#I'm sure I missed some and a couple of these may not fall under 'thinking about'

[monster-disaster]

[elf] Elaris

elf!Elaris x human!Hazel & Mark Good to know: Elaris!Reader, voyeurism, cuckold, bisex males, a bit of humiliation

Summary: You spend your night with a soon-to-be-married couple.

You can feel their gaze on you the whole night. You can barely hide your knowing smirk behind your glass as you continue drinking at the counter. The music is quiet and soft, mixing with the conversations all around the bar of the hotel. It's a busy but calm night. You feel relaxed and curious. You watch as the woman stands up from the table nearby, saying goodbye to her friends. Her high heels softly click on the shiny marble floor. The pair stays seated, leaning closer to each other to speak. Anticipation rushes in your blood. You wait.

And you don't have to wait for long.

A few minutes later, someone sits down next to you. A half-empty glass lands on the counter with long, delicate fingers around it. Your eyes move up to the woman from the table. For long seconds, none of you say anything. "Can I help you?" You break the silence. "I hope you can," she replies, smiling. "My name is Hazel." "Elaris," you nod. Your gaze wanders from her eyes over her shoulder. The man is still at the table, trying not to stare too much. "He is Mark," Hazel tells you. "We will get married tomorrow." You lift your glass. "Congratulations." "Thank you," she smiles, looking back at Mark for a second. "Would you like to join us?" She nods to the table. "Our friends just left, and we would really like the company." "I'm not sure I am the company a soon-to-be-married couple would want," you tell her. "Don't be so sure about it," Hazel replies with a small grin. A glint in her eyes makes you change your mind. There is something in it that you want to explore some more. Of course, you already have a guess at what they may want, and you are not opposed to the idea. "Okay," you tell her, standing up from your seat and holding out your hand for her to take. Her fingers slip into your warm palm. "If you are sure."

Mark greets you with a handshake and an introduction. "Elaris," you reply, sitting down on the chair where, not long ago, their friend sat. "Your girl told me you would like some company." At the mention of his bride, Mark curls his arm around Hazel's shoulder and pulls her against his side. There is no possessiveness in his movements as Mark smiles at Hazel before turning his attention back to you. "We will get married tomorrow," he says, and you nod, sipping from your drink. "And we would like to enjoy our last night as girlfriend and boyfriend." One of your brows moves up in question, and the corner of your lips jerk as you fight with your smirk. "Oh?" You hum. "I heard there are a lot of options for couples." Hazel grins. "And what do you think about threesomes?"

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You are already hard when you reach their room. The keys softly jingle in the young woman's hands as she opens the door. You follow her inside. Her soon-to-be husband is behind you. His steps are soft and quiet on the thick carpet. The door clicks when he pushes it close, turning back the lock so nobody can disturb you. Hazel's bag lands on a chair with a thud as she makes herself comfortable. Soon, her dark brown hair falls from its ties over her shoulders in soft curls. You miss the sight of the elegant curve of her delicate neck. The golden necklace glints under the light when she turns around, facing you. A giddy smile plays on the corner of her lips, and her eyes jump back and forth between you and Mark. You can see excitement and desire shining in her dark irises.

"Are you sure about this?" Your attention turns to the young man. There is still a hint of doubt in you, even though you saw Mark watching you with the same need as his girlfriend. They want you, and you bask in their attention. "Yes," Mark nods immediately. "She is yours for the night." "And what about you?" You ask him, stepping closer. His breath hitches. "Who do you belong to for the night?" "You?" His reply sounds like a question. "That's right," you smirk, grabbing the back of his neck when you are close enough to kiss his lips. You tower over him easily. His hands grip your shoulders, bracing himself against your body. You push your mouth against his, running your tongue over the seam of his lips. "So you enjoy other men fucking your girlfriend, huh?" You ask him. Your words brush over his lips. His soft pants fan over your face. "Seeing another cock filling up her tight pussy makes you hard." "Yes," he groans. His eyes flutter shut at the image. "Then make me ready," you order him, pushing him down to his knees. "Get me ready for her cunt."

While Mark is busy taking out your cock, you glance over at Hazel. She watches your pair with half-closed eyes. Her breathing is already heavy and fast. "And you." The woman needs a few seconds to tear her eyes away from his boyfriend. "Get naked and lay down on the bed." Hazel does as you say. For a second, the sound of the dress's zipper fills the room, and the tight fabric falls around her legs to the floor. Her underwear matches. "Don't take off your panties," you change your mind after a second. A deep grunt leaves your lips when you feel Mark's fingers around your erection. "Lay down on the bed and play with yourself. I want your panties soaked by the time your boyfriend sucks me off." Even though you are not an incubus, you can almost feel their desire slapping you across your face. It pumps into your veins, rushing down your blood to your already hard cock.

After watching Hazel get comfortable on the bed, you look down at Mark. His face is just a few inches away from the tip of your length. His fingers are around your shaft, pumping. "How can you like this?" You ask him, smirking and with a hint of mockery in your voice. "How does it feel, hm? Making my cock wet and ready to fuck your woman? Does it make you hard?" "Yes," he forces a ragged answer out of his lips. His eyes are on your cock the whole time. Grabbing the base of your erection, you draw the line of her lips with the tip. You let your pre-cum wet his skin. You can see his tongue poking out for a taste. "Open up," you order him. His jaw falls open immediately. You hit his tongue a few times. Letting a few drops fall into his mouth. "Do you like it? Do you want more?" Mark nods. His hands are on your thighs, digging his fingers into your jeans-covered muscles. "Then suck me," you tell him. "So I can fuck your soon-to-be wife."

A loud groan escapes your chest when you feel his warm mouth around your cock. He gulps you down easily, not even gagging, even though you can feel the back of his throat. A shaky laugh mixes with your next words. "You are like your girl, aren't you? A cock hungry slut." His moan goes straight to your balls. Your whole body jerks at the vibration. Your fingers curl around his dark blonde locks. Your rings glint under the lights of the room. "Fuck," you groan. Mark closes his lips, hollowing his cheeks. He wants to suck the life out of you. "Are you sure you are not an incubus?" His mouth is warm and wet. His tongue is flat against your shaft, and his throat tightens as he gulps. Your grip on his hair is almost painful. Your hips jerk forward, making him gulp down more of your cock. Tears glint in the corner of her bright blue eyes. His pale skin is flushed into a nice pink color. "Use your saliva," you tell him.

The only sounds coming from Hazel are her loud breathing and heavy pants. You look at her. The young woman lies in the middle of the bed, legs spread open. Her pink nipples are hard pebbles from playing with them so much. Her other hand is between her legs, trying to give herself as much friction as she can through the thin fabric of her panties. "He is such a pretty boy, no?" You ask Hazel. "His mouth is full of my cock." Mark moans, and you grunt again. Your hips buck forward. Tears run down his cheeks at the pressure. Hazel says nothing besides an impatient whine. "How often do you do this, hm? Watching your man sucking off another so he can fuck you? Which one of you is more desperate?" You really can't choose. Mark sucks your cock like his life depends on it while Hazel stares at the scene, mesmerized.

When you feel your orgasm building up, you have to force yourself out of his sweet mouth. Your fingers curl around the base of your shaft to stop yourself from cumming. Not now. You have other plans. "I would love to plaster your throat with my seed, but I have to take care of your girl," you tell him, enjoying the disappointment on his expression. Leaning down, you tilt his head up to kiss him again. Pushing your tongue into his mouth, you can taste yourself. "Don't worry," you tell him. "If you can keep yourself from cumming, I will have a reward for you."

You let go of the young man so he can fetch himself a chair not far from the bed where his girlfriend is still playing with her pussy. You make your way to Hazel, climbing up on the bed and tugging down her panties. Her pussy glints with wetness, but you are busy with the soaked fabric. "Take out your cock," you tell Mark, watching him obey you once again. His erection pops out of his pants. Hard and red. You fling the fabric over to him, and he catches it with one hand. "Use it to jerk off."

Your attention turns back to the girl in front of you. Your eyes wander over her body, pausing at her wet pussy and the soft globes of her breasts. Adjusting yourself above her, you let your arms take most of your weight as you lean down to kiss her. It's softer than what you shared with her fiancé, but not as submissive. She teases you back as you push your tongue over her lips, licking into her mouth. By the time you are done with her, her lips are swollen and red. You continue your way down her body, licking into the curve of her collarbone, flicking her nipple with your nose before taking it into your mouth. Your tongue rubs the small pebble, sucking. Her fingers find their way to your hair. Her nails scrape your skull. Her back arches, pushing her tits more to your face until you let it go with a quiet pop. It glints with your saliva.

While you are busy tasting her body, your cock is still hard between your legs. You can feel her soft skin as you rub yourself against her. A thin path of pre-cum leads the way to her pussy. Licking up your own juice, you bury your face into her cunt. You don't waste your time with warming her up. You lick up on her slit, ravishing her soft folds and sucking on her clit. You rub the small bundle of nerves with your tongue, biting it softly until Hazel bucks her hips against your face. Her cry is hoarse and desperate. She soaks your face, filling your senses with her taste and smell.

Mark watches you feasting on her girlfriend's pussy the whole time. His hand is around his own cock, pumping himself with a steady rhythm. He stares at the way Haze's muscles twitch with pleasure, and her lips open with another moan. He can't see your face because of her thighs. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh as you keep Hazel open for yourself. Your other hand slips down between her legs. He can only imagine your fingers disappearing in her soon-to-be wife's pussy. You smear her juices even more, pushing and stretching her hole so she can take you soon. Hazel's back leaves the bed again; her tits are round and heavy. Mark can see the soft line of her ribs in that position. For a second, his heart jumps into his throat with despair. He can feel his balls jerking with the need to cum. He needs his every control to stop himself at the last second. He doesn't know what his reward will be, but he doesn't want to give it up. Hazel's panties are still around his cock. The soft fabric is wet with the mix of Hazel's and his juices. He can smell it. He can almost taste it.

Hazel's body starts to shake as you push her through her first orgasm. Her thighs tighten around your head, keeping you in place. You can feel the fluttering of her pussy around your fingers. Your cock jerks at the feeling. You can't wait to feel it for real.

"If I have to die between a woman's legs, I'm happy to go," you groan when she lets you go. Your face is a mess of her cum. You can taste nothing but her. "Your pussy tastes so sweet. Now I understand why your boyfriend likes to share you. It would be a sin to keep you just for himself." From Hazel's flushed, breathless form, you turn your gaze to the man still sitting on the chair. He almost looks pathetic. A thin layer of sweat glints on his skin; he is as flushed as his woman. He looks beautiful. "Did you enjoy it?" You ask him. "Seeing me feasting on this sweet cunt?" Mark nods. "Do you want more?" You continue to taunt him. "You want to see my cock disappearing in this tight hole until she screams my name?" "Yes." His answer is barely louder than a whisper. "Say it," you tell him. "I want to hear it." "Fuck her." "Fuck who?" You smirk. "Fuck my girlfriend," Mark gasps out. "Fuck her until she can't walk." Your smile widens. "It wouldn't be good for your wedding now, would it? Imagine her walking down the aisle with my cum seeping down her legs. She says her vows and still feels me in her cunt." Both of them moan at your words. Yeah, you like the thought of it too.

When Hazel calms down a bit, you kneel up, pointing your cock to her entrance. Letting your cock soak in her juices, you tease her clit, rubbing the tip against the small bud. "Are you ready?" You ask her. "I will fuck you in front of your husband. He can watch as I pump you full with my cock." Hazel nods. "Please." "You two are just desperate sluts, aren't you? Both of you are so ready for my cock." The woman moans and nods. Anticipation rushes through her body straight between her legs. Her pussy throbs with her previous orgasm and need for more.

And you are ready to give it to her.

You push into her slowly, letting her get used to your size as you stretch her walls and fill her pussy. Her walls are tight and warm. A low groan breaks free from your chest at the feeling. "Can you take all of me?" You ask her, watching your cock disappear in her wet channel. "Can you be a good slut and do it?" "Yes," she cries, nodding. "Please." With a hard thrust, you fuck into her fully. Your groans mix in the quiet room. You can feel her pulsing around you, sucking you in. "Fuck!"

Mark's hand stops around his erection for long seconds. Your body molds against her girlfriend's as you lean onto the bed again. He can see the line of your muscles. Your hips move back and forth with fastening speed. You fuck into the young woman with such force Hazel has to grip the bedsheet to keep herself in place. Her hips move in sync with yours. The wet sound of your fucking rings in his ears. His cock throbs between his fingers.

Every nerve in Hazel's body is on edge. Her muscles are taut, and the burning coil in her stomach sears through her veins. You reach every sweet spot in her pussy, making her cry for more. Your grunts vibrate against her chest. Her nipples graze your chest.

"Does it feel good?" You grunt. "Taking my cock in front of the man you plan to marry tomorrow like a good slut. How many times did you take another man in front of him, huh? How much cum did you take from strangers? Fuck!" Her nails dig into your shoulder blades. The red mark burns on your skin. "Fucking sluts! Pathetic!" The more you talk, the more they moan. The couple finds pleasure in your words as you continue. "Cum around me then! You are so desperate for cock one is not even enough anymore. I want to feel your pulse around me as I pump you full." "Yesyesyes," Hazel chants under you, her lips are open, and her eyes are half-closed. A drop of sweat runs down her neck, and you lean down to lick it up. "If your little boyfriend stays being a good boy, I even let him eat my cum from your pussy." Another moan echoes off the wall from both of them. "Cum, Hazel," you grunt with clenched teeth. Your eyes glint with dark desire as you pump her. Your cock slides in and out of her pussy. Your juices drip down her ass, pooling on the sheets.

Your growl fills the room when you feel her tightening around you even more. You can barely move in her hold. The woman's body twitches and shakes as her orgasm wrecks her body. Tears run down her cheeks, and saliva shines on her lips. Her pussy sucks you in, demanding everything you can give her. "Mark," you groan out the man's name. The veins on your neck are visible as you force the words out before you reach your orgasm. "Cum!"

You and the young man cum at the same time. While Mark paints his own clothes and hand with the pearly liquid, you shoot your seed inside Hazel's pussy. Your hips move on their own, pumping her until your juices flow out her hole even more. Your whole body shakes as you keep yourself from falling on the woman. For a second, you think you will never stop cumming. You will be here forever, between the woman's legs, keeping her full and wet.

You sigh heavily as you pull out of her, hearing Hazel's sensitive hiss at the loss of your cock in her still-throbbing cunt. You fall onto the bed next to her, pulling on her thigh to keep her open. Mark still pants after his orgasm as you smirk over at him. "Come and eat," you tell him.

As you watch the man slurping out your seed from her girlfriend's pussy, you know you have a long night ahead of you.

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[daddy-dins-girl]

Playdate - Chapter Eight

IMPORTANT NOTE: I'm posting both chapters 7 and 8 today so just make sure you didn't actually miss 7 or this one might not make much sense, lol. Also I'd recommend having chapter 7 fresh in your mind when you read this one. This chapter serves as an 'interlude' chapter that occurs before/during/after Chapter 7 but is told from Dave and Marcus' POV's (not Reader's). One final note, a page break/divider indicates a shift of POV to another character, but hopefully that comes across easily enough in the writing anyway.

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pairing: Marcus Pike x f! Reader x Dave York

Word Count: 5.1k

Notes: Who gave me the right to put all this ANGST in my PORN story? dw, I have a couple more chapters planned out, I'll fix this mess I've created eventually :P

Chapter Warnings (BIG TIME spoilers in the warnings... I'd recommend skipping them if you don't want to be spoiled. If you're at this point in this story, you're fine with whatever I have left to throw at you lol): 18+ MDNI. M/M (Yeah that's right. Reader who? Sorry babe, I'll make it up to you next time!). Oral sex. Hand jobs. Anal play. A shower stall is our 3rd main character in this chapter. Inexperienced!Marcus. Dom!Dave. Daddy Kink. Derogatory talk. Praise kink. Little sprinkling of Soft!Dave. Porn with too many feelings that these idiot men don't know what to do with (we'll work on them, ok?). Infidelity-ish (again, these three got some shit to work out).

MASSIVE thank you for @janaispunk for beta'ing and being my sounding board.

Page dividers by the generous and talented @saradika-graphics

When restfulness fails to come for Dave he eventually decides to pull himself away from the two sleeping forms next to him in the bed and head off to the shower instead. He could use a thorough washing, and not to mention the relaxing spray and solace of the shower may just offer him a bit of a chance to clear his head, hopefully.

Letting out a heavy sigh once he reaches the bathroom near the front entryway of the suite he shrugs off the oversized fluffy hotel robe and hangs it on the back of the door before closing it shut, reaching inside the shower stall and turning the temperature up to near scalding. He hisses the moment he steps inside the large enclosure, immediately turning his back to the water and facing the door instead but within a few seconds the temperature starts to feel perfect and he rolls his shoulders and aching muscles under the steady beat of the massaging spray.

“Fuck” he groans, head tilting back to let the water wash over his face and through his hair. In hindsight he maybe should’ve had a cold shower because he’s been rocking a semi for the last… god knows… since not long after his two bedmates had fallen asleep. He resists the urge to wrap his fist around himself and take care of it solo, thinking he can will it away with sheer mental focus instead. As if he could focus on much of anything right now. His mind was scrambled, and that just wasn’t Dave. He had an innate ability to compartmentalize, always had. It’s what made him so good at his job and had gotten him through many obstacles in his life thus far. But then he met fucking Marcus Pike, which ultimately, also led him to you, and now here he was playing fucking house with what was meant to be a one or two time fun “hookup” and goddamit if he didn’t feel himself starting to fall. What’s worse is that he hadn’t just fallen for you, either. Annoyed with himself yet again for not being able to shut his brain off, Dave turns around to face the spray again and gets to the task of washing his hair instead, needing something else to focus on besides the insistent need that’s hanging between his legs.

The quiet ‘snick’ of the bathroom door latching shut catches Dave’s attention, even with his head under the hot spray of the water in the oversized walk-in shower, because of course it does. Dave is always super aware and hyper vigilant, even when in a relaxed environment. His eyes squeezed shut as he rinses the shampoo from his hair and back turned to the door he calls out, “it’ll be all yours in a minute, almost done here”

So when he hears the sound of the glass door sliding open and the cool air hitting his back, despite his offer to give up the shower momentarily, he chuckles. A low, raspy laugh from deep in his throat as he pushes his hair back on his head and finally turns around, his eyebrow raising in amusement as his gaze settles on his unexpected visitor standing just outside the shower door.

“Well, what have we here?”

Marcus doesn’t say a word. Too nervous he’ll psyche himself out if he attempts to speak. Instead he unwraps the towel from around his waist, leaving him fully naked and exposed, and tosses it to the ground behind him before stepping inside the enclosure and sliding the glass door shut behind him.

Dave waits, stock still, because he hadn’t been expecting this. Not that he should be too surprised, he supposed. It was probably bound to happen and truth be told he was far from mad about it. Over time he’d grown to care for Marcus a lot, and more than what he knew was realistic for a ‘friendship’. And with the fondness for Marcus growing so did the sexual tension, he supposed. It wasn’t immediate, as he had felt with you, but as he spent more and more time with both of you Marcus had unknowingly carved out a spot for himself under Dave’s skin, just as you had on that very first night he’d met you. It started out slowly, he would feel his own arousal spike watching Marcus get pleasure but he had chalked that up to being natural, not unlike getting off to watching porn. But then it started to change, and Dave began to wonder what it might be like for him to give Marcus that pleasure and earlier this evening he gave in and did exactly that. Holding his hands around Marcus as the younger man submitted to him and came with Dave’s mouth at his ear nearly had Dave spilling inside of you the moment Marcus let go. He loved hearing the sweet cries from Marcus’ perfect pouty lips as Dave held him tight to his naked chest. And the way you looked up at both of them, pure lust and adoration in your gaze he felt his chest constrict around his heart like it might just explode.

In that moment he wanted to just gather you both in his arms and tell you, beg you, to keep him.

And now, here Marcus stood just inches away from him, naked and vulnerable.

Dave was well and truly fucked.

Swallowing the thick lump in his throat from his nerves, Marcus carefully, slowly and wordlessly sinks to his knees in front of Dave and pauses. Peering up at him with those honeyed brown eyes, silently begging for whatever had come over him to be reciprocated. He’d woken up when he felt the weight under the mattress shift when Dave had gotten up and watched with more focus than what was probably considered appropriate at the back side of Dave’s naked form as he crossed the room and snagged a robe from the back of the door and threw it on. Marcus had to stifle a groan as he felt his cock instantly begin to swell at just the sight of the slightly older man before him. Once he exited the bedroom Marcus let out a sigh and dropped his head back to the pillow with a heavy thud, closing his eyes and focusing his breathing for a few seconds but still, his dick betrayed him. He rolled over to his side and watched your sleeping form, debating whether he should wake you to help him with his little situation or not but quickly dismissed the notion. He knew you must be exhausted, it wasn’t like you to be sleeping in the middle of the day so clearly you were worn out. Plus he’s pretty sure the actual reason for his current state of arousal just walked out the bedroom door anyway.

He lays in bed for as long as he can stand it, until he hears the shower come to life on the other side of the suite and his cock twitches again involuntarily, his mind conjuring up images of Dave naked and letting the hot spray of the water cascade all over his body and suddenly Marcus feels jealous over a fucking shower head of all things. Before long he finds himself getting up and out of bed, quickly tying a discarded towel around his waist before he leaves the bedroom and makes his way through the suite.

A grin spreads across Dave’s lips as the hot water continues to beat down his back and he reaches a hand forward, gripping the younger man’s jaw in his hand and angling him further upward as his thumb gently caresses back and forth at his cheek as he rasps out, “Well what are you waiting for, Champ? This cock isn’t going to suck itself”

After taking in a quick deep breath to steel his nerves, Marcus, ever obedient, presses forward. His eyes close as he takes Dave’s semi-hard length into his mouth, his lips wrapping around him as he finds his footing, as it were, never having actually done this before.

“Eyes on me Slugger” Dave tuts, hand going underneath Marcus’ chin and forcing his gaze upwards with the flick of a single knuckle. Marcus’ gaze is weak as he tries desperately to hold Dave’s but when he feels Dave begin to grow and swell against his tongue he gets a newfound confidence and can’t help the low moan that leaves his throat as he envelops him further into his mouth and finally begins to move his tongue and lips around him, licking and sucking and tasting every inch offered to him. He may not know exactly what he’s doing, but he does know what feels good to him and tries his best to mimic those same behaviors.

He pulls off for just a moment, collecting saliva in the back of his throat and messily spitting onto Dave’s length before he wraps his mouth around it again and begins to bob his head back and forth, letting his tongue drag along the underside as he swallows him down the best he can, easing off only slightly when the thick head of him nears too far to the back of his throat and causes him to momentarily gag before he resituates himself to a comfortable feel and can enthusiastically continue.

“Fuck, that’s it. Good boy,” Dave sighs, hand pushing through Marcus’ golden brown locks and a little whimper escapes Marcus at the subtle praise, eyelids fluttering shut for only a moment before he remembers Dave’s words from earlier and opens them again to hold Dave’s gaze. “You suck cock almost as good as your wife, you know that pretty boy?” Dave teases and despite himself, it only turns Marcus further on. He takes one hand and wraps it around the base of Dave’s cock to pump as much as his shaft that won’t fit in his mouth while the other hand goes to his own aching need as he begins stroking himself to the same pace that his head bobs.

“Fuck” Dave curses again, a little breathless this time as his head tilts back into the spray of water. He wraps his hand around the back of Marcus’ head and helps him by setting the pace that he wants, fast and rough and nearly hitting the back of Marcus’ throat each time his hips jut forward. Marcus does his best to take him but before long he’s coughing, sputtering, gagging and gasping for breath as he pulls off of him after just a few short seconds of Dave fucking his throat, a long strand of saliva still connecting him to the now rock hard cock in his face and Dave lets out a little chuckle at Marcus’ obvious inexperience.

“Well, maybe you could learn a thing or two” Dave laughs. “Up,” he commands suddenly, hand gripping under Marcus’ bicep and hauling him quickly to his feet. Marcus goes willingly, all too eager to comply as Dave turns him to face the wall, grabs both of his hands and forces them above his head and flat against the warm tiles. Dave quickly crowds his space, stepping up behind him, the hot, hard length of him pressed right up against Marcus’ lower back.

His breathing laboured, Marcus tenses momentarily but then relaxes as he feels a large wet hand slide down his side, across the smooth skin of his hip and lower still until it ghosts over the globes of his ass and then back up to hold firmly at his hip again as Dave leans forward, breath hot against Marcus’ ear.

“Colour?” He asks and Marcus takes a steadying breath.

“Green. Uh… green. I - I think” he stammers out nervously. Dave hums before his hand snakes forward to grasp around Marcus’ hard, leaking cock and gives it a light squeeze that has Marcus whimpering.

“I’d say you’re doing just fine” Dave taunts before he languidly strokes Marcus a few times, causing his knees to nearly buckle as a desperate whine escapes his lips.

“I’m uh.. I’ve never.. with…” Marcus trails off, his eyes squeezing shut when Dave gently ruts into his back, his hand still slowly stroking him. “H-Have you?”

“When you’re young and in your prime and stuck in the service for twelve plus months at a time, a warm mouth is a warm mouth” Dave shrugs nonchalantly. “But it’s not something I indulged in often, or ever pursued outside of that environment” he adds, still slowly working Marcus over with shallow pumps of his fist. “Truth be told I’ve never looked at or even thought twice about another man. That is, until you”. He finishes the last part quietly, like it's a secret he can’t voice out loud.

“S-same here” Marcus stutters, eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on his breathing, hoping to stave off his orgasm for at least a little while longer. “Did you ever, ah fuck” Marcus groans, trailing off as his train of thought leaves him when Daves hand comes up to pay special attention to the head of his cock, his hand twisting just right over and over again at the sensitive tip.

“Did I ever what? Hmmm?” Dave taunts, hand stilling around Marcus as he lowers his hips slightly and presses further against him, his stiff length now pressing into the meat of Marcus’ asscheek. “Did I ever fuck a man’s tight little asshole?” He asks into the shell of Marcus’ ear and Marcus shudders before biting back a moan and nodding his head.

“No” Dave answers honestly. “Why, did you want to be the first?” He chuckles, rutting into him and Marcus lets out a stuttering gasp before shaking his head against the tiles.

“I don’t think… I’m not… No. I… I don’t know” Marcus answers helplessly, his shoulders tensing.

“Relax baby, relax” Dave soothes, pulling his hips back slightly but resting his forehead on Marcus’ shoulder. “You don’t have to be ready for that right now. And to be honest, if my cock is going to be in your ass then I want yours inside your wife so I can fuck you both at the same time” he chuckles darkly into the heated skin of Marcus’ back and a shiver passes through Marcus’ whole body at just the thought of that.

“Oh you like that don’t you” Dave laughs again. Feeling Marcus twitch in his hand gets Dave’s dominant confidence swelling in his chest again and he easily slips into the role he prefers to play, where he feels the most comfortable and less vulnerable.

“Wanna be the meat in our little fuck sandwich, sweet boy?” Dave taunts, his hand going back to slowly stroking Marcus again. “You gonna fuck your tight little ass against my fat cock while you’re buried inside of her?”

“Jesus, fuck” Marcus groans. He’d never once judged his wife for what she was into, but now he understood it first hand. The way Dave could have you falling apart just by the words that leave his mouth.

“Maybe a little friendly competition, see who can cum inside of who first” he laughs darkly and Marcus’ whole body shudders as a wrecked moan escapes him.

Dave hands picks up the pace a little as Marcus squeezes his eyes shut, face resting against his own forearm and teeth clenched as Dave draws him closer and closer to that edge he’s been teetering on since he sunk to his knees in front of the man in question just minutes ago.

He didn’t know what came over him, what possessed him to get out of bed and follow after Dave, but he couldn’t get what happened earlier out of his head. The way Dave had wrapped his hand around his throat, called him his good boy, and made him cum so hard his vision nearly blacked out. He needed more. Dave was like a drug, he understood it now. An addiction, a craving that could never be satisfied, always leaving you wanting more.

His breath catches in his throat when he feels Dave’s free hand that’s not currently wrapped around him back at his ass, a single finger sliding through the cleft of his wet cheeks until it stops to tease at his hole. The pad of his finger presses at the puckered flesh but doesn’t breach inside, just wanting to rile Marcus up and it is absolutely working as the younger man whimpers and squirms under Dave’s hands. Dave shifts slightly so that the water beats down more so on Marcus, ensuring he’s not dry as Dave continues to tease him.

“Colour” Dave demands again, finger pressing in again with just a fraction more pressure than the previous time.

“Green, fuck. Please” Marcus is trembling, his body leaning against the wall the only thing holding him upright and he feels the smirk reach across Dave’s face from where his mouth is still pressed to his ear.

“That’s my good boy” Dave chuckles. The sound of Dave spitting a giant glob of saliva between Marcus’ cheeks is downright sinful as it echoes off the four walls of the shower enclosure and Marcus has to bite into the meat of his own arm to keep from moaning too loudly when Dave finally pushes a single saliva slicked finger just inside as he continues to stroke Marcus’ length with delicate precision.

“Oh my god, oh fuck! I’m - ” Marcus cries out at the welcomed intrusion of Dave’s finger, barely inside but slowly moving back and forth creating just enough of a foreign pressure that it’s enough to push Marcus over that edge within seconds. He orgasms with a wrangled cry leaving his lips, spurts of his warm spend splattering onto the tiles in front of him and down Dave’s hand that still loosely grips him as he continues to pump him dry.

“That’s it” Dave’s voice soothes against his ear, still gently working him over with both hands as Marcus comes down from his high. “So good for your Daddy, hmmm?”

“Mmmhmmm, fuck” Marcus groans out once more, leaning heavily into the tiles now, shoulders and chest heaving with each laboured breath he takes. He lets out another whimper as Dave gently slips his finger out, sighs happily when he feels Dave’s lips press into his shoulder blade.

“Okay?” Dave breathes against Marcus' warm flesh, checking in with him and the younger man can do little but eagerly nod his head, still trembling in the aftershocks of his orgasm. Dave’s hand still wrapped around Marcus’ length finally slows to a stop and he releases him fully, both arms coming up to wrap around Marcus’ middle and hold him tight against his chest for a long moment and Marcus sighs happily, sated, leaning into the warmth Dave offers. He does his best to ignore the little flutter he feels in his chest as Dave's lips continue to pepper little kisses across the back of his neck and shoulders, wills his own heart to stop hammering in his chest when Dave breathes in deep and then rests his check against Marcus' back, apparently content to just hold him until his own breathing evens out.

“What um… what about you?” Marcus asks meekly. He hadn’t exactly gotten to finish what he’d started earlier once the attention shifted to him and his own pleasure. He can still feel Dave pressed into his back, though with the delay for his own gratification Dave has softened somewhat again, his needs seemingly less urgent now.

“Let me finish getting cleaned up in here and then why don’t we meet back in bed, hmm?” He finishes his thought with a sharp little smack to Marcus’ ass and chuckles before he bites down gently onto his shoulder. “See if you can wake up that wife of yours while you’re at it”

“Yeah, o-okay” Marcus stammers, stealing himself for a moment before he heaves a deep sigh, lets his shoulders relax and finally reaches for the shower door and slides it open. Dave lets him go, watches with piqued interest as Marcus bends over to pick up his earlier discarded towel and secure it back around his waist again, and then, he’s gone. Door closing shut behind him again and leaving Dave to finish his shower in privacy.

Dave is doing his best to act nonchalant, normal, though nothing about what just took place was normal for either of them. He’d never held another man in an embrace like that before and found himself not even wanting to let go. It took everything in him not to spin Marcus around and hold him even closer. And it wasn’t just sexual, this feeling he suddenly had. Though that part was definitely good too, but now he felt himself feeling suddenly nervous about going back out there, like he was completely transparent and the two of you would see through him immediately. He dreads the day, and he has a feeling it’s coming soon, that the two of you extract yourselves from his life. He knows the texts and visits will become fewer and farther between until suddenly he stops hearing from you all together and he’ll go back to his life before the two of you were in it, wishing he’d never gone along with it in the first place because then he wouldn’t be in the fucking predicament he found himself in now.

He should put a stop to this himself before that happens, he thinks. Like a bandaid, just rip it off and the pain will dissipate before he even notices it’s there, right? He can fake a work emergency, or say somethings come up with his children and he needs to cut this weekend short. You’ll both understand, of course you will. Maybe even be secretly relieved that you can spend the rest of your time here together with just the two of you.

He’s doing everyone a favour, he thinks.

Mind made up, he takes a little extra time than necessary in the shower, turning the temperature way down to hopefully rid him of what’s left of his hard-on and finishes cleaning himself off, being sure to scrub every inch of his body to wash away any lingering traces of this weekend from his skin, hopefully soon enough from his memory. He takes the removable shower hose off the fixture as well and sprays down the tiles where Marcus’ cum still lingers, watching it wash down the drain past his feet and then hangs the shower head back up and finally turns the taps off and steps out.

Speech fully prepared in his head, what he didn’t expect was to walk back into the bedroom to see you with a very worried expression on your face and for a moment, he feels his heart literally fall into his stomach. Did Marcus just confess what happened and you’re so enraged you’re about to throw him out on his ass? Throw your husband out too? Likely not the latter, he thinks. If anything it’s probably further cementing the fact that the two of you need Dave out of your lives, he’s only going to cause problems in what is a beautiful, perfect marriage.

“You have to go?!” He hears you say and oh. So Marcus is leaving? He asks what’s going on and then just hangs back after Marcus responds to him but then focuses his attention back to you, Dave idly listening to the conversation in the background as your husband continues to apologize to you about an apparent “work emergency” that’s come up.

Dave was already set in his decision to leave, but with Marcus going he knows he really, really needs to leave. Being alone with you might just kill him, and he doesn’t deserve a death that blissful, he reasons with himself.

Not long after saying an endearing goodbye to you, Marcus brushes past Dave with a vague ‘see ya later’ and just like that, he’s gone and Dave is left alone with the person currently possessing the other half of his traitorous heart. The heart that wasn’t supposed to fall for either of these two people who already belonged to each other, let alone apparently falling for both of them.

Marcus is in the cab, half way back to his own house where he most certainly does not have any type of work emergency waiting for him, when he starts an inner battle with himself about just what in the fuck he is doing. Should he have left? Should he turn around right now and go back and stop being a fucking coward? What the hell was he supposed to do?

He felt so fucking guilty the moment his orgasm ripped through him like a freight train with Dave’s hands on him and you nowhere in sight that he just couldn’t get out of that hotel room fast enough. He had cheated on you, in his mind. What’s worse is that it wasn’t even all sexual, though that is how it started and how he pursued it but his feelings for Dave were beginning to get overwhelming and he thought maybe if he just ‘got it out of his system’ he could forget about it and move on, but then Dave had to go and fucking hold him afterwards and asked him back to bed and his throat just plummeted into his stomach. How could he just walk out of that bathroom and pretend that never happened? Is that what Dave wanted? Or did Dave want you to know exactly what happened? How would you react? Marcus didn’t even have his own feelings about the whole thing sorted out, he couldn’t expect you to understand. He crossed a line, that much he knew.

Ultimately he decided to let the cab driver continue to their destination. He was already well on his way home anyway, might as well keep going. He’d fix himself some dinner, maybe a drink and just have some time alone to sort out his thoughts before he joins you back at the hotel. He briefly wonders if Dave will still be there when he gets back. If he is, maybe it would be a good time for the three of you to have a conversation, one that’s surely long overdue. Marcus hopes he doesn’t have to speak first. What if he voices what he thinks he’s truly feeling and you all look at him like he’s grown a second head?

He’s equally worried at both ends. He’s worried that Dave, despite the tender moments he is occasionally capable of showing, might laugh the whole thing off. He signed up to be a fun ‘playmate’ for a couple of weekends here and there, not a more permanent fixture in an already existing and functioning marriage. And you… what would you even think? Sure Marcus knows you’ve warmed to Dave over the months during your encounters but you’d never discussed with Marcus that you’d felt anything for the man in question outside of sexual desire. Not to mention what would you think of him if he asked you to have another man be an active participant in your relationship? The last thing he wants is you feeling like you’re not enough for him or that something is missing from your marriage.

It would kill him if this drove any kind of rift between the two of you. No, he needs to shut up and keep whatever is in his head and his heart to himself and hope things sort themselves out. He’ll start to distance himself (and hopefully you both) from Dave and you can go back to your lives. He cares about Dave, far more than what he knows is appropriate, but he can’t lose you. He won’t.

Marcus finishes his dinner, accompanied by a rich glass of wine, and waits a while, letting his food settle and his mind attempt to find peace within the waging war that are his thoughts still battling on inside his head. A few hours since he’d left the hotel pass before he finally heads back outside to his car and types the address of the hotel into his GPS.

Dave York is a bad man. He knows it the moment he reaches the penthouse floor again, not even thirty minutes since he left it, and lifts his fist to knock at the hotel room door. He'd had every intention of getting into his car and leaving this place. Just one drink first, he'd reasoned with himself, then he'd leave.

He knew shouldn’t be here at your door now. Not without Marcus. Though, he supposes he shouldn’t have been in the shower with Marcus without you, either. Marcus knows it, clearly. It’s the only explanation for why he high-tailed it out of there with some half-assed lie of an excuse of having a work emergency on a Saturday night. Dave saw right through it of course but didn’t voice his concern, he certainly wouldn’t do that in front of you. He wouldn’t wedge himself further into the complications of your marriage than he already was.

He’s really fucked this up. But he knows, even before you pull open that door, that tonight is his last chance. The last time he’ll allow himself to see you before he forces himself to go back to his old life so you can have yours back with your husband. And if he was a better man, he would’ve just left earlier when he said he was going to and not come to see you one last time, knowing full well what he was doing and feeling and how it might affect you. How it might affect Marcus, and moreover how it might affect your relationship with Marcus.

But Dave York was not a better man. Not a good man.

Dave York was a bad, bad man.

"Hi" you breathe out the moment the door swings open and lands on him leaning against the frame on the other side.

"Hi"

Marcus lets himself into the hotel suite, quietly and carefully making his way through the rooms that are bathed in darkness, only slivers of moonlight peaking through where the curtains aren’t fully shut. Pushing open the double doors to the bedroom he frowns but is otherwise not surprised to find you sleeping alone in the bed that now seems comically oversized for just your body alone, especially given how crowded it was only hours earlier.

He glances around the room, pulling out his phone and turning on the flashlight, making sure not to shine it on you so as to not wake you up. He tilts it around the room, looking everywhere but there's no sign of Dave. His belongings seem to be gone, his duffel bag no longer occupying the corner of the bedroom where it was before. Marcus had walked through the living room to get to the bedroom so he knows he wasn’t asleep on the couch either.

Dave was gone.

Clicking off the flashlight and before he can talk himself out of doing so, Marcus taps on the Messages icon on his screen, wanting to send a quick text to your group chat, just to ensure wherever Dave was, everything was OK.

Once again Marcus gets that all too familiar feeling of his throat falling into the pit of his stomach when he reads the tiny grayed out letters that greet him at the bottom of your conversation.

Dave York has left the group.

Dun Dun Dunnnnnn! I am so sorry, but believe it or not this was my plan for this series all along from the moment you guys lovingly bullied me into turning my one-shot into a series, lol. Fear not though, we haven't seen the last of our dear Dave. He's just a bit of an idiot, and is going to continue to be one for a little while, but have faith in me.

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[loubouskz]

could you do a chan ff where y/n asks him to read a couple chapters of the book they’re reading but the reader asks bc the book has smut in it and then chan reads it and gets all 😉

reading can be fun

bang chan x reader

description: reader gets turned on by chan's reading and they have a lil fun haha

warning: cute nicknames(like baby and sweets, I used 'my girl' once, couldnt figure out a different name to put, other than that its pretty neutral), SMUT!, reading smut, the smallest bit of thigh riding, some foreplay, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, chan may have a slight breeding kink but it's not mentioned, reader loves chan's dick...I think that's all, let me know if I missed anything.

wc: 2.0k(not proof-read)

a/n: ofc I can and thank you for requesting!! I had some much fun writing this! and I'm sorry this took so long to post. my laptop is finally kicking the bucket so I have to type everything on my phone(on the days where I can't get my computer to work.)so it's taking a bit longer than I like but i hope you enjoy this and I did your request justice!🥰

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after a long day of catching up with doing chores around my apartment, I finally had time to myself. to sit down and read the book my friend lent me. they said it was really good and that I should try to read something that wasn't my usual genre that I love. they basically begged me…for two weeks straight before I finally agreed to read it. I made a cup of tea and sat down on the couch with the book in hand. I brought my legs up to sit somewhat under my butt and got comfy. grabbing the throw blanket from the top of the couch and laying it across my lower body. I took a sip of my tea before opening the book.

i was on the eighth chapter when I heard chan enter my apartment with the key I had given him. I heard him take off his shoes and jacket before entering the living room. I turned my head and met eyes with the person I loved most. his dimpled smile brightened up when he saw me.

"hey baby!" chan said, as he made his way to me. "hi!" I said back, tilting my head up to follow his eyes. chan kissed the top of my head and maneuvered his way to sit next to me. "how was your day?" he asked, grabbing my legs and laying them across his lap. "a bit long, but that was because of the chores I had to do around my apartment. now I'm relaxing, what about you, channie?" I said. "ahh, tiring but worth it- like always. changbin, jisung and I are working on a new track and it's coming along nicely." chan said, absent mindlessly caressing my legs. 

"but I'm also happy I got the rest of the day off and get to spend some time with you." he said, leaning over and giving me a kiss. I smiled into it, making him giggle. "so, what are we reading?" he asked, snuggling closer to me. I told him the name of the book, "it's the book my friend has been wanting me to read for a hot minute now." I said, showing him the cover of the book. "nice! what is it about?" he asked. "it's a fantasy/sci-fi romance novel set in space. it's about this girl falling in love with a crew member from another ship that they've been on a race with- without knowing whom…" I told him what the book was about and caught him up to the part I was at.

"wow, i might have to read it after you, it sounds really good." chan said. "you wanna read a few chapters to me?" i asked shyly. "sure." he said with a big smile on my face. i handed over the book to chan. knowing what was coming up next in one of the chapters my friend had told me about. "are you sure?" I aksed before getting comfy, to which he nodded too. once we were both comfy, he began to read where I had stopped.

we were now on chapter 10, and the two main characters were sitting next to a window and talking about what they were.

he looked back out the window. minutes passed, and he still hasn't said a word. she sighed and stood up. "this was stupid. to think, for once, you would talk to me about what's going on inside your head. but no." she said. as she turned her back to him, he finally said something.

"what is this lee?" she said. he tilted his head. "what do you mean?" he asked. "I mean like all the nights we've spent up here. you listening to all the thoughts in my head and answering them aloud. even when i think you can't hear them. the long talks and banters. all the secret glances. what is this? what is this to you?" she said as the words fumbled out. her heart racing, like it was going to explode. 

"if you want me to say I feel the same way about you, just know I do, but nothing more can come from this." he said, almost too quietly for her to hear. she could feel the tears start to build up. "and why is that lee?" she asked, not turning around. "because you have to leave. you have to stay with your brother. you can't be with me." he, again, said quietly. she turned around and walked up to him. 'look at me' she said in her head. "stop it. just go back to your room." he said. 'please look at me. I wanna love you.' she said. lee hissed in a breath of air. "we can't." he answered again.

'then love me for one night. this night. my last and only night with you.' he snapped his head to her, with an unfamiliar look in his eyes. he looked at her for a couple of seconds before making up his mind. he shot up from his seat and placed his lips onto hers. quickly…."

"okay! I think that's enough for tonight, channie." I said, grabbing the book out of his hand and closing it. i felt my cheeks starting to heat up. "what no, let's continue!" he said. I pretended to yawn and placed the book down on the table. "let's go eat something and go to bed channie." I said, flipping the blanket off and hopping off the couch. I made my way into the kitchen, opening up the fridge.

I heard chan's footsteps making their way to me. I called out to see if he wanted one of two options I offered to make, but he didn't answer.

"he shot up from his seat and placed his lips onto hers. quickly grabbing hold of her waist tightly, like she would slip away if he didn’t, making her moan into the heated kiss. her hands threaded his hair, pulling at it slightly.

"fuck." he whispered out, breaking the kiss. she started kissing down his jaw, finding his sweet spot. though they were in a hidden spot. lee didn't want to be caught. he grabbed her hand and pulled her to his room. once in the safety behind the closed door. he pushed her against it, one of his legs slotting between her legs. right where she wanted him most."

chan stopped reading aloud after that. i peeked my head up from the fridge and saw his eyes scanning the page. hearing him say that part of the story out loud, made my knees go weak. the way he was saying the words creating an uncomfortable wetness between my thighs. chan's eyes left the book and made their way to me.

"you want me to continue?" he asked with a slight smirk on his face. I shook my head no and closed the fridge door. I need to calm down. I tried to walk out of the kitchen and pass chan. he quickly dropped the book on the counter and grabbed my hips. "where are you running off to baby?" chan asked, pressing me against the counter. "no where." I said confidently. he chuckled at my answer. "really? because I think my girl was starting to get all hot, flustered, and bothered from the book i was reading out loud to her before i even got to the good part." chan said as he leaned in.

"am I right, baby?" he asked in a lower octave. I whimpered out as I felt him push my legs apart with his. one of his hands slowly made their way into my sweats and past my underwear. "answer me sweets." chan said, cupping my sex. he and I both knew the answer, but he wouldn't continue if I didn't say the word. "yes." I said quietly. he hummed at my answer, slowly pushing two of his fingers past my folds and curling them up inside. my eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, moaning lightly.

chan groaned, "god, you're so wet baby." I held onto his arm that was in my sweats as he quickened the pace. chan started leaving open mouth kisses on my neck, sucking sweetly on the spot that made me clench around his fingers. "channie, please." I said as I started to ride his fingers. "what do you need baby?" chan whispered in my ear, nibbling on my lobe. "I want more." I said. I grabbed him through his pants and felt how hard he was. chan removed his fingers, quickly tasting them before grabbing me behind my thighs. lifting me up and walking back over to the couch.

"oh fuck. don't talk like that y/n." chan said, grabbing my hands and holding them above my head. one hand on my wrists and the other guiding his dick into my cunt. slowly filling me inch by inch, I closed my eyes at the feeling. 

he laid me down, caging me in. clothes coming off fast, feeling up each other. chan grabbed his wallet as I stroked his dick. "fuck baby, I don't have a condom on me." he said, throwing his wallet onto the coffee table. "I wouldn't be the first time fucking me raw." I said, squeezing him. chan shuddered at my words and action. "you still want to?" he asked, fucking into my hand. "of course, why wouldn't i want your thick cock inside me, filling me up so nicely." I said, spreading my legs a little more for some more room.

"oh chris!" I moaned out, throwing my head back as he bottomed out. he groaned, letting go of my hands to place both of his on my hips. dragging out till only his tip was in, then slamming right back in. "shit, I love how this little cunt takes me all in." chan said, as he kept his slow but rough thrusts. taking his time to bring each other to our highs. with every thrust, hitting the gummy part inside me so perfectly every time. "faster please." I said, sweeping my hands up his arms to around his neck. 

"wanna cum baby?" he said, circling his arms under my body to completely hold me. his sweaty red chest presses against mine tightly. he rolled his hips, hitting my cilt with every stroke. I choked out a moan, angling my hips to get better friction. "yes, make me cum. please make me cum channie." I whined out, pulling at his now wet locks. as chan quicken his sloppy thrusts, he pushed his head into my neck. chan started moaning louder and louder, making me clench around him even harder. "oh fuck!" I moaned out. "yeah, cum for me baby. cum all over my cock." chan said, lifting his head, pressing his forehead to mine. "let me see how good I fuck you." he said with broken moans in-between.

the eye contact, the feeling of his body pressed to mine, and god-sent thrusts bringing me closer till finally the knot broke inside. dragging my nails down his back as I came. chan didn't let up with his thrusts prolonging my orgasm while chasing after his. which came with a couple of thrusts later. chan moaned loudly, pressing his hips as far as he could. cumming deep inside me. "oh fuck!" chan cried out, still lightly pumping with shallow thrusts. "take all my cum baby. take it, it's all for you." chan said, pushing once more before fully stopping. laying his head on my chest.

"I love you chan." I whispered into his hair. he pushed himself up and gave me a dazed smile. "I love you more." he said, pecking my lips gently. he fully say up and slowly pulled out. "going need to wash your blanket." chan laughed out, with his ears turning red. "what?" I said lifting up my body. "we made a mess baby." he said, rubbing the back of his neck. ohh. "well, let's get cleaned up." I said, careful getting up. I held out my hand as chan could grab it as we made our way to the bathroom.

chan relaxed into my arms. he dragged out his arms and stroked my thighs as we both calmed down from our racing breaths.

"I can't believe that book really turned you on." chan said. "and what about you? you had a complete hard-on and you had barely touch had you hands on me at first." I said, laughing. chan blushed as he pushed me into the bathroom. "shut up." he mumbled.

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

Sniper losing an eye and having to suffer the consequences (a bit of lost depth perception and couple days wait until Medic gets back to base to regrow it) and maybe a bit of swordvan thrown in

Sniper Loses an Eye HC (ft. Swordvan)

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Oops, I meant to write a hc, but wrote a mini fic, oh well.

Bare with me for some of this. It's not easy to ask Google, "Would having one eye affect sniper accuracy?" I'm pretty sure it doesn't, I was reminded that OW exists and that Ana has one eye, and she does just fine.

I uh, may have ran with swordvan a bit more than expected 😮‍💨

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Oh God. He's so fucking embarrassed. He's so upset. For one, he's embarrassed that Spy managed to stab him through the eye on the one day the respawn machine was malfunctioning. For two, he's upset because now he's reminiscing on the jokes he's made at Demo's expense. He dead ass sits in the lab for a good twenty minutes, contemplating on whether or not he should hide out in his van to save himself the ribbing he knows he's going to get from both Demo and the rest of the team, minus Medic, who is more than sympathetic to Snipers predicament. But regardless of how sympathetic he might be, Medic still needs Sniper out of his lab after he's done bandaging his face. Sniper just sighs and gets off the table and walks to the doors, planning out his escape plan and calculating where all the mercs should be at this time of day.

Keyword being, should. Because he jumps when he sees Demo waiting outside the lab doors. A smug smile on his face as he leans against the wall, taking a swig from the drink he has on hand. Sniper internally groans, but from the way Demo chuckled, he assumed he might have accidentally done that out loud. Demo doesn't actually say much. He just walks over slowly, standing in front of Sniper.

"Take off the bandages." His tone is asking, but his words covey a demand. Sniper protests, citing the fact that Medic had just spent a decent amount of time patching him up, and he'd hate to see how angry the doctor would get if asked to do it again.

"Dont worry," He moves his hand behind his head, undoing the knot of his eye patch quickly, the motion being one he's done many times before. "This ain't my only one. It's far better than any bandage." Demo reaches up and carefully slips his fingers under the bandages, pausing for a second, giving Sniper a moment to tell him to stop, but he doesn't, so the bandages around his eye find themselves being unraveled, draping around his neck and shoulders as they attempt to fall to the floor. Demo only moves his hand to tap the underside of his eye and then to tap Snipers.

"Look, we match." He says with a smile. And they just stand there for a minute, looking at each other, before Demo invites him to come look for an eye patch that'll fit and that he's willing to wear while Medic regrows his eye. It should have only taken a few minutes, but Sniper finds himself being in Demo's room for hours, taking for hours about the new and old predicaments they had found themselves in.

Sniper had left to go back to his camper late that night. Clutching his gifted eye patch, thumbing over the fabric and he dragged his tired body away from the base. He found himself thinking about the Scotsman more than he normally would that night as he drifted off to sleep. He figured it would all go away by morning, along with all his new worries about his missing eye. Hell, maybe the eye would just reappear in the night. He could only hope.

His eye did not infact reappear while he slept, and his worries and thoughts didn't disappear like he had hope. With battle fast approaching, he tied the patch on and grabbed his gear. Joining the other mercs, he found himself biting his tongue at the jabs made by his teammates. Figuring this was his karma for the many jokes he found himself telling. Demo joined the group the latest, immediately finding his way up to Sniper with a grin. Reaching a hand up to fix the eye patch that was half hazardly tied on.

"It looks good on ya." Was the only thing he said before walking away, only to be seen occasionally from far away on the field. Sniper didn't like the warm feeling that gave him.

Sniper found himself frustrated with his sudden loss of skill. Cursing under his breath anytime his sights failed him. Every time he missed shot after shot. He knew well enough that he'd have issues. His depth perception changes would be something to adapt to, but he found himself completely taken out of his depth, completely removed from his skills, the one thing he prided himself with. As the match came to a close, anyone near could hear the muffled thudding of a gun hitting the ground and a

"Goddammit!" As the other team became the winners of the day's battle. He was pissed off. He had never experienced anything like this, and he hated every minute of it. He could only put his head in his hands and sit for a minute. Taking in the newfound silence. Until he heard creaking and boot fall behind him,

"Y'know, for being new to this whole one-eyed thing, you still do a decent job." Demo complimented as Sniper picked his head up, Demo held out his drink, prompting Sniper to drink, trying to help him ease his disappointments. Sniper accepted as Demo continued to talk his ear off. Sniper tried to listen, but he found his focus elsewhere, between his thoughts on his new frustrations with his skills, and the feelings that seemed to rise up with every kind word or action Demo threw his way. Sniper could only sigh as he attempted to refocus his attention. This was going to be a long week.

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Why do I get so embarrassed when I write? Who knows. Anyways, I hope you like this Anon, this fueled my love of Swordvan </3

I'm finally back. Who knew that forcing myself to write a certain fic that I don't have the inspiration for would kill any desire to write? But now that I'm changing it up, I feel more productive! Thank you, guys, for being patient with me. I love you guys 🫶🏻

Also, apologies for anything that's messed up at the end, I am exhausted rn.

[aboutcustardcreams]

If love is a sin, my stake is already burning

[ z. s & c. g ]

a/n: I’m ridiculously verbose, I’m sorry. This chapter mainly focuses on Cordelia and Zelda, and got carried away, meaning that, no, this is not the end. 😅 hope you guys don’t mind.

Part 2 here

Zelda's lashes flutter lazily, as she takes a long sigh. Her mind, for some reason, can't really focus on the things she is supposed to do. She can't help herself but think about the things she said to you and the way you stormed out the house, without a proper bye as you normally do. Zelda didn't mean to sound harsh in your regards; however, when it's about protecting those she loves, she knows she can be fierce, a thorn in the side for some. Her sister Hilda surely knew something about that, considering all the time she had been killed by her on a whim.

When the phone rings, she is glad to give her mind a break, "Academy of Unseen Arts, this is Directrix Zelda Spellman", she greets, while absently playing with the chord, "How may I assist you?"

"I actually know a couple of ways."

Zelda recognizes the Supreme's voice on the other end of the line and her posture relaxes, "Missing me already?" a lopsided grin rapidly finds her way through her perfectly red lips.

Cordelia hums positively, while leaning against the wall behind her, then adds, "I'm calling for our common matter," she trails off, her eyes firmly settled on you, as you sleep soundly in her bed. Memories of what happened earlier at the greenhouse cause her to suck in a breath, that doesn't go unnoticed by the headmistress of the Academy of Unseen Arts.

"Celeste," Zelda mutters under her breath, hoping nothing bad has happened to you in her absence. However, there's a little voice inside her head telling her exactly the opposite.

Cordelia hums again, "I'm afraid so."

Zelda merely rolls her eyes, "What has she done now?"

Her eyes burn with mixed feelings, as a whirlwind of thoughts, as per usual, make her focus on the worst-case scenarios.

Cordelia giggles softly, she can easily imagine the daggers that Zelda is throwing at whatever is in front of her, "No drama, so to speak," she promises, however, there is indeed something to talk about, "She passed out from exhaustion before."

Zelda's eyes fall close for a second. She huffs quietly, before a bitter smile comes gracing upon her now tense features, "That witch," she drawls out in an exasperated tone. Even if she sounds mad at you, she is first of all mad at herself. First instinct for a witch like Zelda is to blame herself, for not having been suasive enough to convince Celeste to stay home that day.  

"You were right to worry", Cordelia adds, nervously racking her fingertips through her hair, "But she is fine now, all she needs is proper rest for a while."

"It’s incredible how exhausting it is to be right all the time," she speaks, Zelda grabs herself a cigarette, before placing it between her lips with shaky fingers.

She hears Cordelia giggle at her admission, before muttering a sarcastic, "Oh, I wouldn't know about that."

With the help of her magic, she lights it up and gives a long drag, before speaking again, "She better listen to me this time or else," she argues, making it clear that this time there wouldn't have been no room for pushback, "Where is she now? Let me speak to her."

"I'm afraid this isn't a good moment. She is sleeping like an infant," a warm, amused smile tugs at the Supreme's lips, "I gave her a magic serum to help with that."

Zelda nods slowly, her mind, though, races to make a plan to cover your classes at the Academy for at least the upcoming week. Along with that, she knows she can't stay in Greendale whereas you're in New Orleans, the desire to see you and be close to you, despite Cordelia assuring her you were fine, was too strong to avoid.

"Is she hurt in any way?", her voice comes out both husky and low.

The Supreme's gaze softens, recognizing concern in Zelda's voice, "Anything that a good rest can't fix," she approaches close to you, eyes brimming as much as Zelda's. "Probably only her pride is wounded," she jokes, hoping to elicit a giggle out of Zelda.

The redhead hums, a brief smile tugs at her lips. It's sincere, however, she still can't completely relax, considering she hasn’t seen you yet.

"She'd do and say anything not to admit she needs help."

Cordelia's eyes glimmer with mischievousness, "that actually reminds me of someone I know," she teases playfully.

Zelda scoffs, "Shut it now, Cordelia," something flickers across the redhead's face. An emotion, more than an annoyance. She had grown fond of the Supreme around the same time as you did, while joining forces against Michael, Lucifer's illegitimate child. She thought of it as a mere crush at first, it wasn't strange for witches, especially those of the Church of Night, to feel lust and lasciviousness inside, however, having known you for longer had made a difference in her way of thinking. She came to understand that what she felt wasn't a simple physical attraction, but a deeper connection that she knew existed between the two of you too.

"She is a tough one, just like you, and once she sets her mind on something, it's set for good," Cordelia speaks again, pulling her out of her own thoughts.

The Directrix inhales a long drag of cigarette and resettles more comfortably into her chair, "Just like my sweet Sabrina," her voice is filled with emotion and longing as she mutters her name. Cordelia smiles sadly. A crease forms in between her brows, having heard of the tragedy that befell on the Spellmans' family.

"You'd be surprised to know how hard has become for me to tell her no."

Cordelia arches an eyebrow at that, "What are you talking about? You always say no to Celeste, she just doesn't listen to you," she remarks amusedly.

Zelda has to hide a smile while flicking ash off of her cigarette into a chinaware, "She needs to listen more and talk less."

"She wouldn't be our Celeste then, would she?", the Supreme points out, with a grin.

"I guess you're right," Zelda replies, as she moistens her lips with her tongue.

You hum in your sleep, lightly furrowing your eyebrows. A moment of silence follows, the Supreme almost holds her breath to not disturb your so needed sleep, "I think she gets occasional headaches still," she hums, crinkling her nose in thought. Zelda puts away her cigarette, feeling her anxiety boiling up once again, "What do you mean? I thought she was sleeping," she retorts, with a frown.

"She is," she mutters softly, gently stroking your forehead with her fingertips. You're warm, but you don't have a fever, "I know a spell that can help with that," Zelda pauses, biting her bottom lip, "Go ahead, I'll join you from here to make it more effective."

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The two witches mutter the incantation for three times in a row, and praise Lilith, it quickly does its job. Your features relax once again, and your cheeks regain some color once again.

A smile of relief graces upon Cordelia's face, "Much better now," she coos, gently tugging a strand of hair behind your ear.

Zelda opens her mouth to respond, but the Supreme precedes her, "Love, there's something else I need to tell you."

A crease appears on the elder's forehead, "What is it?"

"I...", Cordelia's lips stir in a thin line, as she masters the courage to confess to Zelda what she has done. That being only one part of the big news in store for her. "I'd like to talk to you in person, if you don't mind, " and before Zelda can question her more, she continues, "It's not necessarily a bad thing, so don't worry."

"You know today is becoming quite a challenge not to," she huffs sarcastically, causing Cordelia to chuckle. "You're right, but it will get better as the day progresses, I'm sure of it," she admits. She combs her fingers into your hair, a soft loving expression gracing upon her features as she looks at you, clinging to her sheets. She couldn't wait to lay herself in that same bed and inhaling your scent, that would have lulled her to sleep. Her cheeks turned crimson at the thought.

"Zelds?"

"Yes, dear?"

Cordelia breathes in and out slowly, "I love her," she confesses, in a faint whisper. Her eyes well up with tears, burning drops that she yet has to shed. Zelda nods softly, she knew that about Cordelia already. They had talked about it, about being both attracted to you, along with being attracted to one another. However, they yet had to confess it to you.

 "I know, darling," she coos.

Cordelia swallows back the lump forming in her throat.

"I just love her so much," she continues, "I think...", she stutters, "she deserves to know. We need to tell her," a certain urgency fills her voice as she speaks. Maybe it had been the fear of seeing you pass out in her arms to make her speak that way, or maybe the desire to have you in her arms whatever she felt like it. Zelda couldn't know. However, she could relate. She wanted the exact same thing, but she was also afraid of a possible rejection. A single tear slides down her cheek, but she quickly wipes it with the back of her hand.

"We shouldn't act impulsively."

"No," Cordelia gritters out, "However, I feel this is the right time," she eyes you carefully, as a new determination rises through her.

"I'm texting my sister Hilda as we speak. I'll be there in a few. Wait for me, before... doing anything."

"I promise," the Supreme nods quietly at that. She immediately feels a wave of relief wash over her. Honestly it would have terrified her to confess her feelings without the other witch present by her side.

After a small pause, Zelda adds in a husk tone, "You know I feel the same, don't you?"

Cordelia's smile grows ear to ear, "I know, silly."

Zelda rolls her eyes at the pet name the Supreme has just used. However, it makes her smile, because it feels personal, filled with an affection that her heart seeks on a daily basis.

"Hilda will be here shortly," she later informs Cordelia, "I'll teleport in your room if it's okay with you."

Cordelia playfully rolls her eyes at the sudden formality performed by Zelda and a huff escape from her lips, "Just hurry up, please."

The Directrix of the Academy of Unseen Arts tries to hide the content smile that has just appeared on her face. Humming softly, she seals the promise with a whispered "I will", then, she ends the call.

 

"Can I get you something? A calming tea to help you soothe your nerves?"

Zelda finds herself scoffing slightly, as per usual she takes that offering, not for what it is, a simple nice gesture, but as a subtle way to address to her fragile frame of mind, "My nerves are perfectly fine, however, I can't say the same about yours."

"Yeah, right— I'm sorry," slightly shaking her head, the Supreme lets out a sigh, "She just scared me."

"I can imagine," Zelda hums in thought. The two witches fade into silence for a while, "It must have not been pleasant," she later adds, as she reconsiders Cordelia's offer, regarding the tea.

"Not in the slightest, no," she adds, slowly.

Zelda can feel the tension lingering in the air. Her eyes settle on you for a moment, before looking back at the Supreme, whose mind appears to be elsewhere. Something gnaws at her chest, something she can't quite place yet.

"Cordelia," she starts with a low tone, "I'm here with both of you. And everything is okay, just how you told me on the phone."

Cordelia nods, offering her a brief glance.

"What did you give her?", she clasps one of the Supreme's hands in the hope to give her some comfort.

"Essence of mauve, natural herbs and a little magic. The potion is meant to make the person sleep for as long as the body needs."

"It's gonna take a while then," Zelda teases with a coy smile, making the blonde witch chuckle, "Cordelia, she can't do this anymore. It's unhealthy," she later adds in a more serious tone.

The Supreme knew this conversation had to be done and she also knew that the Directrix had all the rights to think of it that way. Her eyes flash with both hurt and disappointment. The possibility of not having you around for a while caused a deep pain to take root inside her chest.

"I thought it would work; I really did. Transmutation alone seizes a lot of energy and covering a distance like this — is like asking a toddler to go perform an exorcism. It's too much."

Cordelia's mouth goes dry, "I know, Zelda. I'm aware of that," her hand slip out of Zelda's grasp, as she takes small steps towards you once again. The redhead follows right up and takes a seat at the end of the mattress right next to Cordelia who's still standing next to you. "And I'm so sorry I didn't notice before. I should have never suggested this in the first place," guilt gnaws at her chest as she speaks.

Zelda sighs softly, "We both know why you did that, and why I allowed it," she prompts the younger with to sit next to her with a flick of her finger.

"As if she needed your permission," Cordelia playfully rolls her eyes and obliges, "Not everything is about you, Zelda."

"Oh but it is," she retorts with a smug smile, "It also is. And I'm sure you agree with me, don't you?", she gently pushes a strand of hair from her face, making the Supreme's cheeks turn crimson.

"She has a soft spot for you," the Supreme's lips quirk upwards.

"And for you," Zelda adds, "You should have seen her this morning, so determined to come to you despite feeling unwell," the smile on Cordelia's face fades and turns into a frown.

"I've something else to tell you," Cordelia directs her gaze towards you slowly. Her hand reaches out to touch your arm, who's hidden under the bedsheets.

"You seem concerned," Zelda states bluntly.

"I did something I'm not quite fond of," her voice wavers a bit on the last word, "Celeste wouldn't tell me what was happening to her. I sat and watched her hands tremble, her gaze going blank," she sucks in a shaky breath, her heart clenching in her chest.

Panic begins to rise in Zelda's chest.

"Oh, darling," a hand wraps Cordelia's waist, pulling her closer to her side, "Whatever you did can't be that bad now, can it?", she turns towards her, and sees Cordelia's bottom lip wobble. She sniffles and lightly shakes her head as if she was struggling against herself. A part of her was telling her that she did the right thing, whereas the other was tormenting her for the choice she made, "I had to do something, I only wanted to know what she was hiding from me and from you, but then I couldn't help myself, I couldn't hold back, and dug deeper and deeper."

"Whatever do you mean?", Zelda frowns. She felt like she could use a cigarette, but she resisted for both your sake and Cordelia's.

"I read her mind," she whispers, eyes moist with tears, "her thoughts, her deepest desires. Everything."

"You did — what?"

Zelda wasn't expecting that. Her eyes snap wide open in utter disbelief. That was something she never expected the Supreme could do, considering it goes against her ethics and beliefs. However, she also acknowledges that for those you love, you're prone to break a rule or two. Truth be told, Zelda would tear Hell apart if it meant to protect her family, Cordelia or you.

"I had no other choice, and the worst part is that I'm not even sorry for that. I have no remorse because... because—" she recalls vividly everything she has felt and witnessed through your heart.

Zelda opens her mouth to say something, but Cordelia beats her to it, "I'm so happy, Zelda," she breathes out, turning completely towards her.

"I still don't understand," the redhead witch blinks in disbelief.

Cordelia cups Zelda's cheeks then, leaning further closer to the elder witch. Her heart stops only to restart at a breakneck speed. Her eyes fall on Cordelia's mouth as her teeth casually start nibbling on her bottom lip. She inhales sharply, her pupils grow darker with lust.

"Celeste is in love with us," a couple of tears fall from her eyes, when Cordelia whispers those magic words against Zelda's agape mouth.

She shudders. Cordelia grasps a single tear that has just slipped Zelda's eye, before wrapping her arms around her waist.

At once, she is a bunch of nerves, both shocked and incredulous. She feels like it's her turn to collapse, but Cordelia holds her.

That surely changes everything.

[studentbyday]

catharsis: nearing the end

counting down the weeks to freedom (🏫🙅🏻‍♀️) and in need of stress relief (💆🏻‍♀️🕊️🧘🏻‍♀️)...

1. october (tchaikovsky): maybe one day i will record this song bc it's one of my favorites. also really befitting my underlying mood in this latter half of the semester. under all the stress and frustration, i am just tired. i want to see the world. i want to feel the joy of living again. making my life revolve around the confines of school does not feel like living.

2. apparition de giselle (adolphe adam): the music at the part where she's spinning in circles in the "initiation" scene. that's what today feels like. a flurry of movement, a little desperate, and despite the energy, unfulfilled. even soulless. i'm tired, that's all. stupid insomnia - you know that feeling where you're physically tired and when you lie down on the bed it feels like such a relief, yet you can't fall asleep? i don't know why that happens. am i worried about something? possibly? maybe? but during the day, i don't think i feel super worried.

3. mazurka op. 68 no. 3 (chopin): the first piece by chopin i ever played. the way i heard it in my head and the way i played it didn't have as stately a character as this interpretation, but this was the recording i drew most of my inspiration from. i really miss playing piano and the youthful glow i had felt in that era. it feels like ages ago. and with every passing year, it seems i have more pressing priorities like learning how to be an adult, the desire to forge new relationships and tend to them, and establishing my career, so piano consistently falls to the wayside. i don't regret my career choice tho... gladly, after a long-drawn existential crisis in high school, trying to come to a career path that had the best chance of balancing my needs and wants with the world's, i'm still satisfied with my decision. i want to learn how to use my potential to be of service to others, including those beyond my inner circle. i also want to practice piano after my dreaded winter exams. i will make time for both. 4. rainy day coffee shop ambience with piano music and distant thunder: that satisfaction at having stumbled upon the truth, the solidness of it finding a home in my chest. ☺️ i finally figured out what's wrong mentally and now i have something to work with rather than just floundering, feeling "some type of way", unable to get out of it because i don't even know what "it" is. i'm 99% sure that's what's causing my insomnia. i feel so much more hopeful and peaceful now with my feelings validated and all. 🥺 (update: i had the best sleep i've had in ages ☺️)

5. i dreamed a dream (claude-michel schönberg): i seem to always cycle through the same songs like i'm constantly circling the same drain. do i really always cycle through the same set of feelings every couple of weeks? 🤷🏻‍♀️ i have dreams i don't know i can reach. some of them feel more like fantasies than dreams... in my mind, dreams are super ambitious goals i don't know if i can reach but that are in theory possible to reach (more variables are in my control and have a good chance of affecting the future in the way i want), while fantasies are dreams that are closer to impossible to achieve (fewer variables are in my control and may not have a good chance of affecting the future in the way i want). i don't know, maybe they just feel like fantasies for now, and really, it's not impossible. idk, i don't have a crystal ball...

6. the sound of silence: i literally mean the sound of silence tho, not the song 😂 so underrated when the mind has been a noisy mess. ... and then in random mindless moments, like in the shower or when clearing away the dishes, all the music comes rushing back, begging to be heard and felt and loved.

7. arabesque no. 1 (debussy): learned about CBT in psych so i'm trying out using the situation -> thoughts -> feelings -> behavior template in my journal so hopefully i can figure out why i do or don't do the things i do 😅 and then maybe branch into some small "behavioral experiments"...not really sure yet but hopefully it brings me some clarity!

[alienoresimagines]

I'm curious how the ship Curt/Ken got popular? Like is it because both are short?😭

"Is it because both are short" pls I snorted, SHORT KINGS

To be really honest with you, Nonnie, I don't particularly ship Curt/Ken or any other ship beside Buck/Bucky and the occasional Blakely/Douglass (even though a good fic or hc can change everything lmao) so I may not be the best person to answer your question but I'll do my best 🥰❤️

So, Curt and Ken have never interacted in canon, I don't think we even ever see them sharing the screen even once. That makes it half of the fun of shipping! You get free reign over everything, and it's fun to imagine "what would their dynamic be like?". Some of my favorite ships are me smashing my two favorite characters together even though they've never interacted once in canon so I can see the appeal 😂

I think Mota doesn't give us much in terms of characters, except for the Buckies, and perhaps Dougley and Crubbles, there is no pair who interacted and you thought "Them". We're living off crumbs for ships that aren't these two, and sometimes we have to make the crumbs ourselves 🥹

Then there's the whole Pilot x Chief Mechanic dynamic! I can fly this plane because you make sure it can fly and won't fall apart midair. I can go back up times and times again because you spend hours repairing it. This plane that you fixed is the reason I'm alive today, it brought me back to you. And then if you follow canon, you have an Angst potential that is through the roof 😔 But even without, the stress Ken is under every time he sees Curt's fort fly off and know that maybe, his repairs won't be enough, his bird won't be enough to bring Curt back to him. But then it is, the fort has bullet holes everywhere but it touches wheelsdown and Curt is mounting off, whooping at Ken and pulling him in a celebratory hug because Curt never forgets it's Ken that keeps him up and not plummeting down. Just think of all the scenarios of Ken having a breakdown because his birds and all his repairs aren't enough to bring his friends home, they're not flying fortresses, they're flying tombs but Curt comforts him, reminds of how many times his fort, Ken, saved his life (for OPwillcryiftheythinktoomuchaboutit reasons, we will forget part 3 happened how it did, but if you want to go that way you get The Angst fic and a heartwrenching tragedy)

Since they haven't interacted in canon, their dynamic personality-wise is truly up to you! I personally like little angel looking Ken with New Yorker hardened, a bit rough around the edge looking Curt, I think putting them next to each other would be funny (and you've said it... short kings 😂). And they're both ballsy, and confident so I think they could be a Power Couple, but they're also so sweet (Ken with the kids, Curt when Bucky was having a breakdown in part 2), they're fundamentally kind to their core. And they're both funny in their own way (Ken humoring the kids with the hot potato, Curt and his jokes/stories), so I do think their relationship could be a beautiful one 🥹

As to how it got popular, I think it gives these two characters room to grow while extracting them from the Clegan factor. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing Curt be a friend to the Buckies, but I also don't think that's all he was so I love seeing him be his own person in fics 🥹 Also Ken, my darling boy, had too little screentime (like pretty much everyone to be honest) so fics and ships like Curt/Ken really explore his character and it has the additional plus of exploring the mechanics'/ground crew's war, which was something that was missing from canon in my opinion 🥺

I don't know if that answered your question, Nonnie, so allow me to tag two people who I know ship Curt/Ken if you'd like to ask them why they ship it or what made them first see those two as a pairing 🥰❤️

@johnslittlespoon @trashbag-baby666

[swearyshera]

I’m sorry what??? You have a furry ex who (tried to?) committed murder?! Alice you can’t just share things like that and not give us the full story

Oh, there is the most batshit crazy story behind it. I'll stick it under the cut because it has next to nothing to do with the blog (other than to provide partial explanation as to why I'm like this). Cw for murder and horrifying sexual acts.

I'll also say, just before I start, that some of you may be aware of this - may even be aware of my involvement - so I'd ask you not to talk about me in relation to it too much. I've changed a few things about myself (including my name) to try and ensure a clean break from it, but I'm happy to talk about it still.

So... Cast your mind back to autumn 2008. At that time, a sprightly young 20-year-old me met a 19-year-old guy that we will call Steve (that's not his real name). Now, being woefully naïve and having at-the-time undiagnosed BPD, I was the sort of person who would fall deeply in love with anyone who showed me the slightest bit of kindness, and Steve did. He seemed caring, had a wild sense of humour, and genuinely appeared to love me back.

And what that did to me was that it made me ignore an entire truckload of red flags. His house was one level above a squat, bare floorboards and windows, no heating ("We can just snuggle under a blanket and share body heat") and I'm pretty sure he spent more money on beer and DVDs than he did on food. But I didn't seem to give a shit, those rose-tinted glasses were stuck firmly on, so I just ignored that stuff. There was worse, too, things that I felt a little uncomfortable with at the time and only realised years later were... well, let's just say I'd implore everyone to be able to identify what consent does and doesn't look like, because it's not always clear when you don't know for sure.

Anyhow, we'd been together about 4 or 5 months. He spent Christmas with me because he had no family to go to, I visited his house, played the "slightly bemused partner at the furry meet-up" role a couple of times, and things (at least to me) seemed to be great. Then one weekend in February, he mentioned that he was going to see some friends - absolutely fine by me, he did that fairly often and I didn't think anything of it. I texted him in the evening asking him how his day was, and he replied "Had a good day, but didn't go meet them".

That was the last message I got.

I didn't hear from him for the rest of the evening. Or the day after. Or the day after that. I got worried, because it wasn't like him to go silent - he wasn't even online on MSN (2000s reference!). And then I got a message from his aunty asking if I'd heard from him - that rang alarm bells. I reached out to a few of the people he knew, and no-one had heard a thing.

He'd been 'missing' for about a week and a half when I got another message from his aunty. She asked me if I knew a guy called Craig (again, not his real name), and I didn't. Then she asked me something that I can still remember verbatim to this day, she said "Do you have a loving family? You're going to need them, I'm sorry." and sent me a link to a news article. I clicked through to find a story in a local newspaper about two men being held for attempted murder. One of them was Steve.

The next few months flashed by as I found my belief about who he was completely trashed and flipped upside down. I discovered he'd been seeing multiple people behind my back, including this Craig guy, and I tried to find out what had happened, and what eventually came out was a completely other life that I didn't know about. I spoke to the Police about him, and was expecting to speak as a witness at the trial (in the end, thankfully, I did not have to do that). But the reality of what happened was fucking wild.

Steve and Craig had developed some weird-ass master/pet relationship, which led to 'role play' about killing Craig's parents. Craig felt that they were controlling and he'd only get peace if they were gone. In the trial, Steve testified that he thought it was not serious, although if that was the case, why did you fucking do it. On the night he sent the last message to me, he had been at Craig's house, made a show of saying goodbye to him and his parents, then waited in a nearby park. He played a game on his PSP to pass the time.

Later in the evening, once his parents had gone to bed, Craig texted Steve to invite him back in. Once he'd arrived, he was handed a knife and told to go upstairs and stab them which for some fucking reason he agreed to. Now Craig's dad was thankfully on the ball and wasn't quite asleep, and he fought off Steve and wrestled the knife from him, before restraining him and calling the police. Initially, Craig was thought to be an innocent bystander, but he was soon arrested too. Steve was charged with attempted murder and conspiracy to murder, Craig with conspiracy, and in court, both were convicted of conspiracy to murder (but cleared of the attempted murder charge).

If you think it doesn't get more fucked-up than that, boy, do I have a surprise for you. Imagine someone's asked you to commit murder - you'd want something in return, right? And indeed, Craig did offer Steve something. What, you ask? Money? A means of escape? Nope! For successfully killing Craig's parents, Steve would have the opportunity to bite off Craig's dick. I am not joking. If he stabbed some middle-aged people, he would get a fucking sausage sandwich.

So yeah... that's what happened. My life has been an absolute soap opera (although honestly, this seems a bit far-fetched even for that - but I swear to you, every word of it is true).

[hotheadrednecksimmer]

Favorite Crime - Struck by Love Legacy Challenge - Episode 16

Naomi was wishful for a good last year as a senior, but it looks like it was not going her way.

Isla Robles began talking badly about Kaito, talking about how he always wears his red pullover hat. All Naomi saw was red, nobody talks badly about her brother.

Standing up for her brother, got her expelled for a day. She was happy to sit herself at home instead of going to this new, lame school anyway. She was happy to.

On her day free of school, Naomi found this stray cat named Cosmo and brought him home. Ever since Lily Pad passed away, Salem had been really sad. She thought it would cheer up Kaito and Cosmo.

A couple weeks go by, Maeve is throwing her annual Halloween party! At school, Naomi has been falling in with the wrong crowd, she's able to keep up with her grades since this school isn't as progressed as her last. Naomi had been getting high for weeks under the nose of her mothers. During the party, Maeve noticed her daughter's bright red eyes.

Maeve: Naomi Anderson Kibo, Are you high right now?

Naomi tries to lie: Uhhhhhh, no?

Maeve could feel her face reddening: First, the fight you got into at school was out of character, and now this?? What has gotten into you?

Naomi: Maybe we should've stayed in the city! At least until I was out of school! And Kaito too!

Maeve noticing the amount of people were gathering around them as people were arriving for the party: We'll talk about this later. Go to your room.

Naomi: But MOM! The party? I wanna go to the party.

Maeve: I've made up my mind Naomi. Go to your room. We'll talk later or in the morning.

Naomi groans: Ugh, this is so unfair. You're so uncool.

Maeve: I'm okay with not being cool! Now go.

Naomi gets a plate of food and heads up the stairs to her room. Maeve sighs and looks for Star while greeting fellow partygoers.

Maeve: Thank you all for coming, year after year, this is my favorite tradition. As always, the party may be going on elsewhere, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here!

Everyone in the room cheers. They thank Maeve and Star for throwing another amazing Halloween party. A couple hours go by in the Library ....

Star: I missed you in bed, you zoned into a book love?

Maeve doesn't bother looking up at Star, intent on trying to find answers to her parenting problem. Clearly she went wrong some where for Naomi to be acting the way she does.

Star notices the lack of response and ponders for a couple minutes: I hate to be a bother, but my love you seem upset?

Maeve sighs and closes the book: Yes and no. You know how Naomi got into that fight on the first day of school?

Star: Yeah, I remember.

Maeve stands up, paces around the room before standing in front of Star: I caught her earlier tonight high as a kite in the dining room. I'm not sure if she was hiding from me or she didn't care that I knew. But she was high. Where did I go wrong in raising her? What did I do for her to resort to drugs?

Star: She was high? On what?

Maeve: I'm assuming weed, I haven't spoken with her yet. I sent her up to her room before more people got here and saw her bright red eyes.

Star: I don't think that you went wrong with her. Teenagers try things, they do stupid stuff, it's a part of growing up. Didn't you do anything wild in your teens? I know I did. I have a whole list of things I did when I was 14, Naomi is turning 18 soon. I'm happy to see her break out of her shell.

Maeve: You're happy about this?

Star: Wait, that's not exactly what I meant. She's always been somewhat of a shy girl. She's had the same friend group since elementary school after moving to the city. She asked you if she could date, you said no, to our knowledge she respected that. I'm not saying that I'm happy she's doing drugs or getting into fights. But I am happy that she's finding out who she is outside of us, outside of her main friend group.

Maeve: You're right, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you. I did things in my teens that would put Naomi to shame far earlier than this too.

They both chuckle. The space between the two disappears and they embrace.

Star: I love you so much May.

Maeve: I love you more than any word can say. Let's go to bed so I can show you how much ......

Star smiles: I like the sound of that.

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[nancypullen]

Not Dead Yet

It's me, the lady who used to spread nonsense far and wide courtesy of this blog. I can't express how much I miss emptying my brain into this space. I drag home after nine hours in the book mines and it's all I can do to eat, soak in a hot bath, and go to bed. I'm sorry to the handful of readers that I have left. Don't give up on me, this isn't forever. The reason that I'm here tonight is because this handsome guy just had a birthday.

He was born sixty-eight years ago in Washington D.C. when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. His father used to tell the story of walking around and around under those cherry blossoms waiting for news that his firstborn had arrived. That was back in the stone age when fathers weren't allowed in the delivery room. Although his birthday was earlier in the week, we'll be celebrating him tomorrow when the Edgewater gang arrives. I have to work until 2 o'clock but they can't start without me because I know where the presents are. He requested red velvet cake so that's what he shall have, and there will be gourmet pizzas (Jamie's recipes, Tyler manning the pizza oven - what a team!). Hopefully Mickey will feel the love and understand how happy we are that he was born. Of all the choices I've made in my life, he might be the very best one. While looking for an old photo of us to add to this post I came across this one. This was a few days before our wedding in 1984, at my parents' home in Florida. We were opening wedding gifts and apparently very excited about some flatware.

But I have questions. Why are we dressed alike? More importantly why are we dressed like WHAM?

Weren't they the guys who popularized wearing t-shirts under vests? I think Hall and Oates did it too. Regardless, you can bet that Mickey and Nancy were on the cutting edge of fashion, and out on the dance floor every chance we got. In hindsight, we look ridiculous. But the point of this ramble is, we looked ridiculous together. That's how we've gone through life since 1982. Now he's sixty-eight and I'm sixty and we still enjoy looking ridiculous together. Again, I'm awfully glad he was born. As the song says, he puts the boom-boom into my heart. Moving on. I'll work Saturday, I'm off Sunday, then I work three more days. On Thursday our plan is to drive up to Lancaster, Pennsylvania and spend a couple of days. It's just about two hours from us and we'd like to explore the area. I was excited until I saw the forecast for rain, rain, and more rain. I'm not sure how much exploring we can do in a downpour. Crossing my fingers that the forecast will change. We may need to change our plans if it doesn't. I'm off to bed, busy weekend ahead - work and an energetic six year old who was recently visited by the tooth fairy, twice. She lost her first tooth on Easter, and another at school on Wednesday! I can't wait to hear all about it. Is there anything cuter than a snaggle-toothed kid? Alright, sweet people, I'll sign off and go read until I fall asleep. I'm reading about shipwrecks (kind of like my life since we moved to Maryland, but you know I'll sing in the lifeboat). I hope that spring is making your heart light. I hope that whatever troubles you is small compared to what brings you joy. And, as always, I hope that you are safe and well. Sending out loads of love tonight. Take some and pass it on. XOXO, Nancy

[feralkwe]

in an effort to not succumb to a potential panic attack, i will instead focus on some fandom nonsense! i've had a little influx of new follows, almost exclusively people i've seen in the ffxiv tags and watched from afar for awhile now, so maybe i should do a little intro post.

i'm feral kwe (kwe means woman in anishinaabemowin) but you may feel free to call me just b. just a tired, queer, indigenous lady who is an eldritch being in tumblr years (my original blog started in 2008 or 09) and gets a little too lost in the blorbo sauce. the fandom i'm currently most active in is ffxiv, but i dabble in good omens, mass effect, a couple of the gay vampire shows, and have been in and out of marvel fandom. i'm a dragon age old, my first online fandom and the one i went the most hard in up until now, so consider that a blanket warning for the upcoming months, since i'm not sure yet where i'll fall into it again. for the foreseeable future, i'm quite happy in my ffxiv brainrot, and will happily go on and on and on (and on and on) about my wol, kit hareington given even a breath of permission to do so.

i write fic! i'm feralkwe on ao3, and have the highlights marked in a pinned post. i write original work, too, and have even sold and published some. it's easy enough to find, so i won't link it here, but if you are curious and want to ask me about it, please do!

speaking of asks! my askholebox is always open and i welcome people to just drop in unannounced. consider this open provocation to do so! i don't have anon enabled, and likely never will. my life is better for it. 11/10 do recommend as a life choice.

i don't follow a lot of people. i keep the number artificially low for the sake of not having so much go by that i can't keep up. that said, i do try to check in on the blogs of people who follow me from time to time. i don't really make mutual/non-mutual distinctions. since i block with abandon for any multitude of reasons, if you're here at all i already love you. that said, if you follow @yamisnuffles or @icescrabblerjerky you are likely to see a lot of overlap. they're my ride or die lifelong besties and we exist in a state of mutual whimsy that can best be described as 'lol ilu'. do with that information what you will.

i try my best to use tags consistently for things i know need it. that said i do my best to stay out of active dragon age main tags, and do not use any of those in original posts. the most pertinent one, the one i was asked to tag the most, and the one i've had the longest is #and that's jenga, my personal anders tag. if you need something tagged, please ask, and i'll try my best to accommodate reasonable requests.

i probably haven't read your blog description. i probably did not notice if you have a dni. i assume if you're here that i don't fall under any umbrella you desperately do not want to engage with. i do not vet the blog of every poster i reblog. if you think i've done something harmful, please give me the benefit of the doubt that i did so unknowingly, and give me a chance to correct it. i'm human, and so are you. i just ask that we try to be excellent to each other.

i think that covers everything! if i missed anything, like i said, ask! or just come say hi and introduce yourself!

[baronessblixen]

Hi ! The doodle art you reblogged with Mulder kissing Scully is so perfect ! Do you think you could write a fic about this ?

I'm not entirely sure but I think the art is THIS POST. It took a life of its own anyway. It's a fluffy post-ep for "Chimera".

Fictober Day 28 | Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 1,088

Yes, Honey

Mulder unlocks the door to Scully’s apartment, stepping inside with a huge smile. It falls away when he realizes that Scully isn’t standing there waiting for him. For some reason he expected her to be as excited to see him as he is to see her. Instead, there’s only quiet and no Scully. Maybe he should have called her first, reminding her that he had plans to come over once he was back in town.

“Honey, I’m home,” he says, taking off his coat. That must get a reaction out of her. The words sound wrong even to his own ears. He’s made the joke once before. But that was before they were a couple. It reminds him of the domesticity he briefly tasted in Vermont during the Adderly case. It clings to him like day’s old aftershave.

“Scully?” He asks, this time with worry in his voice. She wouldn’t have gone out, knowing he was coming over. Would she? He doesn’t even take off his shoes as he walks through her apartment. She’s not in the kitchen, the living room, or the bathroom. That leaves her bedroom. It’s only late afternoon – she can’t be asleep, can she? The door is ajar and Mulder pushes it open, a smile breaking out on his face.

There she is. She’s in her bed, sleeping diagonally with a book by her side to keep her company.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Mulder whispers, touching her shoulder gently.

“Hmm, let me sleep,” she mumbles, only half-awake.

“You’re not at all happy to see me?”

“You left me alone on that stakeout,” she says, peeking at him with sleepy eyes. “I had to take two showers, Mulder. Two.”

“I’m sad I missed both of them.”

“It was cold and it was lonely,” she complains and Mulder can’t help but smile at her. She must have put her hair up in a bun after her shower, but a strand has rebelliously snuck out. He tucks it behind her ear, happiness flooding him.

When Ellen asked him about his significant other, he considered telling her about Scully. What difference would it have made? He does have someone. He has Scully. But what she is to him can’t be compromised into two little words or a simple definition.

“The showers were cold and lonely?”

“The stakeout, Mulder.” She crawls out from under the covers, stretching. She yawns and Mulder watches her, amazed that he gets to be here with her. There was no question where he was going to go after landing. And not just because he left his coat with her. Though that makes it the perfect excuse. If she’s going to throw him out, he can just pretend he came for his coat. The way she’s smiling at him, though, he thinks he’s going to get lucky tonight. In more ways than one.

“I missed you,” he admits. “On the case. Working without you is… it’s not the same.”

“Did anything happen?” She asks him.

“Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know,” she says, touching his face. “You look… different.”

“I leave you for a couple of days and you no longer recognize me.” She playfully rolls her eyes at him while her finger journeys over his face, following its contours. “It’s me, Scully.”

“I know it’s you,” she says. “I may have missed you too.” He loves this new version of Scully. It must have always been hidden underneath her suits and her fierceness. Every once in a while, he got glimpses of it. Now he gets the whole thing. A new side of Scully he can’t get enough of.

“Not as much as I missed you.”

“Didn’t know it was a contest,” she says, pinching his nose. He laughs at her and he can no longer just sit here with his hands by his side. He has to kiss her. So he leans forward and does precisely that. She’s as hungry for him as he is for her. She’s pulling him towards her by his sweater and just as he’s about to lie on top of her, she pushes him away.

“What?” He asks, confusion written all over his face. He wipes his mouth, staring at her.

“Why are you still wearing shoes?”

“How did you even notice that? I was worried when I didn’t see you and forgot to take them off,” he says, grumbling. Cockblocked by his own shoes. While he takes them off, Scully gets up from the bed and he groans in frustration. So much for their making-out session.

“I fell asleep,” she said. “Have you eaten? I haven’t eaten yet. How about pizza? What do you wanna eat?” She asks him, watching him with her hands on her hips. She’s wearing casual clothes, his favorite outfit on her. Unless she’s not wearing anything. That will always trump everything.

“You,” he says with a grin, reaching for her. She squeals as he pulls her to him. She crashes into his chest, and both of them laugh.

“I’d like something substantial first.”

“You are substantial to me,” he says, proving his point by holding her face, kissing her everywhere he can reach. Her forehead, her cheek, an ear. He wants all of her. She smells like her shampoo and tastes like herself. He can’t get enough of her. He’s been craving her ever since their first kiss.

He bites gently into her nose, making her giggle harder. The corner of her mouth and she stills in his arms. He can feel her smile against his own lips; taste it, too. He kisses it right off of her, making her moan into his mouth. What Ellen said to him rings through his mind as Scully tugs on his shirt, her hands searching for skin she can touch. This is what he wants. She is a refuge for him. Just as she hopes he’s the same for her. Whether they have the classic, standard run-of-the-mill marriage or not. It’s them.

“You’re thinking too much,” Scully says, teasing his lips with her tongue.

“That’s not something you accuse me of very often, Scully.”

“You owe me dinner, Mulder,” she says, continuing to chase his mouth.

“Anything you want,” he says. Yes, honey, is what he thinks.

“Right now,” she says, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “I want you.”

“What happened to substantial food?”

“Later,” she says, shutting him up with her mouth. “You whetted my appetite. And you owe me this, too.”

Yes, honey, he thinks again, gladly letting her have her way with him.

[krenenbaker]

a couple thoughts about Obey Me / Nightbringer that have come up in the past few days:

obm lesson 40-8 made me BLUSH SO HARD OMGG. I'm falling harder for Lucifer every time he shows up haskjdhfs ♡

the outfits they changed into in lesson 41 are really nice!! Asmo's look is especially adorable!

the character songs are all so good, as are all the other songs! the remixes seem to be a little... hit-or-miss, though? some work really well (I think I like the remix of Choose Me more than the original, and the Question Love remix is brilliant!), but others are a bit odd. the remixes of Are You Ready? (the lyrics definitely fit with the genre of the remix - house? garage? I don't know genres of electronic music well enough shadfkj - but I feel as though the rap / surface rhythm of the vocals doesn't entirely fit with the instrumentals?), Crazy About You (the energy is so... weirdly low?? it really doesn't match with the vocal line. I also find the instrumental syncopation to be a little strange), and No. 1 (really, it's just that brief key change at the end of the song. the rest of it is FANTASTIC, I just don't totally understand the key change for only half of the final chorus) are especially curious to me

I have an OPINION about that little tea service / interview thing in Nightbringer lesson 2-15. it's a very small detail, but I'm putting it under a cut juuuuust in case it's too much of a spoiler. I doubt it is, but still...

I'm sure it would have been thought out by Barbatos ahead of time, but it completely would depend on both the tea being served and the type of flowers in the sugar cubes as to whether the plain or floral sugar cubes should be used during service, wouldn't it? the flower-adorned cubes would be beautiful and visually appealing, I won't argue that fact, but the flavours would also need to work together for the tea to be enjoyable

for instance, if it were a bolder tea being served, one with more astringency or smokiness, some floral flavours would likely work with that, depending on the variety. violet, nasturtium, or even jasmine may be the perfect enhancement in that case

but if it were a more subtle tea, one with floral aspects already, or a tea with an already established blend of flavours... the floral sugar cubes would likely overpower the tea itself, or may not even work with the flavour profile of the drink at all! for instance, the pepperiness of nasturtium or the distinct taste of rose would most likely detract from the gentle sweetness and subtle citrus and vanilla notes of a cream earl grey. instead of enhancing the tea service, the choice of serving those flower-adorned sugar cubes with such a tea would most likely instead lessen the overall enjoyment

of course, there is also the aspect of what else is being served with the tea, but that's a slightly different side to things, and is perhaps getting a little too detail-focused. however, Barbatos seems to be incredibly detail-oriented, so it's likely that he would also take that into account. I wonder how much of this is simply hundreds of years of experience and expertise making it all seem obvious to him, but I'm just not sure quite how much I agree with this specific stance in terms of new hires... specifically these two new hires

[sycamorre]

🏆 for Ledo!

[OC Memory Prompts: 🏆 —A proud memory.]

The setting sun lit the room from tall pair of windows, beams of warm light washing over the dresser against the opposite wall where a small, dragon-like automaton rested, idle and almost seeming to be asleep. At the corner of the dresser, Ledo stood in front of a mirror, making sure that everything she was going to wearing was as perfect as she could make it. Her hair was pulled back into a large, tidy braid, though a few stubborn curls refused to stay where she wanted them. Her usual bronze prosthetic arm and horn cap were both put aside and she instead was using bright, new silver-brushed ones that were specifically commissioned for this exact occasion, with subtle filigree catching the evening light whenever she turned. Unfortunately, there was little she could do about the scars that marred her face, and it made them both seem so out of place when that was all she felt that others would focus on when they looked at her.

But the most important thing she was checking and double-checking was her new uniform, which she was almost constantly adjusting, despite the fact it had been tailored to her. The last thing she wanted was for there to be anything out of place when she knew that she was going to be scrutinized by some of the most powerful members of the Twalan navy in less than a couple of hours. Ledo looked over her reflection, gaze falling on the patches newly sewn into the shoulders: the emblem of a Sergeant Engineer. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat, her eyes instead shifting toward the painting that hung on the wall over the dresser, the figures of a tiefling couple and child seeming to stare directly at her.

A gentle knock on the open doorframe brought her out of her thoughts and seemed to also alert the automaton, whose head quickly shot up to see what had interrupted its rest. Ledo turned to look in the direction of the sound and saw the familiar face of her uncle, Halthor, as the older tiefling stepped into the room. "Are you about ready, Sergeant?" He asked, in an almost bemused tone. He was also in his own uniform, though it was of an older style that was used a few decades prior, before his retirement. "I know I may tend to be a little late to things these days, but I can blame my age. Can't say the same for you, though. Is everything alright?"

"Yes, I'm… fine," she responded in a low voice, turning back to the mirror to try and smooth down any wrinkles in her coat. "Just trying to make sure I haven't missed anything."

Her uncle gave a light huff, almost chuckling under his breath, unconvinced. Instead, he moved over to join Ledo, a hand reaching out to pet the small automaton as he did so. There was a brief moment where neither said anything, where only the soft whirring of gears could be heard. Halthor broke the silence as he looked over her worried expression in the mirror. "Well, I for one think you look exactly like a young, successful officer should," he mused. A smile stretched across his face, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening as he did so.

Ledo met his gaze in the mirror, and she gave him a soft smile in return before taking a slow, steadying breath. "Thank you. I guess I am just… nervous. Captain Ralon made a comment the other day when I visited the docks that he was surprised at how quickly I was rising through the ranks, and that some others might be a bit… jealous."

"Hmph. Ralon means well, and there may be some truth to that, but you are certainly not the first to reach sergeant this fast. Not even close." Halthor gave Ledo a solid pat on her good shoulder, "A new promotion and you've been chosen to be among the first on the crew of the fleet's newest ship. This event is the admiral's way of celebrating those who have earned honors just like that. The last thing I want you to think is that you did not deserve this, fighting horn and nail every step of the way. You have every right to be proud of yourself for at least this one night."

At that, Ledo did actually chuckle, her smile widening. "Aye, and I have to spend it rubbing elbows and putting on a damn good show."

Halthor shrugged in response, starting to step away. "Navy politics, about as bad as house politics." As he passed by the dresser on his way to the door, he paused and glanced over at the painting. "And another thing. Your father would be immensely proud of what you have accomplished. Of that I have no doubt. And I also know they would both want you to enjoy tonight."

Ledo watched as he left the room, her posture noticeably more relaxed. She looked back at the painting as well, her eyes meeting the unmoving gaze of her father before she reached up to gently hold the signet ring she wore as a necklace. When she spoke again, it was in a whisper that only the ghosts of the past could hear.

"If only you were here to see it."

[lokisasgardianvampirequeen]

To Those Who Time Forgot

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Female Reader, Sam Wilson

Words: 1525

Warning(s): Violence, Swearing, Minor Drug Use (Weed)

A/N: All characters are property of Marvel I'm just borrowing them. Please do not use or repost my work elsewhere. Much love and I hope you enjoy!!!! Reblogs are immensely appreciated ❤️

Chapter Two

As suddenly as the command left your mouth you were gone from the warehouse, computer and documents in tow. You noticed a motorcycle parked in one of shipping containers with the door partially opened and decided to chance it. Hot wiring the console the bike roared to life and you sped off. I can't believe someone would leave a bike as beautiful as this in such a seedy place, you thought. Their loss is my gain I guess.

You arrived back at your loft in record time. Almost lovingly you brought your new bike inside, making sure to chain the fence outside back up. It was somewhat ironic. The building front the front looked reminiscent of the warehouse you earlier found yourself in. You had however strategically picked this location though. It was central enough to all the bullshit being caused by the rogue Flag Smashers but somewhat within their own territory that they would never think to look for you there if push came to shove. You gave the bike a once over carefully inspecting it. From your toolbox you grabbed a rag and gave the bike a wipe down before putting a cover over it. You made your way up the winding sets of stairs (using holographic tech that made them look decrepit and falling apart from below). You decided to decrypt the computer first, setting it up on a small desk in the corner. Determined for a little break and TLC you had a quick shower and put on some comfy lounge clothes.

You set up all your weapons on the coffee table and the stolen documents from earlier. You grabbed a bottle of wine and took a couple of blood bags from the warmer and made your way to the couch. You put on a show as background noise beginning to thumb through the files in front of you while sipping on your dinner. Most of the information was non-descript. The only thing that caught your eye was the photo of one of the men from earlier "James Buchanan Barnes, Winter Soldier Project, DEFECTED" you whispered to yourself. That definitely explained the familiarity you felt when you first set eyes upon him. Another life Hydra managed to fuck up and tear down, you thought sullenly. A small bit of empathy and understanding rising up in your chest towards him. As quickly as it came on you put it back under lock and key. Emotions served you no purpose, especially when it came to carrying out your vendetta. You trained your eyes back to the TV eventually falling asleep.

Defeated and dejected after a few more attempts at leaving the warehouse, Sam and Bucky finally got outside. True to your words they were able to leave after 20 minutes. Sam elected to fly back and Bucky made his way to where he parked his bike. It was gone! How was it gone?! Metal met metal in obscene fury as Bucky repeatedly punched the wall of the shipping container. What a perfect end to an already shitty mission, he thought.

The walk back did nothing to quell Bucky's curiousity nor sate his anger at Sam and Torres. For every question he thought he may know the answer to in regards to you, another three popped up to replace it. The most pressing issue he decided, what is she? Never in 107 years had he ever encountered another being without a heartbeat, without anything that distinguished sounds of life.

Furthermore he began to question his own abilities. Were his senses failing him, did he just miss the telltale signs of being animate,  too caught up in the rush of the fight. Although it had never failed him before and he was certain it hadn't this time, he was still dubious.

Bucky trudged through the doors of the compound, arriving not too long after Sam. Torres was tucked away at his desk in hopes of hiding away from the further ire of his counterparts. The men approached Torres, Bucky grabbing the last his expensive whisky before taking a seat. Before Bucky could further express his discontent Sam spoke. "So Torres. WHAT and I mean this with as much respect as possible, THE. FUCK???". Torres fidgeted with his hands before taking a deep breath, listening to the plates of Bucky's arm shift in the background as the scarier of his two friends clenched and unclenched his fist.

Finally Torres managed to speak. "The tip I received originally came from the DOJ, as most of ours usually do. It wasn't until midway through the mission that I realized it was a plant. I don't know if their intentions was to distract or to bring attention to what was left of that faction. I still don't. Whoever did this was good, better then good. I have never seen work of this quality since Tony Stark." Both Sam and Bucky stared at each other. Sam wide eyed and Bucky with an pique of interest.

"So what your saying is that even with skills of your caliber, you, YOU the best hacker and most technologically inclined person we know, have no clue how this happened?"

"I have been looking into it since before you guys returned. I have all my best people on it assisting. We will stop at nothing until I have answers."

"Well" Sam stated earning a huff of indignation from Bucky, "since you have a team on it we have a more important assignment for you at the moment."

Torres looked at Sam and then to Bucky nodding. At little less perturbed Bucky broke his silence. "There was a girl....woman, at the warehouse today. We need you to analyze the footage from Red Wing and find out anything and everything you can about her." "Is there anything I should about her that would help?" he replied.

Bucky pursed his lips in thought. "Terminator said this woman was something else. Dead apparently but very much alive" Sam all but shouted at Torres. "Dead?!?" Torres questioned perplexed. If his eyebrows could have become one with his hairline they would be. He almost laughed loudly, the only thing stopping him was still hearing the shifting of Bucky's vibranium arm, something the man never did unless he was extremely vexed. "Yeah, that was my reaction too. 107 years old and he has no explanation man" Sam deadpanned. Bucky stood up at this suddenly caused his chair crash backwards to the floor.

"And like I fucking already told you Sam, I am not the world's fucking authority on all things fucked up! Torres if you must know she was very much like me in terms of strength and force, minus a beating heart and can wield some form of mind control." Bucky turned abruptly taking his whiskey and heading to his room. Sam attempted to stop him and placate him with an apology. Sam realized he went too far. If there was one thing not to do it was make inferences about Bucky's time under Hydra's control and the amount of life they had stolen away from him. Sam knew how to push his friends buttons and well too. But Bucky had enough of people for one day, especially Sam and his merciless teasing. Sam and Torres voices fizzing out to hushed background noise as the two bickered on how to best track down the mystery woman. The last words Bucky heard were "Hydra experiment."

When he arrived at his room he rid himself of his tact gear in exchange for a pair of loose basketball shorts. Finishing off the last of his whiskey he made his way to the gym. If it was one thing that wasn't going to happen anytime soon it was be the reprieve of sleep. He worked the punching meticulously. Muscles moving and shifting in perfect tandem with every blow. Deftness and precision as he landed every punch and kick. By the end the only signs of exertion in display were the splits of his now bloody knuckles.

Sighing, Bucky headed back to his room. Under the spray of the hot shower,  questions and doubts continued to assault his precarious mind until the water ran cold with use. Pulling on a towel he made his way back into the bedroom. When he started therapy with Dr. Raynor he was given a prescription for medical marijuana after Banner had concluded that despite his unique genes, it would help to relax him. Reluctant he filled it in hopes to have any modicum of relief from the PTSD and nightmares that often consumed him. Ofcourse he had to smoke more than the average person but nothing was perfect.

Bucky went out onto the patio attached to his room. As a last ditch ever to calm down he laid in the grass and sparked up. He just watched the stars and tried to allow the stillness wash over him instead of letting it consume him. More relaxed than earlier Bucky made his way to bed. Discarding the towel he flopped down onto the mattress on his back. Quickly, for the first time in a long time, he fell asleep.

Tags: @mochie85

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[a-mellowtea]

In the spirit of Nitpick November, I charge you to nitpick your favorite thing about the show: the music!

Nonny, how could you? I have been betrayed! Bamboozled!

... Okay, but I do actually have a couple I can offer. Much as I love the music in RWBY, it is also on occasion hit-and-miss, but music being subjective by nature means that these are all purely nitpicky quibbles.

In no particular order:

· If Weiss gets one more mirror-related song that reiterates the exact same thing, I might lose what little is left of my sanity. There is very little variation in her lyrical tracks and it's frustrating as hell.

· Please, for the love of god, give your titular character (Ruby) a proper solo song. It's been nine years since "Red Like Roses Pt. II". · I really don't like Lamar Hall's rapping. It was fine and good in "I Burn" and a track like "Celebrate", but more and more it just feels like a jarring, unnecessary thing used to spice up songs that don't need it. · The worst piece of score in Volume 5, and dare I say all of RWBY, is the music under the talk about Semblances in Chapter 4. It's a stock drum beat with a painfully generic pop piano melody overtop, and it reeks of a low-effort last-minute "we need to fill dead air" inclusion. We all know Jeff can do better with his non-lyrical music. · I wish the leitmotifs for the specific Kingdoms had been written at the outset, and not for Volume 4's World of Remnants. This is a "hindsight is 20/20" nitpick, but Mistral's gets some good love in Volumes 5 and 6, we hear Atlas' now and again, but I'm not sure whether we'll hear that thematic material at all for Vacuo/Vale. It's a shame, 'cause they're really lovely melodies unique to each major location (besides Menagerie...). · Volume 8's album is a mess. "The Truth" should not have been its own track, "Awake" being rereleased under the RWBY label is a bizarre choice that was likely only done to add a seventh song, and there was a major missed opportunity in not having "When It Falls" be the album's acoustic track. In fact, there is no acoustic track. · Jumping off that last nitpick, the mix quality of the Volume 8 album is painfully subpar when it comes to the score, nevermind that it was barely edited and I am fairly certain the automation tracks weren't removed. There are some tracks that are more egregious than others, but the example that immediately jumps to mind is 3min 55sec into "The Final Word Pt. II". You can hear the fuzzy compression distortion on the drums. It ain't good. · I wish Erin Reilly had been invited to do the "I May Fall (Acoustic)". She did the original arrangement and vocals years ago. In a Volume with so many guest vocalists, she should have been allowed to sing what was, by all rights, her version of the song. She's not even credited in the digital release. · On that note, I really wish they did more collabs. Volume 7 was a breath of fresh air with the likes of Caleb Hyles, Adrienne Cowan, Dawn M. Bennett, Erin Reilly, Santi C etc. It doesn't have to be to that extent--from what I've heard, getting all that done was a hassle--but one or two per Volume to switch things up would be lovely. · I'm going to wait to hear what it's like, but I'm not really digging the sparse, synth-heavy nature of the back half of Volume 8 and what we've gotten of Volume 9. I do like that type of music, but it's so off the rails of RWBY's until-now orchestral-focused score, it's jarring. The last cue of Volume 8 comes to mind as feeling too synthetic, cold and disconnected. Which was maybe the point? If it was, I certainly don't think it worked.