#lets say. inappropriate. stuff without permission?

[captainshadowshifter]

Today apparently I will be fuelled by pure rage. Noted.

[sowerpatch]

terms of play [chapter 5 - backcourt violation]

Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Summary: Azzi Fudd built the Golden Valkyries on a dare, but drafting Paige Bueckers was all strategy. Fresh off an NCAA title, Paige is everything the team needs—and everything Azzi shouldn’t want.

Officially, it’s all business. Unofficially, it’s glances that linger too long and touches that mean too much.

Author's note: this is an AU where Azzi owns the Golden State Valkyries and drafts Paige. Azzi's family are all original characters. Also, Azzi is three years older than Paige.

*CHAPTER LIST HERE*

Chapter Summary: Azzi keeping things professional is proving harder than expected. She keeps pulling back, but Paige’s persistence is relentless—showing up with takeout, stealing glances, and testing every boundary.

It’s a quiet tug-of-war, and Azzi’s defense is starting to crack. Word count: 4,430

A luxurious rooftop bar, Manhattan. April 2025. 

“You own the team?!” 

Azzi looked at her, lips parted slightly like she might say something. But she didn’t. She just gave a single nod, smooth and unbothered.    Paige scrubbed a hand down her face, eyes narrowed like she was betrayed. 

“You my boss lady?” 

Azzi didn’t flinch. She adjusted her glass on the ledge, back to the city lights. 

Paige dropped her voice, mock-serious. “Do you, like… sign checks? Make cuts? Have secret rich-people meetings?” 

Azzi gave the faintest smile. “Yes.” 

Paige stepped closer, her disbelief loud. “You let me say all that stuff back at the suite. You let me flirt with you. While being my future boss.” 

“You didn’t seem like someone who needed permission.” 

“Oh I didn’t,” Paige said, hand on her chest like she was scandalized. “But damn, I was out here throwing my best lines. I asked if you wanted nuggets and affection. You just sat there looking like money.” 

Azzi shifted her gaze to her, unreadable. “Is that your usual pitch?” 

“It’s undefeated,” Paige said. “Except apparently when the girl is secretly the owner of a WNBA team and I find out during the afterparty like some clueless walk-on.” 

"Your intentions were loud, even without words." Azzi said, tone even. 

“I had no idea I was seducing upper management,” Paige said. “You looked like you stepped out of a Forbes cover story just to ruin someone’s life.” 

“And you looked like you wanted yours ruined.” 

Heat spiked up Paige’s neck. She coughed once, failed at hiding her grin. 

“So what now?” she asked. “Is this where you say I’m being inappropriate and escort me back to the buffet table?” 

Azzi didn’t answer right away. She lifted her gaze back to the skyline, face unreadable. 

“This is where I remind you,” she said, “that the draft is over. You're under contract. And I expect professionalism.” 

Paige leaned against the railing beside her, shoulder brushing close. 

“Professionalism. Got it,” she said. “But if I ever happen to flirt again—hypothetically—it’s because I respect my boss deeply.”    "You’re insufferable.”    “No, I’m just realizing I shot my shot at the one person who can cut my career short before it even starts.” 

“I’d never do that,” Azzi said, voice low and measured. “I’d let you suffer slowly.” 

“Comforting.” 

Azzi turned back to the skyline. “Are you going to keep spiraling, or are you going to enjoy your party?” 

Paige stepped closer. “That depends. You gonna keep looking like that?” 

- 

Valkyries HQ, San Francisco. April 2025.   

The soundstage echoed with flashes and instructions. Rookies moved in and out of frame, holding poses with branded balls, showing off their new gear. Purple backdrops. Gold lighting.  

A camera operator gestured for a little more chin tilt. Someone from PR handed over a sweat towel between takes. 

Azzi stood off to the side, poised near the monitors. She’d been invited by the media director to observe. Just a short check-in. No remarks. Her role, technically, didn’t require her presence. But her name carried enough weight that everyone straightened when they noticed her watching. 

She kept her expression still. 

Across the set, Paige Bueckers stepped in front of the lens. 

She wore the fresh Valkyries kit like it belonged on her. Jersey tucked. The lighting flattered her angles in ways that weren’t exactly accidental. 

Paige caught her watching. That grin showed up instantly. 

Azzi’s jaw flexed once. 

The photographer signaled for Paige to turn. She did—with a wink aimed directly across the room. 

Azzi exhaled through her nose, subtle and sharp. She didn’t react. Her arms folded tighter. Her heels shifted half a step, just enough to re-center her stance. 

The assistant next to her leaned in. “She’s a natural,” he said, nodding toward Paige. 

Azzi didn’t answer. 

Because she already knew that. 

-    Azzi’s office in the Valkyries HQ, San Francisco. April 2025. 

The only light in the room came from her screen. 

Azzi sat in her high-backed chair, one hand resting lightly on her mouse, eyes fixed on a folder full of media day selects. Hundreds of images lined the display—rookies posing with basketballs, arms crossed under bright lighting, gear freshly unboxed and pressed for show. 

She clicked through them with practiced indifference. A few she flagged for approval, others she passed without a second glance. 

Then she paused. 

One frame held her attention longer than she meant to let it. 

Paige, mid-laugh, half-turned toward the camera. Jersey sharp, hair pulled back, the kind of confidence that couldn’t be coached. Something about her grin felt uncontained, a little unruly. 

Azzi didn’t notice she’d clicked back until it happened twice. She closed the folder abruptly. 

Her head throbbed faintly. Too much screen time. Too many decisions. 

The knock on the door came before she could stand. 

She turned, expecting Ines or maybe someone from security. 

Instead, the door opened to Paige Bueckers holding a brown paper bag and two bottles of water. 

“Hope you’re not the type to pull a fire alarm over Chinese takeout,” Paige said, stepping in. 

Azzi didn’t speak, but the surprise look on her face was subtle. 

“I figured you haven’t eaten. You’ve got that CEO glow. You know, the kind that screams underfed and overscheduled.” 

Paige crossed the room without waiting for permission, dropping the bag on Azzi’s coffee table. She didn’t touch anything else. 

Azzi kept her expression still. “This isn’t a locker room.” 

“Yeah, and you don’t look like someone who’s ever been in one. Still, I figured saving your life with spring rolls might earn me ten minutes of your time.” 

Azzi stood, slowly, smoothing the front of her blazer. Her heels made a sharp sound against the floor. 

Paige smiled. “You’re welcome, by the way.” 

“You’re assuming I accept.” 

“You didn’t kick me out yet.” Paige pulled out a takeout container, already unwrapping it. “I’ll take that as a win.” 

The smell curled through the air—ginger, garlic, roasted heat. Azzi’s stomach twisted, caught between protest and surrender. 

Azzi looked down at the takeout, lips pressed in a thin line. She wasn’t sure when she’d last eaten. Maybe a salad between meetings, maybe not even that.  

The scent rising from the bag was warm and grounding, annoyingly tempting. 

Her gaze flicked to Paige, still standing there like she belonged in her office, too casual, too confident. 

Azzi exhaled. 

“Sit,” she said, gesturing toward the couch. “You brought it. You might as well eat.” 

Paige didn’t hesitate. “You sure? I don’t want HR on my ass eating with my boss.” 

Azzi gave her a look. “You’re not charming enough to cause a scandal.” 

“I’m working on it,” Paige grinned, dropping onto the couch and unboxing the food like it was a date. “But I’ll warn you, if you fall in love over chow mein, I take zero responsibility.” 

Azzi sat beside her, a careful distance away. “I don’t fall in love.” 

Paige didn’t miss a beat. She smirked, dragging her eyes down and up again with unbothered confidence. “Then I guess I’ve got work to do.” 

The joke landed with ease, but Azzi didn’t laugh. 

It was supposed to be harmless. A flirt. But it slipped past the armor. She could feel the tension curling behind her ribs, thick and uninvited.  

Paige made everything look easy. Like Azzi wasn’t the one with something to lose. 

She reached for her chopsticks, needing something to do with her hands. 

“Eat your food, Rookie.” 

- 

Fudd Children’s Hospital, San Francisco. May 2025. 

The children’s hospital lobby gleamed under soft lighting, rebranded banners hung beside old family crests. The Fudd name was stitched into the walls, into the hospital wings named after her late grandparents, into the polished marble floor that stretched beneath Azzi’s heels.  

She stood near the welcome desk, navy suit tailored so precisely it looked like it had been sewn onto her frame that morning.  

Cameras clicked in slow rhythm around her, the press orbiting politely but closely, waiting for her to smile. She hadn’t yet. 

A rustle of laughter echoed from the end of the hall. 

Paige stood near the arts table, crouched beside a boy holding up a finger-painted Valkyries logo. The hem of her untucked white button-up brushed the waistband of her pants. The sleeves were rolled like she'd helped clean up glue moments ago, and she had paint on her wrist. 

She looked up, grinning. 

“Hello there Ms. Fudd,” Paige greeted, her voice warm and low. 

Azzi’s eyes flicked to the cameras, then back to her. “You’re early.” 

“I’m punctual for anything that involves finger paints and royalty,” Paige said, straightening. 

Azzi lifted one brow. “Try not to stain the walls.” 

Paige took a few steps forward, eyes skimming the curve of Azzi’s collar. “Can’t promise anything. I get distracted when boss ladies wear navy like it’s a weapon.” 

The photographer waved them together for a photo. Paige didn’t wait for approval. She stepped beside her, shoulder brushing lightly, too casual for strangers. 

“Smile like you like me,” Paige whispered. 

Azzi’s gaze stayed ahead, lips curving just enough for the cameras. “I’m tolerating you. There’s a difference.” 

Click. 

Paige leaned a little closer, whispering under her breath. “You’re so hot when you lie.” 

Azzi inhaled once, sharp and shallow, then stepped away just as the camera lowered. Her expression didn’t change, but Paige caught the way her fingers flexed. 

A nurse gestured toward the playroom.  

They were meant to make an appearance, wave at families, let the city see the Valkyries care. 

Paige followed her in. She didn’t have to. No one was giving orders. She simply kept step like she had always belonged at her side. 

Azzi spared her a glance. “Your shirt is uneven.” 

Paige tugged it lower. “Didn’t think you’d be checking.” 

“You are in public,” Azzi said. 

Paige smirked. “You keep telling yourself that’s the only reason.” 

Azzi turned toward the doorway, jaw set.    This was madness disguised as Paige Bueckers. 

-    Paige’s apartment, Oakland. April 2025.  

By morning, the photo had already made the rounds. 

It wasn’t just in the press release from Fudd Children’s Hospital or the feature write-ups from local outlets. It had flooded social media—reshared by fans, picked up by sports accounts, and quietly passed around in group chats.  

A cropped version had even gone viral: Paige Bueckers mid-laugh, a kid’s drawing in one hand, Azzi Fudd beside her in navy silk, profile half-turned, expression unreadable. They weren’t even looking at each other. But somehow, the space between them did all the work. 

The top comment under one repost: 

“Whatever they’re cooking, I’m ordering seconds.” 

Another: 

“This energy is insane. WHO is writing this script?” 

Screenshots scattered across platforms.  

Someone dubbed them PR soulmates. 

Another edited hearts in the background.  

A few fan edits turned up on TikTok, complete with slow zooms and love songs that felt entirely too on the nose. 

Paige watched the storm unfold from her hotel bed, barefoot and still in yesterday’s sweats.  

One photo in particular had her attention.  

It was taken just as she leaned in to whisper something to Azzi during a painting demo. Her smile was cocky. Azzi’s jaw was sharp. Their elbows brushed. 

Paige cropped it and opened Instagram. 

She hovered for a moment, then dropped it in Azzi’s DMs. 

Tell me this doesn’t look like a power couple soft-launch. 

She hit send. 

Then, just below it: 

We might need a joint statement... or dinner. 

Seen. 

- 

Embassy Suites, South Bend. May 2025. 

The hotel room lights were dimmed low, just the soft glow of the city pushing through the window. Paige sat at the edge of the bed, elbows on her knees, sneakers already laced. Her jersey hung over the back of the chair. She hadn’t touched it yet. 

On the nightstand, her phone buzzed. 

She answered without looking. “Yo.” 

KK’s voice came through, smooth and familiar. “You ready?” 

Paige leaned back against the headboard, exhaling. “I think so.” 

“You sound like you’re about to walk into a deposition.” 

“I’m excited,” Paige said, then paused. “But I’m also nervous. Like, weirdly nervous.” 

“Weirdly? Girl, it’s preseason. You’ve played in front of ten thousand before.” 

“Yeah, but this is different.” Paige rolled her head toward the window. “First pro game. Whole new league. I don’t want to mess it up.” 

“You won’t,” KK said. “You’ve been ready. You’re overthinking again.” 

“Of course I’m overthinking. My name’s on the damn posters.” 

“You’re nervous because you care,” KK added. “That’s good. But you’re not out there to prove anything. You’re there to do what you always do.” 

Paige closed her eyes for a moment, letting the words settle. Her fingers stilled.  

“Okay, but if I airball the first shot, I’m blaming you personally.” 

KK smirked. “Fair. But only if you give me credit when you drop 30.” 

Paige laughed, the nerves loosening just enough.  

She tilted the phone slightly and looked at herself in the reflection. Her hair still needed fixing.  

Then KK’s voice dropped a little, playful. “How’s Dallas treating you off court?” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Y'know exactly what it means. New city. New fans. New girls.” 

Paige smirked. “You think I’ve got time to be out here running game?” 

“I think you can’t help yourself.” 

Paige sighed into the speaker, one arm flung over her face. Her thoughts weren’t exactly empty on that subject.  

They kept circling back to someone. Someone with a navy pantsuit, a careful smile, and a way of standing still like the room moved around her. 

“Been busy,” Paige said finally. 

KK narrowed her eyes. “Busy, huh. Like, weight room busy or someone’s-bed busy?” 

“I’ve been behaving.” 

KK blinked. “Okay. Who is she?” 

“What?” 

“You’re dodging. You never dodge unless someone’s got you in your feelings. Spill.” 

Paige sat up, ran both hands through her hair, and stared out at the window. 

“I don’t know yet,” she muttered. 

KK’s voice softened. “So it’s real?” 

The corner of Paige’s mouth curved like she wasn’t ready to talk about it. Like she wanted to hold it a little longer before letting the world in.    -    Joyce Center, Notre Dame. May 2025.    The media room pulsed with camera clicks and artificial light. Paige sat at the table in front of the Valkyries backdrop, arms folded loose, hair slicked back, warmup jacket unzipped just enough to make her look like she belonged here without trying.   

Her first preseason game was hours away, but the press was already circling, eager.  

A reporter leaned in. “New city, new start. What’s keeping you balanced outside basketball?”  

Paige let out a breath through her nose, the corner of her mouth twitching. “Early morning lifts. Film. The usual chaos. Sometimes I sleep. Sometimes I flirt with the idea of sleep.”  

Laughter rumbled across the room.  

Another voice cut in. “Anyone special helping you adjust to San Francisco?”  

The grin hit her face before she could stop it.  

“Define special,” she said, chin tilted.  

Flashes popped.   

Lisa Leslie shifted behind the cameras, her posture like a warning shot.  

Paige leaned closer to the mic. “There’s been generous hospitality,” she added, dragging the word just long enough to draw raised brows.  

“You mean the management?” someone clarified.  

She held their gaze, eyes flashing like she knew exactly what she was doing. “Let’s just say I’ve had a very warm welcome.”  

Beside her, Kiki nudged her under the table.  

“Next question,” the moderator called, barely hiding the urgency.  

Paige sat back, smile lingering. In the back of her mind, something electric buzzed. 

- 

Valkyries HQ, San Francisco. May 2025.       The Valkyries’ scrimmage ran long. The echo of sneakers and the thud of the ball filled the private gym like heartbeat and breath, fast and relentless.  

Coaches shouted from the sidelines, staff scribbled on tablets, but none of it reached the upper level where Azzi stood—hidden behind the tinted glass of the executive viewing box. She hadn’t announced her arrival. She rarely did. 

She watched. 

The team moved with precision and chaos in equal parts. Paige was in the middle of it all, white jersey clinging to her shoulder blades, hair damp with sweat, jaw set like she was hunting something just out of reach.  

Azzi’s gaze lingered there longer than she intended. The staff beside her said nothing. They knew better than to ask why she came. 

When practice ended, Paige disappeared into the lockers with the rest of the team. Azzi turned and left without a word. 

Downstairs, the hallway outside the locker room was cooler, washed in soft overhead lights.  

Paige stepped out still in her compression shirt and shorts, towel slung around her neck. Her face lifted when she saw Azzi leaning against the far wall, a bottle of water already waiting in one hand like she had been standing there for hours. 

“Well, damn,” Paige said with a grin. “Did I just hallucinate the boss lady in the wild?” 

Azzi offered the bottle without comment. Paige took it, brushing her fingers lightly against Azzi’s. 

“I knew I felt judged mid-practice,” Paige added, twisting the cap. “You were up there watching, weren’t you?” 

Azzi ignored her question. 

“When was the last time you actually slept?” 

The question knocked the air out of Paige’s rhythm. She paused mid-sip, water hanging between her lips and a half-formed thought. Her eyes flicked toward Azzi, searching her face for any sign of humor. 

She didn’t find any. 

“I mean… I sleep,” Paige said finally, voice caught somewhere between honesty and deflection. “Just maybe not the doctor-recommended kind.” 

Azzi said nothing. Her gaze didn’t waver.  

Paige scratched at the back of her neck. 

“That your way of asking if I’m okay?” she added, trying for a smirk. “Coz that’s kinda hot.” 

“What happened to being professional?”    Paige scoffed, crumpling the empty water bottle in her hand. “Oh, come on! You’re the one who showed up like a ghost and waited outside with hydration. That’s at least a little unprofessional.” 

Azzi’s brow lifted. Paige leaned in slightly, grin blooming. 

“You ambushed me with emotional support,” she said. “Feels kinda against team policy.” 

“This is just payback,” she explained, eyes on Paige. “You brought me takeout. I brought you water. We’re even.” 

Paige leaned against the wall, smirk already forming. “If we’re evening the score, I’d prefer my payback come in the form of dinner.” 

Something flickered behind Azzi's expression, too quick to read.     “That’s definitely not the meaning of staying professional.” 

She didn’t wait for Paige’s comeback. The look she gave was unreadable, somewhere between restraint and calculation, before she turned and walked away without another word. 

Paige stayed where she was, lips parted, the smirk tugging slower this time. 

- 

Pan Pacific, London. May 2025.    The rain traced slow patterns down the tall windows of her hotel suite, London cast in a dim silver light beneath her.   

Azzi stood with a hand braced on the glass, her reflection barely visible against the skyline. She had been reviewing acquisition notes for Fudd Holdings all afternoon for a British client, her inbox stacked with flagged threads and negotiations waiting on her word.  

The television droned in the background, still on from when she'd asked for local news.  

A sports segment rolled in unexpectedly, the Valkyries logo blinking to life across the screen. 

Azzi didn’t turn around right away.  

It was Paige’s voice that made her look.  

Interview lighting flattered her poorly. Paige sat on the press bench in her team gear, eyes rimmed in fatigue, answering questions about the upcoming pre-season matchup against the Atlanta Dream.   

She made a joke about guarding Brittney Griner that earned a few laughs, but it came too late to hide the way her shoulders drooped. Her voice cracked halfway through a sentence. 

Azzi narrowed her eyes.  

There was something dull beneath her usual brightness. The spark remained, but it flickered. That kind of wear didn’t happen in one night.  

She turned from the window and walked to the armchair, remote slipping from her hand to the cushion beside her.  

She opened her phone and navigated to Instagram on muscle memory.  

The screen loaded her DMs.  

They were all still there.  

Paige had sent a handful over the last week. One had just been a picture of her new team shoes, captioned with a “look who’s finally sponsored.”   

Another was a short clip of Azzi at the hospital event, caught in the background of a reel Paige reposted with a fire emoji.  

Azzi had left every message unread.  

Until now.  

She tapped into the last one, then switched to the interview clip. A beat passed.  

Then she typed.  

Your interview hijacked my news feed. You look like you’ve been fighting sleep for a week. Do yourself a favor and sleep.  

She stared at it, thumb hovering. Then hit send.  

It delivered instantly.  

Three seconds later, a red heart appeared.  

Then a reply.  

Yes ma’am. 🫡 Can I get a Good Night tho?   

Azzi though about it. 

Why not? She thought Paige deserved it. If it makes her sleep better. 

Good night, Rookie. 

- 

Paige’s apartment, Oakland. May 2025.    Paige lay sprawled on her couch, limbs heavy from the beating her body took the night before. Her muscles throbbed in slow pulses, each one a reminder that preseason didn’t mean easy.  

The Dallas Wings had played like they wanted her out by the first quarter. Double teams from tip-off, arms in her face before she could call a screen.  

The bruises were already blooming along her ribs, but the worst of it was the exhaustion crawling under her skin. 

Still, a win was a win. 

The best part? No flights.  

They’d played at Chase. Home court. All she had to do was limp to her car and drive fifteen minutes to her apartment and collapse. 

She hadn’t bothered changing. Her hoodie still smelled like Gatorade and sweat, and the ice pack on her ankle had long since turned lukewarm.  

She kept flipping the same channel, brain too fried to care what was on. Restless. Bored. 

Her phone buzzed once on the coffee table. 

Then again. 

She grabbed it, thumb sliding over the screen without much thought. 

Arike. 

Buckets! We hitting the club tonight. Last night in the bay. Come on, rook. 

Sorry bout the block btw. Welcome to the W, I guess. 

Paige blinked down at the message. The attached photo was a screen grab of her getting stuffed at the rim, face twisted midair.  

She groaned and let her head fall back against the cushion. 

Her body wanted bed. 

But her ego? 

Might’ve needed tequila. 

Ur buying the first round. U owe me emotional damages. 

Sent. 

-  The Grand Night Club, San Francisco. May 2025.

The bass throbbed through Paige’s chest as she sank further into the velvet booth, the air humid with sweat, perfume, and late-night tension.  

Her body still ached from the game. Muscles sore beneath her oversized white button-down. She hadn’t meant to stay long, but now she wasn’t sure she’d leave at all. 

That was before she saw her. 

She stood across the room, framed in low red lighting like a challenge waiting to be accepted. Her hair was pulled back, sleek and deliberate. Her skin glowed where the shadows kissed it, like something sculpted and soft.  

She didn’t need to dance. Her stillness did more damage than movement ever could. A drink swirled in her hand, untouched. Her expression said she could resurrect someone to life for the sport of it. 

Paige was already moving. 

She leaned on the bar beside her, just close enough that their arms brushed. 

“You keep looking like that and someone’s gonna get ideas.” 

She turned toward Paige with a slow drag of her gaze, the kind of look that felt like fingers pressed beneath fabric. Her lipstick clung to the rim of her glass, her expression unreadable, but her body didn’t shift away.  

She stayed exactly where she was—poised, languid, dangerous. 

“Is that your opener?” 

Paige’s grin sharpened. “Just me being polite. I could’ve started with what I’m actually thinking.” 

Their proximity hummed. A throb under the music. The air between them buzzed with something more than curiosity. 

“Mm,” the girl said, tone velvet and teeth. She sipped again, throat bare in the dim club light. “I’m guessing it’s less polite.” 

“Downright indecent,” Paige said, her voice dropping as she leaned in. Her fingers brushed the girl’s glass. “But only if you ask nicely.” 

The girl’s eyes just traced Paige’s mouth, slow and careful, as if she’d already imagined it somewhere else. 

“I don’t beg,” she said. 

Paige bit back a groan and smiled like a dare. “Good. I’m more into mutual destruction anyway.” 

A pause. A shift. The girl’s lip caught between her teeth, then released. 

Turning just enough to let her shoulder graze Paige’s chest. “Do you think you'll survive the night?” 

Paige’s hand circled the girl’s wrist, her grip easy but certain, pulling her through the pulse of the bar. The crowd parted just enough to let them disappear into the darker corner near the back. Music thudded low around them, bass heavy, the kind of rhythm meant to blur lines and judgment. 

She backed the girl against the wall with a slow step in. Their bodies barely touched, breath caught in the narrowing space. Paige’s mouth hovered by her ear, warm and deliberate. 

“Relax,” she murmured. “It’s only a warm-up.” 

The girl let out a quiet sound—half laugh, half dare—and then moved.  

She pushed Paige back with a steady hand, flipping the script with practiced ease. Her palm settled against Paige’s chest, pinning her. Confident, unhurried. She leaned in, pressing a kiss below Paige’s jaw, then another along the line of her neck. 

Paige groaned softly, one hand gripping the girl’s waist, the other curling around her wrist. 

The kiss deepened—messy, greedy. She let her body surrender to the rhythm of it, to the alcohol, to the thrill of teeth scraping lips and breath shared through parted mouths. 

Then the girl dipped lower, lips finding the angle beneath her jaw. Heat bloomed there as her tongue traced along the vein. Paige exhaled, head tipping back against the wall, eyelids fluttering half shut. 

And when they opened— 

Everything stalled. 

Straight through the chaos, through the crowd and the girl, cold eyes locked with hers. 

It felt like being snapped into focus. Paige’s chest tightened. The hands on her waist suddenly felt wrong. The lips at her neck too distant. 

Across the room, untouched by the haze and heat, Azzi stood.  

Watching.

[mehwmidklpe]

Hiii, can you write reader is injured during a quest, and Percy helps her?

of course!

You knew the quest was going too well.

It wasn't supposed to be this easy, and you tried to tell Percy, but he was just so happy that everything had been going so well.

Well you'd love to say I told you so, but you were a bit too busy, stabbing a manticore.

"I told you so!"

Oh look! You did have time to say it!

"Not the time, Wise Girl." Percy spat back at you as he dodged the tail of the manticore taht swung towards his face.

You scoff. "Oh come on, aren't you the one who always says inappropriate things during fights?"

"That's Connor." He responds, rolling under the monster before he got the chance to hurt him

"And Leo." You agree as you jump over the manticore.

"But you're right, me too." He finishes as you end up next to each other.

You sighed before speaking to him. "Okay, I read about this ugly ass. So, you go for the troath and eyes, I'll go for the tail."

Percy smiled as he looked at you. "What would I be without you."

You rolled your eyes, pushing him away from you, trying to fight a smile. "Just go Seaweedbrain."

He smiled, before rushing over to face the manticore.

"Yo ugly face! Leave my girl alone, I'm right here!" He said, waving at him to catch her attention.

Once he did, saw you were ready, too, and the monster was distracted, so Percy stabbed him in the troath, just like you had told him to.

Then the eye, at which he looked away because he found it disgusting.

"Sorry man, but don't worry, I have a friend–well, not really my friend, he's Y/n's friend though, he also lost an eye, he's super cool and badass though!"

"Can we not talk about Ethan right now, please?" You called from behind.

"Sorry!" He called back.

So yeah, with a few stabs, your final attack and a last growl, the manticore finally turned into dust.

The boy smiled at the sight, and he was ready praise you for your smart thinking and your book obsession when he froze.

Percy saw you, stumbling back, hand holding the place between your hip and stomach and blood leeking from it.

His sea colored eyes widened.

"NOOOO!"

His voice was loud, hard, rough as he rushed over to you.

His arms were around you in an instant. "Y/n. Hey, hey, wh–what happened? I–how? when?–I–"

Your breath catched in your troath. "His stabbed me with his tail just before I cut it off."

Percy's eyes widened. "Stabbed..?" Panick got the best of him. "Let me see. Can I see? Let me see."

After a bit of hesitation you finally gave him permission to lift up your shirt.

Percy's breath caught in his troath, eyes wide. "Holy Hephaestus." He gasped out.

"Thank you, Percy, that's exactly what I needed to hear."

The boy gulped. "I'm sorry my love." He apologized before helping you sito down, letting your back rest against a tree.

When he was sure you were comfortable, he reached for your backpack. "Where's that first aid kit you always carry?"

You made an attempt to grab it yourself l, failing at that. So Percy ended up taking it.

"How do I do this? O-okay, just–stay still, I'm gonna try to clean it and–and you'll be fine. With me. You'll be okay."

It was as if he was trying to reassure himself more than he wanted to reassure you.

He started dabbing the wound, trying to stoothe bleeding, all the stuff he saw on tv.

It wasn't helping. You let out a shaky breath. "Percy." He ignored you. "Percy. Percy, stop." You demanded, making the boy in question look up.

"It's not gonna work. You just... get to camp without me. If you go now you'll still be on time."

The son of Poseidon frowned. "What? No! No I'm going without you, you're my girlfriend, I'm not leaving you!"

"Percy–" "Don't 'Percy' me, you're doing that on purpose. You're using that tone, the soft one you know I can't say no to. Well it's not gonna work. I don't care if I don't comolete this quest on time, I just want you to stay with me."

Hearing your boyfriend say those things made you tear up a bit. Or maybe it was just the pain of the stabwound.

Either way, you knew you could leave him just like that. Not after all the other losses he had gone trough.

You sighed deeply, trying to catch some air. "Okay." You nodded. "Here."

You handed him something to put against the wound, resting your hand atop of his, helping him put pressure on it.

Percy nodded as he did exactly what you instructed, putting presure on the wound, cleaning the blood, everything you said, he did.

When he got to the cleaning the wound with a cotton pad where he had put rubbing alcohol on.

"This can hurt." He warns you. You shake your head. "Don't worry, just continue."

With trembling hands started cleaining the wound. That was until he hear you whimper.

Percy Jackson immediately stopped. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay baby." You gasped for air, back arching slightly. "It's okay."

Hesitating a bit, he continued what he was doing.

Percy put more pressure as he helped you with your wound, placing kisses all over your face to soften the pain.

He also wishpered sweet nothing in your ear like: "You're doing so good ", "You're so brave, Wise Girl." or "Almost done, just a little longer, you can do that for me, right?"

He tried to be as gentle as possible, which led into it taking longer than it should.

But when he was finally done, he tried to out a bandaid over to wound, your hands rested on his shoulder as you held onto him while he did.

Once everything was finally done, you rested your back against the tree again.

"Still hurts?" Percy asks you. You managed a shrug. "A little."

Your boyfriend then reached into your bag again and took out a jar with ambrosia. "You're litteraly prepared for the third Titan War." He acknowledged.

Percy then scooted closer to you and carefully fed it to you.

He didn't know what it tasted like for you, but it probably made you think of something good cause you reached forward.

"More.."

The boy shook his head. "I'm sorry, baby, but more could kill you. You of all people should know that."

A sigh left your lips, which made him pout.

Instead of feeding you more, Percy placed a soft, loving kiss on your lips.

It lingered a bit, probably because he just almost lost you.

"That make up for it?" He asked with a smile. You smiled back. "I suppose."

With that and a few more teasing comments, you ended up with Percy next to you and your head resting on his shoulder.

"This is nice." You speak.

"And you wanted me to leave you while you litteraly would've lived if I didn't, as we both can see." He commented again.

You rolled your eyes and nudged him, but the smiles never left your lips.

Oh yeah, you were gonna return to camp way later than planned.

UGH I FINALLY managed to finsih this

it feels like I haven't updated in ages

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for assuming my coworker is a toxic partner?

I, 22M, work in a big chain restaurant with a bunch of people my age. Recently, one of the bussers who’s been at this branch since it opened two years ago (I’m a relatively newer higher but not by much, just not og staff) turned 19 and revealed that he has started dating one of the other servers that he’s been friends with for a while, let’s call the two of them Busboy (19 ftm), and Server (21 MtNB)

I’ve got nothing wrong with Busboy. He’s a hard worker, a little odd sometimes, and he’s been with our location for a long time. He and Server are both original staff members and the two have done a lot together, especially after Busboy turned 18 in December of 2022. Server set up Busboy’s first tattoo appointment, they go to the movies all the time, and at work they keep things friendly but professional. Honestly, we all kinda thought they were already dating before Busboy told everyone

Recently, Server got fired because of a stupid management rule about tables that walk out without paying. It sucked, but Server wasn’t really the best waiter anyways and there wasn’t really any lost love. Another waiter, let’s call him Closer (24M), and his wife (23F) have started hosting game nights at their apartment with Closer’s sister and some of her friends. As far as I know, Busboy and Server have been frequent attendants and tbh it looks like a lot of fun. Closer sent a general invite to the work group chat and me and some other coworkers decided to head over tonight

When we got there, it was fine at first. We were mixing drinks (no drinks for Closer’s wife since she’s pregnant or Busboy since he’s underaged) and playing games when I see Busboy take Server’s drink from them and tell them to stop drinking. Server sort of nodded real small like and I don’t know, it set off an alarm bell in my head. To paint a picture, Busboy is a fit young white guy even if he doesn’t pass that well while Server is a fat Mexican person with a lot of acne and stuff like that. Busboy’s also been known to cite his alleged disabilities to get out of work from time to time and he’s picky when ordering around the other bussers at work. Regardless of him being a Trainer, it’s just off putting yk?

I keep watching them before I asked Server if they wanted to be on my team for a card game we all wanted to play. Server looked to Busboy for permission and Busboy gave me a strange look before slowly agreeing. When Server and I were off by ourselves, I asked them if everything was okay. They didn’t really give me an answer, just sort of shrugged and said that it wasn’t anything I can do. Can you see where I’m going with this?

While we played the game, Busboy got very loud and obnoxious, saying inside jokes that only he, Closer and Server would know from when they opened our restaurant location, frequently interrupted my team and chastised me for offering Server some of my lemondrop drink, saying: “can’t you see that they clearly don’t want any?”

And here’s where I may be the asshole, I said: “How about you shut up and ask him what he wants?”

I know, I misgendered Server on accident, and I corrected myself in the moment, but the room went silent and Busboy got really confused and said: “But i did?”

I asked him: “When? They’ve spent all night stuck to your side, it looks like you’ve got them on a leash.”

Closer made an inappropriate joke to lighten the mood, but Busboy looked really confused and kept asking everyone if that’s what it looked like. I said: “yeah, it does. [Server], what do you want to do?”

Server said; “I don’t know, man, what are we upset about?”

But when I tried to explain that Busboy was acting really suspicious all night, everyone started telling me that I was wrong and that this wasn’t true, that Busboy’s always like this. It didn’t make any sense to me! I asked if Busboy always micromanages how Server drinks and Closer said; “no, but it’s [Server]’s turn to drive the two of them home. Usually [Busboy] drives and it’s a long drive, but today they’re in [Server]’s car.”

I ended up leaving pretty soon after and I feel really silly about the whole thing. So, tumblr, Aita?

What are these acronyms?

[bhpre]

A brand new beginning, Cure Daisy makes her way!

FINALLY I GET TO COOK ON CURE DAISYYYYY

Before we start, there are some.. triggering topics in this fic.

TW! Mentions of death, grief, child r@pe/s3xual @§§ault/@buse bullying

I warned you all on the last post,,,

ENJOYYYY YAAAAAAAAY

Tags: @maou-the-tree @critterpede @trashisstillhere @artistic-harlom-world

Ah yes, World Parents day! Kokoro's parents are here for a visit, same with Ruka's, and mine! We've also brought our siblings too.

"Hey~! Kokoro! Ruka!"

"What's up Akari? Ready for the Family games later after the picnic?"

"I sure am, Ruka-chan! It's gonna be a blast for this event."

"You seem hyped, have you always played these games?"

"I've always been, and it's kinda boring, but I'm up for the challenge. I can't be a Musicool girl without some teamwork!"

Meanwhile.. Erika was watching everyone from afar. Feeling lonely.

"It's nice to have a family.. but my family feels neglectful to me."

She sighed in despair.

"If only.. if only I was the one who got into that accident."

Suddenly, Ruka spotted Erika.

"Erika! Over here!"

"Ruka-chan.."

"You okay?''

"Yeah, nothing's bothering me at all."

Akari had noticed Erika's tension. Seeing the guilt in her face as she talked with Ruka.

"Erika. I don't think it's good.. to pretend your feelings."

"W-What are you talking about..?"

A few minutes later, the four of them gathered in a quiet place from the event. They set up a picnic blanket for them to sit down.

"Listen, I'm really sorry if anyone gets triggered. I didn't think I would be sharing these out until now."

"Go tell them, Erika."

She took a deep breath before speaking.

"My parents.. died in a car accident when I was 6. Well, I was in that car accident, but.. I survived. It was nighttime in our car, and we were going to one of my favorite restaurants, where we ate our spaghetti there. Unfortunately.. a motorcycle crashed in front of my dad's face with my mother. I woke up from the daze and saw them unconscious, I rushed out to get my mom's phone in her bag and called 911. As I did, the police had informed me that.. my parents were dead. That was the worst birthday present yet."

"After that, the police took me in to my uncle and aunt's place, in which my cousins were. But.. my cousins weren't the most welcoming. They would tease, beat, smack, tell lies about me, and even put my head in a toilet bowl. My uncle was way worse, he would send me to his bedroom whenever my aunt is at work. Then.. he took off my pants and started touching me. He kept doing this every single day and even did a lot of abuse on me, just to get what he wanted and without reason."

"That's horrible.. he should be ashamed of himself! He shouldn't be doing the nasty stuff he's been doing to you. As for your cousins, they shouldn't be bullying you so brutally! How come your aunt doesn't notice this?"

"She's very oblivious, so she's easy to fool her with lies."

"Of course that's the case."

".. Erika, you're not alone in this."

"What?"

"I've.. experienced that before. The assault I mean. I've only experienced it 3 times, my uncle, cousin, and neighbor all touched me inappropriately without my permission. It's not as bad as yours, but I'm still traumatized."

"And I've experienced my parents never saying goodbye to me before going overseas. They seem to have forgotten about it, but they visit me sometimes. But still, the feeling of no parents around kind of scares me."

Erika's eyes widened in shock and surprise at their words, hearing their experiences made Erika tear up.

"Guys.."

Suddenly, a Disdainborg appeared in the distance.

"Disdainborg!!!"

"We meet again, Precure."

"Diamond Seleno!"

"You know that twink?!"

"Of course I do, he's a jerk."

"Hey— That's not fair! I'm an established beautiful person."

"Yeah, cry me a river, I'm not being straight for you."

"Wait what- Ehem. Anyway, attack my Disdain!"

"Borg!!!!"

"Let's do this! Erika, evacuate everyone, we'll handle it here!"

"You got it!"

"Precure! Blooming Start!"

As they all transformed, they landed on the floor as they did their incantation.

"The Blooming Roses, that makes the scent of Love. Cure Rose!"

"A lovely tulip brings you hope, and tranquility. Cure Tulip!"

"The Brightening Sunflowers, that makes the scent of joy! Cure Sunflower!"

"Resonate to our Differences! No one shall be faced with Despair any longer! Blooming Happiness Precure!"

"Pathetic Precures, you'll pay. Get them!"

"Borg!!!!"

The Disdainborg then dashed forward to us and tried to tackle us. But we dodged it just in time.

"You're gonna pay for that tackle!"

"Bloom Shock!" A rose then forms around the Disdainborg and suddenly erupts, but the Disdainborg dodged it.

"The heck?!?!"

"Leave this to me."

"Tulip Storm!" A storm of Tulip petals had twirled around the Disdainborg, making it dizzy.

"I'll take it from here!"

"Golden Sunburst!" A ball of energy appeared in Cure Sunflower's hand and threw it to the Disdainborg.

As they fought.. Erika watched from a distance. Leaving her with eerie thoughts.

Suddenly, Diamond Seleno appeared in front of Erika.

"Well look who it is, the coward herself."

"Who are you?!"

"Heheheh.. who am I? Well if you must know, I am the best and far most beautiful, Diamond Seleno! Greatest leader of the Disharmonica. And there, my friend, is your reflection. Your worthless dupe that's going through the same thing. Disdainborg! Show us your feelings."

As the Disdainborg stopped, it suddenly.. started to speak?!

"I've lost my friend.. I don't know if they even betrayed me or not?! Why did I leave them out of my sight?! Without them, I'm not safe around anyone anymore.."

The words of the Disdainborg's voice echoed.

"You see my child, that is the futile voice of a person's breakdown. That person.. will be you once again..!"

As Seleno summoned his energy and threw it at Erika, there was a shield protected in front of her, the one who was protecting her was Cure Sunflower.

"Run Erika! You can't be in despair!"

"Y-Yeah!"

Erika then ran away as fast as she could. But then she stopped.

"What if.. I help them..? Would that make me a coward?" She muttered to herself.

"It doesn't make you a coward-daffo."

A voice spoke, none other than Daffodil.

"Daffodil.."

"Helping out others doesn't make you a coward, it's one strong emotion that we all feel beneath ourselves-daffo."

"If you give all your courage and sincerity into it, then there's no reason to be scared-daffo."

As Daffodil spoke, she touched Erika's hand.

"You're one strong person, don't forget it-daffo."

Erika's eyes widened, inspired by the message that Daffodil gave her.

"All this time.. I've actually been brave..? Is this.. a new beginning for me?"

"You'll never know once you try-daffo."

Erika then stood up, running over to the Disdainborg as a white bright light surrounded her. A Harmony Pact had appeared in front of her and grabbed it as she prepared herself to transform.

"Precure! Blooming Start!"

As the transformation sequenced, the Precures and Diamond Seleno were shocked at the sight of Erika transforming.

"A beautiful daisy gives you a new beginning, Cure Daisy!"

"Cure Daisy!" We said in unison, an expression of amazement in our faces.

"Oh come on!!! Another Precure again?! Just how are you able to  get more?!"

Cure Daisy then ran towards the Disdainborg.

"Daisy Strike!" A Daisy volleyball appeared on her hand and threw it to the Disdainborg with ease.

"That's so.. Musicool!!"

"Now's not the time to be admiring, Rose!!"

"Guys, I've got an idea! Let's use one of the Daisy Nets that one of our neighbors has!"

"Good idea. Cure Sunflower, distract the Disdainborg for us."

"Roger that!"

As Cure Sunflower spun around the Disdainborg, Cure Rose, Cure Tulip, then grabbed the Daisy Net.

"Let's do a surprise attack behind the Disdainborg, Cure Daisy will handle the rest."

"Right!"

After Cure Sunflower spun around, she frog-leaped over the Disdainborg, As Cure Rose and Cure Tulip then trapped the Disdainborg inside the net.

"Go for the moment, Cure Daisy!"

"Wretched Disdain, it's time to move on from the past! Precure! Daisy Blessing!"

As the Disdainborg becomes defeated by a storm of Daisies, the civilian inside it then thanks the Precures and finally finds their friend.

"— I'm so happy you're okay!!"

"I thought you would leave me forever.."

"Of course not! Friends always stick together. Now, back to the Orphanage?"

"Sure!"

The kids then ran back to the Orphanage, leaving Akari being a bit tear-eyed.

"That's so sweet.. and Musicool at the same time."

"Hehehe.. you're not kidding, friendship always lasts."

Erika then suddenly hugged everyone.

"Thank you guys.. thank you for being my new beginning."

As everyone hugged, Diamond Seleno watches from afar and wipes a tear on his face.

"Sister love.. oh how prideful that is." He said, as he disappeared.

After all of that, everyone then continued to celebrate Family day with their Family games and picnics. Erika learned a heartwarming lesson about friends.. being a family too.

[witch-renna]

This is a serious PSA right here:

If you use AI programs that involve singing or TTS. DO NOT USE VOICES THAT USE PEOPLE YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO USE IT FOR.

TL;DR: Do not use user-generated AI Voices if the original VA did NOT give permission. It is extremely harmful and disgusting, these Voice Actors are real people and imagine if you had your voice singing about objectively weird subject material.

I do not care if you just wanna fun. I do not care if you just want to do something at all. If you don't have their permission, do not use it.

Why am I making such a big deal out of this? Because currently a high profile Voice Actress, Erica Lindbeck, has resorted to deleting all social media due to one of these AI covers. While not solely due to it, the harassment she has received over this has seemed to made her so uncomfortable and or plain turned off, she just decided to not even try.

You may ask, if it was just the harassment why does the cover part matter? Because she was also, if not obvious, disturbed that her voice was being forced to sing an inappropriate song, again using her own voice. Additionally, you may be asking "But why does it actually matter?" and here is the answer:

Vocal Synthesis especially in singing and TTS has been founded in consent. While I am not very confident about TTS history, Vocal Synthesis, which is usually the act, in context of fandom, technology that is usually sample-based or generative using a Voice Actor. A form of this very familiar to the online zeitgeist is Hatsune Miku, a Vocaloid. Vocaloid is a once formed concatenative(A form of using samples to be able to be synthesized that combines consonants and vowels separately) Vocal Synth created by Yamaha Corporation. However, from its inception, this method requires consent from a Voice Actor to produce. The process cannot even start without this.

This process has been carried with every single current professional Voice Synth. Additionally, it has been a rule for most TTS, or speaking synthesizer products. And if you really don't know, you might be asking why? The answer is simple, if there wasn't consent well, lawsuits galore would be had and rightfully so. But also, it is so morally dark. With these and any program that uses these methods, users can make the voice say anything, including racist, homophobic, highly sexual and other sorts of possibly disgusting content.

Let me say, if you don't think you still see the issue let me explain. While I understand it can be hard to view Voice Actors are not their characters or really as people like me and you. Just imagine if someone did this to you. Yes, possibly a random person. They take your voice and are able to make you sing anything. While most likely they wouldn't make you sing something offensive, they could. But even then they did this intentionally by taking your voice. Would that not make you uncomfortable as fuck? Would you not feel uneasy? This is how these singers or voice actors actually feel because it is their reality. Most of these people don't live lavish lives, they just get payed to talk in a microphone and they get by. They're not out-of-touch celebrities(usually).

This is to say, they're not special. Inherently, they don't have super-strength. They see the world like you. Why do I emphasize this? Because it could and should put into perspective their fear and overall feelings are justified. On-top of all this, all of it and potentially career-ruining stuff. Do you see how video game companies are using AI to make stuff? Once they figure this out there will be a push to do similar stuff. They want to be able to just live their lives. And no, your AI cover will not be the reason their career fails or they stop making money. But if a Voice Actor tells you to delete your cover, fucking do it. They literally just want to not see their voice be misused and their entire being disrespected.

If you want to make AI covers, that's ok. There are ways to do this in other ways. Those Synths I mentioned earlier like Vocaloid, have AI Voicebanks that can produce a similar result. Others like Synthesizer V are free and you can use lower quality versions of full AI Voicebanks for FREE and FOREVER. You can even make your own voice sing with programs like Enunu or NNSVS or use other very good singers that gave their voice for you to use with consent.

So in conclusion, please understand where I am coming from. You are not inherently a terrible person for making these covers, listening to them or anything. It is only when you knowingly disrespect a Voice Actor when it becomes too far. But you still shouldn't use them or make them, in this form. Thanks!

>People use tech to literally replicate a voice that isn't theirs without consent.

>Original Voicer is like oh hey please don't do this it makes me uncomforatable/just don't like it.

>Idiots who don't know anything about Vocal Synthesis and its history harass this person into deleting social media and not wanting to do anything to their CAREER for a while.

If I catch any of you disrespecting Voice Actors or literally anyone's voice to play with like a doll and then being surprised they aren't ok with it. It's on sight.

[zendyval]

So the Quiet on Set docuseries on Nickelodeon about the Dan Schneider era engaged in lots of shady behavior of their own in making the doc? I wish I was surprised, but I've seen so many accusations of them using clips that they didn't get permission to use (people said no), and also got people to the set under false pretenses without telling them what the doc was about. Particularly I think there was Jeanette McCurdy content from other media that they were not given permission to use.

Marc Summers (Double Dare) said he walked out because they didn't tell him what the doc was about, got him there under false pretenses to say some good stuff about Nick, and then started showing him clips of various inappropriate scenes of shows that he had never seen or had no involvement. They kept in one clip of him reacting to a disgusting Ariana Grande scene. But the thing is, Marc Summers left Nick before the Dan Schneider era started. He's never seen these shows or ever met this man. What was the point of bringing him in and lying to him about why he was there?

I've also seen several people say they lied to people as to what the documentary was about when making it.

I also didn't watch Pt. 5 that was added later, but even that felt weird to me because it felt like oh it was so popular, let's make more...as if it's some entertainment series. Also supposedly they didn't ask a lot of participants back for whatever they did in the last part.

[winderlylandchime]

He went straight into 2x10 and I would like to say he is making progress bc he has not yet annoyed our mom with anything qaf after the last ep but these few episodes are a hit more on the less dramatic side so, ill let him fool himself for a bit. ‘Oh, i can relate to Michael. I was devastated when they killed Iron Man! I took 2 days off of work because of a death in the family. It was horrible’ he just remembered that Mel and Linds are getting married and he groaned loudly and went ‘my dudes, didn’t we agree that yall suck as a couple? Seriously, this is a worse idea than my rainbow hair! Although that looked bitchin! This just looks bitchy’ ‘WAIT I FORGOT ABOUT PICKLE GUY! OH GOD THEYRE FUCKING! You know what? Good for pickle guy!…oh brian kind of likes George! Respect to pickle guy for more than just pickles’ My brother is genuinely feeling sad for Michael bc of captain astro/iron man. ‘Is this about to become Criminal Minds? There’s a dead body!! Oh goodie, cops because they always make things fun. Did that old fucker just say JANE doe?! Did he just..? I’m mentally exhausted simply by him saying one word. How about I stuff you into a trash can?! You little shit! “Cop talk” well in that case, you my dear friend are a little BITCH..oh don’t worry that was just -my brothers name- talk’ ‘..not to hetero-splain but debbie..i think they do care but they just try not to think about the what ifs…anyway where’s Justin? I miss him and Brian. I need them back bc that cop took a few years off my life..’ He is so over Mel and Linds planning their wedding. ‘Wow..Aunty Faye really looked at Lindsey and said “gay now have my dress”’ ‘ITS BRIAN AND JUSTIN!! FINALLY! Oh no, Justin is having a crisis, I’m the only one who can have a crisis! (The whole choke/bed scene happens) well that sure was a something’ ‘’michael…no offense but you literally didn’t give a single fuck until like *checks his wrist* two minutes ago. Stop pretending like you care..oh wow for once i agree with Mr Boring. do you ever get scared he asks the guy with HIV in the year of Bush..nah, he’s having a BLAST *the lighter scene happens*…oh that was bad. That was so cringey. Oh why did they make me see that?’ ‘Okay, that guy doesn’t look like someone Brian would pick up. I mean he does but also doesn’t. He kinda looks like Brian..’ he is weirdly okay after this episode granted it was a more calm type of ep and he is feeling proud of the fact that he is now watching it more calmly and collected. In fact he immediately went to the 2x11 without any type of break.. please pray for me

Your brother took time off from work for Iron Man's death? He said "a death in the family?" I love this. Also he said he's never been this sad about a character before - did he feel worse about Brian or Iron Man?

"This is a worse idea than my rainbow hair." Brother you have NO IDEA.

I'm so glad he had that reaction to Jane Doe "oh don't worry that's just [redacted] talk" I LOVE THIS MAN. Also, not to hetero-splain. Please feel free to heterosplain to Debbie, Brother, you have my permission. Also Debbie is not actually gay.

Michael asking Ben (in the year of Bush) if he ever gets scared. Your brother is right and that is the most inappropriate question. And also he is still Mr Boring.

Thoughts and prayer, anon

[inkskinned]

one of the things that's so frustrating is how often the arguments against us are actually happening to us. we said - you need to watch out, this will evolve into allowing fascism into legal statute. and we were told: you're a sensitive snowflake. you're annoying and stupid and have no concept of reality. nobody really believes that stuff.

but it's indoctrination for kids to even see queer people. it's grooming for kids to even be around queer people. it's disgusting to even put rainbows on kids clothes. it's inappropriate, shameful, still-an-argument. like any of this is new - we know already. for you, even seeing someone unashamed is the same thing as "forcing" it onto you. because god-forbid you confront any internal thought you have. because god-forbid you practice empathy. rage is better, i guess. it keeps you pretty.

this has always been the way of some people - a while ago, it would have been "sinful" for my white mom to marry my hispanic dad. once, in the year of our lord 2015, someone told me that "mutts" deserve a woodchipper. that one particular insult stayed with me - not because it was the first or last, but because there was something so unbelievably violent about it that i couldn't figure out how to hold it. the idea that someone is so assured of their bigotry and rage that they would paint this kind of a picture. even jokingly, even with the anonymity of the internet, it kind of centered things for me. a sense that, for some people, their rage burned so unimaginably large that it blocked even the basic fact of my humanity.

at one point, while i still had enough fire in me to get into long arguments, one of the bigots i was "debating" (being harassed by) said: to be honest, it's about the sex, not the love. between you, me, and the four walls of this blue hellsite, i actually didn't really care for "love is love" as the slogan of our community. it seemed so placid, so gentle, so ally-focused. where was the vitriol? where was the hours i spent agonizing over myself? where was the quiet moments of my life, filled with the sound of other people's hatred? this static that settles over everything; even for the action of holding her hand.

the world is unfair. i am an adult, and without the veneer and small-pond syndrome of my teenage years, the slogan has started sounding more desperate. the more places i went, the more people i met. love is love. love is defending him on a rooftop bar. the drink she throws at me goes down into my shoes while i stand there, wishing i had a better retort than what the fuck. love is both of us, keeping our heads down, the black SUV full of frat boys (?) pulled up next to us, howling, for five whole blocks, until we both gave up and had to stick our bare legs into the thicket by the side of the road, giving over into tick country rather than let it go on any longer. love is a lazy spring afternoon, my hand on her belly, the fan spinning overhead. did you hear the whole thing about target?

did you hear about being the target? that's a fun little parallel, isn't it. it almost feels like the game that-is-about-me is being played without-my-participation. someone wants to set fire to my life, and i have to wait for a response from a capitalist institution. i am watching a tiktok where a white woman under white lights complains about adult swimsuits, even though i think a lot of people would benefit from having swimming options that are not "instagram-inspired bikini" or "impossible to move in but otherwise pretty".

sometimes it just seems so fucking stupid. like, just to check, the rage you feel and the hatred - you could really just avoid all of that by minding your fucking business. sometimes (and this is true): it's not about you, and people don't need your permission. like, i don't understand any obsession with sports, but it seems to make other people happy. american football literally results in grievous bodily injury - and yet there are onesies for babies that say future quarterback. i personally don't love it, so i just don't buy that stuff. i walk by it, and don't let it bother me. there have been so, so, so many times that i was told - "so what if he's a little bit homophobic, if you don't like him, don't watch his movies." "so what if they fired her. don't buy their product." "so what if they wouldn't make a rainbow cake. just don't support them."

sometimes i feel the meaning of it scud against my body, an orca whale inside of me, threatening the boat. it is too large to see from my place; this shadow of a thing that dwarfs my petty other-concerns. i need to find a dress for an event, and florida is passing more anti-gay legislation. i need to text my friend back and confirm our plans, and someone is throwing beer bottles to the floor in a walmart because a different case had rainbows on them. it is a long fall, if i look down into it; this sense like the bottom doesn't exist. like i have only ever dipped my toes in.

sometimes i am unbelievably tired of talking about it. it feels like it has become too trite in my own poetry - queer writer complains about the state of the world! how original! - and then something else happens, and i am here again. i remember that it isn't a moment. i remember it isn't a scattered population of cartoon evil-doers, intent on world domination from behind handlebar mustaches. it is a concerted effort of real people with real power who really-do want to see my end. it is a lifetime of dodging the beercan as it sails out of the back of the van. it is a lifetime of not-kissing once we leave the apartment. it is a lifetime of watching someone protest our existence and then, very slowly, giving them the finger. it is a lifetime of holding my friends' hands and hearing the same agony in their life that i lived through. it is us, together, our faces turned upwards, the night sky so vast, milky way overhead like a lacework zipper.

it is a lifetime of staring down woodchippers.

[bella-goths-wife]

Wait, could you do one where the lost boys (dads au) where their daughter ( teen years at this point) A. Takes a sip of the wine bottle thinking it was actually wine and just wanted fk try it, or B. Finds a love interest (ideally a lot aggressive bad boy like they are cuz the hypocritical dad logic there would be hilarious)

✨ Thank you ✨

Teen reader gets a aggressive bad boy boyfriend

“David we need to talk” star announced as she pushed her way into the boys personal room

“What now star?” He says annoyed, trying to continue his only romantic time of the week when he and the boys can have a a date night of sorts

“You can’t keep letting our child go out at night, I know your trying to prepare them for being a vampi-“ she was quickly cut off

“I what? I’ve not given them permission to leave the cave at night ever?” He says confused

“Well (y/n) told me you told them to go out more at night to get them prepared for when they turn in a few years, they wouldn’t lie to me David” star says with an edge to her voice, as if she’s trying to convince herself more than anything

David raises an eyebrow before turning around to his boys and giving them a pointed look

“We’ll sort it star” Marko says quickly, trying to not panic

“But-“ star tries again

“We said we’ll sort it” Dwayne snaps as he stands up to show dominance with his large size

Star stormed off defeated, she couldn’t help but feel guilty that she got you in trouble. You shouldn’t have lied to her

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The boys waited until the next night that you attempted to sneak out, they observed you from the shadows of the top of the cave as you went about your trickery

They noticed your outfit choice was a strange one for a hot summer night, you wore an oversized jumper and baggy jeans with what looked like ankle boots

They watched as you told star that you were going out, per David’s false orders. You even complained a bit to really pull off the act, they had to admit you were good.

They followed you from the sky as you wandered the boardwalk before reaching your destination, a tattoo shop

You ran in and the boys knew they would have to wait and watch from the shop window.

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You ran into the tattoo shop excitedly before you saw the reason for your quick pace.

“Jamie” you yell excitedly as you see your boyfriend in the tattooing chair, you flop down into his free arm and giggle as you see his eyes light up

“Hello gorgeous” he kisses your cheek lovingly and pets your hair

“Have you missed me?” You said playfully

“Uh huh more than anything baby” he teases back before planting a cheeky kiss on your lips.

“I have to finish up here if you want to use the staff bathroom to get changed and then we’ll get a bite to eat” James said whilst stroking soothing patterns into your hand.

“Okay” you rush off into the bathroom and see a bag for you to put your stuff in ready on the side.

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You and James met 8 months again and it definitely wasn’t love at first sight. James was a classics bad boy and because of your fathers, you tend to avoid boys like that, knowing how toxic they can be.

It wasn’t until James rescued you from some creeps when you were partying with some friends that you even talked to him without insulting each other. He knocked the guy out when he tried touching you inappropriately and took you back to ‘your house’ (grandpa max’s house, you couldn’t have him knowing you lived in a cave)

This sparked a friendship which quickly turned a relationship after a night of dancing turned into a night of kissing. You had fallen completely in love with James, you knew that everyone else saw an aggressive rule breaker and you saw the same, but you also saw him deeper than that, you knew his aggressive behaviour sparked from protectiveness rather than anger.

You opened up to James about your home life, how you were scared of being alone with some family members, how one of your dads was distant and how everyone in the family Ignored the obvious problems you were facing. (You left out having multiple vampire dads)

He accepted your baggage and even offered to run away with you, you initially rejected as you couldn’t face leaving your mother and Dwayne, but you are slowly beginning to be convinced though you would never admit it to anyone, not even yourself.

You and James had a typical routine of staying together on the boardwalk before he takes you home and you cuddle until 2AM because you would have to get home before your fathers got back and didn’t hear your heartbeat.

James adored you in every way, you were the one thing that gave him genuine joy, you were his sunshine, his gorgeous little princess. He’d die for you, he’d kill for you, he would do anything to make you smile.

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The boys watched you emerge from the tattoo and breathed a sigh of relief that you didn’t come out with any bandages from a tattoo on you.

The relief was short lived when they took notice of what you were wearing. You had on a black crop top with black denim shorts, fishnets, black boots and a oversized leather jacket that was clearly not yours.

They were shocked, who bought you those clothes because it wasn’t them also, why would you wear them. You were much to young to wear clothing like that.

Then they saw a boy by your side who quickly put his arm around your shoulder as you walked. The boys were disgusted, was this creep trying to take advantage of their baby? It wasn’t until they saw you smile and laugh with the boy they realised you weren’t being taken advantage of, you were enjoying your time with the boy

The boys were curious so they followed you more before they would reveal themselves, they followed you to the board walk where you stood with this boy in front of a food truck and ordered.

They noticed how people would part themselves for this boy to walk with you. The boys had only ever seen people do this with them and it would have to be two or more, what made this boy so intimidating that people would actively avoid him.

You tried to pull your cash out to pay for your food but the boy shooed your hand away and pulled out his cash to pay, you giggled at the boy and leant into him in a loving way.

You looked at this boy with pure adoration, it reminded David of how you would look at him when you were younger. You used to look at him as if he was a god, with nothing but love in your eyes. Nowadays you mostly looked at him with anger or sadness.

As the boys were distracted, a group of young men came up behind you and one of them smacked your ass on the way. The boys were outraged, they went to jump up and rescue you but they were beat by James shielding you before he grabbed the man by the collar and smashed his face into the food truck.

James took on the group of boys and left each of them a bloody mess, some with broken noses and some with lost teeth. The boys looked at you and expected you to be disgusted by this act of violence, but when they looked at you, you had a blank expression which moulded into concern when you looked at the state of the boys hand. You rooted through your bag before pulling out pain killers and some bandages.

The boys were shocked, you planned for this? How often does this happen? Do you enjoy the violence? Who the fuck were you right now?

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“You didn’t have to do that for me you know” you said gentle as you gripped the ice from your drink and wrapped it into a napkin before resting it on Jamie’s now bruised and bandaged hand.

“They shouldn’t have touched you” he said angrily, still heated at what the man did to you.

“You can’t just fight everyone who touches me you know?” You said jokingly

James takes your hand seriously and looks into your eyes with an unidentified emotion swirling around in them.

“I would kill for you y’know” he says seriously “I hate everyone but you, can’t go losing the best thing to ever happen to me”

“I know jamie” you reassured “I just don’t want you to get in trouble again, I don’t want to be alone again” you smile at him sadly

James pulls you to rest your head on his chest as he leans his chin on top of your head.

“That would never happen” he reassured you gently “can’t go getting rid of me now I love you” he teased lovingly

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The boys retreated to the cave and sat in contemplation of what they just witnessed.

“This is fucked” Paul says after a twenty minute silence

“Paul” marko tries tiredly but is cut off

“No, this is seriously fucked” he begins a rant “this is some daddy issues shit. That little brat is exactly like us”

“Don’t be weird paul, that’s disgusting” Dwayne states

“No I’m serious right now” paul tries again “she’s practically dating a younger us and it’s Fucking weird”

“Don’t say they’re dating, we don’t know that yet” marko says sharply

“What more proof do you need, for her to stick her tongue down his throat?” Paul yells and winces at his own words.

“Don’t talk about her like that, she’s still a kid” Dwayne says trying to deny your growing up

“Dwayne, kids don’t wear crop tops and fishnets” paul yells “kids don’t make out with boys and sit on boys laps”

“SHUT UP” David yells, disgusted at the memory of you having an intimate moment with someone who was clearly your lover

“We have to come up with a plan on how to deal with this” David states with a sadistic smile as he thought of all the ways to get rid of the problem.

You should be on your way home by now….

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Part two coming Soon!

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[kristowldeer]

A Dry Pie

Jack Horner x Fem!Reader (food critic) 3 part

It’s time for some smut! First time, domination, you know all that stuff 🌚🌝

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– Mr Horner, what are you doing?

– You’ve wanted me to do so, didn’t you? – Jack easily lifted her up to level their eyes.

– I- I didn’t mean to do anything bad, it’s just-

– Just what? What were you provoking me to do exactly? – he was pressing her to the wall with his body, making it difficult to avoid eye contact.

– I just like to tease, mr Horner, it’s nothing personal! Please forgive me!

– Nothing personal you say? So you don’t like me, miss (Y/N)? – he pressed her harder.

– I- I’m sorry-

– Yes or no?

– I do, but you’re frightening me, please let me go.

She’s saying that she’s frightened but I see how she flushes, I see how she breathes. She’s a bad liar.

– Don’t lie to me. I hate when people lie, – Jack whispers right in her ear, – What were you thinking when you started this game huh? Did you thought that you can get away with it?

– Mr Horner-

– I’m telling you now: you don’t play with me thinking that there will be no… consequences.

Jack slowly removed her sleeve from the left shoulder.

– Mr Horner, what are you doing? – (Y/N) breathed quietly.

– Tell me, miss (Y/N), how did you imagined this?

Jack moved his mouth closer to her shoulder, tickling bare skin with his hot breath.

– I don’t understand-

Jack suddenly bite her with his sharp and small teeth, making (Y/N) moan?

Did she just… moan? Am I imagining things right now?

– If you will lie to me, I’ll do it harder next time, – he licked a red mark left a second ago and inhaled deeply, – Such a sweet skin… I wondered how you taste for a few days now, you see.

Jack licked her once again, but this time with hunger, with some force. He felt that he was getting more and more exited… but what about her?

She definitely moaned. Little slut – likes to flirt with people. Now she won’t even think about anyone else.

– Let me make myself clear, my little thing, – his hand started to wonder over her body, – You won’t disappear, you won’t get away, you’ll never do anything without my permission, did you understand?

– I-

Jack didn’t gave her an opportunity to finish by tightly squeezing her thigh, making (Y/N) gasp once again.

– Yes or no.

– Yes, yes, mr Horner!

– Good.

Ugh the way she twists her body and says “mr Horner”. What a truly magical item did I find.

– What will you do… to me?

Jack shifted his gaze to her mouth.

– Oh my, what won’t I do to you.

He hungrily took her lips with his. His tong was twisting with such desire inside of her hot mouth, reaching to claim every little spot of it. His big hands were tightly holding her thighs to support such a little frame against the wall. (Y/N) slowly put her hands on his big shoulders, trying to desperately gasp on air between his animalistic kisses.

– You like it, don’t you?

– Mr Horner, please-

– You wanted it, wished for it.

– Ah! – she moaned as his hand squeezed her harder.

– Such a dirty little doll you are, – he lifted her from the wall, – And just for me.

Jack saw that the one door that was opened was leading to the bedroom and headed there with confused (Y/N) in his arms. He put her somewhat roughly on the unmade bed and moved on top of a shallow breathing woman.

Yes, a woman. When was a last time I’ve been with someone? A long time ago. And when was the last time I yearned for someone that much? Perhaps never. Yes, never. Ugh her bare shoulder with my marks is screaming for attention. I want to touch her everywhere, and not only today, but tomorrow, and after that and every other day. I will make her mine! No, she’s already mine. She wanted this.

– Mr Horner, please, I know that I- I behaved inappropriately and-

– Yes? – he mocked her with his intonation, gently tracing her forms with his fingers.

Those goosebumps on her skin are inviting me, begging for my affection. If anyone else touched her before me I will-

– I’ve never been with- With anyone, – (Y/N) turned her head from him being somehow ashamed of that fact.

Ah, perfect.

– Thats surprising. Are you ashamed of it? – his finger stopped on her picking through a thin layer of fabric nipple.

– No, but-

He squeezed it making her moan sound almost like a scream.

– Don’t worry, my little doll, – he loomed closer to her ear and breathed, – It will be more fun.

With one movement he exposed her breast and began to suck it, slightly biting the nipple. Small hands grasped his his shoulders tightly.

– Mr Horner! It’s so-

Jack left a wet trail after himself and with a mocking smile looked in her eyes:

– Hm? You don’t like it my little one? Let me check.

His right hand made a slow way towards her legs and easily spread them just enough for making a touch. (Y/N) tried to stop him with her legs, but it was not enough for his big hands to stop.

– Ah, that’s marvellous. You’re almost ready.

– What? Mr Horner-

He moved himself between (Y/N) legs and fixed them with firm hands:

– You know, I like my pie extremely wet.

With those words he started to taste her, making (Y/N) gasp for air and grab the bedsheets as tight as possible.

– You’re simply delicious.

– Please! Please mr Horner! I’m going to-

– No no, you will hold for me, doll. Don’t even think of finishing without my approval.

Jack worked his tongue with such vigour that it made him sweat, so he decided to finally take off the upper layers of his clothing. In that moment of silence after so much moaning Horner almost felt ecstatic as he looked at all messed up (Y/N) spread before him on the bed.

– Oh my, what a sight to see, – he dropped his jacket on the floor, – Now tell me, my little pet, – he slowly undid his belt, – Do you want mr Horner to take you?

– Mr Horner, I’m so, – she was desperately gasping for air.

– Uh-huh, it won’t do my little doll. Remember, – he once again was on top of (Y/N) and placed his hand on her throat, – It’s only yes or no.

– Please, mr Horner, I’m scared.

She’s so wet, so messy. What a good boy am I. I bet she’s even tighter than I imagined.

– Don’t be my little doll, I will be firm but gentle. Or do you have someone else in mind for that important task? – Jack squeezed her neck a little tighter.

– No, mr Horner- But-

– What now?

– You’re too- You’re so… big.

– And? – he suddenly felt that this word was exiting him even more.

– I’m afraid I won’t be able to- to take it-

– So let’s find out, shall we? - he maliciously grinned.

Jack freed himself from all the unnecessary fabric that was holding him for so long. His aching cock was hard as ever, yearning to feel all that wetness of hers as soon as possible. With a hand he helped himself to find an entrance to the desired place.

– Ah, mr Horner, – (Y/N) moaned in reaction of it touching her wet slit.

– Just try to relax for big mr Horner, would you do it for me darling?

– I- Yes, I’ll try, – she tried to breath steadily.

– Good.

With this word he pushed inside.

– Oh sweet God!

(Y/N) tightened around his head and dug her nails in Jack’s shoulders making him bleed through the white shirt.

– You’re so- Oh Lord, (Y/N)!

Jack was trying to compose himself and calm the shaking of a sudden hitting pleasure.

– Mr Horner-

She’s so tight, so wet and hot! Oh Lord, I won’t be able to stand for long- And I didn’t even started to move!

– You’re so hot for me, so wet, – Jack was breathing his words in her slightly opened lips, – You were waiting for me for so long, for me to take you, for me to be the one who claims you, – her wetness was inviting him to push a little deeper.

– Ah! Yes, mr Horner, yes, but you’re too-

His sudden third push was the last one to make it go inside fully. (Y/N) was closing around his cock so tightly that it made them both shiver.

– Big! – she cried out loud.

– It’s not my fault that you’re so appetisingly small. You were teasing me, – he started to move extremely slowly, – Playing with me, – and again, – Making me go crazy for you, – and again, – What were you expecting? – he felt as he muscles were slightly relaxing, – Did you expect me to ignore it?

(Y/N) eased her grip on his shoulders, which was an immediate invitation for Jack to take some action.

– I hope you’re used to it now, because I can’t, – he thrusts himself inside, – Hold myself, – she moans in mixture of pain and pleasure, – No longer, – and than he thrusts again.

– Mr Horner-

He starts to push and pull faster, but not hitting her that much as he wished to.

It would be very disappointing if I will rip her, wouldn’t it? But oh, fuck she’s tight-

– I won’t be able to- Ah shit (Y/N), – his movements became a pattern of quick half sized thrusts that won’t be hurting her insides that much, – You’re a tight little- Ugh, slut!

– Yes, yes mr Horner!

She’s into that too? Oh lord I’m going to make her life full of such adventures!

– Say that again! Say that you’re my, – he was trying to prolong the end as much as he possibly could but nevertheless never stopped thrusting, – My slut!

– I’m your slut! I’m your slut mr Horner! Oh, mr Horner!

He became fanatically fast pulling and pushing with a wet sound of her slit clothing tightly around him. He wanted to hit her deeply, to hear almost violent slaps of their flesh colliding, but it could’ve ended badly for both of them. So he frantically moved his wet cock in and out never hitting the end - it wasn’t that necessary for Jack to feel immense pleasure after yearning to fuck her so much.

Her face twists with such emotions, and she twists and shakes so much under me- I can’t- Her moans-

– (Y/N) scream my name! Scream it!

– Mr Horner! Mr Horner!

– Yes, yes- I’m going to-

– Please not inside! Please mr Horner!

His last thrust was deep, finally hitting that most desired spot. Following his own groaning Jack felt as he was filling (Y/N) with his cream completely.

– Oh no, mr Horner-

Jack closed her mouth with his own greedy lips and tightly pressed (Y/N) body with his.

– What if I’m going to… Oh, mr Horner-

– Don’t you worry about a thing, my little doll. I have magical solutions for every little problem.

He was breathing heavily but didn’t want to sloppily lay there in her bed. So he gently pushed all of her sweaty hair from her face and flustered it with small kisses.

– What a beauty, what a cave of wonders you are.

After watching her reddened from lust face for sometime and catching his breath, Jack stood up and started to get himself together.

– Mr Horner, are you… leaving me?

– Don’t even think about getting rid of me, little pet, – he chuckled, – You’re my property from now on and, I guess, forever. What do you think, great, huh?

– But-

– No “buts” I’m afraid. From now on you belong to me, did you get it?

After a moment of silence she quietly answered:

– Yes, mr Horner.

– Good! Very good.

Jack came closer to the bed and bent to lightly grab her by the chin.

– Get some rest now, little doll, and in the morning you will pack your things.

– Why? – (Y/N) was genuinely worried, – You said that-

– Did you think that I will let you live in this small “house” all by yourself when some random worm could see you? You’ll have to know me better, miss (Y/N).

– So am I…?

– Of course you’re going to live in my mansion, what else? Silly girl.

(Y/N) thought about it for a moment while covering herself with a now wet blanket.

– I’m a very busy and straightforward person, little pet, I don’t like to wait for something. I think few days of anticipation were enough for me.

He stepped towards the door.

– So, did I make it clear?

– Yes, mr Horner.

– Very good, miss (Y/N). I’ll see myself out.

When he was almost gone, Jack stoped and devilishly smiled at his new magic item:

– And I’ll see you very soon.

Thus he closed the door after him and walked away in the middle of the night.

What a good, delicious pie I just had.

[tricksters-captain]

Bucky Barnes imagines - Some Sunny Day Part 2

AN: I’m splitting episode 3 into two chapters because so much happens. 

Summary: Before the Blip, you and Bucky were close. After you both returning and Tony’s funeral, you decided to go back to your home town to spend time with your family. When duty calls, you return.  

In this chapter: Despite your protests, Bucky seeks out Zemo (Based on S1 EP3)

(PART 1 HERE)

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Sam Wilson x Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 5,196

Warnings: Spoilers for episode 3, violence, strong language. 

You watched Bucky as he sat beside you on the aircraft. 

“Do you mind?” Bucky’s side eye didn’t make you look away. 

“I’m just trying to see what’s going through that head of yours.” You confessed. You were all on your way to Germany to visit Zemo. It wasn’t a plan you were happy with but it was the plan. 

“Don’t bother.” Bucky frowned, looking down at his hands on his lap. “And don’t ask me if I think this is a good idea again.” 

“I wasn’t going to ask that.” You turned away from the man.

“What was it then?” Bucky asked. 

“I was going to ask if you were sure you wanted to do this.” It was another question you had already asked 20 times or more but you couldn’t shake the overwhelming feeling of anxiety about this trip. 

“She has a right to be worried, Buck. The last time you were alone with Zemo, you ended up putting (Y/n) through three windows.” Sam reminded you both of what happened the last time you were in Berlin. 

“It won’t happen this time.” Bucky tried to reassure you both but you still felt uneasy. 

After another hour or so Sam announced that you were almost there. 

It was a short drive to the prison from the airport but once you were inside, you felt your chest begin to tighten again. 

“He’s just through that corridor.” The German guard gestured up ahead and that’s when Bucky stopped you. 

“Alright. Give us a sec.” Bucky instructed the security guard before turning to you and Sam. “I’m gonna go in alone.”

“Why?” Sam asked, 

“You’re Avengers. You know how he feels about that.” Bucky said as he looked between the two of you. 

“It’s not like you two were known for frolickin’ in the sun together.” Sam felt he needed to remind Bucky of the past again. However, Bucky stood his ground. 

“He was obsessed with HYDRA. We have a history together. Trust me. I got it.” 

“Buck...” You started, 

“I got it.” He repeated himself before you could say anything else. 

You watched Bucky head through the doors alone. 

“Let’s wait outside. This place gives me the creeps.” Sam encouraged you to follow him to which you didn’t do without hesitation. 

Sam brought you a hot drink as you sat on a bench outside. 

“I forgot how worried he can make you.” Sam admitted as he sat down beside you.

“I’ve seen what he went through, Sam. All of it leading up to Zemo. I just... I don’t want it happening to him again.” You knew you couldn’t explain the extent of why you cared for Bucky. 

“You love him.” Sam said. It wasn’t a question but rather a statement. “I can see it clear as day. Anyone could if they stuck around long enough.” 

“Why are you bringing this up, Sam?” You sighed, looking away from him. 

“Because it’s also obvious that he loves you too. You run around driving each other crazy with worry but you have none of the good stuff that comes with being in love with someone.” 

“What do you know about love, Don Juan?” You chuckled as you tried to lighten the tone.

“I know it when I see it.” Sam smiled but there was a sadness behind his eyes. 

“Things are complicated, Sam.” You muttered, “You already know that.” 

“Well I also think that if Bucky got some he’d be a whole lot less angsty all the damn time.” You knew Sam only said it to make you laugh but you still gave him a whack for the comment. 

“Shut up, Sam.” You shook your head, trying not to smile at the inappropriate comment. 

Sam kept you entertained by a couple of silly games of rock, paper, scissors before Bucky returned. 

“Come on, I got some information. We gotta go.” Bucky hurried you and Sam along. 

“Just like that?” You were surprised that Zemo even spoke to Bucky at all. 

“A location. I’ll explain everything once we get there.” Bucky wasn’t giving you much information and it was making you a little suspicious. 

“Hey, hey, hey...” Sam ran after Bucky, stopping him. “You gotta give us a little more than that.”

“Zemo agreed to help us after hearing that there were more super soldiers. It was his life ambition to stop the winter soldier programme and he’s given us a lead.” Bucky explained. 

“And you’re just gonna trust his word?” You probed. 

“There’s not much else we can do.” Bucky did make a point. 

It didn’t take long to reach the large warehouse/garage that Bucky wanted to go to. 

Bucky on the way had started rambling about breaking Zemo out of jail in order to help you guys which sounded ridiculous to you. 

“Tell me you’re joking, Buck.” You pleaded, unsure whether he had lost his mind entirely. 

“He’s our best shot at finding who is making the serum and he’d be a lot more useful out than in.” Bucky opened the door to the building and you followed him inside.

“What are you talking about? You wanna break Zemo outta jail? Where are we, Buck? Have you lost your mind?” Sam was just as lost as you were as he shot questions at Bucky. 

“We have no leads, no moves, nothing.” Bucky sighed as you made your way in with your flashlights. 

“What we have is one of the most dangerous men in the world behind bars.” Sam argued. 

“We also have eight Super Soldiers that are loose.” Bucky retorted. 

“Anyway, I thought this was a lead?” You tried to look around but the place was badly lit. There were mainly mechanic tools and lots of storage scattered around. 

“It’s complicated.” Bucky frowned.

“What’s complicated is Zemo. He’s gonna mess with our minds. Especially yours. No offence.” Sam shone his flashlight at Bucky as he spoke. 

“Offence.” Bucky didn’t look impressed as he found the light switch. “Super Soldiers go against everything he believes in. He is crazy, but he still has a code.” 

“I’ve been on the wrong side of that code and so have you. He blew up the UN, he killed King T’Chaka and framed you for it. Did you forget that? You think the Wakandans forgot about it? It’s a rhetorical question. They didn’t. I know why this matters to you, but it’s pushing you off the deep end.” Sam stepped closer to Bucky. You couldn’t deny that Sam had a point. Zemo was the one who tore the avengers apart by framing Bucky.  “We don’t know how they’re gettin’ the serum. We don’t even know how many of them there are.” Bucky couldn’t give up. “Let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I?”

“What did you do?” Sam narrowed his eyes at Bucky. 

You were busy looking inside the car that was revealed by the lights coming on. 

“I didn’t do anything.” Bucky shook his head before he continued with his ‘hypothetical’. 

“The weakest point in any system isn’t the software, the hardware, it’s the meatware. The human element. Now, in this lockup, it’s nine to one, prisoners to guards. And if two prisoners start fighting, then the protocol says four guards have to respond.”

“So why would two prisoners randomly start fighting at that moment? Who knows?” Sam questioned. 

“There could be many reasons…” Bucky shrugged. “But the point is, these things escalate. Lockdown procedures would have to be initiated, and with all those bodies flying around left and right, wouldn’t be hard to slip down a hallway or two.

At this point, you stopped looking around and looked over at Bucky with your arms across your chest. You weren’t liking how thought out this plan was sounding. 

“And if the fire alarm got tripped while the prisoners were being separated someone could use the chaos to their advantage.” Bucky continued. 

“I don’t like how casual you’re bein’ about this. This is unnatural. Are you… And where are we, man?” Sam gestured around the place with confusion locked on his face. 

“Bucky, I’m with Sam on this one. I’ve got a bad feeling and–––” A door opening behind you cut you short. 

You turned around to see Zemo walk through the plastic door curtains. 

“Woah, woah, woah!” Sam jumped forward instructively. Bucky managed to stop him but he didn't stop you. 

You rushed towards Zemo and held the tip of one of your knives to his Adams apple as he held his hands up. 

“What are you doing here?” Sam shouted at Zemo before snapping back to Bucky.

“I didn’t tell ’cause I knew you wouldn’t let this happen.” Bucky admitted. 

“What did you do?” Sam pointed at Zemo in shock.

“We need him.” Bucky stated to which you chuckled harshly, pressing your knife a little harder. 

“You’re going back to prison!” Sam called over. 

“If I may..? “ Zemo tried to speak but you all shut him up with a unanimous ‘No.’

“Apologies.” Zemo mumbled. 

“(Y/n), put the knife down.” Bucky came towards you and wrapped his hand round your wrist. “Please?” 

You did. Slowly. 

“Look, when Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you both backed him. You broke the law, and you stuck your neck out for me. I’m asking you to do it again.” Bucky looked back and forth from you to Sam. 

“I really think I’m invaluable.” Zemo spoke again. 

“Shut up.” You rose the knife again to which Zemo took a step back and pretended to zip his mouth shut. 

“Okay.” Sam sighed after a moment of contemplation. “If we do this, you don’t make a move without our permission.”

“Fair.” Zemo nodded. 

“Bucky... You understand what this means right? If they find out we took Zemo, specifically you. We’ll be on the run again and I don’t know if there will be a pardon this time either.” The concern in your eyes made Bucky frown. 

“It’ll be alright. He's the only shot we got to stop these guys.” Bucky wasn’t sure if he believed his own words but he was praying that this was the best thing to do. 

“Alright.” You turned to Zemo. “So where do we start?”

Zemo gestured for you to follow him before taking you into another dark room. You kept your knife in your hand just in case.

He reached for the light switch to reveal a mass of classic cars. 

“So our first move is grand theft auto?” Sam cocked his eyebrow at the impressive collection.  

“These are mine. Collected by family over the generations. I spent years hunting people HYDRA recruited to recreate the serum. Because once it’s out there, someone can create an army of people… like the Avengers.”  Zemo entered one of the cars and pulled out a bag. “I ended the Winter Soldier program once before. I have no intention to leave my work unfinished. To do this, we’ll have to scale a ladder of lowlifes.”

“Well, join the party. We’ve already started.” Sam told the man.

“First stop is a woman named Selby. Mid-level fence I still have a line on. From there, we climb.” Zemo took his bag and headed into another room. 

“Jesus... How big is this place?” You looked around to see it was full of clothes. 

“First I change and then we head to Selby.” Zemo placed the bag down before filing through one if the rails of clothes. 

“How are we supposed to get anywhere with Zemo on our hands? We can’t exactly call Torres and ask for a ride but please ignore the fugitive that’s coming with us.” You looked between the boys. 

“I will get us there.” Zemo told you. 

“Great.” You pressed a fake smile onto your face which Zemo chose not to acknowledge.

Before you knew it you were at the airport at Zemo’s private jet.

“So all this time you’ve been rich?” Sam’s eyes went wide at the sight of the plane.

“I’m a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country.” Zemo spoke as if it was well known information. You felt a pang hit you in the chest, it happened every time you thought of Sokovia... it was guilt. 

You watched Zemo greet an elderly man in a suit before you entered the jet. 

You sat furtherest away from Zemo, still feeling very uncomfortable about him being free and under your custody. 

You watched him sip on a glass of champagne like he had no worries in the world. 

“You don’t know what it’s like to be locked in a cell. Oh. That’s right you do.” Zemo reminded you of the time Tony had locked a lot of the avengers up. 

“Why don’t you tell us about where we’re going?” Sam suggested. 

 “I’m sorry. I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it, but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?” 

Before you could blink, Bucky had lunged forward and taken Zemo by the neck.  

“If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.” Bucky kept hold of Zemo for a second longer before sitting back down. You had fought the urge to get up and take hold of his arm to calm him down.  

"I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.” Zemo made no attempt at a sincere apology for the invasion of privacy.  

“Don’t push it.”  Bucky warned him.

“I’ve seen that book. It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What’d you think?” Sam smiled as he thought back on the memory. 

“I like ’40s music, so…” Bucky shrugged. 

“You didn’t like it?” Sam seemed more shock to hear this than when he saw Zemo. 

“I liked it.” Bucky proclaimed. 

“It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience.” Even Zemo had to get involved. 

“He’s out of line, but he’s right. It’s great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.” Sam turned back to Bucky after giving side eye to Zemo. 

“I like Marvin Gaye.” Bucky repeated. 

“Steve adored Marvin Gaye.” Sam couldn’t drop it but you didn’t bother getting involved. 

You looked at the book in Bucky’s hands. You knew Steve had given it to him before but seeing it again after all this time brought up a hundred thoughts. You remembered the many things you had told Steve to watch or eat or listen to like ABBA, Mochi ice cream and pranking him by suggesting the twilight movie as must see. 

“You must have really looked up to Steve.” Zemo mentioning Steve made you look up again. “But I realised something when I met him. The danger with people like him, America’s Super Soldiers, is that we put them on pedestals.”

“Watch your step, Zemo.” Sam warned him. 

“They become symbols. Icons. And then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought. You remember that, right?” Zemo looked over at Bucky. “As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull? That is why we’re going to Madripoor.” 

“What’s up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it’s Skull Island.” Sam asked but you already knew of Madripoor. Anyone with links to the underworld of crime knew of Madripoor. 

“It’s an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s.” Bucky informed him. 

“It’s kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.” Zemo looked down at his duffel bag of clothes that you had watched him pack before.

“What do you mean by that?” You finally chimed into the conversation. 

“James will have to retake the person of the Winter Soldier. You both will have a role to play also.” Zemo explained, turning to face you as you sat in the chair by the back wall of the jet. 

“Bucky, can I speak to you privately?” You looked past Zemo to Bucky. Bucky gave you a look to ask where would you go so you stood and opened the cabin toilets door. 

Bucky huffed before following you in.

“Bucky I’m not okay with this.” You whispered as you pressed yourself up against the wall so you could try and fit both you and Bucky a little more comfortably. 

“This isn’t up to you.” Bucky sighed. 

 “Everything about this situation is making every nerve in my body scream this is a bad idea.” You folded your arms across your chest as you stared up at Bucky. 

“How many times do I have to tell you that this is the only plan we got?” 

“I don’t trust him.” You kept your voice low as you threw your hand up in the direction of the door. 

“Do you trust me?” Bucky asked. 

“I’m starting to question it.” You muttered. 

Bucky just stared at you in response. 

“Yes, I trust you.” You grumbled, caving in. 

“Anyway I have you if things go bad.” Bucky tried to make light of the situation but you weren't impressed. 

You left the bathroom and remained silent until you drew closer to Madripoor. 

Upon your arrival in Madripoor, you were handed some clothes to change into. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” You held up the small material dress that you were meant to wear. 

“I had to choose a disguise that would cover your face. Too many people here would know you from your days before the avengers and after.” Zemo defended his choice of ‘costume’ for you. 

“So I’m assassin barbie?” You scoffed before taking to the bathroom to change. 

You slid on the black leather playsuit and boots, along with the mask that Zemo gave you. 

You felt exposed and uncomfortable. You managed to hide a few knives in your boots and you slid on a thigh holster to hold some more to make you feel like you were protected at least. 

“Loose the knives.” Zemo instructed. 

“Are you serious?” You were growing more agitated by the minute with this man. 

“You are playing an escort. You can’t have knives on show.” Zemo pointed to your holster. 

You bit down on your cheek as you removed it. 

“Fine.” You then left the plane to Sam and Bucky waiting outside. Bucky’s eyes went wide at the sight of you but he tried to hide it by clearing his throat and looking away. 

“We have to fix this. I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.” Sam was wearing a red patterned suit and chains. He didn’t look too bad in it either.

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.” Zemo handed Sam his phone revealing a picture of Conrad Mack.

“He even has a bad nickname. Hell, he does look like me, though.” Sam took the phone and looked down at the picture. 

“(Y/n) is playing your partner for the night. Conrad is known for his appreciation for the finer things in life and often has a woman on his arm Therefore, (Y/n), you must be attached to Sam’s hip the entire night.” Zemo filled you all in on the reason behind your disguise. 

“Excuse me, what?” Bucky almost choked at the idea of you having to be Sam’s woman for the night. 

“Well it is the only disguise that makes sense. She can’t be your girlfriend as you are the Winter Soldier. She can’t be mine as everyone knows I am loyal to my wife. She has to be the smiling tigers current whore.” 

“Watch your mouth.” Bucky hissed. 

“We all must play a part.” Zemo defended his choice of words. “You smell this?”

“Yeah, what is that? Acid?” Sam asked. 

“Madripoor. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There’s no margin for error. High Town’s that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town’s the other way.” Zemo gestured across the city as a car approached you all. 

“Let me guess. We don’t have any friends in High Town.” You sighed as Zemo opened the car door for you. 

“Not if we want the answers we are looking for.” Zemo climbed into the car after you and then the boys followed. 

It didn't take too long to find the way to low town. You had been to Madripoor before but it had been years ago. 

You did as you were ordered when you all exited Zemo’s car. You stuck by Sam, walking in the middle of Sam and Bucky. 

The air wasn’t cold but it felt thick, you could feel it sticking to your bare skin which gave you the desperate urge to take a long shower. 

“Here we are.” Zemo had brought you to a bar. It was busy and filled with a lot of men.  

“Ready to comply, Winter Soldier?” You heard Zemo ask Bucky in Russian. 

You heard whispers around you questioning if Bucky was who everyone thought he was. It made your gut clench with nerves but you didn’t let it show. 

“Hello, gentlemen. Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.” The bartender greeted Sam and Zemo but barely brushed a glance over you.

“His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby.” Zemo spoke for Sam. You then felt Sam wrap his arm around your waist. You leaned into him, batting your eyelashes first at Sam and then the bartender. 

“The usual?” The bartender asked Sam. He nodded, afraid that if he spoke then it would give away the facade. 

You were thankful you were wearing a face mask when you saw the drink made for the Smiling Tiger. You grimaced at the dead snake being cut open and then again when one of its organs was dropped into Sam’s shot. 

“Ah, Smiling Tiger. Your favourite.” Zemo picked up his own drink as he looked down at Sam’s. 

“I love these.” Sam forced himself to speak. 

“Cheers, Conrad.” Zemo and Sam touched glasses before Sam hesitantly shot back the drink. You could tell Bucky enjoyed watching that. 

“I got word from on high. You ain’t welcome here.” A man suddenly approached from behind and tapped Zemo on the shoulder. You felt Sam’s grip on you tighten protectively. 

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me...” Zemo held his hand out to show his new bodyguard. 

“New haircut?” The stranger looked Bucky up and down. 

“Or bring Selby for a chat.” Zemo gave him the other option. The man retreated. 

“A power broker? Really?” Bucky spoke once the stranger had left.

“Every kingdom needs its king. Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Do you know him?” Sam asked. 

“Only by reputation.” Zemo admitted honestly.

“In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner. You can’t visit low town without appearing on his radar.” You spoke up as you let yourself look around the room and take in just how many threats were around. 

“And you know this why?” Sam looked down at you. He must've forgotten your past. 

“I was a free agent before the Avengers. I've been here undercover a few times especially when I was a young teenager. Surprise Surprise evil guys like little girls.” You kept quiet in case anyone around was listening. 

Zemo suddenly spoke a command for Bucky in Russian once again and that’s when another stranger put his hands on Zemo. 

You watched Bucky follow orders and he didn’t hold back. 

He grabbed hold of the strangers wrist and pulled him off Zemo before attacking him and several others around. 

You took notice of those around with their phones out. Cameras...

You went to step forward when you felt Sam squeeze your side. He gave you a look that told you no. 

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” Zemo muttered to you and Sam. You wanted to punch him. 

Bucky slammed another man onto the bar and that’s when you heard the wave of guns cocking. 

Sam took hold of Bucky’s arm when Zemo told him to stay in character. 

Instead Zemo told Bucky to stand down once you were informed you could see Selby. 

Sam took hold of you hand and dragged you along side him as you all left the bar. 

“She isn’t welcome.” One of the guards stopped you before you could enter the room. 

“Excuse me?” Sam scoffed at the guard. “She’s with me and so she is welcome.” 

“Let her in!” You heard an English accent call from ahead. 

“You should know, Baron. People don’t just come into my bar and make demands.” Selby was an older woman with a white pixie cut and a sly grin. Sam remained stood and so did Bucky but Sam had commanded you to take a seat next to Zemo. 

“Not a demand. An offer.” Zemo was impressing you by how cool he was playing this. It also worried you. 

“A lot has changed since you were here last. By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?“ Selby asked. 

“People like us always find a way, don’t we? I’m sure you’ve already figured out what I’m here for.”

“You’re taller than I’d heard, Smiling Tiger.” Selby ignored Zemo as she eyed up Sam.” What’s the offer?”

“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum. And I give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want.”Zemo had risen from his seat and held Bucky by the chin. 

“Now that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right. The super-soldier serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you wanna thank...Or condemn, depending on what side of this you’re on. The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but… things didn’t go as planned.” Selby fed you what she knew. 

“Is Nagel still in Madripoor?” Zemo questioned. 

“Oh. The bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you, Baron. And before you get all cute, don’t think you can find Nagel without me.” Selby pushed herself from her seat and walked across the room. 

That’s when Sam’s mobile went off. 

“Answer it. On speaker.” Selby ordered. The gun behind Sam made him pull out his phone. 

“Hello?” He answered. 

“Hey, um, we need to talk about this situation. It’s been drivin’ me nuts.” A woman’s voice came through. 

“What situation exactly are you talkin’ about?” Sam tried his best to keep up his persona. 

“Are you high? You know what situation, it’s the only situation me and you have.” The woman’s attitude was not helping Sam’s case. 

“What situation, Sarah? Say it.” Sam demanded. 

“The damn boat. And watch your tone. Okay? I let you slide at the bank.” Sarah snapped back. 

“The bank. Yeah. Laundered so much...” Sam chuckled. “Yeah, they’ll come around.”

“If that was the case, then why’d they dog you out, Big Time?” Sarah asked. 

“Yeah, you damn right I’m Big Time. You’ll see when I have that banker killed.” Sam tried to seem intimidating but at that moment you knew you were screwed. You reached down into your boot to take a knife just in case. 

“Cass! What’d I tell you about the Cheerios? I don’t have time for this! Sam, I’m sorry. I’ll call you back.” Sarah had used Sam’s name and that was the end of it. 

“Sam? Who’s Sam?” Selby looked pissed. “Kill them!” She ordered but before her hired men could react, a bullet came through the window and shot Selby down. 

You snatched two knives from your boot and sent them into the guard behind Sam. 

Bucky immediately reacted with taking out the other guard. 

“They’re gonna pin this on us.” You took the knives from the body as the boys took the guns. 

“We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead.” Zemo’s order made the boys put their guns down but you just wiped your knives and placed them back in your boot. 

You left the club in a hurry. Text chimes went off around you and you knew the power broker had seen what happened. 

You were well and truly fucked. 

“This is not good.” Zemo’s last words before the shooting started. 

You took off alongside Bucky and Sam, cursing the fact that Zemo had put you in the most uncomfortable shoes on the planet. 

“I can’t run in these heels!” Sam shouted which almost made you laugh. 

“Down here!” You took a turn into an alley to get off the road as two mopeds appeared behind you. 

Before you could spin around to fight, a shooter had taken them out. 

“You seem to have a guardian angel.” Zemo looked just. as confused you felt. You weren’t aware you knew anyone who was in Madripoor at the moment. 

“Well, this is too perfect. Drop it, Zemo.” A familiar face soon revealed itself from the shadows. 

“Sharon?” Sam furrowed his brow at the woman. 

“You cost me everything.” Sharon ignore Sam as she spoke to Zemo. 

“Sharon, wait. Someone recreated the super-soldier serum and Zemo had a lead.” Sam stepped ahead of Zemo to protest him. 

“That explains why you guys are here. And Selby’s dead.”Sharon glowered at the four of you. 

“So what are you doing here?” Bucky asked the question on everyones mind. 

“I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass, so that you could save him from him. I didn’t have the Avengers to back me up. So I’m off the grid in Madripoor.” Sharon informed you.

“Don’t blow smoke. Both (Y/n) and I were on the run, too.” Sam didn't bother with feeling pity. 

“Was. Is. Big difference. I don’t speak to my family anymore. I can’t. My own father doesn’t know where I am.” Sharon shot back. 

“Listen, Sharon, we need your help.” Bucky interrupted her before she could say anything else.  

“Please.” You added. You and Sharon were friendly for a time before the world went to hell. You figured she’d help you at least. 

“This isn’t over. I have a place in High Town. You’ll be safe there for a while.” Sharon sighed, giving in and lowering her gun. 

“Thank you.” You pressed a small smile onto your face but Sharon didn’t reciprocate. 

She managed to get you to a car safely and you headed out of low town for the night. 

(PART 3 HERE)

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what do u think would be the most risqué/dirty thing the evans would do/enjoy?

The Dirtiest Thing That The Evans Are Into

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Tate

-Definitely be up for butt stuff

-You or him

-I think it would start as a finger up his booty while you suck his dick but I think eventually he would totally be up for you to put your little vibrator up him, or put a butt plug in his ass while he fucks you

-He would also be super up for mild exhibitionism

-Drive to the beach and have sex in the car

-He’d love 69

-He’d recommend porn to you

-The biggest punishment for him would be you sat, watching porn and masturbating, and him having to watch

-He’d be aching to touch you

Kit

Kyle

-I’ve had this idea in my head for a while, where Kit ties you up and plays with your boobs

-I’m not sure whether this would be your punishment or a treat for him but either works

-He tie you up and blindfold you and then kiss your boobs everywhere

-Leave loads of hickeys

-Suck your nipples until you can barely feel them, going back and forth

-Hand on one boob, mouth on the other, then swap, then swap again

-He’d get some ice cubes in his mouth and swirl them around so his tongue and lips are cold

-Then he’d put some nipple clamps on you (but only if you insisted that it’s okay, because he’s not particularly into harder stuff like this)

-He’d tug on it a little, and then pull it off, not realizing how intense this feels

-He’d feel bad and immediately put his ice cold mouth on them to soothe them

-Then he’d oil you up completely, head to toe

-Especially your boobs

-He’d fuck them, not quite sure how to do it, but he’d figure it out

-You’d willingly open your mouth to swallow but he’d prefer to cum on your boobs

-Then you’d go for a shower together

-Since you’re nice and clean, he’d suggest oiling you up again

-The cycle would anew

Franken Kyle

-Kyle would be most willing to mess around with the positions

-I think he’d be up for a blowie in the shower, but not much more adventurous places than that

-But that doesn’t in any way mean he’s boring

-You’d try a couple different positions in one session

-Maybe 69, whoever cums first loses

-Winner gets to go on top

-Loser has to wait until the winner cums

-Winner has to give the loser permission to cum before they do

-You’d watch porn together and masturbate together

-Maybe try to do whatever the couple in the video is doing, switching positions when they switch positions

-Into edging, he’d want you to slowly and sensually suck him off and keep stopping when he’s close, so that the session can last a long time

-He’d also want to eat your pussy while you do something else, like watch Netflix or sit on your phone

-Just so he can spend ages between your legs

-In return you’d sit and suck him off for an hour while he plays Fifa

Jimmy

-Sex with him would be weird and intense, because he wouldn’t know what ‘normal’ sex is meant to look like

-He’d go super rough and even after he cums, he’d keep going

-He’d grunt really loud and wouldn’t moan or swear, because he didn’t know that’s what you’re ‘meant’ to do

-He’d just completely relax and let any noises come out

-At the beginning of his recovery, when he got horny and didn’t fully understand what was happening, he’d just hump things

-If you cuddled and he got a boner he would grind against your ass until he came his pants

-You’d help him and straddle him occasionally and grind on him

-Then one day you show him how to jack off

-Bad mistake

-Suddenly he wants to do it anywhere

-In the middle of a restaurant he starts palming himself through his underwear and will not stop no matter how much you tell him it’s inappropriate

-So the next best thing you can do is take him to the bathroom and get on your knees for him

-The only problem being, as I mentioned before, he doesn’t realize how loud he is

-But because he’s like a puppy in his Franken state, he only understands behavior

-All he understands is that if he palms himself through his underwear in public: he gets a sucky

-So he does it all the time

-But you don’t complain

James

-I think one of his biggest fantasies would be anal

-I think he’d love how it felt

-He’d love it when you wear buttplugs, but he would never want to have anything up his own ass

-He also would love to tease you all day in public, and then get home and fuck you all night

-Even though he would pretend he doesn’t like it, he’d adore if you teased him all day

-Whisper dirty things in his ear, shake your ass for him, and then go to your caravan and act like you never did anything

-I think he’d want to fuck you outside in the field at night

-So it’s totally in public, but everybody is asleep in their tents so nobody notices

-He’d love to get drunk and have messy sex

-I think he’d love to spank you at least once

-If you were super into it, it would become a thing

-If you were naughty, he would spank you

-We also know he’s into food

-I think he’d like to lick chocolate or whipped cream off you

-You’d drizzle chocolate on his cock and then suck it all off

Kai

-What wouldn’t he be into?

-Exhibitionism definitely

- “Darling, one more dirty comment like that in my ear, and Daddy just might have to bend you over this table and punish you in front of everybody, we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

- “Who said I don’t want that?”

-The only thing he wouldn’t be up for at all is a threesome

-He’d love it if you put a plug in or a remote control vibrator and went out to a fancy dinner with him

-For the duration of an hour, he’d be slowly turning the vibrator higher and higher, and then if you got too close or a little too loud, he’d turn it off completely

-Then after a few minutes for the high to settle down, he’d turn it on low again

-It’s also well established that he has a corruption kink

-So he’d love to tie you up and fuck you over and over again until you’re a complete dirty mess

-I want to say he’d put a vibrator in you and leave you there, but I don’t think he would want you to be overstimulated with a toy

-Only he can give you orgasms

-He’d only use a vibrator if he can stop it last minute and make you actually cum himself

-If he found out you masturbated without him, he’d be furious

-He’d throw you dildo/ vibrator away and punish you with chastity

-But after like three days, he’d get sick of it and he’d get you to suck his dick all the time

-You’d happily do it, but you’d get way too turned on from it, so you’d beg him to do something to you, so he would spank you or belt you

-He’s literally into anything

-As long as you remain sweet

-Super into rope and bondage

-I think the most intense thing he’d do, is share you

-He’d tie you up like a rope bunny and put a gag in your mouth, then leave you in the basement for a bit for you to just sit and wonder what’s going to happen to you

-He’d come downstairs with Samuels and Harrison

- “I want to teach the boys how to please a woman, I’m going to use you as my training dummy, I know you won’t mind”

-You’d be shocked and wriggle around but everything you did, even if it was bad, Kai would make it sound like it’s good

- “She’s shaking in anticipation”

-Samuels would fuck you and Kai would sit and watch closely, not caring about him, only caring about you

-He’d occasionally turn your head to look at Samuels not him

- “Kai is it okay if I cum in her?”

- “You want Samuels to fill your dirty pussy with his cum?”

- You’d try to scream but the gag would stop you, so you’d be left making loud intelligible noises and shake your head

-But Kai would twist it

- “She’s moaning, she’s practically begging you to fill her up”

-He might even encourage Harrison and Samuels to try double penetration on you

-You’d be hesitant but they’d do it and you’d be super into it, making Kai mad

-When they leave, he’d fuck you all night long, making sure you’re enjoying sex with him more than you did with them

- “Who can fuck this pussy better? Those clowns, or your Divine Ruler?”

-Again, it didn’t matter what you said with the gag in your mouth stopping you, so he’d hear what he wants to hear

- “That’s what I thought, slut”

-He’d belt or whip you afterwards and make you say thank you after every one

- “Thank you for using me, Divine Ruler”

- “I’m grateful to be your cum whore”

- “It’s an honor to be used by you”

-He’d make sure the next cult meeting you’re wearing something revealing, so that everybody knows he whipped you good

-Marking his territory

-( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

-also Kai likes piss

[shanastoryteller]

Wei Wuxian wakes up in a body that isn’t his in place he doesn’t know. His thoughts are shaky and scattered, and he looks at the array he’s woken up in and the notes scattered around and understands that whoever did this acted too soon, that they should have waited a couple more months if they wanted the celestial alignment to be perfect, but they didn’t, and now he’s panicking and confused and he doesn’t think, only feels.

He breaks out of the miserable little room with ease and runs without thinking of the direction, all his emotions too close to the surface, like they wouldn’t have been if this Mo Xuanyu had just waited a little longer.

Which is how he finds himself sneaking into Lotus Pier, stumbling to the main hall, freezing and dirty and not totally sure how he made the journey, and not coming back to his body until there are fingers around his wrist and his brother’s furious eyes are glaring at him. “Who are you? What the hell are you doing here?”

They’re alone, almost, a teenager in Jin colors standing to the side with his sword drawn, but Wei Wuxian can’t focus on that now. “Jiang Cheng,” he says, voice cracking. “I don’t understand what’s happened. I don’t know why I’m here, I,” he wilts, pressing his head to Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, and for some reason he lets him. “I wasn’t supposed to come back and everything hurts.” Not physically, although he’s not doing great there either, but deeper, in his bones and his chest.

There’s a moment of silence, then, “Wei Wuxian?”

“Don’t pull your blow this time,” he says, “It hurts so much, didi, just make it stop.”

“Wei Wuxian,” he says again, and there’s the anger, but it’s not alone, grief and outrage and a tenderness that he never thought he’d hear again, “you came home.”

He really can’t be blamed for passing out then.

~

Jin Ling has heard a lot of terrible things about Wei Wuxian, has watched his uncle torture and rage against every demonic cultivator he’s come across, so he’s unprepared for his uncle’s reaction to the real thing.

He’s even more unprepared for the discovery that Wei Wuxian’s golden core is now in Uncle’s chest, but at least he’s not alone in that. It all comes out after that, when Wei Wuxian wakes up and Uncle confronts him about his lack of golden core, and the whole truth comes tumbling out of his mouth, his eyes so wide and his body trembling like he’s not even sure of what he’s saying, and then he passes out again, and –

And it makes it very hard to hate him, is the thing, especially when he wakes up again and is more settled and horribly embarrassed and smiles at Jin Ling like he’s the most precious thing in the world even when calling him a brat. Uncle and Wei Wuxian have several more arguments behind closed doors after that, and slowly the tension Uncle has carried around starts to easy, and, well.

Jin Ling likes him, this other uncle he’s been taught to hate, who’s not what anyone thought he’d be or like the stories he’d been told, now that he can see how Uncle loves him so much even when he tries to hide it behind rage, now that he sees Wei Wuxian can read Uncle easily, like no one but Jin Ling has seemed to ever be able to do.

~

The problem, Jiang Cheng decides, one week after Wei Wuxian’s return, is that they’re hiding two different people. Wei Wuxian, obviously, who is an another person’s body and so should be able to keep his identity a secret easily enough unless he does something stupid. But they’re also hiding Mo Xuanyu, who ran away from his family and who people will certainly notice and recognize.

He digs out a chest of A-jie’s things, stuff she hadn’t taken to Jin Tower because she knew she wouldn’t be able to use them, and he’d never been able to get rid of them, and figures that this will cover all the things that get tangled in his throat whenever he tries.

He drops the chest in front of Wei Wuxian and says, “Here. This should work.”

~

Lan Xichen has heard rumors that Jiang Wanyin has been courting a young lady, some new addition to the Jiang clan, but since that goes against mostly everything he knows of Jiang Wanyin, he dismisses it. He decides that may have been a mistake when, after granting Jiang Wanyin’s request to come to Cloud Recesses to make use of the Lan library for a research project and to iron our several details for the upcoming cultivation conference, he doesn’t show up alone.

Not that Lan Xichen had expected him to show up alone, exactly, since he’s a sect leader on official sect leader business, and that always involved some sort of retinue, but it’s who he shows up with, exactly.

There is a young woman. She walks at his side, as if they’re equals, her voice low and raspy but bright. She has dark brown wavy hair that she wears mostly down, only two strands on either side pulled back from her face, no ribbon in her hair although there’s one around her throat. Her robes seem familiar to him, although he can’t place why. She’s too skinny, which isn’t an aesthetic observation so much as a medical one. She has her hand on Jiang Wanyin’s arm as they climb and he doesn’t think it’s a coincidence that Jin Ling is walking directly behind her, his brow furrowed. Should she slip and fall, he’ll be able to catch her easily.

Her chatter stutters to a stop when they get closer and her dark grey eyes meet his squarely. “Zew-Jun,” Jiang Wanyin says, giving him a slight bow that the woman echoes. It’s telling that the disciples and Jin Ling don’t bow until she does. “Thank you for your hospitality.”

“And your library!” the woman pipes up, a large grin stretching across her mouth.

“Can’t we at least get the introductions out of the way before you embarrass me?” Jiang Wanyin snaps harshly.

Lan Xichen startles but the woman just laughs. “You just make it so easy, A-Cheng!” He hasn’t heard anyone call Jiang Wanyin that since his sister’s death. Before he can formulate any sort of response to this, she bows to him again and says, “I am Wu Yingtai. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zewe-Jun. Thank you for your hospitality.”

“It’s no problem,” he says, but he’s distracted enough that his mouth is running on autopilot. He recognizes her robes.

They’re Jiang Yanli’s. Jiang Wanyin has given his beloved sister’s clothes to this woman to wear.

Maybe he is courting her.

~

Lan Wangji knows that Jiang Wanyin is here with some of the Jiang disciples. That he’s here on actual business and so that one of his disciples can make use of the Lan library, all proper and acceptable, but it still makes him burn. He elects to take his meals at home rather than the deal with that, which he can do for everything but dinner.

His mind is on the upcoming meal which is why he doesn’t notice someone running by and then running into him. They bounce off his side and he reaches out automatically, his arm curling around a concerningly slim waist to keep them from falling to ground. “Oh shit, I’m sorry,” says an unfamiliar voice with a familiar cadence that leaves his whole body cold and makes his arm tighten without his permission. He looks down and equally shocked grey eyes stare up at him. “Lan – um, I mean, Hanguang-Jun, I was just, um. Hello.”

He abruptly realizes that this is entirely improper, that he’s holding her against his chest, and he lets go of her and takes several steps back. “I apologize.”

“What?” Her nose scrunches up and he fees a deep ache in his chest. “That was totally all my fault, don’t apologize. You saved me from tripping and getting mud all over me! Although maybe that would be an improvement on the ink, A-Cheng is going to give me such a bitchy look about this, which, whatever, I’ll be able to get it out later.”

He looks at her less closely, mentally stepping back so he’s not getting lost in details that shouldn’t hurt so much now, thirteen years later. She does indeed have ink staining her hands and her sleeves, and drops of it across the bottom of her robes, somehow. Her clothes are a pale lavender and there’s a silver lotus bell in her belt. “You’re with the Jiang.”

“Hm? Oh yeah, of course, me and Jiang Cheng are friends.” There is something in the way she says that, like it’s not a lie but not the whole truth, but he’s entirely uninterested in Jiang Wanyin’s business so he doesn’t care.

“There is no running in Cloud Recesses,” he says instead.

She bursts out laughing, a bigger sound than it seems like could come from her small body, and he hates the way his heart ticks a couple beats faster. “Ah, Hanguang-Jun, my apologies. Shall I copy the rules a hundred times to make up for this grand transgression? I was only trying not to be late to dinner. I lose track of time when I’m researching.”

This woman is strange. She’s not inappropriate, exactly but she’s far too familiar. Not technically crossing any boundaries, but people do not talk at him like this, warm and joking. No one has spoken like this to him in thirteen years and abruptly he hates her with a ferocity he knows is unfair and misplaced, but he doesn’t have anywhere to put it. “Goodbye,” he says, cold and too brusque, moving past her and not offering to walk her to the dining hall like he would have if she were anyone else, if she had not committed the grand and unknowable offence of reminding him a little bit too much of Wei Ying when he hadn’t been prepared for it.  

[angstysebfan]

The Truth Will Set You Free- Part 3

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader, Thor x Reader (other Avenger characters)

AU: Modern

Summary: You dated for two years, and thought he was the one for you. One day you came home and found him with someone else. After running away from you, you return home and found yourself in the arms of Thor. When Thor decides to introduce you to his friends at a dinner, you realize that there’s something familiar about the house you were visiting.

Warnings: implied cheating, language

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Steve allowed you and Bucky to go up to his guest room to talk without being interrupted. You walk into the room, and immediately start to pace, as Bucky walks in and closes the door. He watches you with a mix of guilt, sadness, and relief that you are here.

Bucky never thought he would see you again, and that thought killed him. When you left that day, he thought he was going to die from the pain. He shut himself out from everyone, because nothing was going to take the pain of losing you away. You refused to answer any calls or texts, and when he went to your job and heard you were transferred, he knew that he had lost you forever.

Now he stands in a room with you as you pace, and he worries that even though he has an excuse for what you saw, he might be too late, and you have moved on with Thor. Bucky takes a deep breath and tries to find some courage to speak.

“Y/N?” he says softly, which makes you stop pacing and glare at him.

“Tell me, Bucky. Tell me now. Why did you cheat on me?” you ask angrily, trying to hold back tears.

Bucky wants nothing more than to grab you and hold you, but he walks further into the room and sits on the bed. He looks at his hands for a moment before turning his beautiful blue eyes on you. “I didn’t cheat on you,” he says.

You scoff in disbelief, “I know what I saw that day, Bucky!” you scream and start pacing again. 

“I know what you saw, but it wasn’t what you thought. I never cheated on you. I would never have cheated on you. I love you!” Bucky says as he stands and stops you from pacing but grabbing your arms.

You violently pull away from him, “Oh please! You and Nat sleeping in our bed, naked?” you say sarcastically. Who did he think he was kidding?

“We weren’t naked,” he said calmly.

You stare at him, blinking a few times. You remember that day. You have that image ingrained into your memory. Was he just messing with you? You open your mouth to respond, but Bucky beats you to it.

“I didn’t have a shirt on, but I was wearing sweats. Nat at that tube top thing on that you wear sometimes. We were both wearing clothes. I mean I can understand how it looked, but I swear I didn’t cheat on you,” Bucky said.

You don’t know how to respond. How can you honestly know if he is telling you the truth or not? So many questions entered your mind at once, you didn’t know which to ask first. You take a deep breath and try to calm down your nerves. The adrenaline seems to have evaporated and you now feel exhausted from todays events.

“Ok, let’s just say, for arguments sake, I believe that you were wearing clothes. Why was she sleeping with you in our bed? Why did you have your shirt off?” you ask looking out the window, not knowing if you could handle looking at him at the moment.

“I-I want to tell you everything, but I am not sure how much I can actually tell you. I know that sounds bad, but there are things that I am not at liberty to tell,” he says.

You glare at him and stand, “Then there is nothing left to discuss. If you cannot be honest with me, then we are done here,” you say as you start walking toward the door.

Bucky grabs your wrist, “No! Please! Don’t leave. There are things I can say. If you are not satisfied after what I have to say then I will see if I can tell you the whole story. I know this sounds crazy and maybe it is, but I really want to explain my side. Please?” Bucky begs.

You sit back on the bed and nod for Bucky to continue. “Ok,” Bucky breathes. “I should have worn a shirt. I was working on my bike outside when Nat showed up. It was really hot out, so I didn’t have my shirt on. Even when we went it, I was just so warm that I kept it off. I should have put one anyway but there it is,” he says shaking his head.

“Nat came over to talk to me about something. That’s the part I can’t really disclose without her permission. But she was really upset. We were in the living room and she was crying and I was trying to console her. After awhile, she fell asleep. I decided to leave her on the couch, and went into our room to nap myself. Next thing I knew, you were barging into the door screaming and Nat was in the bed with me,” Bucky says, looking at you sadly.

“You really expect me to believe that you had no idea Nat joined you in our bed?” you ask.

“Y/N, if you recall, I didn’t sleep well the night before because of nightmares. I passed out and I am dead serious when I say, I had no idea Nat followed me into the room I swear,” he says, hoping to god you believe him.

You stare out the window, taking in everything he said. I mean you could remember him not sleeping the night before, so it would make sense that when he fell asleep that he completely passed out. But Nat going into your bed is so inappropriate! Why won’t he tell you what their discussion was?

“What did you and Nat talk about?” you ask quietly.

Bucky sighs, knowing you were going to ask that question. “If you give me a moment to ask her if it’s ok. I will tell you, but I’m afraid I can’t without her permission,” Bucky says.

You look at him and wonder if you should allow him to bring Nat into your conversation. You don’t understand why he can’t just tell you. Will it even matter? You sigh and rub your brow as your thoughts fly through your head. 

“I- I have to go find Thor,” you surprise yourself by saying. Bucky looks down and can’t help the tears that start falling down his cheeks.

“I know you care about him, but--”

“I am falling for him Bucky. Even if what you say is true, and I am the asshole in this story. I’ve moved on. I’m sorry, but you moved on too. You and Nat are dating, so maybe we should just close this chapter and move on,” you say, as tears start to fall down your cheeks as well.

“Nat and I are not dating. I haven’t dated anyone since you. You are it for me. Please, Y/N,” he begs. 

It breaks your heart to hear his voice crack at the end of his plea. You sniff and stand.

“I have to think about this. I need to talk to Thor. I-I don’t know what will happen from here,” you say as you grab your things and walk to the door. You stop and turn toward Bucky, who continues to sit on the bed and silently sob.

“I’ll reach out to you, and hopefully you can tell me everything, but I can’t waste anymore time here and let Thor think I don’t care about him,” you say, feeling guilty for leaving Bucky like this.

Bucky stands and walks over to you. “I will tell you everything. I will make sure it’s ok, but I need you to know that I still am irrevocably in love with you. I know you care for Thor, but I want you to think if there is any love left for me, because as far as I am concerned, you are the only one for me,” he says before kissing the top of your head and leaving the room.

You stand there in a shock for a second before coming to your senses and heading back downstairs, your Uber already being called. You don’t bother to say anything to anyone and just head out of the house. In a few minutes, your ride picks you up and you head toward Thor’s apartment. You hope that he will let you apologize.

Your emotions and thoughts are everywhere. You know you still love Bucky, and yes you have deep feelings for Thor. Now you are in a position to make a choice, but you want all the facts first, plus you don’t know if Thor will even take you back.

You sit in your Uber and silently cry as you realize the pickle you are truly in.

--

Part 2 / Part 4

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[bananaink]

For your imprint au is Izuku’s eye affected. It seems like he would be blind or at least visually impaired in the eye where the handprint scar is.

Oh yeah, he totally is. He might not be blind in that eye, but he would not be allowed to drive without glasses and shouldn’t sit in the last row of the classroom. But just like with his taste-buds, he never really thought about it.

The scar-side-eye is definitely short-sighted and he can get headaches from the difference to his good eye (which he started complaining more about as he attended classes like a regular student). With his high pain tolerance and frequent injuries that heal faster than the norm, he just never thought it important to mention. He instinctively “shields” that side of his face anyway and tends to turn his body accordingly.

And it’s not Aizawa who finds out about it, but Tenya! When he was assigned to watch over and keep Izuku in check, he dragged him to classes and made him take notes, learn, study, that sort of stuff. That obviously gave Izuku more headaches as he tried focusing on the board on a regular basis (which also fueled his hate for classes in general).

It’s only when they already moved into the dorms and Izuku participates in the room-king-thingy that his eye-sight gets more attention. Obviously, Iida has like a truck load of glasses and everyone asks if they could try them on. Mina is asking if they suit her, Kirishima almost breaks one and Yuga puts some sparkles on the one he wears, voguing through the room. It takes a while but Iida gets his glasses back – all unharmed - and as they leave, he notices Izuku squinting hard at him:

Iida clicks the door shut behind him, maybe a bit too relieved to move on - and comes face to face with a thoughtfully squinting Midoriya. Right into his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know if I should ask or not.”

Midoriya tilts his head and squints some more. His way of asking for permission, as Tenya recognizes after months of catching him up on schoolwork and wrestling him into classes. Tenya takes a breath and walks after the others who have already stumbled into Kaminaris room with fanfare. Midoriya wasn’t actively trying to ask unnerving questions or say inappropriate things as Tenya has to remind himself every time he is faced with the “squint-of-questioning” - as Uraraka had dubbed it.

But he still feels himself mentally brace for what could be an unpleasant question as he says:

“Then I encourage you to ask and I will do my best to answer.”

Midoriya, trotting beside him, loosens up his squint and nods as Mina shoves everyone back outside, urging Koda one room over. Tenya just gets a quick glimpse of Kaminaris room as he closes the door properly since everybody is stumbling over each other to be the first.

“Why do your glasses have one blurry side?”, Midoriya pipes up and fidgets in place. “Seems impractical.”

Tenya looks up - or rather down - at Midoriya and frowns.

“Indeed, that would be impractical but I'm not sure what you mean?”

“Well, when I put your glasses on, one side was very blurry and one was clear. Aren’t glasses supposed to help you see better?”

They stop following the others, as Tenya watches Midoriyas confused frown and expectant stare. Suddenly, he can’t stop himself from glancing at his scar, remembering the times he has watched the other boy squinting at things or rubbing his eyes after a long school day and frowns right back.

“Which side was blurry?”, he asks and Midoriya points to his right eye. The eye without a scar.

“Super-duper blurry. I can ask Powerloader to fix the one that's broken for you if you want.”

Baffled, Tenya just nods as a thought or rather a suspicion dawns on him. Tenya quickly decides to take his glasses off and holds them out.

“Uhm, Midoriya, would you mind trying these on for me?”

Midoriya hesitates like he always does when someone offers him something to take, double checks with a quick nod that Tenya had really asked that of him and then puts the glasses on. He blinks and lets out a huff.

“Uh... what’s wrong with your eyesight?”

Tenya squints at Midoriyas blurred form, trying to sharpen his features.

“Could you close your right eye for me?”, he asks instead of answering the question and Midoriya – used to Tenyas teaching-voice – just huffs again and moves his head as if he was looking around, hopefully doing hat Tenya asked of him.

“Can you see better now?”

“Oh, sure, yeah, I mean still a tiny bit blurry but so much better than on my right- Oh... huh... well, okay.”

Midoriya, sounding a bit confused, abruptly offers Tenya his glasses back. He quickly puts them back on and the sharp visual of Midoriya closing one eye and glaring down the hall meets him. Then he alternates between his eyes, blinking hard and even putting one finger up to blink at, while Tenya studies the scar on Midoriyas face, feeling a bit... unbalanced. Of course, such a large scar, crossing over the eye would affect someone's vision. He fiddles with his glasses.

“I’m not a doctor but I think that you might have some impaired vision in your left eye, Midoriya. I am very nearsighted myself and my glasses are prescribed so of course they wouldn’t suit your needs but that might explain why one side feels blurrier or sharper than the other.”

Midoriya – after just a couple of seconds blinking an alternating between his eyes - shrugs and wanders after the rest of the class.

“Yeah, probably. At least your glasses aren't broken so that’s good. Sorry, I just kinda forgot. ”

“You... forgot?”

Tenya quickly follows his classmate and frowns at his casual tone and easy-going attitude. It could be a put-up front for something more serious, but Midoriya just grins up at him. Before pointing to his scar and poking his eyelid closed so the scar tissue almost looks connected.

“Yeah, I mean, the big-ass scar? I just- I don’t know, I forgot that it messed up more than just my face, I guess. Don’t really notice the difference anymore, you know?”

Tenya doesn’t know. Every picture of him under six years old looked like he was angry at the world until his mother had taken him to the doctor. Then he remembers that Midoriyas family-situation is much more complicated than his own. And that Midoriya tended to ignore his own health because it seemed ‘not important’ or would ‘heal in a minute anyway’.

“Have you told Aizawa Sensei?”

“Why? It’s not like he can change anything about it.”

He most certainly could. But before Tenya can tell him that, Midoriya skips ahead and peers into Kirishimas room, where they can hear his classmates chattering excitedly. Then  Midoriyas big eyes grow even bigger and Tenya feels his Midoriya-Instinct kick in. Just a second too late as the green-haired menace dashes into the room and Kirishima shouts in surprise. Then a heavy thud and laughter.

Tenya just sighs and fiddles with his glasses. Maybe this isn’t a big problem. But a problem nonetheless. He can already feel Aizawa-Senseis tired sigh rolling down his back and despite his reputation as the stickler for rules, he is also quite tired of only having bad news for his teacher. So he lets out a tired sigh and decides to put his new discovery of Midoriya Related Incidents on his long list. Just as Mina staggers out of Kirishimas room, carrying Hagakure on her back.

“To the next one!”

“Guys, my room is really not-”, Shoji starts but then Midoriya pops up under his left arm, staring up at him with the biggest eyes full of a mixture of mirth and glee. And their giant classmates protest deflates like a soufflé. Tenya follows the cheering and watches as they stumble into the next room.

Midoriya had lived with his eyes like this for years, what was one more evening in the grand sheme of things. Aizawa Senseis sigh can wait one more night for the news.