#did i forget i was supposed to try to have a bingo?

[aeligsido]

open the door (to the light of my love)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano, Aayla Secura & Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano, CC-2224 | Cody & CT-7567 | Rex Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Aayla Secura, CT-7567 | Rex (mentioned) Additional Tags: prompt: leaving a hickey/leaving a mark, Humor, Fluff, Single Parent Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi is Anakin Skywalker's Parent, Obi-Wan Kenobi is Ahsoka Tano's parent, Aayla is Babysitter Extraordinaire, she deserves a raise, probably, Kid Ahsoka Tano, Kid Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano Are Siblings, Meeting the Family, or worse even, meeting the children, not that it was planned but, Protective Anakin Skywalker, Protective Ahsoka Tano, Protective CT-7567 | Rex, Kid CT-7567 | Rex, soft, Anakin is judging his dad's dating choices lmao, A foot may have been hurt in the making of this fic, no beta we die like my sleep schedule, i probably already did this one but oh well, still true, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Series: Part 4 of CodyWan Kiss Bingo Challenge 2022 Summary:

"Obi-Wan takes his jacket, presses a kiss on Aayla’s cheek, then to both of the kids’ forehead, before grabbing Cody’s hand and escaping toward the stairs.

“Be good, you two!” Obi-Wan still yells a last time before the door closes. He then turns to Cody. “I’m so sorry for them both.”

Cody laughs. He knows how children are — he himself has younger brothers, after all, and he had spent ten minutes looking for his shoes before realizing Rex had hid them when it had been time for him to leave."

OR: Cody and Obi-Wan have a date.

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For the prompt “leaving a mark/leaving a hickey, for @codywankissbingo​!

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The door opens on a kid. He’s not big for his age — which Cody knows is twelve —, his blond hair is wet like he’s just out of the shower, and his arms are crossed on his chest. He’s frowning, looking, assessing Cody as if he’s a very ugly fly in his soup, and not here to take his date out.

“No,” suddenly says the kid, and closes the door on Cody’s face.

Or more like his foot, since Cody is no stranger to kids and reacted on instinct more than will. He hides his grimace as the door opens slowly again, the kid now glaring at him. If a look could kill, Cody would have dropped dead by now, he muses.

The kid hisses like an angry kitten. He looks almost as threatening as one. From inside the apartment, an “Anakin!” can be heard. A young woman, probably in her late teens, appears behind Anakin, putting a hand on his shoulder and pulling him away from the door. She has another kid balanced on her shoulder, visibly trying to get away and hissing as much as her brother. Cody almost receives a foot in the face.

“Ahsoka, calm down— Anakin, don’t!” The young woman puts the boy in a headlock before he can lunge at — well, whatever he was going to lunge at, and the little girl lets out a sound of protest.

“But Aayla—” she whines, finally stopping struggling.

“Listen to Aayla, both of you,” comes another voice, and this time Obi-Wan is the one to appear. His ears are red and his shirt rumpled, but he’s still as beautiful as ever.

The kids groan in unison. Aayla grins. Obi-Wan takes his jacket, presses a kiss on Aayla’s cheek, then to both of the kids’ forehead, before grabbing Cody’s hand and escaping toward the stairs.

“Be good, you two!” Obi-Wan still yells a last time before the door closes. He then turns to Cody. “I’m so sorry for them both.”

Cody laughs. He knows how children are — he himself has younger brothers, after all, and he had spent ten minutes looking for his shoes before realizing Rex had hid them when it had been time for him to leave.

“It’s all alright, sweetheart.” Cody holds the door open for Obi-Wan to pass first, then follow him outside, clasping back his hand in his. “But if you don’t mind me asking, what was all of that about?”

Obi-Wan sighs. And blushes, his hand coming to his neck. “Well—” He blushes even more, so easy to catch on his pale skin.

Cody looks at his face, and then at his neck. And then—

Oh.

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[juyeonszn]

BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT

THE TBZ FRAT HOUSE IS HOSTING THE BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT COLLAB BY @juyeonszn AND @itsbeeble!

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PAIRING tbz x f!reader

GENRES smut ﹒fluff ﹒minimal angst ﹒crack

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! mature language, mentions of alcohol, sexual content, more warnings per individual fic!

SUMMARY have you ever wondered what your favorite frat boyz are up to in their personal lives? if so, then these fics are just for you! join us as we take a glimpse into the tau beta zeta fraternity and see what they get up to in their free time!

MORE LETS GAURRRRR i’m so excited to announce this collab with loml reese both as a cute fun little idea we had and in celebration of her 1 year tumblr anniversary! we also realized it happened to be the same day as tbz day LOL so that’s kinda crazy 😭 my boyz have been here for 6 years wow 💔 anyways i hope all of u love these as much as we do! and always, don’t forget to rb if u enjoyed!! send an ask if u’d like to be tagged in these <3

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TRY HARD — LEE JUYEON (12/6)

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EXCITEMENT — JI CHANGMIN (12/6)

You know, when you told your girl friends that you’d never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. What you weren’t expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.

SEEING STARS — KIM SUNWOO (12/10)

It’s slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohn’s “advice” to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semester’s worth of school work for you.

CLUMSY — JU HAKNYEON (12/10)

When Haknyeon ran into you at a TBZ party for the first time, he didn’t think he would fall for you so quickly. Or literally. Or both simultaneously. But there’s a first time for everything, he supposes.

“FRIENDLY” COMPETITION — LEE SANGYEON (12/14)

The TBZ frat had always had a rivalry with the KAT sorority. At least, they did when you and Sangyeon became the presidents three years ago. What happens when you mix a little friendly competition into this rivalry of yours?

JE NE SAIS QUOI — JACOB BAE (12/14)

Jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. So stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. However, after meeting you at one of the TBZ parties, he’s starting to think maybe they’re not that horrible.

SPRING SEMESTER

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(NO) STRINGS ATTACHED — LEE HYUNJAE (12/19)

Becoming friends with Lee Hyunjae after his valiant attempt to save your life (stopping you from drunk driving) was certainly not on your year’s bingo card. Also not on your bingo card? Waking up in his bed every other night following, but it’s not like you’re really complaining.

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In spite of being a frat boy himself, Chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. Besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? Enter you and your carefree spirit and Chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER — KEVIN MOON (PT. 1 1/1, PT. 2 1/3)

It wasn’t like you and Kevin hated each other. In fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. Well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

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[malum-forev]

Hi, can I request ex husband!bucky x reader with the prompt “what makes you think you can…” from the bingo card??

Hi hiii thank you sooo much for your ask! Sooo, I kind of blacked out and ended up writing something that's over 3k words long. Hope you like it! It's kind of a part 2 to this story I wrote! I thought this prompt fit perfectly! get ready for ANGST CENTRAAALLLL

“Please don’t pick up, please don’t pick up, please don’t pick up.” (Y/n) begged, hearing the third ring on her side of the phone. 

She didn’t know what to say. Hell, she didn’t know it was happening until this week! It would have gone completely unnoticed if it hadn’t been for an especially excited teacher. (Y/n)’s stomach just about dropped onto the floor as she heard her daughter’s teacher say how generous and kind Bucky was. 

Another ring, one more and I can hang up. She thought but no, nothing with Bucky was ever simple. He couldn’t not answer the phone when (Y/n) wanted. Was that too much to ask? For Bucky to read her mind?

“Hey, do-“ Bucky stopped himself, trying to mask it with a cough. He couldn’t call you that anymore, he had to remember that. “What’s up?”

“Hi, I just wanted to ask you about something but I guess you’re busy so I’ll just-“

Bucky laughed. “I’m never too busy for you.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, talk about nothing being simple. He couldn’t even make the divorce that he wanted easy!

“So, I didn’t know this happened or better yet how it happened but,” She took a deep breath. “Peanut’s school is having a gala, a fund raiser and somehow P put your name down.”

The line went silent for a couple of seconds.

“I tried to explain to the school that you would be busy and that you don’t even go to your work galas.” She tried to joke, gnawing on her bottom lip nervously.

Bucky broke the silence with a noise. “Mhm.”

“But they said that when the parents saw the school was auctioning a day with an Avenger, ticket sales went up like 200 percent.”

“Oh Peanut.” Bucky groaned. 

“I know you’re probably going to be busy,” (Y/n) said. “I just had to ask. P threatened to paint her hair blue if I didn’t give you a call.”

“She gets that from you.” Bucky’s low chuckle sent tingles through her body. 

(Y/n) leaned on the wall behind her with a deep breath, she could always count on Bucky to calm her nerves. “Sure, we can say P gets her determination and ability to blackmail from me and not her father, James ‘Bucky’ Buchanan Barnes.”

Bucky’s belly laugh warmed (Y/n)’s heart, it had been a long time since she’d heard it. 

“When’s the thing?” 

“It’s next Friday but don’t worry, we can auction off something from that old box I have in the attic. Maybe that old leather jacket-“

“Don’t you dare.” Bucky playfully growled. “Never get rid of my lucky jacket! If I remember correctly that thing is the reason I got a second date out of you.”

Her mind went to that moment in time, all those years ago. It was Bucky’s favorite but he said it looked better on her. 

“Is P going to the gala?” Bucky interrupted (Y/n)’s thoughts.

“Yeah, kids can go too.” She continued. “How about you ask Sam to submit a signed shield. The prototypes that no one uses-“

“I’ll be there.”

“What?” Her eyes just about bulged out of their sockets.

“I’ll be there.” Bucky repeated casually, like it wasn’t the first time ever he wanted to go to any of Peanut’s school events. Let alone a gala!

“You do know you’ll have to wear a tux, right?” She noted.

“You’ll be there, right?” Bucky asked. 

“Mhm.” (Y/n) brought her bottom lip in between her teeth. 

“Then I’m sure I can find one or two in the back of my closet.” Bucky smiled thinking about his options. She won’t be happy, but it’ll be worth it. He thought. 

“Oh-okay. So I guess I’ll see you next week.”

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(Y/n) smoothed the fabric of her dress nervously. Did Bucky forget he was supposed to be here? Was he sent on a mission at the last moment? She looked over at Peanut at the kids table, so excited that her dad was finally going to something at her school.

When she first started, some of her classmates and teachers didn’t believe she was Bucky’s daughter. (Y/n) and Bucky had chosen an extremely protected private school for the same reason, they didn’t want someone else telling P about the Winter Soldier, not before she was old enough to understand. 

After the first tear dropped from Peanut’s eyes, when she told her dad no one at school believed her, you best believe Bucky picked her up every single day. He would often take off his jacket as soon as he got to her school just so everyone would shut their mouths. No one was to make his little girl cry, ever. 

(Y/n) turned to the bar behind her and ordered a glass of champagne. 

“Do you think he’s actually going to come?” One of the women next to (Y/n) asked her friends. 

“Honey, if he does, you gals better take out a loan because that man is going home with me.” An older woman laughed into her drink.

“A recently divorced hunk? Sign me up. I don’t need the full day, just a couple of hours with him and it’ll be enough.” Another one said.

(Y/n) cringed at their words. She obviously has eyes, she knew what her ex-husband looked like but did people have to talk about him like he was just a piece of meat? 

The whole room suddenly got quiet. (Y/n) looked left and right to see what had happened and it wasn’t long until she found out. Bucky strolled into the room. 

He did not. (Y/n) thought.

Bucky was wearing the tuxedo he wore at their wedding. The black-on-black combination made him look even more mysterious than he already was. But every ounce of his dark persona disappeared once he heard the two magic words.

“Hi Daddy!” Peanut came running towards Bucky at full speed. With a small umph Bucky picked up his daughter and twirled her around. 

“Hello princess.” Bucky smiled, melting for his sweet little girl. “Why don’t you tell me where mommy is?”

Peanut pointed a chubby finger towards (Y/n) and she held up her champagne glass, the murmurs and gasps of the women next to her didn’t go unnoticed. 

Bucky placed Peanut back on the floor and set his eyes on (Y/n), it was like everything and everyone around him became blurry. He could only see her. 

“You’re late.” (Y/n) looked up at him. 

“I’m the talent, I am never late.” Bucky smiled at her, the kind of smile that made women all over the world want to drop to their knees, for various reasons. 

(Y/n) laughed, pushing Bucky away with her left hand. Bucky took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing the spot on her third finger where her ring used to sit.  

“You look radiant.” Bucky came closer to (Y/n) placing a kiss on the corner of her mouth. 

She took in his intoxicating smell, it had been forever since she’d been this close to him. (Y/n) took a deep breath, the memories coming to life again. But before she could get lost in the past, the present came into view. 

(Y/n) cleared her throat and took a step back before turning to the women gawking next to them. “Ladies, may I introduced you to my ex-husband, James?” 

Bucky rolled his eyes and turned to them, a forced smile playing on his lips.

(Y/n) slipped from the group with a light laugh and sat down at her table, the auction about to start. 

It wasn’t long before Bucky’s category came up, women desperate to cheat on their husbands without actually doing it. (Y/n) smiled cheekily as she saw Bucky fidget on the stage, the bright lights made him feel like he was a show horse. 

“Mr. Barnes was kind enough to auction a day with an Avenger, the winner of this would spend the day at the Avengers Compound and meet some of the people responsible for our safety!” Peanut’s principal spoke into the microphone.

“I can’t assure a tour of the compound.” Bucky’s raspy voice said through the speakers. 

“We’ll see the details later.” The principal waved him off. “How about we start the bidding at four hundred dollars?”

“Five hundred.” A woman way too old to be with Bucky, and that’s taking into consideration that he’s over a hundred years old, raised her bid card. 

“Six hundred.” Another woman said. 

“Seven hundred.” A third spoke.

Bucky’s eyes kept getting bigger and bigger, he hadn’t considered the fact that women would actually bid to be with him. He turned to (Y/n) with pleading eyes.

“Mommy, aren’t you gonna bid on daddy?” P asked her. 

“Honey-“ (Y/n) was about to explain how for some people spending a day with her Dad would be the experience of a lifetime, when one of the women she heard speaking so vulgarly about Bucky raised her card. 

“One thousand dollars.” The woman had a smug look on her face. 

“Going once-“ The principal said. 

“Mommy do something.” Peanut whispered. 

“Going twice.” Bucky threw his head back. Fuuck. He thought. 

“Go-“

“Two thousand dollars.” (Y/n) raised her card. 

Bucky’s head snapped forward at the sound of her voice. His scowl turned into a smile. 

“Sold, to the lady in the back.” The principal’s eyes just about turned into dollar signs.

- 

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Bucky whispered, hiking Peanut’s body up. At some point in the night she had fallen asleep and now her father was carrying her to (Y/n)’s car. 

(Y/n) waved her hand. “It was nothing. I couldn’t let you spend a day with that hornets’ nest. She would’ve eaten you alive. 

“Still- thank you.” Bucky’s kind eyes were one of the first things that drew (Y/n) to him, the same shade he now shared with his daughter.  

(Y/n) unlocked her car so he could strap Peanut in. 

“So, when should I pick you up?” Bucky opened (Y/n)’s door so she could get in. 

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Oh, about the auction thing. You don’t have to do that, I’m sure you’re going to be busy.”

“How’s next Thursday at 8 sound? We can take P to school and I’ll give you an extremely memorable ‘Day with an Avenger’.” Bucky’s smooth words coated her heart.

“I’ve already had a couple of ‘Days with an Avenger’ and they haven’t been that memorable.” She teased.

“I can think of a couple of memorable days where you would beg-“

(Y/n) clamped her hand over Bucky’s mouth. “You can’t say that!”

“Would I be lying?” Bucky’s muffled voice said proudly.

“I’ll see you next Thursday.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes with a smile. “Please don’t be late.”

“Promise.”

-

The doorbell rang at 7:50 am on Thursday. 

“Be careful Peanut!” (Y/n) yelled as she opened the door. “Don’t fall from the stool! I don’t really feel like visiting the hospital right now.”

She huffed as she opened the door. Mornings were always chaotic but now, without another pair of helping hands it felt impossible. But here he was. 

Bucky stood at the other side of the door, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. A bouquet of her favorite flowers on one hand and balancing two coffees on the other. 

“Good morning.” Bucky placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “Need help with anything?”

(Y/n) stepped aside with her jaw on the floor, letting Bucky come inside. 

“Hiya Daddy!” Peanut beamed, shoving another forkful of French toast in her mouth. 

“How’s my number one girl doing this morning?” Bucky asked, placing a kiss on the top of her head. 

(Y/n) stepped into the kitchen, feeling like she’d walked into another dimension. 

“Sorry doll, you’ve been bumped down to the number two spot.” Bucky winked at (Y/n) and her eyebrows shot up. “You still keep the vases on the top cupboard?” 

(Y/n) slowly nodded, the shocked expression never left her. 

Definitely an alternate dimension, it’s the only explanation. She thought. 

Drop off was perfect and the ride to the compound was actually pleasant. 

“You got a new car.” (Y/n) hummed, looking around Bucky’s new SUV. 

He nodded proudly. “I can’t ride around on a bike forever. Plus, you asked me to get a car.”

“I asked you to get a car over a year ago.” She snorted. 

Bucky shrugged, the relaxed smile on his lips never faltered. “Took me a while but I got it.”

(Y/n) eyed her ex-husband curiously. Fresh haircut, cologne, pressed t-shirt. New car, more present. Something changed. “Okay, who is she?”

“Who’s who?” Bucky’s forehead creased.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. “I’m not a child, you can tell me who she is.”

“If you’re trying to say I’m dating someone, I’m not.” Bucky looked a little offended.

“I never said anything about dating.” (Y/n) laughed. “You can get some without making it official.”

“I’m not doing that either.” Bucky grumbled, his grip on the steering wheel made his knuckles white.

“I’m sorry for asking. I didn’t know you not getting any was a sore subject.” She held her hands up in surrender and laughed. “You do know you can do that right? I’m pretty sure the papers we signed mean that we’re no longer together, meaning you can have se-“

Bucky’s groan interrupted her, he ran his palm through his face. “Can we not talk about my sex life please? I actually have a nice day planned, and it doesn’t include this topic of conversation.”

“You. Have a day planned.” She emphasized the words. 

“Please feel free make me sound more like an asshole.” Bucky chuckled. 

And what a day did he have planned. 

It started by taking her to the newly renovated Avengers Museum on the compound. Bucky showed (Y/n) a few never before seen pictures of himself from the 40’s. 

“The investigators dug these up.” He smiled. 

“You were a baby!” She laughed, posing for a picture next to the blown-up print of him.

“You think Peanut will look like me when she’s a little bit older?” Bucky came up behind her, resting his head on hers and tossing his arms over her shoulders. 

(Y/n) relaxed into his body. “You want her to look more like you? She’s basically your twin.” 

His laugh made her whole body vibrate. “What can I say? We should have tried to get a boy after P, maybe he would look like you.”

Afterwards came a late lunch by the lake followed by a tour of the new wing dedicated to Steve Rogers. Bucky had thought of everything. He asked Sam to pick up Peanut from school and make sure she did her homework, took a bath and brushed her teeth before going to bed. 

The sun was setting as Bucky drove (Y/n) home, he rested his hand on the center console hoping she would take it. It wasn’t long until she intertwined their fingers. 

Bucky opened her side of the door and helped her down. (Y/n) leaned on his car. 

“Thank you for a lovely day.” She smiled. “Don’t know if it was worth 2k but, I had an amazing time.”

Bucky fake gasped, clutching the left side of his chest. “You don’t think I’m worth two thousand measly dollars?”

“Some of us actually have to work to get two thousand dollars, not just pose around and look cute.” She bit the inside of her cheek to stop a smile from forming.

Bucky stepped closer to her. “Well I would pay you way more than that to pose around for me. You already have the cute thing down to a T.”

He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, dragging his knuckles against her cheek and stopping at her lips. Bucky pulled her closer to him and placed his lips on hers. At first it was soft but once his brain registered what was happening, it turned dark and hungry. It was like he was running out of oxygen and the only thing that could breathe life into him was her kiss. 

With a gasp, she pushed him away.

“What are you doing?” (Y/n) asked breathlessly, bringing her fingers to her throbbing lips. 

“(Y/n), please.” Bucky sighed. “I want you, I need you. And I’m not talking about stupid sex, I’m talking about you. Talking to you every day, telling me off for things I do or don’t do, I want us. Together.”

Her eyebrows creased, she felt her body heat up with rage. “What makes you think you can kiss me like that? Like nothing’s ever happened. Like you’ve forgotten we’re not together anymore.”

“Please.” Bucky’s crystal blue eyes reddened. “Do you want me to get on my knees? Because I’ll do it. I’m begging you, please take me back. I want to be with you, forever.”

(Y/n) sniffled, tears of her own threatening to fall. “I’m not falling for this, not again. I’m about to finish mending my broken heart, I’ve just finished putting the pieces back together and for you to come here and-“

“I’m trying-“ Bucky cried. “I’m really trying to show you that I’ve changed.”

(Y/n) let out a dry laugh. “Does going to one gala and buying a car mean you’ve changed? I asked you to buy that thing for a whole year and you never even thought about it.”  

“But I’m doing it now, does that mean anything?” Bucky asked with saddened eyes.

“Yes, it means that you only want me because you can’t have me.”

“That’s not-“ He tried to argue but she turned towards her door. 

“Thank you for the nice day James but, I have to go to my real life. The one in which we’re still divorced and you have to leave for some undisclosed amount of time to a classified location. Do you remember? Your reallife.” (Y/n) opened her front door, thanking Sam for taking care of Peanut. 

Bucky was left on the driveway with tears running down his cheek. 

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[beneathashadytree]

MESSING AROUND - JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA X READER

Warnings : just two teens being in love and all over each other, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : puppy love n fluff <3

Word count : 1.1K words

Additional notes : This came to me in a dream. Love the idea of teenagers being sneaky and lazy teehee

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They tiredly rubbed at their eyes. What was this, the tenth, or the hundredth time at this? In all cases, it felt like it was a never-ending cycle that they were doomed to stay in.

“Josuke, would it really kill you to study for an hour straight?” Nudging the textbook on the coffee table, they tried to bring his attention back to the long-forgotten syllabus. “We’ve got a quiz in 3 days.”

“Still plenty of time, if you ask me,” he shrugged, not looking away from the television screen where he was trying to beat his high score (again) in one of his video games. “That’s a whole, uh, 72 hours.”

“If you hesitated while doing simple math, then I fear how you’ll face a few calculus problems.” Rolling their eyes, they sidled up to his back. “Come on. Didn’t Miss Tomoko threaten to smash the console if you don’t get at least a B+? With the looks of things, we’ll be lucky if you pass at all.”

Still without looking at them, he scowled. “First off, thanks for your obvious belief in me.” He could be petty when he wanted to, and this seemed like one of the times he wanted to pout and get snarky. “Second of all, she wouldn’t.”

At that, they arched an eyebrow at him. “Oh really? Did you forget that time she threw the television out of the window to keep her word when you flunked that history test?”

A few moments of silence, save for the sound effects coming from his game, and the furious tapping of buttons. “Alright, maybe she will. But still, we have a lot of time to go through the material.”

“Three days. Half of one you’ve already wasted, mind you.” They sighed, carefully wrapping their arms around his midsection and snuggling up to his broad back. A cheap trick, yes, but how else would they grab his attention without outright snatching the controller from his hands? “C’mon, Josuke. Miss Tomoko asked me to come over while she was out for this reason. I don’t wanna let her down, y’know?”

Josuke audibly swallowed, and they had to hold back a smug laugh. They had him right where they wanted him. “H-hey, who are you dating, me or my mom?”

They snorted, teasingly squeezing his waist. “My supposed-boyfriend’s got me right with him, and he’s been practically ignoring me for two hours. I’d say the answer’s currently neither of you.”

Instantly, the controller flew all across the room, landing somewhere unknown as his character on the screen crashed into explosives and died. Bingo, they wickedly thought to themself as Josuke finally turned around in their arms, his handsome face blocking out the ‘GAME OVER!’ flashing behind him.

Heavy eyebrows furrowed and lower lip jutted in a subconscious pout, he leaned in, caging them against the back of the sofa with his arms. “Dirty move.”

“You fell for it, though.” Grinning, they hooked their arms around his neck, tugging him a little closer. “Can’t believe I had to fight for your attention this long.”

“It slipped my mind that we’re finally alone,” he moaned pitifully, nudging their nose with his. “Next time I get distracted from you, punch me in the balls.” At the sinister look he saw in their eyes, he pulled back for a second, alarm on his face. “On second thought, I take that back. Don’t.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll keep my hands to myself.” Cocking their head to the side, they toyed with a few loose strands of hair at the nape of his neck. It was so rare to see his hair anything other than immaculately styled, so the rare chances that they got to touch the soft strands were deeply cherished—by the both of them, it seemed, if the current redness of Josuke’s cheeks was anything to go by. “Or would you rather I keep my hands on you?”

Their boyfriend buried his face in their neck, partially out of embarrassment, and partially out of a desire to press achingly gentle kisses against their exposed skin. “Mm, I don’t know,” he mumbled, “So long as you’re not too rough with me, I’d prefer that, yeah.”

“Oh? So you like to be treated gently, big guy?” Their voice came out a little breathy as he lightly nipped at that one spot on their neck, and they hoped that it wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he had them weak in his arms. Just a little more…

More kisses rained down on them, trailing up to their jaw and sucking at the skin there, just lightly enough to tease them without leaving a mark. A sigh escaped their lips, and their hands trailed down his back, gripping at his yellow tank top in hopes of regaining their sanity. Strong arms embraced them tightly, and arched their back into him.

“Yeah, so what?” he mumbled against the corner of their lips. “Got a problem with that?”

At the very last second before their lips met, they turned their face to the other side and pulled away. “Actually, I do. Because we’re not doing anything at all until you finish studying chapters one through four.”

Groaning, Josuke made to reach out for them as they slipped from his embrace and began to walk off. “Babe, you can’t be serious—“

“I am,” they coolly said, as if they hadn’t been seconds away from pulling him ontop of them. “Would you like me to call your mom and tell her you’re fooling around instead of getting your shit done?”

He shuddered, visibly recoiling at the thought and slumping back in place. “Don’t. She’ll probably put a ban on you ever visiting me when she’s out.”

Still a little shaken up and their nerves slightly tattered by the onslaught of intimacy, they hurried to his room, calling out behind them in a sing-song voice. “Well, these calculus problems aren’t gonna solve themselves!”

Collapsing onto his bed, they muffled a laugh as they heard him swearing and slamming his heavy notebook open, grumbling under his breath the entire time. In the meantime, they curled up into his freshly-made sheets and snuggled their head into his fluffy pillow.

“It smells like him,” they whispered to themself, their face flushed as they squeezed the pillow a little. Somehow, having their boyfriend’s familiar scent surrounding them from everywhere warmed them up to their fingertips, and sent their heart racing in their ribcage. “Wish he’d hurry up and join me before Miss Tomoko gets home…”

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[edenmemes]

resident evil: 4 remake starters

❝ man, that stinks. ❞ ❝ this just keeps getting worse. ❞ ❝ you’re still a kid holding onto fantasies of what’s right and wrong. ❞ ❝ i’m gonna let you in on a little secret. just between us. ❞ ❝ the hell is going on? ❞ ❝ hey, we’re a team, right? ❞ ❝ where’s everyone going? bingo? ❞ ❝ you and me are two sides of the same coin. ❞ ❝ that’s just like you. you always had poor judgement. ❞ ❝ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❞ ❝ like i told you, i’m gonna get you home safe. ❞ ❝ i’m not falling for your mind games. ❞ ❝ you proved you can handle yourself. ❞ ❝ you haven’t changed a damn bit. ❞ ❝ you look like you’ve got something to say. ❞ ❝ gotta fix everything myself. ❞ ❝ you can’t run. you got to keep moving forward. ❞ ❝ you’re nothing but an extra in my script. ❞ ❝ i thought you were gonna die. ❞ ❝ i don’t pay you to ask questions. ❞ ❝ there’s no time for resting. ❞ ❝ revenge? you think i’m doing all this...for revenge? ❞ ❝ i need you to trust me, and do exactly as i say. ❞ ❝ you’re too soft to do what’s necessary. ❞ ❝ i know your potential better than anyone. ❞ ❝ you’ve made it all this way, but you haven’t learned a thing. ❞ ❝ maybe you’ll live to meet me again. ❞ ❝ the most important thing in this world is pure, unadulterated power. ❞ ❝ i’ve something to ask you...but i don’t think i’ll get a straight answer. ❞ ❝ you didn’t answer my question. what’re you after? ❞ ❝ you know, you were always an asshole. ❞ ❝ you have a strange sense of humor. ❞ ❝ you are nothing if not unyielding. ❞ ❝ i just wanna feel good about myself. make amends. or something like that. ❞ ❝ just give me a heads-up before you stab me next time, okay? ❞ ❝ it’s okay to be afraid, you know. ❞ ❝ what do you think? people can change, right? ❞ ❝ not looking good, eh, my friend? ❞ ❝ you try to save one person; a hundred others die. ❞ ❝ was that an act of defiance? against me? ❞ ❝ a well-tuned weapon can make up for a lack of skill. ❞ ❝ i’ll let myself out. ❞ ❝ you won’t get away with this. ❞ ❝ be a shame to live the rest of your life wondering ‘what if’ - am i right? ❞ ❝ you have the stench of battle on you. ❞ ❝ so, tell me, why did you come to this horrible place? ❞ ❝ you wanna help? cause i could use it. ❞ ❝ if i could just forget what happened that night, the pain - even for a second... ❞ ❝ i knew i could count on you. ❞ ❝ i think you’d be pretty dashing in it. ❞ ❝ i’m not used to having such good company. ❞ ❝ hey. it’s dangerous outside. ❞ ❝ god damn...i was almost a pancake. ❞ ❝ a lot of people have gone missing around here. and it’s been like that for a while now. ❞ ❝ sorry. i, uh, screwed up. ❞ ❝ i’m so scared. when that happened...i wasn’t myself any more. ❞ ❝ well done. you’ve proven yourself reliable. ❞ ❝ won’t be going anywhere in this thing. ❞ ❝ sorry, didn’t realize that was yours. ❞ ❝ this time, it can be different. it has to. ❞ ❝ everything will work out just fine. ❞ ❝ you missed. that’s not like you. ❞ ❝ come to my rescue, prince charming! ❞ ❝ sometimes it’s more fun not knowing. ❞ ❝ if you do well, i’ll make it worth your while. ❞ ❝ that hurts, you know. ❞ ❝ this is one hell of a gloomy place. ❞ ❝ why help me, though? what’s in it for you? ❞ ❝ oh, well, maybe just untie me then? ❞ ❝ knowledge is power. remember that. ❞ ❝ i can’t tell if that’s meant to be a compliment. ❞ ❝ i’m sure you’ll do your best to help me. ❞ ❝ bill me for the repairs later. ❞ ❝ it seemed like you really wanted to talk. ❞ ❝ you know, those things will kill you. ❞ ❝ you haven’t changed. you just think you have. ❞ ❝ don’t let the smallfry distract you from the big fish. ❞ ❝ quiet type, eh? ❞ ❝ guess you picked the wrong spot to vacation. ❞ ❝ a most warm welcome to my castle. ❞ ❝ bet you’ve been in spots like this before. ❞ ❝ to think you could be this foolish. ❞ ❝ give me a break already. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. i wish i could do more to help. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to recall what happened down there. ❞ ❝ years haven’t been kind to us, i suppose. ❞ ❝ finally, some peace and quiet. ❞ ❝ who are you? and what are you doing here? ❞ ❝ i’m just an average guy who happens to be quite the ladies’ man. ❞ ❝ you should really be telling me what a good job i did. ❞ ❝ is this the first time you coughed up blood like this? ❞ ❝ so much for helping me. ❞ ❝ so, who are you working for this time? ❞ ❝ you think i’m gonna give up that easily? ❞ ❝ hey, are you sure you’re good? ❞ ❝ i’m gonna get you home safe. ❞ ❝ i have a plan. but you’re going to have to trust me. ❞ ❝ gimme some space. ❞ ❝ i don’t get you. why risk your life like this? ❞ ❝ it’s a little over-the-top, don’t you think? ❞ ❝ they’re coming! get behind me. ❞ ❝ does that hurt? are you in pain? distressed? ❞ ❝ you are really starting to become a giant pain in my ass. ❞ ❝ you know i don’t work and tell. ❞ ❝ you’ve done well to make it this far. ❞ ❝ tell someone who gives a shit. ❞ ❝ happy to help. now you owe me. ❞ ❝ are you just trying to use me again? ❞ ❝ what’re you, my mother? ❞ ❝ i’m definitely gonna catch a cold. ❞ ❝ this artwork...doesn’t it look like it’s telling some kind of story? ❞ ❝ what do we do? there’s no way out. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong with wanting the same for myself? ❞ ❝ it’s a little old fashioned for my taste. ❞ ❝ you’re losing your cool. making mistakes. ❞ ❝ don’t scare me like that. ❞ ❝ you’re slow. and so goddamn weak. ❞ ❝ wow, you’ve really gone all out for me! you shouldn’t have. ❞ ❝ i will send you back to the hell you came from. ❞ ❝ heheh, having a rough day? ❞ ❝ the reaper comes for cowards and the careless alike. which are you? ❞ ❝ i’ve got to think. need to get my head straight. ❞ ❝ i shall leave tomorrow. go far away. ❞ ❝ here’s my question...have you changed? ❞ ❝ we will beat this. together. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? show no mercy! ❞ ❝ i admit - you’ve done well to stay alive this long. ❞ ❝ this means death. a slow, miserable death. ❞

[sokkastyles]

Some of the bingo card thingys caught my eyes with the dissonance

1) I'm sorry "mai and ty lee secretly hate and fear her" uhm the fear is quite explicit in Ty Lee's end, did y'all forget her introduction?? and Mai wasn't handled that well but she also explicitly says that she feared her.

2) "sibling disagreements are abuse" what disagreements? to have a disagreement you have to be on equal terms, and Zuko is never in equal terms with anyone as long as he is in the palace, they are also literally threats, not discussions, is Zuko just supposed to sit and take Azula's threats?

3) "seductress! Azula" what even is this, is it talking about that weird manipulation tactic where they circle around someone that she and sometimes zuko used that was clearly them trying to copy Ozai?

4) "Ursa made zero mistakes" I mean I've never seen anyone say this actually, Ursa wasn't a perfect mother, but she did try to do the best she could in the situation she was in, being with an abuser that also happened to be her king (people often seem to forget that part) while being a non-bender.

idk this only tells me 4 things, 1. Azula stans don't remember the episodes they don't wanna remember, 2. They either fell for Azula's act or don't understand that power dynamics between siblings are a thing that exist, 3. They seem to shift Ozai's blame into other characters or just, make it dissappear? (oh no, she wasn't using her brother as a scapegoat like she learned to do from her father, she was actually being a good sister 😌😌) and 4. They generalize and strawman and recontextualize so much they turn their claims into lies.

Yeah, it's not a secret. And as I said in another ask I just responded to, you can love someone and still fear them. It's weird, especially, for Azula stans, to not get that, considering that she both loves and fears her father.

Sibling disagreements are not abuse, but framing Azula manipulating, tormenting, and literally trying to kill her brother as "sibling disagreements" is abuse apologism.

Yeah, and I think the reason people do this is for the same reasons people sometimes act weird about zutara. Like, I'm sorry the bad guy made you feel some kinda way in your loins and now you gotta repent for your sins, sounds like a you problem!

Even saying Ursa "wasn't a perfect mother" makes me itchy because we barely saw her in the series, and her choices were so limited that she gets criticized more for what she didn't do or what she might have done more than anything. I've never claimed she was perfect but the second I hear people talking about her "flaws" which are actually entirely invented and exist offscreen and in the mind of a literal abuser, you better believe I'm gonna be like "actually she was an amazing mom." She "wasn't a perfect mother" because she once reacted with shock at seeing her eight year old child wish death on someone??? I'm gonna reiterate what I said before, the one talking point that I see get mentioned, when she said "what is wrong with that child," which wasn't even said to Azula, is actually for the audience's benefit more than anything. Which means that we're blaming Ursa for thought crimes here. For the purpose of excusing and minimizing Azula's actual crimes, and in many cases Ozai's as well, by insisting that Ursa was actually just like him because she tried to tell her daughter no a couple times.

[istherewifiinhell]

HM for the bingo: matoba, um um um. your least favorite oppie. your most favorite starscreamer. ummmmm. Abyssal Black Flame Dragon

HEHEHE

shitty id in alt. WELL THATS URRRR GUY. thats the guy thats nat.sume is about. pretty sure <- took me like a year to figure out this is not the case. he is silly. ive seen it in the gag manga. hessss a pretty loser goth in and out of drag what is not to like. im just assuming ur the most right about him i dunno if that means other ppl are wrong tho

joelle joelleity joelletwo is trying to get my ass murdered on tumblr dot gov. EDITED AND UPDATED. need to reflect that my constant with this one is i get why megs got like that

[alt]. ohhh buddy...... you asked. 1. no personality. 2. hate his whole vibe (aesthetics/affect) 3. BETRAYED THE REVOLUTION. 4. not a very good conflicted pasicfist if thats what they were gonna go for. 5. tee fee pee special. u know show dont tell. this is tell, then forget to bring up ever again. simply. simply. listen if the girlies in the tag have to make him interesting for their fanfic and fuck nasty shit (honourary) go with god. i have read good fic of him. but thats compliments to the fans. me personally. i would simply use any other iteration. i suppose u cant beat how DIVORCED this guy is. im not opposed any of his specific characteristics really. its the holistic sum thats my enemy.

DOODLING HEARTS AND GRAPHIC VIOLENCE ON THE SCANTRON <- which tf is that 🥁🔔

[ALT] actually can i edit this again lets do a bingo for bullying. he got bullied possible the most anyone has but ill bully him some more 😏🤨😳. now ur some ppl might think oh u like this screamer so much to u inversely not like this megs for beating him up. well not u tho. thats gotta be one of my favourite 2 minutes in all of tf kajdgbjfdhb. hes not real so hes fine with that i asked him myself. ANYWAY WHAT IF U WERE BACKED INTO A CORNER BY UR OWN VIOLENT IMPULSES AND CONSEQUENCES OF UR OWN ACTIONS and also millennia of unending war so u just decide to go full nihilist about it. and this literally saves your world and people. well not the ones u killed but most of em. and u keep winning <3 and ur pettiness and self severing survival instincts also saved the universe. btw. idk if i have HC so much as. i can see my reading of the text not being universal but also im right <3. billybob thompson one of 2 fav non latta screamers. prettiest modern screamer design

out of LEFT field but i LOVE IT

[alt] wait how did u land on a orbeez side character i would at remember the vibes of enough to get double bingo. was it dragon sooyoung? kfjjdf. DO U KNOW. how often i watch something and think. this character would be improved if they were an edgy anime fourteen year old. WELL HERE IT IS. the most important thing u can be in the world is a shitty emo teen with a deviant art dragon fursona. i dont remember anything else im literally just like. thats perfect. what a shit head. the best character in the book now im saying so.

[laurfilijames]

Admit It...

Pairing: Fili x female reader

Words: 2,044

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Oral sex (female receiving). Masturbation (male). Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: After being away on Royal duties for a fortnight, Fili returns home later than promised to find you busy in the kitchen, and you make up for lost time on a meaningful day.

A/N: Surprise! I did my best to bang out something short for one more contribution for the Deano Bingo, so I hope you enjoy! My final fic will be posted tomorrow evening.

Prompts used were Kitchen Sex and "Admit it, you missed me."

(In this fic Fili and reader live in a small cabin just outside Erebor, cause you know, why not.)

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Dough and flour coated your hands as you listlessly kneaded the forming pastry on the wooden countertop, your thoughts not at all focused on the favourite dinner you were carefully constructing, but rather on the dwarf you craved who loved it.

Having not clapped hungry eyes or needy hands on Fili in a fortnight now, your heart ached for him, missing him wholly and with every part of you that lived and breathed, and although today was not necessarily a monumental anniversary, you longed for him impossibly more.

A faint smile tugged at your lips as you recalled the day that was not all that long ago; his fingers weaving your hair into a courting braid, each passing of your strands signifying his love and devotion to you, claiming you as his One with the mark of the sigil on his bead that secured it but not more than the way his body proved so time and time again.

Sighing as you wiped your brow to try to erase the flush that was quickly reducing you into an inferno, you glanced out the window to see the quickly approaching darkness, and you wondered if you would get to see Fili at all today as had been intended when he left.

Knowing that discussions of contracts and settling on agreements took time and his royal duties were both grueling at times and chiefly necessary, you took a deep breath and prayed for patience to grace you, aware that he would be eager to return home and never purposefully neglect a day that meant so much to you.

Night soon took over what was left of the day, and after having meticulously cleaned the kitchen and did your best to keep dinner warm with still no sign of your love, hope drained from you as much as the fire had that you worked at stoking, the embers coming to life again slowly to lick at the new logs set upon them.

Wind howled against the walls of your small home, the protection of the Lonely Mountain not able to shield it from the direction it blasted, and you wondered if Fili would be caught sleeping out in the elements for another blustery night.

Heavy footsteps tread hurriedly up to the door, and in an instant his wind-burnt, reddened cheeks and tousled blond hair burst through, his smile warming you despite the cold that followed him in.

"You're late," you chided, the seriousness in your tone dampened by the grin that pulled the corners of your mouth upward, your eyebrow hooking high on your forehead to aid in selling your feigned disappointment.

Fili gave you a playful look of warning, his own eyebrows raising on his head to show his amusement in your audacious greeting. His boots and coat remained on him as he strode through to you, capturing you in a heated kiss that forced your back against the countertop and made you arch into him. Finding your face with his chilled hands, he deepened your kiss, effectively stealing your breath while making your legs feel weak, and in turn you pawed at the layers of leather that hid him from you.

With a low growl he broke the seal of your lips, his eyes dark as he looked at how he had already made your lips swell from his kiss and the roughness of his beard, your body clearly forgetting how to handle him.

"What am I late for?" he asked, squinting at you with exaggerated curiosity.

"Oh, nothing, I suppose," you drawled, shrugging your shoulders as you shifted your eyes to the left where his dinner sat waiting under a towel.

Fili tucked his lip in his teeth as he removed his hands from your face and lifted the covering to reveal what made his mouth instantly water and stomach growl with forgotten hunger.

"You made this for me?"

"I had, yes, but seeing as you were late…"

He gave a hearty laugh that made your heart leap in your chest, the realization of just how much you missed him settling heavily in your bones.

"Would you care to know why I was late?"

His head tipped to the side as he looked at you with a playfulness in his eyes, and you knew even if you were truly upset with him, that feeling would be impossible to hold on to.

Fili reached into the pack that he had carelessly discarded on the floor beside him, retrieving a fair-sized package wrapped in a material you immediately recognized that was sealed with a twine bow.

You took the parcel from him as he held it out for you, not missing the prideful, and partially smug look on his face as you carefully unwrapped it; the sight and scent of your favourite dessert awakening your senses.

"So, am I forgiven?" Fili asked, his pupils dilating as he watched you swipe your finger through the sticky topping and bring it to your mouth where you sucked it clean with an appreciative moan and closed eyes that no doubt mimicked something else.

Opening your eyes, you slowly licked your lips, seeing how your display made Fili's pulse hammer in his neck and blush rise up his chest that was visible where his tunic sat open at the top.

"I'll have to think about it," you quipped, your grin stretching across your face as he shook his head and started to remove his jacket while kicking off his boots.

Wearing just his trousers that he had already opened the laces on, Fili stalked toward you again, his hands bracing on the countertop to cage your body between his, his lips ghosting beside your ear.

"Do I need to remind you how much I love you?" His lips pressed against your neck and made you shudder, your breath hitching and heat rising through you at his proximity, and yet you stayed determined to keep your hands to yourself for now. Nuzzling your soft skin with his nose, he inhaled your scent before continuing in a raspy voice that displayed his vibrant lust for you. "...How much I missed you?"

You squirmed when he rubbed his hardened front against your core, and pulling his head away from you slightly, he peered at you with a look in his eyes you could no longer resist.

Giving him a nod that made him chuckle with amusement, you took the opportunity to soak in the sight of him, feasting your eyes on the hairy chest you could never forget, how his belly rounded out slightly just above where his trousers hung loose, able to see down them now that his cock stretched them out to reveal the hairs that darkened the further south they went.

His dimples flashed beneath his beard before he placed a quick kiss on your lips, doing his best to coax you out of your pretend bitterness.

"Admit it, you missed me," he purred, his eyes flickering over your features, effectively making you crack. You gripped his face and pulled him against you, crashing your mouth onto his where he eagerly matched your fervor, and before long you were naked and lifted up to sit on the counter. Dishes and jars of spices were knocked over as he carelessly swiped them out of the way to make room for you, the one he was truly ravenous for, making a point to kiss, suck and lick at every portion of your body from your mouth down to your center that was spread before him.

Looking up at you with heavy-lidded eyes as he reached your aching core, Fili kissed your bud gently, then slowly pulled it into his hot mouth, his tongue joining in to alternate swirling licks and agonizing sucks that made you fly your hands back to find anything to help ground you.

More items were tossed about as you were forced to lay back on the counter, including the dinner that crashed to the floor, neither you or Fili paying it any mind as he pressed his face into you even more and feasted on your slick flesh appreciatively.

You rocked your hips against his mouth desperately, your high bubbling up through you wildly due to his talent and the amount of time since you were last given such pleasure.

Fili dove his hand into his pants that were now loosened so much they were being held up only by his stiff member, and taking it out, he let them fall to pool around his feet, a loud groan resounding through you as he pumped himself and smeared the oozing precum over his sensitive head.

With a few more strokes of his expertly working tongue, your orgasm ripped through you, coating his beard with your abundant wetness, causing Fili to cry against you as your release edged him closer to his own, his hand beating his cock furiously but stopping just before he came undone.

He growled ferociously as he emerged from between your legs and licked his lips, his expression feral and unabashed while his chest heaved with panting breaths. Clasping his strong hands under both of your thighs, he dragged you off the counter, your hands sweeping a mug and plate off with you, the sound of ceramic smashing against the wood floor mixing with your laughter.

Your feet carefully landed on the planks between bits of broken items, and you smiled against Fili's lips as he crashed against you in a heated kiss, his arms snaking around your back to hold you as close to his needy body as he could get you.

"Turn around," he whispered roughly, helping to guide you to a spot that was clear of your accidental destruction, his cock bouncing against your bum when he kicked a bowl out of the way with his foot.

He bent to line up with you as you leaned forward to give him better access, his hands spreading your cheeks to make you whine longingly. His cock slammed into you, stretching your tight, temporarily unused walls in one fluid motion, wasting no time in starting a mind-numbing rhythm with his sharp thrusts.

Your breasts bounced and your whole body jostled from his force, the smile on your lips changing into an open gape that allowed your unhinged cries to pour out, the assault he put on your deepest parts building another blissful peak within you.

Fili's hands roamed your body as he bucked into you, smoothing and massaging the parts of you he had missed so much in loving caresses before finding a place on your hips to settle on hanging onto as he set to finish his barrage.

Pulling you back onto him with as much power as he slammed forward into you, he wrecked you both, sending you into screaming bliss at the same time he filled you to the brim with his reserved seed, his unbridled cries muffling against your back as he collapsed forward to cover you with his weight.

He was quick to pull out of you and spin you back to face him, lifting your legs up around his waist to seat you back on his cock that remained hard, and stumbled over to one of the chairs beside the fire.

Collapsing in it with you still encasing him, he buried his face in your neck, peppering you with kisses that spoke his silent words of desperation; the vacancy he had felt in being apart from you for too long replaced by an overwhelming sense of fullness.

"I did miss you," you admitted genuinely, carding your hands across his warm back while placing tender kisses upon his crown.

"I knew it," he chuckled, rubbing his face back and forth against your neck to tickle you until you joined him with your own sated laugh.

You turned your head to glance over at the state of the kitchen and ruined dinner with a wince, and looked back at Fili apologectically.

"I'm sorry!"

He continued to laugh, and placing a kiss on the tip of your nose and then your lips, he hummed. "I think the dessert was spared. I'll be more than happy to share that with you…but it must be in our bed and you must stay naked."

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[loyalpromise]

🎲 lee & carley :3

29: a kiss to the back of the hand ...

life  as  it  was  now  was  becoming  more  and  more  normal  for  them  and was  almost  alarming.  carley,  as  much  as  she  missed  the  days  of  being  able  to  sink  into  the  couch  of  her  apartment  and  watch  reruns  of  old  90s  sitcoms  after  a  hard  day  of  work,  found the  memories  were  also  becoming  fuzzier;  replaced  with  old  musty  motel  rooms  and  the  smell  of  mold  and  decay.  it  was  true  what  they  said:  once  you  smelled  a  dead  body,  you’d  never  forget  that  stench  for  the  rest  of  your  life.

she  also  didn’t  think  she’d  forget  all  the  times  lee,  kenny,  and  mark  would  leave  to  go  hunting  and  foraging,  only  to  come  back  with  some  bad  news—be  it  an  injury,  no  food,  or  another  mouth  to  feed.  they’d  hit  the  BINGO  that  day:  lee  cut  his  hand,  they  didn’t  manage  to  bring  back  any  food,  and  a  band  teacher  and  one  of  his  students  became  two  more  mouths  to  feed—or  would  have,  had  katjaa  been  able  to  save  the  man.

it  had  been  a  lot  to  deal  with.  carley  had  gone  to  her  dingy  room  to  decompress,  surprised  to  hear  a  knock  at  the  door  and  even  more  surprised  to  find  lee  standing  there.

“ hey, ”  carley  greeted,  eyes  dropping  down  to  lee’s  hand.  “ i’m  alright;  you  sure  you  don’t  wanna  keep  that  jerky  for  yourself ? ”  it  was  so  like  lee  to  worry  about  the  needs  of  the  others  of  the  motor  inn  before  himself.  carley  didn’t  know  how  he  did  it;  especially  to  the  likes  of  lilly  and  larry.

she  only  ended  up  taking  the  jerky  upon  lee’s  insistence,  before  changing  the  subject  to  ask  about  his  hand.

“ how’d  you  manage  that ?  get  it  while  trying  to  save  those  other  two ? ”

‘something  like  that…’

“ always  so  cryptic  with  you, ”  carley  said,  rolling  her  eyes,  before  reaching  for  his  injured  hand  and  bringing  it  up  to  eye  it,  ignoring  lee’s  hiss  of  protest.  “ but  it  doesn’t  look  too  bad.  you’ll  live. ”

a  thought  crossed  her  mind  then,  and  before  she  could  think  better  of  it,  carley  brought  the  back  of  his  hand  to  her  lips,  pressing  a  featherlight  kiss  to  the  scratchy  bandage  for  a  moment  before  pulling  away.  still,  her  hold  on  his  hand  remained,  and  her  gaze  lifted  once  more  to  meet  lee’s,  holding  it  in  a  lingering  stare  for  a  few  moments  too  long  before  she  suddenly  released  his  hand  and  averted  her  eyes.

she  shoved  down  the  butterflies  fluttering  in  her  stomach,  and  willed  her  cheeks  not  to  flush  as  she  made  a  show  of  clearing  her  throat  and  said  in  a  preemptive  warning,  “ not.  a.  word.  everett. ”

in  one  swift  moment,  she  guided  him  out  of  her  room,  standing  in  the  doorway  as  she  added,  “ it’s  supposed  to  make  it  feel  better.  you  should  be  thankful  i  even  thought  enough  of  you  to  do  so,  y’know.  you’re  welcome. ”

then,  she  moved  back  into  her  room  and  closed  the  door,  prepared  to  spend  the  rest  of  the  day  kicking  herself  for  behaving  like  a  silly  school  girl  with  a  crush.

[blairsanne]

Keep it Down

For the @deanobingo 2023 event!

Prompts: Iolaus - "Keep it down.", "No one else did."

Young Hercules - Iolaus x female OC 1068 words

Summary: Iolaus has been hiding an injury, but not from Althea's watchful eyes. Her offer to help him eventually becomes a steamy rendezvous.

CW: T rating. Mention of previous injury. Gets a bit hot and heavy but the fic ends before actual smut.

A/N: Just a quick, pointless, self-indulgent idea I had based on a couple of the prompts. Also this makes Bingo on the character card finally!

Iolaus rolled his shoulders, wincing in pain as he did so.

Standing shirtless beside his bed in the empty sleeping quarters, he allowed himself a moment to wallow in a bit of self-pity.

“There you are,” came a voice he’d know anywhere.

He turned to see Althea walking toward him with a slightly chastising smile. She was wearing the same simple dress she’d had on at dinner - the one that often made him forget she was a cadet - and he tensed, feeling underdressed despite often wearing about the same to train with her most days.

“Your back’s bothering you again, isn’t it?” she asked.

“What?” He shook his head, scrunching his face up defensively. “Nah.”

“Iolaus.” She reached out to touch his left arm. “You’ve been favoring one side all day. That drill with Jason this afternoon? Normally you’d have had no problem dodging his attack, but you didn’t want to land on this shoulder, right?”

“You- noticed that?”

“Of course I did. I’m your friend, aren’t I?”

“It’s just…” He shifted sheepishly. “No one else did. Or if they did, they didn’t say anything.”

“Well, you seemed a bit quiet the last couple days, so I started getting worried. Has it been bothering you all this time? Since Strife’s attack a few weeks ago?”

He shook his head. “Nah, it got better pretty quickly. I just did something to it the other day and it’s acting up again.”

He started rolling his shoulders again and she let go of his arm, stepping around him to watch the way his back muscles rippled as he continued to do various stretches.

She noted the way he flinched when he moved in a way that hurt, thinking he must have been putting in a great effort not to let on during practice. I’m glad he’s not hiding it from me…

“You should have gone to see Cheiron about it.”

“It’s not that bad. I’ll be fine.” He forced his usual carefree grin, puffing his chest slightly. “I’m pretty tough.”

“I know. But that doesn’t mean you should ignore injuries.” She dug into the cloth bag on her hip and pulled out a small glass bottle. “Can I at least try massaging it again?”

She caught the puppy-dog expression he flashed, eyes wide and soft at the suggestion.

“Would you really?”

“Of course.” She gestured at his bed on the floor. “Sit with your back to me.”

A moment later they were in position, Althea warming the herb-infused oil in her hands before smoothing it over his hot, tired muscles.

She sighed, disappointed by how hard the knots there were. “You’ve been overdoing it.”

“What am I supposed to do? Not go to practice? I’d never hear the end of it.” He stifled a groan as she worked a particularly tender spot. “Can’t slack off if I’m gonna keep up with Herc,” he murmured.

She hummed softly as she willed her touch to soothe his discomfort. “You’ve been in pain for days and didn’t say anything.”

He started to relax as her hands loosened the problem areas. “It’s fine.”

“What if you had made it worse? Gotten so injured you couldn’t fight? Who’d help Hercules then? Hm?” “Eh, he doesn’t really need my help.”

“What about me, then?” Her hands stilled against his skin, voice dropping low. “I worry about you, you know? I couldn’t bear it if something-” She chewed her lower lip and started back up, feeling Iolaus melting under her touch.

After a few more minutes, she pulled her hands back and started wiping them dry on a cloth. “That should do it.”

Iolaus took a deep breath and tried a few movements, letting out a sigh of relief to feel that they were no longer painful.

“Thanks.” He spun around to face her, both seated atop the thin bedding.

“Any time,” she replied earnestly. “If it acts up again, tell me right away.”

He grinned, tilting his head at her playfully, a few blond curls falling over his face. “That eager to have your hands on me?”

She held his gaze even as she reached out to tuck the hair back behind his ear. “Mmhmm.”

The dimples left his cheeks as his expression grew serious, searching her eyes. Did she really mean that?

His eyes flickered down to her parted lips and then back.

“Why didn’t you say so?”

He leaned in to close the gap, cupping her cheek as he kissed her, letting out a sigh of relief through his nose as she kissed him back.

Just as he moved to push her back against the mattress, he heard footfalls around the corner.

“C’mon.” He helped her up, dragging her down the corridor as quickly as possible, so nobody would see.

Before Althea could question what was going on, they were alone in a dark classroom, Iolaus shutting the door behind them.

“What are you-?” “Keep it down,” he whispered. “It’s almost curfew. Don’t wanna get caught.” “But- um-” She hugged herself, shoulders raising with her nerves. “We should go to bed soon.” “Sure. We will. But first, I- I just want to kiss you more.” “Oh.”

She shut her eyes as he kissed her again, melting in his hold despite his eagerness. Her chest heaved, full of butterflies despite the grin she could feel on his lips that attacked her.

When he finally broke for air, he beamed at her. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day we met,” he admitted.

“Oh, um- Me too, actually.” She let out an awkward laugh, feeling silly for having kept it a secret from him.

“Really? I thought-” Iolaus pursed his lips and let out a small groan, looking away.

“You thought what?” “Well, I- I just thought you liked Hercules, that’s all. Usually… girls like Herc. Or Jase.” “That’s lucky for me, then.” She took his face in her hands and kissed him emphatically, slipping her tongue past his lips.

He pushed her back against the door, his hands smoothing down her sides until they gripped her hips. They pressed against each other in the din, groping at each other wherever they could find purchase, needy kisses only building the lust between them.

Eventually he lifted her skirt, hot fingers grazing up her leg. “Iolaus…” she whined, feeling the heat pooling at her core.

“Hey, shh-” he counseled, already working his belt open. “Keep it down.”

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Tags: @laurfilijames @the-poldarkian @i-did-not-mean-to @the-butterfly-blues @fortheloveofdurin @spngingerbread21 @feeweeeee-deactivated20230423 @ichoosechoasandbeingqueer @missihart23

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

Blindfolded for the whump bingo card!

- @another-whump-sideblog

Spirals and Solitaire

Synopsis: After her capture by the heroes, Wrenna's blindfolded locked in a cell 24/7. It's lonely, so lonely, but her only friend is determined to help her, no matter what side she's on.

Content: Villain whump, hero caretaker, supervillain whumper (mentioned), solitary confinement, captivity whump, emotional/psychological whump, so much angst, also like a very, very heavy depiction of depression self loathing and suicidal ideation, happy ending though

Tagging: @whump-queen @whump-in-the-closet @soheavyaburden @turn-the-tables-on-them (thought you guys might like to read it :O)

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Day One

Wrenna lowered her head as if she were trying to avert her eyes from her nemesis. “I hate you, you know that?"

Eris could only laugh. “Do you really?” Wrenna's voice was emotionless, and from what she could see of Wrenna's face, her expression was the same. Eris could tell that there was no true malice behind her words. “Or are you only saying that because you’re supposed to?”

Wrenna tensed, cuffed hands folding into fists. “What the hell do you mean by that?”

“It’s just food for thought,” Eris replied with a gentle smile. She leaned closer, resting her arms on the table. “I don’t have anything to do today, so why don’t we chat for a bit?”

“I’m not talking,” Wrenna stated, monotone. “You can’t tie me up and strap this on my face—“ She gestured towards the blindfold she was wearing—“and expect me to agree to a friendly little chat.”

Eris shot her a sympathetic look, forgetting that Wrenna couldn't see it. “Hey, I’m sorry about that, but it’s standard safety procedures. You’re going to ah—have to prove that you aren’t dangerous, but once you do that, they’ll take the blindfold off!”

Wrenna flinched back. “Is that what you want from me…?”

“I don’t—I don’t want anything from you, in particular.” Eris spoke in a measured tone, words carefully chosen.

Wrenna frowned and said nothing.

Eris reached out an arm and gingerly intertwined her fingers with Wrenna's. Wrenna flinched at first, and Eris almost drew back, but Wrenna grasped her hand tightly at the last second. Eris smiled, small but genuine.

“Let’s forget about the whole heroes and villains thing for a moment, okay? You’re just a person. And I can see that you’ve been hurt… so I just want to help you. And maybe we can be friends?” Eris’s voice was hopeful.

Wrenna tilted her head. She hesitated before replying in a low whisper. “I guess I’ll humor you for a little bit.”

Day Eleven

Soft ticking reverberated around the cell. For some goddamn reason, there was a clock in here somewhere. Not that it mattered. She couldn't see it anyways.

God, what she'd give to see a clock.

She wished for a lot of things, but right now, she wished for this the most. Honestly, she just wanted to know how much time had passed. Life was always lonely and terrifying, but now it was boring too.

At the very least, she'd like to be able to count the hours she'd spent in this cell.

She was lying on the floor, and she wondered what the ceiling looked like. Her vision was entirely obscured by jet-black cloth. Getting around was awkward now, but it wasn't like she was going anywhere. The cell was maybe a few paces wide, from what she could tell.

But the worst part—the part that made Wrenna want to hide under the bed or scream and rip through everything and everyone—was that the blindfold stopped her from using her telekinesis. It was fucking stupid—just a piece of fabric that she couldn't get off, and it had all been taken away from her.

She had never been this powerless before.

If she didn't have anything before, she truly had nothing now.

Her mind raced and her heart drummed loudly in her chest. She tensed, turning as still as a statue. Why? Why must this happen?

Actually, there was no point in asking. She knew why. Because she was a villain. Because she was dangerous.

Did they know that if she could, she would go back in time and erase all her mistakes? Choose to never hurt those people, to never commit those crimes, to never do the shit that landed her here.

But she was a coward who let herself be fully under Móirín's thumb.

Maybe she deserved this. Maybe she deserved to be here.

No, it wasn't a maybe, it was a yes.

Day Twenty-Six

Eris had begun to make a habit of visiting Wrenna. It was something she was quite grateful for. Eris was…somewhere, rambling about a book she had recently read, and Wrenna was sitting on the bed, her worries causing her to half-tune Eris out.

"And like, at the end, the trio hops onto the dragon, and they have to fly through a bunch of storm clouds to get to the Dark Lord's castle, and—hey, Wrenna?"

The abrupt stop made Wrenna jerk her head up. "Um, yeah?"

"Are you doing okay?

After some hesitation, Wrenna answered, "I…yeah, sure, I guess." God, she didn't even sound convincing to herself.

She heard Eris's footsteps walking closer to her. It unnerved her slightly, not knowing exactly where Eris was. A hand touched her shoulder, causing her to jump in surprise.

"Oh—sorry about that, my bad!" Eris exclaimed. "I just—I just wanted to let you know, I'm here for you, if you ever want to talk about anything."

Wrenna sighed and slumped over, running the words she wanted to say over and over again in her mind. The phrase was simple, but the delivery could be everything.

Finally, she simply stated, "I want to get out of here."

Eris didn't respond immediately. "You remember the offer, don't you?" she commented.

"Yes, and I've told you before, I'm not joining the heroes."

"Wrenna, it'd be for the best, you'd be safe, and you'd prove to everyone you've changed—"

"I have changed," Wrenna interrupted. "I'm not going to fight for anyone but myself, no matter how much they try to make me." She'd made that mistake with Móirín already. She wouldn't make it again.

Eris sighed. "Alright. But maybe think about it a little more."

The room went quiet, and the silence was deafening.

It was Wrenna who broke it. "I…I haven't read a lot of books, but the one you were talking about sounds great…can I hear more about it?"

"Sure!" Eris chirped, and Wrenna imagined that she was smiling.

Day Forty-One

To keep herself from going any more insane than she already was, Wrenna had invented a few little games for herself.

There was the "Guess That Noise!" game, which was always a little treat. Sometimes there'd be a humming sound, or a crash, or the sound of something zipping by. Usually, the sources seemed to be mundane. The whir of a vent. Someone dropping something heavy upstairs. An annoying, evil mosquito. Sometimes she could make out the faint sounds of cars in the distance.

Lately, she'd added another part to this game, where she made up a story behind the sound that was much more fun. An electric field about to zap something. A piano falling from a window. A wedding cake toppling over. A murder—no, not a murder. Not that. She didn't want to think about that.

It was usually an interesting game, but she couldn't do it all the time. Wrenna had other things to occupy herself, though.

She also had the drawing game, which mostly consisted of lying on her stomach on the floor and making scratches on the cold linoleum floor. She couldn't exactly see what she was drawing, but she could imagine it might look like something a feral animal would make. Or maybe it wasn't visible at all.

Wrenna had no way to tell if she was scratching hard enough, but one day, she noticed warm liquid running down her fingertips. When she ventured to sample it, it tasted like a drop of copper on her tongue. So she knew that she'd probably made some type of mark, even if it was just bloodstains.

And there was one final game as well. Wrenna didn't particularly like playing this one, but she couldn't stop herself from doing it. It didn't have a name. It simply consisted of trying to get the restraints off.

The handcuffs had a generous chain and left her hands in the front, but they were still weighty, awkward, and uncomfortable. They had a rough texture that was a little soft when poked—Wrenna guessed it was leather padding, and as far she could tell with her hands, there wasn't a lock she could pick or break.

And she constantly found herself fiddling with the blindfold, but the damn thing had so many straps and even a fucking lock. Wrenna couldn't get it off, and yet she was still constantly trying. Where the hell did the heroes even get something like this?

Even with all these little activities, there was too much time in the day—or night? She couldn't tell anymore—to think. To ponder over all her mistakes and failures. Why did you do this? Why have you ended up here? Why, why couldn't you have just never been born?

More often than not, the blindfold was damp with tears.

Day Fifty-Two

Eris was back again. Back for another little conversation about the smallest things, heart-to-hearts that meant so much to Wrenna. Eris was standing by the door, and the two had been conversing for what felt like hours.

"Really? You never had any stuffed animals as a kid?" Eris asked her, incredulous.

Wrenna shook her head in response. In the back of her mind, she wondered how many times Eris made these kinds of gestures that she was just unable to see.

"We've got to fix that! I'm getting you a plushie. What's your favorite animal?" Eris's voice was suddenly much more animated and excited.

Wrenna felt her cheeks become hot, and she cracked a nervous smile. "Aww, you don't have to do that for me."

"But I will," Eris promised. "It's really nothing, and plushies are so important."

"Um…I like canaries a lot," Wrenna said in a soft voice.

"A canary plush it is then!" Eris confirmed.

She paced for a bit before sitting down on the floor, next to the cot that Wrenna was sitting on.

"I still can't believe you didn't have any plushies as a kid," Eris commented, voice a little sad.

Wrenna frowned. "If I had any stuffed animals, Móirín would have probably taken them away eventually," she mused.

"God, that's fucked," Eris murmured, giving Wrenna's hand a soft squeeze.

Wrenna shrugged. "It's fine. Not the worst thing she did by a long shot."

Eris was silent for a while, and Wrenna wondered what she was doing.

"Do you need to talk about it…?" Eris finally offered.

Wrenna opened her lips, and mouthed a few syllables, trying to figure out the right answer, how to phrase things. "I…"

She honestly did want to talk about it. But the prospect of telling someone was frankly terrifying. Her entire life with Móirín was an exercise in learning how to be quiet, how it was better to scream and sob than spill any information at all.

"It's…I don't know. It was a lot." Wrenna said carefully, tone kept measured and even. "I never wanted to be a villain, you know… But Móirín wanted it. And well, she won." Móirín had always made it known to Wrenna that she owed her. So Wrenna followed her orders, and paid the price when she didn't.

She shrugged. She didn't know what else to do.

She felt a supportive pat on her shoulder. From Eris, probably.

"Wow, that should have never happened to you…" Eris remarked. "But hey. You can be whatever you want to be. You're safe now. I promise that to you."

Her voice was so kind, so sweet and gentle, that at least for the moment, Wrenna truly believed she could trust Eris.

Day Sixty-Seven

Eris was the only thing Wrenna looked forward to, now. She was the only person Wrenna ever talked to—maybe no one else cared to talk to her, maybe she was just appointed—whatever, Wrenna didn't care. She just wanted to hear someone's voice.

And maybe, one day, see Eris's face.

But Wrenna had gotten used to the darkness, and she was starting to doubt if she'd ever see anything again.

As she stroked the little canary plush in her hands, Wrenna racked her mind, trying to think of something to say to her only friend. But her list of conversation topics was starting to dry up. She'd already told Eris everything. About the things she once saw and liked to do, about the secret hobbies she hid from Móirín, and Móirín's plans, their location and secret hideouts, and about the people who worked with them, too. She'd even told Eris about some of her regrets.

Nothing was off the table. And she didn't care if she was spilling valuable information anymore. She'd be happy if everything blew up in Móirín's face.

"Wrenna…?"

She turned her head in the direction of Eris's voice. Oh god. She was going to leave. Wrenna had nothing to say, and now Eris was just going to go. She was too boring. Everything was boring. Wrenna had nothing to do and that was so boring which had made her boring and Eris was going to lose interest, maybe she wouldn't come back—

Eris's voice interrupted her spiraling thoughts. "Um. You look pretty deep in thought. What'cha thinking about?"

Wrenna turned her head away. "I…" She could tell Eris. Eris treated her kindly. Eris always had soft, gentle words to say. She felt almost trustworthy, even.

Tears started streaming down Wrenna's face. Fuck. Fuck. Not now.

"I-I just…" Wrenna's voice cracked, and she buried her face in her hands. "I can't do this anymore!"

"Hey, hey," Eris soothed. Wrenna heard the bed creak and felt Eris's arms wrap around her, and she felt just a little more safe and secure. "It's okay, let it out…wanna talk about it, more?"

"I think—I think I'm losing my mind—oh god, how long have I even been in here?" Wrenna croaked.

"It's been, um, it's been a while," Eris murmured.

Wrenna leaned on Eris's shoulder, melting into the hug. "Please—I have to get out. Can you get me—can you get me out of here?" she whispered to Eris, every few words punctuated with a sob of utter longing.

"I…I'm sorry, but I can't. Not unless you, you join us," Eris mumbled in reply, sounding disappointed in herself.

"Oh," Wrenna sighed, defeated.

I think I'd rather die.

Day Eighty

Even though she couldn't see, Wrenna now knew the cell like the back of her hand.

Her reference was the wall where the ticking noise came from, the one that the clock was mounted on. On the opposite end of the ticking was the wall with the door. Across from the door, to the right of the ticking, was her cot, layered with extra blankets and messy sheets. To the left of the ticking was the door to the bathroom.

She had probably felt the walls hundreds of times by now, circling the cell and running her hands along the smooth paint, like what she was doing now. As far as she could tell, there weren't any bugs, though she didn't doubt that there was a camera somewhere out of her reach.

Lately, she had invented a new game. It was a bit morbid, and sometimes she wondered if she really should be playing it, but she had nothing else better to do.

It was a straightforward game—she'd find an object, feel it, and let her mind wander, thinking about ways she could use it to kill herself. Sometimes her ideas could be horribly creative, but none of them were particularly easy or painless.

Still, maybe she'd actually do it one day. Any other ending was starting to seem like a dream and an impossibility. There was nothing but her and the darkness and her stupid fucking brain and the cell that she couldn't see.

Wrenna leaned against the wall, then sunk to the floor, and sighed. There still wasn't anything to do. The cell was practically barren and empty. It was probably that way for a reason. Maybe it was empty to give the inmates fewer opportunities to kill themselves. Or maybe it was because they didn't deserve any better.

If she died here, she would die a prisoner. Which was depressing, considering that she had been one all her life. But it felt like such a minuscule concern compared to the prospect of finally ending this horrible existence.

She wanted freedom, but she'd settle for death.

Day Ninety-Five

Wrenna was lying on the cot, tangled in her sheets. She hadn't left the bed in days, and she didn't want to, either. Her mind was filled with static that pinned her down to the cot and sapped her motivation to do anything at all.

There was a knock on the door. Probably Eris. "Yeah. Come in." Her voice was tinged with a permanent sadness now, hopelessness bleeding through her words.

She heard the turn of the lock and the heavy cell door swinging open.

"Hey, Ren," Eris greeted, in that sweet voice that sounded like calm ocean waves.

"Hey…stay here for a while, please?" Wrenna had nothing to talk about. And yet she still wanted to be with Eris, anyways. Not that she deserved her, or any sort of friend. But if this was how Eris chose to spend her time, Wrenna wasn't about to argue.

"Of course." Eris sat down on the edge of the bed, and Wrenna shifted to give her more space. Eris clasped Wrenna's hand, and Wrenna enjoyed the warmth.

Eris started talking about a recent mission, and Wrenna truly did want to listen to every word, but it was all too easy to get sucked into her thoughts, her guilt, and her death wish.

Wrenna honestly didn't really remember what she felt guilty about anymore. She knew that she hurt people. And she recalled the moments, the twisting of a knife, the shrieks, and the sirens. But the past was starting to fade away and fall into the darkness. Now there was only the cell, the wretched, suffocating little box, in the waking hours, and Móirín's house in her nightmares.

She was nothing. This life was nothing. Every hour was just prolonging the agony. Even when Eris was there.

There was something she needed to ask Eris.

"Eris?" she softly called out.

Eris quickly responded. "Yeah?"

Wrenna took a deep breath and squeezed the plush canary underneath the blankets to prepare herself for asking. "Eris, I-I…" Her voice trembled, and she felt tears soaking into her blindfold.

"I need you to kill me," she finally imparted.

Eris was silent for a long time. "…What?" she whispered, with quiet horror.

"Please," Wrenna begged, "please, that's all I want… I feel like I'm dying in here. I can't take this anymore. Can you—can you kill me? I can't kill—I can't kill myself, so—so I'm asking you, to, to do it."

"No, Ren, god no, I can't do that. I'm not going to kill you. Oh, god. My god," Eris panicked. Wrenna heard Eris's heartbeat starting to race, matching her own.

Eris squeezed Wrenna's hand tightly. "I can't. I would never hurt you." Eris was crying now. Wrenna could hear it.

"It's okay. I'm sorry for asking," Wrenna apologized, voice quiet. She tried to hide the disappointment and strange relief that welled up inside her.

"No, no, it's—" Eris took a deep breath. "Okay. Okay. I think I have to—no, I will."

"Ren, I'm going to get you out of here," she declared.

"If I join the heroes, right, I've heard it all before," Wrenna supposed with a sigh.

"No. I'm going to get you out of here regardless," Eris promised, grave determination in her voice.

Wrenna couldn't believe it. "Really?"

"Yeah. Really. God, I'm so sorry—I should have done something earlier." Eris's voice cracked with regret.

It was Wrenna's turn to clutch Eris's hand. "It's—it's okay. When do we—when do we leave?" she ventured, a spark of hope igniting in her heart.

"How about right now?" Eris offered.

Wrenna's cracked lips curled into a smile, her first in a long time. "That sounds great to me."

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AN: I had this written a while ago but I didn't find the time to edit it until recently

Hope you guys enjoy this, it's one of my longer pieces so <2

[late-to-the-party-81]

M'Baku - Bucky Barnes Bingo K1

AN: As standard, I should be writing something else, but I'm feeling blocked, so knocked this out to get on with my bingo card.

Beta'd by @christywantspizza, Dividers by @firefly-graphics and Banners/Covers by me.

Find my masterlist here and my BBB masterlist here

This story fits into my main SamBucky Stories 'verse.

Pairing: Past M'Baku x Bucky, Current Sam x Bucky

WC: 1.5k

CW: Mild Angst, Implied smut, Fluff, Bucky worrying about nothing, minor cross over with one of my other 'verses...

Bucky was nervous. He shouldn’t be. They were all grown ups, and he and Sam were happy. 

Stable. 

Secure. 

Besides, people ran into their exes everyday, didn’t they? But he couldn’t stop the swirling in his gut, the nervous butterflies. Would there be some awkwardness? Antagonism? Jealousy? He wondered if Sam had noticed his discomfort. He’d been trying to hide it and act normal, but Sam was perceptive. If he hadn’t caught on yet, he would soon. 

Very soon in fact.

The cart bumped along the track as it wound higher through the mountains. Sam could have flown them there, but Bucky had pointed out that to turn down the transportation offered would come across as rude, and he knew from experience not to rile up their host. Although… A smile teased the edge of his lips as an image flitted through his mind of just such an incident.

“So, you come up this way often when you were recovering?”

Sam’s voice, low and breathy in his ear, jerked Bucky out of his thoughts.

“Huh? What? Umm, yes. Couple of times. T’Challa didn’t want me to get bored, so, umm… every so often he’d ask me to come up here with some royal whatnot. I dunno. Was good to get a change of scenery, you know. Even if I did miss my goats.

“Uh-huh. And was the scenery…nice?”

A wave of suspicion washed over Bucky at Sam’s tone. He lent away from his boyfriend slightly, to look him up and down. Sam just grinned back, not really giving anything away.

“Umm… suppose so.”

 

Sam’s hand crept out from under the blanket he wore around his shoulders, so he could twine their fingers together, before he turned his gaze back to the mountainous slopes around them. Bucky gave them a light squeeze, finding comfort in the touch.

A trip to Wakanda had been inevitable, Bucky supposed, what with Sam taking on the mantle of Captain America and then the passing of T’Challa (and all that had occurred in the small nation following that). They’d spent a few day’s in the capital, paying their respects. Shuri had greeted Bucky enthusiastically, her status be damned, and had insisted, despite everything else she had to deal with, that he allowed her to check and recalibrate his arm. 

She’d tutted and sighed over every scratch, no matter that they were almost invisible.

“Take better care of your things, James. Don’t make me come to America to tell you off.”

Sam had grinned then as well, elbowing Bucky as he blushed under the royal chastisement.

However, now they were on their way up the mountains. To visit with the Jabari. 

And M’Baku.

Bucky felt himself blush again, just thinking about the leader of the Jabari. 

When they’d first met, the sheer size of the man had made Bucky feel small, almost making him forget that he had super strength, and that even one armed he’d be able to hold his own in a fight. He hadn’t wanted to fight, though. Wrestle, maybe, but not fight. The man was stunning, his personality magnetic, and Bucky, feeling how he had been, bereft, confused, a little lonely and touch starved, hadn’t been able to resist.

M’Baku had returned that first evening, appearing at the door of Bucky’s hut, his presence taking up as much space as his broad body. His gaze had been predatory, his skin glowing gold in the firelight, and Bucky had dropped straight to his knees in instant submission. He’d wanted nothing more than to loose himself between those strong thighs, worshipping M’Baku’s body, but that wasn’t what the leader of the Jabari had had in mind.

He’d come down to his knees too, gently pushing Bucky’s long hair back from his face, before cupping his cheek. He’d moved slowly, telegraphing his moves, and giving Bucky the chance to back out, before he’d lowered his mouth, claiming Bucky’s lips. Barely any words had passed between them that night, other than cries of each other’s names, and praises to various deities. Bucky had woken, alone in his hut, but with the musky scent of his Wakandan lover surrounding him and the pleasant ache of a tender lovemaking suffusing his body.

A week later and T’Challa, with a mischievous look in his eye, had appeared and requested Bucky’s assistance, asking him to travel up to Gorilla City with Ayo, to deliver some important papers. He’d been vague as to why Bucky was required to accompany a member of the Dora Milaje, but, as a guest, and with all the assistance T’Challa had given to Bucky, he hadn’t felt as though he could say no. When Ayo had disappeared just after their arrival, Bucky’s suspicions of a set up were confirmed, but he didn’t say no when M’Baku invited him to talk and have a drink in his private quarters. And it was no-one else’s business if he hadn’t left that room for two days, or that, when he did, he was limping slightly and had a dopey smile smile plastered on his face.

The pattern of visits between them repeated over the next few months, only to be stopped by Thanos, and the Snap. They’d spoken briefly on the final battlefield, standing back from the others as Tony had breathed his last, but nothing since. They’d never defined what they had. A mutual need and comfort, perhaps? But nothing that could last. They’d had little in common outside of their mutual lust and respect for each other.

The cart came to a halt and Bucky was so lost in his memories that his body bounced off of Sam’s with the change in momentum. He smiled briefly, but distractedly, at his partner before jumping down and following the Jabari guard into the Palace. He could see reactions from people who recognised him; sideways glances, points and whispers. Hopefully, Sam would think it was aimed at him and his level of fame. Bucky didn’t even realise that he was hyperventilating until Sam grasped his hand again, giving it a strong squeeze and flashing him a soft smile.

Then they were inside, approaching the Jabari throne, and Bucky raised his eyes and looked, and there he was, grinning and resplendent in all his glory, and Bucky’s mouth went dry, and he felt his legs stop working, and…

A low whistle made its way from between Sam’s lips.

“Wow. I completely get it now, Buck. Damn.”

Bucky’s head turned so fast he almost got whiplash. Sam was smiling, his eyes sparkling.

“If I’d had the chance to jump that man, you can bet your bottom dollar I’d have done so. But then again, I always knew you had good taste. Look who you’re dating now.”

Bucky’s mind raced, thoughts scrabbling in his head.

“What? How? You’re not mad?”

“Of course I know. Confirmed by Shuri. And no, of course not. Unless, of course, you were planning to ditch me for him. But given how close that lady over there is hovering and the looks they’re giving each other, I think you might have competition.” 

The last comment was accompanied by another gentle elbow jab, and Bucky couldn’t help but smile back.

“It was a long time ago, and I was feeling some kinda way, and, well, just look at him. But I’m happier now than I’ve ever been. But I worried how you’d react and how he’d react and… he and I parted under strange circumstances.”

“It’s fine, Buck. We all have pasts. And, in the grand scheme of things, meeting your gorgeous ex isn't the strangest thing I’ve done. Hope I don’t have to fight him for your honour, though. I wouldn’t like my chances.”

Bucky bit back a chuckle.

“Come on, let me introduce you.” Feeling more confident, he strode forwards, almost dragging Sam along in his wake.

“M’Baku. Um, it’s been a while, but it’s good to see you again. This is Sam. Sam Wilson. Captain America. My… umm… boyfriend.”

He was waiting for M’Baku’s smile to drop, for some kind of disappoint or anger to appear. What he got instead was a laugh. A full belly laugh that echoed around the throne room. M’Baku got up from his throne, taking hold of Bucky’s left arm and pulling the supersoldier forward into a bear hug. 

“It is good to see you too. I’m glad to make the acquaintance of the new Captain America. Even happier to know that you are being taken care of properly. That you have found what you were searching for. I too have found what I was missing.” His eyes flicked over his shoulder, at the attractive woman who was standing near the throne. “My Sabi. It seems that I keep forming attachments to foreigners. But while the last time round I knew from the start it would be a short affair, this time it feels different. It is different. And I think it is the same for you too.

Bucky smiled at his former lover, and then turned to look at Sam, the adoration clear to see in his eyes.

“It is. It really is.”

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[rhoddys]

idk if you're still doing the character bingo (if you're not ignore this ask lol) but if you are i'd love to hear your takes on charlie and willow :3

(I totally didn’t almost forget to do this idk what you’re talking about lol 😅)

Originally was gonna do two separate cards and then realized that there was only one square in the difference so I just combined them. The orange half square is for Willow.

By association to my fav character (we all know who that is lol) Charlie is a character I adore. I was a little on the fence in putting her down for the "The fandom is so mean smh" tile, but i honestly feel if anything that she's quite slept on. Maybe because I'm mainly a maxwil fic reader who's only been branching out a bit more now, but clearly unlike myself not many tend to bring up Maxlie or say anything about Charlie herself, if she is then it's Max feeling guilty the end. My fic Winter Complexities was heavily based on my want for a fic to show a parallel between the two ships, and now I often can't write any sort of ship fic with Maxwell if I don't bring up Charlie, it is simply against my nature lol I will continue to force past maxlie on everyone who opens up my ship fics. Maxlie is very precious to me and Charlie even more so, the woman has been through the wringer at this rate.

And next is Willow! Istg this fandom is wild with her, maybe I just haven't had to deal with a Willow main myself (my friend who got me into this game was a Webber main, and tested out Woodie, Wendy and Walter), I myself am a solid Wilson main (prev: Wendy main, trying out Winona and I've also tried WX, Max and Wanda(when I get a proper pc I'll hopefully play more of her)), but I've had my own Willow main moment (rip fire beefalo). It's only half cuz I think a lot of people write her pretty decently. In my own writing I have a lot of fun with her, she's one of those characters you can go wild with and I did that without even trying in my oc's fic, whole chapter was spotlight on her basically lol But yeah idk I suppose it's more an issue when people discuss her in game stuff, but it's more a running joke if anything it seems. Also as someone who is very much dying for the lore the Wickerbottom animatic took me out, holy shit I can't wait for when Klei gives us more, like the end of that animatic??? Working with Maxwell pre-constant??? I n e e d to know more!! I have so many thoughts after that and I'm positively screaming

[darkkitty1208]

For your WIP game…

I’M VERY INTO WHATEVER “de-aged america; parenting wongstrange” IS! GOD THAT JUST SOUNDS WHOLESOME!

Thank you for the ask, love!

Answering from this WIP Ask Game

This one's actually a prompt request! They requested Wongstrange parenting a de-aged Chavez from an age regression spell/something alike. I settled with a relic, but don't expect me to explain that in depth. Here's an excerpt!

de-aged america; parenting wongstrange (unofficial title, obv)

"Oh Gods," Stephen stopped dead in his tracks. "No. No no no no no no, Wong's going to kill me," he muttered, voice low and laced with actual fear. He picked up the little babbling baby draped on the floor, and observed her for a moment. Weirdly, her robes weren't dangling off her now-turned-smaller body like he expected it to be, but seemed to have shrunk exactly the size she has. The sling ring she was using to practice earlier, though, was exactly the same size. She was now chewing on it like a toy. 

Magic can be weird sometimes. 

He turned her around in his arms and gave her another look-over. No sign of injuries, no harm, and… everything else is alright. Well, if you ignore the clear reduction in size. 

Goddammit. 

He searched around the area, turning his head here and there, around the corner until–Bingo. There it was. He balanced the baby over his arm, used his other hand to pick up the relic from the ground, looked back at her, and then sighed. 

"What did I tell you about not messing around with magical objects?" he asked, and her response was a little giggle followed by some blabbering. Stephen frowned at her for a moment, contemplating what to do next. Ok. This is definitely alright, I can handle this.  

The only thing he knew about the relic was that it was capable of changing the user's age, be it reducing or increasing it. There were books at Kamar Taj that he's sure would have an explanation to reverse the effects of it, and he could definitely ch-

His train of thoughts stopped into an immediate halt as a chubby and slightly wet – what? – hand slapped across his cheekbone, trailed to the bridge of his nose, and then nearly hit his eye – which caused him to immediately close it shut – in the effort of trying to lower it back down. Another hearty giggle followed after that. 

Stephen sighed. Who am I kidding? 

He knew nothing about babies. 

Next thing he knew, the little thing dropped her slingie to the ground, gripped at his hair, and tried to put it in her mouth. 

"Hey, no. No, that's not food, let it go," he said, trying to pull his hair out of her – seemingly toothless – mouth. "No, spit it out, America. You aren't supposed to e–"

"What," Stephen flinched and turned his head around upon the voice, "Why is there a–" Wong drew his eyebrows together. 

"What is– Y– The little– Why– What?" The man seemed to forget how to speak properly. 

"Uh," Stephen said rather unintelligently, "I can explain." 

Wong stared at him, and then at the baby, to the relic, and back at the man.

"Then do."

[arctic-hands]

Oh, forgot to post the dream journal I made on the fly yesterday. Goddamn everything went wrong with this one.

[Image Description: a small book cover, dark blue with a not-quite-centered painting of a cat sitting on a window ledge with van Gogh's "Starry Night" in the sky outside the window. The picture is framed by shiny silver lacey paper. End I.D.]

[Image Description: the inside of the cover, showing a vintage-looking paper with sideways old timey pictures that look like they were stamped on in black ink. There's a rose in the corner, followed by a small daisy and a chandelier, an analogue clock face, a Coronet crown, a teacup that is cut off halfway, a Jack playing card, and a piece of paper and pen that is also cut off. End I.D.]

[Image Description: the spine, or rather lack of, of the book. The four signatures are sewn together in Coptic stitch, and the last one on the left is slightly misaligned with the rest, jutting up higher by a bit. End I.D.]

[Image Description: the inside of the back cover, showing the same vintage-looking paper, this time right side up. It shows an old record player, a teapot and saucer, an old hanging grandmother clock with a pendulum, a long and spindly flower, an owl, a star compass, the driving car of a choo choo train (I forget what the car is called), an old fashioned key, an elaborate clock face with Roman numerals, and part of a bingo board. End I.D.]

[Image Description: the back cover of the book, showing a deep blue, watercolor-like texture with a nebula-like patch of blue blending out into white near the center. End I.D.]

Firstly–since I was doing this all with supplies I already had–all I had for the cover was chipboard that was thinner and more bendy than I would like it to be. Then while I was cutting out the blue paper for the cover–the only sheet I had left in this color–I accidentally went off the ruler, slicing a line into it that was noticeable once glued. Speaking of glue, I couldn't find my PVA (naturally, I found it once the project was done), so I had to use a CraftBond gluestick. The silver lace was used to cover up the very noticeable cut. Then I realized after I glued everything on that the picture wasn't centered. Then the binding was supposed to have a spine in the Secret Belgian bind, but I got so frustrated trying to tape the covers and spine to keep them in place at the exact distance needed to stitch them together (my choice was either washi tape that was too weak to stick and keep everything in place, or painters tape I already knew would stick too much and tear the covers), that I said fuck that and did my standard Coptic stitch. By the time I realized I had had stitched the very last signature upside down and it wasn't in sync with the rest, I just fuck it all and finished it as is. I'm trying to see the charm in it and not the flaws

[lookotherway]

Since you mentioned "why Toga exists" in the Bingo. I once read that she was originally meant to die during the MHA arc. But then Idk, she was kinda popular and Ochaco needed an opponent i guess? So yeah. Dead girl walking. story goal, who knows, Hori is making this up as he goes.

i think there was an ask told me this too and something else about PLF but i lost it (sorry said anon). idk where did you guys read that but it's a fake fact. there's no confirmation, don't believe it. idk what Hori planned, but i'm pretty sure that he has intended to make toga ochako's counterfeit since her introduction in camp training arc, which means toga is supposed to live and will live til the end of this manga. people tend to forget this but ochako is one of the protagonist. she is the female lead, and so her counterfeit has to live til they actually face each other (well, the current arc) to give her some deep, conflicted challenges. toga definitely was never planned to die some halfassed where.

i think toga's existence in this manga is unnecessary bc

1, her character vandalizes the so call ideal of LOV (which, well, already bullshit since the beginning but i'll give tomura the credit bc he's actually the victim and has the right to call ppl out)

2, her story is meaningless. literally almost every character in her story were her victims, including her parents. no one did anything extremely bad to her, no one pushed her to the corner, no one was unreasonable but her. toga's story doesn't bear any relevant message, comparing to other LOV members (who's still alive to this point) even if their ideal is crap but at least they still have something believable to tell the readers.

3, i hate the fact that she's ochako's counterfeit. like, the female protagonist herself needed to be confirmed again and again by the author that she is the female protag, which's a big bright red sign of a failed female protag. but instead of actually trying to fix ochako's story to be more active, Hori put toga in and promised that toga will make ochako shine somewhere at the end. does that make ochako a good female protag? fuck no. does that show how shoddy and lazy Hori is in writting female characters? hell yes!

all in all, i think we can just erase toga and the plot wouldn't change at all. and she's an important character lol.