fleabag, the breaking of the fourth wall is a way for Fleabag to safely ridicule whoever she’s speaking to. It’s also a succinct way of delivering backstory, revealing her intentions, and getting us on side. These interactions with the fourth wall are pretty standard, see: Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Amélie, House of Cards, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Shakespearean asides, American Psycho. It’s an accepted device. But then in season two, when Fleabag speaks to us, someone takes notice, someone spots her dipping out of their diegetic reality as she speaks to us in ours. 

I thrilled at this. 

Sometimes I feel like I’ve seen everything - but I’d never seen this before. This is the most exciting thing I’ve ever seen on a TV show (forget the Red Wedding). This is a masterful trick, and great storytelling all at once - it demolishes a literary device. But most of the coverage of Fleabag has focused on how sad the show is:

People seem to like that: they like being crushed, enjoy being devastated. Why is that?

I’ve recently cried over two cowboy related things: Brokeback Mountain and Red Dead Redemption 2. 

I cried when I finished Red Dead Redemption 2 because I love Arthur Morgan so much: he was just the sweetest guy, and I was sad the story was over because we can’t go fishing anymore, or crash his horse into trees and fall, or fight gators in the swamps, or brush his horse while we cruise around the old west. I just felt so wistful for his life and the idea of bad guys working hard to be good in a changing world. 

And then I cried at the end of Brokeback Mountain because it is objectively very sad. The shirts tucked inside each other which Jack kept all those years. The possibility that Jack didn’t know how much Ennis loved him. The life they could have had together, and how much they loved each other - but the families and relationships they destroyed along the way as well, because no one ever said what they felt. 

I really liked both Brokeback and Red Dead, because they have great stories and characters. In Red Dead, I have so many fond memories - and for that reason it made me feel strong emotions. But I don’t like Red Dead because it made me feel strong emotions. I don’t like Brokeback because it was ‘crushing’ and/or ‘devastating’ - it was enjoyable because it was a beautiful story with tragic, poignant elements. I like the story - not that it made me cry. Most Fleabag reviews seem to focus on the sadness it made the audience feel as a way to recommend it to people. 

Watch Fleabag - it will make you feel something. 

Prepare to emote because Fleabag is preternaturally sad.

The discourse around the show on Reddit is similar:

Pffft want to feel really sad? Check out this scene from Synecdoche, New York:

It’s very moving, kind of irresistibly so. And I think that’s because it’s calling out to that scared, bitter, self-pitying part of you which is always cringing in the shadows, waiting for someone to invite it out of the garage into the living room. This speech is designed to frighten you: you’ll make misssssstakesss and ruin your life. You won’t even know you’re doing it until it’ssssss toooooo late. You might think your life is nice - but that’sssssssssssss only because you haven’t ssssssssssseen how bad it will get. It’s giving you permission to feel bad without providing any reason to feel bad, and then it’s allowing you to wallow in that bad feeling. It’s poison. 

I promise you, for 99% of people who watched Synecdoche, New York , life is not that bad. People in horrible, war torn places where they aren’t able to watch Charlie Kaufman films because no one dubs indie movies in Kurdish have it bad - and not just because they’re missing out on great films, but because they essentially live in a sandier version of Hell. Haven’t you ever sat in the sun with a dog and seen it look back at you and felt a perfect connection? Haven’t you ever fallen asleep, perfectly comfortable, tucked in beside someone you love? Haven’t you ever eaten pancakes with ice cream, or seen a huge mountain, or been really cold and then gotten into a warm bath? Haven’t you ever seen a baby fake-crying on the tram and then its mum tickles it under the chin and it laughs, and you see everyone around you smile because babies are so pure? Come on! You’re not Othello. Your life is pretty nice. Even Othello’s life was pretty nice right up until the end. 

Pretty nice.

But boring. Right? 

Pancakes? Cuddles?

How am I to thrill at sunsets and smiling babies? 

Good. Now I’m sad again. 

And if the realisation that you don’t have anything to be sad about (except for the ordinariness of the pleasures in your life) didn’t make you sad, check out this compilation of the 10 most depressing moments in Bojack Horseman (ranked in order from least depressing to most depressing!).

A major inconvenience of modern life is that most of us have supremely comfortable, happy, safe lives. And when something goes wrong, you can’t go on a tragic rampage and tear out your own eyes, beat your breast, or wail on the moor in a thunderstorm - even though that may be what you feel like doing. 

Work sucks, no one respects me, and I messed up that section of the Excel spreadsheet so maybe they are right to not respect me: take me to a moor where my tears can blend with rain and my howls will be swallowed by the wind! 

Ordinary people don’t get to live in a tragedy - and besides, there aren’t as many moors around as literature might have you believe. The most you can do usually is make a scene at a family dinner or isolate yourself at a party and then get drunk and walk home crying. Who would write a sweeping, romantic story about an embarrassing fuck up walking home drunk, feeling sorry for themselves.

Oh.

Wait:

And Now For That 2000 Year Old Mystery

Aristotle’s Poetics is the source of the word catharsis (in italics because it’s Greek which is the way I was taught to do it in high school - if only there were Greecian-alics, am I right?), which in common parlance today basically means any kind of dramatic release of emotions. Kickboxing is cathartic. Getting your eyebrows waxed is cathartic. Crying during an emotional episode of a TV show is cathartic. 

Because the word appeared in Poetics, it's original usage related to the theatre, in particular the experience of an audience watching a tragedy: the release of emotions they feel in watching things go seriously wrong for the hero. For this reason, catharsis is often tied to anagnorisis - the moment of tragic realisation. 

Oh god I killed my father and married my mother. 

Oh god, that’s my son’s head on the pike, not the head of a mountain lion.

Oh god, remember when I messed up that bit of the spreadsheet and everyone knew it was me. Existence truly is pain.

You get the idea. It’s not enough that the protagonist is a fuck up: that matter needs to be brought to their attention and they need to reflect on it.

(A more proper (read: academic) definition of catharsis is: “an imitation of an action ‘with incidents arousing pity and fear, wherewith to accomplish its catharsis of such emotions.’” The emotions the audience feel echo what the people on stage are feeling. The jump scare in a horror movie scares the character on screen and the audience watching at home.)

Aristotle never clearly defined catharsis. So for all this time (2000+ years) people have been trying to infer what he meant from a couple of references to a pretty slippery concept. Even though the general public has their understanding of the word, academics still cannot agree on a definition. But we know what it means, roughly, because we’ve all experienced it. 

Over the weekend I watched Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s other other TV show (not Killing Eve) which had an exchange between an artist and a drunk girl on sadness and how it factors into art:

Character 1: He’s my muse!

Character 2: Your muse?

...

Character 2: Like an artist's muse?!

Character 1: Yes, he is! You think meeting someone like Colin happens to artists all the time?! He gives so much.

Character 2: Yeah, sure, and you just lap it up and just slap it on a canvas.

Character 1: Pardon?

Character 2: "His pain is so beautiful." You're using him to indulge yourself.

Character 1: I am indulging? And what is this? 

Character 2: This is a $4 bottle of wine.

...

Character 2: Sorry if I upset you, Melody.

Character 1: You don't upset me. You bore me. All you seem to want to do is drink and wank and drink and wank.

Character 2: Well, at least I don't have to wank other people's pain onto a canvas, and then shove it in people's faces and call it "my art."

Character 2 in this scene is played by Phoebe Waller-Bridge. I can’t be bothered to explain why it’s relevant. 

For the eternity of human brains, or at least for as long as preserved creativity, the most comfortable, secure people in the world have tried to experience the things tragic victims feel - perhaps so they can briefly know what it feels like to be a romantic figure struggling in an unjust world. A passport to feelings and drama we aren’t permitted in every day life. Catharsis is the word to express the reaction, but what do we call an audience who seeks out that sensation? Catharsis chasers?

It’s not insightful to say that people like to watch Fast & Furious movies because they’re exciting and perhaps audiences enjoy that excitement because their own lives are un-exciting. But commending a thing because it will make you sad seems aberrant in some way. A fast and dangerous car that will make you miserable. A roller coaster that will make you depressed. An incredible shootout in the streets of LA that will make you sob in the bathroom cubicle at work every time you think about it. I can’t explain the drive, but like Aristotle I will invent a new word, so that academics can never know what I meant but will still write at great length about it, so that it will slip into common parlance and be horribly misused until eventually, 2000 years from now, a girl can waffle on about it on her blog. And the word will be: scartharsio. Or maybe scorpithoniacs? Or sarcastiharsics? 

Sadness is entertainment for a scartharsio.  

ALL TIME HALL OF FAME: WAILING WOMEN AND MOORS

Nobody knows what it’s like to be me, a sad woman who weeps on moors! 

I’m not being overly dramatic!

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Cleaning up

Hi! Mod Scix here! We’re trying to cut our way through the inbox, and I’ve compiled a few similar asks. This post will be a lot of ask and very short answer. Please understand this isn’t me being rude, I’m just trying to be efficient so we can get less behind. (hee hee, “behind”)

The first category of questions are errors:

Anonymous said:

(nb 2/3) They’re feminine, but choose against HRT/surgeries (maybe later?) bc they’re on PREP and the combination might lead to lower bone density (they’re a MedSchool stdt, they’d know). And they’re on Prep bc their boyfriend, the protag, is Poz, but their relationship isn’t healthy (constant arguing and protag trying to decide NB-char’s career for them). But NB-char puts up with it for years. Partly for love, partly bc protag accepts their gender, and they think they won’t ever have that again

Anonymous said:

Clarifying a few things about my ask (I'm the anon with the love triangle): 1. Gender/sexuality is of minimum importance in this story. Tough to explain, but the MC doesn't really have a concept of those issues? She's afab but agender for all intents and purposes. 2. The relationship between the two men is way healthier/happier than that between the MC and her ex. 3. There's no animosity between the MC and her ex's current partner.

Sorry, the rest of your questions are missing. If it's still a relevant question, please resend.

The next set I call research:

@teal0cean said:

Hello!! Love you guys! I wanted to ask if you know about the history of HRT for trans males. As in. What was or wasnt available or how the process of transitioning was during some historical period or other (im interested in early 20th Century!)

@yevie said:

Do you have any information on what sorts of resources/information would be available for a (lower-middle class, 20 year old nursing student in a metropolitan area) trans man in 1995? [Resources in terms of both social transitioning, especially in his academic and work setting and also resources in the whole LGBT community aspect and having access to the language to describe his experiences.] (He's also gay and ace, if that's relevant.)

Anonymous said:

I heard theres discourse about the terms FTM/MTF/etc. whats that about??

Anonymous said:

So I've always wondered about this, but I don't to seem like I'm insulting anybody. :( I just really want to know how it works... but I'm to scared to ask so I'm going to drop it here, because I think you will understand! :) (1/2)

You see, If a female decides to do the transision to male. How will she get the male genitalia and loose the female one? I really want to know. Does it hurt? (2/2)

Anonymous said:

How and when do people realize they might be homosexual?

Anonymous said:

Can you think of any really good ideas for a short LGBTQ film? Thank you!

Anonymous said:

Do you know where I could read a bit more about lgbtq+ stereotypes so that I don't do it myself?

Anonymous said:

What is bi/tri/polygender

Anonymous said:

I am making a documentary so i need a good script on it in hindi, would you be able to provide it?

So these are all research questions. Not actually what we are here for, though we do sometimes dive in. The first couple may be tougher to find using google, but the rest are pretty easy to dig up. Or else need to be reworded to narrow the focus. And sometimes the questions we get have built-in assumptions that kinda make it impossible to answer fairly.

Like the assumption that we write Hindi.

If anyone wants to answer these, please be civil.

The next section is the quick answer:

Anonymous said:

Do any trans men choose not to take hormones, even if they're available to the person? I know this answer would really vary from person to person, but I'm thinking of writing a trans man who doesn't want to take hormones, and I'm not sure if that would be considered unusual or not really understanding of the desires most transgender people have.

@pan-at-thedisco said:

Is it plausible for a trans boy who can definitely afford transition surgery to choose not to? Is this something that happens often?

Yeah, transfolk sometimes choose not to get surgery or take hormones. Don’t worry about “often,” it’s fiction.

Anonymous said:

Hello there, I have this male character that I wrote a long time ago and only recently have I been seeing him as bi, now he has crushes on guys but he still ends up with a girl. I can't help but feel like I "cheated" in a way by making a bi character have a hetero relationship but I don't want to change his relationship. I just want to hear your opinion about this.

It's not a hetero relationship, because he is in it. Just don't write it that the new relationship is fixing him, or more real, or anything like that.

Anonymous said:

I want to ask about usage of the word "queer" not in reference to a person or their gender/sexual orientation. Its original meaning meant "strange." It later became a slur, and has now been reclaimed by some in the community. I'm wondering if it's still okay to use it in its original meaning (i.e. "In front of him was the queerest fog he'd ever seen.") or has the evolution of the word has made that no longer acceptable, even if you're writing period/a specific atmosphere?

Go for it! Just be aware it sounds kind of old-fashioned.

Anonymous said:

hi! do you think it would be considered ok for a nonbinary character in a historical setting to use their language's equivalent of "it/its" pronouns? i'm cis and i'm worried people will take it the wrong way, but the character just wants to be convenient as their language only has one set of gender-neutral pronouns and it's for inanimate objects

No. If it's a fictional language, then it can have a gender-unspecified pronoun that doesn't only refer to objects.

@dreamwishing said:

I have a rather odd question. Odd enough that I'm not sure where to ask. This may not be the right place, and if it's not, maybe you could point me in a direction? That would be great. Everyone asks how to avoid stereotyping lgbtq+ people, but...how do I avoid stereotyping homophobes and the like?

...make them rounded, complete characters with more than one thing in their life.

Anonymous said:

I have a villainous character who is a combination/amalgamation of various people of different genders/sexualities, and they don't have a gender. I'm planning to refer to the character with they/them pronouns, and it just doesn't feel right to give them a gender. But since they're a bad guy, would it be... what's the word... transphobic (I guess? you know what i mean) to portray them as agender? I have other agender characters, if that makes a difference. (It's fantasy btw)

Having other agender characters -- well-represented -- solves the issue for you just fine. Also, make the villain interesting. I love a good villain. 

Anonymous said:

Will the mod/s be monitoring the comments at all? I've seen quite a few hateful replies and reblogs toward nonbinary and demisexual people. I would love to keep following, but it sucks having to be subjected to people invalidating my gender and sexuality in the comments.

There is nothing we can do about comments. "Never read the comments" is often a good idea. Alternately, block the blogs that are evil, and you'll soon find it was the same few all along. Anything really terrible, let us know so we can block them ourselves, and let our readers know.

That was a lot of work. I know it doesn’t look like much, but it took me a few hours and I’m wiped. Some kinds of work are more labor than they appear, and this is that kind of labor.

Still and all: love you all! Just not that way. 

~~Mod Scix

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