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legit9thlunaticwarrior · 3 years ago

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What’s up! If requests are still open. Maybe some John Cena x reader? Like we’re basically saying he’s her sugar daddy but they legitimately love each other. If you wanna go into more details (cause I gots me some ideas) DM me 💕 thanks again! I’m sure it’s gonna be amazing 🤩

id just like everyone to know that the response auburn gave me when i asked for more details had me absolutely orbiting. direct quote: “John Cena is the man who drinks his respect women juice more than water”. i may have had a lil too much fun with this. also theres a song by accidental airplay called ‘sugar daddy’s little girl’ so there you have it

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‘Sugar Daddy’s Little Girl’ John Cena x fem!reader

^to the public, she was just his best friend. but to him, she was everything^

- just for insurance: CW- alluding to dom/sub dynamics and sexual situations, possible dd/lg themes(?), honorifics (daddy) (leave me alone, im doing what i gotta do), age gap (reader is 27), i think i put a form of size kink - im fully aware of the fact that dolls kill is a shit company but it is one of the only websites i know that sells things that cater to this specific aesthetic - the ‘two whales’ diner is from life is strange and is the only thing i thought of - watch big mouth and human resources on netflix

3rd Person POV:

Their relationship was, unconventional. There weren’t supposed to be any feelings involved. It was strictly sugar daddy and sugar baby. Then it grew to weekly dates, attending events with him, and eventually moving in. And when it began, the sex had no strings attached; behind that bedroom door, she listened to every command Daddy had and she’d be met with reward. Though for John, it became more than meaningless sex and spoiling her. Oh no, he knew he broke the ‘no feelings involved’ rule the first time when he got back to his locker room after his SummerSlam match against Roman Reigns. John and Y/N had been with each other for three years at that point, giving them the deep knowledge of the other inside and out; she could read him like an open children’s book in that moment. She had found her proper place in his lap with her arms around his neck and leaving sweet little kisses from his neck, to his cheek, to his lips. “I know you’re a little bummed out Daddy, and that’s okay. But, when you came out, you made a lot of people happy; I saw the faces of all those little kids. So what you didn’t win the stupid belt; you do win me no matter what.” He couldn’t help but smile at her little speech, “Do I now? So, how is my little bunny going to help me celebrate?” The answer to that left her with a delicious soreness the next day.

The second time was when he found out about her past and her true passions. She was such a lightweight that after a few drinks one night, she had spilled the beans to him. She grew up with two older brothers that their parents favored over her, that she was just a pretty face with nothing going on upstairs. She had put on an airhead facade for most of her life that she actually started believing it was true. She had told him about wanting to be an artist since she was a little kid, even making some of her own clothes in her teen years. Her creativity showed in her fashion. He learned quickly what her preferred style was and where to shop. She was a 2000′s princess with a modern twist. John grew to adore the excitement she’d get when her stuff from Doll’s Kill came and she would model for him; even though he’d pick out some of the things she got. After that night, he found a sketch book on her desk when he went to leave a new collar in her room while she was in the shower. ‘When did I get her this?’ he had thought. He didn’t want to snoop but he couldn’t kill the curiosity he had. Flipping through the pages, he saw beautiful drawings; mostly having to do with him. Even if they weren’t a couple, they had their domestic moments so she had captured his picture at his calmest points; as illustrated on many of the pages. He also saw outfits inspired by his merchandise and personas in his wrestling career with notes alluding to progress on the actual final product. He placed everything where it was supposed to be and left the room.

She came down to find him on the couch with the matching green and pink frogs from Build-a-Bear they had made earlier in the day. He was wearing her favorite outfit on him: t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and his hair slightly out of place. On his end, she was wearing his favorite on her: one of his old merch shirts, tiny and barely visible shorts due to the shirt, those little lace babydoll styled socks, and her hair half tied up with a bow scrunchie. That was the moment he decided he was going to make her his officially; no more hiding. He watched her make dinner from his spot on the couch. ‘Now or never’ he decided to himself. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she finished up, “Can you grab the plates for me? You always put them too high up for me, silly.” He did what she asked and put them on the counter, then not taking his eyes off her as she plated everything. She could feel his gaze so she turned to look up at him, “Are you just gonna stand there?” He gripped her hips and pulled her closer, prompting her to put her smaller hands on his chest. “John, whaaat are you doing?” His voice dropped multiple octaves as he drew his face closer to hers, “Something I should have done a long time ago.” With that, he kissed her deeply. When she melted into it, she didn’t feel the normal lust and want behind it; she felt something different. When they parted, she looked up at him with those doe eyes that always had him wrapped around her finger in seconds. “You kiss me all the time, John. What do you mean ‘something you should have done a long time ago’?” For the first time, she was genuinely oblivious; not part of the act. “Y/N, I know we had one rule, but I knew you were special.” “What are you talking about?” He pushed a piece of hair behind her ear, “I mean I am in love with you. Not the superficial front you put up. You don’t have to act dumb around me. I know you want to be a designer and taken seriously. For the past few years, I grew to love everything about you. From the way you scrunch your nose up when I compliment you, which is why I started calling you bunny; to how excited you get when you beat me at something. The moment I saw you at Two Whales, I knew I needed to have you in my life. I know you say I already give you everything, but I want to give you the world and more. I love you Y/N. More than life.” Without speaking, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him with so much love behind it. She broke the kiss and they stared in each other’s eyes for a few seconds. “What do you say? Do me the honor of being my only and tell the world about my favorite girl?” Biting her lip, she nodded; “Words, baby.” “Yes John, of course I want to be yours.” He kissed her again and spun her around the kitchen in his arms as she giggled.

Cuddled up on the couch with both frogs in Y/N’s arms as she was in John’s, the two watched Human Resources until she looked up at him, “John?” “Yeah?” he replied looking down. “I love you. I just realized I didn’t say it before.” John smiled and kissed her forehead, “I love you too, bunny.” She also realized that she finally didn’t have to play bimbo anymore and he got to show off his smart girl to the world.

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somewhereinthepines · 2 years ago

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dang. i actually really liked the devil in me. have so much lil ideas and such. *makes a weird noise* i already knew what i will be obssessed over in that game, but still. gnsfndgu. give me smth that looks like 90e slasher and some cool looking dar/john modeled killer and nerurotic middle aged man. and y’know. i’m sold. i’m this easy. i even called myself out and predicted who my fav would be. tho, mark is a cute lil bean. but ah...i’m more of asshole-stan, haha.

but really, charlie such a pet! snooping around, having so many near-face-to-face moments with du’met. i wonder if there is more to it, if there are more branches. but mmm, parts of it were reminding me about outlast a bit. the same tension all over.

#dark picture games #devil in me #personal text thing kinda #i'm entering a 9th circle of rare pair hell over here

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kotsuvi · 4 years ago

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WHAT THE HQ BOYS ARE LIKE DURING THANKSGIVING/FRIENDSGIVING

a/n: okay this is kinda a take on canadian/american thanksgiving—yanno with all the pumpkin pie and the turkeys and the fall colours? i just thought it would be kind of cute.

warnings: swearing, underage drinking for some

KARASUNO

daichi: told-no, COMMANDED asahi and suga to wear fall colours. like seriously wore the brown khakis with the orange sweater and little socks with turkeys on them. it’s at his house, so he insisted that suga and asahi arrive early and sit at the table together, just to make the other guests feel bad about not being dressed up. yells at the guests to stop touching his family’s ornaments and paintings. gets kita to help babysit.

suga: was actually going to dress up anyway, so he took it as the perfect chance to wear his turkey knit sweater. it has tiny little turkeys all over it like it’s so fuckin cute. lowwwwkeyyyy makes daichi blush when he sees him but like we’re not gonna talk about it. brings a delicious fruit salad that’s eaten almost singlehandedly by lev and hinata.

asahi: panics because he doesn’t have a lot of nice things to wear. like FREAKS OUT in front of his closet, close to tears. legit settles on a tan shirt, brown pants and black boots with a slight heel. definitely gets teased by tendou about keeping the beard. “keeping it intact,” he replies. brings cabbage rolls. also brings brownies, and has to fight the urge to eat them all on the way over.

nishinoya: arrives slightly late, but worth the wait. busts through the door screaming about how hungry he is. doesn’t take of his shoes in the house so he trails mud EVERYWHERE. also sneaks in a couple bottles of cider. he’s been thinking about this feast for days, and he just can’t wait. talks with his mouth full of food. probably spits mashed potatos on akaashi at some point. gets drunk off of his secret cider and asks iwa if he likes being second best to oikawa.

tanaka: arrives shortly after noya, despite saeko speeding to get there. you can literally hear him talking from ten houses away. argues with bokuto over stupid things; ends up nearly starting a food fight. eats with his fingers, literally no utensils, and doesn’t use a napkin. secretly grossing everyone out. thinks that he can win a turkey eating contest, but daichi shuts him down before he can get started. is DEDICATED to the kareoke. even sings a song for kiyoko.

hinata: so incredibly excited to eat. this kid could not SLEEP he was so excited. gets cursed with sitting next to ushiwaka and tendou, who bully him about his hair being thanksgiving colours year-round. budges everyone in line for the food. of course daichi then makes him go last. yells at kageyama for getting the best part of the turkey: the skin. atsumu tells him that ginger beer is a new type of “delicious juice” and he drinks it all, nearly throwing up afterwards. lowkey got flustered when tanaka was singing britney spears.

kageyama: tells everyone that he doesn’t want to go, but is actually extremely excited as well. for some reason he snoops through daichi’s house while everyone is eating? he just wants to take a look around, and then suddenly he’s in daichi’s parents’ bathroom, inspecting shampoo labels. literally doesn’t eat sitting still either. he just stands behind his chair? oikawa starts a rumour that he can’t sit because he has hemorrhoids, and kags responds by throwing his drink in oiks’ face. that really starts a riot. really he just wants to be standing so he can run to the kitchen and get more food in an emergency.

tsukishima: brings his headphones just in case he’s stuck next to bokuto or someone really loud and obnoxious. of course he is. bokuto AND tanaka. everyone tries to coax him into kareoke after the meal, and he declines, but really wants to prove to kuroo that he is the most angelic singer there. “accidentally” tips his drink into bokuto’s lap, but the guy is so busy yelling at tanaka that he doesn’t even notice, so tsukki tips another. goes on his phone at the table. tells tadashi to get all his meals for him because he doesn’t want to stand in line.

tadashi: goes through one (1) mental breakdown when he’s seated beside aone instead of tsukki. pours WAAAAAAY too much gravy on his meal because he’s just so nervous. like literally SWAMPS his turkey and vegetables. his mom forced him to bring a green bean casserole. he doesn’t even like casserole. sits across from oikawa and this mans won’t stop asking for photos of him and iwa, so tadashi is tasked with that for the night. offers to help daichi with the dishes afterwards. gets awarded with an extra slice of pumpkin pie.

saeko: handed her cider to noya beforehand because she just knew that daichi would check her at the door. she gets drunk halfway through anyway. challenges iwa to an arm wrestling competition. winner gets the losers pumpkin pie with EXTRA whipped cream. the sexual tension skyrockets. she wins but accidentally shoves iwa’s fist into akaashi’s cranberry sauce. gets scolded by daichi MULTIPLE times. too drunk to care.

kiyoko: also came over early. made butternut squash that is to die for. helps set up even though she knows that it’s just going to become a mess. keeps track of the points for kareoke. may or may not have given tanaka extra points for singing “i’m a slave 4 u” by britney spears.

yachi: of COURSE this girl has to sit between aone and ushiwaka. of course it works like that. and chicky is terrified. spills her drink on the nice tablecloth and pleads for kiyoko and daichi to spare her life. thinks that the kareoke is too loud. nearly craps her pants when bokuto jumps up on the table. brings glazed donuts for dessert.

coach ukai: daichi invited him just to be polite but then he??? ended up??? coming??? literally shocked everyone into the sixth dimension. says he isnt going to stay for long, but mans is there the WHOLE night. busts out with some MR. WORLDWIDE;)))!!

AOBAJOHSAI

oikawa: his one mission was to be best dressed, and judging by the appalled look on daichi’s face when he first entered, he succeeded. this mans wont shut up either, and even tho everyone yells at him, they’re actually invested in his stories. he tells a whole bunch from middle school and his earliest volleyball memories, and everyone??? likes it??? they’re intrigued the whole time. goshiki and lev listen extra hard. mans wants pictures as well. he needs to show his fans that he does actually have friends. of course he gets the photos before kags dumps the drink on his head, and then he goes feral. teases iwa about the second best comment, but apologizes to him after, assuring that iwa is an amazing ace.

iwa: only went there for oiks. the mans had plans with his family, but he knew that it meant a lot to oikawa, so he showed up. literally goes into a FIT of rage when he loses the armwrestling match, then further infuriated with noya’s comment. chases the kid around the table. nearly knocks out his teeth by tripping into a cabinet. leaves early after throwing a temper tantrum, then receives a formal apology from both oikawa and daichi later on.

matsukawa: i just know this mans smokes at family functions, so what’s stopping him from getting high at friendsgiving? of course he only smokes a lil, just enough to get a good buzz, because he wants to still be respectful. offers to refill drinks when he gets his own. helps pack up the leftovers. tries desperately to catch iwa as he chases noya around, but doesn’t succeed. he can’t really feel his fingers or his face, so he doesn’t smile or laugh like... the whole night.

hanamaki: maybe sneaks out to join mattsun. maybe. no, definitely. and he’s not used to it, so you BET this man is trippin. he tries his best to hide it, but of course suga can tell. he confuses cranberry sauce with champagne, so he literally drinks the damn sauce from a wine glass the whole night. oikawa certainly has pictures for the next morning to prove it too.

kyoutani: doesnt get invited to a ton of things, but he decided to go to this. brings a pumpkin, which is nice, but daichi is like wtf am i meant to do with this??? but it’s a nice gesture. tries to engage in the conversation between the twins, but only gets frustrated when he can’t hear. threatens to flip the table once. cant find the bathroom and ends up taking a piss in the yard.

NEKOMA

kuroo: the one with the kareoke machine. absolutely did not tell daichi he was bringing it, but then pulls it inside. “get a load of this bad boy!!!” “kuroo what the hell is this???” i just know that everyone wants to sit beside this man at the table. he’s cracking jokes and people are straining to hear. it’s a match between him and oiks: who’s telling the better story? also won’t leave. like it’s 2am and he’s still there, swaying alongside bokuto and coach, singing early 2000’s nelly furtado.

kenma: KUROO AND HINATA CONVINCED HIM TO DYE THE TIPS OF HIS HAIR ORANGE. he HATES it. buttttt he’s keeping it even though people tell him he’s a hinata wannabe. “but why would i want to be like shoyo?” “hey kenma that’s not very nice!!” definitely plays games at the table. doesn’t even try to hide it. gets gravy on his switch and uses lev’s shirt as a napkin.

lev: this man has enough food on his plate to feed a small village. like deadass, he doesn’t slow his eating for a BREATH. he didn’t eat the whole day just so he could be extra hungry. like 3/4 of the spread is on his plate. also like cant fit his legs under the table, so he has to eat with his chair super far away. of course this man is going to be dropping food on the floor. literally has a hole in his chin because the gravy keeps dripping out whenever he speaks.

yaku: brings champagne because it’s “an exciting night”. lowkey freaks people out with how quickly he can down a bottle. has a small amount of chicken and turkey, LARGE amount of potatos, but then as many slices of pie as he can. like legit the pieces stack up on his plate. he scolds lev for making a mess, but literally litters crumbs all over the table.

FUKURODANI

bokuto: thinks that lev and him are participating in an eating contest, even tho lev has no idea what’s going on. of course this man brought his own liquor. he knows it’s time to party. legit as soon as he’s finished eating he’s busting open the bottle. towards the end of the night he’s actually dancing on the table, narrowly missing the forks and knives. daichi, suga and kita try their very best to control him, but he’s in his element. legit was throwing it back to kuroo singing “uptown girl”.

akaashi: also brought champagne but drinks it in a fancy glass. legit with the pinky up like royalty. comes in the cutest little fall knit sweater. does NOT participate in kareoke but hums along to the songs he knows. quietly makes bets with kenma on who is going to win, and he gets a couple of victories off of goshiki. also offers to do the dishes, but unlike tadashi, he doesn’t get another slice of pie because yaku ate it all. also brings daichi a card signed by him and bokuto. he’s very thankful. (sweet bb)

SHIRITORIZAWA

ushiwaka: there is no way this man isn’t excited. tbh he didn’t even think he’d get invited, and he actually ALMOST smiled when daichi offered. mans shows up in a turtleneck. TURTLENECK. legit wearing a rolex. why does he have drip? he’s got drip. for a big dude he doesn’t eat very much. threatens atsumu with his life if he ever DARES to shake salt in his champagne again. cracks a plate from gripping it too hard while waiting in line for the dessert. he’s excited, okay?

tendou: wears something weird. like a headbands with a candelabra on it or a giant turkey broach. brings a whole jug of orange juice for himself, and you bet that he finishes it within the first fifteen minutes. honestly, he probably dips his cabbage roll into the drink. also starts a conga line around the table while goshiki is singing. semi dares him to taste some of daichi’s dish soap, and of course he does it.

goshiki: NEVER HAS ANYONE EVER SEEN THIS MAN SO EXCITED. practically bouncing off the walls. eats way too fast. slips in the kitchen trying to get to the sink because he started choking on a green bean. becomes mesmerized by saeko and insists that he’s going to become the world’s best kareoke singer. picks every song about love. okay sam smith. tries to get suna to participate but receives a look that could kill. gets scared after that, but it motivates him to sing even better.

semi: practically skips the meal and goes straight for dessert. gets a harsh scolding from daichi but he doesn’t care. “accidentally” brings up the fact that ushiwaka cuts his food weirdly because he’s left handed. the whole table goes silent. semi passes away.

INARIZAKI

atsumu: literally just went to cause trouble. was he even invited? nobody knows. osamu was, but him? well. gets drunk within the first hour. tricks hinata into trying a bunch of kita’s disgusting ginger beers. constantly kicks samu under the table. throws a shoe across the room when daichi doesn’t let him have another drink. he’s loud. VERY loud. swears far too much and violently compliments daichi on the food. “this food is so fuckin good like hella delicious, i fuckin love thanksgiving! this is the shit!!”, “atsumu your brother made all the food”, “what”

osamu: just there for the food. literally made 3/4 of the dishes, including the turkey. makes fun of daichi for being the host and literally not making any of the food. “that’s embarrassing”, but really he offered to do it waaaaay before. constantly tells atsumu he has food in his teeth. over-salts suna’s turkey just because he feels like it. he’s the dude that encourages makki to drink the cranberry sauce. offers to help vacuum the floor clean of noya’s mess, but daichi is SO done with atsumu that samu just leaves early, dragging his brother with him.

suna: catches tendou drinking the dish soap. he’s not surprised. doesn’t say anything, just nods and walks away. legit doesn’t say anything to anyone tho. like mans shows up, eats and dips. has a one two conversation with ukai about court shoes, and then he’s gone. texts daichi later and thanks him, which is extremely shocking but daichi thinks it’s really nice.

kita: hates gatherings. i know this man just despises the loud and rowdy behaviour. puts mad dog in a headlock when the dude tries to fight kageyama over the turkey skin. eats and leaves zero mess. dabs at the corners of his mouth with napkin. washes his hands before and after everything. i just KNOW he’s polite too, but really gives it to semi when he mentions ushiwaka’s left handed eating. other:

OTHERS

aone: dresses cute. gets complimented by hinata and cant stop thinking about it for the rest of the night. like lev, he eats enough to feed a small town but makes sure everyone else goes before him at dessert time. tells yachi that he loves the donuts.

terushima: definitely wasn’t invited but heard through the grapevine. shows up with one plate of cookies and a violent growling stomach. immediately takes to the kareoke, even before dinner is over. randomly bursts into song halfway through his second plate of green bean casserole. thinks that singing louder = singing better.

sakusa: clearly doesn’t want to be there. brings his own food and his own drink, but doesn’t hesitate to down a bottle of noya’s cider. complains about how close hinata is sitting is sitting to him, and then pulls out a ruler for emphasis. “whoa! where did that come from??” “get away from me.”

#this was fun #i always love writing/reading these for tendou #haikyuu #haikyuu hc #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu!!#hq #hq hc #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fanfiction #headcanon #haikyuu headcanon #haikyuu headcanons #vee's mediocre writing

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tellywoodtrash · 4 years ago

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immj2 17 + 18.11.20 lbs

17.11.20

“aaj ki duniya mein, stupid usse kehte hain hain, jo dimaag se lene waale faisle ko dil se le. aur woh kaun hai? main teen options deta hoon, haan?”

“riddhima.”

“ aur, riddhima!”

lmaooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

we love a cute evil bean.

“aaj tak jab bhi koi problem mein padi hoon toh sabse aage tumhara haath aage badhaa hai, vansh” uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you mean to push you INTO the goddamn problem right???? like i get not wanting to speak ill of the dead and all BUT THIS B IS BEING RIDICULOUS the way she’s whitewashing him.

ok fwding through the pointlessness of riddhima and kabir/AP. riddhima overheard the tail end of their evil mwahahahaha we shall succeeeeeed!!!!! convo and was like what you ppl talking about and kabir distracts her with his chikni chupdi baatein.

but her husband is dead, not her shakkiness. so riddhima is sus as helllllllllllll about ex bee-eff.

mummy is wary of her but kabir getting too complacent. vinaash kaale vipareeeeet buddhi.

kabir made a ridiculously tinyass cake for this wholeass fam, lol.

aslkjdlsakjdlaksjdlksajd the reactions:

these two need to team up against kabir alreadyyyyyyyyy.

kabir trying reallllllllllll hard to jataofy haq and rishta and literally everyone here looks like they’d rather kiss a COVID positive person on the mouth.

ishani has hadddddddddddddddd it. yes sis, go offfffff.

that part where she said forget taking vansh bhai’s place, i won’t even ever regard you as a brother. that hit him hardest. itnaaaa bhi koi obsessed hota hai kya bhai manwaane ke liye????

dadi apologizing to kabir and riddhima is like uh actually i think ishani was right. LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO I AM LOVING IT.

she’s rubbing it in some more that you may be mummyji’s son and all, but you’ll never take vansh’s place. ever.

oh man he’s cryingggggggggg about it. i feel kinda bad.

NOOOOOOOOOOO THAT’S PERFECTLY GOOD CAKE YOU FUCKING PSYCHOPATHHHHHHHHH. murdering ppl, i overlooked, BUT DESTROYING CAKE?!!?!?!?!? I CANNOT TOLERATE!!!!!!!!!!

he’s now fucking losing it over ishani “insulting” him and not calling him “bhai”. bro, baawla ho gaya hai kya???? you waited allllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll these years to play this long game and now are blowing it all coz you can’t hold your horses once you got into the damn house????????/ like............... it’s just soooooo fucking dumbbbbbbbb. this is literally hour 3 on the very first day!!!!!

riddhima has started snooping around again. literally just stopped for 13 days when vansh died and now that the terhvi is over, it’s back to business for nancy drew.

got kabir’s wallet that he dropped.

lmao who this desi james franco lookalike???

while kabir is gonna do some sabotage-y shit to ishani........... seriously dude, why don’t you just chill , use their unlimited wifi, swim in the pool, just fuckin relax for one hot second?????????

even anupriya is like dude, get your head in the game, focus on the business and money instead of this bs.

but nope. kabir wants to replace vansh PRONTO. ok good luck with that bro.

the day not far when this maa daa ladlaa does her kaam tamaam too. mark my words.

riddhima sees kabir entering ishani’s room and follows him and he disappeared.

ofc. hiding behind one of these oh so conveniently placed highback chairs. LITERALLY WHY DO YOU FUCKS HAVE THESE DUMBASS MUSIBAT-CREATING CHAIRS IN THIS DAMN HOUSE???

kabir crawling out and like mwahahahahahaha TUM SACH TAK KABHIIIIIIIIII NAHI POHUNCH PAOGIIIIIIIIIIIIII when we know she does by the end of this ep.......... seriously, brain fucking rot this boy has gotten.

ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh kabir’s wardrobe has been changed to suits. FUCKING WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????/ I LIKED HIS OLDDDDDDD STYLE. rrahul ko abhi hot kar diya toh vishal ko (currently tolerable, but soooooon to get atrangi i’m fucking sure) suits mein ghusa diya. WHY CAN’T I HAVE THEM BOTH LOOKING HOT AT THE SAME TIME???????????

dadi’s like looking snappppy my boy, come let me take nazar off.

lol kabir knows this is all a ploy by riddhima to keep them engaged here as she snoops around.

“riddhima phir koi khurafaat karne mein lagi hai kya?????” lmao neki aur pooch poochhhhhh???

yup. riddhima up to her usual shit. vansh must be smiling glaring down from the heavens so proud of his lil snoop.

why’s this stuff just lying here by the pool so randomly????

riddhima also asking the same thing, how mummy just left all these things here so carelessly. BY JOVE, GIRLS; THIS ONE JUST NEEDED NO MAN IN HER LIFE TO HAVE HER BRAIN START WORKING. THIS IS LITERALLY THE MOST CLEAR HEADED I HAVE EVER SEEN THIS CHICK BE. PROOOOOF. FUCKING PROOOOOOOOOOOF THAT WOMEN JUST THRIVE LIKE HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL ONCE YOU REMOVE MEN AND THEIR COMPLETE FUCKERY FROM THEIR LIVES.

yup. she found the reciept and got it verified from the shop it was brought from, that this stuff is brandddd new.

aaaaaaaand figured out that the letter is in kabir’s handwriting. never been prouder of my little dumbass!!!!!!!!

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18.11.19

alternating between menacing growling and mwahahahahaha we are successful and riddhima being like NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO and i’ll never let you hurt my familyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

that’s it. that’s literally it.

i mean yeah she runs into ishani’s room and kinda saves her too. but yeah, that’s it.

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precap:

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas!!!!!!!!!!!!! ABOUT FUCKING TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

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skultrashfics · 5 years ago

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ahh ok ok what about a billy-ray sanguine x reader (yes i’m trash for him) and they’re having some sort of like movie night?? i hope that’s ok, i live for your blog oml-

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy Anon, I had lots of fun writing this :)

Pairing: Billy-Ray Sanguine x Reader Word Count: 941 Themes: Movies, Couples, Fluff

It was a warm evening, and you were sprawled on the sofa fanning yourself with an old magazine. “Billy-Ray… don’t you have air conditioning or something?”. Billy-Ray was in the kitchen and he laughed in response, “I can’t hear ya darlin’… therefore I can’t help ya”. He smirked to himself as he heard you get up from the sofa and walk into the kitchen. Jumping onto his back you yelled in his ear, “NOW CAN YOU HEAR ME?!”. He placed the pan to the side and ran with you still on his back into the living room. Spinning you around he then threw you back on the sofa, “I will go and put it on if you quit your whinin’, ok?”. You nodded giggling as he walked away to go and put on the air conditioning while laughing to himself.

As he returned to the kitchen he continued to cook and you watched him contentedly. “Who taught you to cook Billy-Ray? It smells so good…”. He shrugged at the stove, “Well you always learn eventually… although my momma could cook- she didn’t bother much. If you get what I’m sayin’”. You could see his shoulders slump for a brief moment before he picked himself up again and shrugged, “Besides, I like cooking for you lil’ darlin’ especially for date night”. You couldn’t help but smile widely. Telling someone like Billy-Ray Sanguine that you had a crush on them had not been easy. You thought that he would tunnel away immediately never to be seen again. But he was surprisingly warm and after you sat down and spoke for a while he agreed to go out on a date with you. Then another. Then another, until eventually you spent almost every day together and it felt weird to be without each other. Humming to yourself gently you thought back on the past couple of months and how wonderful they had been for you. This was the first time Billy-Ray had been vulnerable enough to bring you to his home and your whole being was telling you to snoop around. But gazing at his figure at the stove was impossible to look away from, especially that cute little booty. “I am not an object”, Billy-Ray suddenly declared as you glanced up and saw him staring at you staring at his butt. You laughed loudly and rolled to the other side of the sofa, “Nooo, I wasn’t- I was just-”. Sanguine put his hand to his chest and mock cried out, “That’s all you women ever think ‘bout ain’t it? Honestly, I slave away over this stove for you…”, he continued to ramble on. You stood up and rushed behind him wrapping him in a hug, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, not only your butt is cute, I promise”. This seemed to calm him down and he turned back and kissed your cheek, “ah well then… that makes me feel a whole lot better now”. You laughed shyly and glanced over his shoulder at the stove. He had made tex-mex chicken with black beans and rice and was just finishing up the serving. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, “This looks amazing!”, you beamed dramatically taking in the smell. He chuckled obnoxiously, “Yeah I know. Now go sit down and pick a movie to watch with dinner or somethin’, as long as it’s a good one”. You had decided to watch Sweeny Todd, purely because you liked musicals and it was violent enough for Sanguine to enjoy too. He smirked as he sat down next to you and handed you a plate, “Ha! The movie starring my impersonator, I could tell you for certain all the ways I am better than this chump”. He turned to you and kissed you before you took your first bite of food, “Eat up darlin’”. Every time he called you that you just felt your whole body glow with happiness, with great anticipation you took a bite of chicken and felt the heat and flavour wash over your tongue. Sighing happily you took another bite quite satisfied. Billy-Ray smiled a lot at that. “This is amazing!”, you declared happily. It didn’t take either of you long to eat your food, and when you finished he quickly ran the plates back into the kitchen before returning to the sofa with some chocolate pecan pie. You gazed up at him with wide eyes, “Don’t tell me you made this too?! Billy-Ray this is too much”, you took the bowl from him eagerly. He shrugged, “It’s my favourite and I figured you would like the last piece. I can always make another one”. He seemed a little shy at that, cooking was one thing for a man- but baking too? You leaned against his shoulder and demolished the pie as you sat watching the film. “I don’t know how I ever got so lucky…”. Billy-Ray looked down at you and shook his head, “Now don’t go getting all soft on me…”. You smiled and leaned up for a kiss, giving him the puppy eyes. Naturally, he obliged and pulled you closer to him, “Y’know...you can always stay here tonight, i-if you want”, Sanguine spoke surprisingly timidly. A light blush rose to your cheeks and you tried your hardest not to look away from the screen, “O- Yeah...that sounds nice”, you tried to speak calmly but the wobble in your voice would have been noticed by anybody. You immediately felt the tension in Sanguine’s body melt away and you couldn’t help but giggle at that. This night was just so perfect, and it was about to get better.

#skulduggery pleasant #skulduggeryfanfiction #skulduggery fanfiction #billy ray sanguine #billyraysanguine #billy ray x reader #billy ray sanguine x reader

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abbacchiosblacklipstick · 6 years ago

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How would they react to a lost puppy or kitten?

Bruno, being the ultimate mother he is, would take the lil bean in immediately. He would buy it the best bed, the best food, he would treat them like a little prince/princess. Bruno will adopt nearly anyone or anything.

Abbacchio would be hesitant but he has this nagging feeling that if he left them there, Bruno would magically find out. He takes them home, fully intent on putting them up for adoption once he took them to the vet to get them checked out, but once he wakes up to the little one curled up with him in the morning, that is now his child, no ifs, ands, or buts.

Giorno would also immediately take the baby in, pamper and spoil it. Hell, he'd probably even use GE to make it a friend. Or friends, depending on if it's a cat or a dog.

Mista would be over the moon excited, immediately bringing the little one home. He'd probably ask Bruno or Giorno for a little help with food and such, but he would immediately be in love with the little baby.

Narancia would also need a little assistance, but he'd probably go to Fugo, who would be more begrudging to help, but would still help nonetheless. He'd probably name it Snoop Dog or Tupac honestly.

Fugo, like Abbacchio, would bring it home for the night to take it to the vet the next day for shots and to give it to a no kill shelter. But when he takes it home and bathes it. While he's drying it off, it starts nursing on his finger and he can't help but keep the little thing.

#vento aureo #leone abbacchio #bruno bucciarati #giorno giovanna #narancia ghirga #guido mista #panacotta fugo #bucci gang

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gossipgodofficial · 6 years ago

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001. Pool Party Mayhem

Y’all, I thought I was at Santiago’s last night with the amount of DRAMA that happened. Woooo weee lawwwwd. This jus’ the beginnin’ of the shenanigans that’s bout to be happenin’ in here.

THE GOOD NEWS: Mikethena is back y’all!

I know I had my peace ‘bout them ‘bout years ago, but when true love finds its way back together, ya ol’ man’s heart pacer just went thruuuu the roof! Many blessin’s on their bloomin’ relationship (Y’ALL BEST LEAVE THEM BE IN THEY LIL BUBBLE OF HAPPINESS.)

SIMON?!!!!

Chile, when I say I done cried at Simon’s game. I cried. After hearin’ through the grapevine he was havin’ some lady problems, it looks like either Aphrodite done blessed him, or them drinks was strong enough to give him GAME. Who’s our lucky lady, y’all ask? None other than zoologist, Miss Jane Porter.

Scout and....

Scout, good ol’ Scout. Boy, you done got yourself tangled in a web of women. Gemma, Izzie, Georgette, Artemis, and Angel. WHEWWWW. You got a choice to make, y’all. That’s okay, with havin’ a best friend like Naveen, all y’all gotta do is flip two coins and see which one’s gon’ take the cake, am I right?

Angel vs. Madelyn & Georgette

The amount of BEEF I done saw at this party was enough to have put more steak on that big ol’ grill Mr. Ray Maldette had out there. How Angel gon’ beef with her crush’s bff...Madelyn, understandable, she’s Lilith in blood red heels. That’s aight. But she gon’ have to sit and talk with Georgette sometime soon if she wanna get on Scout’s good side...

Nessapocalypse...2.0?

As y’all know, this gon’ be the first Maldette Pool Party Nessa attends as a single woman y’all! But it ain’t been easy and Gemma said it! ‘Course Nessa managed to snoop on her ex’s feed the other day to see him spotted with some supermodel and whewwwww, if y’all saw that rumble between them at The Teacup, y’all know it’s been rough! We all sayin’ our prayers that the dragon does not come out to play, but when yo’ heart get broken, the pain stays for a while.

The Great and Honorable

Shego and Barrel of the former Doom Squad, had ya ol’ man rollin! Between the roasts, and they’re FUCK LISTS, and rollin’ Nessa into an angry tirade. We love ‘em and I was personally saddened when they done skipped the party! (But shame on y’all for rollin’ that poor girl!)

Dory and Manny, WHEW CHILE. When I say ain’t they the sweetest thang I done ever saw, I mean, the greatest thang I done ever saw. Y’all best protect our lil swimming chile, Mr. Manny.

Sulley and Arista, our favorite engaged couple were just spillin’ some extra tea to Miss Aphrodite Helios herself and I knowwwww she is ready to hear all the tea comin’ soon.

Ariel and Naveen. That’s it, that’s the thread. (But y’all...seriously...can’t...see...that...they’ve been pinin’ over each other??!?!) #EveryoneElseInTheRoomCanSeeIt

But we all gon’ pray for Aphrodite to get herself a MAN or WOMAN. Very very soon. She makin’ sure to take care of everyone’s love life, but chile, you gotta do the same! Sendin’ my blessin’s to you.

Kris...YOU REALLY GON DRINK TO UNREQUITED LOVE WHEN SHE SITTIN RIGHT NEXT TO YOU--WHEW CHILEEEEE. Anna is the sweetest lil bean who done drank to unrequited love but all I kept seein was this girl givin’ that man the biggest heart eyes when he wasn’t lookin’. Y’all, it’s painful. (And we don’t blame y’all for not wantin’ to go to another party. They wild here!)

I got one question: GEORGETTE & TITO (not Jackson)??!!

Shout out to...

Oscar O’Laughlin! We missed y’all at the party, chile! Sendin’ special GG blessin’s to you.

Y’all stay blessed, stay pressed and keep on’ with y’all drama.

AND THAT’S THE GOSPEL TRUTH!

#scandals #the gospel truth #archives

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bboyplankton · 6 years ago

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2018 Playlist

1. A$AP Rocky – OG Beeper

2. Action Bronson – Prince Charming

3. The Alchemist feat. Earl Sweatshirt – E. Coli

4. Alina Baraz – Fallin

5. Anderson .Paak feat. Q-Tip – Cheers

6. Anderson .Paak feat. Kendrick Lamar – Tints

7. Animé – Reel It In

8. Apathy feat. Ryu – The Widow’s Son

9. Ariana Grande – R.E.M.

10. Ariana Grande – sweetener

11. Arin Ray feat. Babyface – Always

12. Arin Ray – Stressin

13. Arin Ray – With Or Without

14. Avery Wilson – Dollar Bill

15. Avery Wilson – Touch Down

16. Big K.R.I.T – Energy

17. Big K.R.I.T – 4 Tha Three

18. BJ the Chicago Kid – Rather Be with You

19. The Black Eyed Peas feat. Nas – Back 2 Hiphop

20. The Black Eyed Peas feat. Nicole Scherzinger – Wings

21. Black Thought & Salaam Remi feat. Reek Ruffin – Conception

22. Black Thought – Long Liveth

23. Blood Orange – Jewelry

24. A Boogie wit da Hoodie feat. Jessie Reyez – Pretending

25. Brent Faiyaz – Target on My Chest

26. Bridget Kelly – Pipe Dreams

27. Brownout – Fight the Power

28. Busta Rhymes – Jumpin’

29. Cardi B feat. Bad Bunny & J Balvin – I Like It

30. The Carters – BOSS

31. Casanova – Catch A Body

32. Chance the Rapper – I Might Need Security

33. Childish Gambino – This Is America

34. Chloe x Halle – Down

35. Chloe x Halle – Everywhere

36. Chloe x Halle feat. Joey Bada$$ - Happy Without Me

37. Christina Aguilera feat. Keida & Shenseea – Right Moves

38. Craig David feat. Ella Mai – Talk to Me, Pt. II

39. Craig David feat. GoldLink – Live in the Moment

40. Curren$y – Never Stop

41. Curren$y – This and That

42. Dave East – Thank You

43. Denzel Curry – Sumo I Zumo

44. Desiigner – Priice Tag

45. The Diplomats – Dipset Forever

46. The Diplomats feat. The Lox – Dipset/Lox

47. Doja Cat – Wild Beach

48. Domo Genesis – Façade Records

49. Drake feat. Static Major & Ty Dolla $ign – After Dark

50. Drake – Jaded

51. Drake – 8 Out Of 10

52. Dizzy Wright feat. Jazz – Hit Em With the Pose

53. Ella Mai feat. John Legend – Everything

54. Ella Mai – Love Me Like That (Champion Love)

55. Ella Mai – Own It

56. Eminem – Normal

57. Emotional Oranges – Personal

58. Eric Bellinger – By Now

59. Eric Bellinger feat. Dom Kennedy – Main Thang

60. Estelle feat. Kranium – Don’t Wanna

61. Estelle – Lights Out

62. Estelle – One More Time

63. Everything Is Recorded feat. Syd & Sampha – Show Love

64. Fall Out Boy – Young and Menace

65. Fall Out Boy – Wilson (Expensive Mistakes)

66. Freeway feat. Lil Wayne – Blood Pressure

67. Freeway – Come Back

68. Heather Victoria – Japan

69. Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars, & Kodak Black – Wake Up in the Sky

70. The Herbaliser – Submarine

71. Ice Cube feat. Too $hort – Ain’t Got No Haters

72. Ice Cube – That New Funkadelic

73. India Shawn feat. Alex Isley & Ré Lxuise – Water Me

74. The Internet – Come Over

75. The Internet – Mood

76. The Internet – Next Time/Humble Pie

77. J. Cole - ATM

78. Jacques – London

79. Jacques feat. Trey Songz – Inside

80. Jacques – 4275

81. Jade Novah – All Blue

82. Jaden Smith – Yeah Yeah

83. Jane Handcock - Heyyy

84. Janelle Monáe – Don’t Judge Me

85. Janelle Monáe feat. Pharrell Williams – I Got The Juice

86. Jay Rock – Knock It Off

87. Jayla Darden – Idea 709

88. Jayla Darden – Reminder

89. Jeremih & Ty Dolla $ign – These Days

90. Jessie Reyez feat. Normani & Kehlani – Body Count (Remix)

91. Jessie Reyez – Imported

92. JID feat. Method Man & Joey Bada$$ - Hot Box

93. JMSN – Explicit

94. JMSN – Real Thing

95. JMSN – Sunshine

96. Jorja Smith – February 3rd

97. Jorja Smith – Teenage Fantasy

98. Jungle – Beat 54 (All Good Now)

99. Jungle – Casio

100. Justin Timberlake – Flannel

101. Justin Timberlake feat. Alicia Keys – Morning Light

102. Justin Timberlake – Wave

103. Kali Uchis – Flight 22

104. Kali Uchis – Your Teeth In My Neck

105. Kaytranada feat. Ty Dolla $ign – Nothin Like U

106. Khalid – Vertigo

107. Kyle – It’s Yours

108. Kyle – ShipTrip

109. Leikeli47 – Roll Call

110. Lenny Kravitz – The Majesty of Love

111. Lenny Kravitz – Johnny Cash

112. Leon Bridges – Bad Bad News

113. Leon Bridges – If It Feels Good (Then It Must Be)

114. Leon Bridges – Shy

115. Lil Wayne – Dedicate

116. Lil Wayne – Open Letter

117. Lloyd feat. Curren$y - Blown

118. Lloyd feat. River – Infinity

119. Logic feat. feat. Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, RZA, Method Man, Inspectah Deck, Cappadonna, Jackpot Scotty Wotty, U-God, Masta Killa & GZA – Wu Tang Forever

120. Logic feat. Wale & John Lindahl – 100 Miles and Running

121. Lupe Fiasco feat. Elena Pinderhughes – Cripple

122. Lupe Fiasco – Happy Timbuktu Day

123. Lupe Fiasco feat. Nikki Jean – Stack That Cheese

124. Mac Miller – Hurt Feelings

125. Mac Miller – Jet Fuel

126. Mac Miller – Small Worlds

127. Mac Miller – What’s the Use?

128. Marc E. Bassy – Main Chick

129. Mario – Drowning

130. Mario – Goes Like That

131. Masego – I Had A Vision

132. Masego & SiR – Old Age

133. Marsha Ambrosius feat. PJ Morton – Hello Goodbye

134. Marsha Ambrosius – I Got It Bad

135. Meek Mill feat. Swizz Beatz - Millidelphia

136. Meek Mill feat. Rick Ross & Jay-Z – What’s Free

137. Meek Mill feat. Ella Mai – 24/7

138. Mick Jenkins feat. Mikhal Anthony – Stress Fracture

139. Mikky Ekko – Cherish You

140. Mila J feat. MIGH-X – Desiigner

141. Mila J – Without You

142. Mya – Ready 4 Whatever 2.0

143. Mya – Simple Things

144. Nao feat. Kwabs – Saturn

145. Nas – Bonjour

146. Nas – White Label

147. Ne-Yo – Breathe

148. Ne-Yo – Good Man

149. Ne-Yo – Over U

150. Ne-Yo – 1 More Shot

151. Niia feat. Gallant – Constantly Dissatisfied

152. Nick Grant feat. Stacy Barthe – Black Woman

153. Nick Grant feat. Sonyae Elise – The Ode

154. Nipsey Hussle – Blue Laces 2

155. Nipsey Hussle – Hussle & Motivate

156. Njomza – Lonely Nights

157. Noname – Don’t Forget About Me

158. Phony Ppl – Before You Get A Boyfriend.

159. Preme feat. PARTYNEXTDOOR – Can’t Hang

160. Preme feat. Ty Dolla $ign – Callin’

161. PRhyme feat. 2 Chainz – Flirt

162. Pusha T – The Games We Play

163. Raheem DeVaughn – Come Together

164. Ré Lxuise – Lynm

165. Ré Lxuise – Show You Off

166. Ré Lxuise feat. Dryod – Tell Me

167. Reason – Better Dayz

168. Reason – Summer Up

169. Reuben Vincent – You Know I Gotta

170. Rico Love – Sexual Professional

171. Rico Love feat. Teedrea Moses & Ball Greezy – Whole Lotta Sex

172. Ro James – Devotion

173. Royce da 5’9” feat. Boogie – Dumb

174. Royce da 5’9” feat. Ashley Sorrell – God Speed

175. Saba – Calligraphy

176. Sabrina Claudio – All to You

177. SiR – D’evils

178. SiR feat. ScHoolboy Q – Something Foreign

179. Slum Village – Hard Core

180. Smino – Hoopti

181. Smino – L.M.F.

182. Smino – Low Down Derrty Blues

183. Snoop Dogg feat. Jacquees & Dreezy – Everything

184. Styles P – Marie Antionette

185. Swizz Beatz feat. Kendrick Lamar, Jadakiss, & Styles P – Something Dirty/Pic Got Us

186. Swizz Beatz feat. 2 Chainz – Stunt

187. Summer Walker – Deep

188. Summer Walker – Girls Need Love

189. T.I. feat Anderson .Paak – At Least I Know

190. T.I. feat. Watch The Duck – Big Ol Drip

191. Teyana Taylor – Gonna Love Me

192. The-Dream – Forever

193. The-Dream – Platter

194. Tiara Thomas – I Can Tell

195. Tinashe – No Contest

196. Tink – Faded

197. Tink – Signs

198. T-Pain – Go Head

199. Tory Lanez – Benevolent

200. Tory Lanez – B.B.W.W. x Fake Show

201. Tory Lanez – Don’t Die

202. Tory Lanez feat. Bryson Tiller – KeeP IN tOUcH

203. Travis Scott – Coffee Bean

204. Travis Scott – No Bystanders

205. Travis Scott feat. Drake, Swae Lee, & Big Hawk – Sicko Mode

206. Trey Songz – Lay Yo Head

207. Txs – Destroyed

208. Tyler, the Creator – Big Bag

209. Tyler, the Creator – 435

210. Vince Staples – FUN!

211. Wale feat. Jacquees – Black Bonnie

212. Wale – It’s Complicated

213. Wiz Khalifa feat. Chevy Woods & Darius Willrich – Karate/Never Hesitate

214. Wiz Khalifa – Rolling Papers 2

215. Ye Ali feat. Tyus – T Shirt (Interlude)

216. Ye Ali feat. Jahkoy – Tell Me

217. YG feat. 2 Chainz, Big Sean, & Nicki Minaj – Big Bank

218. Young Thug feat. 6lack – Climax

219. Young Thug – Gain Clout

220. 6lack feat. Offset – Balenciaga Challenge

221. 21 Savage feat. J. Cole – a lot

222. 21 Savage feat. Yung Miami – a&t

223. 21 Savage feat. Beam, Project Pat, & ScHoolboy Q – good day

224. 21 Savage feat. Childish Gambino – monster

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franklyshipping · 7 years ago

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Meeting in Session ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

A tremendous prompt from @strawberryxoxxo which is going to have quite a few of our lovely ego beans involved as well as MARKIPLIER THE MAN HIMSELF who i am not tagging because NOPE TOO EMBARRASSING 😱 and there’s a cheeky lil twist at the end that I hope you guys will enjoy, so let’s go!

As far as Mark could tell, it was something important. He’d been circling the meeting room for a while, crouched low with ears focused on the fractured phrases and snippets that he caught.

‘control of the situation…’

‘intense consequences….’

‘top priority…’

Most of these he’d worked out were from Dark, the unmistakable ringing that followed each smattering of sentences made Mark have to blink away stabs of dizziness. Mark knew he’d be utterly fucked if he got caught snooping, but they could be plotting their next scheme for all he knew! If there was a chance he could get any information, to protect himself at least, then it would be worth it. Inside the boardroom, Dark was rubbing his forehead with exasperation.

‘This has gone on long enough, Wilford you must know how important this is…’

'Nope not really.’

Wilford inspected his nails as he perched on one end of the shiny, oval table whilst Dark stood at the other end. Lips repressing a snarl as the others in the room shivered. The others being Dr Iplier, Bim Trimmer and the Host. Not everyone…but still an unusual mix for what you might consider an “important” meeting. Dark was about to give Wilford a true piece of his mind, when the sound of the Host’s new, clear narrations took precedence.

’…discussed the issue, Mark Edward Fischbach was crouched outside the left centre double-doors as he attempted to listen in on the meeting, trying to stay silent-’

As the Host trailed off gently, Dark’s eyes widened as he looked to the door in question, he narrowed his eyes and fixed them upon the gentle shadow that hovered behind the door. Dark cast his eyes round the room at the others and raised a single finger to his lips, the rest nodded slowly as Wilford slid off the table silently. He mouthed 'what do we do?’ and Dark thought for a moment.

'You two stay…’

Dark whispered at Bim and the Host who nodded together as Dark turned to the doctor.

'You, pull open the door…’

Iplier smiled slightly as he tiptoed to said door, poising himself carefully making Dark grin as he whispered to Wilford.

'And you…grab him.’

Wilford snickered lightly and gave a double thumbs up as he placed himself in a battle like stance next to Iplier, who was trying not to laugh at his utter ridiculousness. They all looked to Dark who was adjusting the knot of his tie and smoothing down his jacket, he looked up with a calm smile.

'On three gentlemen…’

Mark furrowed his eyebrows, had it suddenly gone really quiet or was it just him? He inched closer to the door, gulping a little as he strained his ears in the silence; he couldn’t even hear Dark’s aura ringing…perhaps the meeting had finished? Mark was about to sigh and sneak away, when the doors flew open and Mark was grasped by a vision of pastel pink.

'Markipoo! How nice of you to visit, come on in buddy!’

Mark weakly protested as Wilford slung an arm round his shoulders and led him inside forcefully, one of Wilford’s hands was gripping his forearm so he couldn’t make a run for it. Mark looked about the room nervously as the doors clicked shut behind him and he saw Dr Iplier return to his seat. Shit. This is exactly what he wanted to avoid.

'How’ve ya been Mark? Amy and Chica doin good?’

Mark cleared his throat as Wilford released him, eyes sparkling as he leant on the long table with folded arms.

'They’re uh…they’re good. Everything’s pretty good right now-’

'Great…yeah that’s great…’

Mark shivered at Wilford’s sharp tone as he flicked his eyes over the others, Iplier and Host were sat relatively impassively whilst Bim gave him a gentle smile, pushing up his spectacles gently. His presence utterly bemused Mark, but he was grateful for it since he felt a little wave of calm pass through him.

'So, to what do we owe the pleasure Mark? Not checking up on us I hope?’

Welp there went his brief moment of calm. Mark swivelled as Dark stepped out from the table and paced towards him, smiling genially as Mark shivered, he fumbled with his hands as he tried to speak relatively smoothly.

'No! I mean…of course not. I just uh…wanted to see how you guys were doing y'know?’

The corner’s of Dark’s lips twitched lightly as he stepped closer, he raised his eyebrows lightly as Mark fidgeted under his gaze.

'Well now, that would be very considerate of you…’

Mark shuddered visibly as Dark’s eyes flicked to solid black.

'If it were true.’

Mark nibbled his bottom lip as his entire body tensed, he stumbled backwards on his feet as Dark continually approached him; his solid eyes seemed to melt and swirl in a hypnotic fashion.

'I for one, am deeply hurt by this. To spy is, in my opinion, one of the lowest things you could do….’

'I-I uh-m….’

Mark stuttered as he stepped back furthur, jumping sharply as he found himself bumping into Wilford. Said man grinned heavily as he placed his hands on Mark’s shoulders, keeping him in place as the other three looked on intently. Mark knew he wouldn’t get any help from them.

'I couldn’t agree more…’

Wilford mumbled from behind him, sending Dark a fleeting grin who chuckled as he stood motionless before Mark. He clasped his hands at the small of his back as his eyes drained back into their normal, rusty crimson state.

'I feel…that a transgression such as this, needs a punishment.’

Mark was shaking his head as a smile grew on Dark’s lips, the former was utterly terrified. He’d known it was a stupid idea in the first place, but now there was no going back…and there was no one to help him.

'L-look I’m sorry okay? I promise never to snoop again just don’t-’

Mark cut himself off as he grimaced at the endless gruesome thoughts that rushed through his mind, amidst his thoughts he didn’t catch the somewhat pitiful look that the egos in the room collectively shared. Mark jumped at a sudden soft voice coming from beside him.

'Mark��we wouldn’t actually hurt you? You know that right?’

Mark turned at Bim’s gentle tone, relaxing heavily at the genuine nature of his words before Dark’s voice drew him back. Dark bore a pensive, calculating look as he remarked.

'But that doesn’t mean you’re safe…not just yet. Wilford, if you wouldn’t mind?’

Mark’s eyes widened as Wilford suddenly hooked his arms under his.

'Course not, doc get his legs would ya?’

Iplier repressed a light snicker as he wandered over, Mark yelped as his legs were lifted and the two men carried him and lay him in the middle of the table. Wilford hopped on and pulled his arms up above his head, Mark was so bewildered that he even forgot to struggle.

'What the-? Wh-what are you going to do?’

Mark fixed his sights on Dark who ignored him with a smirk, he’d slipped off his jacket and was in the process of unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves; now Mark pulled on his arms, but Wilford’s grip was like an iron vice.

'Don’t think you’re going anywhere, you’re gonna have to tough this one out buddy…’

'Tough what out?! Tell me what you’re going to do?! Now!’

Dark ceased his movements, flicking his head towards his original with a sneer.

'I don’t really think you’re in a position to demand anything…’

Dark sauntered over, somehow looking even more intimidating in his semi-casual appearance. Mark gulped when he vaulted onto the table, crouching over him menacingly as Wilford giggled, evidently excited about what was to come. Mark shivered as Dark started fiddling with his plaid shirt, uncreasing it and straightening it as he raised his eyebrows curiously.

'Why so tense Mark?’

Dark queried, Mark was speechless momentarily before he attempted to stammer out some form of a sentence.

'I-it’s…I uh-AHA!’

Mark yelped harshly when Dark’s fingers suddenly slid under his shirt, trailing over his tumny lightly. Mark gulped and flushed lightly at the gleeful grin that spread across Dark’s lips.

'An intense feeling of being exposed spread through the trapped man, making him fidget and flush intensely…’

The Host murmured with a gentle smirk as the heat spread over Mark’s cheeks and his limbs started to quiver, Wilford cackled above him head.

'Oooh nice one Hosty!’

The Host only chuckled gently, but it sent an intense tingle down Mark’s spine. He bit harshly on his bottom lip as Dark lifted his shirt up over his belly, and his fingertips began to scratch over the toned area slowly.

'Do-hon’t….’

Mark’s voice had jumped up at least two octaves as his tummy tensed in response to the agonisingly light tingles, Dark chuckled as he brought his second hand into play whilst kneeling over him.

'Oh dear, it looks like someone is a little sensitive here…how unfortunate for them…’

As Dark scribbled all ten fingers over his tummy, Mark broke and fell into a stream of desperate giggling.

'Nohohohoho plehehehehease!’

Wilford giggled above him as he squirmed, tugging at his arms in earnest and Dark smirked with an animalistic edge.

'Oh yes…I think this is the perfect punishment for you.’

Dark roughly dug into his abdomen making Mark screech and cackle, he tried to bring his legs up to cover his stomach…but he ended up kicking Dark in the back instead. Said man growled and called out.

'Bim, Iplier…hold his legs if you wouldn’t mind.’

Mark flailed rapidly, but he wasn’t strong enough as Bim and the doctor each grabbed one of his shins and sat on them to pin them to the table, Dark sent him a dangerous sneer.

'You’re going to regret that!’

Mark wailed as Dark vibrated his fingers onto his ribcage, he was already gasping for air as he yelled out his words.

'NAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHI’M SAHAHAHAHARRY!’

Bim and Iplier snickered unsympathetically as Dark chuckled, cocking his head as his eyes sparkled.

'Would that be for sneaking about, or kicking me?’

Mark looked up at his tormentor imploringly as tears pricked at his eyes, his mouth stretched wide as his vocal chords strained.

'BOHOHOHOTH! AHAHALL OHOHOHOF IHIHIHIT!’

The moustached man pinning his arms donned a mischievous look, his pink facial hair wiggling enthusiastically as he cooed.

'Awww how sweet! Are the tickles too much for lil Markipoo?’

Dark rolled his eyes, but was nevertheless ecstatic at Mark’s crimson flush that blared out at Wilford’s words. Mark exclaimed widly.

'SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUP!’

Dark looked to his bombastic friend with glee dancing in his demeanour.

'Wil, would you perhaps like to partake?’

Wilford chuckled as he pinned Mark’s forearms under his knees, he stretched his fingers and cracked his knuckles which made Mark whimper pitifully.

'Oh with pleasure!’

Dark eased up on Mark’s abdomen, settling for fluttering at his sides to keep him giggling as Wilford walked his fingertips down their captive’s arms.

'Dohohohohon’t dohoho thihihis!’

Mark squeaked as he felt Wilford’s fingertips glide over his biceps, a wide nervous smile stuck in place as said fingers rested in his hollows. Wilford smiled solemnly.

'Sorry buddo, but you brought this on yourself!’

Wilford scribbled harshly under his arms as Dark simulateously kneaded his sides, and Mark squealed as both areas were tortured with efficient malevolence.

'NAHAHAHAHA FAHAHAHAHACK!!!’

Mark’s laughter boomed around the room accompanied by various yelps as Wilford alternated between light, teasy strokes and intense digging in under his arms.

'Oooh, I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say this is a bad spot?’

Mark couldn’t reply, bless him, as he wailed and squeezed his eyes shut to try and dim the sensations…but it only made it worse.

'FAHAHAHACK YOHOHOHOHOHOU!!!’

Dark snickered as he wiggled a finger in his belly-button making him buck and squeal earnestly, he leant over Mark slightly.

'That was quite rude…and to think I was just about to grant you mercy.’

Mark gasped as tears leaked down his cheeks, part of him knew Dark was lying but the words struck him nevertheless.

'WAHAHAHAIT! IHIHI DIHIHIDN’T MEHEAN IHIHIT!’

Mark’s laughter started to die down as Wilford and Dark started to lessen their torment, however he still trembled with the anticipation of what they were planning next. Wilford traced little patterns in his hollows and over his biceps as Dark leant back to admire their handiwork.

'Hmmm, I don’t think you’ve learnt your lesson yet…’

'Ihihi hahahave ihihi haha-’

Dark held up his hand to instill silence, the room was filled with Mark’s gentle giggles as Dark thought deeply. Then suddenly, his entire face seemed to light up with an idea. His eyes were gleaming and his teeth were bared in an utterly feral smirk which made Mark’s very bones shake.

'The excited look on Darkiplier’s face heightened the anticipation Mark felt, on top of that he still felt utterly exposed. Vulnerable….and sensitive.’

Mark’s breath shattered down his throat as the Host’s word’s echoed in his mind, Dark meanwhile turned to the narrator with a gracious grin.

'Such excellent contributions, as always.’

The Host snickered as he replied in an airy tone.

'The Host aims to assist the situation in any way that he can.’

Mark was heavily flushing by this point, he jumped as Dark laughed barkingly and gave him a quick smirk. After which, he turned away from him.

'Neither of you have had much to do, shall we remedy that?’

Mark felt a lump build in his throat as he suddenly became very aware of the two weights sitting on his shins, he couldn’t see past Dark which meant he’d have no idea what was coming. Mark tried to grit his teeth and lie back but he couldn’t, the Host’s echoing words kept him on edge.

'Plehehease noho mohore….’

Mark mumbled quietly, but Dark paid his weakness no mind as he stared down at him coldly.

'This ends when I say it ends.’

Mark’s giggles suddenly picked up as Dark stroked over his tummy and waistline teasingly, relishing in Mark’s flustered state as Wilford sped up his scribbling.

'Ihihi cahahan’t tahahahake ihihit!!!’

Mark flinched and shook as he felt his shoes and socks being taken off, shivering as the cool air hit his feet. He and Dark locked eyes momentarily, and Mark swore he saw a flicker of pity in the pair of deep irises; even if it had been there, it was gone in an instant as Dark spoke smugly.

'I know.’

Thus, the real ticklish agony commenced. With Wilford Warfstache torturing his underarms, sparks shot through them and into his shoulders which made him scrunch his neck and tug fruitlessly at his arms. Dark worked on his torso, primarily his belly as he scratched it quickly whilst sparing flicks and pokes to his waistline and his navel. This made him flush like the sun and buck like a rodeo. Bim and Iplier had a sole each, they worked in sync with drags down his soles, flutters at his toes and single-finger scratches at his arches. It was hell.

'AHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHE!!!’

He was rendered almost completely unintelligible in terms of his words since he was too busy snorting, cackling and….well screaming. His cheeks ached from grinning endlessly as his lungs burned and his muscles were taut and tired with his endless straining.

'Mark was hysterical amidst his torture and he was left to wonder…would it ever actually end?’

On top of all that, the Host’s casual narrations cemented it all in his subconscious. The nochalant and yet taunting form of his words just brought it all into reality.

'NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHO!!!’

'Awww coochie coo Markie!’

Mark was breathless and weightless in his mind as Wilford spontaneously fluttered at his neck and ears, this made him wheeze desperately….he was reaching his limit. As his vision began to cloud however, a voice broke through.

'The Host perceives that Mark is reaching his limit.’

It was almost instantaneous. The hands at his feet pulled away along with the restraining of his legs, seconds after which the same occured at his torso.

'Come now Wilford…’

He heard a slight sigh before the fingers at his neck also withdrew, along with the weight on his arms. Mark didn’t know what to do. He just lay there, eyes shut and listening to his own breathing and heartbeat. Eventually though, he opened his eyes. Everyone was in the same positions, he looked up to Dark first who had his arms folded amusedly.

'I trust you have learnt your lesson in terms of snooping in other’s people’s business?’

Mark nodded hastily with wide eyes as Dark looked over his form carefully.

'Ye-yes.’

Mark was hoarse as he spoke, he looked out of the corner of his eyes as Bim slid off the table and came over to him with a plastic cup. It was filled to the brim with icy water, he gulped it down gratefully. Dark chuckled at the sight before disembarking himself, he went to uncrease his shirt as everyone moved around him.

'Excellent.’

Mark was slowly regaining his senses as he looked about the room, Bim cleaning his spectacles as the Host held Iplier’s hand to help him get off the table gracefully….hm. Mark blinked a few times as he swung his legs off the table.

'Wilford’s sugar intake.’

Mark furrowed his eyebrows and looked up at Dark’s voice, he was holding his jacket with a light smile.

'What?’

Dark smiled wider as Dr Iplier chuckled amusedly.

'That’s what the meeting was about, Wilford’s hyperractivity has been utterly insufferable lately. Action had to be taken-’

'I don’t need to cut down on fucking sugar!’

Dark rolled his eyes at Wilford’s indignance as he sauntered from the room, Wilford jumped from the table and sped after him.

'Hey no, Dark listen-’

His voice echoed as they left the room, Iplier and the Host followed suit with matching grins of amusement before Bim trailed after them. He gave Mark a slightly apologetic smile which Mark responded to with one of understanding kindness. He was alone now, he ran a hand through his hair with a gentle laugh as he realised something. The egos had their own lives too, and he was exceedingly happy about that.

Loved writing this, honestly such a perfect prompt! Give meh ur feedback and as always, luv yous xx

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thearchdemongreatlydisapproves · 8 years ago

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How to Introduce your best friend to your boyfriend for dummies

Your comments and likes gave me life, thank you so much! Your interest literally kickstarted me into a 5-days long writing haze, from which this fluff was born. This is the fastest I've ever came up with a story and then WROTE IT! The usual warnings. Un-betaed, all mistakes are still mine, do not own Marvel, etc. I was trying to post it as quickly as possible, so there might be some mistakes I've missed. I hope you enjoy it!

This is a sequel to this

Bucky just wanted for Tony and Steve to meet. He imagined numerous times how this could go, the two of the most important people in his live chatting a little, getting to know each other, preferably in a cozy hipster coffee that Tony would hate on a principle and Steve would love for the same reasons.

You have to be careful what you wish for, because it might just happen. Just not the way you imagined.

“Damn, Barnes, you went all out for lil’ ol’ me today. Is it a special occasion?” Clint gasped mockingly. “Did I miss our anniversary?”

Bucky didn’t grace him with a verbal answer and just flipped him off. He looked damn good so fuck ‘em. He closed the door in the Birdbrains face, but he could still hear his cackling outside. Why were his friends such assholes? OK, he WAS one of the asshole friends, but still.

“Don’t pay attention to Clint. I accidentally let him drink too much wine. It’ll wear off,” Steve called out from the kitchen. A few moments later, he appeared at the door separating their living room from the kitchen. His cheeks an the tips of his ear were a rosy red colour, which could only mean that he had been drinking the cooking wine along with Clint. Steve was nearly impossible to outdrink and Bucky could count on the fingers on one hand the times Steve had actually gotten drunk. Nevertheless, his pale Irish skin was always sure way to know if he was “cooking” with wine. The blond stared at him and he could see the moment the switch flipped in Steve’s mind.

“Wow, Bucky, how did you do that?”

He hadn’t actually done anything, truly, it was all Tony’s handwork. Bucky usually didn’t have the patience to do anything with his hair, except tying it out of his face, when he was working. But, apparently, Tony could braid. Like, he could braid really good. He had told him, while putting up and away the top section of his hair for later, about the wife of his butler and the main cook for the family, Anna, who had started all of this by showing little restless Tony how to make a classic braid. And Tony had took up on it like fish to water.

Now, Bucky was spotting a big, weird and tangly braid, that somehow looked awesome, on the top his head, with a few smaller- Dutch braids, was it?- on his temples and hanging behind his ears. Both Tony and Natasha had been calling him Lagertha the whole time after that, while Tony was braiding the Russian’s long, red hair in a “Cersei” look. In the end, both he and Natasha were both rocking the hairstyles, thank you very much.

Knowing that your current date was bros with your ex was a little awkward. Receiving your ex’s blessing to date their “cinnamon roll” was even more so (a little sweet too, but no one needed to know he thought that.)

“Tony did it. Do you like it?” the bait was on and he could see some brain activity flashing through the blond’s eyes. It was time for him to tell Steve about his amazing boyfriend of almost three and a half months.

“Who’s Tony?” Steve’s eyebrows furrowed.

Deep breaths, Barnes. He really hoped this could work.

“Alright, punk, sit your ass down. I’m gonna tell you a story.” Bucky waited until Steve joined him on the couch and started, “Remember that time I made pancakes at 3 in the morning and I had to run to the store? Well, I didn’t tell you the whole thing.”

“So... let me get this straight. You, in all your sleep – deprived glory, hooked up with a fella who fell down with a shelf, using only cheesy pick up lines, which let me say, we’re atrocious. Am I right?”

“In a nutshell? Yeah.”

“Oh my God, jerk, how do you always get in situations like this?” Steve groaned out, falling backwards on the couch cushion in a dramatic manner.

“In my defence, I didn’t realize that woman was hitting on me,” he really didn’t think Steve needed to know about what happened after he left them to get to know each other. The lady had a quite a few reactions when she saw his arm. He might personally hunt her down and Bucky did not want the drama. “Do you feel like going down memory lane too? The old lady at Walmart?”

He saw the pillow coming and he totally deserved it, but everything was fair in love and war. Even handsy old bats.

“Goddammit Buck, that was not funny at all! It was scarring for life! I can’t look at Mrs. Butterworth anymore!”

“Aww, don’t worry, Peggy will kiss it better.”

Like on command, Steve’s face went a beautiful tomato shade. The blond shoved him lightly, which made Bucky shove back, which led to them tackling each other with muffled laughter. After a few moment they sat back down on their respective seats, breathless and reminding themselves that they were grown–ass adults and not childish 5-year-olds.

And then, the awkward silence settled.

“...Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

And there it was, the hundred buck question. Bucky knew it was coming, but it still made him feel so unsure.

“Because I was afraid... It just felt too good to be true,” Bucky breathed in deeply and looked back at Steve. “I’m… not the same since the accident. You know it, I know it, Hell, even Clint knows it, because he's a snooping asshole. I can’t do this whole love ‘em and leave ‘em anymore. Fuck, I can’t even speak to other human beings most of the days. And I know sometimes you wish I hadn’t changed so much since the accident,” Steve looked like a kicked puppy at this part and he was physically holding back from saying something. Nevertheless, he kept quiet, which was good enough.

“I understand, sometimes I want it just as much as you, but it can’t happen. I see how you perk up every time I seem even mildly interested in someone. But nothing good ever comes out of it and I’m never ready enough.” Bucky smiled lightly when he thought about the bright beautiful man he was dating, “With Tony it’s easy. It feels right.”

Suddenly, the heavy silence that followed his words felt tense, oppressive. Steve was staring at him with an unreadable expression and furrowed brows. Just when Bucky had started twitching with discomfort Steve asked, “How does he make you feel?”

Bucky didn’t hesitate, “Alive.” The blond nodded for him to keep going. “Tony’s so bright, Stevie, like the sun and there’s so much life in him. He will cross the street to pet a stray dog or cat. And Tony is brilliant, like Einstein level of brilliant, I think he graduated MIT with honours.”

He was getting off – track and Steve was already smirking knowingly. “You’re so whipped, Buck.”

Ok.

That he did not expect. In fact, he could feel his cheeks warming up and Steve’s smiled even harder.

“Fuck off, punk!” he exclaimed.

“No, it’s cute. I’ve never seen you so heart-eyed. I bet if Tony flutters his eyelashes at you he can make you do anything.”

“I mean, he does have pretty eyelashes, but not as pretty as his ass-”

Steve threw another pillow at him. What was he, a friggin’ child?

“You’re ruining the moment, jerk!”

“What moment? There was no moment!”

“Yes, there was,” Steve singsonged. Bucky flipped him off.

“So... When do I get to meet Tony?” the blond asked. Yep, it was time for Steve to meet his boyfriend.

It was definitely not the time for Steve to meet Tony.

Steve shouldn’t have been back so soon and yet here he was. With a fucking frozen pack of beans pressed to his face on top of it all.

And Tony? Tony was making breakfast which was kind of hilarious, because he was in the home of the biggest and tallest troll of them all. Currently, he was trying to reach for the sugar and it really wasn’t working.

Bucky let himself admire Tony in all of his sleep – soft glory and unruly thick hair.

His boyfriend could buy any fashion store he wanted, but if there was one thing Bucky learned about him, it was that he was the biggest clothes stealer out there. It was his way of claiming his humans, he was sure. And Bucky gladly let him get away with it, because the sight of Tony in his over-sized hoodies did funny things to him. In fact, right now he was wearing one of the aforementioned hoodies and a pair of rolled up sweatpants, his feet bare against the floor. Steve, the asshole, wasn’t even trying to hide his amusement behind the frozen pack.

“The Hell?” he asked eloquently.

“’Morning, sweet cheeks, I’m making you food so you better appreciate it. It must be illegal for someone to be awake that early,” Tony turned around to mock – glare at him before blowing him a kiss and reaching for the eggs, which were conveniently put on the highest shelf. “I think it was mentioned in the Declaration of Independency or something.”

This was Tony for you, before noon.

Bucky lifted his eyebrows, “You should ask Steve about that, doll. He memorised it word by word.”

The blond turned to glare back at him and gracefully saluted him with a certain finger. He quietly sat at the table, staring at his best friend and boyfriend quietly talking. Talking! What the fuck?

“So... what’s up with the shiner? And why are you back so early?” he finally asked Steve and grinned. “I thought you were going to stay at Peggy’s for a little longer, you know.”

“Fuck off, jerk, I was actually helping her with the repairs!” It never got old how Steve’s whole face will go red at even the mention of the amazing (and terrifyingly competent) British woman.

“Do you actually believe she would need help for that? She’s probably ten times better at fixing her sink than you, punk.”

Bucky laughed when his best friend glared at him, before promptly turning red as well, because Tony had pecked him on the check, while shoving a mug of fresh coffee in his hands. “Cut him some slack, babe, he’s one of the slow – blooming,” the shorter brunet smiled devilishly before chugging back his own cup of scalding coffee, goddamnit Tony!

“Your boyfriend has a mean swing too,” Steve mumbled still hiding his red face.

“What?”

“In my defence, he snuck up on me!”

“I didn’t! I was loud enough, you were just half - asleep!”

Wait, what?

“Tony, did you hit Steve?” he finally asked.

“Yes, yes he did.” There were no bad feelings in Steve’s tone and his eyes twinkled with humour. “He was drowsily trudging around the kitchen in your clothes with a pan in hand and I tapped him on the shoulder to ask him if he was Tony. Apparently, he hadn’t heard me coming in so he just jumped and fuckin’ yowled before hitting me square in the face with a pan.”

“Fuck off, Rogers, I thought you were a thief or- or an axe murderer, you just appeared from thin air!”

“You fuckin’ yowled-”

“Language!”

“How the fuck did you even yowl? I’ve never though I will hear such a noise comin’ from a human!”

“Shove it, Rogers!”

Bucky burst out laughing, because this? This was unbelievable. He had called Tony yesterday because he was feeling like shit and his boyfriend had appeared in his apartment, chattering about how shitty the door locks were and how the three boxes of pizza he was carrying were melting the skin on his hands. They put on LOTR trilogy and spent the night cuddling. He never thought this would lead here.

Bucky looped an arm around his boyfriend and drew him in for a deep kiss. But, of course, give Tony an inch and he’ll take a mile, quickly turning the mostly chaste kiss into a filthy one that definitely wasn’t for Steve’s eyes. Who was still there, coughing away to remind them of his presence.

Spoilsport.

Tony stepped, looking dishevelled. “Spoilsport,” he pouted, repeating Bucky’s thought.

“It is my pleasure,” the blond looked at Bucky.

“Just so you know, I’m not kissing you too.”

God, he loved those assholes.

#winteriron #tony stark #bucky barnes #steve roge #clint barton #natasha romanoff #marvel #fanfic #my work #war veteran!bucky #fluff #tw: ptsd #no powers AU #AU #peggy carter #peggy carter invented badass #hair braiding #meeting the in laws crack

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asagaoluke · 8 years ago

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Spaceli 💖

iris genuinely,,,, fuck off

who hogs the duvet

eli does because my guy she is always cold but jeff is wonderful abt it as expected and curls himself around the gf and her blanket pile

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

jeff does !! eli is a god awful texter usually n he’s more thoughtful on that score but eli takes pictures on her phone of stuff that reminds her of him

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

eli, mainly because she plans nine million years in advance and goes snooping around to find out interests and likes

who gets up first in the morning

jeff does, though neither of them are particularly early risers – jeff’s just happier about waking up than eli is thats for sure

who cries at movies

they BOTH do little wimps they need a lil box of tissues on hand but eli only cries at dog deaths so she cries less

who gives unprompted massages

jeff does it but like by accident he’ll knead his hand into her side and she’ll jump and he’ll go ‘i was doing it again??’ idiots

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

eli gets sick constantly my guy it’s gotta be jeff

who gets jealous easiest

ELI jeff is more complacent but eli is an insecure Fightgirl

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

eli does, even she hates her taste in music, it’s indisputable

who collects something unusual

they actually both collect like. little tacky plastic prises from the claw machines at the flower festival, eli’s favourites are the little diamonds and jeff’s are the little animals

who takes the longest to get ready

eli does, her hair is a force of nature and takes so long to tame

who is the most tidy and organised

eli genuinely can’t focus or function in clutter so she’s pretty spic and span and jeff is a hidden block boy so of course hes a mess but he never realises until she points it out and hes like ‘...oh! guess i should clean’

who gets most excited about the holidays

eli does for certain ones she may be a ball of rage but one whiff of bonfire night and mate she is off on one,,,, for christmas & such its def jeff though

who is the big spoon/little spoon

jeff is big spoon, eli is little spoon

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

ELI DOES shes terrible at everything gaming related save logic puzzles and nario kart but that doesnt stop her

who starts the most arguments

eli again but over stupid things like ‘i’m not cute’ / ‘time isn’t real’

who suggests that they buy a pet

ELI AGAIN GET HER A DOG YOU WEAKLINGS

what couple traditions they have

as mentioned earlier the grabber games at the flower festival are their Thing they waste so much money on those things

how they spend time together as a couple

theyre like. the friendiest couple ever they’re just mates but they kiss sometimes

who made the first move

jeff did but it was an absolute accident and eli will never let him live it down; ‘remember when you told me you liked me by accide-’ / ‘STOP IT, I TRIED MY BEST’

who brings flowers home

jeff does he’s a sweetheart

who is the best cook

jeff again, eli once set beans on fire in a microwave

#kissing-cacti #i cant believe this #spaceli #i want to DIE #long //

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kastillia · 8 years ago

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i'm really having fun with pokemon moon and i thought 'why should i deprive all of you of my wonderful adventure???' so hey! here are some highlights of my adventure so far

first things first, my starter!

i have a lovely popplio! her name is elise and yes i absolutely named her after my baby sister i don't care if you think azura is more fitting her name is elise and yes it was a nightmare to get her since there's only a 12.5% chance to get a female starter but i was determined to have a beautiful mermaid princess elise and i absolutely spent over an hour soft resetting my game until she showed up

but she is as precious as my baby sister and i love her lots

next up, lillie!

she's adorable and i also love her but she tends to look horrified like 90% of the time as opposed to hau being happy 90% of the time.

i also love nebby and how they never stay in the bag. nebby is a fluffy ball of cosmos and i want them. i will have them. i will steal them.

also i fought hau in the little festival with only elise even though he had a pichu and he got rekted. that's my girl :')

ALSO I LOVE HOW PROFESSOR KUKUI JUST WALKS INTO MY HOUSE WITH NO REGARD. i didn't even open the door. i wasn't even near the door. how did you get in here. stop that.

i did some grinding, mostly just to catch some new pokes and i'm sure everyone's already talked about this particular poke but uhh....yungoos.

i see.

i caught one and named him cheese. just a lil tidbit of information for you.

i also caught a pichu and he's adorable!! i named him stitch. stitch is adorable. i tried petting his cheeks and i got electrocuted. this is fine.

oh also idk if i've ever mentioned this, but moon is my first 3ds pokemon game and this whole pokemon refresh option is adorable???

look at my babies. look at them. are they not the cutest things you've ever seen??? look harder.

so after all my roaming around and running to the ends of the map being like "this is beautiful i need to see more", i finally meet up with lillie at the lab and professor kukui gives me a rotomdex!! O:

then lillie and hau left for someplace and i guess i was supposed to follow them, but i took the opportunity to go snooping around the lab

LILLIE'S ROOM!! there's a diary here!!! O: i can't read it it's locked.......

back downstairs we go

THERE'S ANOTHER DOWNSTAIRS!! now this is a lab

"there's a pokemon you've never seen before on the screen!"

are you sure. that silhouette looks an awful lot like pikachu. i have a pikachu plush in my room. my pichu will evolve into a pikachu. i think i know what they look like.

well now that i've obtained my rotomdex, i have a map!!! so i follow the red flag and what do ya know? here's lillie waiting for me in front of the pokecenter!!

thank god for that i only had one pokeball left

i heal my team! ..........i have two metapods......my caterpie evolved into a metapod so now i have two......

i switch out a metapod for that slowpoke i caught earlier! nice

i open up my menu! what is this festival plaza thing!?!

i got a tutorial for the festival plaza thing and i'm still not sure i completely understand what this is! but i'm getting free stuff so that's fun

time to buy some pokeballs from the pokemart! i get bonus pokeballs!!

time to check out the cafe! they gave me a rare candy for feeding my pokes 26 beans!

i order a lemonade! they gave me extra beans for my pokes! 12 purple beans!!!

ok i guess i should progress with the plot now

hey look it's that angry tauros that i keep running into

oooooh a school

oh so lillie works like my mom at this place - if i talk to her, she'll heal my pokes

that's nice could you also maybe let me borrow nebby and by borrow i mean have because i need

give nebby to me

and now i'm at the school so i should start my trial and beat up some preschoolers i guess

#kas plays pokemoon #i still miss my fates fam but this is good #this is fun!#i like it #long post

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thatweirdmod · 5 years ago

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Windowless Moviemaker Chapter 5: Onus

Windowless Moviemaker

Chapter 5: Onus

A few weeks have passed since I had that vivid dream, and today is Sunday.

I'm off from both work and school, and Kidney called me out for an afternoon stroll around the park, saying that he wanted to talk.

So, here we are now, walking under the shade of overhanging branches with birds chirping the day along.

"Jeeto," Kidney starts. "We've become people with very different priorities. Right now, I'm keeping my nose clean, and thinking about my family and future. Sounds responsible, but you know something? I haven't felt this free in ages."

I just keep walking beside him and listening with my head down, waiting for the punch.

"I burned the bag and clothes I wore on those nights. I wiped my hard drive of all the movies and destroyed the DVDs.

I dumped all my tools and supplies. Now the only relics tying me to that dark past now are my own memories... and you, Jeeto."

"So," I say plainly, "You wanna throw me away too."

Kidney opens his mouth to speak again, but I cut him off.

"It makes sense. I'm a liability to you now. Besides," I add, "we can't even pleasantly reminisce as friends anymore. All that'd do is drag you back to places you'd rather forget."

"You're right," Kidney agrees solemnly. "But there's another thing I need to tell you." He stops walking and turns to me, so I stop with him. Resolve burns in his gold hazel eyes.

"Stay away from Krin and my mother," he tells me in no uncertain terms.

I blink at him.

"I told Mitchol the same thing," Kidney continues. "If any of you touch them, you won't get away with it. That is a guarantee, even if I have to blow the roof off of your whole schtick and expose myself in the process."

I scoff aloud. "Heh, you're a big man now, ain't 'cha?"

Kidney narrows his eyes at me, his frown warning me.

I go on anyway. "From the day you backed out on the school roof, I knew we couldn't really be friends anymore. We had fallen out, but I tried to pretend that things were okay. And do you know why?" I ask.

He stares at me without wording a guess, hints of disgust and dread on his face.

"Because I thought it might come in handy to preserve our relationship. And it has. You see," I elaborate. "You've let me into your house a few times recently.

You were cautious, 'casually' hanging around the bathroom when I went to make sure I didn't snoop around, and walking me to the door when it was time to leave.

You always kept a careful eye on me-- except when we were playing video games in your closed bedroom. For there, I surely couldn't touch Krin.

But, that bedroom just so happens to be the place where you sleep with her."

His face pales as he helplessly waits for me to finish.

"You like to say you don't need a bitch to take care you, but you can't even clean that cluttered room of yours. It's no wonder you never noticed the mini camera hidden between all that junk."

“So you really...?” Kidney says breathlessly.

I laugh in satisfaction. "You're so good and gentle with Krin, little Kidney bean. So different from how you usually were with the women we'd take. She really must be 'something' to you."

My second fit of laughter gets cut short by Kidney grabbing me by the collar. "You son of bitch!" He yells, balling his fist to deck me.

"Hey, easy there." I say calmly. "You're in no position to be threatening me, or any of the other members."

We stay in a standoff for a while, until Kidney begrudgingly releases his grip on my shirt.

"Your willingness to throw yourself to the dogs in order to protect Krin was noble. However, now you see that if you expose us, we'll throw both of you to the dogs.

I probably don't have to explain this to you, but on top of the shame, stigma, and ostracization it brings, incest is illegal here.

If the videos I took got into the hands of law enforcement, it could mean jail time and criminal records for both you and Krin. How's that for 'family and future'?"

Kidney stumbles off the path and backs into a tree. He buries his face in his hands, groaning miserably.

I chuckle, watching him. After a while, he lowers his hands and looks up at me with quivering eyes.

"I'll kill you," he states. "I'll kill each and every one of you."

"Really? Good luck with that." I say nonchalantly. "A physical fight doesn't worry us, even on the off chance that your uncle Stoulfer stands with you.

We have Mitchol's friends, including Redhand Heriolt. It's an easy guess why they call him 'Redhand.'

"Before I kill you," Kidney says, unwavered. "I want to know: is it just my sister, or do you bastards want something else from me?"

"Mitchol and the others wanted you blackmailed for extra insurance. Since you wore a mask while filming, they weren't confident that the website videos would be enough to ensure your silence.

But me? I never fretted about that. The pursuit of a better life and the pursuit of justice are two opposite things in your case."

"So all you yourself really want is Krin, then?" Kidney asks.

"Bingo badaboomgo."

"Why?" He demands, shaking his head in frustration. "Why does it have to be her?"

"Oooohhh, are you dissing your own sister, Kidney?" I tease. "Come on, she's a beautiful girl."

"I know there's more to it than that." He insists. "Do you want to hurt me? Is that it? If so, then come here and hit me in my face like a man, instead of using my little sister to get at me!"

"Wow, look at what an assumption you've jumped to," I say airily, then resume my walk down the path.

"Come back here!" Kidney shouts after me.

I wave goodbye without bothering to look back.

"Just remember," he says. "I have something you don't. You're nothing but an empty coward. And that's what you'll always be, Jeeto."

I wrinkle my nose in disgust at the whole event. Since when did Kidney turn into such a shounen protagonist? To think we used to be friends.

Well anyway, I've got the rest of the day ahead of me, and there is some shopping I need to do.

Man, I feel like a woman, looking through items for self defense like this, but I pick up the pepper spray anyway.

Next I need to get some batteries for my new taser. I push my cart down the aisles, avoiding eye contact with shoppers in the other "lane."

Despite my cool demeanor, Kidney's claim that he would kill me concerned me. It seemed genuine. I could backtrack, apologizing and promising to leave him and Krin alone.

However, he knows me well enough to never believe me. I would pounce when he let his guard down, because that's the way I am.

Have you ever tried to catch an unfriendly animal? I have. With every step closer, the animal's decision making process grows more frantic. When I'm close, backing it into the corner, I can read in the fearful verdict in its eyes:

"The only way out of this is to do something extreme."

What follows is an action with all the force of the animal's existence behind it.

It can be a mad dash, where the animal takes a daunting risk, such as cutting close past the threat or jumping a wide gap. It could also be violently lashing out and tearing into the offender.

"Flight or fight." I muse to myself.

It's also worth noting that in the most pathetic of animals, there is no verdict in the eyes. There is only the fear at imminent death. Those are the ones that freeze.

I've backed Kidney into a corner and given him all terrible options. That's a risky thing to do with a person. In such an arrangement, the best you can hope for is to short circuit the person and cause them to shut down and submit.

Problem is, Kidney isn't one to freeze. This kind of iron maiden-esque situation doesn't foster, in flighters or fighters, the long-suffering complacency that's ideal for long-term control.

Hmm, I realize I need to revise my plan.

What am I getting self-defense stuff for? Do I intend to wait until he comes after me to do anything? Even if I fight him off, what then? Get him arrested for assault? Let him go home, so as not to push him over the edge?

Even though I have more nukes in this cold war, I may be in a standoff with a loose cannon. To what extremes would Kidney go?

Argghhh! This is such pain. That does it; I'll convene with Mitchol about what to do with our turncoat. I get my phone out and text him.

"Can you get Redhand Heriolt, Costriel, and Nethandre together for an online chat meeting with us tonight?"

When Mitchol doesn't respond, I decide finish up shopping. An hour passes and I'm at home, munching on a BLT at my computer.

A reply finally comes. I dive for my phone and confirm that it's him.

The message reads: "wat 4? and no."

I frown and text back: "It's about Kidney. He told me was gonna kill all of us. We should do something."

I use the time while Mitchol is typing to peer through my blinds. Whew. He's not there.

My phone buzzes again.

"lol XD. im busy so mayb nxt week"

I go back and forth with Mitchol, trying to get him to see how dangerous Kidney is right now. At the end of it, he says,

"lemme repeat. NO. just chill. we got K by da balls. ur bein such a lil bich jee"

"At least meet me during lunch at school tomorrow," I insist.

"fine"

I end up showing up early to school on Monday, and I'm antsy all throughout the morning. During math, I noticed that Kidney's desk was empty. What could he be absent for? He looked healthy enough yesterday.

As soon as the final bell to lunch rings, I rush out of class and charge up to the roof. I throw the door open, gasping. Fuck. Mitchol isn't here yet. I grind my teeth as I picture him dragging his feet on the way here.

I'm checking my watch every few seconds. Once 3 rage inducing minutes have passed, the roof door swings open. Kidney pulls a cigarette out of his pocket, leans against the fence, and lights up.

"Well?" He says, puffing smoke.

I can't tell whether it's the smoke or the words causing me to choke. I finally manage to speak in a very low voice.

"I've decided that we need to get Kidney off our backs, in a permanent kind of way."

"Huh? Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Mitchol inquires, straightening up.

"Yes."

He quirks his mouth in displeasure. "That's something I'd rather avoid doing. There's no blackmailing a dead guy into denying that he was the victim of a crime. If they were to get even a shred of evidence on us for murder..."

"That's why I wanna make it look like there was no crime in the first place."

"You mean stage an accident or a suicide?" Mitchol scoffs. "I know you're thinking Redhand will be able to work that out, but not on your life.

There'll be trained pros examining that body and scene. Their attention to detail is so crazy good it's like they've got magic eyes that show them every little mistake killers make."

"We'll just have to find out exactly what type of mistakes they are picking up on, and make sure we don't make them. Besides," I add, "you're acting like Redhand's never gotten away with this."

"Dumb luck and dumb cops." Mitchol dismisses me.

I sigh. "What about a disappearance then? We won't have to worry about any examiners with 'magic eyes' that way."

"More reasonable than your last pitch," Mitchol allows. "It gives the pigs less to work with. But, you've gotta be thorough. If anyone knows you've fallen out with Kidney, don't get anything suspicious in your recent purchase history.

Leave no sign of a struggle. Let 'em take it lightly, thinking he ran away. Get rid of the body. And I don't mean dump it into some water and hope it sinks.

I mean obliterate it. Feed it to dogs. Burn it to char and crush it, then sprinkle it in remote woods. That kinda thing."

I nod approvingly.

"But you know what the clincher is?" Mitchol says. "After you've done all you know to do, detectives still might find that little pesky thing you didn't. I'm just not convinced Kidney's enough of a threat to take that risk for."

"Well I am," I say in a biting tone.

"If you wanna dance the robot with the death row you can suit yourself." Mitchol says. "But I want nothing to do with it, you hear?"

A few days of anxious stagnancy pass, and now I'm at work, sourly stocking shelves.

The only way I knew how to contact Redhand without Mitchol's help was to leave comments on adesireisfulfilled, requesting that he email me. He's the 2nd high moderator, so it was likely he'd see them.

However, my comments kept getting deleted shortly after being made. When I didn't give up, I got sent a message saying:

"Recent comments posted by you have been removed by moderation. Continued harassment and spamming on the website will result in the suspension of your account."

I click my tongue as I arrange the SpaghettiOs. The convenience store is empty, so Roodle approaches and talks to me.

"Your friend Kidney hasn't stopped by for while."

"Oh," I respond, not sure what else can be said.

Her milky eyes analyze me. "Is he a touchy subject for you right now?" She asks with concern.

"We just can't get along anymore," I explain without explaining.

"Oh, I know how it can be with friends sometimes, but I don't know about that," Roodle says, well meaning but unknowing.

"I've found that if you just sit down and talk out your differences, you can get through most spats. The main thing is, you gotta be willin' to listen."

"It would be nice if that worked with Kidney. That way, he'd come back and start buying Creamtastical Bars everyday like he used to."

"Mm-hmm!" Roodle concurs with a big smile. "He was good business. So, consider it your job as part-time associate to get back to chummin' and get him back in our store."

It's harder to force than usual, but I smile back at her. "Thank you, Roodle." I say with just the right amount of sentimentality.

I know I've done it right when she gets that brief expression on her face. It's that mixture of melancholy and happiness, that gold plating of subtle, wholehearted seriousness that turns simple, wooden moments into small memories.

I've touched her heart, and deceived it seamlessly. What an ego booster.

I push the raw, predatory pleasure that I feel inside out through a mold, which makes it take shape on my face as a warm pleasure of gratitude and comradery.

Looking at her, however, I accidentally let an inappropriate bit of wonder creep onto my sweet face. Goodness, she actually cares about me.

Is there a difference between playing the role of a good person all the time, and actually being a good person?

Maybe the 1st category has to think deliberately to make moral choices, and it comes to the 2nd category naturally. I was sure that the 2nd group was a myth, until the face of this naive angel was unveiled to me.

And then, the glass doors part like servants for their king, and Kidney steps through. Roodle turns her head, and says, "Welcome back!" Then she winks at me and returns to the register.

He nods to her in greeting. My breath catches thickly in my throat when he turns and looks down at me, kneeling with canned goods in my hands.

Kidney's face is coldly blank, but his eyes hold a promise. I stare, unable to do anything else. He passes me, saying nothing, and goes to the back-- to the freezers.

He buys several types of ice cream, but leaves with the crinkle of a devil in his pocket that only I notice. Badump. Bump bump badump bump! My heart makes my body shake.

I go through the rest of my shift doing everything as diligently and thoroughly as I can, as if that will make it last longer.

As night draws closer, I curse Mitchol viciously in my mind. And if Redhand saw my comments and ignored me, fuck him too.

Adesireisfulfilled wouldn't be half of what it is now without me, and yet they're gonna stand by and let me be killed?

At last, the glass doors part for me, like a shield-wall of traitors. I poke my head out and look either way before stepping out onto the concrete.

There's no one around except the bugs buzzing around the dim streetlights. I begin walking, tense and snapping my head around at every new sound.

When my house appears before me, I almost don't believe it. When the relief starts to wash over me, I whirl around, thinking that's just how Kidney would want me to feel before he struck.

My voice comes out quieter and more rapidly than I mean for it to. "I know you're there," I say, feeling slightly crazy.

With wide eyes and sensilla lined ears, I examine all 360 degrees within my radius. Nothing? I retreat up my driveway walking backwards, only turning to open the door.

My shakiness must be visible, because my little sister Sota scoffs when she sees me. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing." I say firmly.

She shrugs. "Somehow, you seem even weirder than usual."

I tune out her words, instead choosing to observe her smooth legs and round bottom when she turns and jogs up the stairs in her green short shorts.

My mother comes around to greet me. "Sota has a point," she says, scrutinizing me. "Did something happen at work today?"

"No," I state. "I don't know what you guys are talking about."

I notice the weight that's melded into my hand. I'd forgotten about it until now. I thrust the grocery bag towards my mother. "Here. It's the stuff you asked for. Don't worry about paying me back."

"Well okay..." My mother says.

As soon as she takes the bag, I run up to my room and close the door behind me. I lean against it, gasping and trembling. Tears well in the corners of my eyes, and a small, sighing whimper is squeezed from my throat.

I've gotta get it together. I can't be acting like this.

I push off the door and make to collapse into my computer chair, but something on the floor in front of my closet catches my attention.

It's an empty syringe. Fuck. I thought I made sure to keep all my tools put away. Don't tell me I've been getting sloppy with things like this too.

I pick it up and open the closet to pull down the box and hide it where it belongs. A dark figure is in front of me. The gasp is cut off in my throat, my air blocked. A bitter sting stabs my neck, and I fall into darkness.

I peel my eyes open, unnaturally lethargic. The sight before me seems familiar-- a grey ceiling and white lights.

I roll my stiff neck down, and see Kidney sitting on the bed in front of me. I jump weakly, but find that I don't move at all.

Many ropes are snaked tightly around my body, binding me to a heavy chair. It's a terrible thing, being trapped in a hard chair with a sore ass, your future murderer in front of you.

"Can you hear me, Jeeto?" Kidney asks. His voice is calm like in my dream, but not pleasant.

I reluctantly respond in hoarse words. "I can hear you."

"You know what I said the other day."

I listen with baited breath.

"I spoke with an overheated head." Kidney says.

If this is a ploy to get me to open up, I'm afraid it's working.

"I've decided that whether or not that has to happen depends on you, Jeeto. To start, do other members have the videos you took of me and Krin?"

I open my mouth to reply, but he stops me to make a qualification.

"If you lie, I'll find out about it. You won't be leaving this bunker until I've confirmed the truth of every answer you give me."

"I understand," I rasp obediently. "I gave them to Mitchol, but I don't know if he gave them to anyone else."

"Do you wanna give a guess as to whether or not he did?"

I respond honestly. "He probably distributed them around his inner circle. Not only for safe keeping and power over you, but also because of the sheer drama of it.

Sex between a brother and sister is something his friends would naturally be curious to see."

Kidney's face twitches in anger. "Is that what you thought too, when you were spying on us?" He speaks in an acerbic, low tone. "Were we just some morbid, 1800s circus spectacle to your perverted, judging eyes?"

If I weren't in this position, I would laugh at Kidney's delusional umbrage about the way his incestuous relationship is viewed by others. "Of course that's what you were," I think, but I don't dare say it.

"I was intrigued," I say. Hopefully it comes across as honest, but not too insulting or patronizing. "I thought, 'So this is what was so precious to Kidney.'"

"Nevermind," Kidney says abruptly. "How do you usually contact Mitchol? Are you in communication with any of the other members? How do you talk to them?"

"I usually just text Mitchol, though if it's something long, I'll email him. I'm not in contact with any of the others."

Kidney pulls my phone out of his pocket. I instinctively bristle at seeing another person handling it.

"I appreciate that you've told me the truth," he says, sneering. "None of the members, save for Mitchol, are in your contacts list. Now, let me give you another chance to earn some more brownie points with me."

I peer at him through my brown bangs, wondering what shitty thing he's going to ask me to do.

"Tell me, what interests Mitchol? What could you say to him to get him to meet you in a secluded place at night?"

I think for a while, mumbling to myself, "Uhm... erm..."

Kidney slams his fist against the bed's head board. "Rack your fucking brain!"

"Um.. I could invite him out to go hunting. No... tell him I'd brought a top quality subject to the bunker. It'd be for business too, so it doesn't totally contradict what I said about us not being friends anymore."

"What kind of 'top quality subject'," Kidney inquires. "Does he have a girl he wants?"

"I remember him talking about one named Phoebe he takes English class with. She's kind of a loner, has long, reddish-brown hair, and works weekends at the arcade."

"Interesting. And if he asks how you got her, what would you say?"

"Mitchol's tailed her before, and he said she'll sometimes go out late. Phoebe likes to pick up fast food milkshakes and sip them on park benches at night, gazing up at the stars. So, I'd say I took her then."

Kidney nods tersely and makes to text Mitchol with my phone, but before he sends the message he asks once again, "You're sure he'll come for this?"

"Mitchol believes she's a virgin, and he told me he'd prefer to eat her before she "spoils."

With that, Kidney sends it off, and we wait.

Eventually, Mitchol responds. "He's mad," Kidney says, showing me the reply:

"DUMFUCK y wud u take my grl b4 i was rdy? now i gotta drive far or she'll b wasted."

"But, nicely done." Kidney finishes. He flips the phone closed and tosses it onto the bed. Then he takes something out of his pocket.

I squint at the object. "Is that...?"

"Oh this?" Kidney says. "I hope you don't mind that I borrowed your new taser. It was for me after all, wasn't it? But I guess I was supposed to be on the other side."

Shit. If Mitchol isn't careful...

"Anyway," Kidney says. "Since we're going to be waiting for awhile, we might as well chat to pass the time."

"That'd be fine, if your idea of chatting wasn't just more interrogation."

Kidney raises his eyebrows. "You're getting uppity with me now? Don't forget you're tied to a chair, completely at my mercy. All things considered, I'm being pretty nice to you."

"Hmph," I say. "Your niceties have only been performed out of necessity, necessity which ceased to exist the moment Mitchol agreed to come here."

I observe the furnishings of the room. "It appears I'm occupying the only un-tippable chair here. Guess I'll have to give up my seat once your guest arrives."

"Fine, so it's more interrogation, Kidney admits. "Just tell me this time, why did it have to be Krin? Why did you want her so badly?"

"Because you wanted her so badly." I confess. "You proudly hoarded Krin all to yourself, taunting me and barring me from pleasure."

I sigh. "You had a point the other day, you know. Because the way you insulted me before... it made me feel like I had to put you in your place."

"Yes," Kidney says gravely. "I never should've said so much." He lowers his head moves his lips silently. It looks like he's breathing a prayer or an apology.

He walks behind me, and then that acrid prick finds my neck again. I sink down under. A long and short while of nothing passes, until the oblivion begins to part again.

I open my eyes slowly, disorientated and sore. I find that I'm sitting on the floor, bound in ropes and propped up against a cold wall. I hear screams and curses, so I laboriously turn my head to see what's going on.

"Tell me!" Kidney yells, punching Mitchol in the face. He's really in my chair now, and I lived to see it.

When my eyes adjust more and focus on Kidney's face, I see that it's bloodied and bruised. Even with the taser, he had some trouble getting Mitchol.

Blood dribbles from Mitchol's mouth as he says, "Just calm down, man." He groans in pain. "Look, whatever you think I did, it's not what you think."

Kidney growls, but decides to leave it at that for now. "Jeeto," he says, pointing a red smeared finger at me. "You're awake. I'll get back to you in a minute."

He turns back to Mitchol, "Tell me who you gave the videos to."

"I already told you," Mitchol responds. "I didn't send 'em to anybody."

"Why not?" Kidney demands."I... I just didn't get around to it."

"Liar," Kidney hisses. He storms over to his bag and yanks out a leather whip. It snaps as he flails it out at Mitchol.

"Liar, liar, liar!" Kidney chants the word over and over again as he thrashes the shrieking young man's clothes and skin to ribbons.

Despite myself, I loose a boistrous laugh and heckle Mitchol. "I told ya so, aye?"

Mitchol's gritted teeth tremble as hot tears stream through the blood on his face. "Okay..." He mewls, almost inaudibly.

"Huh, what was that?" Kidney asks.

Mitchol bursts out in a fit of crying. "I said 'okay!' Man... shit. I thought you'd get madder if I told the truth *sniffle*, but I actually gave the vids of you and your sister to Costriel and Nethandre." Repressed whimpers rack his body.

Kidney's lips are tightly pursed, and his face is wrinkled in intense disgust as his eyes bear down on Mitchol. "Those two, they're your mutual friends with Redhand Heriolt."

"Ye-yeah," Mitchol says.

"So it's perfectly plausible, then," Kidney continues, "that Redhand has the videos as well."

Mitchol perks up a bit. "Look... I can set him up for you if that's what you want."

Kidney sneers. "As a matter of fact, that is what I want. And I want all the others too, so I'll offer you a deal, Mitchol.

You work with me to erase every copy of those videos, and help me take down everyone who has them. Then, I'll let you go."

"Really? Thank you!" Mitchol breathes.

"There is a prerequisite, though." Kidney says. "Swear on your life that you won't bother me or my family again after I free you."

"I swear, I swear." Mitchol says. "I won't bother you, your sister, or anybody ever again."

"Very good." Kidney says, then turns back to me. Once he's close, he kneels down and leans in so we're at eye level. My breaths shiver in and out as his gold-streaked eyes bore into my face.

"Listen to me." He says. "You might think this is going to end tonight, but it won't. You will watch and live as I take everything away from you that you took from me and Krin."

My eyes widen as I realize where I heard him say those words before.

"I will destroy the most precious thing to you-- your films. I will take your dignity. I will grind you into nothing, until you lose even your will to live."

My stomach turns. Kidney lips twist upwards wryly when he finishes repeating the curse from my nightmare. Chills crawl along my skin.

"How?" I ask with barely a voice.

"'Luna of Night, eyes of borrowed light, make my own so very bright. Sands sublime, recorder of the subterranean mind, with you, let me intertwine.'" He says.

"It's like what I said that night, when I was in bed..."

"A chant, it just came over you, didn't it?" Kidney says. "You don't know why, but you repeated words you'd never heard."

"I saw the cosmos, and then I saw you." I say.

"Just before I invited you to the park to talk that Sunday afternoon, Kidney says. "I was taken through space to Mother Moon as well. At some point, I scooped up a handful of her white sand.

In each grain was a dream, and I found yours. Once I saw the manifestation of your subconscious, of your malice and lust, I knew that I had to stop you somehow."

"Ahahaa..." I laugh just like I did in the dream, and Kidney tenses. "What the hell is going on?" I weakly ask both him and the universe.

"Maybe you'll find out once this is over." He answers.

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