#like im so tempted to either move and never talk to anyone again or rip up this draft and never write anything again

[a-sad-secret-death]

i'm not joking when i say i've used my degree more in the last 2 weeks than I probably ever will until I start grad school.

[themaskedwriter]

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Saturdays are not for housing superheroes, and you don’t care if one of them is your army buddy and the other a cyborg who, okay, is kinda cute when he’s not clutching his twitching arm like it’s his goddamn teddybear. So of course, your tiny house becomes a tiny superhero central.

Author clues: An occasional angst queen with a sweet tooth who lives in a very fine country.

Generally, when the phone rings in the middle of the night, it’s never good news. It’s death and mayhem and all manners of misdeeds just waiting to ruin your night, your morning and possibly the entire week that follows. Your solution had been to move around a lot. If you never stay long enough in one place, then death and mayhem and all those misdeeds never get a chance to catch up with you. Unless-

“Someone better be dying,” you grunt when you answer, not bothering with greetings or pleasantries. Anyone calling at, fuck, 3.22 am can frankly go fornicate themselves.

“I need your coordinates.”

“No.”

“Come on, I promise, it’s just for the night.”

“Last time you said that, Wilson, you stayed for a week and Captain America bled all over my couch.”

At the other end of a very unstable line - is he fucking flying and calling? - Sam winces, because yeah, last time was a fucking rollercoaster of bad, and you ended up moving as soon as they were out the door and refusing to answer Sam’s texts for two weeks just to be sure you could get some actual peace and quiet.

“No one is bleeding. Much.”

“Sam…”

“I swear on my sainted nana’s grave no one will be bleeding when we get there.”

We? Jesus, did someone shoot Captain America again? You groan and roll over, pressing your face into the pillow.

“It’s just one night, I swear, we just need someplace to lay low before we can move on and haul ass back to base.”

You hate Sam Wilson. You do, you’ll put it in writing, you’ll write a goddamn op ed for the fucking New York Times listing all the reasons he is a terrible, terrible friend. All you wanted was a nice, quiet life, a little time to figure shit out after an honorable discharge from the Army, and then that idiot had to go and become a goddamn superhero with his goddamn wings and the goddamn Avengers as his goddamn squad. He owes you. He owes you so much and he’ll owe you even more- Aw, fuck.

“I’ll give you twelve hours before I kick you out on your asses.”

“You are the best, I’ve always said that, you know. The best. The goat-”

“Please, never call me that again.”

“Sourpuss.”

“I’ll bill you for anything you destroy,” you mutter, ending the call before Sam can say anything.

Rolling over on your back again, you breathe in deeply through your nose, staring at the light ceiling panelling. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You text Sam your coordinates, telling him where to find the spare key because you draw the line at getting up to act as a welcome committee at this unholy hour.

>>Thanks, I owe you one. S

>>U owe me several. Don’t expect mints on the pillows and dont. fuckin. wake me. >:(

>>You’re adorable when you’re cranky. We’ll be there in about an hour.

>>Fuk u

Sam Wilson is a terrible, terrible friend, but at least he doesn’t actually wake you. He’s even up and looking far too chirpy when you crawl down from your sleep loft four hours later. Seriously, fuck Sam Wilson. Fuck Sam Wilson, and-

“I like your digs.” He hands you a cup of coffee and thankfully does not attempt a hug.

“Yeah, well, makes running away from unbidden houseguests easy,” you grunt back, taking a sip of the glorious coffee.

Sam snorts, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “As if you could fit actual houseguests in here. You’re lucky I spent half my childhood playing Tetris, or we would’ve had a problem getting in here.”

You glance over his shoulder, at the blanket-covered lump on your couch. Granted, the damn thing is from IKEA and required at least five curse words for every step in the assembly instructions, but the covering is a nice, pale shade of beige. “So who’s bleeding all over my place this time?”

“No one’s bleeding, I patched ‘im up just to preemptively get you off my ass.”

“So he was bleeding. That why you needed to crash?”

The way Sam hesitates makes it clear that blood loss is not the culprit here. You glare at him, and Sam Awful Terrible Friend Wilson rolls his eyes at you and walks past you and up to the couch, pulling down the covers.

“That’s…” You stare. There’s no better way to put it. “Sam, he’s- Why is his arm detached? Why is it wriggling?”

“We had a minor snafu. Barnes got dosed with something and it made his arm go a little haywire. It’s wired into his nervous system, so we had to do an emergency detachment until the thing is out of his system so he won’t helicopter himself into the sky or, you know, hurt anyone.”

“So why is it still twitching like a zombie limb? Please, don’t tell me he’s turning into a zombie. I can’t deal with a zombie apocalypse. I use Zombies! Run, but that’s the closest I ever want to come to the undead because even with that I fucking jump out of my skin when I start hearing heavy breathing in my ears and-”

“He’s not turning into a zombie, jeez!” Sam tosses the covers back in place, covering up Barnes and the twitchy arm. “It’s still receiving faint signals, so it’s acting like a nervous grandma. It’s completely harmless. Ha! I gotta remember that one when he wakes up.”

Jesus H. Christ. Where is a brick wall when you need one? “Sam!”

“Stark’s coming to pick us up in two hours, we’ll be out of your hair. We’ll even take the arm with us.”

You give an indignant sniff, heading back to the little ladder that leads up to your loft. “Fuck you, Wilson, I’m going back to bed and won’t come down until you and Terminator over there are out of my house.”

“Aw, come on! We’re delightful! Look, Barnes is even more delightful because he is asleep so you won’t even have to deal with him being Mr. Personality!”

You could tell him that from your perspective, Barnes is the preferable option in this situation because he is asleep and thus not bothering you. Instead, you opt for a succinct reply in the form of your middle finger and start to ascend the ladder, coffee mug tightly gripped in one hand. Saturdays are holy, okay? Saturdays are for waking up late, having coffee and then crawling back to your bed where the covers are still warm and just wait for the sun to rise high enough in the sky that you’re tempted to go outside. Saturdays are not for housing superheroes, and you don’t care if one of them is your army buddy and the other a cyborg who, okay, is kinda cute when he’s not clutching his twitching arm like it’s his goddamn teddybear.

To be fair, Sam cuts out his little comedian act, and shuts up. There’s the odd shuffling from below, but nothing more, and you manage to doze off, wrapped like a burrito in your covers. It’s almost enough to make you forget that you have houseguests.

Until Sam pinches your toe.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” he whispers, shaking your foot and you’re surprised you don’t kick him in the face.

“Piss off.”

“Delightful. We’re rolling out in five. I told Stark to bring you some decent breakfast as thanks.”

Well. Breakfast is an acceptable offering. There better be waffles, or you might need to kick Stark. With a grunt, you start extricating yourself from your covers, rooting around until you find a cardigan to wrap yourself in. Sam’s by the couch when you get down, ripping the covers from Sleeping Barnes and shaking his shoulder.

“Hey, Princess Elsa, our ride’s almost here.”

Barnes, who seems to appreciate sleeping as much as you do, tries to turn over and away from the rude awakening, but apparently manages to tickle himself on the detached arm, because the man gives a very high-pitched yelp before he very ungracefully tumbles off the couch and lands on his ass.

“Morning, Barnes.”

“Fuck you, Wilson,” Barnes grumbles with a glare that is… impressive.

“There’s coffee if you can inhale it in the next five minutes,” Sam tells him, shrugging of his umpteenth cuss-out in the last six hours.

“Bring… coffee…”

You’re not a rude host. Unwilling, but not rude. Coffee is a glorious drink, and you would never deny anyone the elixir of Life and General Functionality. You pour a cup for the man, bringing it to him, and Barnes stares at you, then at Sam, then takes a second to look around, mouth slowly falling open.

“Wilson, I think I’m-”

“What? You still not sobered up from the funky gas?”

“Either that, or I fell through the looking glass. Am I gonna grow and have my legs sprout through the window? Because that is not good,” Barnes says, gulping down his coffee and then peering up at you. “I’m not sure if you’re real, but either way, I have very impressive thighs. Hi, I’m Bucky”

He fires off a smile that is probably meant to look charming, but only succeeds in looking loopy. Sam, finally getting a fraction of the embarrassed he should be for dragging himself and this crazy ass man into your home, groans and facepalms. It is hilarious.

“Sam, I hate to say this, but I like this guy.”

“Sam, the hallucination is talking to you.”

“I’m not a hallucination,” you tell him, leaning down to pinch his left shoulder. “It’s a tiny house, made even tinier because yikes, you are built.”

Barnes, Bucky, yelps and his coffee sloshes dangerously against the edges of his mug.

“Well, that just seems very unfair to me. And Steve. Oh, jeez, and Bruce. Do you have anything against swole?”

“First of all, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, and second of all, if you’re Bucky Barnes then I’d very much like to know who the fuck taught you the word ‘swole’.”

Bucky Barnes, the most handsome centenarian in the entire world, is a delight, all smiles and jokes, and Sam is terrible for dragging him away. A godawful wind kicks up outside, heralding the arrival of Tony Stark, and you decide this is way too many superheroes. One is acceptable. Two is pushing it. Bucky, having realized he has in fact not shrunk, takes his time looking around while they head out and ends up clipping his head and oh, how people would blush if they heard the downright filth that Sergeant James B. Barnes lets out as he stumbles down the stairs.

Stark makes a joke about custody exchanges, and you tune out more than half because he brought breakfast, and oh sweet Mary above, there are waffles. Sam and Bucky say their goodbyes, and you wave them off, too engrossed in the gorgeousness of waffles drenched in maple syrup and topped with fresh berries. For this, you could almost be okay with a superhero or two crashing for a night.

Not that you’ll ever be.

You have limits.

So of course, your tiny house becomes a tiny superhero central. First it’s Sam, again. Then it’s Stark. He almost gets his ass kicked out when he goes on and on about how you can live with the bare minimum of technology. You definitely kick him out when he wants to chip your house so people won’t have to call you at the asscrack of dawn to let you know, not ask, they are incoming. He does get back in your good graces by giving you a double serving of waffles.

Then, in quick succession, it’s Steve, Sam and Rhodey, Bucky, Barton and Bucky again. Most of them are okay house guests. Barton wins points by appearing genuinely interested in how you’ve set up your living space, quizzing you about layouts and building and the pros and cons of having your entire life confined to 240 square feet. He also loses those points when you wake up to find him sitting on the edge of the sleep loft, overlooking the house. Sam and Rhodey together is not as big of a disaster as one might think, mainly because Rhodey occasionally pulls rank on Sam and honestly? Thank god. Steve, bless him, tries to bend over backwards to not put you out, and his calls all include at least 75 permutations of an apology for calling.

Bucky.

He keeps his arm in place for the next couple of times. On the rare occasions when he’ll call in the middle of the day, he’ll always knock and wait until you open, he’ll insist on “earning his keep”, which is how you come to be the recipient of flowers, breakfast, and a very rare bathroom concerto that Bucky doesn’t know you overheard. The man has a very good singing voice, and it makes your heart skip a beat when he croons “It’s Been a Long, Long Time”. He’s the easiest to get along with, even one early morning when you wake up to his shuffling and cussing because your coffee maker refuses to cooperate. He doesn’t mind the quiet, doesn’t fret around like Stark (who insists that the laptop loaded with every streaming service imaginable and the usernames and passwords for each laid out on a sticky note that he left there is absolutely not a pity gift but a sound investment for both of your continued sanity).

“D’you like this?” Bucky asks one evening, his voice floating up from the living room area.

“I mean, it could be worse. I could be housing Stark for the night,” you quip, rolling over and making something that might be construed as a tumble to get to the edge of the bed.

“I feel like that might have been an insult wrapped in another insult. But that’s not what I meant.”

You can only see Bucky’s feet in the soft light of a lamp, peeking out from the covers. He always sleeps with his feet facing the door, always on his back. The only time he hasn’t was the first time when Sam brought him, and something in you feels bad that Bucky can’t relax even in his sleep.

“No?”

“I meant… this. Living in a small box. Moving around all the time. It’s… Doesn’t it ever get hard? After I got- When I got back, Steve almost had to fight me to move into the Tower. I wanted to go home, you know. To Brooklyn. I don’t know, it was a stupid thought, but I kept thinking if I go back, it’s all still there. The apartment we lived in, the same streets and the same shops and… my family. It felt weird to make another home, but now I don’t know if I could move again.”

His voice is soft, a far cry from the persona he’s portrayed as in the media. The Winter Soldier is hard edges and cold steel, but Bucky Barnes… Bucky Barnes is soft, a whisper in the darkness and a longing for something that’s no longer there.

“It wasn’t that hard for me, because I needed this. I was out there, in all of that big space with nothing but orders and trusting that someone else knew what we were supposed to do. I’d had a place back in Atlanta before, and I’d packed up all my stuff and rented the place to some college kids. They’d already moved out when I got back, and I thought I was gonna go nuts the first night back. That place had felt like a shoebox before I shipped out and now it was so… big. Had a friend who made these kinds of houses, so he helped me build one pretty much from scratch and my first night here I slept like a baby.”

“It’s not that I don’t like it.” God, he sounds almost a bit panicked, like he’s insulted you.

“No, I don’t mind. It’s not for everyone. I just feel I have myself better together on less than 300 square feet. I mean, I don’t go from house to house. This is still a home. It’s just a home I can move around with when I need to see new places.”

There’s a little huff. “Like the middle of nowhere, New Mexico?”

You glance back to the small window next to your bed, at the clouds tinted in burnt orange and vivid pink, the sun setting slowly into the vast horizon. “Yeah. I’ve never been here. I wanted to see it, and now I have.”

“You know, that sounds like I’m gonna wake up in the desert tomorrow morning because a bird is trying to steal my covers.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Barnes,” you tease, crawling back to roll yourself into your own covers again. “I wouldn’t leave you with that blanket. It’s my favourite.”

“Yeah.” His voice is almost a whisper, but you can still make out his next words: “Mine, too.”

When he leaves the next morning, something feels different. He’s tentative at breakfast, burns a few pancakes and once again clips his head on the doorway heading out when Nat touches down the quinjet to pick him up. Breakfast changes hands, Nat fills you in on some gossip. Bucky’s shoulders are slumped when he trudges up and into the cargo hold.

“Wait!”

You run inside, depositing the bag of breakfast on your counter, grabbing the blanket from the couch and folding it into a mess that would pass exactly zero inspections before heading back out. Nat’s joined Bucky on the quinjet landing, and she quirks and eyebrow when you all but thrust the bunched up fabric into Bucky’s arms.

“A bit of home,” you blurt out, immediately feeling heat creep up your cheeks. “Can’t hurt to have more of that.”

Bucky chuckles, “No… I guess it can’t.”

You move three days later. The New Mexico desert makes you restless, makes you itch for something else. For a couple of weeks, you drift further and further north, looking for a place that doesn’t put you on edge. You plough through the Midwest, but there’s always something. You text Sam just to become annoyed and feel something else. He calls a couple of times, facetimes you on your birthday so the whole gang can wish you happy birthday. you smile, taking a screenshot to save the memory for a rainy day. They’re all there, sitting around an obscenely big dinner table, glasses raised, mouths open mid-sentence. Stark looks magnanimous as always, sunglasses perched on top of his head, Steve’s got an expression that’s somewhere between his Captain America-smile and a genuine Steve Rogers-grin. Bucky… Bucky is not there. Or at least you can’t see him. Maybe he’s at the very end of the table, obscured by the others. Not that you care. You don’t. You absolutely don’t. You definitely don’t look for him in the picture every time you bring it up.

You move again. It’s too calm. You’ve had no superheroes visiting in two months, no late night calls inquiring about coordinates. Stark’s laptop is shoved into a drawer where you can’t see it, there’s a new blanket draped over your couch pretending it’s always been there.

>>Coordinates?

The text from the unknown number comes in late one evening when you’re gearing up to let bygones be bygones and forget the Midwest ever existed. You could cry with how happy it makes you, even though a text means one or more of them is in trouble and maybe you should be a little worried, too. The Avengers are good people, but they’re not unlike cats, dragging others with them. Like murder bots and weird aliens. You dutifully send your coordinates, biting your lip before adding:

>>Don’t wake me, and don’t make me wake up to bad guys on my porch

>>They scare the neighbours

>>I have a reputation to think of

Your only neighbours are trees, but still. No one likes bad guys.

Setting your phone down, you tuck yourself into bed. Whoever’s coming knows where to find the key to get in. Stark, again, wanted to set you up with some biometric doohickey that would make it impossible for anyone not in the system to get in, since “keys are so unreliable, look at Parker, he could probably pick it after five minutes on youtube”. He stopped talking when you pointed out your house is a glorified box on wheels, and that there are far easier ways to get in than to pick the lock or even rush the door. You’d had to tell him he was not allowed to turn your house into a tank.

When the sun rises, waking you up with a well-placed ray right in your eyes, you expect to hear… something. Sam, Nat and Steve are all early wakers, there would be the telltale sounds and scents of breakfast being prepared. Tony, much as he tries to vehemently deny it, snores. God, is it Barton? You raise your head, and let out a sigh of relief to see the loft empty save for yourself and the sparse furnishings. Could still be Barton, he’s just learned to stay out of your nest and accept that he’s not top of the pecking order here.

But when you get down from your loft, there’s no one there. Blinking, you look around, as if whoever texted you last night will jump out from some impossible corner. The couch is untouched, everything is where you left it. Was it Bruce and he couldn’t de-Hulk so he slept outside? You check your phone to see if there are any unread text or missed calls, but there’s nothing.

>>Did you leave already?

The reply comes within seconds.

>>No. Outside.

So… Bruce? Furrowing your brow, you go pull a pair of sweats from the hamper, yawning wide before you head for the door. You’re not exactly sure what to expect, but finding the clearing you’ve set up camp in empty is… anticlimactic, to say the least.

“Hello?” you call out, stepping down the stairs, a shiver running down your spine from the cool morning air.

Nothing. The wind sighs in the tops of the trees, a crack from a branch breaking the calm. Ahead of you, something catches your eye, far too colourful to be part of the wooded area.

“What the hell?”

Folded neatly on the ground is your blanket, your old blanket, the one you gave to-

“Sam told me you’d been moving around a lot. Figured maybe you could need a bit more home.”

You yelp and whirl around to find Bucky sitting on the stairs, filling up the doorway and smiling smugly at you.

“How-” You look at him, then around at the clearing and back to Bucky, pointing at him. “You- What?”

“Sorry, I… thought it would be fun. It was creepy, wasn’t it?” He scratches the back of his head, getting of the stairs, approaching you slowly. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Are you okay?” It’s second nature by now to give him a once-over, to expect bruises and scrapes and, let’s be honest, blood. Seeing nothing doesn’t necessarily mean he’s okay. These yahoos are notorious about playing off little things like internal bleedings, cracked ribs and concussions.

“What, no! I mean, yes, yes, I’m okay. I wasn’t in any scuffle. Haven’t been for a while. You can check me if you like.”

Pursing your lips, you look him up and down while you circle him, prodding at his ribs, his hands, his cheekbone. Satisfied that he’s not injured, you come to a stop in front of him.

“Not that I don’t enjoy seeing you again, but… why are you here?”

“Been travelling. Sort of like this, but without the… tiny house, was it? I thought about what you said, about home and all that, and I realized that maybe I need to reevaluate what home means. Going away to figure out what I miss and what I need.”

He raises his right hand to drag the fingertips along the soft blanket, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It sounds cheesy as all hell, but your heart skips a beat, your breath catching in your throat, because he looks so content, so relaxed.

“Yeah? Did you find the answer then? What’s home?” you ask, cursing your voice for sounding breather than you ever intended it to.

“See, I packed light. Couple changes of clothes, toothbrush, the regular stuff… and this.” He takes a firm hold of the blanket with both hands, pulling it from you, shaking it out. “And I missed a lot of things in the beginning. People… things… comforts. But I learned to make do without all of those. Only thing I couldn’t get past missin’…”

You watch wide eyed as Bucky wraps the blanket over your shoulders, tugging at the ends to bring it in tightly over your chest, cocooning you in it.

“…is in this blanket,” he finishes, his gaze focused on where his hands holds it close. “I missed mornings with you. Even the first morning when I woke up feelin’ like a drunk sailor after pub crawl thinking Stark or someone had shrunk me down to the size of a bean. I missed your tiny house and your couch and your coffee and… and you.”

And you.

Maybe it’s another cliché, but you can’t help the smile, the sudden joy that bubbles up along with the sensation of right. All these days that have somehow bled into months of moving, of unease, they are drawn into this moment. They breathe a sigh of relief, settling. This is it, this is what all that drifting was about. Finding the spot where your roads would lead you to stand toe to toe, wrapped in a well-worn blanket and realize that home can grow from a warmth that accumulated over so many mornings. You push at Bucky’s hands, making the blanket part, tugging the ends from his grip to sling your arms around his neck, bringing him into it.

The kisses don’t happen until later. First, there’s the quiet, the seconds and minutes wrapped in the blanket. Then, there is breakfast and coffee strong enough to make a spoon stand up straight and slightly overscrambled eggs and Bucky’s voice drifting from the bathroom with hums breaking up the lyrics. You kiss him like you want to taste him, commit him to memory, pulling him down by his neck and drawing in a sharp breath when drops of water fall down the neckline of your t-shirt. He kisses like he’s finally at rest, safe even when his attention is diverted.

>>Coordinates? Bit banged up, wings took a hit, out of your hair before tomorrow

>>image.jpeg

>>Sorry, find another safehouse, this one’s occupied

>>TMI WAY TMI DO NOT SAY ANOTHER WORD

>>It was just a selfie!

>>IN BED

>>Get ur head out of the gutter /JBB

>>I hate you guys

You smile at the final message, setting down the phone and curling up against Bucky with a sigh. The sheets are a mess by your feet, Bucky’s body heat enough to keep you both warm.

“Occuped, huh?” he smiles, tracing your lower lip with the pad of his thumb.

You nod, pressing a kiss to the finger.

“Welcome home.”

[imadeletingmysocials]

My scores for E3, because apparently now i’m a dumb 4channer who thinks this /v/ meme shit matters, like it’s not gonna affect sales or anything it’s pointless as all hell [this is lenghy, but hear me out ok]

EA: 

4/10 - people will probably play the games regardless of how shitty this presentation was but... It felt pretty insulting. 

Battlefield V is probably gonna make a lot of money regardless cuz people like war games and it seems pretty well done, the more footage they have shown seemed better than their weird advertizement that made world war 2 seem very wacky, which honestly regardless if you’re a sexist neckbeard or not, seemed like a poor advertizement move. 

TinyBuild:

No one watched this lol and it was just 1 GAME and a fun cute musical that made people who aren’t strong enough to musicals die, 6/10 because it made nerds die and their song is catchy, i dont really care about their 1 game.

Microsoft:

 9/10 - I'm giving this much of a high score because I would play practically almost all of these games showcased (they’ll probably be available on PC which I’m biased for cuz I have a gaming PC), no kidding, I pretty much liked everything I saw and it was fairly straight to the point. Many gamers don’t appreciate the finer details of each game and think they’re generic but that’s just fanboys who haven’t played a single game outside of their favorites. 

Also my cousin uses those Xbox One netflix rip offs that gives you games so i’m happy for him. The presentation had a lot of diamonds in the rough games that will I will probably appreciate more over time (they might even become cult classics like Metro or Dying Light) than any of other games at other e3s. As for the stuff I won’t be playing: It’s mostly harmless so eh.

There was an abundance of trailers! It was like one after the other, pure goodness, it seems as if they left out all of the Sports games to EA to present and the only thing they showed that might not be anyone’s cup of tea was “Forza”, but honestly? I appreciate it, it seems like a good racing game even if I’m not one to buy racing games.... But the more you think about the number of good games presented, the less you’ll think about that, I mean they showed DEVIL MAY CRY 5!!! 

...The Funko Pop game made me scream though.

Bethesda: 

8.5/10  I cannot deny that these are games I will want to play regardless if they’re good or not. Sad to see nerds not enjoy the opportunity to meet ANDREW W.K. but I’m glad all of the divisions they own are making sequels to stuff I already like, so pretty much Bethesda played it safe.

Devolver Digital:

 8/10 It’s like that one b-movie film your college students made and you had a laugh with creating.

Square Enix: 

5/10 seriously, 30 minues of just trailers? Most of which we saw?? I guess it could be worse but who uses E3 screentime for mostly MMORPG deals! The new stuff was too vague to be excited about too.

Ubisoft: 

7/10 - I liked it when they made funny quirky things and their games are probably gonna be okay like usual, Ubisoft has dedicated fans that like their collectathon games they release every year, and it’s usually that one game you play when you’re bored and got nothing else, it’s okay. 

Gamers hate fun and dancing and all that stuff but I kind of find stuff like that exciting, while nerds who never went outside and who are sensitive as all hell to any representation of fun find it “cringey”. A panda dabbed, and that settles it, Ubisoft was the only E3 Brave enough to dab this year. 

PC Game Conference (it was fairly long):

I know none of you watch this one cuz y’all fake as hell but listen... Fuck you LOL, these are the type of games people actually play over 400 hours and really get people’s money. Like these are games built to last that might be on the best-selling Steam front page for MONTHS, like how Frostpunk was comfirmed last year during this conference, PC Gaming has been known for sleeper hits that nobody knows about (because the attention goes to cinematic experiences on consoles most of the time) but suddently everyone’s playing it. 

PC gaming has always been an alternative lifestyle and seeing as many people didn’t watch this one, that just proves the point that it still relatively alternative. Maybe it’s because everyone sounds dumb as fuck when saying “PC GAMER MASTER RACE” and acting like an elitist. 

The PC Gaming conference is always more of a talk show than a regular E3 which is why I respect it every year, fuck the hyperactive gamers that just wanna see flashy trailers, this one’s more SOPHISTICATED!! It feels a lot more human and less artificial. Either way, lot’s of what you might’ve expected: Simulators and Survival games you’ll probably spend 3 years playing until they make a better minecraft clone. 

Gamers like to act as if they’re tired of Battle Royale (already? It’s a new fad it still is here to stay for a little more) but the numbers and success of it doesn’t lie that it isn’t a fad that proves itself to be highly tempting to try out for developers. Go cry to valve that they didn’t release Half-Life 3 cuz you haven’t played any other FPS game without even researching that Valve pretty much fired all of it’s developers and you’re just being annoying.

I feel as if I need to comment what I saw at this e3 cuz nobody watched, they made a mod I liked from skyrim into a fully-ass game, they’re rebooting Star Control which not a single gamer today knows of, the HP Lovecraft open world detective game also seems very good. YAKUZA IS COMING TO PC!!!!!!!!! Killing Floor 2 stuff, Road Redemption stuff, SHARK RPG, cute indie games, Jeff Goldblum was there, Wall-E with a gun in VR which seems to have promissing good vr design by Insomiac games (yes the spyro people), 2 games about Taxi driving... Like sure I think it’s a good format for story telling but.

A cell-shaded art game, star citizen is still being made, and it’s gone to the point nobody really wants it anymore even if it’s... Still being made you know? So most guys are wrong that it was gonna be canceled. After that was the technical graphic card stuff which gamers don’t have enough capability to understand, stuff like 9k laptops that SELL a lot mind you. Rich people love that technical stuff. 

A space defense sim game, Don’t Starve Sequel, Just Cause 4 detailed explanation of the engine, Overkill’s The Walking Dead gameplay which has been in development hell for years now now has a release date, I discovered Clementine’s voice actor is white... Go figure, a literal pixelated roguelike (not what you think it is, it’s Noita), 

Theme Hospital REBOOT!!!! YES!!!!!!!!! And the doctors were cute. Probably one of the funniest games presented... Followed by REALM ROYALE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. That harvest moon clone with a cute art style is still being made: Ooblets, no release date sadly. Anno is still going, cyanide and happiness still exists? and they’re making a battle royale? lol okay. How was Hitman 2 not announced during Square Enix?? Anyways it’s here at the end, the trailer was amazing and it’s coming out this year. 

I don’t have that much strong feelings because it’s just a normal conference and not a special one you know? But I’ll give it a 8/10 or 7/10 im not sure cuz I seem to like most games and I found Frankie cute.

Sony: 

Yo usually Sony makes like a huuuuuuuge thing about their conferences (like this year they didn’t even showcase indie games) but this year they started from a church for the sake of immersion?? It reminded me a little of their first E3s during the 90s, and it almost felt like a indie gathering for musicians, I swear to god, Sony is borderline experimental trying to balance out their E3 across stages. Jeb played the banjo and people just ACCEPTED it... AND THEN someone played some JAPANESE FLUTE? aRT. It might come off as a bit arrogant for some tho.

Nerds hated it and thought it was bizzare, which is why it means it’s good. HAPPY PRIDE MONTH BITCHES. Anyways could have been a little more fast-paced... But then again when it was fast-paced it was just like: Huh? What was that? I’m a big Resident Evil Fangirl, RE2 was my childhood but ignoring that for a sec: finally, Death Stranding gameplay, remins me of shadow of the colossus but post-apocalpytic, survival horrorish and abstract sci-fi.

 Kind of feels more Metal Gear than MGSV did already Cuz Norman Reedus sounds like snake a lot more than the 24 hours guy, and because from what I’ve seen in the footage, someone acts like Otacon to “Sam”. I think most now can figure out the plotpoints of this game with what has been established. I might be a bit sad at the fact that this will be a PS4 exclusive just like Metal Gear Solid 4, which I still haven’t played fully because it’s PS3 exclusive and I only have a gaming PC. 

Also this E3 was surprisingly entirely SINGLE PLAYER, I sorta don’t believe in the “single player doesn’t exist” myth honestly, especially now. I’m not sure if that makes Sony’s E3 better or worse, maybe it needed more variation, like I’ve commented, usually they have an indie showcase which this year did not. There were few games shown but for what it was worth, it’s still interesting... But yeah just 5 games? No Spyro? (easy picking), nothing extra? I can understand why many people felt this E3 was upsetting.

8/10.

Nintendo

Here it is, the most overhyped developer of all of E3, the source of “Nintendo wins E3 by doing nothing” memes because Nintendo fans really don’t care about anything except Nintendo and then act surprised when they only care about Nintendo when they try to be a little more open-minded (and fail) even if other E3s probably make more games built to last in comparisson, cuz we gay people only care about NINTENDO YOU KNOW? Shade asside... 

I was pleasantly surprised this E3, it wasn’t just a series of okay at best releases, a strong 9/10. 

tHAT WAS WHAT I WROTE IN PREPRATION....

BUT THEN???? IT WAS JUST THAT??? NO PRIME 4 NO ANYTHING LIKE JUST 3 GAMES BASICALLY? (maybe there was 5 games but eh) I mean smash is good.. It’s pretty much just an update of the last smash, every character is REALLY FUCKING GOOD BUT.... JUST THAT? jeez.. Like, the only stuff I wanted from it was Mario Party and Smash... Okay maybe that 1 Mecha game. Also I guess fornite is now on Switch but I can play that anywhere else really.

I guess a 7/10 is all I can give to just Smash, if there was a little more I’d give it a 9/10 for sure but... ehh Just Smash? jeez, fuck... i MEAN I kind of get it, Nintendo doesn’t do “e3″ normally, they usually do 1 big game at E3 and then wait a couple of months to do that little seasonal announcement thing they do across the year, ugh.. Okay. Yeah I guess i shouldn’t have expected much. Still isn’t it weird that Miyamoto was in Ubisoft’s E3 but not this one??? what!

Anyways

[riskeith]

hihi! <333

it didn’t stay for long but then it started snowing a lot again and this time it seems like it will stick.. dude crazy how different our climates are rn.. i can only imagine how warm it is rn in aus. no worries! there’s always a tomorrow after today :DDD my days has been nothing but stressing over school and exams, watching haikyuu, playing genshin and thinking about you (sry i have to flirt can’t help it 😜) wbu?

i do have her, i meant hypothetically ! also THE DILUC COMIC IS SO SPOT ON gosh that’s so funny shhdkdhdjdjdj that happened with my boy bennett he just... can’t light those torches... bouken da bouken... 3: gotta bring out amber for that task tbh.

traveller is such a op!! from what i gather people sleep on them because they’re free and there are “more” exciting characters but traveller is a five star!!! put some respect on their name 😤 to each their own, but yk. underrated baby.

YEAH PRO BENDERS!!!!!!! well.. they’re on opposite teams and something happens at an important match of theirs so they’re forced to link up to survive and well.. yeah 😌 i’ve written about 20k words and i’m not even half done with the story help... i really wanna finish it though... anyway yes i do write shdksjdksjdk at first i was too shy to bring it up but you know so much about me already might as well.. 😶 i’ve written for years but i only started posting seriously again after years of not doing it in 2020... i have a couple out actually !! shsjdjhdjdjd not a lot of klance but some bnha ! 🥺 maybe someday i’ll share... 🥺

this connects a bit with this ^ part above as well i suppose. it was incredibly freeing ! it was actually the best thing i’ve done to myself.. idk i realized that that life was just dragging me down so much... always being connected and knowing everything all the time drained me so much. then i just cut everything out and found myself??? this sounds so generic but it’s true jshsjjsisjfj if it’s something you’ve thought about i truly recommend it!!! it takes some time to get used to the silence but god when you do it’s so relaxing. it’s like... so fun hanging out with yourself. i got into so many shows and watched so much movies and stuff by myself and made my own memories and i treasure that so much. shdhdkdhkssj this got so deep..... freelance writing do be like that. you can’t force it you just gotta let it come to you. but looking at your posting list you’re super consistent and it’s always quality fics so don’t feel too bad!! here’s an outside view telling you that you’re doing super well... <333

COUPLES THAT FIGHT TOGETHER STAY TOGETHER. yea they fucking do. look at us being todobaku kinnies... dhsjdhkshsksjdhdkd LMAO. GOD SERIOUSLY AAAA??????? wait 😭😭 venti baby is coming home..... he is coming home!! 😭😭😭😭 i’ve thought about it seriously and i’d happily pay money to have him his fighting style is just soooo good... 🥺 imagine if we had xiao and venti that would be so sexy of us. manifesting it all day every day. you know i would happily give some financial support for your xiao pulls... if it comes down to it <333333 i haven’t read anything either i haven’t thought much about shipping while playing tbh shksdhksshdk maybe someday for fun tho.. also i had no idea!!!! i’m def gonna check it out, is it on their website?

if they announced a movie and it was a prequel... i’d be so upset. like... so fucking upset lmao. there are so many unresolved loose ends it would be so annoying... but truthfully i don’t think they’ll do it. voltron took to hard of a hit for them to pull a move like that lmao .

hmmmm it’s true that studio ghibli movies end too fast.. one moment you’re like... in this amazing beautiful world and the next there are end credits. haku is BESTEST boy. dragon king.... <3333 you’re going on a studio ghibli marathon??? how beautiful of you. <3

🥺 ik but i love asking.... you know that tumblr post where the dude talks about how he keeps calling his wife ‘my wife’ because it makes him happy to remember that they’re married? that’s literally me.. ANYWAY AAAAA ! a one shot multichap sounds soooooooooo good.... i’d love to read it pls i’d be so honored. it’s up to you though i’d accept Anything i too have my whole heart open..

btw i’ve never asked but always wondered: what kind of music do you listen to? <3

*bernie voice* i am once again asking for your forgiveness. i keep sending these long ass asks i rly need to chill... goodbye LMAO :*

(‘read more’ again bc my reply got long fhksjfjds)

hi bb!

oooo nice! did you get to play in the snow~ and yeah ahah it’s close to 30 degrees rn! it was pretty shit earlier in the week but it’s gonna get hotter again for a bit. does it get pretty hot in sweden in the summer? or are you guys too close to the north pole or something for that to happen

that sounds good!! (other than the horrible thing that is school...) ahah you’ve got my heart going doki doki now please 🤪💓. in all honesty it seems pretty balanced tho i do hope you’re taking breaks from study and all!! hmm today i got up super late again and then i tried to go for a walk (it was too hot so i came back) and then i was editing a fic! and now i’m gonna play genshin bc i think a new event started, then hopefully maybe finally start studying fhksjfd

ahh ! AHHAHA nooooo rip :( but omg i still can’t believe you have bennett.. like i know that i haven’t tried for this banner and maybe i would have him too if i did but 😩😩 he’s so cute!! WAIT on that topic guoba does that too i swear i have to like make so many calculations and figure out the optimal spot to place him so he won’t go breathing fire in the wrong direction XD

i 10000000% agree!!! like excuse me they can also control TWO elements???? who else could ever 😩 i watched a video about geo traveller too some time ago and that made me stop sleeping on them like damn they did some damage!

hehehe that sounds so intriguing 👀 20k!!! that’s more than i could ever omg... sending you strength!! you’ve got this 💪💪 icb you were too shy to bring it up pls im losing my mind over here 😭 but aw that’s really nice <3 maybe 2020 did some good after all.. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! pls whenever you’re ready i’m here... or mayhaps would you be okay with just plain copying a snippet into an ask sometime i promise i won’t look it up and try find you 😩 but i wanna witness some of your magnificence !

(also scratch that genshin co-op date idea um... fic collab instead?! could you imagine 😌)

yeah ugh i totally get the being drained feeling.. it’s like it doesn’t bring you joy you know? and you’re just still there bc you’ve just always been there and it’s too late to leave. !!! that does sound really tempting.. but i think i’m a bit too attached to the people i’ve met (you being one of them hehe) to fully let go. but if in the future i just need to take a break i’ll def do it! i was hesitant about doing that last year but now that i’ve done it before surely I won’t hesitate before doing it again (tho i’ve noticed that whenever i try to leave/take a break some new thing happens or releases and i’m losing my mind and can’t go fskjfhsd)

tysm marriage anon i appreciate you sm 😭💞 but yeah it’s easy to get lost in it sometimes but then i’ll look back and see how much i’ve actually done throughout the year and it’s like?? wow i did actually do and achieve a lot? so perspective matters i guess ahah

FHKDSJFH okay but todobaku who’s who? i like writing from bakugou’s POV more which makes me think I can relate to him more (like i used to write from lance’s pov a lot! that, and just bc we both love keith a lot 🤪) but i do write from todoroki’s pov quite a bit too.. hm. 

and yes!!! honestly if venti is actually coming back i should invest in getting him too.. he can do so much !! the only issue i have is that i don’t really like bow users bc i’m shit at aiming hfkdsjfhjsd. waiting for the day we can live out our xiaoven dreams <333 FKJSHFKJSD and please don’t give me money for that fhsdkfjs!! spend it on yourself instead 😩😩 but also real talk i wasn’t gonna say this bc i’m uber paranoid that somehow someone will read it and hack into my account FKHSFKSJD but i have like... 12k primogems rn AHAHAH so i’m feeling good about getting him! ty for the offer tho but seriously, let that go to your own genshin funds first if anything fhksjfds get yourself a c6 venti. yeah honestly me not really shipping anyone is a big reason why i haven’t read anything either lolll. like the art is good and i’m fine but i’m not invested enough to read fics about it yet fdshfkjs. yup it is! in case you haven’t found it yet, here! (i saw that the prologue alone was 74 pages and yeeted out of there hfdsjf)

yeah i think dreamworks ended up kinda unhappy with it all FKJFHKDSHFS but honestly with how they ended the show i feel like in their minds all ends were tied so the only option would be for a prequel? idk. and also bc i feel like movies from shows tend to do that ahaha. or omg a spinoff with completely new characters and maybe we only get mentions or cameos of the old ones hfkdsjf

yesss i’m so excited to at least get through the most popular ones!! still haven’t started howl’s moving castle yet tho lol. can’t wait to finally understand when everyone talks about these movies 😩

no i don’t know that post?? but omg.. 💕💕 also is this an appropriate time to ask what your pronouns are/how you like to be referred to FHSDKFHSD i’ve been using non-gendered language as much as i could bc idk what you prefer! 

okay i might.. post a link to that doc in an ask sometime soon then or hm.... what if i continued working on it instead... many different options hfskjdfd

i mostly listen to kpop!! ahah in recent years i’ve really said fuck western media and fully immersed in the asian stuff.. but yeah my ults are bts but i really got into seventeen in 2020 and i love them so much... they’re all so funny btsvt collab when HFKSFJS. hbu?? 

*bernie voice* i am once again asking you to stop apologising >:( please these are genuinely the highlight of my day LOL i am always looking forward to your messages!! pls do not chill >:((((

yours, c.r. <3

[joohoneyhoe]

The Temp

My everything only looks at you and shouts without stopping,

telling me I’m ready to go.

[song inspiration: Ed Sheeran - Shape of you]

info: Jaebum x oc genre: smut, oral, fingering, dirty talk, light choking, slight dom! word count: 5.1k

For two years, two insanely long years I have been Idol, Im Jaebum’s “temporary” makeup artist. Two years of endless awful pick up lines, suggestive comments, devious looks, “harmless” touches and just straight up eye-fucking me. Part of me honestly thinks I’m still around because he doesn’t want another artist anymore. I mean, who would let him get away with those things, if not me? Probably no one.

I was older than him by a few years and was technically his elder, even though my culture didn’t do honorifics. I respected it and always used it with people older than I, unless directed otherwise. I gave all the boys the choice of using it if they chose to and they all always referred to me as Letha noona or simply noona. But not Jaebum, he never did if he couldn’t help it. I was either Princess, Kitten, Leth or on rare occasions, Letha. Of course, he only used Kitten or Princess in whispers, when no one was listening or we were alone.

He was good looking and charming, there was no denying that. I had a hard time not getting beat red when he’d use one of his nicknames on me or shamelessly teased me. And he obviously knew that it affected me or he wouldn’t continue to do it.

There were so many times he had shown up late in the beginning for makeup, leaving him and I alone in the dressing room. The first couple of times, I thought he was just simply careless and lost track of time. But then, one time turned into two, two turned into five and five turned into every single day. He would apologize halfheartedly, call me Princess or Kitten and then proceed to make me very aware of how alone we were.

If I was in front of him while he was in my chair, his hands would always find their way to my hips. His thumbs would move my t-shirt aside and rub circles on the naked flesh of my hipbones. I’d repeatedly smack his hands away, though I didn’t actually mind the feeling of his hands against my skin. After a few times, I would eventually just give up and let him do it, and he always had the same smirk when he knew he’d won. This happened daily and it was happening again right now.

I was standing before him, as far back as I could be and still be able to do his makeup. He sat comfortably, his legs spread wide as if inviting me to step between them. I sucked in my breath and leaned back in to continue his eye makeup, only to have him pull his face out of my limited reach.

“Really, Im Jaebum? Why are you being so difficult today?” I scolded, my free hand on my hip as I glared down at his sharp features. “I’m not the one being difficult, you are.” he shot back, his brow arching.

“What are you on about, I’m just trying to do your damn makeup like I do every day.”

“But, you won’t get any closer and refuse to have any physical contact with me. I don’t like that.” I rolled my eyes so hard the earth probably rotated, then went back to my work. 

“We don’t always get what we want.” I stated plainly as I finally finished up his eyes. “There, you’re done. You can leave me alone now, I have shit I have to do today.” turning to go, his hand caught my wrist and pulled me back, startling me. He’d never done anything that direct before. 

“What kind of things, Kitten?” he purred, his fingers tugging my belt loops to pull me between his thighs. I felt my face get hot almost instantly, eyes locking on his lust filled ones. “Just-just some errands and you have a shoot to get to.” his hands slowly moved from my belt loops to my ass, cupping it roughly. I let out an involuntary mewl, my hand quickly covering my mouth in shock. 

“Ohh, someone likes it rough. I’m last to go for the shoot, we’ve got time.” I felt his cold hands move up the back of my shirt, caressing my lower back. “Besides, the only thing you should be doing today, is ridding me.” he smirked up at me, his right hand now trailing towards my stomach. “Really, Jaebum? That’s what you’re going with?” I snorted, collecting myself as I removed his hands from me and turned to start packing up my things. 

He shot up from the chair, his frame looming over me as his arms wound around my waist. “Come on, Princess.” his lips brushed my ear, a cold chill shooting through me. “I know you want me as much as I want you. You wouldn’t let me do the things I do or say if you didn’t.” he traveled my neck, leaving barely there kisses. 

“I would lose my job, Jaebum.” I replied, my breathing becoming labored at his closeness. 

“Not if we keep it to ourselves. No one would even know I fucked my makeup artist. It’d be our little secret, Kitten.” Why was his offer so tempting? This was beyond wrong and if we got caught, I’d never work a gig this good ever again. I ripped his hands away, spinning around so I could scowl up at him. 

“No, Jaebum. I can’t lose this job, no matter how badly I want to fuck you.” his eyebrows rose in surprise at my blunt words, moving closer until his arms trapped me against the counter. 

“Oh, so you do want to fuck me then, Kitten.” his pouty lips were centimeters away from mine, all I’d have to do is tilt my head and I’d finally feel them against me. “After two years of you toying with me and eye-fucking me, who wouldn’t?” I pointed out, leaning as far away from him as I possibly could, resisting the temptation of kissing him. His scent was absolutely intoxicating, it was nearly impossible to concentrate with him so close. 

His lips brushed the corner of mine, then moved towards my jaw, peppering it with opened mouthed kisses. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long, Kitten. Every time they have me meet with who is supposed to replace you permanently, I tell them no, because I can’t imagine anyone else but you. I can’t even think of picturing someone else bending over in front of me, and wanting to take them right then and there like I do you.

Or teasing them, watching their face flush at my words the way you do. You’re absolute perfection to look at and I love everything about you. That face you make when you’re trying to ignore my advances, scrunching your nose up and scowling. That bossy little attitude you get with me when I’m not listening to you, I’d love to fuck that right out of you. Make you beg and cry out for me instead. I even like it when you smack my hands away, and pretend you don’t want me to touch you. Oh, how easily you give into it now when no one is around. I love it.” my heart was hammering in my chest at his words, my panties becoming damp with arousal. 

“Jae…” his name barely came out as a whisper as my eyes landed on his lush lips, his tongue darting out to wet them. 

“Ugh, I love it when you call me that, and I hate that nickname, Princess.” he groaned, his hand moving to run up my arm. "I just want to fuck you, make you feel good. Will you let me do that, please?“ he begged, his hands moving to cup my face as he pushed his hips into mine, the very prominent bulge in his tight jeans hitting just below my belly button. 

I gripped his wrist, my eyes stuck on his beautiful brown orbs. “I can’t. I’ll lose my job and I can’t afford that, Jaebum. I want you to fuck me, I really do.” I confessed, my resolve slowly breaking down the longer he touched me. His lips ghosted mine, our noses bumping slightly. 

“Then let me. Let me make you cum over and over again while you scream my name like an anthem, Letha.” my hold on his wrist tightened at his use of my actual name, my thighs pushing together, desperate for any kind of friction. 

“I can’t,” I croaked out, my eyes leaving his face to look down at our bodies that were tightly pressed together. “at least not here, not where I work.” slowly I lifted my eyes to catch his reaction, which made me all the more eager to have him. His pupils dilated, eyes turning almost completely black and looking as if he would devour me at any second. 

“My shoot ends in a couple hours. Go home and wait for me there, I have your address.” he pushed himself away from the counter and strolled to the door. “Oh,” he added, his hand on the knob. “you better be naked already when I get there.” and with that, he left me there alone to think about what the hell I had just gotten myself into.

It was 11:00 pm already and I hadn’t heard a single word from Jaebum since I left work. He said he would just show up, not telling me specifically when he’d be here. He was teasing, I knew he had my number, because I had his. He was playing his game, making me anxious by not knowing when he’d show up at my doorstep. He knew exactly what he was doing, he’d been doing it for two years now. 

I continued to pace back and forth, my fingers carding through my shoulder length pastel pink hair nervously. Why did I agree to this? It was wrong on so many fucking levels, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him no when I wanted this just as bad. Why wasn’t he here yet? He said only a few hours, it’d been almost eight at this point.

As if on cue, loud banging started at my front door. I ran over, not bothering to check to see if it was him before unlocking it and throwing it open. There he stood in front of me, leather jacket clad, soaking wet Jaebum. 

“Did you walk here? You’re all wet, Jae!” I exclaimed in shock at the soaked to the bone man in front of me. 

“And you’re not naked like I told you to be, Kitten.” he quipped, pushing his wet hair back, revealing his forehead. 

“Had you been a little more specific with your time frame, maybe I would have been, Princess.” I snapped, using his own pet name against him as I left the door ajar for him to come in as I walked away. I heard it slam behind me, then his hand gripped my arm and pulled me back, slamming me against the nearest wall. The air was knocked from my lungs at the contact, my mouth agape in surprise. 

“The only one who acts like a Princess around here is you, sweetheart. Throwing a hissy fit because I wasn’t here to dick you down sooner.” he growled, his eyes shamelessly wandering my barely dressed figure. 

“And though I told you to be naked, this little number isn’t half bad.” his finger hooked into the strap of my nude silk tank, gesturing to it and the matching silk shorts. He let the strap fall down my shoulder, his finger caressing my bare skin, dipping below the deep v in front before he reached a hardened nipple. A moan escaped my throat, my head leaning back against the wall. I felt his lips on my neck, his hands moving to my hips as he slowly pushed the fabric of my shirt up. 

“I bet you’re ready for me right now after having to wait all day, aren’t you, Kitten?” he cupped my breast under my shirt, a sigh leaving my lips. “Yes.” he snarled at me. 

“Get this fucking thing off already.” he demanded as he yanked the tank top from my body. 

“Fuck, your nipples are pierced? You get better every second, Kitten.” he moaned as both of his hands reached for me, his thumbs brushing my nipples, toying with the piercings. My back arched off the wall towards him, hands grasping at his neck to pull his mouth down to mine, only to have him resist. 

“I want this so bad, Letha, but do you want this? I won’t go any further until you tell me what you want.” he informed me, his voice dropping into a husky growl. 

“I want you, Jaebum. I’ve wanted you for two years. I NEED you to fuck me, right now.” I hissed as he pressed his body to mine, his hands resting on the wall above my head.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about fucking you?“ 

“How many?” I inquired as my hands slipped under his wet t-shirt to feel the hot skin of his stomach underneath. 

“Every single Goddamn time I jerk off. Every time I fuck some girl just to cum in something other than my hand. I always imagine it’s you begging for my cock, pleading for me to let you cum.“ 

“I could have done without that last bit of information.” I scoffed, taking my hands from his skin and pushing him so I could walk away towards my bed. My apartment was a large single roomed flat, my bed near my skylight view just off my living room. 

“What, you think I didn’t fuck anyone the entire time I was trying to fuck you, Princess?” he questioned, grabbing my waist and pulling me to him, my back to his chest. “I wanted you so Goddamn bad, but you never acknowledged my advances. I’d be so hard by the time I left your presence, that jerking off was never enough. I wanted you, but I knew I couldn’t have you, what did you expect me to do? Jerk off for two fucking years? Not happening, not when I can get laid at the drop of a hat.“ 

“That’s fair. I can’t say that I haven’t fucked anyone and didn’t wish it was you under me instead.” craning my head to the side to look at him, I analyzed his reaction. “Then I guess we’re on the same page about this now, right?” he questioned, his hand creeping to the waistband of my shorts. 

“Yea, I suppose we are.“ 

“Good,” he spun me around, picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing. 

“because now I’m going to fuck you like no one ever has. You’ll never want another man ever again, Kitten.” his hand came down on my ass with a loud smack, a yelp coming from me in delight. He tossed me down on the bed roughly, a dark look on his handsome face. I sat up on my knees at the edge of my bed, grabbing the lepels of his leather jacket and pulling him closer. 

“You had better be able to back all of this up, Im Jaebum. I hate being disappointed.” I pushed his jacket from his broad shoulders and he quickly flung it to the floor before peeling his wet shirt off. My hands instantly went to touch his toned torso, fingers tracing his V-line until I met the line of his underwear. His hands took hold of my face, lifting my eyes to his, his expression softening. 

“What?“ 

I prodded, my eyebrow raising as I suddenly began to feel self conscious. “You’re so beautiful, Letha. I want to enjoy every fucking second of this with you. I never thought we’d be here, like this.” his dark eyes scanned my face, filled with a different kind of emotion. 

“You’re not going to get all mushy on me now, are you?” he smirked, his face morphing back to the one filled with desire. 

“Oh, I’m going to fucking wreck you, but I wanted you to know that first.” I shrugged, my hands clasping around the back of his neck. 

“Good, like I said, I hate being disappointed.” he hovered his mouth near mine, hot breath caressing my face. 

“Let’s get this moving then, Princess.”

He crushed his mouth to mine, teeth clashing in desperation as he pushed me down onto the mattress. Our tongues battled for dominance, but I quickly lost when his hand reached down the front of my shorts, his slender fingers running along my slit. He tugged on my plump bottom lip, my fingers grasping at his muscled back. 

“You’re so wet for me already, Kitten. I don’t even need to prep you for my cock, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to.” he began traveling down, his lips leaving purple and red petals along my pale skin. When he found my left nipple, his eyes darted to mine, a mischievous smiling pulling at his lips. 

“Don’t tease me, haven’t you done that enough already?” his tongue darted out, teasing the already painfully hard bud. 

“So impatient, aren’t we, Kitten?” he hummed, his teeth tugging on my nipple ring. My hands moved to grip his hair, his tongue swirling before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. 

“Fuck!” I breathed out, my legs opening further so he could rest between them with ease. He moved to my other nipple, granting it the same treatment as the first. His left hand slipped down between our bodies, fingers pulling at the hem of my sleep shorts. He jerked his lips away, releasing me with a lewd pop. 

“These need to come off, right now.” he ordered, 

I lifted my hips as he slowly pulled them down my legs, fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He began making his way back up, wet kisses gracing my skin from my ankles, all the way up to my inner thighs. He hitched my legs over his shoulders, arms under my thighs, hands pulling them apart as he lay flat on his stomach. 

“God, I can’t believe how wet you are, Kitten. I can’t wait to taste you.” he said hungrily, his lips kissing everywhere but where I wanted him. 

“Jae,” he looked up at the sound of his name, grinning like a cat who’d just caught a mouse. 

“Yes, Kitten?“ 

I took my fingers through his bangs, pushing them back from his forehead so I could see him better. "Please, baby. I need you.” his eyes rolled back into his head at the pet name, a grunt passing his lips. 

“Anything for you, Princess.” he dragged his tongue up my slit, a gasp escaping me. His pace was slow, teasing as he lapped at me. I squirmed under him, wanting him to move faster. He roughly held me in place continuing his torture. 

“Jaebum–please–I’m begging you!” I pleaded between heavy pants, my chest heaving rapidly. 

“Since you asked so nicely.” he delved his tongue deep inside me, twisting it as his nose bumped my clit. I white knuckled the sheets as he moved to pay attention to the swollen bundle of nerves, taking it between his lips and suckling. His right hand let go of my thigh, moving inward, his middle finger toying with my entrance. His tongue and lips continued to pay attention to my clit as he pushed his finger in, pumping slowly. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Kitten.” he murmured before inserting a second finger. He picked up the pace, his thumb taking the place of his mouth as he thrust his fingers in and out harshly. “Oh, fuck, Jae!” I whimpered, hands gripping my hair as the knot in my stomach tightened. He curled his fingers, successfully hitting my g-spot, making me lift off the bed towards his touch. 

“Come on, cum for me, Kitten. I know you’re close.” he lowered his mouth back down, sucking and licking as his fingers worked the inside of me. The knot got tighter, my legs tensing up as he kept going. 

“I-I’m cumming! Jae, I’m cumming!” my climax roared through me like a tidal wave, my body trembling as he helped me through my orgasm. After my walls stopped clenching around his fingers, his mouth left me as he slowly removed them. 

“Ah, you did so good, Princess.” he praised as he came back up to me, putting his fingers into his mouth and sucking. 

“You taste even better than I thought.” his lips came crashing down on mine, tongue pushing past my lips to enter my mouth. I could taste myself in his kiss and I could have cared less. I had never orgasmed so hard in my life and he hadn’t even fucked me properly yet. 

He pulled away, his breathing heavy as his hands roamed my sides. “I’m going to fuck you senseless, Kitten. Would you like that?” my hands wound into his hair, lips kissing the column of his creamy neck. “Yes, please fuck me, baby. I need you so fucking bad.” he pushed away from me, standing up to remove his jeans and underwear faster than the speed of light.

“Wait,” he bent down, searching his pockets frantically. 

“fuck! I don’t have condom!” he panicked, his hands pulling his hair in frustration. I pulled myself up and moved over to him, sitting on my knees. I took his face into my palms, kissing him over and over while his arms hung loosely at his sides. 

“Calm down, it’s not the end of the world. I’m on birth control anyway, so we don’t need it unless you want one.” his eyes widened at my revelation, a smile coming back to his face. “You keep getting better and better, Kitten!” he kissed me roughly, pushing me back down onto the mattress, his throbbing member pressing against my inner thigh. I took my fingers down to wrap around his thick length, stroking him a few times. Our mouths moved feverishly against one another as I stroked him. He pulled away, breathless and panting. 

“I want you to ride me. Now.” he easily switched our positions, me now straddling his hips. 

“I can’t wait to watch you ride my dick, Kitten.” he told me, it coming out more like a snarl at me. 

“I’ll have you know, I’m an expert in dick riding.” I joked, my hands running up the expanse of his chest. He chuckled, his hands landing on my hips, fingers digging into the skin there. 

“Prove it.” reaching down, I gripped him as I lined us up. I gave him a coy smirk before slowly sinking down. He let out a hiss between clenched teeth, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. I began rocking my hips into him, I sat up and braced my hands against his chest. I bounced, timing my hip rolls to my movements. After a few minutes, he finally looked back to me, his eyes watching his cock slide in and out of me. 

“Fuck, Kitten, you weren’t kidding.” I let out a low laugh, increasing my speed, thighs starting to burn, but I ignored it. I bent down to kiss him hungrily, my hands holding his face as he gripped my ass and rocked me harder, now thrusting into me. Letting out a cry of pleasure into our kiss, I rested my forehead against his. 

“That’s it, baby, be loud for me. Come on, I want to hear you scream my name.” he coaxed, his teeth nipping at my earlobe. “F-fuck!” I sputtered, pulling myself back up into sitting position. 

Without warning, he sat up, flipping us over so I was beneath him, then turning me onto my stomach. A yelp of surprise left my lips at his quick movements, my core becoming desperate for him. He grabbed my hips and pulled my ass up into the air as I braced on my elbows. He smacked it, without a doubt leaving a hand print. 

“My turn now, Kitten.” he ran his fingers over my dripping slit before taking his tip and running it along it teasingly. I pushed my ass back into him, urging him to go. It granted me another smack, a broken cry leaving my throat. 

“Be patient or I’ll just keep playing with you.” I stilled my movements as he continued. 

“Good girl.” he plunged back into me, a death grip on my hips as pounded me mercilessly. “Jaebum! Oh Fuck!” I screamed, his hand fisting my hair and pulling me back against his chest. He let go of my hair and swiftly moved on to my neck, cutting off my oxygen slightly. 

“You like it rough, don’t you?” I simply nodded in agreement, my vision blurring as I felt my second orgasm nearing. His right hand moved down to splay out across my collarbones while his left held my hip as he fucked me. I brought an arm up to wrap around his neck and pull him into a kiss. His hips snapped into me with such force, I pulled my mouth away. 

“Jae, I’m so close.” I croaked, my forehead pressing against his cheek. “Fuck, me too.” he took his right hand down my stomach, his finger finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrust. 

“Fuck, fuck!” he moaned, his head tilting back. “Jaebum-” his name left me as a whine, so close to my climax now. Suddenly, he pulled out of me, making us both cry out in discomfort. He hastily grabbed my hips and turned me before pushing me onto my back. 

“Why did you do that, asshole?” I barked, smacking his hard chest in frustration. 

“I want to see your face when you cum. I need to remember this.” he explained, lining himself back up and thrusting into me harshly. My back lifted off the bed, head flying back as I squeezed my eyes shut. He hiked my thighs up around his waist, then caged my head between his elbows. 

“Letha, Letha, look at me.” obeying, my eyes locked on his as he thrust into me vigorously. My arms wound around his neck, fingers tugging at the hair there. For some reason, this didn’t feel like two people fucking each other out of pure lust anymore. The way his expression shifted as he gazed into my eyes, felt different. 

“Kiss me, Jaebum.” I begged, feeling my eyes prick with tears for some stupid reason. He obliged me, his mouth meeting mine in a desperate kiss. Moments later, he pulled away, his pace still brutal. 

“I can’t hold it back anymore, baby.” he confessed, sweat beaded on his forehead, bangs wet and hanging in his eyes. I took my hand down, rubbing myself as I held his neck with the other hand. 

“God, you’re so fucking hot.” he groaned, his forehead pressing to mine as he snapped his hips even harder. “Fuck! Fuck!” I screamed, my second climax smashing into me harder than my first, my entire body tensing up. 

“Jaebum!” I clenched around him, causing him to lose his hold on his own orgasm. He cupped my face, making eye contact with me as he came, his cum coating my walls. 

“Fuck, Letha.” he mumbled, his lips latching back on mine. My hand left my body to grip his back as we rode out our highs, lips never parting. He gave me a few languid thrust before stilling completely inside me. He just gazed down at me, his thumbs brushing my cheekbones gently. 

“That two year build up was definitely worth it.” he pointed out before slowly easing his softening member from me. I just lay there, my body pulsing and already sore. He moved to get up, but I grasped his forearm to stop him. 

“Where are you going, Jaebum?” I questioned. 

“Oh, um, I figured you’d probably want me to go after.” he replied sheepishly, his hand running through his sweaty hair. 

“Stay with me.” I told him, tugging on him to come back. 

“You sure? I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.“ 

Who the hell was this sweet man and what had he done to the sex demon that fucked me senseless not even two minutes ago. 

“You literally just fucked me harder than I’ve ever been fucked, Im Jaebum. Cuddling with me is the last thing that’ll make me uncomfortable.” reassuringly, I patted the spot beside me. 

“You sure?” he double checked, hesitating slightly. 

“Positive.” a small smile brightened his face as he moved to the spot beside me. I pulled his arm around me and rested my head on his chest, slinging my right leg over him. 

“Letha?“ 

“Hm?” I hummed in response, sleep beginning to tug at my eyes. 

“I like you. A lot.” he confessed, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on my arm. I lazily kissed his damp chest, my eyes catching his. 

“I know I made it sound like kind of a one time thing, but I don’t want it to be. I want to take you out on actual dates, shower you in gross lovey dovey kisses, hold your hand, bring you take out and watch movies in our underwear kind of shit. I want all that crap with you, especially now.” leaning up on my elbow, I looked down at him, fingers tracing his jaw. 

“Are you sure it’s not the after sex high talking?” he smiled widely, holding my face. 

“Positive.“ 

“Then I guess I had better get used to seeing that cocky smirk more, shouldn’t I? Though I’m definitely going to lose my job now.” he brought me into a slow, sweet kiss, his hands moving to pull me back down on top of him. He pulled away moments later, a mischievous grin on his lips. 

“What?” I probed, eyebrows knitting in curiosity. 

“You’ll be seeing a lot more than just my smirk, Princess. And don’t worry about your job, I already told my manager I was planning on asking you out. Your job is safe.” I let out a laugh, rolling off of him and onto my back. 

“There he is, you sneaky bastard.” I remarked as I rested my head on his arm, the back of my left hand on his chest. He lifted it to his mouth, kissing each finger carefully. “Kitten, you’re stuck with me.” he informed me, his grin lighting up that beautiful face. 

“I can live with that.”

[dlamp-dictator]

Story Ideas Allen Has

AKA Allen’s Ramblings XV, but since I’m tagging fandoms again I can’t have that as the title this time around. Christ, I’ve done 15 of these now...

Hey there folks. For those that don’t know I’m Allen X, or Dlamp, or YOUR DICTATING LEADER OF ALL MEN AND PEOPLE, ETERNALLY RULING OVER YOU PATHETIC SCUM LIKE THE WORMS YO- Actually no, ignore that, it’s an old joke no one will get. Anyway, I write lyrics, fanfics, original fictions (that I don’t have posting anywhere yet), occasionally draw, very occasionally talk about tiddy ninjas, and ramble about RP stuff among other things. Speaking fanfics, I’ve updated my Virtua Fighter fanfic called Reversal Princess... I updated it a week ago and I’ve just been lazy in promoting that fact... heh, sorry about that Reversal Princess fans. For those interest you can read the latest chapter on either Fanfiction or Ao3, it’s basically me just writing about Aoi Umenokoji and putting her in several fights and socially awkward situations with cameos from just about everywhere from Monster Monsume to Variable Geo. 

Anyway, with that out the way, I wanted to talk about a few story ideas I had for the future. I’m mostly talking about these ideas to have them archived somewhere for references later, but also because I wanna’ see if anyone would be interested in these being written. Now, keep in mind none of these ideas are going to happen until I either (a) finish Reversal Princess or (b) get half through drafting my original work, Azure. However, these are some ideas that I’ve been toying with in the back of my mind for the past few months now. So again, I wanted share them all with you guys in order to gauge interest. And since I wanted this rambling to get attention I’m gonna’ tagged fandoms since I wanna’ know each fandom’s opinion on each idea. 

So with that, here I go with idea #1, which is...

A Rewriting of Magical Girl Raising Project: Unmarked

Ooooh, this is something I’ve been wanting to do since after I finished reading Restart (I haven’t read past that, so no spoilers please). For at least two months now I’ve been wondering how things might play out if the death order in Unmarked was different or if the survivors had changed, if other characters had died in different ways, if certain events were instigated by different people. Sorry for being vague folks, but I just don’t want to spoil things for those watching the anime. I’ve been toying with the idea to the point where I probably would had drafted it if I wasn’t writing two other works right now, but I digress. 

Now, there are a few rules to this rewrite if I were to do it:

The survivor count must remain the same (not spoiling it for those not finished with the anime or novel, but it’s few)

The first death must still be by having minimal magical candies

You guys know the first character that actively killed someone? The one that killed that character that was raising all those death flags? Yeah, they character still has to enact the first kill. Again, not spoiling who for newcomers.

The battle at the bridge must still happen somehow, someway.

And... yeah, that’s about it. This is probably the first thing I’m gonna’ do after I finish Reversal Princess, but anyone wanting to give their input please do. I already know who I want to survive in my rewrite, so there’s influencing me there, but... again, just gauging interest. 

Anyway, onto idea #2.

A Continuation of the Deep Crimson Story/Timeline

Next up we’ve got a continuation of Deep Crimson’s story. For those that mostly play Senran Kagura for the Life, Hometown, and cute ninja girls ripping each other’s clothes to pieces, the story is broken up into two timelines, the DS game series and Playstation game series. The DS games are a bit more serious and story-focused than the Playstation ones, and it’s those games I honestly like the best. It seems like the creators have no real intention of continuing the story in the DS titles, but I’m a lot more invested in that storyline, so I’ve been wondering about making a story that explained what happened after that game. I mean, the Crimson Squad had a chance to go back to Hebijo and we never got confirmation on if they took it or not. We still don’t know much about the Kagura and Naraku and the roles they’ll take after becoming free. Just... a lot of stuff I feel they’d answer and third title, but that third title is highly unlikely. So anyone interested in that feel free to let me know. 

With that all said, idea #3 is...

A Marie Rose/Honoka Fanfiction

Not really a creative premise, I know, but it’s something I’ve been wanting ot write for months now. Much like with Reversal Princess, I mostly wanna’ write about these two because they’re my DoA mains and I tend to write fics about my fighting game mains. There’s a lot of unanswered questions about these two I want to take a stab at answering as well. Namely how Marie and Honoka know each other in the first place and more importantly how Honoka is on semi-friendly terms with Ayane. This would probably be written in the same vein as Reversal Princess, being mostly light hearted with some fights and serious moments sprinkled throughout and plenty of obscure cameos. So yeah, that’s an idea I’ve had for awhile now. Oh, and just because Marie and Honoka would have (more or less) equal focus doesn’t mean it’d be a shipping fanfic. It could happen, but romance is kind of my weakest point as a writer so... not likely.

So then, moving with my last idea, idea #4...

A Nioh-Inspired Fiction

Again, not a creative premise, but hear me out. I’m very tempted to write this one alongside Azure, but... I’m gonna’ wait to see if the idea holds long enough and my Nioh-hype dies down a little (or I beat the game). I’ve been playing a lot of Nioh lately, and it’s got me wanting to write a story about a clash of European and Japanese feudalism. I’m not so sure what I want to write about specifically, but I know I want to make it about a female knight that travels around a Feudal Japanese-eque land, meeting samurai, demons, being introduced to magic, and all that fun stuff that’s happening in Nioh. More than likely the knight will be on some conquest mission or something for the sake of having a stable (and simple) plot, but... who knows. Again, this is probably the most impulsive thing on the list, but I just wanted to see if people were interested. 

And those are all my story ideas. If you guys are interested in any of these just reply with what sounds interesting, or shoot me a message in my inbox or IM it to me. Also, check out Reversal Princess. I’ve been working on that fanfic for a year now I’m glad to see it’s gone from 1,000 to 24,000 words in just a year’s time. Anyway, that’s it for me. Thanks for reading.

[rizzythemonk]

One Night in the Row

Everything in italics have been added by me for clarity and insight, everything else is directly copied from rp with @roewyn​ @leywalker-starsworn​ @zaderick​ @velerodra​ @thebuildingcacophony and @Vicajin. There was also a lot of peanut gallery chatter I did not include to keep the story focused. Indented is from Kurel’s post.

“Anyways… Im goin before it escalates t’crazy.” He told Kurel and Mav

Famous last words Rizzy.

“But she’s right. Its a manageable thing. Should you tame a tiger from Pandaria, part of you will always fear it.” Said Magistrix Demytrya as Rizzy took to appearing from the shadows, standing atop the cart, just inches in front of his sister. It was an interesting choice of words. An interesting choice of creatures, and the shadow of the tiger across his back itched in response.

Rizzy cleared his throat. Conversation continued on top of him and all around, but the monk focused most of his attention on Captain Essex, on the Ambassador, on the Magistrix.

Killian’s ears perked up when he heard Rizzy clearing his throat. His gaze fell on the man and gave a quiet nod in greeting. A smile returned briefly, then his gaze moved back to Ilyea. It was good that he had their eyes, and the monk waited patiently for their attention. Granted he knew quite a bit about what was circling around through his informants, Riz still wanted to give the pair a chance to own up to their end of the bargain, or to at least ask for what he had to offer.

He counted beats. Patient. And then tried once again to gather attention to himself.

“So. I believe.” He started out slowly. “There was some interest in a meetin with Kurel goin on. That interestin’ly enough, the magistrix ain’t got any power t’fullfill.” The monk called out clearly. He licked his lips and crossed his arms over his chest in mild irritation. He was almost tempted to let his tattoo roar for him if this did not in effect work.

“Evening, Rizzy.” Taleyreil intoned back.

Rizzy nodded, glad to finally have some amount of attention. “Would y’like to have a talk there Ambassador?”

Killian shifted his weight, scratching the back of his right ankle with his left. His gaze drifted from Taleyriel towards Rizzy, but let the Ambassador speak.

“A talk where?”

“Just away from the distraction of people who are promisin you something they absolutely cannot deliver.” As he pointed at Demytrya to ensure they knew what he was talking about. From Kurel’s mouth to his, there was absolute certainty in the monk’s mind that even given the man’s chance to cool from the clusterfuck she would be unable to make a meeting happen for the two. A meeting that Riz sincerely wanted to help with.

“With all do respect, Rizzy, you have yet to deliver.”

Rizzy raised an eyebrow, “We had a deal an it looks like y’goin round tryin t’no’ pay my reward. Makes the wonder whether you’d pay the reward for the one puttin up the posters either.”

The captain and the ambassador exchanged glances, and as much as Riz would have responded to Ilyea’s comment about the posters he had bigger fish to fry so to speak. Which Taleyriel seemed content to ignore as well.

“I cannot talk to others now?”

“We settled terms, settled location until -you- backed out, and settled on a payment schedule. How is that no’ at least good faith?”

“A failure to disclose the intricacies presented by said location could undermine your good faith. Me speaking to the Magistrix here has not put in jeopardy your reward.” The ambassador countered.

“Except I did disclose said ‘intricacies.’ And payin forward two grand in gold for Kurel’s bail, acceptin a card t’meet Kurel on her turf very much does put in jepoardy my pay.”

Demytrya glanced up at Rizzy, her expression letting him know he wasn’t helping. Her words were clipped as she offered a smile in his direction, “I asked for a show of good faith on the Ambassador’s half. He’s a man that obviously understands that no meeting with anyone of import comes without a price. His is to handle the small…” She paused, calculating how she would put it, especially with Ilyea in presence, “Kerfuffle that Kurel found himself in with the state. I’ve asked him to show that like me, he can make sure such trivial matters are set aside so that business can continue as it should.” Surely she wasn’t speaking of the row as business. Fels bells, she totally was.

That cinched it.The ‘Kerfuffle’ her own subordinate caused, when she turned Kurel in to the guards. An incident of the Magistrix making that she was demanding the Ambassador clean up, the appearance that it was his fault Kurel was there to being with, it was down right rude and bad business. Business he had thus far conducted about as transparently as the monk could, she was adding lies and backdoors to. The monk steeled himself to perhaps make a rare enemy for once. Speaking against a Magistrate was always dangerous. He could bend forever, but Kurel, Killian, Taleyriel would not. Especially two thousand gold poorer. He had Kurel at his back, Vel by his side, the pages of Sunspire in his pocket. It was time for the tiger to speak.

“Magistrix, with all do respect, you had no right making any deal on the Trade Lord’s behalf.”

Killian looked towards Taleyriel, taking a few steps towards him. He leaned in to whisper inaudibly to the rest. He nodded once finished.

Demytrya looked at Rizzy, “You can let me handle that, hmm? Unless you feel you are suited to handle such affairs between the Magistry and Sunspire?”

“I am in fact.” Fuck the magistry. That was the entire point of Sunspire. Freedom from such bureaucratic condescending manipulation. That was what all of this was for. Sunspire and Sunspire’s eternal freedom. It was a discussion that should never, and if Rizzy had anything to say about it, would never be controlled by the Magistry or any other power. They were self governed men.

Killian nodded at Taleyriel again.

“I’m sorry, I must have missed your induction into the magistry. I’ll be sure to get right on such accounts, as I would have welcomed you more formally, had I known.”

Rizzy pulled out the official paperwork of Sunspire from his pocket, “I have all the official paperwork of Sunspire’s trade connections, manifests, and legalities directly from the Purveyor’s office and the Will and Voice of the trade Lord.” He took a breath, that had come out harsher than he wanted, rilling himself up with the state of the port and its freedom, so he tried to clarify. “Sunspire is a free port. We are not, under any condition to work with or within the magistry, ma’am.”

“And I hold the proof In. My. Hand.” Oh please let that be the end of it.

“Indeed, you aren’t. Well then, it would seem my negotiations have been for naught. Forego the 2000 gold crown negotiations I asked of you, Magister. It would seem Rizzy here, has a better deal for you.”

The pair in question kept exchanging glances, and kept quiet.

“I have the -only- deal at present.” He reiterated firmly against the magistrix’s not so subtle snark, but at least she was acquiescing.

“Meet Kurel without such trivial matters being thrust upon you, as Kurel was delighted to pay such a fine.”

Or not. Clearly she was trying to goad Rizzy on the price tag. On the perception of his employer’s disgruntled reaction to the two thousand gold wasted that could have covered his jail fees. He knew better. He knew what Kurel wanted. He had for a long time now. He knew Kurel was the man that would rather blow up his own ships than see a dime from their use if it meant proving a point. Two thousand gold was but a drop in the bucket to what others had already ripped from the Trade Lord by a woman’s manipulating tongue.

You did not threaten his freedom.

“Are you certain, Magistrix?” Taleyrial piped in again finally.

“Sounds like the man blocking my view is the only deal in town Ambassador…” Vel offered and Rizzy gave her a light pat in thanks for the reassurance.

Demytrya looked up at Rizzy at that point, “Are we certain, Rizzy? He was about to see to it that Kurel’s fines be abated. Is that what you would negotiate for Kurel? That he pay the fines and meet with the Ambassador without such trivialities?

“Will Kurel rather he had the fines in lew of… well no strings.

“I suppose that is what it comes down to, Rizzy. You, after all, hold the papers.” She motioned to the papers in his hands.

Good gracious, how many ways could the man tell her she had no idea what she was dealing with before she got the point?

“The fines are none of the Ambassador’s business. How he is involved in Kurel ‘inciting someone to nudity’ I’m not certain. Nor should you be, you and I were both present for his lawless act.” He threatened. She wanted to keep talking? Fine. He would offer publicly her public humiliation and all the details he was aware of if she was not careful.

“Whoa. What?!” The Ambassador seemed to almost jump at.

Rizzy looked to Taleyriel and Killian, “She was trying to get you to pay restitution for something you had nothing to do with. So, you’re welcome.” Hopefully done with the meddling magistrix.

Demytrya laughed softly, “You think the pamphlets had nothing to do with it then? By all means. Tell Kurel your decision then Rizzy. I defer to you.”

Killian looked at Rizzy.

“If you defer to me, madam Magistrix, then shut y’trap? Thank you.”

The phrase in question was apparently such a slight the magistrix would not let it go even days later. Clearly it was the rudest possible things the monk could ever say.

“How do you incite someone to nudity?” Taleyriel asked.

“He paid someone to undress.” Said Riz.

“Oh.”

“He paid someone t’undress specifically to humiliate the magistrix here.”

Demytrya lifted a hand, a cold blast of icy air expanding from a small vortex outside of her palm towards Rizzy, meant to blast him off the cart and on to his ass if he didn’t dodge. She would have a certain amount of impudence, for sure, but his telling her to ‘shut her trap’ that seemed to be a no-no.

Killian frowned, furrowing his brow as he glanced towards the magistrix.

Rizzy had seen the wind up. The ice. The fury growing in the mage and relaxed his muscles ones by one. If this was it, he was going down fighting and making sure Vel would take none of the force of the attack. “That’s the charges he was official paying fin-” Rizzy did not dodge, and was blown all the way back, smacking into the wall hard, the air from his lungs audibly forced out with a hard grunt.

You did not threaten his people.

Killian walked towards Rizzy and held his hand out to the man. No words were said, but he gave him a nod.

Riz let out a hacking cough.

Taleyriel stared blankly into the distance as though he were in the office. Yep.

Demytrya watched as rizzy was thrown, turning to Taleyriel as if she hadn’t just blasted him in the face with 70 mile per hour winds of ice, her smile not entirely meeting her eyes. “Go ahead and go with our agreement. I’ll make sure to tell Kurel that Rizzy here fought on his behalf for you not to honor the agreement we established so Rizzy is not seen as derelict. I’ll also make sure to see to it that if he hurt his poor noggin, it’s handled, hmm?” A single pale brow lofted.

Rizzy took Killian’s hand once he could breathe again, leaning hard on him for just a moment, “Thanks”

Rizzy’s next words were quiet, pressed close to Killian in a whisper. “There is no deal. Kurel is refusing to speak with you two for now because of all this cluster. Whatever she's promising you, don't trust her. I'll work something out in the future. Don't worry about my pay. I just want t'see you two safe an sound. Also... Im gettin rid of the rocks round sunspire. I had no idea how terrible they were."

"Whatever fucking shit's happening, you will get paid. You came forward with information, even though we didn't meet. You deserve at least half for that. This whole thing is bollocks. We should speak in private. I have met Kurel before." The captain mumbled back.

"Anytime. Im here for you guys whenever y'need. Also that Ilyea lady? She's the one that made all the flyers."

"Are you certain about that?"

"Its what Kurel said, an’ the fact that she won't shut up about em lends support t'that."

"Ten thousand pieces of gold, as per my reward. Thank you for that."

Meanwhile Rizzy kept his ear perked for the ambassador and the magistrix still…

“Are you all right?”

“Welcome to the row, Ambassador.”

Taleyriel gave a polite nod. “You have my gratitude,” his attention shifted towards Rizzy and Killian for a moment. The absurdity of having asked the attacker if she was fine had been entirely lost on him.

“Magistrix - to be clear, are you saying you intend to keep the deal you have no authority to make?” Vel asked considering Rizzy was still a bit winded.

“Vic if you hadn’t been sitting there being bored, you’d have known that was your cue to wisk Rizzy away in the shadows.” The magistrix shot the troll a frown.

The troll in question only replied, “I don’t do political assassinations anymore. Messy stuff.”

Wait, what?

Rizzy did a few calculations. Killian at one side, Vel at the other, other friends and informants about the crowd hidden and in view… he was safe, but at the same time. She blatantly offered out loud to have him taken into the shadows and murdered. He would remember that.

“I’m saying the deal I was making was on behalf of a close friend. Not as an agent of Sunspire Port. He can take Sunspire Port’s deal, or mine. I am willing to bet which deal Kurel would find more to his liking. Do you challenge that?”

“Me too.” Vel replied.

“Which is going to make Kurel have more faith in the magister here? Which is going to show the magisters good faith that he in in fact who and what he says he is?” Demytrya would just not stop.

“Ambassador.” Taleyriel corrected.

“Pardon, Ambassador, my apologies. At any rate, the Ambassador here gets an opportunity in my deal.”

Taleyriel gave a dismissive wave of his hand. “No need. It has been a rather energetic night.”

Ilyea pipped in “Demy is a very good friend of Kurel. She will be the best to make sure both are done well. I guarantee it.”

Except Killian knew the truth already. If Taleyriel didn't know yet, he was soon to follow.

“To show that if there is business to be had, he can handle it. He’s got the cops, as it were to make such negotiations and see them through.” the magistrix continued.

Vel shrugged, “I’d not dare challenge an all knowing magistrix… Though, I do know… somewhat - that Kurel doesn’t like deals he isn’t being told he’s a part of… which - unless you’ve manage to tell him… you have no way of knowing… I’d bet on Rizzy’s deal…”

“Oh? So perhaps we put it to the test? We could offer both deals to Kurel.”

Vel just stared at Taleyriel. Then to Demy, “wait - one moment… if we do the test - and he rejects your deal… You owe me something… hm?”

“Sure.”

Riz remained quiet, letting the magistix blow her storm out thinking somehow her icy wind had led her to win. He quietly recalled conversations with Vel and felt more centered despite the physical bruising spreading across his skin. Given a choice, as a free man of Sunspire it was his right to choose; Riz would never be the wind.

Seriously, have you all not figured out reading this by now?

The reed bends in the wind. It does not break. But contracts do.

@shaded-hawke @kurel-andiel @tinthard @thoendran @aranyaphoenix @crimsynlotus

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Echoes, Ch. 33

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Fic Summary: Feet dangling off the edge of the bed, hands still resting on the earpieces of his glasses, Eggsy opened his eyes.

And promptly shut them again, screwing them shut like a child who had the distinct misfortune of biting into a raw lemon. Breathing harshly in his nose and out his mouth, trying to stave off whatever delusional panic had befallen him, Eggsy reopened his eyes.

‘Harry?’

Or: The Hologram Story Nobody Asked For

          Harry could scarcely remember a time he had been more inclined to rip someone’s hands from their body, but Kelline was somehow a tier all to herself. She’d taken a while to approach Eggsy, had instead attempted to entice him into approaching her, but he’d made a show of being unimpressed- and somehow that had impressed her. He was in his old streetwear, winged shoes luckily Kingsman-made despite their common appearance, sans glasses. For all the world he looked like a local out for a night, and if not for the untested adhesive audio transmitters secured in his ears Eggsy would have been entirely on his own outside of Harry’s watchful eye.

           Unfortunately, the technology meant that Harry was privy to their entire conversation, which he attempted to ignore entirely- but a mention of himself had him tuning back in.

           ‘Do you see the gentleman at the end of the bar, Dean?’ Eggsy had chosen the name for himself, and Harry couldn’t understand why he would bring even the memory of that man into his work. But there were a great many things he did not understand about Eggsy, and that was half the charm. Always on his toes.

           ‘What ‘bout him, Kells?’ Harry was sure to wait a moment too long before he turned his head away from the sight of Eggsy with Grisham.

           ‘Kelline, please, Dean- I’ve spent long enough being called by derivatives to know I don’t desire it in bed.’

           ‘We ain’t in a bed, luv.’

           ‘Not yet.’ Eggsy made a show of looking her over, one eyebrow raised and lip caught between his teeth, inwardly groaning at the show he was being forced to put on. It was the job, and he loved the job, but this woman was frustrating as hell. ‘But back to the point- that man has had his eyes on you all night.’ Finally.

           ‘Has he?’ Eggsy smirked, brushed a hand across her shoulder to unnecessarily move some hair out of his way, ‘why do you care? I’m over here with you, ain’t I?’

           ‘What if I want him to watch us?’ She whispered it into the edge of his ear, briefly running her tongue along the lobe before biting softly.

           ‘Then I’m at your service, Kelline.’ Eggsy turned the two of them so she was pressed against the edge of the bar, one hand on the bartop and the other slowly running its way up her back. ‘Let’s give ‘im somethin’ to talk about, yeah?’

           Harry meant to make himself less obvious, to be more the shy man uncomfortable with his desires than the lecherous voyeur, but that simply did not happen. His hand tightened on his near empty pint, and he could scarcely look away. Eggsy was barely taller than she was, but had made sure to bend at such an angle as to make himself seem more imposing, almost looming over her, as they kissed. Her eyes were mostly closed, the smallest sliver revealing that her gaze flickered between the two of them, mind not fully engaged with the physical side of the show. Harry tried desperately to tune out the sounds of their lips coming apart and together again, unable to stop himself from putting himself in her place. The taste of his lips, the feel of Eggsy’s strength atop his own.

           Grisham locked eyes with Harry and moved one hand to Eggsy’s hair, tugged a bit at the base and Eggsy let out what Harry could only assume was a genuine moan of pleasure before diving back into her mouth.

           Harry let his mouth fall open just enough to be noticable, pulling himself back to at least a semblance of professionalism while keeping her attention. Grisham pulled back from the kiss and scratched her nails across Eggsy’s scalp, grinning at the full-body shiver the action evoked.

           ‘He’s watching.’

           ‘Weren’t that the point?’ Eggsy grinned into her neck, the edges of his teeth visible to Harry from across the room, before biting down. Grisham moaned and pulled his head back up to force their lips back together. ‘D’you want him to join us?’ Eggsy whispered between kisses, checking Harry out briefly, ‘he ain’t bad lookin’.’ What was Eggsy doing now?

           ‘I’m more of a one man kind of woman, Dean- but we could invite him to see things a little closer, if you like.’ This was not part of the plan, and Harry was going to kill him. Slowly. But for now all he could do was turn away and pretend to be embarrassed.

           ‘The fuck are you doing, Eggsy? The point was to not have you two connected.’ Merlin grumbled into the mic and Harry hummed his head in silent agreement, hiding it in his now empty glass.

           ‘Think you like the idea of that, don’t you sweethear’?’ Eggsy breathed into Grisham’s ear, ‘Someone close ‘nough to hear you pantin’ for it who ain’t allowed to touch. You like ‘em rough an’ young and a bit forbidden. Like to tempt ev’ryone else like fuckin’ Eve an’ the apple.’ Eggsy ran a fingertip up the side of her ribs, casually glancing across the edge of her breast, before returning his hand to her waist. ‘I don’ mind bein’ used, but if we’re gonna do this,’ Eggsy pulled her off the bar and fully into himself, forcing her to look up into his eyes, ‘we’re gonna do it right, you get me?’

           On the one hand, Harry was impressed with his use of doublespeak to address Merlin’s concerns- on the other he was furious with being put into this position by the man. Grisham was obviously going for it, the heave of her chest and wide-eyed look she was giving Eggsy all he needed to know that they would be approaching him soon. He had approximately 2 minutes, but probably less than that, to come to a decision.

           Did he particularly want to see Eggsy and Grisham closer than he already had? Not at all; but being in closer proximity than he was currently in could only give more opportunities to obtain the information they needed, so for the sake of the mission he should. And that was the priority- the mission- so the decision had technically already been made.

           ‘Got a question for ya, mate.’ Eggsy had either made it to Harry’s end of the bar far quicker than he’d estimated it would take, or he’d been too focused on his non-choices to notice his approach. Either way, Harry blinked his way back into the present and looked up at Eggsy the same way he’d looked at Dean’s goons all that time ago.

           ‘What could you possibly have to ask of me?’

           ‘D’you want to come an’ watch us a bit closer? Can’t have that good a view from here, bruv.’ Eggsy smirked, and cocked one hip as he crossed his arms. Harry could see Kelline watching avidly from her spot on the far end of the bar, and frowned slightly as he met Eggsy’s gaze briefly, brows furrowed as he looked away again. Tell-tale flush to his ears, shoulders slumped- the image of a man caught out in an embarrassing but not dangerous circumstance. Someone who hadn’t meant to be obvious. Hadn’t meant to be caught.

           ‘Don’t hurt yourself, just give it a think an’ come by when you’re ready.’ That cheeky shit. If there had been any doubt that Eggsy couldn’t fall back into old habits, it was certainly gone now. But Harry refused to look up from the tabletop, and Eggsy hesitated for a breath before walking back toward his target. It wasn’t the plan, to be sure, but he knew how birds like her thought. She wanted to be the only thing anyone remembered about that evening, whether due to her knowledge of her actions she wanted to be memorable. She wanted to know she was remembered, and there was little as memorable as a voyeuristic escapade in a crowded bar; both for those directly involved and for those on the outskirts. If Harry came and joined them, in whatever way Kelline directed, every person in that bar would know what was happening.

           And that’s exactly the kind of audience that wouldn’t notice anything amiss- a captive one.

           So he swaggered his way back toward Grisham, shoulders back and grin wide, and greeted her with a kiss. ‘Asked if he wanted a better view.’

           ‘And?’ Her cheeks were flushed, pupils dilated as she searched his face for some hint of an answer. Eager to know the game they were going to play. He shrugged and pulled her closer, one hand draping itself just above her arse while the other sat respectfully on her waist- fingers squeezing just tight enough to remind her of their size without leaving any marks,

           ‘An’ we’ll have to wait an’ see- he weren’t expectin’ to be noticed. Seemed out of sorts- told ‘im to come by when he was ready.’

           ‘When?’

           ‘Men like ‘im don’ let opportunity pass ‘em when it comes to the shit they ain’t supposed to want.’

           ‘Then, Dean, let’s get back with the programme.’ Kelline looked up at him from between her lashes, blue eyes bright even in the dim lighting, and Eggsy couldn’t help but note that she was beautiful on the outside. Like a poisonous flower that didn’t know any other way to be. But Eggsy had grown among poisonous plants, had adapted to their toxic perfumes and blinding colours, and knew how far his resistance could take him.

           And this? This was nothing.

           So he smiled and leant forward, brought their lips together softly before demanding more, cornering her between the bar, the wall, and himself with one hand pulling her fully to him. He didn’t need Merlin’s warning that Harry was approaching- if there was one thing he was attuned to it was his presence, but he still maneuvered them back toward the bar. In plainer view of both the general customers and the man approaching them while desperately trying to seem as if that was not what he was doing.

           For everything Eggsy knew about Harry, seeing his acting in action was something else- he’d never have guessed that Harry was within the man sheepishly making his way down the bar. The other patrons leered as he went by, likely thinking their actions covert when glancing from the couple to the elder gentleman making his way. They’d get to have a laugh about it later.

           It was showtime.