#People are so stuck on the ‘nice guy’ when his anger wasn’t about that

[highonmarvel]

You Can Cry

Bucky Barnes: Biker!Bucky takes a liking to a sensitive girl. 18+ only!

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You wipe away tears as you impatiently wait for your ride to arrive, tapping your foot and hugging yourself. You don’t know why you always get so emotional, get brought to tears so easily, and your sensitivity slightly angers you, being irritated that you still cry like a child at the most silly things.

Your date had only laughed when you stared at him blankly, asking him to explain his joke again, and the rational part of you was sure he didn’t mean any harm, the rational part of you was sure it was lighthearted—he was a nice guy—but still you felt that familiar sting in your eyes at the response.

Even when you brought the night to a close, you refused a ride home from him, denying it so harshly he was stuck at the table for a bit when you stormed out, hot tears staining your cheeks, and you didn’t see him leave—maybe he was still inside and talking up another girl who didn’t take every little thing so personally.

“You sad, pretty girl?”

You startle at the voice and snap your head up to follow the sound, leading your eyes to a tall man wearing a leather jacket, leaning against the wall of the next building over to the restaurant you had stomped out of. He cards a hand through his hair and steps forward, and instinctively you step back, feeling an air of danger about him, darker than just a mugger in the night.

You wipe away the last of your tears and sniffle softly before quickly bring your focus back to the street, mentally pleading for your driver to pull up, too scared to fish your phone back out of your bag to check how far he was, and clutching your purse tighter.

He groans, “Please, sweetheart, I’m talkin’ to you.”

“No,” you reply, quietly, not making a move to look back up at his captivating blue eyes, a slight fear that if you look back at him, you’ll never be able to look away again. Or he’ll be the last thing you see, “I’m not.”

“You sure, princess?” he takes another step toward you, and this time you can’t muster up the courage to move away, frozen still, “Looked like you were cryin’.”

You grow irritated not with him but more with yourself, for somehow having shown such weakness to a man in the shadows—but how could you have known?

“I wasn’t,” you lie, finding yourself holding back tears again, begging any higher power out of the dozens believed to help you out just this one time and have your driver pull around the corner. The streets are empty and quiet, the only two people in the world you and him, and the only noise his painstakingly slow footsteps towards you, and your rapidly beating heart, “I wasn’t,” you repeat again, predicting you would sound more confident, but your voice cracks, and you wince at the sound of his sigh in response.

“Aw, don’t cry,” you gasp as he suddenly pulls you flush against his chest, caging your body to his with his right arm pressing into your lower back and his left gently gripping your chin, forcing you to look up at him. A smile spreads across his gorgeous face as your tears well up. You want to look to the sky to stop drops from falling, but you can’t, not because of his light grip, but because of that sadistic glint in his eyes, absolutely fascinating you.

A drop spills from an eye, and he tilts his head, watching it roll down your cheek. Your eyes glisten with tears and his glisten with delight, relishing in each drop that rolls down your cheek, as you can do nothing but stare up helplessly at him, paralysed by fear.

He leans down and presses a light kiss on your cheek, one you might have found loving if given to you by someone close.

“You’re so pretty,” he remarks, bringing his other hand up to cup your face, unconcerned with keeping you near, knowing you can’t move if you tried. He rubs calloused thumbs across your cheeks, wiping the tears away as he admires your features, “So pretty, doll,” he murmurs, gaze roaming your face until they land on your terrified eyes, and he smiles again.

“What? Never learned how to take a compliment, princess?”

You blink up him, starting to tremble very slightly, your mouth slightly agape. He raises an eyebrow at you, and you manage a meek, “Thank you…”

“Bucky,” he mumbles.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you repeat, just wanting him to let you go, at this point completely disinterested with where your driver is, just him to leave you alone.

“Now, won’t you tell a nice guy like me why you’re cryin’? Did someone hurt you?”

You shake your head weakly, willing yourself to just stop fucking crying.

“Don’t lie to me,” he grips your face slightly firmer, not hard, but enough to make you understand his determination, “Did some guy make you cry, angel?” he asks, gently.

Despite your better judgement, you nod; maybe that is the best judgement, to just respond the way he wants so he might just leave you alone. No, your compliance is only seeming to spur him on, as shown by a pity frown taking shape on his face, and you can’t quite place if he’s mocking you or trying to seem more empathetic in some weird way.

“No, a sweet girl like you?” he places a kiss on your forehead, “You’re precious, angel.”

You shift uncomfortably, unable read the situation, unable to tell if he’s just fucking with you or if he feels bad. And you don’t have to, because just as he pulls away to look at you, you hear tyres against gravel, a car pulling around the corner, snapping you out of your… trance, and whipping your head to see a white corolla.

“Stay beautiful, doll,” Bucky says, and he slips into the shadows before you can grasp it. Cold air rushes against your cheeks—you hadn’t realised his hands were relatively warm—making you feel more exposed. For good measure, you quickly wipe away tears before hoping into the car with a smile to your driver.

Your date texts you the next morning, apologises for upsetting you—even though he doesn’t know how—and asks for a redo, or a second date, kinda, he puts it. With a clear mind, you do feel bad for being so dramatic and overly sensitive last night, and thinking back on it, a little rude with how short you were being with him when all he did was laugh lightly, it wasn’t malicious. He was a nice guy. You’re still shaken from the previous night, but maybe a casual date will relax you.

You agree, and he immediately responds, suggesting another restaurant for that evening.

You feel very pretty in your dress as you enter the restaurant and sit at table. You had arrived only 10 minutes late, so maybe you should just give him more time to show up. You didn’t want to order, but the waitress seemed to be getting impatient, and so you order something light and ate alone. An hour and he still wasn’t here. Your plate is cleared away, barely anything touched, and a few teardrops splashed at the edges.

You’re sniffling in the corridor of your apartment as you fumble with your keys and stumble in, trying not to completely break down as you kick off your shoes and head straight for your bedroom, thinking that you could escape some crying if you just fell asleep.

You’re sobbing quietly as you enter, pushing the door behind you, not even caring that it didn’t really close, ready to flop onto bed.

“You sad, pretty girl?”

You gasp and spin to the sound of that familiar voice, the same words being spoken in the same tone as the previous night.

Bucky pushes the door and this time it clicks shut. He looks up at you, and his blue eyes catch the moonlight in a soft yet sinister manner, causing you to stumble back. You can barely see him through the tears blurring your vision and the dark room.

“Bucky?” you whisper, unnecessarily, seeing as of fucking course it’s Bucky.

He bends his head back slightly with a smile, “I love the way you say my name, doll. Can you say it again for me?”

You take a few steps back, heart racing faster than you ever thought it could, and let out a quiet shriek as your heel hits the foot of your bed and your fall back onto it. Bucky is hovering over you in a flash, one hand propping him up and his right slipping under your dress to rub soothing circles on your thigh.

“Did he stand you up?” he leans down, lips between your ear and neck, “He doesn’t like you, princess.”

You try not to let out a sound, but you can’t stop a choked sob from escaping, and he smiles against your neck. You turn your head away, but he stays near, his voice hovering just above your ear, “He doesn’t like you, and he can’t take care of you, sweetheart, he can’t.”

Despite your efforts, another choked gasp escapes you, and you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping he’ll just go away.

“You’re shaking,” he notes, changing his circular motions from clockwise to anti, “Are you scared, doll? Am I scaring you?”

“Yes!” you gasp as he kisses your neck.

“No…” he replies against your skin, faux-disbelief coating his tone, “But I won’t hurt you, angel; he will.”

He lies down next to you and brings his left hand up to stroke your face, “It’s okay, you can cry,” he coaxes, and you do, breath escaping your lungs in short gasps as tears fall and he wipes them away, kissing your neck and still rubbing circles on your thigh, “You can cry…”

His thumb slides to your inner thigh and you squirm, but he quickly stops you by harshly gripping your thigh. Once he’s sure you won’t twist again, he runs his finger up and down your inner thigh with a sigh.

“You’ll learn to love this, doll, but for now… you can cry…” he shifts downward and pulls your dress up, “A sweet girl like you’s gotta taste sweet too.”

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A tricky Pushing

It happened so fast. An internet hookup. He wasn’t even who he said he was. The guy was a complete jerk. I fell for his charm, but deep down I knew he was no good. Why did I let him do it? Why didn’t I just walk away…. He was aggressive with me, almost abusive in the back of his truck. Before I could do anything he had me naked…. After the one night stand he ditched me, never to have contact again, I tried to tell him but he ran, there was no getting him back. So now here I am, 9 months later. With his baby in my belly. 

I awoke from this crazy dream. This dream I've had for 9 months now. Hoping this time when I woke up, it wasn’t true. However when my eyes came open, there it was, a big belly hanging from my tiny frame. Ugh… I just want this to be over. Get back to the fun, outgoing, 18 year old girl I was. But this baby had to come out first. I went to all my appointments, and found that of course he had to put a huge baby boy in me. A first time 18 year old mom to be with an 11 pound baby in my belly. I’m so small I thought, I’ve only had sex once, how the hell am I going to push an 11 pound baby out of my tiny pussy? I guess I was about to find out.

After getting pregnant I vanished from people. I didn’t see my friends, my family, or even go outside of my house, except to the doctors. I just wanted to push this baby out and be done. I knew nothing about birth or pregnancy, the doctors said I should seek help to birth or even hire a midwife. I wanted nothing to do with this. It was too embarrassing and I had too much anger to cope with an assisted birth or midwife. I would just do this myself. I tried to end the pregnancy by pushing, reaching inside me and messing with things, hoping to break the water or something. But it was no use. The baby was inside me, and i had no choice but to let it grow….. So much anger, If only I could find that guy and take revenge…..

As I arose for another day of being pregnant alone, It hit me, A hard pain in my gut. I knew it was going to be happening. Finally i thought, I can get this baby out of me. Just push it out nice and fast, and be done.

These pains became more regular. A Couple hours passed. I curled up in a blanket to watch Tv and ride the pains. All i wanted to do was just push, but I knew there was no way the baby was going to just drop out of me. There had to be a dilation thing… right? I truly didn’t know. I stood up from my couch and pulled off my pants, shirt, and panties, exposing my lovely little body. I rubbed my painful belly a couple times and pushed like i needed to poop. This is how you do this? I think…. 

I pushed a few times, I quickly grew impatient. I carried his baby around for 9 months and now its going to be hard to push out! Seriously! I just wanted this to be done. I stuck my fingers up inside me. I reached way in as far as I could fit my fingers. I felt something bulging. Not sure what it was though. I decided to lay back down on the couch. 

Time passed, the pains got worse. It was afternoon, then evening.  Was I even going to have the baby today? How long does this labor thing last? Evening turned into night. I went to bed in pain. Awaking every 15 minutes to searing pains in my belly. Now i was really angry. 

The next morning came. I had been feeling pains for 24 hours now. But things felt different. The burning and stinging deep inside me was gone. Now The burning was inside my vagina. I awoke and immediately inserted my fingers. I pushed in a ways and bumped something. Its was membranous, squishy, and warm. I pushed in a bit more and felt something hard. Was this the babies head? Suddenly i felt a large gush, my hand was soaked and so was the bed below my body. What the hell was that?! Now the pains got worse… Have I done something bad? I thought to myself? I didn’t care. I walked painfully out to the couch and sat down. I was naked and it felt good, But my body didn’t, My vagina area was really starting to hurt. 

“THATS IT!!” I said aloud, “THIS BABY NEEDS TO COME OUT!”

I thought of him again. All this pain for his little bit of pleasure…. UGH!

I then felt like i needed to poop, and badly. I headed to the toilet and sat down. I pushed a few times and quickly realized it wasn’t poop, it was time for me to push the baby out. I made a couple grunts on the toilet before returning to the couch. My body began forcing me to push, it wasn’t very painful yet, and it felt good to push. Each pain made my belly tense up. I put my finger back in my pussy and pushed. I could feel something hard pressing against my finger about 2 inches inside. It must have been the babies head, but i wasn’t sure. When i stopped pushing it receded back a bit. This heightened my frustrations. I stood up, spread my legs wide and pushed hard. I did this for about 15 minutes until i could feel my pussy bulging . I reached down again and felt inside, just within my opening was a head, i could feel a tiny tuft of hair. I knew i was getting close now. Getting closer to being normal again, with no baby in me. Little  did I know the battle was just beginning. 

I continued pushing standing up for about 20 minutes, growing ever more frustrated that the baby hadn’t come out already. Is this baby stuck in me? I couldn’t help it, i reached down and felt inside me again. 

“SERIOUSLY!” I said out loud.

The baby had hardly done anything, not even a centimeter of movement. It had to be stuck. It had to…. But I didn’t know what to do about this. I wasn’t going to seek help… no never. All i wanted was the baby out. I sat back on the couch and pulled my legs up as far as i could, my big belly protruding out hugely in front of me. I pushed a couple times as a bead of sweat ran down my face. 

“UGH!! COME OUT!” I yelled. 

I realized that I could not see what i was actually doing. My belly was much to big for me to actually see my vagina. I got up and found my big mirror from my bedroom. I took it from the room and balanced it up against my coffee table about 2 feet from the couch. Now i could actually see my vagina. I went to push again. But caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror….. I took a hard look at my huge belly and by puffy pussy below it. I thought of him…. I couldn’t truly believe what his seed had done to me. I was angered once again. I pulled back on my legs and began pushing once more. I continued watching the mirror as i went. After about 20 minutes a tiny slit opened a bit in my pussy, I reached down and pulled my labia open, i could see the head now. As soon as my push ended the head disappeared from sight….

What the hell i thought… Its back inside! I had to think about it, i had held a newborn baby when i was younger that my cousin had gave birth to a couple weeks prior. I remember the size of the head. I looked at my pussy and realized….. How on earth is that going to fit….

Didn’t matter…. I needed this baby out!

I pushed hard again. This time the head could be seen with out opening myself up. I pushed hard an held it. The little head stayed there, until i stopped pushing…. Then it slid in. 

“Ugh!!” I said aloud. 

I tried again, once more holding the push, seeing the little head, and then watching it slide back in. Was this how it was supposed to be? Or was the baby already stuck? 

“Get outta there!” I said aloud.

I pushed again and reached down to feel the little head. How could i see it, touch it, but no matter how hard i push it won’t come out?

It was starting to feel like pushing wasn’t effective. But i kept going.

I squatted down holding the couch behind me. I could still see below my belly with the help of the mirror. 

“Mmmmm aaaaaaaa.” I pushed. I could see his little head again. 

“aaaaaa hhhhh.” Another push. More of the head. 

‘Come on little man…mmmmMMMmmmm.” A bit more head, about the size of a silver dollar was showing now. The contraction ended. Almost like a vacuum the babies little head slipped back inside me. I slid back from my squat and sat on the couch. I closed my legs and relaxed, sealing the baby back in my belly. I relaxed for a few minutes and regained my composure to try again. I squatted back down and began pushing. Nothing with the first contraction, not even a sliver of the head. The next contraction revealed a sliver of the babies head, before retracting back inside me again. One more push with the contraction revealed a bit more head, but not much before disappearing again. I became frustrated. Thinking about his baby stuck in my belly. He had it so easy… Now i have to push….

After another hour of making no progress i decided to walk around and push. Maybe moving around would trigger something to happen, or make more room for that little head to squeeze outta there. I grabbed a little mirror from the bathroom that I could carry, this way when i pushed i could see what was happening. I walked around the room, pacing through contractions. When a contraction hit me i squatted and pushed. I did this for awhile, Walking then, squatting to push, only to continue to see the baby slide back in each time. I continued this for a half hour. Finally i ended up back at the couch, full squat, and pushing more again. I began wiggling my hips as i pushed. Trying anything i could think of to make progress. It just wasn’t coming out. Now i was mad. 

I leaned back and pushed with all my strength, i reached down with my hands over my big belly and pulled back on my pussy lips. I tried getting my fingers in and around the babies head as if to attempt to pull it out. But it was no use, the head was to slippery to get a grip on. I was upset and exhausted.

Minutes went by, my body started basically pushing on its own. I had no choice now, there was a baby in me and my body was doing everything it could to push it out. All could do was work with my body and hope the baby came out. About 30 minutes of this passed, finally my pussy was opening farther and farther, slowly letting the baby come forth. Each push shoved the head farther into the opening and attempted to stretch my tight opening. Soon the head was starting to poke out a little bit, but my tight pussy lips continued to grip the babies head relentlessly. The head was now getting ever closer to crown, but still only the size of a silver dollar was really showing in my opening. I needed assistance to get this head to come farther. Maybe how the baby went in could help get it out I thought. I began rubbing myself and playing.

15 minutes passed and i couldn’t hold any longer. I orgasmed. The pressure was crazy as the orgasm contractions slid the baby down a bit more. the head was now pressed so tightly in my opening, it felt like i was going to rip open. The head was now so much bigger in my pussy opening. I pushed a few times but no progress was made. I was getting so close to the forehead of the baby coming through. It was so close, but yet the baby could still slip back in. I was scared to have to go through this again, so i constantly squeezed my muscles to prevent the baby from sliding back. I couldn’t bare the frustration of the baby going back in me now. It was so close to coming out. 

“Come on baby, get your head out!” I yelled pushing as hard as i could. 

This was the case for 45 minutes. Pushing with all my strength, making absolutely zero progress. I was pushing, my body was pushing, But with everything i had the little baby refused to move. 

“COME ON BABY!” I yelled.

I began wiggling my hips side to side and bouncing up and down. Doing anything in my bodies power to release the baby. It was stuck firm. I got up and walked around. the head didn’t move from its position making walking just about impossible. I pushed as i walked hoping for the baby to just fall out of me. But gravity was no help either. I went back to the couch and began to sit down. Thats when i screwed up…..

As is sat down I closed my legs slightly. I felt it…. The slip…. The babies head began retracting back inside. 

“NO NO NO NO!!” I yelped. “AHHHHH!” It was painful as the baby retracted. I watched in the mirror, pushing as hard as i could to stop it. But there was no stopping my body. I watched as the head got smaller and slowly disappeared back inside me. I saw in the mirror as my pussy closed up, sealing the baby back in my belly. I literally was flabbergasted. 6 hours of pushing and i still end up pregnant! I took a break.

30 mins went by. Finally i built up the courage and strength to go at it again. I pushed and things went faster this time. One push had the head in view. The next had the baby back where it was. Finally i made one more big push and i was at crown. Now it was time….. For the ultimate push. 

I dug my hands into a pillow, gritted my teeth, curled my little toes and push with every ounce of muscle mass that my body had. In one huge movement the head popped free. The baby began to rotate. The new push had the shoulders. Finally one last push freed the baby from the tight clenches of my 18 year old womb. I was done. 

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Pslspslpslsls write a Logan howlett x ftm or male reader 🙏🏾🙏🏾 breeding kink….??

hi anon!! I have been playing to write this since I'm trans myself! (genderfluid afab) I'm pulling this out of my drafts so I hope you enjoy 🩷

Logan Howlett, there are many words to describe this man most people will call him egotistical a narcissist, and have a bit of a stuck-up bitch with anger issues. Some people might say he’s the most violent creature they have ever met, is some of that slightly true yes but do you care not because you’ve seen sides of him you thought he would never show anybody. It’s probably different because you guys have been friends for so long and that friendship turned into more later down in life. You and Logan have been knowing each other for years it almost felt like when you met him for the first time he was some attractive hothead with a smoking and drinking problem with some form of family issues.

And you were right when you first met him he was all of those things, but as you continue to talk, he was a vulnerable man dealing with his emotions in the worst possible way. You saw how much she was hurting and would comfort him every day even though he would hate it, but slowly he warmed up to you. Quite nice seeing him smile and giggle from time to time you guys kind of just kept each other company. He would also worry about you a lot. He swore to you that he would always protect you no matter what even if you and him weren’t talking anymore, he would go out of his way to protect you. Later on and your friendship you came out to him as transgender.

This was one of the most nerve-racking things you have done in a while, but it went surprisingly well. Logan didn’t care he still thought you were you. He was happy that you felt like you could tell him and ever since you told him he’s been doing everything in his power to make you feel comfortable. After that, your relationship continued to grow, but while it group platonically, it grew romantically. You and Logan would hook up occasionally kind of in the realm of no-strings-attached sex because you guys thought dating would ruin the friendship. As you guys continued to hook up you guys discovered that you had feelings for each other and wanted it more than just casual sex on the weekends you guys started dating and everything changed after that.

Logan was very protective over you and always had been and you always help Logan with several things around the house and also dressing his wounds, even though he doesn’t need to do that due to his regenerative healing, but he always found it cute that he would put little Band-Aids on his wounds. Overall, your relationship is flourishing, but there was something that was still ticking at you and it would always happen anytime you saw Logan even if he wasn’t talking about anything sexual racking thoughts in your head that He could breed me and I wouldn’t say anything about it or He could hold me down and breed me, and I wouldn’t even bat an eye. In some ways, you thought you were going crazy because no way in hell that was a normal thought especially when your said boyfriend is talking to you about a failed mission and all you can think about is him ripping off your clothes and breeding you till sundown.

In reality, you thought you were good at keeping this kind of secret to yourself. you wanted to tell Logan, of course, because he was your boyfriend and there was nothing wrong with experimenting sexually, but it was just the pure thought of it all and how it made you feel that freaked you out more than anything, especially for Logan’s reaction. having such a perverse thought, like this one that constantly racks her brain for days weeks, and months on end wasn’t healthy to keep in. After a while of trying to suppress this kind of fantasy, you just couldn’t anymore you would especially think about this type of topic if Logan was away for a little while. You would slip a finger inside your cunt and circle your sensitive cock dreaming about Logan’s cock filling you up like some make-shift Twinkie.

Logan wasn’t stupid. He knew something was up with you. At first, he thought you were just going through some things because he would be talking to you and it would just look like you weren’t paying attention. When he would try to get your attention, it was almost like you had seen a ghost. He had also noticed you were being weird around him kind of like lingering and looking at him when he would be doing normal tasks such as cooking, cleaning, and even smoking. He noticed that you would stare harder than usual when he would come out of the shower the type of stare where it felt like someone was burning into your skin. You noticed the lust and desire in your eyes constantly, but he wasn’t ready to give in to whatever fantasy you were playing out in your head. He wanted you to work for it or at least come clean him about it. He knew just the perfect time on when you might confess he just wanted to give you a little push.

The air was thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and whiskey as Logan stumbled through the door, his combat boots heavy on the old wooden floor. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across his rugged features. He tossed his keys onto the table, not bothering to look at me as he made his way towards the kitchen. "Hey," you called out, my voice hesitant yet tingling with anticipation. "Rough day?" Logan grunted in response, pulling a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet. He didn't offer you any, which was typical. This night could either go two ways and you hoped it was the first option. "You want to talk about it?" I asked, leaning against the doorway, watching him pour himself a generous amount. "Nah," he muttered, taking a long swig. His eyes met mine briefly, dark and intense, before he looked away. "Just need to relax "You nodded, understanding more than he realized. "Well, let me help you with that." Without waiting for a response, I stepped closer, reaching up to unbutton his shirt. He didn’t stop me, his gaze now fixed on my hands as they worked slowly, revealing the hard lines of his chest. Each button undone felt like a small victory, a step closer to the edge you were both teetering on.

You always know how to make things better," Logan murmured, his voice rough with desire. You smirked feeling the heat rise in my face staring into his eyes. "That’s what friends are for, right?" He shot you a dirty look slightly annoyed, setting his glass down. "Isn’t that what we are? Friends?" Before you could answer, his hands were on you, pulling you close. Your bodies pressed together, the heat between the two of you palpable. His lips found yours, hungry and demanding, erasing any doubt about what we meant to each other. "Logan..." you gasped as he broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down my neck. “We’re just friends my fucking ass” he whispered, his fingers deftly undoing his belt. "no friend is gonna pleasure you like I do bub.” Your chest heaved with each rapid breath, your eyes locked onto his. "I want you. Right now." He grinned, a wicked glint in his eye. "What exactly do you want, my prince" Your voice caught in your throat, the words you wanted to say tingling at the tip of your tongue. "I... I want you to bend me over and breed me. P-please, fill my cunt until you can’t fill it anymore.” Logan's grin widened, his eyes darkening with lust. "Is that so?" he murmured, his fingers trailing down your neck, across your chest, and lower still, until they reached the waistband of your jeans. "Show me then. Show me how much you want it."

With trembling hands, you undid your belt, unzipped your jeans, and pushed them down along with your boxers, exposing your eager, throbbing cock. Logan's eyes flicked down, taking in the sight, and he gave a low whistle. "Fuck, you look good like that," he praised, his fingers circling your erection, stroking gently. You gasped, leaning your head back against the wall, your body arching into his touch. "ah fuck Logan," you whined, your voice hoarse with need. "Please, baby.” He chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. "Oh, but I thought we were just friends bub. Now you are begging your friend for his cock? How much of a dirty whore are you huh? Why don’t you learn some patience mhm? But his actions belied his words. With one swift motion, he lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist. You cried out as he slammed into you, the sensation overwhelming, primal. Logan pinned you against the wall, his thrusts deep and relentless, each one pushing you closer to the edge. "That's it," he growled, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin. "Take it. Take every inch of my fat cock.”

You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders, your body rocking with each powerful thrust. The world around you dissolved into a haze of pleasure, the only reality being Logan and the fierce, unyielding rhythm of his hips. "Logan, I'm... I'm close," you panted, your vision blurring with the force of your impending climax. He pulled back, his eyes fierce and commanding. "Then come for me, bub. Let me see you fall apart." That was all it took. With a strangled cry, you came, your release washing over you in waves, your body convulsing around Logan's pulsing cock. He followed soon after, his own climax hitting him hard, his seed filling you completely, sealing your mutual satisfaction. For a moment, there was only the sound of your ragged breathing and the pounding of your hearts, both of you lost in the aftermath of your passionate encounter. You could feel Logan’s warm seed slowly spilling out of your cunt. It felt so good and oddly comforting having your greatest slutty fantasy come true. Logan looks down at you with a smirk before speaking

“Oh bub I’m not finished with you I think there is enough space in that cunt of yours for more of cum. Why don’t you let me fix that for you my cock drunk baby boy.”

Logan says brushing hair out your face making sure he can see you. You look up at him with a faint smile nodding your head as well. Who would say no too Logan breeding you like a slut?

Absolutely nobody.

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Donnie can’t help but feel angry at this point.

At who, he isn’t entirely certain.

Himself? The mushrooms?

There’s just anger.

Weight is suddenly in his hand.

It’s his tech bō.

He slams it into the side of the fake Leo’s head as hard as he can.

The hallucination’s head and neck cracks sideways audibly.

It’s gaze moves back to Donnie.

“You hate me this much? Why? What….did I ever do to you? Why do you want me to be gone from your life so badly?”

Donnie’s hands steady as he hits again.

“Shut up! I don’t care if some dumb dumb mushrooms keep saying my brothers think I hate them!”

Another whack.

“They know I love them! I know I love them! Just because I made mistakes and can’t express my feelings like other people doesn’t make me a monster!”

An even harder hit.

“I would build, destroy, do anything for them! You can’t take that away from me!”

The bō suddenly gets grabbed as the image turns into Shredder.

“You think you can do anything? A pathetic little mistake, a blight on my bloodline talking so boldly. You believe you can hide your weaknesses with machinery, you forget how easily I destroyed it! How easily I can destroy you!”

Donnie is well aware what happened to his tech on multiple occasions.

Because of his failures, two people he cared a lot about were gone within the same day.

However, it was that same tech he created that gave them time to escape.

It was his invention that helped bring Leo back from somewhere that seemed impossible.

Maybe nothing he made was perfect or would always been 100% successful.

He’d make them over and over again to help his family.

Reminding himself of them also brings back the memory of Raph.

There’s a chance that the other component he had been missing was besides knowing this wasn’t real.

Raph didn’t only allow them to calm him down, he also chose to face his fear completely while thinking it was real.

He ha/ to do the same to have a chance of making sure everyone else was okay.

Donnie let’s go of the stuck tech bō and lunges at Shredder, hoping that the hallucination would just vanish.

It still surprises him that it works.

What surprises him even more is when he realizes that he’s actually going towards Raph and Leo.

The three all let out yelps as they crash into each other.

“Okay, ow.” Donnie complains, draped over Raph’s chest and part of Leo.

“That’s my line.” Leo grumbles, but not making any attempt to move.

Raph grabs and pulls the both of them into a tight hug.

“Raph’s never been so happy to get crashed into. You okay? Leo and I saw some….intense stuff.”

“Luckily I am the pinnacle of mysterious bad boy personas, I have my emotions completely under control.” Donnie says despite clinging to them just as much.

Raph can’t help but smile a little more at his reaction, despite the situation they’re in.

It’s nice to know he’s still considered a safe space after everything that’s happened.

“Don’t worry, Raph’s got ya.”

“….Thank you. There is something I want to say-“

“Hold on! I need to give you this before I forget.” Leo holds up the inhaler.

“You….still have that thing? You know I can just make one with ninpo now.”

“Maybe, but if you’re stressed and can’t breathe how are you going to focus enough to make one?…..Are you crying?”

Donnie hides his face in Leo’s shoulder.

“No. The spore cloud made my eyes burn.”

Leo pats his head.

“Sure it did.”

“I’d give you yours, but they’re in my battle shells.”

“They’re? As in more than one?”

“Obviously I have to have one in each or else it nullifies the purpose of it being handy in an emergency.”

Leo sniffles.

“The dust got in my eyes too.”

Tears fall onto them from above, making the two look up.

“There’s nothing in my eyes, I just love you guys so much.” Raph admits.

“We love you too, big guy. Let’s go get Mikey so he doesn’t get mad we’re group hugging without him.” Leo pats Raph’s face.

Raph nods.

“Let’s go make sure he’s okay.”

He lets go of Donnie and Leo before they all stand up.

Leo wobbles slightly.

Donnie nonchalantly leans closer to him, offering his shoulder.

Leo silently accepts the invitation to help him stay upright.

The three of them make their way further in.

When the spores made everything hard to see, Mikey scrambled to grab onto anyone he could.

When he felt nothing, it scared him pretty badly.

There wasn’t much to go on to find out which way they went so he went a random direction and just called out for all of them.

He felt so relieved when he heard all their voices together after some time of walking.

“Hey! You guys! I’m here! Is everyone okay?”

The relief vanishes very quickly as Mikey realizes the voices were angry ones, his brothers were arguing.

“You’re just selfish, Leo! Even after almost getting us all killed you still can’t stop and think for even a second about how we might feel!” Donnie shouts.

“Since when do you care about how people feel!? You keep building robots just so someone will want to hang out with you! I bet S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. died just so he wouldn’t have to be around you anymore!”

Mikey gasps loudly.

That was an incredibly low blow considering S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was like their nephew and, by extension, Donnie’s son.

“Leo! How could you say that?”

Donnie slaps Leo across the face, hard enough that Mikey could tell it stung.

Leo recovers from the slap and tackles Donnie, rolling around in a fight with him on the floor.

“What are you doing!? Raph! Help me stop them!” Mikey pleads, looking up at him.

Raph crosses his arms and has a look that makes Mikey freeze.

This was completely different from how he looks when he’s disappointed.

Raph always has that shine in his eyes even at the worst moments. While the saying is that people keep their hearts on their sleeves, Raph keeps it in his eyes.

That was missing at the moment.

“How many times am I going to have to keep cleaning up everyone’s messes? All I ever do is take care of you three and you’ve never appreciated it. Especially not you.”

“O-Of course I appreciate it! I appreciate you! I love you and Leo and Donnie and dad-“

“No, you don’t. Maybe you love Leo and dad and Donnie, but not me. I worked so hard to keep you safe and for what!? All it did was push you away from me! I’m the bad guy because I didn’t let you do dumb and dangerous things! You never care how hard it is for me to have to be responsible! I have fun too! I’m not just a buzzkill like you guys keep saying!”

Mikey feels tears pricking at his eyes at the tone and volume that Raph has been using.

None of his lectures ever sound like this.

“I-I’m….I’m sorry….”

“You know what? I should be glad you don’t want to hang out with me anymore. You’re annoying.”

Mikey’s heart break into little pieces.

Leo and Donnie stand up.

“Finally, something we can agree on. I’m sick and tired of you coming into my lab! I hate having to pretend like your dumb ideas matter.” Donnie crosses his arms.

“N-No….D-Donnie….h-he likes my ideas! Th-This isn’t him….it can’t be….” Mikey whimpers.

“You guys are being too hard on him.” Leo interjects.

Mikey looks up at him hopefully.

“Why even bother saying what’s wrong with him? He can’t change, he won’t change. Dr. Toxic Positivity only cares if someone’s upset so he can make them feel bad about it.”

“T-Toxic….? No! Please! I just want to help! I can do better! I-I can make this better!”

“You can’t cook breakfast, you can’t draw, you can’t skateboard, you can’t do anything that would make you useful enough for us to put up with you.”

“My arms will heal! They’ll-!” Mikey looks down in horror as he sees the golden cracks on his arms.

“No no no! This isn’t happening!”

The other three turn their backs to him.

“This family is a joke. Good luck surviving without me around.” Raph starts walking off.

“No! Wait! Don’t go!”

“Try not to fall into a sewer hole chasing after a pigeon with pizza.” Donnie hisses, going another direction.

“Please! Stay!”

“You can’t keep yourself together, let alone the family. Being in the prison dimension is better than being here.” Leo comments, walking away from the rest as well.

Tears stream down Mikey’s face as he feels something else welling up.

No.

He was not just going to let them go.

If his arms have to suffer again, so be it.

The feeling flows through him, through his arms and throughout the rest of his body.

There’s a weightlessness that comes to him he isn’t fully aware of.

He’s floating.

Ninpo chains appear around him before shooting out in the directions his brothers went.

When he feels one chain gain purchase on something, he pulls it back.

There’s the sound of quite yelling that gets louder as the chain goes back to him.

It becomes loudest when Leo comes into his vision.

“Wha-, Mikey!? You can fly!?”

“Where are they?”

“You mean Raph and Donnie? They’re fine, they were right next to me, but what’s happening with you!?”

Mikey just sends out more chains.

The yelling starts up again and only ends when Raph and Donnie are brought over as well.

“Mikey!?” They question at the same time.

“How are you doing this!?” Raph pulls at the chain around him.

Mikey wraps more chains around his arms, glowing yellow pooling in his eyes and down his face in tears.

“Stop it! You’re not leaving! I don’t care if you want out of this family! W-We’re going to work out our problems and nobody is going anywhere!”

“Mikey, none of us want to leave the family! It’s the hallucinations!” Donnie insists.

“H-How do I know that!? Leo and Raph fought so much just because they couldn’t understand each other! L-Leo was just going to let himself die! None of you can promise me that you won’t leave!”

“Mikey-“

“No! W-We’re all going to apologize! I-I’m sorry for being so annoying…..I-I’m sorry I can’t use my arms a lot yet. I’m sorry you think I hate you Raphie!” He shuts his eyes, making more tears spill out.

Raph’s jaw drops.

Mikey only calls him Raphie nowadays when he wants something especially badly and his puppy dog eyes weren’t working.

When they were younger, that’s all he called him.

“No! You don’t need to apologize, Mikey! I know you don’t hate me, you don’t even hate Draxum!”

Mikey opens his eyes again, sniffling as they stop glowing.

“I was so scared when you put Leo in your escape pod. W-We had no idea what they were doing with you, i-if you’d come back. I never worried about us not surviving before Shredder! Then the Krang happened and…..I realized more we could all just die! E-Especially you.”

“What….what do you mean….?”

“Leo put himself in the prison dimension, but you made him leave you behind in your escape pod! When Shredder attacked Donnie, you put yourself between them and he was stepping on you! H-How many times are we going to have to see you like that!? It hurts! It’s scary!”

Raph desperately struggles against the chains, he wants to hug his poor baby brother so badly.

“I’m sorry! I….I always thought you guys being scared was better than you being hurt or worse. You’re not a burden or a responsibility, you’re my family. I always want to protect you, and….I can’t do that if I’m gone. I get it. I promise I do.”

Mikey hiccups and removes some chains from him, pulling him closer to hug him tightly.

Raph hugs him back just as tight, maybe even tighter.

Leo and Donnie sigh in relief slightly at Mikey calming down.

“If you’re feeling better, you can set us down now Miguel.” Leo smiles.

Mikey stares hard at him and Donnie from behind Raph’s shoulder.

“We’re not done.”

[seung-mongmong]

Don't ask "What are we?" (part two)

I had some requests to write a part two to the seungmin fanfic inspired by I Like It from the new album, so i'm here to deliver! The part where Seungmin realizes the reader is serious about what they said, and he messed up

Warnings: arguments, fighting, angst and comfort, felix is strung along a bit

Word Count: 1.8k

part one, part two

It had nearly been three weeks. Three weeks of ignoring every call and text that came from Seungmin, blocking him out of your mind to prove you could handle living without him. Now here you were doing your hair and makeup as your phone buzzed next to you. You flipped it over silently so you didn’t have to see his contact appearing again and again. You were set on this, on moving on so he would realize he fucked up.

So here you were, getting ready for a date. After one last glance in the mirror you set your phone on silent and left. Maybe going on a date with someone else while you were still getting over your feelings for Seungmin was a bit unfair, but you needed to start somewhere. Maybe the poor guy you were headed to see would be nice and make you completely forget why you went on a date at all. You checked your phone again to remind yourself of his name, and what restaurant to go to.

When you arrived you already saw your date, Felix, sat at a table with a drink, and you quickly shuffled over to greet him. You took note of the freckles speckled across his cheeks as he began speaking, back and forth between asking about you and telling little stories.

He seemed nice, sweet and polite, and he seemed to be interested in you and what you said. It only made the pit in your stomach worse as you sat there. This guy had no clue you were still stuck on someone else, maybe it wasn’t right to string him along as a rebound. Your finger traced along the rim of the drink you had ordered, barely touched as your date spoke about his sisters. While the beginning of a rainstorm pattered at the windows, all you could think about was Seungmin, and you felt terrible. Finally, you tuned in just in time to hear Felix asking a question.

“Some guy is storming in, he looks super mad…what do you think he’s here for?” he asked, amused

You turned around to see, and your heart sank as you locked eyes with seungmin. You whipped back around to Felix quickly

“I’m so sorry, i need to-” you were cut off when seungmin grabbed your chair to pull it out abruptly. Glaring down at felix

“She has somewhere to be.” he snapped, before turning to you.

You stood up, rage flooding your chest. “Are you kidding me? I’m in the middle of a date, you can’t just barge in!” you shouted at him, and the restaurant went quiet. Your face felt hot as you took in the people staring in your direction. “.....go wait outside if its that fucking important.” you said, staring at him. Seungmin stared back, hesitant to walk out, but did as you said. You turned to look at your date as shame bubbled in your chest

“....i’m sorry about him- we'r ...ex's, kind of- its complicated. A lot of…issues there” you said quietly, moving to sit down.

“Is he why you’ve seemed distracted all night? The way it looks there might still be something there.” he said, leaning forward “I don’t know what's going on but you and him may need to talk”

You sighed, picking up your purse “i’m sorry this didn’t work out, you’re a nice guy-” you started

“Don’t worry about it, just hurry before the rain gets too bad” he said, smiling at you

You sighed when the door to the restaurant shut behind you, the rain already beginning to turn into a downpour. You turned to approach Seungmins car, cheeks red as you felt the anger build up again.

“Seriously Kim?” you half shouted, pushing his shoulder roughly

“You’ve been ignoring my calls for weeks! And then I hear from some friends you’re on a date with some guy? You can’t-” he started

“Oh save it, you don’t own me, I can move on if I want to, I told you we were done!” you began yelling

“Come on- just let me take you to your house and we can talk-” Seungmin put a hand on your shoulder, and you quickly slapped it off.

“For what? So you can get laid and run off before actually being open with me? Yeah right! I can get home by myself.” You huffed, but he grabbed your wrist before you could move.

“In this rain? I don’t think so, get in my car- you don’t need to be such a child about this, if you would hear me out-”

“Hear you out about what? You’ve made it clear what you want from me, and I'm not continuing on like your little sex toy!” You snatched your hand away, and began walking away before he could speak again

Your hair clung to your face as the rain poured over you. You almost couldn’t make out seungmin’s car pulling up to inch along the street with you as you walked. He rolled down his window and leaned out to be heard over the rain,

“Seriously? Storming home in the rain? You’re being childish!” he shouted in your direction, and you scoffed

“Says the one who interrupted my date and threw a fit because I wouldn’t go fuck you!” You shouted back, stopping to turn towards him “You constantly lie and say we’ll talk! You make me think that you feel the same way- that you want more, then you run away before I wake up! I can’t keep doing this!” You yelled.

His car door swung open so fast, you had to take a step back. He stepped out into the rain and approached you, staring down at you with that same look he always had when you’d ask to talk. That cagey, closed off stare, one that immediately told you he didn’t want to discuss anything. It made your blood boil, even after all this, he still wanted to be closed off and heartless to you. You puffed up, nearly shaking with rage

“Seriously? You had no right to pull the shit you did! I am trying to move on because all you want me for is sex, and I can't keep pretending I can live with that! You get off and then pretend we’re barely acquaintances. In all the time we’ve been hooking up, you haven't once even kissed me! If you just want to fuck then this won’t work, because I can’t look at you and act like i don’t wan’t more Seungmin.” You said. All he did was stare down at you, and this time you couldn’t read his expression. You wanted to punch him, standing there all silently while you poured out your heart. You almost couldn’t believe he had you so wrapped around his finger. You lifted a hand to hit him square in the middle of his chest as tears started pouring down your face.

“You won’t even say something while I'm trying to be open and honest! Please just let me go home if you’re going to be an emotionless asshole like always-” you were cut off when you felt him grab your hand and pull you closer, his hold more gentle than you thought him capable of. From so up close you could see how his eyes were watery, like he was also crying.

“...Seungmin?” you spoke softly. He looked like he was fighting with himself, trying to find the words he wanted to say. His hand shook where it held yours as he finally spoke.

“I didn’t want to get attached when this started, I wanted it to be easy and simple, but when you started trying to make things…more romantic, I freaked out because I didn't think you should settle for me. I know it’s not an excuse for acting how I did, but you deserve to know why, at least. And if you really want to stop seeing each other I won't bother you anymore, you deserve to find a good guy…But when you pulled away, I realized I do care about you- I want you around…I love you.”

You stared at him in stunned silence, lip trembling as more tears threatened to spill. You lifted your other hand to hit him on the chest again, laughing weakly

“You couldn’t have said that any sooner before embarrassing me in public? Seriously, you're going to have some serious groveling to do for putting me through all this.” You said, voice trembling, “You better be ready to take me on some real dates to start your actual apology.”

His gaze softened when you spoke, a quiet chuckle rumbling next to your ear as he pulled you into a hug

“We can start tonight after we dry off, with an actual movie night, no funny business.” he promised, leaning back to look at your face. He moved a hand to push your wet hair out of your face, prompting you to look up at him. You could hear the sharp inhale from him before he started to lean down, lips meeting yours in a kiss. You felt giddy, like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. It was almost like you were a kid all over again, experiencing your first crush as butterflies erupted in your stomach. He was so gentle with how he held and kissed you, it was nothing like the Seungmin you had over so many times before. When you both drew back he looked a little dazed, a light flush reaching all the way to his ears as he smiled at you.

A shiver wracked your body as the adrenaline finally wore off, allowing the cold rain to catch up to you.

“I think we need to get you home-” he started, ushering you to the car and letting you in the passenger seat. He rounded the car to hop in the driver's seat, and set off back to your place.

When you had both gotten to your place you immediately dragged out towels and dry clothes to change into, thankful you still had some of the clothes Seungmin had left behind ages ago. Once you were dressed and dry you let seungmin use your bathroom and began to make snacks and set up a movie on your TV. You hadn’t even noticed seungmin emerge until he slid onto the couch next to you, settling in to watch whatever you picked.

He already began picking at the tray of snacks you laid out as you settled into his side, basking in the warmth he provided.

The sounds of the TV did nothing to keep your attention, and as seungmin carefully laid an arm around your shoulders you could feel your eyes slipping shut as sleep overtook you, the slow rise and fall of sungmin's chest lulling you quickly.

You were asleep before you could notice seungmin plant a kiss on top of your head, quietly whispering for you to sleep well

[mysterious-ocarina]

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marauder!Sirius Black x reader

(A/N fyi, im american so i’ll prolly get alot of british terms wrong, or just call stuff by what americans say. Warning for calling sirius a massive whore many times)

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(2.6k words)

You are Remus Lupin’s twin sister. Y/n Lupin. Thankfully you didn’t share his monthly problem, though. People liked to joke that you and Remus were exactly alike, just different genders. That would be true from an outsider, but the Marauders knew your differences.

Both of you usually had your nose stuck in a book until someone *cough* Sirius *cough* distracts you from it. You and Remus were both studious and kept up with all of your grades. Lastly, you were both witty, sarcastic, and had a dry sense of humor. This is all that anyone outside the Marauders would see.

To the Marauders, you were excitable and loud while Remus was more calm and collected. You were known for being disorganized, which surprises people who know you have good grades. You were also easy to anger at any moment, which Remus only relates to when his moon problem comes  around.

While you were a part of the Marauders, you weren’t a part of their pranks. This was because you were the subject of the pranks. This makes you even more studious because you get the privilege of having to learn all the reverse charms for whatever the boys do to you.

You have mastered reversing any kind of hair charms, charms that change the color green back to red, and charms that have to do with writing. The boys thought it was funny to try and read your diary but only read insults in return. They begged you for the charm, and in turn left you alone for a week. You still have no clue what they wanted the charm for.

Sirius always seemed to be the leader of the pranks thrown on you. Every once in a while, if it was too much, Remus would stand up for you but that wasn’t too often. He enjoyed tormenting his sister as much as the rest of his friends.

Right now you were in the library studying with Lily for an upcoming test. You were searching through the pile of textbooks you had on your table, “Do you have that book about the Goblin Rebellion of 1880?”

“No, it wasn’t on the shelf when I looked for it. Someone else probably has it,” Lily replied.

“I’ll go see if it's returned yet,” you told her, before walking away. 

You read each section of the library until you came to the Goblin area. You found the book you needed but it was just barely out of your reach. You stood on your toes to try and reach it but failed. Just as you were going to pull out your wand to accio it to you, a long arm reached for the book above you.

You turned around to see who it was, but you were displeased to see none other than the stunning face of Sirius Black. He was caging you in between himself and the bookshelf.

“I need that, Black,” you huffed out.

“Oh, that’s too bad. This book looks mighty interesting to me. Might ask Madame Pince if I can check it out for a while,” Sirius fauxed seriousness. You knew that he didn’t need the book, he probably didn’t even read the cover. He just loved to piss you off.

“I didn’t know you could read, Black,” you quipped.

He smiled at your remark, “I’ll give you this book, but I think you should give me something in return.”

“What could you possibly want?” you asked, getting angry that he is taking away from your studying time.

He offered you a smug look before replying, “A nice long snog.”

Red in the face, you slapped him before seething, “Don’t you have a million slags? Go ask one of them.”

You missed the smile that Sirius had while he held his red cheek.

You stomped off back to Lily. She noticed your sour mood and your empty hands, “What happened?”

“I ran into a bloody twat is what happened,” you hissed. She immediately knew you were talking about Sirius Black. You both often went to each other when James and Sirius pissed you guys off.

You tried studying to cool off. You knew that you were kind of temperamental but Sirius just knew how to press the right buttons to get you fuming.

Not long after you sat down, the book you needed was floating down in front of you. You grabbed it before looking around for Sirius to yell at him but you couldn’t find him.

“What's that?” Lily questioned pointing at the book. There was a piece of parchment sticking out of the pages.

You pulled it out to show her. There was a moving doodle of a dog panting with some writing under it. You read it aloud to Lily, “You are paws-itively gorgeous.”

You briefly blushed before seething, “He’s as bad as Potter.”

Lily hummed in agreement before going back to her book. You briefly thought about crumpling the parchment, but decided to stick it in your robe pocket instead. There’s no harm in secretly keeping it.

Once both you and Lily decided that you had studied enough, you guys made your way to the great hall to eat dinner with Marlene and the boys. When you walked in, you saw Sirius flirting with a Hufflepuff girl who’s name you didn’t know.

You sat down next to Marlene before whispering to them, “I bet he doesn’t even know her name.”

“Careful, you sound jealous,” Marlene giggled.

“How could I be jealous of someone that everyone has access to?” you indignantly replied. “Every boy and girl in Hogwarts has a chance with him. Hell, even the Slytherins could sleep with him if they wanted.”

“I’ll let you know that Sirius hasn’t had a person in his bed for a while. He says there's someone special,” James teased.

“You’re telling me that the school womanizer has settled down,” Marlene questioned suspiciously.

Remus scrunched his nose before replying, “They aren’t together, but I think he’s genuinely interested in them.”

“The only thing Sirius is interested in is what’s between their legs,” you offered before eating your food.

Remus gave you a glare, “It wouldn’t hurt you to be nice or at the very least not insult Padfoot.”

You rolled your eyes, “It wouldn’t hurt him to not piss me off. Looks like we can’t always get what we want.”

Before Remus could reply Sirius sat down right in front of, “What are we talking about?”

“You,” James replied seductively. James and Sirius sent each other winks and kissing faces before bursting out in laughter.

“We were talking about this person you’re interested in,” Marlene clarified. “We want to know who it is.”

“You guys want to know who it is. I don’t believe it,” you quickly said.

“You don’t believe that I can be interested in someone?” Sirius pouted at you.

“I don’t believe you can be interested in a singular someone,” you replied. Remus kicked your foot, meaning he wants you to be nice.

“What house are they in?” Lily asked.

“Are they a boy or a girl?” Marlene added.

“I’m not telling you guys anything. I want to keep them all to myself,” Sirius replied smugly.

“I bet the boys know. I swear you guys gossip worse than Slytherin girls,” Marlene mocked.

“Of course we know, we are the best of friends,” James proudly claimed.

“He accidently told us when he was totally sloshed on firewhiskey,” Peter sofly informed.

“That would be a sight to see,” Marlene replied. That conversation soon ended and talk about other random things came up. You felt Sirius’ eyes on you all of dinner but pointedly ignored him.

The next day you were in Care of Magical Creatures with your assigned partner, who much to your chagrin was Sirius. You were supposed to be learning about the bowtruckles sitting in front of you, but Sirius wasn’t paying attention and was doing his best to distract you.

You were playing with one of the bowtruckles in your hand, this one named Kikwi,  when Sirius asked, “What do you even like about these twigs?” (in case you are wondering I got the name Kikwi from legend of zelda, its a cute penguin creature with a plant on its back. really cute but i thought the name fit)

Both you and Kikwi stared at him in offense, “First of all, Black, They are not twigs, they are living creatures. And second of all, I like how playful they are. I often go down to the bowtruckle tree to hang out with them when I need a distraction.”

Kikwi jumped into Sirius’ shoulder before pulling on his ear, “Bloody hell, that hurt.”

“Good job, Kikwi,” you offered him a little high five. Sirius just stared in a mix of amusement and pain.

“And then the little twig pulled my ear really hard,” Sirius complained to the boys in their dorm room.

“You shouldn’t have offended it,” James laughed.

“You know, if you want my sister to like you, you should try to be nicer. Also making her jealous won’t work. She just thinks you’re a womanizer,” Remus supplied to a disgruntled Padfoot.

“I’m sure the dog puns are just making her fall head over heels,” Peter teased.

“For your information, she kept my very romantic and well-crafted note,” Sirius replied, saltily.

“Come on, we’re going to be late for DADA. We’re going to practice patronus’ today,” Remus informed the boys before getting his robes together.

You were sitting next to Marlene and Lily, waiting for DADA to start. For the past few weeks, you guys have been practicing the Patronus charm. So far you’ve only been able to make a non-corporeal patronus but you’re determined to make a corporeal one today.

As usual, the boys shuffled into the classroom the minute class started. You glared in Sirius’ direction before focusing to the front.

Once it was time to practice, you tried to think of the happiest memory you have. So far none of the ones you’ve used have worked to get a corporeal patronus. You’ve tried the day you got your first broom, when you got sorted into Gryffindor with your brother, and even the night when you met the girls.

You thought of a memory but you were embarrassed to use it. When it was finally your turn to cast the charm, with everything you had you put the memory to the forefront of your mind and exclaimed, “Expecto Patronum!”

In a matter of seconds a beautiful bloodhound was at your heels, licking your hand.

“Look Padfoot. It’s a big dog, just like yours,” James exclaimed.

“Actually it’s a bloodhound, not a dirty mutt,” you seethed, before taking your seat and sulking.

Sirius sat staring at you in what must have been awe but you ignored him.

“What was your memory?” Marlene whispered next to you.

“I’m not saying,” you blushed. Your happy memory was during 3rd year.

You were going to hogsmeade with the girls and you ran into the Marauders. You all decided to head to The Three Broomsticks for some butterbeer. You were sitting between Sirius and Marlene.

“Look what I got you,” Sirius whispered to you. He offered you a long, white box. Upon opening it, there was a red sugar quill. “Red for Gryffindor as well as for your fire spirit.”

“Thank you, Sirius,” you replied. 

“I’ve also charmed it to write, but wait to use it until later,” Sirius softly told you. You gave him a confused glance but did as he said.

Later that night, in your four poster bed with the curtains drawn, you had a piece of parchment pulled out. You uttered the charm that makes the sugar quill write and blushed when you read what it was saying. It was writing down compliment after compliment about you, ranging from calling you beautiful to how funny you are. This was the first time that you looked at Sirius differently.

Later on that night, you were outside a little ways away from the whomping willow. You were sulking as you watched the tree smack everything in its vicinity, while the sun set. 

A black dog came up to you, standing in front of your face.

“What do you want, Black?” you muttered. Padfoot simply laid next to you, with his head in your lap, watching the sunset with you. You reluctantly took your hand and stroked his fur. He wagged his tail, letting you know he wasn’t opposed to your actions.

“Do you want to know what my memory was, today?” you asked. You might as well tell him. You knew he would probably just tease you about it but you couldn’t keep it in.

Padfoot picked his head off your lap and nudged your shoulder to show you had his attention.

“It was that day in 3rd year, when you gave me that charmed sugar quill,” you sighed.

Padfoot stood up and gave you a slobbery lick on your cheek making you laugh, “Ew! Gross, Sirius!”

By now it was dark so it was time to head back inside for dinner, “See you later, Sirius.”

At dinner, you felt Sirius’ eyes on you but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. You regretted sharing that memory with him. You were just waiting for him to bring it up and tease you about it. But by the end of dinner, the teasing never came. It was just a regular dinner with all of your friends.

You and the girls made your way back to your dorm. You saw a white, long box waiting for you on your bed. You opened the box to find a real quill. It was a beautiful, bright red color. You quickly grabbed a piece of parchment and let the quill start writing.

Dearest Y/n, the sunset in the sky can’t compare to the beauty you display. That day that I gave you the sugar quill is one of my favorite memories of us. The smile you gave me the day after to thank me for it had me lovestruck. Seeing your patronus today almost made me faint. The girl that I fell in love with has a patronus of a DOG. I know that you don’t believe that I could be into a singular person but I promise to prove it to you. If you let me, this quill will be the first of many attempts for me to win your heart. Signed, your favorite Mutt.

You blushed at the words written. With the quill in hand you made your way to the boys’ dorm and knocked on the door nervously. Remus answered with a smile, almost like he was expecting you.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of my dear sister,” Remus asked. You simply pushed him out of the way and walked up to Sirius who was sitting on his bed. He was blushing and was bouncing his leg. He must have thought you would slap him again but instead you leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek before giving him a big hug.

“Awe, I don’t get a real kiss?” he laughed out, while hugging you back.

You just smiled at him and teased, “Don’t push it, Black”

The moment was ruined when James exclaimed proudly, “I knew it would be a good idea.”

You glared at him before telling him, “Keep talking and I’ll make sure Lily never even looks at you again.”

James gulped nervously making Sirius and Remus burst out into a fit of laughter.

Sirius looked so good like this, so you finally did lean in and give him a real kiss. His breath stopped, but soon his brain caught up and he kissed you back. You could hear supporting whistles from James and Peter, and the sound of gagging from Remus. You can’t wait for what Sirius has waiting for you.

[lulutaylorsimaginarium]

The Chain

Summary: When the guys get stuck in a situation and hunted down by a drug lord. Frankie makes a call he really doesn’t want to make to the only person that can help them

Words: 1014

Warnings: “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the right age to handle mature themes. We handle our own triggers with kindness and grace

AN: Mind any grammar mistakes even though the story has been checked. The author is dyslexic and it is the wonders of her brain.

AN2: Sorry it's been so long. Feel free to kick my butt ❤

THE CHAIN MASTERLIST

Part Ten

The vibration of the plane reverberated throughout her head. They say a long flight was good for thinking and although their time in the sky wasn’t the longest, she had ever spent up here. It had given her too much time to think.

 

In times like these Gabby liked to keep busy. Insanely busy. Too busy to think about the pain and the grief and the why. Too busy to blame herself for everything but instead she was stuck in a giant tin can with a body lying next to her.

 

She would have done it. She would have taken him out but in the moment when Gunner was in front of her. All she could think about was Sebastian and how he would beg her not too. It wasn’t a lack of commitment, and it certainly wasn’t a lack of hatred.

 

When it came to hatred and anger, people were either fire or ice. It was either over extremely fast or agonizingly slow.

 

Gabby was ice.

 

If she could have her time over. She would have taken everything from him, including his clothes and left him to the jungle and all the dangers that lived there.

 

Maybe that was the reason she froze.

 

She still hadn’t cried, and she didn’t feel like she was going too. She had too much to do. Although her To-Do list was long, she had wished the flight to Canada was longer. There was something about being still that felt right in the moment.

 

When they got to the cabin and fished the money over the boarder. Gabby wanted to crawl up in a ball and crawl under the covers. She wasn’t going to move for a fortnight. She called it exhaustion because she refused to call in grief

 

She wasn’t ready for that yet.

 

She reached over and held Will’s leg before leaning in closer to him

“Do we need to find transport when we landed?”

“Should be three vans waiting for us. Don’t worry”

“Still have to figure out how to get it over the boarder without too much attention”.

“Disguises” he joked

“Glasses and fake moustache?”

“Mullet wigs”

“Listen, if anyone is wearing ‘The Tina Tuner’ it’s me”

“I was thinking the ‘Jon Bon Jovi’ myself”

“Nice choice”

“Gabs, if you wanted to leave the rest to us. No one won’t think anything of it. You’ve done enough”.

“You trying to get rid of me, William?”

“Taking care of you”

“I’m with you guys till the job is done or until the wheels fall off”  she smiled sadly “I’m stronger then I look”

“No doubt about it”

He watched her think for a few seconds. Watching the clogs spinning before squeezed his leg

“I’ve changed my mind”

“Oh yeah?”

“I don’t want the ‘Tina Turner’. I want the ‘Jem’”

“Reeeealllyyy”

“I really wanted those pink pumps when I was a kid”

“We’ll just need to find a pink ‘Tina Turner’. Easy fixed”

“Who’s ‘Jem’?”

They both turned and stared a Benny shocked. He wasn’t that much younger than them but Gabby felt older in a split second

“Truly outrageous” Will shook his head before Gabby’s’ laughter flooded the plane, even over the noise of landing.

 

#

 

It wasn’t like they had forgotten about the dead body bleeding out in the cargo area. Gunner had been right there the whole time but with the money was gone and nothing was left but his body on the floor.

 He was kinda hard to ignore

“Wish I had something to tie him to Rojas or at least something drug related”

“I’m sure there some drug residue somewhere on this thing” Pope told her magically appearing beside her “Who knows where Gunner got this thing from. Plus he’ll be on some watch list now the cops are after him”

“Just would be nice to tie this thing up in a big bow that’s all and get the heat off you”

“We’re almost there”

 “Baby?” Frankie questioned walking into the back of the plane “Was this you?”

“Was what, me?”

He handed her a leather organizer jam packed with papers. She stared at it confused as she went through it all. It was invoices and hand written budgets. Contracts, bank statements and job advertisements for chefs and wait staff.

“Is that a blueprint?” Pope asked gently taking it from the stack

“Seb made us a paper trail incase we get into trouble”

“He was always thorough” Frankie said quietly

She zipped the organizer up “Who’s in the first van?”

“We are” Frankie smiled at her “You’re the only one who knows the address”

“Head to the Saint Louis Moonstone Ski resort in Ontario and I’ll lead you the rest of the way”

Pope walked off the plane first leaving Frankie and Gabby alone. She didn’t realize but she hugged the organizer as she stared down at Gunner.

She had seen dead bodies before but it was the first time she had wanted to kick a dead body. She wanted to kick the crap out of it, she didn’t know why. Gunner was well beyond feeling anything. Maybe the kicking was for her benefit.

The heavy feeling on her chest, the one she had since talking in broken Spanish to the police. The weight she had felt, it was only getting heavier.

“I should have never gotten you involved” Frankie told her softly “This would have never have happened”

“Frankie” she chuckled sadly “You should have never stolen a plane and flown it over the Congo but you did. Life is full of should haves, would haves and could haves. It’s the ones you choice to focus on that matter”

“Gab”

“Losing Seb. It sucks” she laughed again because the words were too small for what she was feeling, it was comical “I would have never forgiven myself if I didn’t go when you needed me. If I lost you. If Rojas finds you. THAT. I would not survive”

“I love you too”

“I’m driving”

“Yes, dear” he laughed

He followed her off the plane and they both never looked back

[cricket-reader]

Everything Is Going to be Okay

Masterlist | A03 | Wattpad | Recommendations | Inbox

Summary: the team gets held up at a base where one of the members of the team decides to give herself up in exchange for the safety and freedom of her teammates.

Warnings: language, creepy pet names, past abuse/torture, abuse/torture, sexual harassment, sexual assault (not detailed), non-consensual touching/stripping

Word Count: 2,089

Prompt: Team Dynamics, hostage situation, take me instead, recorded message, rescue

A/N: day 6 of March Trope-A-Thon by @amonthofwhump (not proof read, sorry for any errors)

They weren’t sure where everything went wrong. One moment, they were in an abandoned base for some type of extremist group that they had never heard of before, or so they had thought, and the next, three members were being held hostage in the northwest wing of the base.

One member, who was assigned to the northeast section, had previous experience with this group. She didn’t say anything because she didn’t want the repercussions that would follow. Surely, they would have to go through a long process of questioning her to see if she was an undercover agent or not. It would be pointless. So she decided to save them all the trouble.

As soon as she heard things go awry, she separated herself from the group she was assigned. There is no doubt in her mind that they’re looking for her. Quickly, she recorded a message for her team. She had to explain to them why she was giving herself up. It was the only way to make sure that the rest of the team got out safely. She told Friday to deliver it to the team.

She ran to the southwest section as fast as she could. She didn’t want them to do anything to the guys before she could reach them. She wouldn’t allow that to happen.

A man met her outside of the room they were being kept in. He immediately smiled when he saw her familiar face. “Hello, nice of you to return.”

“Let them go, Charlie,” she grumbled, not up to conversing with any of these assholes. He wasn’t at all surprised that she was so rude. He didn’t even appear affected by her grumpy attitude.

“What are you offering in return?” Charlie smirked, knowing full well that she’d offer herself up. They were never able to break that part of her that was always so selfless. At that moment, it seemed to have paid off.

“You know damn well what I’m ‘offering’, asshole.”

He grinned, wanting to hang this over her head like a piece of meat to a dog. When she had left, she told them that they’d never see her again, that she’d die before she’d end up stuck with them again. Yet there she was. “I wanna hear you say it, sweetheart.”

“Take me instead, alright?” She snapped.

“And how can we be sure you won’t just turn around and kill us?”

“I’m not stupid. You of all people should know that. I’ll go with you guys willingly. Beyond that, I can’t promise I’ll comply.”

“Good enough for me, sweet cheeks.”

Anger flared in her every time he used one of those god damn pet names. That was definitely something she didn’t miss.

She was taken away to an exit before she could check to see if the others were released. Luckily, they didn’t remove her earpiece, so she was able to hear the group’s confusion as they were released without any harm coming to any of them. That was all she honestly cared about, so when the man held out his hand, she willingly gave over the earpiece.

The man was surprised that she complied so easily, but he definitely wasn’t complaining.

Of course, they had a sedative to inject her with when they arrived at the white van they’d be taking her in. She didn’t fight, as promised, when they injected her.

The men made sure to strip her body before they left. They didn’t want to take anything that might have a tracker on it.

When she woke up, she was lying on a standard cot in a cell. She sighed but didn’t make any movement. There was no point in getting up.

It seemed like hours before the door was opened. She didn’t even bother to look at who entered. She didn’t care.

“Glad to have you back, pretty thing.”

Her gut twisted hearing the voice she never wanted to hear again. An onslaught of memories that she had tried her hardest to erase from her mind came flooding back.

No matter what, she wouldn’t let him see that something as simple as his voice had affected her. She had to stay strong for the sake of her dignity. He would only be satisfied if he knew what effect he had on her anyway. And she absolutely refused to give him any more satisfaction than having her back already did.

“I missed you,” he sincerely said, “I missed the feeling of your body against mine.”

She didn’t respond. She just lied still on her back, looking at the ceiling.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be like that, baby.” He moved to sit next to her on the bed. “I know at least a part of you missed me too.”

She internally scoffed. In his dreams, she thought. She always knew that man was deranged. That only proves her point. Who on earth would ever miss the man that repeatedly raped them? She didn’t have Stockholm syndrome.

She didn’t even flinch when his hand found her calf. She just closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself for whatever he was going to do to her.

It was as horrible as she remembered it being. During the time she was held down to the bed as he assaulted her, she stared off, focusing on a spot on the ceiling. She didn’t cry unlike the first few times. She had no tears left to cry. Not after everything she had been through.

When he left the room she felt like a shell of herself. She was on the road to recovery. She had just begun to receive touch from her teammates, who never so once showed any bad intentions, without dissociating. All of the progress she made on her own without the help of anyone was flushed down the toilet. It had taken her so damn long to recover and she was back to square one. It wasn’t fair. Not in the slightest.

The next time the door opened, Charlie had some food for her. She didn’t sit up. She just lied there, staring at the same spot on the ceiling. Even when he threatened to take away her food, she didn’t move. She knew that Charlie’s threats were empty anyway.

He would never allow anyone but himself to keep food from her. He was the only one allowed to touch her, the only one to allow her to have clothes or blankets. He was in charge of her. Everything she got was from him.

She supposed that she should be grateful. She was being fed well and taken care of. He could have beat her and starved her until she was on the brink of death.

But he didn’t.

He loved her. In his own sick, twisted way, he loved her.

Unfortunately for him, she didn’t give a shit about his feelings. He could treat her like a princess and apologise until he turned blue and she still wouldn’t forgive him. He didn’t deserve forgiveness.

She turned her head to look at what food he had offered her today. Charlie had left, she couldn’t tell you when he had, but she was alone again. Being alone there was a relief. It was the only time she truly allowed herself to have any emotions or reactions.

Sitting up, she winced at the uncomfortable feeling in her gut. She hadn’t felt that for such a long time. She had almost forgotten what it was like.

There was a bowl of soup on the tray. Wild rice soup. There was a dinner roll and a salad for her as well. He had even gone all out and got her a dessert. Sure it was just a simple fun sized candy bar, but she never usually got anything sweet unless she did something really good. It was probably a welcome back gift, she mused.

Picking up the tray, she placed it on her lap before digging in. She was able to stomach the food despite what had just transpired mostly because she had grown accustomed to it all those years she had been trapped with him. Even though she hadn’t been with him for years, everything was still ingrained into her brain. It was as if she took a very nice extended vacation from this treacherous place. She only wished it could have been longer.

The next day was marked by Charlie bringing her breakfast. She was glad that he didn’t decide to join her as he used to do. She didn’t think she’d be able to stomach eating around him that time around.

The whole day passed by pretty uneventfully. There’s not much to do when you’re trapped in a room with nothing to occupy your time with, after all.

She didn’t want to keep track of the time she spent there because it was too depressing, but she knew that a lot of time had passed. He had come into her room plenty of times for his own entertainment. Whether it be by using her body or just simply attempting to have a conversation with her unwilling self, he managed to find time every day to visit her at least once.

She wondered how the team was doing in her moments alone. Briefly she had wondered if they might be searching for her, but she brushed off the idea. She didn’t know why they’d bother. After all, she did give herself up—even if it was for the greater good.

After a session of abuse that had been particularly rough, she was exhausted. Sleep pulled her into unconsciousness almost as soon as she was alone.

It didn’t feel long until she was woken up by the door opening. That time, however, was different. Instead of the calm way that both him and Charlie used, this was rushed; frantic.

The door slammed against the wall, probably making a dent if she had to guess. She tried not to move, but she couldn’t help but to flinch. Memories of past experience told her that whatever was in store wasn’t good.

If he ever slammed the door open, he had usually been pissed off. And that meant he’d take his anger out on her. She’d remember the bruises that he would leave on her body after days like that. It made a shiver run up her spine.

Her heart skipped a beat when she heard a metallic voice say “I found her.”

Sitting up, she had seen Tony wearing his latest suit. He retracted the mask and rushed to her side.

He was so relieved to find that she had no fatal injuries. The team had feared the worst when she had disappeared, only her suit and comms left behind. But she was alive. Alive and well, so it seemed.

“Nat, bring the go bag to my location,” Tony ordered, checking their surroundings. There were no visible torture devices in the room which was a bit of a relief.

“You’re not hurt anywhere are you?” Tony asked, looking over her body once more, that time a bit more closely. His heart stopped and his face paled seeing a white substance between her legs. There were fresh bruises on her hips that made his gut twist in the most unpleasant way. They should have found her sooner.

“I’m fine, Tony,” she murmured, placing her hand on his forearm. It was both a relief and a great stressor that he knew the truth at last. She had never told anyone because she didn’t want to be viewed as weak, or lesser than everyone else on the team. But not having to keep such a prevalent part of her life a secret lifted a weight off of her shoulders.

Natasha came into the room soon after with a duffle in hand. She unzipped it and grabbed out some clothes for her to wear before they left in the Quinjet. Tony left, not wanting to invade her privacy any more than he already had. Plus, he figured Natasha would be best equipped to handle the situation.

“He can’t hurt you anymore,” Natasha assured her after she got dressed, holding out her arms out in case she wanted some physical comfort. She didn’t expect it, but it would be better to offer than not.

She crashed into Natasha’s arms, finally letting years of unshed tears fall from her eyes.

Natasha soothingly rubbed her back as she sobbed into her chest. Tears came to her own eyes as she whispered words of affirmation to her.

“Everything is going to be okay.”

[irisinthemoon]

Until I Found You, Pt. 5

[Pt. 1], [Pt. 2], [Pt. 3], [Pt. 4], [Pt. 5], [Pt. 6]

Warning: F!reader, little but of angst, mentions of Rollo's brother, will have a scene from the movie 'The Hunchback of Notre Dame' but at the very beginning, nothing to detailed. long shopping trips, fluff

Characters: Rollo, Eliott (Oc), Jules (Oc), characters from 'The Hunchback of Notre Dame', one or two random Oc's

Summery: With only a day left for the week long festival to begin, you go help Rollo with a few last minutes preparation along with buying outfits for the closing ball. However, a weird vision leaves you perplex and worried.

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Where were you? One moment you had been chatting with Rollo as you helped him plant a few purple flowers in preparation for the Masquerade. The next, you found your mind drifting into a hazy enclosure, bringing you here, standing in what seemed to be the City of Flowers but older. You could see the Bell of Salvation in all its glory, even the familiar path you took with Rollo to go into the city was there.

Frowning, you tried to move your body, but it remained stuck in the same place. You couldn’t even speak or call out to anyone. Suddenly, the image of the city shifted to the inside of the Bell Tower, where you and Rollo ate breakfast every day. 

To your surprise, this time, someone was there in contrast to when you first appeared into the gray and white City of Flowers. It was a young man, he had a hunched back and it was clear he looked different from other people you have met. He was wearing a tunic of sorts, hair cut in a way that covered his face with his bangs. He was gazing at the city below, a whimsical smile on his face. 

You smiled at that, it was nice seeing others appreciate the city you have grown to love. 

But just as quick the smile went away when a man, older from what you could tell, walked into the room. His face was contorted in a permanent scowl, as if he had taken a bite out of a lemon and the taste never left. Immediately you felt something off about him. 

“Remember what I taught you, Quasimodo. You are deformed.”

“I am deformed.”

“And you are ugly”

“And I am ugly.”

Anger formed in your chest, the way this man was talking to the other boy, Quasimodo was just horrible. But no one deserved to be treated this way, especially for things that they had no control over. Everyone was different in their own ways, but that didn’t make them worth any less then others. 

Once again you tried to speak, but your mouth would not do so, even your body remained motionless. You could only watch helplessly as Quasimodo was berated. Just as the older guy finished, the black and white images in front of you once again became hazy. A wave of dizziness took over your body, causing you to stagger forward and into a pit of darkness.

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“{name]...[name]....[name!]”

Snapping your eyes open, you gasp in surprise. The colorful flowers and banners greeted your sights instead of the gray and blacks from before. Just beyond, you could see the Bell Tower, no sight of Quasimodo. The familiar cool hands you have come to welcome pull you out of your thoughts.

Green invades your vision, worried eyes stare at you for a moment, the flowers that Rollo had been planting momentarily forgotten. “[Name], are you alright? You were staring into empty space for a while.” He asked, holding your shoulders in a gentle grip. Swallowing the lump on your throat, you nod meekly. 

“Y-Yeah, just thinking about something…” You trailed off, not knowing what else to say. Rollo frowns, worry begins showing into his face more clearly. He places the palm of his hand to your forehead, “You don’t feel warm, can you stand up?” You nodded, and with his help rose to your feet. “Let’s go inside and take a break, I can always send someone else to take care of this.” 

It wasn’t heat that affected you, this you knew because you weren’t even wearing the school’s uniform. Because of the warm day, you decided to just wear the gym’s uniform much like Rollo was doing now. The gym uniform allowed you to keep cool and not overheat. 

“I’m fine Rollo, really, just a little disoriented. It’s been a while since I came outside properly.” You try to give him one of your usual smiles, but you can tell it isn’t working. He still looks worried, something in your chest flips. “I’ve been cooped up in my room for almost the entire week trying to finish off Prince Malleus’s costume, just this morning I managed to finish his hat.”

“You should have told me if it was going to take you this long to finish, I would have sent over people to help you.” You shake your head, “It’s fine! I volunteer for the job anyways! Plus, the important thing is that I finished it on time.” Pulling his purple handkerchief out of his black pant pockets, Rollo covers the lower part of his face.  

“You should not put your health at risk for someone like Draconia,” Then, he takes a piece of your hair and fiddles with it. “Take care of yourself, I know I have told you this more than once but please be careful, things here aren't the same as they were in your old world.” Placing the piece of hair behind your ear, he sighs. 

You pressed your lips together, should you tell him what you saw? You wanted to but, you also weren’t sure how he would react to it. Heck, you didn’t even know what it was or what it meant. For all you knew, it could be just your tired mind playing tricks on you. Taking hold of his hand before he fully pull away, you grasp it into both your hands and really give him a genuine smile. 

“I’m fine Rollo, really. I just needed to catch fresh air and as I mentioned, I was just thinking about the festivities and let my mind drift away.” Giving a gentle squeeze, you let go and crouched down to pick up the flowers you were planting earlier. Rollo stays quiet, a light blush on his cheeks which you right off as the heat of the sun has its effects on him.

“C’mon, let's finish planting these flowers so we can spend the rest of our Sunday choosing a costume for the Masquerade ball. I wanna be able to hang out with Jules, Eliott, and you.” Digging a fresh hole for the flowers, you hum in delight. You hear how Rollo sighs but follows your steps. 

The vision you saw nagging at the back of your mind.

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Frowning, you sigh and shake your head. No, that one didn’t fit at all. Placing the dress back you keep browsing the gown section. Rollo was a few feet away with Jules as both of them looked at different Masquerade outfits. Eliott was with you, he had already selected his outfit and was currently helping you choose a dress. 

After the two of you finished planting the flowers, you insisted on taking a quick shower in order to go to the city’s boutique with Jules and Eliott to pick a costume for the ball. Now the four of you found yourselves here, spending the rest of your Sunday evening before being flooded with duties tomorrow with the welcoming ceremony and performances. 

Tomorrow was the start of the one week celebration that ended with a Masquerade Ball to end it. You were a little nervous, after all, this was your first Masquerade, not just here at NBC but in your entire life. You may be the daughter of famous people, but they hardly let you go out anywhere.

And even if you could, you had no friends to go with.

“So, enjoyed your little date with Mr. President?” Startled, you turn to glare at Eliott who had a shit eating smirk. “Fuck! Don’t sneak on me like that!”

“Language.” Rollo’s warning voice is directed to the two of you, his eyes looking at the two costumes Jules is holding. You don’t need him looking towards your direction to know he is directing that more towards you. You chuckle nervously and nod, even if he didn’t see it, and turn back to Eliott.

“We didn’t have a date. I saw him planting flowers by himself and decided to be a good student and friend by helping him.” You stated, crossing your arms over your chest. Eliott continued to smirk, clearly not believing you. 

“Sure, whatever you say Mrs. Flamm.” 

You hit him with one of the hand fans nearby. Face full-blown red, you casted a look over your shoulder to ensure that Rollo and Jules were facing the other direction before hitting Eliott again, this time harder. “Shut it! I don’t need him to hear that!”

“Aw, c’mon [name]! It’s so clear you both like each other!”

“Just because I like him doesn't mean he shares those feelings!” 

Rollo saw you as a friend, you were sure of it. He was open about his emotions to not only you but to also Jules and Eliott. You were no special exception, plus, from what Jules told you; Rollo didn’t have any other friends other than the two of them before coming here. You had been added into his circle because he was helping you in your stay in Twisted Wonderland. 

It had not been intentional to fall for him. At the beginning you saw him as a good classmate, someone who was responsible and was willing to help you despite not knowing who you were. Then you started to see him as a friend, someone you could count in despite him being busy with his own stuff. He always lended a helping hand and never asked for anything in return.

You didn’t know when you started to think of him as more than a friend. You had no clue when admiring his skills turned into admiring him in general. Or how you would wait for him to walk to class, eat together, even borrowing his sweaters and shirts. 

Eliott groaned, “Great Seven, you have that lovey dovey look on your face.” He pokes your cheek, “You only get that look on your face when talking or thinking of Rollo.” Swatting his hand away, you sigh and go back to the dresses. A minute goes by and you believe Eliott has dropped the subject as he is typing on his phone. 

“Alright that's it!” Grabbing your arm, the peach haired color boy pulls you towards a section farther from the one Rollo and Jules were in. “W-What are you doing?!” From the corner of your eyes, you could see Jules do the same thing Eliot was doing, Rollo looking like a startled cat. “I am going to help you with that sad love life of yours! Starting with finding a dress that will leave Rollo’s jaw on the ground!”

“What?!”

And you were whisked away with no say in the situation at all. 

The next two hours or two were spent with Eliott throwing dresses your way, approving of some and disapproving of others. A worker even had to come and help you at a certain point with all the dresses Eliott had chosen. Your feet were sore from standing up, and you were hungry. You had once wished to know the feeling of going on a shopping spree with a friend, now you are not so sure if you wanted to do it again. 

Pinching your nose bridge, with your index finger and thumb, you let out an irritated huff. “Hold still, I need to check if this color goes well with your skin tone.” Eliott placed a dress next to your body, humming while deep in thought. “Sometimes I forget that you were a former member of the Fashion club.” You said tiredly. He gives you a grin, “Former president of the club dear.”

“Yeah, yeah…are we almost done?” 

“Nope.”

You groaned. Your fingers itched to grab your phone and call Rollo for help. Surely, he has noticed your lack of absence by now. Glancing towards the right corner of the boutique, your gaze landed on a purple dress close to the window display. Eliott had gone to return the blue dress he had pulled from the nearby rack. “Excuse me, can you bring me that dress over there?”

The worker looked to the direction you were pointing and nodded with an excited smile. “My, what an excellent choice you made! I will go fetch it for you in a moment dear!” The worker, a lady who seemed to be in her late twenties, walked with a hop to her step towards the dress. Something about the dress called to you, maybe it was the purple skirt or the corset. 

“Here you go, miss!” By the time the lady had come back, Eliott had returned, in his hands he had another dress that he immediately discarded in one of the nearby racks and gently took the dress the lady had gotten for you. “This one! Oh, this is the one!” Without a moment's notice, he shoved you into one of the changing rooms with the dress.

With a huff, you sigh and roll your eyes before looking at the gown in your hands. The fabric was silky and very beautiful. The purple wasn’t too bright or too dull, it was just perfect. Once more, you took off your clothes and began slipping into the dress. You gasp in how easy it was to put it on, the material taking the shape of your body. 

For one, the dress didn’t feel rough or itchy. 

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you could only stare in amazement. The dress really fit you, it made you look different. “Do you need help zipping the dress dear?” The lady asked from outside the changing room. Looking away, you call back. “Yes please!” In fluid motions, the lady enters and gives you another smile. 

Closing the curtain behind her, she tells you to turn around and pulls up the zipper. “There! And look at you!” Once more, you gaze into the mirror and can’t believe that the person standing in front of it is you. “Let’s go show it to your friend.” She pulls you along, albeit a lot gentler than Eliott.

“Wow…” Is the first thing Eliott says, his eyes wide in shock. You glance away, feeling flustered with all the staring. Fiddling with the dresses’ sleeves, you do a mini twirl. “So, does this fit your fancy?” You ask jokingly. Eliott nods, a big and bright smile on his lips. “This one is the one!” Taking you by the hand, he twirls you again. 

You giggle, content that your friend managed to find a dress for you. Even though you would have been fine with any dress. “Alright, we will be taking this dress ma’am!” Eliott says to the lady. “Very well, when you are ready, take it to the front then.” And with that, she takes her leave with a content smile. “Does this mean we are done?” You asked hopefully.

Eliott grins, “Nope! We still need to buy other accessories and shoes!”

You let out a defeated groan.

_____

“This is the first and last time I ever go shopping with Eliott…” You grumbled, biting into the tender chicken. Rollo sighs tiredly, the cup of coffee he had ordered halfway done. After another hour of looking for shoes, jewelry, and a mask to go with the dress, the four of you were done for the day. “You were the one who wanted to bring them.”

“Yeah, well I thought it would have been a fun shopping trip. Not us turning into mannequins.” Leaning back onto the chair of the booth, you stretch your tired and sore legs. Great seven, the amount of high heels you had to try on before setting on a silver pair had you crying on the inside. 

“And to top it off, Jules and Eliott ran off with our outfits!” You continued to rant. Your two so called friends had made sure to pay for the costumes at different times so you wouldn’t see what the other chose. Then after they were all in the boxes, they ran off spouting some bullshit about doing a last minute errand. “When I see that peach-haired bastard I will kick his ass until next week.”

Rollo chuckles weakly, and wow, he must be running low on energy if he didn’t even reprimand you because of your language. Not that you blamed him, after a long day of shopping, the both of you decided to stop at Rollo’s favorite restaurant and eat before going back on campus. The food was your reward for such a long and exhausting day. Finishing the rest of your food in silence, you let your mind wonder about the activities planned tomorrow.

“You will be welcoming the people from NRC and RSA tomorrow right?” You asked, Rollo nods, a new cup of coffee in his hands. “Yes, Jules and Eliott will be accompanying me.” That means that you wouldn’t be able to have your usual routine of breakfast and morning walk. “Guess we won’t be able to see each other until the afternoon.” Maybe it had been your tiredness or just the excitement running through your body that gave you the courage to lay your head on his shoulder.

Rollo stiffened, but relaxed after a few seconds. Hesitantly, he held your hand, his cup of coffee on the table. “Hey…can I join you guys in showing the guests around?” Rollo hums, “Don’t you have to perform the welcome and opening ceremony?”

“Well, yeah, but I mean after I do that. I won’t have anything to do after the performance and I don’t feel like going to the food stands or playing the local games without you or the other guys.” Pressing your cheek against his shoulder, you take a peek at him. “Plus, I wanna meet Yuu and Grim.”

Placing his hand on top of your head, he gives you a gentle pat. “Very well, once you finish with the welcome and opening ceremony we will wait for you at the entrance of the battle arena.”  

“Why would you wait for me there?”

His lips quirk up just a bit, “Because the first place I will take the guests is to the battle arena to see the performances.” You let his words sink in, your tired mind slowly processing the information he was giving you. “Ah! Right! The whole point of calling it a welcome ceremony is because we are trying to make them feel welcome and the opening ceremony is to officially begin the week-long celebration.” Dear lord, you must be tired as hell if you managed to forget that small yet important piece of information. Grumbling under your breath, you leaned in further into Rollo. 

The third year boy stayed still, his green eyes on your figure. Fondness in his eyes as he watched your eyelids flutter shut, the activities of today taking their toll on you. Pulling you close to him, he gazes out of the window of the booth you sat in. Tomorrow would be Monday, the official start of the week-long celebration of the Masquerade. 

Meaning that Malleus Draconia will be there. 

At this, he frowns. He would have preferred it if you wouldn’t join him on touring the City Of Flowers to the guests. Just the thought of Draconia being near you along with those hooligans from NRC and RSA made him shiver in disgust. When it came to magic, he didn’t like it when it was near you. 

But he wouldn’t prevent you from wanting to learn more about it. Rollo isn’t the type of person that oppressed others just because he didn’t like something. Looking back to your sleeping face, he felt a pinch of guilt. He knew that what he was about to do on the day of the ball would hurt you. Not physically, but you would feel betrayed. And while that also hurt him, he just couldn’t let it go.

The image of his brother, crying for help as he reached out towards him was engraved into his memory. During dark nights, he would stay awake, not being able to sleep without his face appearing in his dreams. He had vowed to get justice for what happened to him, starting by eradicating the very thing that killed him.

Something that could also kill you.

He will do what he has to do in order to protect you, even if it means hurting the city he has grown to love. And maybe you will hate him, resent him for his actions, but that was fine. As long as you lived in a safe world, then everything was fine.

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

I feel like a lot of people really dislike the idea of Ghostbur being or seeming “childish”—which I honestly get! Especially when a vast number in the fandom see Ghostbur as nothing more than a silly guy who doesn’t understand things and isn’t mature in the slightest.

That’s frustrating. It really hekkin is. It’s frustrating to see people reduce Ghostbur to that.

And so I think a lot of people who feel hurt or protective over this misconception become very defensive, to the point where they… kinda seem to disregard every childish thing that Ghostbur did. Which… is also frustrating. Not in the same way as people who infantilize him, but frustrating nonetheless.

Because in reality, Ghostbur was childish. He spoke in simple terms, said things like “buh-bye”, very quickly lost interest in a conversation if it was veering in a direction he didn’t like, and pretty much refused to acknowledge anything “bad” or scary or sad—often to the point of hurting others, albeit not meaning to. Those are all fairly childish things.

But Ghostbur also was a very well-developed, very unique, very beautiful character who felt things, who wanted to help people, who loved his friends and his family and his sheep more than anything in the world, who thought deeply and thoughtfully, who understood that not everyone in this world means well or is a nice person, and that some people do hurt and lie, and he also understood that people can change, and that everyone should have a second chance.

Ghostbur was well aware of the way people perceived him—most of the people on DSMP saw Ghostbur as something delicate, something that couldn’t handle the real truth, something that needed to be protected and shielded from anything “too complicated”. Philza, in particular, did that a lot.

Ghostbur was aware that people saw him that way, and he was aware that sometimes people lied to him, and he was aware that every single person on the entire server saw him as Wilbur’s ghost, as Wilbur, as an echo, as nothing more than a clone or a replica. Ghostbur knew that. He freaking knew that. And that hurt him.

Ghostbur felt things far too heavy to bear; he felt the weight, ramifications, and heartbreak that Wilbur’s choices brought down. He felt the continual rejection, the continual casting aside, the continual anger and fear and confusion that everyone always expressed at the sight of him. Of Wilbur’s ghost. Of Wilbur.

Ghostbur felt all these things and more—he watched Friend die, he watched his homes blow up, he saw Logstedshire blow up, he saw L’manburg blow up, he watched Tommy go through hell, he watched Technoblade get executed, he watched Phil forced into house arrest, he watched Phil betray him, he heard Phil’s words on Doomsday, he watched people grapple with greif and anger and sadness and pain, Ghostbur struggled with grief and anger and sadness and pain, Ghostbur struggled with memories that slipped and moments that became muddled, Ghostbur died trying to do the one thing that Tommy wanted the most, and Ghostbur died, but he lived, in a way, and he had to live with the fact that—in his mind—he failed Tommy. He let Tommy down.

And Ghostbur’s stuck with that. He’s stuck with that.

But it wasn’t all painful! It wasn’t all sorrow! There were so many good things too!! Things like Ghostbur finding Friend, and loving Tommy, and loving Phil and loving Techno, and building a house in Exile, and reading books, and learning about Wilbur and realizing that he wasn’t evil—he was just a hero that hadn’t been convinced—and forgiving Eret, and having a library, and taking Friend on walks, and making Tommy smile, and giving clingy duo the compasses, and handing out Blue, and trying to help anyone and everyone in any way he possibly could.

All that happened too. It wasn’t all bad. Ghostbur had some darn good moments on this server. He loved things and he cared about things and he helped people. He tried to help people. He wanted more than anything to help people.

What I’m getting at is this: Ghostbur was an incredible character—still is! He was beautiful, and poignant, and interesting and relatable and completely unique and wonderful… and he was also childish. Or, I should say, had some childlike qualities. I don’t think describing his entire personality as childish is right at all.

Because Ghostbur was more than that, man. He was so much more than that. He was so much more than what the fandom reduced him to. He’s so much more than what most people give him credit for.

And Ghostbur can be both. He was just as developed as any other character, just as human (despite being a ghost) and just as emotional and just as capable of feeling things and experiencing things as anyone else. And he also did some childish things, and went about certain things in childish ways—and that’s okay! That’s okay! I honestly see that as kinda neat, because most characters I come across aren’t nearly as whimsical or odd as Ghostbur is :) So it’s fun to find someone like that.

I think it can become a problem when people either A) don’t see Ghostbur as anything but childish and completely disregard all other aspects about him, or B) refuse to acknowledge any childish aspect about Ghostbur, even when it’s an important part of his character.

I think a balance can be had between the two.

[crowsandturtlesandbatsohmy]

Rottmnt: Mikey, April, Splinter, and Cassandra

2012: Raph and Casey

Haikyuu: Okiawa, Kuroo, nishinoya, and Hinata

(For the bingo game!)

[I hope you’re having a great day Crow!]

Hi Moo! I am! I hope you are too :)

Putting it under the cut because this got kinda long XD

TMNT:

MIKEY

I love Mikey, this version of him especially, but I find I tend to like him best as part of a duo (be that PB&J, Portal Pals/Tide Pod, or Sunrise Crew)

APRIL

I adore Rise!April. She’s amazing and I love her. That said, she would absolutely intimidate me with her chaos at first XD

SPLINTER

I think Splinter is villainized a lot in the fandom. I can’t say I love Splinter, but I don’t not like him either. He’s a complicated character and I think he deserves to be treated as such.

CASS

I love Cass. Cass is hilarious XD That’s pretty much all there is to it.

2012 RAPH

I love 2012 Raph! He isn’t my favorite Raph ever, but he’s pretty close. I think a lot of the fans are too hard on him and his anger issues though. He is trying, and siblings aren’t all sunshine and rainbows. Especially when one of them has a hero complex paired with self-sacrificial tendencies, another who when he isn’t walking into trouble deliberately pushes your buttons because he thinks it’s funny, and the last one is a shut-in who’s obsessed with the only human girl you’ve ever met and also he constantly talks over your head.

I just think the fandom should cut Raph a little slack, y’know?

(I’m skipping Casey because I haven’t actually met him yet. I’ve read a lot of analyses on the 2012 turtles though and I am mostly through season 1)

HAIKYU:

OIKAWA

Okay, explanation about Oikawa’s markings. Oikawa seems to be largely treated by the fandom as the surface-level facade he uses: a pretty-boy. And he’s so much more than that! He’s incredibly driven and resilient, he’s very smart on and off the volleyball court, he’s perceptive, and he’s an uncle who takes lots of pictures of his nephew. He’s also snarky, a bit of a jerk, a very sore loser, and he struggles with his self-worth. But the thing I think gets overlooked the most and that I really love about him is the fact that he’s a friend. Look me in the eyes and tell me Iwaizumi would’ve stuck around if Oikawa didn’t behave like a real friend to him, if he wasn’t there when Iwa needed him. Iwa’s a smart guy and he knows his own worth. If Oikawa didn’t act like a friend when it counted, Iwa would be gone.

As far as him not getting enough screen time goes, it’s only in reference to season 4. I would like to see his reaction to the Inarizaki match.

KUROO

So I just got through the two Nekoma episodes (so far they’re my favorite episodes of the season btw) and I love Kuroo. I liked Kuroo okay before, but I love him now. Kuroo is a sweetheart and he cares so much about Kenma. Their friendship is adorable. I feel like he very often gets reduced to another good-looking face by the fandom though, and that’s sad. I’d love to see more talk about how he seems to step into an older brother/best friend role for Kenma! Also I love his dynamic with Yaku XD Their arguments are hilarious!

NISHINOYA

Okay first of all Moo thank you so much for including my boy.

The only things I really feel like I need to explain are the top left two boxes. “If he was real I would be afraid of him” - He’s extremely extroverted and chaotic and hyper and he’s always yelling. And he’s intimidating while doing so! The way he carries himself and his posture when he’s snapping at someone speak very clearly to me of “I can kick your butt if I need to” and I believe it. After I got to know him though we’d get along great. “If he was real I’d marry him” - I’d marry time-skip Noya in a heartbeat if he was real. I think our personalities would compliment each other nicely. I’m quiet and scared of people, he’s a chatterbox. I have a hard time standing up for myself, and he’s ready to throw hands whenever need be. He’s forgetful and spontaneous, I have a mom-friend override for responsibility and I’m flexible. We’re both feelers instead of thinkers. We’re both adventurous (to varying degrees), we’re both chaotic (to varying degrees), and we’re both physically affectionate. Plus we’re both short so getting items off the top shelf at the store would be hilarious, and I think he’d give great hugs and I want a Noya hug. Also, to be honest, he seems like someone I could be best friends with while being married to him.

Am I somewhat embarrassed to admit I’d marry time-skip Noya? Yeah. A bit. But that’s okay :) I’m cringe, but I’m free!

HINATA

I love Hinata dearly. He’s very precious to me. There just aren’t enough positive boxes that I think fit him! He’s a very deep character canonically, he has all the screen time, and the fans are usually nice enough to him. I don’t relate to him enough to project onto him. But I love Hinata so so much, he’s an absolute sweetheart and he’s perfect as the main character of Haikyu.

Thanks for asking, Moo!

[l4m3nt]

Mischa 'IN MY COUNTRY IT IS-' Bachinski

Noel had always wanted tragedy. 

He didn’t know why. He had just always found it beautiful. This was punctuated by his fantasies of being Monique Gibeau, a hooker who in every situation Noel came up with, suffered some terrible event. It felt nice to escape into a fantasy that was more exciting than his real life.

But those fantasies didn’t matter much when he was dead. 

Stuck in limbo with his fellow choir members, Noel often tried to fall back into his fantasies. It didn't work though. He was always distracted.

When he imagined Monique taking a lover who would then leave her for dead in the middle of the night, the man always had the deepest brown eyes.

When he imagined Monique being approached by a man at the bar, he was always tall and strong.

When he imagined Monique being on the other end a man trying to convince her to come home with him, the man always had a deep voice and a foreign accent.

Whenever he imagined anything it was always Mischa, Mischa, Mischa.

And the thing is, he had had a crush on the ukrainian boy back when they were alive. So this was nothing new, but it was infinitely more frustrating when Mischa was one of the only people he could talk with. 

“Noel Gruber!”

Noel was snapped out of his musing, turning to see Mischa jogging towards him. ‘Fuck’ he thought. There was no way he was going to survive with how much he and Mischa were talking. 

Mischa sat down next to him on the couch, looking so excited he could be compared to a golden retriever. “Noel! Can you do something for me?”

Noel smiled, “Sure, Misch. What is it?”

"Can you kiss me?”

Noel froze. “What?”

Mischa didn’t seemed to be disencouraged. “I am 99% sure of something, I want to make sure I am 100%. Ricky refuses to help me.” He moved so that he had a knee on the couch and was leaning over Noel.

“You’re being even more vague now. Just explain it to me.” Noel adjusted so that both his legs were on the couch, making it easier to back away. 

Mischa sat down on legs, which Noel doubted was comfortable. “I think I am thing where you like girls and boys. Want to test it with someone, and Ricky said no. You are only other boy.”

Noel immediately felt a wave of something wash over him. Anger, maybe. Probably remorse as well. “Mischa, I know you’re probably heartbroken about Talia, but that doesn’t mean you have to find a distraction.”

Mischa shook his head, a new, determined look on his face. “No, not it. Have accepted I can no longer have Talia. I just want to test this.”

Now Noel was just pissed. “Even so, you can’t just use me to settle your sexuality crisis. What happens if you turn out to not be queer? That 99% could all be theoretical.”

“No it is not. I am almost sure because normal things with certain boys make me, ah, fuzzy. Like how brushing hands with girl makes some boys excited. I just have never actually done anything with a boy.” Mischa seemed to be sweating, because he was wiping his palms on his pants.

“I don’t want to just be your confirmation that you're bisexual or whatever.” Noel looked over to the side. Ocean and Constance were a little farther away, and probably trying to listen. Ricky was with them but he looked more focused on Mischa, an almost worried look on his face.

Mischa huffed out and Noel could see out of the corner of his eye that he looked almost frustrated. “I promise, you will not be. You trust me, yes?”

“Fine, sure.” Noel fully faced him again and crossed his arms over his chest. Was he making this difficult? Yes. Did he care? No.

The Ukrainian’s eyes widened, like he was surprised Noel accepted. “Oh, okay.”

They sat like that for a beat, neither of them moving. Noel rolled his eyes, “Are you gonna do anything? I told you you could kiss me.”

“Yes. Just… nervous. I think.” Mischa sat down on his legs. He wasn’t looking at Noel anymore.

“Oh my fucking…” Noel grabbed Mischa's face and kissed him. The double-edged sword of being the only gay guy in a small town is that while you may get shunned, you may also get a lot of practice from closeted guys who want to fuck around with someone they know isn’t likely to turn them down

The kiss didn’t last too long. Noel just wanted to get it over with. He was ready for Mischa to throw himself back and realize that he was not, in fact, attracted to men. 

When the kiss was over, Mischa sat completely still. Noel’s hands were still on his face, making it so Noel could feel the way the other boy’s face heated up.  He could see it, too, with the way Mischa’s cheeks started to turn slightly pink.

“Well? You alright, Mischa?” Noel asked. Mischa blinked but still didn’t say anything. Noel lightly smacked him which seemed to wake him up a bit.

“A-ah. I am fine. Can you kiss me again?” Mischa licked his lips. Noel was starting to wonder if he had really fallen for this same joke again. You’d think he would have known better by now.

But Noel was nothing if not a bit weak once something started. He kissed Mischa again, and this time the other boy kissed back. Noel felt Mischa move his hands to his hips. Noel moved his own hands to Mischa’s shoulders.

They didn’t realize they were getting a bit heated until they were separated by someone. They both looked over and surely enough, Ocean was there with the most appalled look on her face. “You both need to chill! There are other people here, oh my god!”

Noel started laughing and apparently it was contagious, since Mischa started giggling. Ocean groaned and walked back to where she had been sitting with Constance. Mischa spoke in between his giggles, “I’m surprised she didn’t try to stop it earlier.”

“Me too. Maybe she was stuck in shock.” Noel smiled. He would never admit that hearing Mischa giggle made him feel like he had butterflies in his stomach. “Well, did that answer your question?”

Mischa looked him in the eyes. Noel thought his heart skipped a beat. “Yeah. I liked the kiss during your song, but I thought maybe that was just in my head from Karnak. If it was, I still like boys either way.’”

“Oh, really? Did you like the slap too?” Noel asked, a grin on his face. He expected Mischa to laugh or roll his eyes. Instead, he looked as if he had been caught. His eyes were wide and he didn’t have a smile any more.

Noel started laughing again, “Oh my god, you did!” Mischa put his head in the crook of Noel’s neck and said “Shut up.” though it came out very muffled. 

Over with the others, Ricky had a self satisfied look on his face, Ocean had puffed up cheeks and Constance had an amused smile on her face.

“Told you. Mischa may be the lover boy, but Noel has experience.” Ricky said. Ocean groaned.

“I know! I just thought that if Mischa was going to beeline his way over there he would at least be able to follow through if Noel accepted.” Ocean crossed her arms and scrunched up her nose.

Constance giggled, “Well, he never has thought things through, has he?”

[pics-and-fanfics]

Bloody

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky x F!Reader

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff fluff! Angst, violence, mentions of blood and gore, character death. Please, don’t read if you are uncomfortable with a major character death.

Summary: You and Bucky go on a mission, and it goes impossibly wrong…

A/n: I wanted to do another warm-up story for the slumber party, so here’s another! My word was “Bloody”. Also, I'm rating this 18+ because of the gore, soooo. :/

other works here, will make my day knowing you liked them! -> Masterlist

“COME ON, YOU’RE CHEATING!” you shout, throwing the play money in the air. Bucky laughs hysterically, and you pick up the board, pieces and cards scattering as you hit him over the head.

“Hey, calm down!” Natasha said, pulling you away as you clawed at her arms. “HE’S CHEATING, DAMMIT! HE WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS!” Wanda laughed from where she was sitting next to Bucky, tears, rolling down her face as she fell backwards, Vision catching her.

“Y/n, calm down, it’s just a game of Monopoly!” Natasha hisses in your ear, and you growl. “I saw him stealing money from the bank!”

“Y/n, do you not remember we’re playing cheaters edition?” The anger flew out of you so fast, leaving you embarrassed. “Sorry.” you mumble, and stop moving. God, you were so embarrassed.

🩸

You shoot your gun, watching holes appear in the paper. You would be leaving with Bucky on a mission tomorrow, and you were not about to admit you were nervous.

You’d been dealing with Hydra for months now, and you were getting frustrated. Bucky would retreat to his room after every mission that involved Hydra, not letting anyone in. You’d had to break in through his window, which wasn’t very fun, you’d nearly fallen.

Bucky watched as you focused, shooting target after target in the head. If he was honest with himself, sometimes you scared him. Especially that time you broke into his room on the third floor by climbing through the window. He still had no clue how you’d done it. But it had been nice, knowing you cared enough to do that, even if you did nearly fall and die.

🩸

You pull the trigger on your gun, hearing tiny clicks. Dammit, you were out. And you were about to be dead meat if you didn’t do anything. “Buck, you got any spares?” you ask through the comms, hearing a grunt. So that’s a no.

“Dammit.” You throw the gun, hitting the dude in the face, making blood pour from his nose. “Wait, did you just throw your gun?” You blush, looking around, seeing Bucky looking at you through a hole in the ceiling.

“Shut it, Barnes!” You laugh, flipping him off, easily grabbing and choking a man that had been dumb enough to try and get to you with your other arm.

🩸

You hear a scream, one you’d hear in the middle of the night, when Steve wasn’t around to calm down his best friend. You run, dodging around and sliding under outstretched arms and people blocking your path. You didn’t have time to worry about these guys, you’d deal with them later, you needed to get to Bucky.

“Buck! Talk to me, what’s going on?” you whisper into the comms, hearing static. You growl, running faster. Come on, come on, come on.

Bucky screams again, stuck as he slowly gets ripped apart by a machine. How’d he even get here? What happened? He closed his eyes for two seconds, and then he was here, in excruciating pain.

His metal arm gets ripped off, the first to go. He could feel the bones and muscles stretching painfully, and he didn’t want to look at the mess where his arm had just been.

You pick up a discarded gun, checking how many bullets were left. Okay, you were good, it was nearly full.

You hear Bucky scream again, right inside the room. You kick down the door, shooting at the glass. After four bullets, it shatters, and you quickly dispatch the two men before shooting the control panel they’d been standing at.

You hear the machine stop whirring, and you finally look over. You look away, blocking the door. You couldn’t look, you couldn’t, it was so… red.

More than you’d ever seen. You force yourself to step in the pool of blood, untrapping Bucky. His shoulder, or what was left of it, was a bright red, bone, muscle, and fat sticking out, the whole mechanism for his metal arm having been ripped out entirely.

“Hey, I need you to talk to me while I call for help, alright? Don’t fall asleep on me, dumbass. Just think of how I’m going to beat your ass at Jenga when we get back.” you say, seeing Bucky nod, just barely alive. You slap his face lightly, supporting him. Why was he so fucking heavy?

🩸

As soon as you get back to the compound, Bucky gets rushed to medical, but you hadn’t moved from your spot in the cockpit. It’d been so bloody, a mess everywhere, blood had even spattered on the walls. You’d be surprised if Bucky actually survived that, he was just a hair away from death when you landed, frantically calling for help.

“Hey, you alright?” You turn, seeing Wanda, a blanket and a bottle of water in her hands. “I- I- I don’t know what happened, I looked away for 2 seconds.” Tears finally gather in your eyes, and you break down. “It’s all my fault! I should have got there sooner, kept a closer eye on him-”

“Hey, look at me.” You feel a hand grab your chin, making you look Wanda in the eyes. “It’s not your fault, you couldn’t have prevented it. All that matters is you got there when you did, and you did your best to help him.”

🩸

You feel the blood drain from your face when Steve tells you. Bucky- He couldn’t- No. Your hands were still stained in his blood as you fell to the ground, Steve wrapping himself around you as you screamed and cried.

“He- No- Please- No-” you begged, tears pouring down your face. “I’m sorry, Y/n, he’s dead. Too much bloodloss.”

🩸

You stared ahead blankly, something having broken in you. Your best friend- No. You saw the doors open, and the coffin got carried in. You reached out, Natasha gently pulling you towards her as you tried to muffle your cries.

🩸

“He was my best friend, and I-” you sniff, rubbing your nose. “I am ever so grateful for the time I got to be his friend. Thank you Bucky.” You step down from the podium before you break down, kissing your fingers and laying them on the coffin before going back to Natasha and Wanda.

You were empty, you’d never be the same, you knew this. Maybe- Maybe it was time to quit, especially since you’d never be able to do this again, not without Bucky.

🩸

I did warn you! I am so very sorry, but at the same time, no I’m not. Plz ignore the fact I was crying the whole time after deciding just how to fuck you up today.

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[hankjameswimbleton]

~ Madness Combat Canon Call ~

Hey there (:

My name’s Hank J. Wimbleton, I use they/he. I’m a fictive and a cohost/protector of the Cataclysm system. I’m currently 27 and our body is 18, so our host would prefer no interactions if you’re bodily under 16.

I’m currently searching for several people from my canon, namely Sanford, Deimos, Doc, Jeb, and if possible my little sister. I’ve already found Tricky from my source, @clownkillsy0u​.

Click for more information/source memories.

-I wasn’t actually a bloodthirsty maniac with no remorse or emotions, that was all AAHW propaganda. I sincerely loved all my friends and still do.

-Project Nexus didn't fall until only about two years before the Improbability Drives were activated by the Sheriff, and Nevada was actually quite normal for most of my life.

-Sanford was my childhood best friend who I met in middle school. We bonded over being the only openly queer kids in a pretty homophobic school, and always had each others' backs.

-I had a younger sister, whose name I believe started with a C or K (I've mentally been calling her Caroline for a while). She was five years younger than me, and loved to wear neon-colored coontail hair extensions.

-I had anger issues for my whole life, but could never afford therapy, especially after taking in my sister and losing my job. I had to start burning through savings, and the stress eventually culminated into a mental break after some asshole shoved me for asking him to turn down his music at the park.

-I don't remember exactly how it happened, but I met Doc sometime after this, while I was hiding out.

-I dated Dr Hoffnar for two years, from when I was 20 to when I committed the murders at the park and cut contact with him to protect him.

-The Sheriff put a massive bounty on my head when the search for me was about to die down, which is why I went after him in the first place.

-After the Drives were activated, I was blamed by the Auditor for the activation (even though the whole thing was the Sheriff's fault), so Doc and I formed the Status Quo as a rebel group to restore normality and oppose the AAHW, which was basically staffed by a combination of everyone who wanted me dead, clones created from Nexus technology, and leftover loyal members of Project Nexus. Sanford joined us around a month later.

-Deimos was a defective clone from the AAHW who dissented and joined with us about half a year after the drives activated.

-Jeb and I were enemies for a long time, until we both encountered Tricky around the time of the events of Madness 7. Until then I hadn't known that Tricky was Hoffnar, and when Jeb told me, we teamed up and disconnected the portable drive from her brain and brought back most of her sanity. After that, my relationship with Jeb was more of a loose almost-but-not-quite friendship.

-Everyone else was pissed and terrified when I brought her home because I refused to tell anyone what was going on until I had a nice reunification cuddle session done.

-Sanford and Deimos were dating, and like brothers to me. Doc was a bit more of a cranky father/uncle figure, but he really kept us all together and working efficiently.

-My metal jaw made talking difficult, I could talk but only if I forced the words out pretty loudly, so I usually stuck to writing.

-I had a special interest in weaponry and true crime.

-I was half-Russian from my dad's side.

-I had a perfectly normal head of chin-length black hair and brown eyes. Not as cool as fanart makes me seem, but at least I wasn't bald.

If the stuff I'm mentioning sounds familiar, feel free to message me. I miss you guys.

[fractured-lyfe-blog]

March 13

I had a dream last night. I woke up with anxiety and felt this sadness just weighing in on me. I knew the events of my dream weren't real, but the effect of it was. I hurt as if it had happened and it may as well have in that regard.

I don’t remember all the details of the dream. It was an altercation between me and my brother. I'm unaware of the backstory to the events that took place. All I remember was my daughter's mom was angry with me, as she usually is, and I had no idea as to why, as I often don't. She was picking something up from wherever I was at the time and she was getting help from a friend of hers. I don't know who the friend was, just someone I never met. He was giving her a ride and I had the impression she had elaborated whatever she was pissed about and he was hovering a lot as if she wanted him there for safety. This wasn't surprising to me as she has done that before in the real world. It was obvious to anyone who would have witnessed that I wasn't okay with his presence. 

My brother was talking to him and being friendly and almost like bonding with the guy and whenever I would speak he would kinda poke fun at me and share a laugh with this stranger. I don't know anything anyone said really, including myself. I only remember feeling the emotions of the words and not their sound. In the dream I could hear fine but trying to recall after waking up, it was just mumbling.

I ended up pulling my brother aside and started getting angry with him, raising my voice and calling him out. Calling him out for being friendly with people he barely knows and undermining me and belittling me to them. I never got a response from my brother as I woke up right after. 

The weight of my anxiety and anger stayed with me as I came out of the dream and I almost had a panic attack. I tried to remind myself it was just a dream but it didn't help. Probably because this has happened before, outside of a dream. 

My brother never liked my ex. Not when we dated or after I had my kid. The relationship failed and her true colors came out and he was ultimately very right about her. He always seemed to be a pretty judgemental person. He was usually not fond of anyone, even nice people.

After she started seeing someone knew, her and this new guy in her life, both showed me very little respect as my daughters father and there was a lot of drama and issues. Fast forward some years and he is still there and I have accepted it at that point but he still isn't someone I have respect for. My brother however has only ever seen the guy anytime he was dragged to a bday party or event that the whole family was at involving the kids. You could count the number of times my brother has sat in the same room as him on your fingers over the last almost 5 years. 

We were all at a BBQ pool day thing at my moms place and it was the first real time we were all in the same place for an extended period of time and people actually talked to each other. My brother was being all nice and friendly, a characteristic my brother has almost never shown in 30 years, not even to my friends he saw all the time, let alone strangers or people he didn't care about. He was talking to him about adding him online so they could game, something my brother hardly even asks me and his own friends to do since my brother is a very antisocial person who never cared about other people really. 

My brother spent the other parts of his new friendly nature teasing me and making fun of me in front of this person who never respected me and only ever saw me as trash. So now this guy who never respected me in any way, even when it came to being my daughters father, was now seeing me with my family getting no respect from them either. I felt so much anger and anxiety but the thing that stuck the most and I wont ever forget is how fucking alone I felt. I always saw my brother as my hero and who I looked up to and wanted nothing more than to be like him and here he was showing the people who disrespected me most, that even my own family didnt respect me. The person I always loved most in this world and I was just his punch line. A tool used for him to be friendly with someone who also showed me no respect, not even for my daughter. 

My brother was a bully to me a lot of the time. I only ever thought he actually gave a shit or cared at all a handful of times ever. 

I feel as if no one has ever respected me. I'm second guessed all the time, no one takes my word for it when I say something. Every single person in my family who I love, at some point has said that all I do is complain and argue. Every time I try to stand up for myself, explain myself, try to be heard or fight for a shred of god damn respect, I'm accused of just wanting to fight and argue. I do argue all the time because im arguing to be heard just once in my fucking life. Everyone still acts like I'm a kid when I say anything. Nothing I say has conviction or any weight. Its like im a fucking joke. I have hated every member of my family at one point or another for making me feel absolutely unworthy of having a voice, for making me feel utterly worthless like my opinion is garbage and my words not worthy of being heard.

I tried to stand up to my brother once, give him a taste of the condescending teasing he did to me all the time. He took the things he knew I was struggling with most at the time, through them in my face, tore me down in seconds, made me feel so small and then finished it off by telling me that it's why no one likes to be around me, why him and my sister inlaw and my own mother hate living with me and none of them want to. 

It's hard to feel good about yourself and have a voice when the two people you loved and trusted most in the world, your sibling and your mother, both don't want to hear you or respect what you have to say. Just shrug you off like you don't know anything or like they know better or maybe just don't want to hear what you have to say and of course if you fight to be heard, well then you're just proving them right…

I know they care to an extent and i'm sure that they don't think of me as negatively as the above may portray, but the above is how the years of not being heard, accused of just wanting to fight and argue and being told im impossible to talk to, as well as always being misunderstood, have simply left me feeling. Every time I say something people always seem to take it the wrong way. No matter how many times I say “No, that's not what I meant. What I meant was…” people seem to not believe me and they draw their own idea of what “old argumentative robbie” really means.

[xtrippingfairydustx]

Literally people who hate on Max are hypocrites sorry not sorry ✌️