#twitchy!wicke

[kallasilya22]

I essentially follow only three tags on here (Good Omens, OFMD, Wicked the musical)

..... which are basically, when you think about it, all the same thing.

[wwaheoh]

“Falling Asleep on The Job” - Victoria Housekeeping x gnReader (Platonic)

Alexandrina Sebastiane, Corin Wickes, Ellen Joe, Von Lycaon

a/n: writing this at 2 am but unlike the reader, i dont have a ghost milf to be there when i wake up...

As the newest member of Victoria Housekeeping, it had been a bit of a shaky transition. Still in high school, you’ve had to juggle your studies, hobbies, and your part time job all at once, it was a lot to hold on to- not even mentioning any extracurriculars or social life you might have.

So, all in all, pretty stressful. Especially now, coming back from your break, it seemed like the teachers were all trying to one-up each other on how many pages of homework they’d give. It had all begun to affect your wellbeing, always trying your best to give it your all, hours of studying began to dig into your sleep time.

An hour or two into the night began to become going to sleep at 4 AM or even just not sleeping at all and staying up through energy drinks.

After a particularly hard week- where you hadn’t slept at all last night and barely slept the day before that, you finally broke.

Shadows under your eyes, sweaty arms, twitchy hands, legs that felt like lead, and a light pressure on your forehead. You had been put on shift to help clean up a house, the usual stuff, thankfully nothing with any underlying “help” required.

As you were sweeping dust off a windowsill, you began to feel the familiar wave of tiredness wash over you. Muscles felt exhausted, a yawn threatening to escape you. Deciding to sit on a nearby chair to rest a little, you began to be lulled into a deep slumber. Head bobbing, eyelids drooping down- a desperate but ultimately futile attempt at staying awake.

And then you conked out.

Slowly you woke up, blur in your eyes that you had to blink away a few times before your vision cleared. You were turned horizontally- actually you weren’t where you had accidentally fallen asleep in the first place!

Immediately you rushed to get up, “Oh shi-!” before a mature, warm voice softly hushed you, a gloved hand slowly drifted you back down and set your head down on something soft.

Looking up, you saw Ms. Sebastiane looking down on you, a soft smile on her face as she pet your hair. From the lighting of the room, it was clear some time had passed. Meaning that you’d fallen asleep on the job.

“I-I’m so sorry Miss!” You let out, mortified at having fallen asleep- especially with how often housekeeping wasn’t the only thing Victoria Housekeeping did. Something terrible could have happened- and while there were other members of the company here, you would have been a liability.

“It’s okay dear,” She started with her usual caring tone, “You’ve been pretty out of it recently, Ms. Ellen told us of how your shared academics might be affecting your quality of life.” Her hands brushed softly against your hair, a spell of sleep beginning to overtake you once more. “It’s not wrong to ask for some time off, your health matters most.”

“Go back to sleep, I shall awake you once it is time for us to head back.”

You relaxed, her lap being used as a pillow as she let you sleep until it was time to go back home.

Something soft underneath the side of your head, you were lying down now- different to how you slept. Oh! You fell asleep! Quickly rushing to get up with a few expletives, a timid voice called out to you, “Uhm! You don’t need to get up!”

Looking at the source of the voice, you realized that you had fallen asleep on the job, leaving your coworker, Corin, all by her lonesome. Or at least on this side of the premises.

“Ah, I’m so sorry Corin!” You quickly tried to fix the couch you had been moved to, arranging the pillows and patting the cushions to make it seem as if no one had been sleeping on it.

“N-no! It’s fine!” You turned to her, confused but hopeful that she wasn’t just saying that to calm you down. “Uhm, I heard about how school’s been pretty tough, Ellen- I mean no one told us how it might be affecting you. You can rest for now! I’ll uhm, wake you up when I need help!”

You were thankful for her, worried that she’d be angry that you basically ditched her for sleep. Of course she probably wouldn't be that angry- she never got mad at Ellen whenever she slept on the job, but it was still a thought in the back of your head. Nodding, you sat back onto the couch as the feeling of drowsiness began to take hold again.

“Sweet uhm, dreams!” Corin whispered, worried that it wasn’t the right thing to say or not in the right context.

Slowly waking, you were still vertically sleeping, however where you had fallen asleep had changed. Quickly you got up, looking around for an indication of the time or Ellen, your coworker- and classmate, who you were partnered with for this part of the premises. It didn’t seem like she was around, but that begged the question of who moved you…

“Oi,”, You nearly yelped as you quickly turned to the person you hadn’t noticed, “Don’t move so fast… you woke me up.”

It.. seemed Ellen had the same problem you did, it made sense, the both of you did share multiple classes.

“Uhm-” “If you’re worried about waking up before the client gets here, don’ worry, I’ll wake you up.” “Oh! Uh, thank you.” “Mm…”

She promptly fell right back to sleep, with you following shortly after.

Slowly your eyes blinked open. You felt as if you just had the best sleep of your life. A soft pillow under your head, a warm blanket covering you, a homey scent of a candle nearby. Oh my gods you fell asleep at work and were acting like you were at home- hell even better than home.

You began to scramble out of this makeshift bed before a gloved hand firmly set itself on your shoulder. Turning to the owner, your heart stopped as you came face to face with your boss.

Quickly tears began to form at the edge of your eyes, mortification at having fallen asleep on the job and waking up in front of your boss. A therian that prided themselves on keeping a professional atmosphere and providing top-notch service to their “Master”s.

“I- I’m so-”

“Shh.. it’s of no trouble.”

God, was he going to fire you after this?

“No, I will not. Please, I’ve been informed of your recent academics and how they might be affecting your work-life balance.” He interrupted any other thoughts you might have had, as if he were reading your mind. “While I prefer you not to fall asleep while we are keeping the home of our Masters, I won’t be upset for minor inconvenience.” His voice was warm, deep, with a voice that seemed to lull you back to sleep.

“Now rest, I will awake you once the Master is due to arrive.”

[yanderenightmare]

you didn't pay Toji his bounty, so now he's coming to collect, and BOY- when he sees YOU and how rich you live all expensive in your mansion and pretty clothes, you can take a wild guess how he's gonna have you pay

Toji Fushiguro

♡ TW: NSFW, noncon, derogatory nicknames, light bondage, spanking, implied breaking and entering

♡ fem reader

Rope eats into your flesh, keeping your legs shut, rendering you unable to do much of anything but hop about like a bunny if you were to try it. Looped tight around each plush thigh right in the crease of your buttcheek, squishing into the fat of your inner thighs to show your kitty in all its wet and swollen glory.

You whine while he pets the folds, simpering condescendingly at you, “Don’t cry, princess- I’m gonna fuck you soon, don’t you worry your pretty little tiara about that…”

You ball your fists as his fingers brutishly rub over your clit, biting your palms with your manicured nails where your wrists are bound together in a neat knot atop your back.

“Just gonna have some fun with you first...”

Toes curled in the plush powder-pink carpet below; you’re bent over the back of your white-leather sofa chair – hips pressed firmly against the spine for every hit his palm makes against your plump tush – branding one cheek before changing and repeating, making the perfect skin welt with his handprint. 

You yelp the first few times, but then you cry – not used to such cruelty, always having been kept all soft and safe – all previous boyfriends vanilla mommy’s boys, not like this beast.

Your knees grew weak beneath you, soon trembling. But he spared you no sympathy despite it – only cooing at you through a wicked grin, clearly mocking you while rubbing soothing circles into the sore flesh with greedy fingers digging into the dough.

You whine when the hand reaches between your thighs again, running over the wet and swollen folds before splitting them – sliding to your hole, then sending two fat digits right inside it. He stations the other hand on the small of your back to keep you still when he brutally starts pumping the tightness.

“Shit- so tight and wet from that-” He jeers, then slaps the soft mound. “You rich sluts are such freaks, ain’t ya-”

The sound of a belt unbuckling comes next, and then the heavy drop of his pants hits the carpet.

You shuffle, but you’re not going anywhere – and if you somehow could, you wouldn’t get very far.

“This is it, princess- the moment you’ve been waiting for,” He groans, lifting the fat of your ass cheek in one hand while pointing his round cockhead up to your twitchy coin-sized hole. 

Clicking his tongue at the pretty sight, he slid his length between your pussylips first – just to tease – fucking the little triangle between your thighs until he was properly bathed in your velvety slick.

You wiggle, but it doesn’t do you anything other than make him lick the teeth of his smile, nudging his tip into your taunt welcome.

Your fingers reach before curling into a pair of tremoring fists, shaking your head in dread at the intrusion, stomach twisting while whimpers escaped you – taking every thick inch of meat one slow second at a time. “Yea~” He laughs breathily, grinning at the sight of you grating your thighs. It was clear you weren’t used to the mass. “I bet that hurts- you’re tight like a fuckin’ virgin-”

He buries his hands in the cake of your ass for purchase, gripping it tight with a hiss while leaning over you – pushing himself as tight and deep as possible – feeling you throttle him while you whine at the stretch – bratty mouth stuffed with your own silk panties. 

You’re breathless once he bottoms out. No air and no sounds, just eyes squeezed tightly shut, seeing white spots – back tense and arched like a cat before dropping into a pretty slope, releasing a filthy wet mewl into your gag – standing on your tippy-toes with thighs shaking.

But the sting is nothing compared to when he starts thrusting – lolling his hips back slowly, letting you feel every ridge and vein drag along your walls, only to slam right back in – the force making the armchair you’re resting on jump forward. 

Kneading your ass, he uses the fat in his grip to pull you back on him – his hips slapping into you from behind – making you choke on it.

You should have fucking paid him – you think in regret once he starts the rhythm, quick and deep. Making you pant out like a dumb little bitch in heat, yelping every time it fucks just a little deeper, hitting someplace new and tender – discovering new places you never even knew existed before now, stimulating every little nerve begging for the attention.

He tangles a fist in your hair, lifting you up until your head rests on his shoulder – one sturdy hand balancing you by the hip whilst the other holds you up by the neck – making your tits strut forward, jumping as he continues to jut up into you.

“Just like that, ye? Fuckin’ stingy bitch-” He grunts in your ear. “Right inside that tight rich twat of yours.” 

He landed another slap to the sore flesh of your rear, making you tighten up even more – clenching so tight he had to sink his teeth into your shoulder to keep from nutting too soon. You smelled sweetly spicy – so expensive it made his eyes roll beneath his lids – spiking his movement even more, rutting against you.

You scream, the silky lace of your underwear gone completely wet in your mouth now, just a soggy ball you chewed between grit teeth – trying to will away the knot winding up so tight in your gut, needing release.

Your efforts bore no fruits – soon, something pulled you like a rubberband and snapped just the same, making you clench tight on the fatness stuffing you full, shaking as the feeling seized you.

“Fuck- look at yah- takin’ my cock like a proper little fuck-toy, hm? Cummin’ like a whore- not so prim and proper now, are yah?”

♡ FUSHIGURO TOJI masterlist ♡ JUJUTSU KAISEN masterlist

[discoscoob]

ִ ˙ ✩°˖🔥⋆｡˚ DEVIL IN BETWEEN THE SHEETS

CW: dubcon/noncon, monsterfucking, drug use… don’t judge me… 🫣

Your breath is lodged in your throat as you concentrate on keeping still while Kevin inhales the trail of white powder from between the valley of your breasts, right over your hammering heartbeat. Straddling your lower abdomen, his weight traps you against the mattress beneath you. You finally release a shuddering breath when he straightens up, throwing his head back.

“I believe it’s your turn now.” his husky purr is spoken through a wicked grin as he lowers his gaze, fixing his blown pupils upon you with unrestrained euphoria.

He rolls off your abdomen with a burst of energy through his bloodstream, eagerly preparing you a line on the bedside table. You move hesitantly as you follow him, never diverting your focus from his hyper movements.

“I’ve-” his lips are upon yours in a searing kiss, devouring your anxious words before they could be spoken. His hand engulfs your entire skull, securely cradling the back of your head to hold you in place.

“Trust me.” his warm breath fans across your lower lip as he rests his forehead against yours with an affectionate nuzzle. With the hand on the back of your skull, he nudges you towards the line he prepared.

The powder burns through your nostril on the journey to the back of your throat and you scrunch your face at the unfamiliar sensation. The sound of your sniffles echo through the dimly lit room as you rise, rubbing your fingers against the tip of your tingling nose.

Kevin’s overblown eyes glisten with approval as they vigilantly scan over your face, hunting for the tell-tale signs of the drug's effects to kick in.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he coaxes, his hands threading into your hair, his touch ignites thrills through your body, causing goosebumps to rise across your tingling skin. “Do you feel the rush, doll? The pleasure? The clarity? You’re unlocking parts of your mind you never knew existed.”

His voice surrounds you, deep and velvety, seeping into every part of your being and echoing through your mind. The vibrations from the music downstairs ripple through your chest with every beat of your racing pulse. You sink back against the silk covers, feeling them envelop you into their inviting comfort.

Kevin’s scorching hands are upon you, exploring every inch of your sensitive body, your overactive mind making you hyper aware of every grope, pinch and brush of his fingertip against your twitchy nerves.

Everything is heightened, amplified into a kaleidoscope of overwhelming sensations that penetrate and surround your body and sharpen your mind. Kevin’s grunts and growls sound like they belong to a wild beast as he thrust into you, building to a punishing pace in a primal haze to earn both your releases.

Your alert eyes snap open, immediately connecting with a glowing pair of blazing red irises and snarling pearly white fangs inches away from your flushed and sweat glistened face. Upon his head, two mighty raven black horns protrude from his skull with deadly sharp tips and the longer your inflated pupils stare the quicker the colour drains from your face until you’re covering your eyes with your hands like a frightened child.

It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real.

Kevin’s savage thrusts are unrelenting as his scorching grasp firmly surrounds your delicate wrists, prizing your hands away from your face and pinning them against the silk sheets above your head. Your eyelids remain locked shut tight, refusing to look at the beast upon you.

“Look at me.” he demands, his tone leaving no room for defiance.

Reluctantly you force your eyes to flutter open, meeting the jet black pools of his darkened glare without any hint of the fiery blaze that pierced straight through you only moments earlier. Above his glistening brow, you search for the mighty horns that grew from his skull, but they’re gone and so are the razor sharp canines.

“It’s just me.” he soothes you, attempting to hush his gruff voice as the overwhelming pleasure builds inside him. Your mind swirls with your approaching release, while images of the ghastly creature linger in the back of your mind.

It was just a hallucination, right?

[tired-biscuit]

cw: spanking, slight degradation, bratty reader. // 18+ mdni, fem!reader

thinking about meanie!bakugou slapping your ass so hard that the tights you wear - with nothing else underneath, of course - rip right where his hand strikes you.

it's what you get for being a brat and teasing him during the entirety of your date, when he was so kind to take you to the fancy restaurant you've been nagging him about visiting for weeks on end. after all, instead of eating and chatting about your day like a normal fucking person, you just had to make it difficult for him, didn't you? batting your eyelashes at him and giving him the googly eyes whilst rubbing his leg with the tips of your toes underneath the table, he was ready to lose his goddamn mind when you had reached over to whisper about not wearing any panties underneath your tights tonight.

so, speaking of the skimpy clothing article, it outright tears from the blunt force he uses now as punishment now. he watches how the fat of your booty jiggles for a long while after his strike hits home, and brings tears to form at your waterline because of the resulting sting. as messed up as it is, it's pure delight.

and he knows he's hit you hard; has even activated his quirk during it. the warmth that sizzles on his palm, seeping right into your skin is almost unbearable because of it. especially when he squeezes the now tender flesh, and makes you whine from the ache.

you can see him sneer at the sight of the single tear that slips from the corner of your eye as you turn to glower at him over your shoulder. his sharp features portray nothing but ego and twisted delight at the pout you bring forth, now. he's so handsome, despite the wicked glint in his eye. you blame it on the expensive suit he's got on.

"can't you be just a little bit nicer, ki?" you ask with a sigh, bottom lip jutting out as a means to be coy.

"nah," he replies, the word an unbothered drawl. he doesn't buy your shtick as he grins at you, the beam crooked but appealing. doesn't buy it at all. "not feelin' like it right now."

no, he's in the mood to be mean. has forced you into dropping onto all fours, with your knees digging into the mattress of your bed that he stands right beside of now. and you can deny it all you want, but your pussy is already turning sticky with growing arousal as you feel his intimidating presence fill the room; a damp patch forming on the thin fabric that serves as the only barrier keeping you from his greedy touch.

it's not like that's enough to stop him.

because when he spanks you again - landing a second slap right atop the same spot that still hurts so bad, making you squirm and push forward from all the force and the pain - you hear the sound of shredding fabric mix with the twisted snicker he lets out.

he hooks his fingers to the edge of the nearly-smoldering hole he's created in your tights and that exposes your skin now - that smooth, warm skin he's so very eager to touch - and tugs at it until cool air is brushing over your weeping cunt, making you shiver from the sudden chill to touch all the wetness.

he's breathing hard when his thumb grazes your clit; all slow and intentional. is trying to calm down the impatient flutter of a muscle that's ticking in his defined jaw. god, what a view - he could almost whistle at it. truthfully, he can barely wait to pound you into oblivion and watch himself spoil the sight.

the silence and anticipation that linger in the air make your toes curl as you readjust yourself for what seems to be like the hundredth time. he snorts at how twitchy you've become. the sound is annoyingly derisive, even if your jittery movements make his cock hard.

"what," you spit out in answer, brows furrowing and fingers clutching the bed sheet. you've got this, he doesn't scare you. not at all. "you gonna make fun of me for finding you hot, or something?"

"i'm just taking my time to look at you and how fuckin' drenched you are already," he says, ignoring your provocation in a mocking sort of tone that almost makes you feel ashamed for liking this entire thing as much as you do. he clicks his tongue against his teeth, observing your body language as he feels the need to add, "you dirty lil' slut."

rolling your eyes as dramatically as you're able despite that he can't see it, you huff, "eat me, you dyna-cunt."

the third spank he gives you rips the air right out of your lungs from how harsh and sudden it is. your breathing hitches as you let out what resembles a mixture of a moan and a sob, but before the sound can even finish leaving your lips, it turns muffled from the way his broad hand lands on the back of your neck and he uses the momentum to push your face into the mattress.

the heat of his quirk truly is intense, you can feel the sparks as they dangeorusly dance across your skin. they're not enough to burn you, per se, but are still threatening enough to keep you wary just as a precaution. it all makes your stomach tighten with lewd anticipation, even if you know he'd never cause you any real harm.

because as he still holds you firmly in place, making your ass push high into the air, bakugou's voice is a mere growl of agitation when he snarls,

"don't mind if i do, princess."

[a-sunset-outside-my-window]

fic recs of the month

This is just a collection of my fic recs for the month of march, have fun <3

The Lab

by @de-sire-blog (de_sire) on Ao3

“I don’t get it,” Sirius says truthfully. “Remus is such a nice person, why does everyone pretend like he’s some kind of wicked stepmother?”

James laughs joyfully and winks at Sirius. “Are we even talking about the same person?” He holds out his hand above his head. “Big guy, about this tall, curly hair? Temper like a sleeping dragon? Smart, but a bit full of himself? Can kill you with his eyes?”

Sirius raises his eyebrows and laughs as well. “No, I don’t think we are talking about the same person at all.”  

A love story about healing, new beginnings and growing up. Academia! Romance! Shared cigarettes, cute cats, lots of coffee and the most amorous business trip you have ever seen.

the hare and the hound

by @steelycunt (aeridi0nis) on Ao3

‘He’ll never have to do it again, Remus realises. He can just keep being good, if he just behaves, he’ll never have to do it again, never with the dark and the bleeding and the crying. He just can’t give them reason to be angry at him, and he won’t, he hasn’t. And his mum is right – the drink does make him feel a little better.’

or:

Remus is a terribly behaved five-year-old. He doesn’t really think so himself, but his parents lock him in the cellar every month, so he must be doing something to deserve it. Well, not anymore. He’s got a plan, see, sort of. He’ll never go downstairs again.

Dusk

by @theresthesnitch on Ao3

“That’s not fair.” Sirius was crying now, and Remus swiped his tears away with his thumb. “This isn’t fair. We haven’t had enough time. It’s not fair.” 

“I know, love.” Remus leaned in for a kiss, and wondered if it would be the last. “I have loved you for sixty-two years, and it’s nowhere near enough.” 

Or

Sirius loses his memories.

Lupine

by @wolfstarbuxks (BayleyWinchester) on Ao3

Lupine adjective lu·pine | \ ˈlü-ˌpīn \ Definition of lupine : WOLFISH

Teddy is Remus' everything in life. He'd do anything for his son - including going to the same zoo, twice a week for a year so that his son could see the wolves that he had fallen in love with.

And if that meant that Remus got to met a sexy zookeeper, who was he to complain?

CONSTANT VIGILANCE and COMMON SENSE

by darkbluedark on Ao3

In which Alastor not-yet-"Mad-Eye"-but-still-quite-Mad Moody does as Alastor "Just Mad" Moody does, and brings a sneakoscope to an Order meeting.

~The kind of fix-it that makes so much sense that the fact that it isn't canon should be considered a plot hole in itself~

A Brief History of Dragons

by @eyra on Ao3

It's lovely up here; all meadows dotted with wildflowers, wind-beaten tracks criss-crossing this way and that through the fields, weaving inland to the pinewoods. The sun's hot on his back as he passes ramshackle stone walls, long since crumbled to piles of ancient rubble and scree, and then the path winds downwards, still following the line of the coast until Sirius finds himself outside an old white cottage, tucked away behind the hill with a rose garden that faces out to the sea.

Sirius moves to Cornwall for the summer and meets a rude, beautiful boy who is writing a book that may or may not be about dragons.

The Phoenix Agency

by LupinsChocolatePraline on Ao3

Sirius Black is excited to start his first full-time job after Uni, but this life change doesn’t sit well with his boyfriend who is difficult to live with on a good day, abusive on all other days. Sirius is good at pretending that everything is alright, he can even convince himself, but sometimes he wishes things were different. The problem is – Fabian is all Sirius has. Or so they both think.

Remus Lupin is a senior copywriter at an advertising agency, currently single by choice, and very comfortable with his unchanging daily routine, his familiar colleagues and his company-issued ergonomic chair that’s been his for three years now. When his favourite graphic designer is replaced by a twitchy, fresh-out-of-university Sirius Black, his peaceful routine takes an unexpected hit.

[lucienarcheron]

Ok but after seeing the Bambi post my brain can only picture Elain drunkingly licking Lucien on the face 😂

But you know it's happened at least once. Drunk Elain is my favorite to picture (and write hehe). I can easily picture them at the end of a fun night and Elain's curled up in Lucien's lap, giggling like crazy about their day. Her mouth is going a million miles a minute and she's squishing Lucien's cheeks as she's talking because she's so excited about god knows what and he is so amused and in love, just letting her go off.

Until the conversation is suddenly about desserts and she's thinking about baking a cake tomorrow and —

Elain gasps suddenly and Lucien's brows go up, "What is it, dove?"

"I don't know if I have all the ingredients to make the frosting I like!"

His lips twitched and leans in to quickly peck her lips. "That's alright, I'll buy whatever you need tomorrow morning."

"But what flavor cake should I go for? I'm thinking chocolate but what about strawberry? Ohhh, what if I make red velvet!" She gasps again. "Lucien!"

"Elain."

"What if I make a Lucien flavored cake?" she asked with a coy smile that was more of a twitchy-drunk smile and Lucien tried so very hard not to laugh.

"And what flavor would I be, dare I ask?"

Her expression was mischievous and before Lucien could stop whatever drunk shenanigan she wanted to do, her tongue darted out and quickly licked his face.

Lucien barely made a noise of objection when Elain squished his face again and rested her forehead to his, staring intensely into his eyes. He blinked rapidly as she said in all seriousness, "Carrot?"

His expression flattened. "How dare you."

She burst into giggles at Lucien's outraged expression and Elain tried to make it up to him by peppering his face with kisses then licked his cheek once more, for good measure. "Cinnamon? Pumpkin Spice? Ohhh — how about caramel?"

"I think you need to stop, dove."

"Apple cranberry?"

"Elain."

"Maple?"

"Not the kind of sticky I usually go for."

She ignored him and gasped dramatically again, "Gingersnaps."

Lucien's lips twitched as he gave her a playfully reprimanding look. "It seems I need to remind you exactly what I taste like, my love."

Elain bit her lip, her cheeks already tinted pink from how hammered she was and she hiccuped. "Oh? And what do I need to bake to find your flavor?"

His smirk was roguish as he cupped his mate's face and kissed her lips slowly, reverently earning him a soft whine before Lucien pulled back and said, his voice filled with wicked promise, "No baking required. All you need is your pretty, pretty mouth."

[itsanerdlife]

Wicked Intentions 11

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

Characters: Peter Stark. Howie Stark. Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers. Clint Barton. TC (T’Challa). Ben Reilly. Cledus Kasady (CK). Brock Rumlow. Gwen Stacy. Wanda Maximoff. Becca Barnes. Amore Lorelei. Kitty Pryde. Frank Castle. George Barnes. Joe Rogers. Winni Barnes. Pepper Stark. Wade Wilson. Eddie Brock. Warner Strucker. Barney Barton. Bobbi Morse. Pietro Maximoff. Logan.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

They stopped to change quickly, stepping into The Ditch. A thrill in the air, the kind that spikes excitement in your blood, no matter if you’re watching or fighting. Spectators take notice of Y/N in the room, her name being a big one in the ring. Her name being on the cards, rakes in money unlike any other name.

“Welcome.” Barney grins coming up, slapping hands with Peter.

“Thanks for taking the short notice call.” Bucky trades props with him as well.

“Anything for a Stark.” Barney smirks. “You’re up next.” He tips his chin at Y/N.

“Better be something fun.” She points a finger at him as they pass.

Barney laughs, shaking his head. Clint rolls his eyes, grinning.

TC chuckles, pulling tape from her small bag, they kept on hand for fights. “Hands out.” She holds out her one hand to him.

Peter seems distracted by the crowd.

“You good?” He wonders.

Peter looks over suddenly, startled almost. “Me? Yeah. Worried about Howie and Gwen.” He shakes his head.

It’s the way Peter seems almost twitchy, that leaves Buck not fully believing him.

“What’s Howie going through?” He asks.

Peter licks his lips, looking torn.

“Look, Bucky.” He sighs. “Let’s sit down and talk it over tomorrow. I don’t want to keep things from you, but Smalls, cut him from the know tonight.” Peter explains softly between the two of them.

His eyes snap up looking from Peter to Y/N who is taunting Clint as TC tapes her other hand.

“Why would she do that to her brother?” He looks back to Peter.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said he’s going through something right now.”

“Like what?”

Sighing he glances around. “Tomorrow, I promise.”

Buck nods, agreeing. Barney announcing the winner in the ring, signaling Y/N up next, making the crowd go nuts.

He watches as the girl tries to wrap Y/N up. Y/N slams her elbow back into her ribs, before she smashes it back into the girl’s face. She stumbles back, nose gushing. Y/N slams into her throwing her to the floor of the ring, raining down hit after hit. TC’s ducking under the ropes, scooping her up, off the girl.

TC turns holding Y/N up off the ring floor, around the waist.

Announcing her the winner, still holding her up. The crowd going nuts, in all the screaming, shouting, celebrating, Bucky hears it.

“Oh fuck.” Come from Peter. Looking over finding him not far, shock on his face. His shoulders dropped, worry radiating off him.

“Pete?” He calls. Peter’s head snaps over, locking eyes with him.

“Fuck.” Peter swallows, Buck cuts his eyes around confused what Peter could be looking at. Nobody Bucky would know can be seen.

Y/N is climbing down, her girls giving her props. Peter is crowding her suddenly, whispering in her ear. Her head snaps up, shock and confusion on her face. The two of them look his way.

Now he’s moving for them both.

“Explain, now.” He glares at them. They look at one another. “No.” He steps closer to her. “Look at me baby girl, tell me now.” Brown eyes turn up at him.

“You’re going to be real pissed.” She swallows.

“Why?”

“Buck?” TC is suddenly joining them looking confused.

“What?” He snaps. TC scratches the back of his head.

“Someone threw down money for a fight.”

“She just fought.” His brow pulls in.

TC glances from her to him. “Nah, with you.”

“What?” Confusion in his voice.

“Fuck.” Both Stark’s whisper.

“Who?”

“Wade Wilson.” TC glances over. A light brown hair kept short and neat. He’s a decent size guy, not much different than TC. Only he’s glaring at Bucky.

���Who the fuck is this dickhead?” He scoffs.

Peter and Y/N seem to be arguing with a look.

“Y/N.” He lifts a brow at her. She presses her lips together, dragging her eyes to him.

“Ah, so,” she starts stopping, looking to her brother.

“He’s Small’s ex.” Peter blurts out. Y/N cringes.

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

“Repeat that again.”

“Oh hell.”

“We’re all going to die.”

Their group comments together.

Bucky blinks at her for a moment. “Forget to tell me a few things, huh?”

Her head tips to the side, nose crinkling.

“He wants to fight me?” He looks at TC. “Why?”

TC’s eyes fall to Y/N.

“Tell him I said I wouldn’t want to shame him again in another loss.” He spits. TC nods slowly, turning around. “You two and me need to talk.” He turns back to the Stark’s. Y/N is gnawing on the tape still on her hands, avoiding eye contact.

“Look,” Peter sucks in a breath “Wade was Y/N’s first boyfriend.” Steve starts taking off the tape on her hands. “Back when we weren’t sure if Small’s was going to be just a wife or not.” He cuts his eyes to Y/N who looks annoyed. “See the issue was, Wade wanted her only as a wife.”

“Ew.”

“Fuck that.”

Bobbi and Becca retort. Y/N high fives them with her untapped hand.

“Satan as a wife. Doesn’t sound right.” Clint shakes his head.

Peter nods. “It wasn’t really what she wanted. Wade figured since they have history, our father would pick him, over the others bidding.” Bucky smirks at Peter.

“Only, when Small’s and the girls came to Reform, she asked for a favor.” Peter smirks at his baby sister, she rolls her eyes, bringing them up to him.

“What favor baby girl?” He chuckles softly.

“The Saintz details.” Her tone cocky.

“Details?” Steve grins.

“Addresses, numbers.” Peter nods.

Bucky grins, thinking it over. “So the night at the party,”

“After you followed me to Reform.” She cuts in. He grins, shrugging.

“told you, you were hearing things doll. You said you already had my number. You had your brothers get it for you?”

“Needed that upper hand on you boys.” She shrugs.

Clint and Steve laugh.

“You know we were only at that party, because of you, right?” Steve grins at her. Her mouth pops open slightly.

“After her favor, Howie and I called our dad, telling him to hold off on accepting any bids on Small’s. We wanted to see how this played out for the two of you. She’s never mentioned a guy to us, not even Wade. He introduced himself to us.” Peter shrugs.

“Fuck your ex. I’m not fighting him. I’ll kill him and we don’t need that issue right now.” Bucky points a finger at her.

“Heard Boss man.” She smirks at him.

“Think it’s best we maybe not stick around.” TC joins them again, shaking his head.

Bucky grabs her hand, heading for the exit, they only get so far before Wade is coming towards them.

“You’re not even going to say hello? I know your mother raised you better.” He grins at her. He’s a good looking guy. Nothing special, but Bucky hated him no matter what, he had Y/N.

“Hi.” She nods.

“Long time no see, you going to hug me?” He goes to reach for her.

Like someone flipped a switch. His fist follows through.

------- Everything Peaches 9/21/2024 @mo320 @ml7010 @kmc1989 @babizza @coley0823 @destiel-artemis @royal-sunflower @camelliasblossom @shinycupcakebaker @purpleeclipseeggsland @daughterofthenight117 @hisredheadedgoddess28

Bucky 'Fuck Me Up' Barnes: @jbbarnesgirl @kaylaphantomhive

Series tags: @sebastians-love @otterlycanadian

[missamyrisa2]

Drawing down the giggles~

the way my gentle sensual smile will grow ever increasinglyyyyy wicked as my nail starts at your lips, tracing back and forth lovingly before dipping downnnn to glide along your neck ~ pausing to playfully stroke up and down that cute spot at the bottom before going further ~ oooh I couldddd play with those royal chest buttons butttt I think I'll let them percolate as I draw down further, leaving you wannnntting up there when I get to that cuuuute tummy button and dance through the twitchies with little stroky touchessss~ and you knowww we're going further mmmhm~ my smile is now a full on grinning sneer as my nail traces downward ~ you could bat it awayyyy you could twisttt or buck ~ it's just a single nail after allll ~ a single loving ticklyyy teasyyyy nail going for your royal buttton button~ but you won't nooooo~ you wannnnt itttt and I knowwww, I knowww so much how you dooo~ but I'm still gonna tsk tsk tsk youuu as you get so naughty for meeee~ shaking my head in admonishment as I begin tickling that most regal spotttt, the liiiightest gentle ticklyyyy wiggle of my nail riiiight theree riight on that button~ there's sooo many tickles I can give youuu so many giggles I can draw ~

but riight nowww~ I onlyyyy want those most honey-sweet of gigglemoans, coaxed out with onlyyy the gentlest feather-light tickle touches~~<3

[therealkbaji]

THE GUESTBOOK

— For my friends only. Ah, I tend to forget peoples numbers a lot so…if I did forget yours, let me know.

(dri here: this is for other charanon blogs! think of it like a little contact list <3 if you wanna be on it just shoot us an ask!)

RINDOU H. ( @thebetterhaitani ) — “That’s a big bitch. I have to eat my wheaties before I try and fight that man.”

TAKASHI M. ( @saintsuya ) - "Beautiful guy. Pretty sure he could drink me under a table. Wicked good at beer pong."

HAJIME U. ( @twumemiya ) - "Any man that hauls around ten pound bags of soil and rice for fun is not a man I want to piss off. He's my karaoke partner when Fuyu's too drunk to stand."

REN K. ( @rkaji ) - "He bites. Learned that the hard way. But his music taste? Outmatched. 10/10 would let him bite me again. Might even bite back. We'll have a bite-off."

MITSUKI K. ( @kiryucutie ) - "Pretty boy who can scrap. Don't know if I want to fight him or fuck him....Don't read too deeply into that."

SEISHU I. ( @seishuinc ) - “Long time friend of mine. What’s that? If he was always like that? Well, I could say no, but…truthfully? I think he’s always had it in him. Just took a while for it to show. Not like he doesn’t have a reason for it, guy’s gorgeous. Cant pull more than I can at a bar though so, can’t say I’m threatened by him 😌.”

CHIKA T. ( @holychika ) - “The reason why I believe in having the right to bear arms. If he comes at me too fast in the night I might punch him or something. He’s not too bad though…sometimes, at least.”

HARUKA S. ( @sakurasunshine ) - “On sight whenever I see him. Really fun to scrap with. Guy doesn’t fight nearly as dirty as me though 😁 Has yet to beat me 💪🏼”

AKIHIKO N. ( @n-akihiko ) - “Oh Nirei! Yeah, I know him. Hangs around Dri a lot. He’s nice! Pretty skittish usually, but once or twice I saw this look in his eye…I think there might be more to him. He’s too smart to be a one trick pony.”

YAMATO E. ( @endoffcl ) - “Ah, Endo. I trust that guy about as far as I can throw him, and I can never get my hands on him to throw him. Don’t believe anything he says. Suuuuuper good partner in beer pong. Haven’t lost a game with him yet!”

HAYATO S. ( @hsuos ) - “Knows just how to get on my last nerve. Do you know how insane this guy is in chess? It’s nuts! We need a rematch soon. I’ll beat him one day, I just know it!”

JO T. ( @fromtogame ) - "I wish he would talk faster. I really wish this idiot would talk faster. Feels like I dropped acid three times whenever he's around. 10/10 good company."

KANON B. ( @kanonb ) - "Who invited this freak?"

TOMA H. ( @renegadetoma ) - "Reminds me of my good friend. You know Draken? Yeah, that guy. They're similar. I think Ken lucked out with not having the gut issues this guy has though. He could do well drinking some Kombucha. Maybe I should get him some."

KYOTARO S. ( @sugiiis ) - "Hehe...Wanna see me piss him off? Heh, watch this. Umemiya."

SHUJI H. ( @twshujihanma ) - "Oh boy. Good luck, alright?"

HAJIME K. ( @kkhajime ) - "What's that one Abba song again? MONEY MONEY MONEY! AIN'T IT FUNNY! IN A RICH MAN'S WORLD!! Yeah that one! They wrote that about Koko, no doubt. I wanna be like him when I grow up.

RAN H. ( @kinghaitani ) - "You've seen his brother, the Big Bitch, now get ready for the Bigger Bitch. He's only bigger because he's older btw. Super funny guy! We have threesomes together sometimes. Cool dude!"

CHILDE ( @monokerous ) - "I cannot pronounce his first name. You could offer to pay me and I still could not tell you how the hell to pronounce it. I call him Childe. He's dope - reminds me of this one guy I met while in Vegas once. What's his name again...Atsumu? Nah nah not him...Aventurine! Yeah, that's the one. Insane guys. Gets a little twitchy at night."

HAKKAI S. ( @hotguyshiba ) - "Oh Hakkai! Pretty guy, always loved his hair. I think I'd have competition if he decided to grow it out like I do. He's cute. Blushes real easy too."

Ah, think I hit my limit. You wanna know who else is around? Check Fuyu, I think he's got the rest of us.

[powderblueblood]

eddie, ronnie and lacy go to a party and jason, carol and team have something to say about it. lacy will of course stand up for them and eddie is gunna be like ‘yeah she digs me’

god (and i mean this literally) but of course it’d be the christian pipsqueak.

so sayyy it’s a post steve and nancy breakup harrington rager and they’re in that weird nebulous stage where they’re like, ‘we can be friends, right?’ and nancy, naive is like, sure! and steve, desperate is like, totally!

so naturally nancy guilts lacy and ronnie along for moral support. and naturally still, lacy and ronnie go next to nowhere without eddie attached plus it’s a business opportunity for him.

lacy’s nervous, like white light white hot nervous, so she makes this whole to do about getting ready at ronnie’s trailer… not least of all because this is kind of her and eddie’s first major outing as a couple. as much as she doesn’t need to make a statement, she needs to make a statement.

and the statement is, ‘i love this man!’

she helps ronnie pick out a sufficiently gay little outfit, because you never know, and lacy herself emerges in a hot little something something that’s tight and glam and nipped in the right places.

(“i bet a lot of people are expecting you to show up in chains and fishnets.”

“well, a lot of people expect girls to trade out their entire personalities to match the person they’re… and that’s not me! so.”)

anyway, cue eddie groaning into a throw pillow soon as lacy steps foot outside of ronnie’s room. that’s the kind of reaction we’re looking for. a little commotion for the dress.

touching down at harrington’s compound, two different kinds of nerves hit. lacy’s, seeing as how she hasn’t been here since carol clocked her one and eddie’s, who grabs lacy’s wrist before they go in and looks at her wide-eyed and honest to god says, “do i look okay?”

“do you look okay?”

“yeah. just… yeah. i don’t know.”

“when have you ever worried about wh—“

“lace.”

so she looks at him. really looks at him in his tone-perfect cartoon character uniform getup, no different than always. then, oh. her heart ka-chunks. oh.

her fingers web tight with his and her head shake-shakes, but there’s a wicked grin on those snakebite scarlet lips.

“hey. munson up for me, wouldja?”

inside, your average outlet mall-styled bacchanal. jello shooters galore (you wonder if steve makes them himself). leading the charge, you maneuver toward the kitchen—and funnily enough, find that ronnie knows more people here than you thought.

“what? band’s crazy good for networking.”

but before any peace settles over the land and you can make you and eddie a triple whiskey something, a caw slices through the room.

“sorry—freak brigade doesn’t have jurisdiction here.”

jason carver. jasonnnn carverrrr, aryan nation incarnate with a real spotty saviour complex to boot.

eddie, over your shoulder, is twitchy. “told you this was a shitty ideaaaa…”

because, of course, eddie is used to lingering on the outskirts of parties like these for a quick escape, lest the very nature of his presence summon a beat down.

but fuck that, lacy thinks. they have just as much a right to be here as anybody else. more, even—nancy asked.

“carver, don’t you have some freshmen to proselytise to? i see the whole glory for god bit isn’t keeping you from scamming on your girlfriend.”

for her sake, you hope chrissy’s kept her curfew.

“you got a problem, slut?” like, is that his only line?

lacy nudges ronnie on the shoulder, pointing a painted finger at carver. “see? takes one to know one.”

“what did you say—“

he lurches toward them, barely restrained by patrick and carol. lacy throws her palm up—her free hand, because her other is locked tight in eddie’s. not letting go. putting herself between the them and the him.

“ah, ah, ah. who do you think you’re going for here—him?”

carver’s eyes flick to eddie, who hasn’t even said anything yet, he’s so goddamn tense. lacy pouts, shaking her head.

“please. you gotta get through me first, bible banger,” her voice drops, just so a snarling jason can hear. “and between you and me? i’ve learned some things.”

“i bet you have,” he spits, shuffling around a couple come on, dudes and they’re not worth it.

“better listen to your buddies, jase. go play ball!”

snarling, faltering, retreating. lacy catches an extra dirty look from carol as they move out to the patio, which she receives with a wink. woo! powerful!

ronnie hooks an arm around her neck, presses a kiss to her temple. “gee whizz, lacy, my hero! i would’ve liked to see you kick the shit out of him in those boots, though.”

and eddie, well. eddie’s no longer got that shelter dog look. eddie’s looking at her like she’s god.

“you,” he grabs her other hand, “you,” he hoists them into a waltzing position, “you…”

flush against eddie’s front, well. lacy can feel how appreciative he is.

“enough about me,” she purrs.

“bathroom?”

“please. master bedroom. they’ve got a water mattress.”

[bobfloydsbabe]

Okay, so a ✨thot✨ about our lovely eccentric professor!Bob

Now, go easy on me, I've never actually shared thots before lol.

What if, it's been a long stressful day, and Bob has to stay late for some sort of online meeting/seminar/thing and he has to present. Our lovely TA obviously knows he's stressed about it, because he's been I don't know, extra gruff etc. So she decides he needs some stress relief/payback for being bitchy to her. He has one of the giant old wooden desks... she's doing some "last minute tiding" on his desk and oops! There goes a pen or some paper! So she bends down to pick it up and it barely registers for him when she doesn't immediately pop back up. Next thing he knows, there's a presence settling between his legs, gentle fingers skimming up his inner thighs. Belt buckle comes undone , fly inches down and the next thing he knows he's desperately trying to maintain his composure to keep talking normally as she swallows him down.

...

Anon, bestie, are you sure you've never shared a thot before because hot damn 🥵

He's been short and snappy with you all day, and you know he's stressed about the seminar, but it doesn't make it sting any less. However, you need him to lighten up so he can actually give this talk to a bunch of old scholars across the world. The laptop he doesn't fully trust is all set up, he's got his perfectly steamed tea on a coaster next to him, and he's so focused on getting ready that you entering his office barely registers. He doesn't notice you moving one of his pencils an inch to the left, and that's how you know he won't notice you crawl under his desk. He doesn't notice until you're touching his inner thigh and he jumps, banging his knees against the bottom of the desk. The seminar starts, though, and he can't very well tell you to stop, so he doesn't. Concentrating becomes increasingly difficult as you bob your head on his cock, stroking the parts you can't reach with your mouth, and watching tears form in his eyes as he tries to hold back makes you even wetter. The old scholars know he's a little eccentric, so they don't think anything of it when he jerks around and seems twitchy in his seat. He's fighting back moans and you just keep going and going and going... until he closes the lid of his laptop and gives in to your delectable and wicked mouth, eventually cumming down your throat.

Anon, I'm screaming without the s 🫠

[descendantofthesparrow]

Pray it away(i swear, ill never be a saint, no way)- Jeff the Killer x reader - P1

The last of us! inspired fic-based off the infection in the last of us/using that infection cuz i can/its the only one i understand like-at all.

Warning; blood, zombies*, cursing, guns, violence, death.

(y/n) and Jeff are both 17 at the start of the infection. both 27 after the time skip, though i do try to not mention ages so you can place (y/n) at any age, Jeff is 27 tho.

=

May 13th, 2014. The day the world went to hell.

The day started off normal-you were getting ready for school, making a quick breakfast for you and your siblings as your dad nearly slept through his alarm. You heard your brother slam on his door twice, waking your old man up. “Alarm!” Colin yelled out, chuckling as your dad just let out a loud confused groan.

He quickly jogged down the stairs, stealing your glass of orange juice as he squeeze past you to take his egg burrito. “hey!” you yelped, reaching around and attempting to steal it back, huffing as he just gulped it down. “Jerk, I was drinking that.” He burped, setting the glass in the dishwasher and grabbing one of your chocolate milks, opening it and setting it beside you. “Thanks,” you muttered, he was an asshole-but hey at least he wasn’t a total butthead.

Colin just nodded, downing his burrito and shoving a rice crispy treat in his mouth. “Gotta get to work-see ya (y/n)! don’t drink my soda!” you waved him off and he was out the door, quickly heading to the bus stop that would take him to work.

“wakey wakey eggs and bakey!” you yelled out as your oldest brother, Justin, came slumping out of his room, sniffing as he took his plate of eggs and bacon from you. “No waffles?” he asked with a tired grin, and you shook your head, starting to make your batch of eggs. “no, dad used the last of it on Sunday, and we’re not going grocery shopping till Saturday.” Justin nodded with a hum, sitting down at the breakfast table and pouring syrup on his eggs.

You took your dad's egg sandwich out of the maker and set it aside, starting up his coffee as he came down the stairs, fixing his button-up. “Thanks sweetie,” he muttered, kissing the top of your head as he took his sandwich and finished making his coffee, nodding as you mentioned he would need more English muffins as you broke into the ones from the freezer. “okay, Justin eat up, im taking you to work-(y/n) drive safe, okay?”

You nodded, sliding your eggs onto a plate and buttering your toast, tossing the empty bag of bread into the trash-you had narrowly missed the expiration date so you were happy to have finished it off. “yeah, have a good day!” you called out, locking up as they left and rinsed off all the dishes, collecting your backpack and heading outside to your car-it was a 2001 Oldsmobile-the paint old and the ceiling crumbling; but it got you to school and around town-so you couldn’t complain.

“Hey (y/n)!” you turned, seeing Leon-your neighbor and friend-waving out to you as he started to head out to his school. “you wanna play some Mario kart after school? My place?” you nodded, giving him a thumbs up; laughing as he fist pumped. “wicked-see ya!” and with that-you were off.

-

School was normal, droning teachers, nosey teenagers, stupidly funny friends, lunch from home; the only thing that concerned you-when you looked back on it-was how your history teacher kept looking at his phone. Looking paler and paler each time he glanced at the screen.

You noticed Jessica was more twitchy than usual, and Kevin-the kid who never got sick-was coughing, a small rash crawling up his neck. He went camping a lot with this dad-so you thought maybe he got into a patch of poison ivy.

When you got out, you heard the roar of jets above you; seeing fighter jets soaring across the sky. You frowned, wondering if there was some sort of show going on, but your brother definitely would’ve tried to have gotten the day off if there was one. You licked your lips, feeling a pit in your gut-telling you something was wrong. You brushed it off, heading towards your car and back to your neighborhood, pulling your car into your driveway and heading over to Leons.

“Hey, Leon’s mom!” you called out as you entered the house-taking off your shoes and resting your bag in the cubby in the hall. She gave you a small smile and bow of her head, turning and going back to what she was doing. You walked into Leon’s room, smacking him harshly on the back as you came up behind him. “(y/n)!” he coughed out, smacking his chest to free his lungs of sudden water, “Dude I was drinking!”

You just laughed, sitting on his bed and grabbing the controller he had set out, leaning back as he turned on the Wii and sat on the floor in front of you. “Notice anything weird at school today?” you asked quietly after a few matches of Mario kart. Leon paused the race and looked up at you, his brows furrowed. “no…why?” he turned, resting his elbows on his knees.

You swallowed, looking down at the controller; fiddling with the buttons. “I dunno…just-I’ve got a bad feeling….it’s probably nothing” you chuckled, gesturing for Leon to resume the game. He slowly nodded and turned back to the tv, resuming the race. To which you won-again~.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, bye!” you yelled to Leon as you left the house, bidding his mother goodbye as well, closing the door behind you and heading back to your house. You looked up at the clock, seeing Justin and dad would be home soon-Colin wasn’t due for another hour or so. You got busy doing homework and some chores, taking a glance at your dads dinner calendar for the week to see what was for dinner that night.

“Lasagna, cool” you muttered, knowing it would take a while to make and everyone would be home and hungry by the time it was ready. You grabbed the box from the freezer and started up the oven, cleaning up your snack dishes and getting on Justin’s ps4 till he got home, messing around in your completed save file of infamous ss.

When 6 rolled around, you got worried-your dad was either home by now-or at had least called to tell you he was on his way home. And Colin hadn’t asked you to come pick him up yet, nor had he texted you he had gotten a ride. That pit in your gut got stronger, your leg started to bounce as you tried to distract yourself with the game.

7 came around. No calls. Something was wrong. The Lasagna had long been done-slowly growing cold in the oven that you had turned off nearly a half hour ago. You licked the inside of your lip, switching from the ps4 to the cable, drawing your legs up as you switched to the news channel.

‘no word from the police about a rise of violent incidents across the city, some speculate it could be a new street drug-more at 9 after we return from break.’

You jumped as your phone went off, and you quickly picked it up, swallowing as Colin’s voice came through the receiver. “(y/n)! are you home?!" you nodded, then realized he couldn’t see that and told him you were. “Good, go into my room-get my gun-“ you froze, what? get his gun?

“Colin what the fuck?” you nearly screeched, gasping as something exploded outside. “What the fuck!?” Colin called your name and told you to lock everything up and get his gun. “Stay inside! Somethings wrong, like-zombie wrong.”

Oh god you felt sick, what the hell was happening?! “(y/n)! make sure everything is locked and get my gun! Now! We’re locked down over here, dad and Justin haven't responded to me at all. Stay safe-don’t get bit.” you dropped your phone as he hung up, stumbling towards his room and grabbing his pistol from his bottom drawer, tears in your eyes as you quickly went around the house-locking all the windows and double-checking the doors.

“What the fuck what the fuck” you whispered repeatedly to yourself, terror piercing your core as jets flew overhead-shaking the house as you heard screams echo from outside. You jumped at the sound of something slamming against your front door, and then it started…whimpering?

You knew that whimper-Krusher! You carefully unlocked the front door, letting the year-old rottweiler-shepherd in, quickly looking around for anyone before closing and locking the door. “hey bud, are you okay?” you asked gently, getting to his level and letting him press into your side,  the young pup shaking and crying-though his protective instincts didn’t leave your back un-guarded. “what's going on buddy?” you asked quietly, flinching as your phone and the tv sounded with a loud alarm. You quickly went back into the den-swallowing harshly as you looked at the message on the tv.

‘nationwide emergency-do not leave your homes. Stay inside. Do not let anyone in. Law enforcement and emergency services are in the area-and will be in contact with further instructions. Repeat; nationwide emergency-‘

“Oh my god,” you whispered, feeling your hands shake as you carefully held Colin’s gun, you double checked to make sure the safety was on and picked up your phone, desperately calling your mom, dad, and brother-none of them answered. “oh-oh please, oh please oh please,” you sobbed, feeling tears trail down your cheeks as Krusher stayed close to you, the hairs on his back raised.

You nearly screamed as your phone rang, seeing it was Cindy-Krushers owner. You quickly picked it up, eyes on the mud-room door that led out to the driveway. “Cindy? What’s going on?” you cried out quietly, crouching down as something echoed from outside-sounding like a gunshot. “I dunno kid-are you home? Is Krusher with you? He jumped the fence and ran off.”

You told her he was, setting the gun down and rubbing his side, his eyes glued to the mud-room door, growling. “He’s-he’s on edge though” you whispered, slowly standing and grabbing the gun again, seeing Cindy walking up your driveway, only living two doors down. “What the hell is happening?”

“Doomsday kid, everything is going to shit-before the alert went off, news was going off about people starting riots, physical attacks with biting n’ all. Zombies it sounds like” you sobbed, getting up to meet Cindy as she stepped up to your front door, knocking on the mud-room door to let her know you were there.

She hung up and quickly jogged over, stepping inside and locking the door behind her, Krusher leaping up to practically hug her as she set her rifle down and rubbed his head. “any word from your dad?” she asked, quickly checking through the house and turning off all the lights, drawing curtains and raiding your dad's supply closet.

You shook your head. “no, nothing from him, or mom, or Justin. Colins the one who called me first-told me to get his gun and stay inside.” Cindy nodded, tossing your dads rain jacket at you, and pointing down the hall towards your room after she finished raiding the main hall closet. “go get dressed, pants, closed-toed shoes, good t-shirt, pack what you can in a good backpack, we have to get out of here.” you stood still for a long moment, flinching as she yelled at you. “go! (y/n)!”

You quickly did as told, Krusher following you into your room. you quickly texted your parents and your brothers that Cindy was packing you up and leaving with you, that you would be safe, and hoped they would be too.

Colin was the only one to text you back. “okay, leave a house key somewhere I’ll be able to find it-don’t pick the place empty. Stay safe, I love you (y/n).” you froze at the end of his message, he had never said that before….fuck this was serious. You quickly texted him back, telling him you loved him too, texting the same to your parents and Justin before shrugging your backpack onto your back and following Cindy outside, leaving the house key in the hanging plant in front of the kitchen window.

Pam, Cindy’s partner, was loading stuff into their truck and a large motor home connected to it, making eye contact with you for a moment and nodding, seeing Krusher at your heels. Cindy went to check on Pam and you slowly followed, eyes on your neighbor's house. They were an old couple, very sweet, and had practically been grandparents, you wondered if they were okay.

Krusher suddenly started growling, and you felt him push against your legs-moving you towards Cindy and Pam. “Krusher?” you asked quietly, turning the safety off on the gun and looking around-seeing nothing Krusher would be guarding you from. “what do you see?”

The hairs on your neck raised and you whirled around-eyes widening as you saw Leon, his eyes hollow and white veins crawling up his face, a bloody bite mark on his upper neck. “Leon?” you whispered, your hands shaking as he groaned and huffed, his head snapping around at the smallest sounds.

Then he saw you, and he started to hobble towards you, snarling growls erupting from his chest. Krusher started to bark, warning him to back off, pushing you back towards Cindy and Pam. “Leon, stop-don’t make me do this-please!” you cried out, lifting the gun and pointing it at your childhood friend, he just broke out in a sprint.

“I’m so sorry!” you sobbed, pulling the trigger and Leon dropped to the ground, his blood beginning to pool in your front yard. “im so sorry,” you whispered out, turning and running to the car as Cindy yelled out for you, ducking as a transformer exploded from the other side of the street. You ducked into the car, panting as you slammed it closed-Pam drove off as people began to flood the streets-all screaming, some covered in blood.

“What the hell happened?” you whispered, curling into your seat as Krusher curled up in your lap, his head on your shoulder as you held him tightly, tears burning your throat. What had happened to your dad? Justin? Mom? Why weren’t they answering their phones?

“Take the surface streets-freeways going to be blocked off by the time we get there, we need to get to somewhere less populated.” Cindy told Pam, turning back to look at you. “buckle up kid, this is going to be a long ride.” you nodded, curling up in your seat and taking off your backpack-stashing away Colin’s gun and holding Krusher close.

-10 years later-

You walked through the abandoned streets of some Georgia city, a rifle in your hands with a heavy pack on your back, Krusher’s son trotting by your side, panting as you made your way around abandoned cars, downed power lines, collapsed building walls, and long-dead infected. Your eyes were trained on the convenience store at the end of the street-its windows unbroken and lights flickering.

“Think there be anything good Cerbs?” you asked your loyal pup, who just huffed, glancing up at you while you spoke. He hadn’t reacted to anything just yet-so you guessed the surrounding area was clear…for now. You never stayed in one place for long anyways. “c’mon, let’s check it out.”

You jumped over a fallen gas station support beam and pulled at the door, nodding to yourself as both doors were locked. “that’s a good sign” you muttered, taking a walk around the back and pulling at the staff only door-that was locked as well. Maybe you would have some luck for once. You went back to the main doors and broke the glass with your rifle, turning on the flashlight clipped to the top and scanning the room as you stepped inside.  “Sniff it out” you whispered down to Cerberus, who immediately went to work, going all the way to the back room and not giving any signs of danger till he hit the door to the basement-which was covered in debris. “Don’t think I’ll be going down there, but thanks bud” you muttered as you scratched his ear, looking around the store.

It wasn’t fully stocked-and most of it had been picked out-but there were things of value left-like some beef jerky that was still within its expiration date. “Score~!” you sang, snagging the bag and taking your bag off to put it inside, leaving it on the floor as you explore the store, finding some dehydrated marshmallows (like the kind in lucky charms), mini cereal cups, a half pack of pads, pretzels, more jerky, and two bags of cookies. The last of which you tossed out since they were waaaaay outta date.

 “oh hell yeah” you muttered as you found a bag of dog treats, ripping it open and tossing one to Cerb, grinning as he happily snatched it out of the air. “good boy,” you got busy packing it away, grinning as you spotted a few rolls of toilet paper that had rolled under one of the racks. “fuck yes.” You snatched them up and packed them away, furrowing your brows as Cerb’s hackles raised and he started to growl at something behind you. You slowly grabbed your bowie knife from your belt, not daring to glance over your shoulder as you saw a shadow begin to stalk up behind you.

But it was too quiet to be an infected, not a clicker either-it was walking too smoothly, no groaning, their breathing almost non-existent. You quickly stood and spun around-screaming at what you saw-it was a dude; tall and pale with a long healed carved smile across his face, his eyes wide and maniac.

You punched him in the face.

He hit the floor, completely crumbling on himself, a small wheezing hiss escaping him before he went limp.

“Whaaaat the fuck,” you muttered, crouching down and pushing the dude's hood out of his face, seeing long raven hair that almost looked brown-his eyes nearly shut and bright blue. Your thumb scratched against his upper cheek, it was both deceptively smooth and rough like leather.

Looked to be around your age too, wearing a filthy white hoodie and a dark denim jacket over it. You slowly looked up as something growled, loud-and big. It was a husky. A big fuck off husky-it’s fur blood red and black, his eyes almost glowing. You swallowed, raising your hands and standing, grabbing your bag and sliding it on, “I’m not gonna kill him, just didn’t expect him.” You whispered to the husky, who just showed his teeth, Cerberus at your side; doing the same.

They were both telling each other/you; leave my human alone, or I will kill you.

You stepped away from the knocked-out dude, and the husky began to relax, stepping closer to his human and soon standing over him as you stepped away, making your way around the aisles and going out the door, not looking back as the husky stared after you and Cerb-sneezing as he looked back down at his human, nosing him in the neck.

The dude woke up with a jerk, pushing away the huskies nose with a groan. “Smile-get-off” He snapped, sitting up and rubbing his face, feeling heat beginning to build up in his eye. “Bitch punched me in the face!”

-end of p1-

....lowkey proud of this-dunno where exactly its gonna go-i have ideas. i never plan shit out-i just write. CHAOS!!!!

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Squad #4 CloneShipping Big Bang Sneak Peek

Excited to get to share another collaboration for the CSBB! This time with the lovely @flowerparrish and @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

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Title: No One Mourns the Wicked Author: @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan Read By: @flowerparrish Cover Art By: @flowerparrish Art By: @anstarwar Rating: E, 18+ Pairings: Dogma x Tup Tags: Songfic, Clone Trooper Reconditioning, Tup/Dogma, Clone Trooper OCs, Coruscant Sucks for Corries, CC-1010, Marshall Commander Fox, Reconditioned!Tup, Fox Kills Chancellor Palpatine, Major Character Death (it’s Palpatine), Behavioral Control Chips, CloneShipping Big Bang, Tup/Dogma Summary: Tup has been reconditioned before- he had once been a Corrie Medic named Trill. Regardless of who he was and who is now, he has a deep, fierce loyalty to his vod’e and the Republic. He falls in love with fellow Trooper Dogma- then… Umbara happened and Dogma went away. He meets a Corrie named Specter and feels starts to flourish as the war ends.

Preview below the cut:

So that no one would know what happened, and to adulterate the scene so that it was shown that it was Separatists that had killed the Senator and the... the Corrie vod'e. The Shiny almost felt sick to his stomach, that he had, unknowingly, killed fellow vod'e.

The soft shells had no chance against highly skilled and deadly commandos- and this showed it to him quite clearly. The shiny hunches his shoulders a little and follows after the slicer-engineer and helps them with cleaning up after the mission.

They leave the bodies of the Senator and the vod'e where they lay and then head back to their ship. Their Sargent, then contact Marshall Commander Fox and informing him that his squad will be arriving to take the Senator Thri'kresh to a safer location in two day’s time- their ship is still a couple days out from docking with Coruscant.

The Shiny Commando marvels, while trying not to cry or vomit or scream, about how well his ori'vod and Sargent can lie to the other vod. The Demolitions expert- the most chatty of the three ori'vod'e in Theta Squad tugs him in for a hug.

They watch him- likely monitoring him so he won't do something stupid. The guilt eats at him, the numb, shocking horror of it. Not that he would say a word of this to anyone. Opsec- for one thing, and another... no one wanted to be a vod-killer.. and he is one.

The Corries are scrambling- three squads of Corries- which had been sent to protect Senator Thri'kresh- who had been in a Senatorial hiding house in one of the safer lower levels were all found dead- as well as the Senator.

Trill is one of the medics checking over the dead- and the slicers are going for the coms and hteammatesfootage- which is a bit grainy and shows that Separatist Commando Droids had slain all of their vod'e and the Senator.

Kark. The Chancellor and the Senate are going to be displeased with their failure to protect the Senator, admittedly Senator Thri'kresh wasn't popular for their Outspoken views on wanting a more peaceful resolution and for vod'e protections.

Theta squad comes waltzing over a criticizing them for their failure to protect the Senator and their complaints about how they didn't have a mission anymore and this better not go on their records as a failure- when it was due to the Corries that their mission charge is dead.

At least- that was the Demo expert and the Combat engineer complaining, one of them was silent- if a bit twitchy, while the Sargent was just watching the situation with his arms crossed and disapproval radiating from him.

"Are you going to help us carry out the dead or just bitch at us?" Sargent Byte of the Corries snaps at the complaining Commandos.

"No- it's not our mission duty to carry failures out." The Sargent said coldly as he turned on his heel and left. His squad fofollowedfter their Sargent, the Shiny Commando pausing, looking back at them, before being grabbed by the Demo expert and tugged along with them.

[a-neurodiversity-of-crows]

On Shadow & Bone, autism, and my ability to hold a grudge

I'm willing to overlook a lot in the TV adaptation of SaB/SoC largely because of how fucking cute everyone is, but the one thing I will not forgive is what they did with David Kostyk's character. Let's review a few facts:

David, in the books, is coded autistic. (This is not up for debate. He is. If you didn't know that, now you do.)

"Autistic" and "awkward/emo" are not the same thing.

I'm not sure how to convey this next part to you if you're not autistic or someone who knows & loves an autistic person, but do you know how unbelievably rare it is for an autistic character to get a romantic plotline that's not either played for laughs or condescending inspo shit? It's so. Fucking. Rare. I cried actual tears from my actual eyes during the "I know metal" scene in the book. Here was Genya in so much pain and no one around her knew what to do about it - not the fancy Grisha, not the royals, not the saviors or the warriors or the besties. But David, who was not restrained by propriety or the fear of offense or the need to imply rather than say...David just fuckin' busted out with exactly the right thing at exactly the right time because Genya needed someone who thought like that, who talked like that, who had known this before and had never not known it:

David furrowed his brow. "I ... I don't understand half of what goes on around me. I don't get jokes or sunsets or poetry, but I know metal." His fingers flexed unconsciously as if he were physically grasping for words. "Beauty was your armor. Fragile stuff, all show. But what's inside you? That's steel. It's brave and unbreakable. And it doesn't need fixing."

And he delivered this speech - straining against the unfamiliarity of talking in front of a crowd, of speaking about feelings - he delivered it in front of God and everyone, and it worked. It worked because his brain knew what to do, and everyone bore witness.

Compare this to what we get in the tv series. First, he makes a pair of gloves that it turns out Alina doesn't even need, so way to make the dude look dumb from the get-go. (She lurves them in the books, may I remind you.) Second, the show basically said, ok, instead of giving him any of the actual traits he has in the book, let's just give him Robert Smith hair and make him wicked twitchy ok go!

The "I know metal" scene is so pared down and takes place with no one else there and misses so much of the point, so much of the power. He's not supposed to just be speaking about the fact that she has scars on her face. He's speaking to her about having been a survivor since she was 11 years old, telling her that nothing about her is razrusha'ya (ruined). I would rather they have left out that part completely than give us the watered-down version that they did.

I will not let go of this. I will love this fandom and reread all the books and rewatch all the episodes and waste all of the time on all the Tumblrs but I am like the ice and Kaz Brekker: we do not forgive.

[ladykf-writes]

Find the Word Tag

Tagged by @case-of-traxits for this interesting word hunt through my fics. I'm trying to do a different fic for each! And I'm tagging @thegeeksqueaks | @vorpalgirl | @wandererriha | @yuzukimist

Rules: Search your writing for the following words, and post an excerpt containing them. Your words are the following: light, hope, alive and feeling, or some derivative like "lights" or "hopeful" --- tag me if you do these, folks!

My words were: blood, soft, feather, and sunlight. I've mentioned the chapter and linked to the fic each is from as well as the fic's status. (If you're interested in the WIPs... let me know. It's really, really appreciated.)

Blood

She struck at him, blow after whirling blow, almost too fast to follow. Almost too fast to block. Definitely too fast to reclaim the offensive.

And like an absolute idiot rookie, he went down. Tripped, of all things, and landed on his ass.

Rosso was on him in a breath with a vicious, bloodthirsty grin as she pointed her weapon at his chest. "And now, SOLDIER, you die and I will live on. I will -"

Maybe Benji should have been more brutal, in his desperation. But instead he was reckless.

He grabbed her weapon with both hands, felt the bite of metal into his palms, and offered a positively wicked grin because he had nothing left to lose.

The force of the Thundaga that he released in her split second of baffled shock threw her like a rag doll and sent Benji crashing back into a building. Her weapon went flying off somewhere, but he didn't care because she didn't get back up.

Benji managed a wheezing laugh, licking blood off his lips and tasting copper as he coughed. He got to his feet with bullheaded stubbornness, and made his way over to her still body. After a moment, he rolled her over, and hummed as he saw her chest rise shallowly. Just unconscious, then. Nice.

"Gloating is a terrible habit," he muttered, keying his mic. "Rosso is down. I repeat, Rosso the Crimson is down."

From CH 62, Nothing To Lose: Dog Whistle - a canon divergent FFVII fixit [Incomplete]

Soft

“And you said Shield Amicitia was the one who took you on, right?” Prompto asked. “When you first got in with them.”

“Adopted me like a feral stray,” Cor said dryly.

“Did you bite him?” Prompto asked, mostly teasing.

Then Cor did that ‘trying not to smile’ twitchy thing with his lips, blue eyes gleaming, and Prompto gasped.

“You bit Shield Amicitia?” He said, yet again both scandalized and delighted. Cor was really good at getting that particular response.

“I said no such thing,” Cor defended.

“Your eyes said you did,” Prompto retorted, grinning. “Oh my gods, you bit him? What did he do?”

“If I bit Clarus, I assure you he would have deserved it,” Cor said. “And taken it as his due for being a jerk in the first place.”

Prompto cackled, sinking into a chair. “Oh my gods, Cor, you are impossible.”

Cor finally let himself smile a little, soft and unaccountably fond as he watched Prompto cackling. “Do I amuse you?”

“So much,” Prompto said, wiping his eyes. “Oh man. You’re something, you know that?”

“I may have been told that on occasion,” he said, still clearly amused.

Which, fair - that made two of them. “You’re crazy, but I really appreciate that about you.”

Cor chuckled softly. “Mmh… thank you, I think.”

“Definitely,” he said, laughing one last time before getting himself under control. It was weird how comfortable he’d gotten with Cor. He didn’t feel like a stranger anymore. He was… well, he was treating him like a friend, because he felt like it. He still couldn’t picture being ‘friends’ with the Immortal Marshal of the Crownsguard but… Cor, like this, smiling and joking and softening those hard edges… yeah. Yeah, he could see himself being friends with Cor.

CH 7: Returning the Favor, A Place to Call Home - a FFXV gift / exchange fic from 2021, pre-canon Dad!Cor and Prompto [Complete]

Feather

Hojo stared at him a long moment over the rims of his glasses. "How you ever made it to First Class, let alone cultivated a reputation for being level headed and intelligent is beyond my understanding. I admit, I didn't think you or Rhapsodos should have ever been allowed to enter the SOLDIER program. I still think it was a foolish mistake as this debacle proves, but the problem here is not that you are some sort of abomination. What's wrong with you, Hewley, is that you are entirely too human."

Angeal stared back in disbelief. "Too human? Have you even looked at-"

"I have been looking at the literal design of your being for days, Hewley, so kindly shut up and let the person who knows what they're talking about talk," he interrupted, glaring at him. "Your mother was injected with Jenova cells well before your conception, and you would have inherited them along with her own natural genes in a much more complete way than Rhapsodos had. They tied into your genome thoroughly enough that you could have been promoted through Second Class with no ill effects, but the higher doses of mako required to become a First Class SOLDIER were too stimulating; it immediately began to awaken those genes to higher activity, priming you to be responsive to Genesis' manipulations."

"I don't believe he did this to me on purpose," he insisted, though the arguments the professor made left him a bit wide eyed and shaken. He didn't dare look at Zack, and a quick look at Sephiroth's too still posture kept him from a second glance. "He's lost a lot of himself, but he wouldn't do that. Not to me."

"Why not? You're far more sane than he is and you turned on your so-called friends without hesitation." Hojo was merciless with his honesty. "Is he really the better man? Is there even such a thing? You're both human. The nature of humanity is to betray others to protect themselves, it has been since the beginning of its existence. I'm honestly not sure why you keep holding it up as something to aspire to."

What was he supposed to say to that? Angeal swallowed hard, but it didn't get rid of the tightness in his throat, and no amount of blinking rid his eyes of their burn.

Hojo shook his head with a dismissive sound, turning back to the computer. "What's the human genome but a long line of advantageous mutations that have been adapted over millennia? Not, mind you, that Hollander has provided you with anything of the sort. But it's the principle of the thing in that this is nothing new, and we would all benefit from you realizing that this really doesn't make you special. You're a grown man and a SOLDIER First Class; it's about time you get over your identity crisis and realize nothing has actually changed beyond you now knowing more of your genetic history. You're the same man you were before you clued into that fact, quit being such a child about it."

Angeal made a little strangled sound, shaking his head and shaking his wings out. He followed the path of a pair of stray feathers, noting numbly when Hojo took another in gloved fingertips to set aside. "But…"

"But nothing. I'm not going to put up with your excuses." Hojo crossed over to his side table, snapping his fingers. "Get a tech in here. We need to draw a few samples and get actual testing going since there's clearly not going to be any further narratives for now."

CH 16, Too Human, To Be Human - an older but well loved FFVII FIx-It [Complete!]

Sunlight

The massive gate leading out of town gave way almost immediately to an old, untamed forest that stretched out as far as the eye could see. Admittedly, it was hard to be sure how far that was, when looking through a heavily wooded area. Several paths branched off, but Mint took off down one without the slightest hesitation, so he followed her. Hopefully she knew where she was going.

The forest was thick with trees, sunlight streaming down through the canopy to rich, dark earth under their feet that had been worn and packed from people walking the path. It was decidedly peaceful, comfortable, with an easy breeze that rustled the leaves above and the foliage below. Somewhere in the distance, quiet birdsong could be heard.

Of course, like most forests, there were dangers amid the deceptive peacefulness. They came upon a group of Pollywogs, more of a nuisance than an actual threat even in a group. They bobbed through the air in silence, their fat yellow bodies showing up clearly against the backdrop of greens and brown. As soon as they spotted Mint and Rue, they came over with a burst of speed, lavender head tails whipping behind them as they snapped their jaws in an attempt at menacing. Mint didn't even bother to raise her hoops, making a sharp gesture instead and sending out a spray of energy. Balls of golden light shot through the air, impacting into the monsters and taking several down in the first shot. Only one of them had the presence of mind to evade the attack, but when it swerved it went directly into range of Rue's Arc Edge. A single powerful slash downward and the final Pollywog hit the dirt with a soft thud.

From CH 6, A Fortunate Encounter: Dewprism: Journey to the [Relic] - a Threads of Fate semi-novelization [On hiatus]