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Day Twenty: Lady Alcina Dimitrescu + Mind Control/Body Modification
You really can't remember how you managed to get a tongue piercing. When it had happened? Where, or if the lady of the house knew about it.
It had been her daughters. Her beautifully crazy daughter had dragged you out and into the booming town of the village below the large ornate castle.
Bela, Cassandra, and Danelia all just wanted to let loose. The hot, sticky summer days gave ease to their entrapment during the freezing winter months.
They flittered and floated around the town. Bar hopping from one place to another as the day went on the looser we all got. Until we ended up at a tattoo parlor. The four of you had all gotten matching tattoos.
Little bugs that had wings to fly and a little sun to fly towards. How you managed to be the only one laying on your back. Tongue pressed between a pair of cold forceps. A quick sharp pain as the three watched you like hawks.
Just like that, you had a piece of shiny jewelry in your mouth. A ball on each side of your tongue that felt weird at first. They all cheered for you as the four of you walked out with a gleeful attitude.
You played with it in your mouth until you and the sisters arrived back at Castle Dimitrescu.
Days, weeks went by. You were really sure what your relationship with the lady of the house was. She liked you as a pet, but she yearned for you while you were gone. She saw how good you were with her naughty daughters. It was a sticky situation. Your tongue swelling went down, then it just became a part of your everyday life. The feeling of something pressed underneath your tongue, but also above it pressed into the roof of your mouth.
It wasn't until Dimitrescu had a written note sent to your bed chambers. Inside is her beautiful cursive writing, it said. "My dearest, I know that I've been ever so busy with things lately. I feel as if I haven't seen you in ages, so come to my chambers tonight. Kisses Y/n." Dimitrescu letter read.
Even just here words on the paper had your stomach twisting in knots of anticipation, and lust. Your relationship with the lady of the house wasn't conventional by any means. You had at one point been a simple maid, your job title had then been switched to a caregiver for the girls who were madly in love with someone new to play with.
From there things grew. You were once again switched from the girl's personal handmaiden to Lady Dimitrescu's personal handmaiden. Your relationship changed after that your heart burned with passion for her, and so did hers. Once again you were put into an odd place. Dimitrescu didn't want you to ever leave, but she didn't want to keep that title above your head.
You tie your robe around your waist and make your way toward her room. You barely have to knock on her bedroom door. A silky voice travels through the wooden door. "Come in." You push open the door. "Oh Bubba, you came," Alcina murmurs as she sits up on the bed.
A much larger robe wrapped around her. Her hair is out of its tight curls, and she looks warm as coaxes you over to her. "Of course, I came my lady." You said as you walked over to her.
She shook her head, "What have I said about that Bubba?" Alcina asks you. You still to this day had a hard time calling her by her name, Alcina wasn't what you had been taught to call her. My lady slipped out at least once or twice when it was the just two of you.
"I'm sorry my… Alcina." You whisper. Alcina grabs onto your cheeks, cold hands in contrast to your warm, and already blushing face. "Smile for me, Bubba." Alcina loves it whenever you smile. Wild light that explodes from your toothy grin, it goes straight through her and into her heart.
Your face breaks out into a glowing smile as you snuggle into her touch on your cheeks. Alcina just stares at you for what feels like ages. Aclina scans over your brightest features to the lines on your forehead and near your eyes. She drinks you in literally taking you in for everything you can give her from just a little ole' smile.
Then her eyes catch something. A glint, a metallic shine on some sort. Alcina doesn't think about it until the fire's light makes it shine even more. Her face contorts, and yours follows suit. "Y/n?"
Alcina never really says your name, but when she does it means she is serious. You echo her, 'Alcina?" You whisper back to her. "Open your mouth for me, Bubba." She demands of you. Her eyes go wide when you open your mouth and stick out your bedazzled tongue.
"What is this shining in your mouth?" Alcina doesn't sound mad, hell she doesn't even have an emotion on her face. You swallow as Alcina takes her cold hands off your face. "Well…" You start off. Alcina has yet to take her eyes off the rhinestone on your tongue. She watches it move as you tell her the story of the girls wanting tattoos, and how they had bet you to get a tongue piercing.
"You aren't mad are you?" You ask Alcina. Her yellow eyes flash quickly with hurt, and then she's back consoling you. "My sweetness I'd never be mad at you for something like this." Alcina reaches over her thumb grazing over your bottom lip.
You two stay like that for a few moments, before Alcina says what she's been thinking since she caught the glimmer. You see the smirk on her face, and then her words hit your ears. "You know Y/n I've always wondered what it would feel like me on." Your face goes hot with a blush.
Thinking up all the scenarios that Alcina could be talking about. "Do you wanna…" You can't get the words out. "Do I wanna what sweetness?" Alcina is ever so a minx. "I… you…" You bit your bottom lip searching for the words. "I wanna…" You don't even finish your thouhgt before your delved in. Crashing into Alcina lips.
The kiss is searing, in a hot sort of knee buckling way. Alcina wraps here long fingers around the back of your neck, and when you lick her lips for entrance into her mouth she moans. It only pushes you further. Hands burhsing up agasint soft robe fabric. "Take this off me please." Alcina begs you. You never seen, or heard Alcina so desperate for touch.
You follow her request. Stripping her of the robe, throwing it off into the room. She stands there so tall, and so bare. Her skin lights up with goosebumps as you trail your fingers up and down her curves. She moans at your light touches. "Don't tease." Alcina warns. "I'm sorry… I just like touching you is all." You murmurs as you leave a litter of kisses on your way up and down her body.
That's before Alcina picks you up and shifts the both of you towards the soft surface of the bed. She lays you ontop of her. Your own robe gives way, showing off the shorts and tank top you wear to bed.
Kissing up and down Alcina jaw and neck. She hard grips harder when you suck a little bruise on her skin where the shoulder, and neck met. You follow down her collar bone down between the valley of her breasts. Her hands shifts landing in your hair. You suck yet another bruise between her breasts. And when you look up to fancy your work. Alcina is already on the verge of bursting with lust.
You get back to work. Licking up her kiss, kissing the little but best spots for her. Everytime you lick Alcina skin she whines, and moans. "Oh fuck Y/n, you dont… oh hell you don't know" She can't get her words out.
It's not until you shimmy yourself between her large thighs, and are face to face with her dripping cunt. You take a quickl glance up at her. She yellow eyes are blown out with lust, her cheeks are red with a thick layer of blush.
"Don't make me…" You don't let alcina finish when you lick a sticky strip from her leaking hole to her clit leaving it kiss when you come up. Your hands come spreading her apart. Dripping further down onto the fresh linens. You blow cold air onto her cunt. She shivers and moans at the action.
You can't hold back anymore. You care not for rhe breathe you need as you stuff your face into her wet, dripping cunt. Everythng just feels right, and damn the encoramanet that you hear from above you have you wishing you could get some sort of relief out of it as well.
You licks around her swollen clit, and a harh hand come to tug at your hard pulling you. Using you for Alcina own plesure. You are no longer fucking her with your mouth. Rather she's fucking you with her cunt. When you do manage to slip a set of fingers into her cunt she's tight as always. Sucking you in as your pull out and push them right back in. "Oh sweet fuck!" Alcina moans out, her head is thrown back and her eyes are shut tightly as your lick her clit the rinestone tongue peicing hitting it just right.
Two fingers itching just the right spot to make Alcina vision go white with passion. Her cunt squeezes your finger tight as she moans out loudly and cums all over your face. Your face is drenched, down to your tank top.
When you come up from between Alicna thighs she's worn out unable to lift her head and take a look at you. "Alcina, did I make you squirt?" You aks your voice husky and deep. she graons and shake her head a little.
You shift moving up to lay next to the worn out lady of the house. It's silent for only a moments time. "You must know my dear that I haven't felt that good in such a long time." Alcina says as she looks over at you. She looks so content, calm for the first time in a long time. "Thank you my sweetness." Alcina murmurs. "Of course." You get up grabbing your robe, and wiping down your face before getting a wet cloth and cleaning up between Alcina thighs.
when you go to leave her chambers, a small tired voice calls you back. "Stay with me?" Alcina asks you don't dare ignore, or deny her.
Completed on: 08/01/23
Posted on: 10/20/23
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Chopra Household: Chapter 6, Part 8
The birthday continues! Most of the family have appointments to attend afterwards leaving Savannah and Viola under the care of nana Lavina. I mean it's not like she could be any worse than Alana the (insert your favourite swear word for mean nanny)
BTW it was daylight savings here so that's why my posts may seem an hour shifted for you...
If Viola is attempting to say something it will be in brackets, otherwise you can assume it's just trying out sounds
Mercedes has a speech delay and may get words wrong, correct wording will be in brackets if that is the case
Savannah aka Honeybee
Mercedes aka Little Ladybug
Viola aka Green Bean
Mercedes: Hey nana
Lavina: Happy birthday kiddo
Mercedes: I have bad news, papa went to the doctor and they found out he’s sick
Lavina: What? Oh why didn’t he tell me? I can’t lose him
Mercedes: Kidding!
Lavina: That’s not very funny young lady
Bizarre thing happened. Mercedes had rolled a like of deception but after this got a prompt saying she felt mischief was wrong? I like the game to have some say so while I did not add a dislike of mischief I changed her like of deception to silly behaviour to match her sister.
Milton: Oh hey you have cake
Savannah: Of course Milton, it’s a birthday party
Milton: That’s uncle Milton to you
Savannah: Mama do we really have to call him uncle? He’s only 2 years older than us
Cassandra: It’s important to be polite to family honeybee
Lavina: And respectful! You girls could learn more respect
Mercedes: *sighs* It was one joke nana
Cassandra: Lavina I have an appointment and Rahul needs to take Mercedes to one. Could you watch the kids for us please?
Savannah: I can watch the house mama
Lavina: Of course I can dear, take all the time you need
Savannah: But nana I can do it
Lavina: You’re six, you couldn’t take care of a fire. Now I hear your sister crying, go play outside or learn something
Savannah: Oh maybe I can find some cool bugs!
Lavina: Just don’t bring them into the house
Poor Viola has been trying to get to sleep but is still a bit overwhelmed by the party.
Lavina: Now what’s all this? You are making a habit of crying every time you see me Viola
Viola: *cries* ge da noo lu (I'm so tired, clapping took it out of me)
Lavina: Is nana scary huh? Big bad nana. Close your eyes and sleep, big bad nana can defend your crib from the monsters huh
Following some soothing Viola does manage to fall asleep as Lavina watches over her.
Outside Savannah isn’t having much luck. But around by the garden she spots some locusts, perfect, papa will approve of catching them! She grabs at them and manages to get hold of 2. Perhaps she can convince mama and papa to take her and Mercedes to Granite Falls so she can find more! Back inside she decides to tackle some homework.
Milton: Why are you holding your pencil like that
Savannah: Like what
Alexander: Don’t be rude Milton, not everyone does things the same way
Milton: Did you never use crayons
Savannah: *gruffly* I have a motor delay actually, pencils are hard
Milton: Oh, sorry
Alexander: That’ll teach you not to be rude
Savannah: I think I’ll go see if mama is back
Milton: I am sorry!
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Cassandra is pumping in the spare room when Savannah finds her.
Savannah: Mama, can I still go to OT now I’m a child
Cassandra: Of course you can honeybee. It might be called something different but any support you need, we’ll find for you
Savannah: Then Uncle Alexander told him off
Mercedes: Nice!
Savannah: So what did the brain doctor say
Mercedes: They want me to do… Papa how did they say it?
Rahul: Your sister is getting referred to another type of doctor to see if she needs extra help at school
Mercedes: Can I not go to school?
Rahul: No! Whatever you need we can sort but you’ll be best having your first day with your sister
Savannah: Yeah. You don’t want to leave me alone do you? We do everything together
Mercedes: Except OT and word class
Cassandra brings Viola to the table and the family begin eating. For some reason everyone is migrating away from Viola?
Mercedes: Mama did your point tent (appointment) go okay
Cassandra: Apparently I have ADHD which I guess is a bit of a surprise but I’ll be fine. Everybody’s brain has to work in its own way
Rahul: Exactly! Now Viola, how about some peanut butter puffs? Nice and yummy
Viola looks at her papa, confused. Why is what he holding bigger than the things on the plate? It can’t just be her eyesight playing up, can it?
Savannah: Mama, can we have a trip to Granite Falls? I’d love to see some more bugs
Cassandra: Actually papa and I have been talking and we’d like you two to join scouts
Mercedes: Scouts? Why
Rahul: Nature is important to us, we want you both to learn to love it
Cassandra: Plus it will leave after school times free for OT and word class
The girls remain skeptical but agree. Meanwhile Viola is unsure about the taste of peanut butter puffs (and their creepy resemblance to banana once she picks them up) but one thing is for sure, they are fun to play with!
Savannah: Do we have to go to bed mama
Cassandra: It’s getting late honeybee, and don’t you want to check out the new bunk beds
Mercedes: I call dibs on the bottom one! That way you can still tuck me in mama
Cassandra: *smiles* alright but we need to clean up dinner first
Savannah: I got the plates
Cassandra: Mercedes could you put the leftovers away before they spoil please
Mercedes: Yes mama
Rahul: How do you two like the bunks
Savannah: It’s great papa. I can be up high just like butterflies are
Rahul: Good night rugrats, I love you two
Twins: Goodnight papa
Savannah climbs up to the top and snuggles in while Cassandra tucks Mercedes in.
Cassandra: Goodnight Mercedes. I love you both, have good dreams
Twins: Love you mama
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#sims 4#the sims#the sims 4#simblr#my sims#ChangingPlumbobStorytime#R0902#SavannahChopra#MercedesChopra#RahulChopra#CassandraChopra#ViolaChopra#MiltonGoth#AlexanderGoth
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Here is a preview of the next chapter of my mini series, never letting you go.
Some say leave the past in the past. Some just moved past it. Some just can't. When it comes to seeing the very person that brings so much pain. Pain that won't heal. To this person she is a bringer of pain. Gemma. The very person who brings so much pain. She doesn't care who she hurts. Even her own daughter. Only thing on her mind were drugs, sex,and motorcycles. Now she is returning to the town that she once called home. Goal? No goal. Maybe to stir up trouble, or to make amends.
Gemma arrived into town. Hasn't changed much. Same small town vibe. Same people doing the same thing when she left. Parking at the very diner she loved so much. Thinking about the happy times with her family.Until things start to unravel. Her being drinking so much a neighbor had to take her young daughter home. Diane Miller. Person who always took care of Sunshine. She loves her as if she were her own. Sunshine. How she missed you. Wonder if you are happy. Prayers were answered when she see Diane Miller with her husband Jack leaving the diner laughing ,and eating an ice cream cone. Taking a breath she gets out," Hello love birds. See both of you are still so hung up on each other. So fucking sweet." Remark like that would rile anyone up. Diane rolls her eyes," See you never lost sense of humor,and your sense of fashion. Tats ,and tight clothes that would tip if you breath." Gemma wasn't having that. Got in her face. After blowing smoke in her face," Oh really? Says who? By looks of you? Still dressed like a fruppy lady. Least I have any man. Hi Jack." Jack rolls his eyes . Stepped between the ladies," Now see here ! There will be no fighting near my diner! One more remark against my wife. I'll make a call to the sheriff. Gemma, I don't know why you are here. So God help me.." After lighting a cigarette," I'm looking for Sunshine. By the look on your faces. You know where she is. "
Sounds of punching bags ,and gloves hitting other gloves filled the Miller/Garcia gym. Business is booming. Fighters new ,and old training. On certain days MMA fights were held here. Upstairs you are busy with massages. Nothing erotic. Mainly helping others who suffer from pains,and others need to relax. That feeling made you feel good. To help people. Resting on the office couch. Exhausted from being on your feet for the last few hours. Eyes started to close till a famiar voice filled the room," Care for a nice snack little one?" William. Your big brother to the rescue. One person other than Benny who was always there growing up. Took good care of you when things got tough. Since your father passed away in a young age. Mother who left you alone most of the time. Till one day she left,and never came back. Diane and Jack took you in. Gave you a safe place to stay,and feel loved. For the first time.You felt like you belong in a loving family. Now you are officially married to your soulmates. Never thought you ever be well protected like you are now.
Taking a bite of your blackberry muffin smiling," Thanks big brother. Always know what I need. How is it going downstairs? Hope the boys aren't getting hurt." Will smiles as he sits next to you. Arm around your shoulder," Oh the usual. Lots of instructions being yelled across the room. Benny is trying to impress the young teenagers. Pope sits him straight." That made you laugh. Knocks at the door filled the room. Will looks up to see his beautiful wife, Sam . Gets up to hug her husband," See you missed me handsome. " Rubbing her lower back as he continues to kiss her," Oh I missed you lady bug. Missed you when you left this morning. Miss you when you leave again." Giggling at this lovely display. Newlyweds. Oh how it brought back memories. Thoughts were distracted by the sounds of your phone. Looking at the phone caused you to scream! Will rushes over to see what happened. Shacking like a leaf. Hand him your phone. Will runs downstairs to fetch the boys. Sam pulls you close," What's wrong. Tell me." Chocking back a sob," My.. mom.. she is looking for me!"
#triple frontier#benny miller x reader#santiago garcia x reader#garett hedlund#charlie hunnam#oscar isaac#never letting you go
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listened to the Elevator Press Conference ending and thought about Stanley experiencing it for the very first time. he sees the light for the elevator’s UP button on. he tilts his head in confusion and tries to get the Narrator’s attention. Perhaps this is a bug. Hello? Narrator?
There’s nothing. Silence.
Stanley frowns, and then, because he can’t help his curiosity for new things, he presses it. He can’t help it. it’s a button. it’s lit up. what do you want from him.
“Whoops, nope, never mind! Stanley actually got back into the elevator and went back up! Silly me! Why did Stanley do that, when he knew that it would just lead back to his boss's office? Well, that's a great question. I just can't wait to find out.”
Stanley glares up at where the gated door meets the ceiling, and gestures at the button again. There’s only so much sarcasm he can tolerate, especially when it looks like there’s a bug in the Narrator’s game.
There is no reply to this, and elevator comes to a halt, the gate lifting. The lights for both buttons is off now. Stanley tries to go back down, with no success. Fine. He’ll see this through. Whatever. Maybe if he goes back into the office it will re-trigger the elevator.
The office is very dark, considering the one large standing lamp lighting the open passageway. Stanley steps into it, uneasy.
“Here we are Stanley, it's your boss's office! Exactly the way it was before you got onto the elevator. It's still just exactly what it is.”
Stanley scowls, crosses his arms. The voice continues, its characteristic passion of the subject in question becoming more and more dramatic.
“What a decision you've made to come up here and look at the office again. This has fleshed out the plot of the story in new and fascinating ways I could have never anticipated.”
Alright, listen--
���It's that keen eye for storytelling you have, an incisive rapid-fire of critical plot points, one after the other, weaving a rich tapestry of uncompromising narrative! Wow!” The voice chuckles, sardonically. “I'm bolted to the edge of my seat.” This last line, nearly deadpan. Sarcasm drips unkindly from it.
Alright. That’s it. Stanley’s going to commit to this bit now. The Narrator thinks he’s expressing his disapproval? Joke’s on him, Stanley lives to irritate. He stomps back to the elevator, where, sure enough, the light for the DOWN button is on again. Seething, he mashes it with his palm with a vengeance.
“Incredible. Now he's getting back into the elevator and going down again? Ladies and gentlemen, how does he keep coming up with all this?”
That’s right, Stanley thinks. If the Narrator wants to be an ass about it, the bug n his game, then Stanley will be an ass right back and exploit it to hell and beyond.
The gate opens. The light for the UP button comes back on. Stanley glares at it. Presses it with a satisfying click.
“Did you think we were going to go forward down the spooky corridor? No! It's time once again to go back up in the elevator!”
Stanley crosses his arms, taps his foot, his eyeroll ignored.
“I can't even begin to grapple what might be up there. Is it the boss's office again? Or what if it's the boss's office this time? The suspense is killing me!”
This is a lot of off script dialogue for a bug, he notes. He must have really peeved the fellow.
Hang on. This is a lot of dialogue. For... what Stanley thought was a bug.
What if it’s not a bug, though? What if... Had the Narrator come up with more endings? Was this an ending?
The fellow in question says nothing to this, but when Stanley steps into the office this time, the music sting that drops (dun dun DUN.....) confirms it, surprising a real laugh out of him.
“Oh my god... it's the boss's office.”
Stanley doubles over in fits of laughter as the Narrator sighs, truly committed to the bit. “This absolutely changes everything for me. Give me a time out here for a minute while I process this.”
Then, of course, the cheery hold music whistle begins, and Stanley clutches his stomach, whole face lit up in cackles. He’s nearly recovered his breath when the voice returns.
“No! No wait! No, I need more time to process.“
This time, by the time the hold music has kicked on, Stanley is on the floor, laughing so hard his sides hurt.
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KAIJUNE NEO: NEON TYGER
My name isn't really important. Well, not important to anyone reading this anyway.
Just know I was a homeless girl, and it was still better than the house I ran from. I once lived in a place that literally fell apart the moment I had to run from a police sweep. One time I got bitten by a water moccasin and had to bite the flesh of the wound out to keep it from spreading.
Not fun. But, then it happened. Like a Star of Bethlehem I saw it and like a falling star it hit me, and it... spoke to me. And it changed me, on the inside.
The men in the green suits took me right after. Compound was nicer than the streets. MREs were better than dumpster-burgers. Could have done without the interrogations. Or the tests. Or the fact that I couldn't leave. Or that they didn't treat me like a human being. I think they never asked my name. There's a lot of things I could've done without, really.
But it was there inside me. Speaking without words. It showed me things. Things beyond our mortal ken, from spaces before and beyond, only now beginning to show their face.
I'd seen inklings, bits of those things emerging, but that big picture, that huge, cosmic scope. It talked to me. It didn't want to talk to them. Said their hearts were too tainted or something. It's hard to paraphrase something that doesn't talk in words.
And then, one day, I got out. I think the men in the green coats said something about vivisection before it happened, something about "failure to co-operate." and the It didn't like that.
So for the first time, it changed me. I don't know how to describe it. Like, its that speaking-without-words thing, I think it'd sound like a porno if I tried. It was... visceral, powerful, amazing. I'll say that much.
And wouldn't you know it, something else broke out too when I did. Poor thing. there's a lot of pain in there. I'd feel sorry for it if it didn't want me and everyone else dead. Still kinda do, can't blame 'em.
I suppose I'm now some kind of messiah-thing, it calls itself a Space Queen, though it says it's a rough translation. Oh yeah, it's learning to talk with words. Given some time. It's not good at it, but it's nice to have a friend in my life.
It lets me wander around the globe, doing what I can, which is more than I thought but less than it'd hope, changing back to me-me to keep my head down. You can kinda tell it's changging me on the outside a bit, I think it called it "syncopation," it's mostly in the eyes.
I don't really need to eat anymore at least, so that helps if I'm getting the folks around me a burger I don't need. There's a lot of bad amongst the street-folk I'll admit, but there's a lot of good, and that's what keeps me going, I think that's what keeps it going too.
It's taught me to broadcast too. So, if you got lucky enough to see this before the men in the green suits come, now you know about the giant lady you keep seeing on the news punching bugs n such. Don't worry, they ain't got shit to track me. They ain't got shit to cage me.
If you see me up close, know I see you. I like you, mostly. But then run because you don't want to get in the middle of what I'm trying to pulsar at, or whatever the hell it calls it...
-Unknown radio/television broadcast, recieved by 50 million listeners in the area of Las Vegas, Nevada
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So, we have our Ultraman stand-in, Neon Tyger, named after the song by The Killers, which again, did inspire a lot of the tone of the story as well as the name.
I will add, while calling her a "space messiah" was meant as a bit of glibness on her part, akin to calling Superman Space Moses, friend of the blog @partlysmith did point out that does fit really well with Tsuburaya's whole thing of Christian symbolism with Ultraman, and I kinda realized after that the additional idea of her living amongst the homeless and marginalized while doing good is another parallel to good ol Oily Josh.
So yay, I was accidentally more clever than I thought!
Ability Notes: You know Ultraman? Basically, she does Ultraman stuff, albeit more Jack Kirby/70s psychedelic genre fiction + neon-related of course.
Bonus Trivia: The species of the "it" has different names depending on what gender of lifeform they're bonded with, Cosmic Men for male, Space Queens for female, and a whole host of esoteric ones for the other genders.
Also, the Cosmic Men have in fact shown up briefly once before in my work, and they're meant to be inspired by spacesuits, in the same way Ultraman is inspired by Grey Aliens!
And, in that grand (exceedingly late) Kaijune tradition, this character and all related narrative elements are under a CC-BY 4.0 license, as long as I, Thomas F Johnson, am credited as their creator.
#my art#my writing#kaiju#kaijune#creature design#ultraman#sculpture#diorama#photomanipulation#kaijune 2023
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Thess vs The Patch/Hotfix Cycle
So ... okay, much as I love Larian, and how much they've grown and developed as a studio between Divinity: Original Sin 2 and Baldur's Gate 3 ... does anyone else feel like we're still somehow in early access, just because of the Patch/Hotfix Cycle?
It's like ... they do a patch. And these patches are huge, with big quality of life improvements, and that's great and everything? But the more they tinker with the code, the more chance you're going to have of coming out with a game-breaking bug somewhere along the line. Patch 6 in particular, with all of its significant QOL changes, somehow brushed up against a change in ... *checks* ah, yeah, Patch 5 ... and completely broke the game for some of us in the process.
See, there's a condition that you can pick up - "Enemy of Justice". It's supposed to be for killing a guard or something. I'm assuming some kind of criminal activity. Thing is, even if you're not doing any criming, you can pick this status up - specifically if you want to try to recruit Minthara on a good playthrough. Because if you kill anything before you knock her unconscious (including, apparently, the 5hp Scrying Eye which'll get you everybody's attention if you're not careful, and the low hp goblins everywhere), whoever struck the knockout blow gets Enemy of Justice. Which I guess makes sense. You assaulted her and killed her guards. She's going to take issue with that, and probably know that you're not as devoted to the Absolute as you pretended to be early on. (Though why anyone should believe her at that point, no idea.)
The problem is ... apparently Enemy of Justice doesn't discriminate. If you killed any kind of guard, anywhere, and left a witness ... everyone will be after you. Look, I first found this out because Lady Esther over in the Rosymorn Monastery literally attacked me on sight. She doesn't know jack from shit about the whole Absolute cultist bullshit, and probably doesn't care because it's not her assignment. So she has no valid reason to attack me. However, Enemy of Justice says that I am Public Enemy Number One for ... killing minions of the big bad, okay. And somehow everyone in Faerun knows this.
And I mean that literally, as some people have gone into Act 2 and found that everyone in the entire zone wants them dead. The Harpers at the Last Light Inn and the Absolutists at Moonrise Towers will both auto-aggro if you've got the bug that sticks that fucking Enemy of Justice to you. It's a pain in the arse, and basically makes the game unplayable. I mean, the worst part is, this only seems to really come into force when you come out of the Underdark and into what's ostensibly Act 2-adjacent content, so you go through the Underdark thinking all's cool and then boom! Just ... everyone hates you. Apparently it all goes away when you kill a certain Big Bad at the end of Act 2, but ... I mean, how do you get to that point if everyone wants to kill you?
So ... yeah, sometimes it feels like we're still in early access, because we're still seeing such massive patches that, just because of how much the code's being tinkered with, is an open invitation for more game-breaking bugs. I do love Larian trying to polish the game to make it the best game it possibly can be. But ... I mean, I would like to be able to play it at some point. And I can't do that if I'm stuck just a bit before the Grym fight, unable to continue because if I'm going to kill Lady Esther (and make no mistake - I am going to kill Lady Esther), I want Lae'zel approval for it. Which I don't get if she just runs at me screaming.
Larian ... please. Make it actually playable, and then stop trying to polish it. Let it be finished. It's a great game. Stop breaking it trying to make it somehow better. We can't play it when you do this.
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whoa, she launched!
happy launch day, kayo! she's my little pookie i love her so much that i bully her constantly through the narrative
in honor of today, i'll be dumping some REALLY old doodles (really old = two-three months ago) when i started working on her! unlike most of my dumps, i'll be describing and giving more context to the drawings! think of it as a little timeline of her development :D
*the oc blog is @lilies-and-forget-me-nots .. i forgor
drawing 1: our earliest kayo?!
this was dated january 17 2023. yeah. 2023. this year.
geez, was that really my art style just three months ago?
yes, unfortunately. though i'll attribute the fact that kayo looks 12 here mostly to the fact that i was still getting used to using an ipad to draw--still, you can really see that i had her design 90% down from the start. just changed her parting a little and removed the flower accessory + little ombre(?) in her hair.
at first, she was going to be a LOT closer to yui, but then if she was, she would've intervened as early as more blood, which was not something i was aiming for. plus, isn't it more fun thinking that she barely knows her (and yet pulls the stunt of taking her place for her sake... what a loser)
also, at first, she was going to just be straight up meaner for no reason. like literally just the worst person you can think of, but a problem with that is that she would definitely get killed if she was just horrible and toxic. plus, that was kind of boring on my end as well, so she kind of turned into a meowmeow.
adding to the old concept though, all her endings were supposed to be bad endings! then i scrapped that really quickly when i changed her personality...
drawing 2: our earliest hunter!
same day as the first drawing... yeouch.
as you can see, her hair was supposed to be a lot neater--and flatter--as a hunter. the cross clip is a lot smaller, and her palette was all over the place. like come on, why is her coat pink??
speaking of which, i changed hunter kayo to being a little messier than her old version because of a change in personality. this proto-hunter kayo still feels emotions very well. in fact, even more intensely than bride kayo. she's constantly angry--for what she went through as a young girl, for losing her eye--just a lot of things.
kind of funny that her personality pulled a 180 lawl
drawing 3: early outfit dump
i made the file for this drawing on january 19, but i believe i updated it as late as early march.
as you can see, it's really just outfit concepts. most of them are the same as the current outfit concept art--thanks to, well, me updating this file until march. you might be familiar with the three on the right, and the lost eden + dark fate outfit is practically the same as the one i posted. the hdb/mb outfit changed the most out of those three: i suctioned it to kayo's body to emphasize her figure more lol (i am the biggest kayo simp in the end)
as for the first two, you can see they were labelled for chaos lineage and lunatic parade! the chaos lineage outfit is probably already like 90% down for me, but the lunatic parade one is peculiar because, well, i scrapped it entirely. it's a cute outfit, for sure, but i didn't think it was kayo's style in the end. perhaps it might get the same hdb/mb outfit treatment and get tweaked to match her better, but i think her current lunatic parade design is solid!
drawing 4: early cg concepts
this was dated feb 25!
honestly, this is still really good, and i'm still planning on adding this scenario to laito's route. it's just that, once again, kayo is suffering from the bug-eyed twelve year old syndrome i was going through since january. plus i was (still am) bad at drawing men, so laito kind of came out looking like a really strange looking lady lol. it's so embarrassing i even had to crop it out.
drawing(s) 5: whoa sailor outfits?!
i actually drew this just two weeks after the last one--march 10th! you can clearly see my art style shifting at this point; i'm starting to think it's the switch from sketching with a soft brush to a hard brush.
this was, if you didn't already guess, in honor of the aquamarine series! of course, there are two: one for the hunter and one for the bride!
i have this running theme of "what would reiji (biggest discreet pervert) make bride kayo wear?" and that man loves his kayo legs, so naturally she had to wear thigh highs and an awkwardly short skirt. at least hunter kayo got away with just a crop top.
you can see something hanging on the hunter's waist--it's actually a demon hunting relic!
drawing 6: hunter kayo in ryotei au cgs?!
very recent drawing--dated march 29!
now, hunter kayo actually doesn't attend ryotei at any point of the series. it just so happens that i thought she'd look really hot in the uniform, and ta-da--i made an au! being an au, it's not canon, but i like to think she has a small route with shuu that doesn't really end well as you'd expect.
still, the sight of her kissing him as he bites on her knife is very very cool. keep up the good work hunter!
drawing 7: late highschool kayo!
the final doodle--dated less than a week ago!
this is really just kayo in high school after seiji's treatment of her started getting to her properly. i wonder what she's praying and why...
BONUS 1: CATGIRL KAYO!!
i was in the middle of making this post when a certain catboy-baiter (@poohwhin side eyes...) posted................
i love humans with animal features (i.e. not humanoid animals aka what you'd typically think of when you think of furries...) and genshin already devastated me with not only keqing but DEHYA being fake catgirls, so to recover emotionally i naturally made kayo a catgirl. ougggg she's so cute
BONUS 2: a kayoyui route?!
Yes. and it's finished. i just have to make the cgs and post it.
i mostly made it as a kind of exercise in making routes, since, well, i have to start making a lot. it only has five individual scenarios in the dark, manic, and ecstasy section, but it still has a prologue and epilogue. there are also only two endings!
it also serves to delve a bit more into the hunter's character, since bride kayo is the main focus of the blog. let's give her a little love, yknow!! even if she can't give any back...
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Chapter 3: Don't Get in My Way
Barely able to stomach the rage that pumped through her veins, Lyric put V's car in park just outside of the Escoterica. Her eyes flashed orange for a moment as she scanned through her contacts until she found T-Bug. She would have to keep this on the downlow. "Ah, this is it." Jackie chimed up, opening his door. V rounded the front of the car, awaiting for Lyric to get out. She looked at V, shutting the drivers door. "Go on, ladies. V, find me once Vik's done dusting your circuits. We'll hash out what Dex's cooked up for us."
V laced her fingers with Lyric's and pulled her inside. Pausing by the desk, Lyric dropped a credit chip. "This is will have the order code on it. Just scan it into the site and you'll have the crystals by monday." Lyric stood leaning up against the desk, hesitating to go any farther with V. "I'm going to run over to Tom's Diner while you're in there." V stared at Lyric, bewildered.
"You're not coming with?" Disappointment swept across her hazel gaze.
"I have a few things to get done, starting with getting a bite to eat over at Tom's. Call me on the holo when you're done with Dex." V nodded, her hand reluctantly letting go of her love's hand. Lyric turned on her heels once V went down to Vik's clinic and headed to the diner.
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Tom's Diner changed very little from the retro years of Night City. Tom glanced towards the doorway at the sound of her heels against the tile floor. "Hey, kid! The usual?" Lyric nodded as she walked to the back corner booth. Reaching behind her head, she pulled a cable at the back of her neck and plugged it into the outlet on the wall beside the booth. Static filled her senses. Her eyes glowed orange while she smiled at Tom, setting down the strawberry milkshake. Before her eyes manifested a computerized cube made of 01101 data encryption. Lyric held out her hands, typing on an invisible keyboard. First, she needed to change her IP, make T-Bug believe she was in the apartment. That was easy. A quick insert of data hacking. Second, she began furiously air typing. Cracking through lines of data code to create a hologram that would appear before T-Bug in her cyberspace. It didn't take long for Lyric to find her. She was synced up in her chair. Without her knowledge, Lyric was able to blindside T-Bug, calling her on the holo while she set up an impenetrable firewall on T-Bug's subnet. The netrunner would never see her coming. Her face flashed on the screen of Lyric's holo as she answered the call. "Hey, Lyrica. Long time no talk. What can I do for you?"
"So what's up with this job that Jackie brought V this morning?" She masked her emotions with that of blatant obliviousness. T-Bug was a netrunner, her job was to crack codes, break through firewalls and hack into system mainframes. Which was all something Lyric could do in the flash of an eye. She knew that T-Bug would be blind to a mask of emotion. She knew it would keep her in the light while Lyric worked her magic in the dark.
"That? You got nothing to worry about. It's a totally secure job with a legit fixer." She answered while Lyric chuckled. Without warning, within her cybernetic coding box, to which no one else could see, T-Bug appeared in the cybernet. Her hologram appeared beside T-Bug, which not only caused the netrunner to jump, but end the call. "How the hell-"
"You're going to lie to me and tell me that Dexter DeShawn is a real legit fixer?" Lyric was directly connected to the electrical wires that led to the entire internet. She used her intelligence and natural techincal ingenious to bring herself to T-Bug's net location. There, even in her mind, she could type out lines of code at lightning speed. Speak her mind without even saying a word. "You set this up. And I'm just here to give you a warning. If anything, and I mean anything happens that puts V in danger, I will fry your circuits from the inside out. And much like this little trick of mine, you'll never see me coming." Without giving her a chance to answer, Lyric reached behind her head, and disconnected the link. She sipped her milkshake until it was done.
She was exhausted now. Her vision hazed, she shook her head in an ill attempt to force the pain away. Standing, her vision shifted. Quickly, she hacked into the minds of the people around her, making it so they wouldn't notice as she walked out wincing in pain. Simple excerises such as that cost her so much. Her strength was deteriorating rapidly as of late. She didn't want V to see her that weak. She didn't want anyone to see her that way. Carefully and calmly, she made her way back to Vik's. She knew he'd have an immunity injection for her waiting.
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"Hey, V, Doctor Vektor will see you now." Misty said but V was still staring out the doorway. This was unlike Lryic and it made her worry. Normally, they went to Vik's together. Vik would give Lyric an autoimmunity injection to keep her from being in pain and to stop her illness from progressing. It was completely unlike Lyric to just walk off like that.
"I'll sit tight over here. Me 'n' Misty got a little catching up to do." Jackie's words passed over V's mind, bringing her back from her inner thoughts. The backdoor of the esoterica opened as V approached it. The back alley to Vik's clinic was littered with all kinds of people. Some chrome junkies looking for a discounted deal, some homeless looking for their next meal. A hairless sphinx cat sat perched on the top stair down to the clinic. V bent down, petting the cat. Lyric always wanted a pet, maybe after this gig V would be able to get her one.
The doors to Vik's clinic opened; Vik Vektor sat on his surgical stool watching a match on his screen. His wife, Miyoko, stood behind him, her thumbs rotating in counter clockwise circles on his trapeze muscles. Miyoko Vektor was a friend of Lyric's long before V had met her six months ago. Miyoko, looked up at the sound of the doors opening and smiled at V. "Viky, spry as ever, you old ripper. Mimi, it's good to see you." Mimi was Lyric's nickname for her friend. Only close friends were allowed to call Miyoko that. That included V.
"Hey, V. No Lyric today?" Mimi asked, noticing that they weren't tied at the hip as they usually were.
"No, she had some errands to run." V said, awkwardly shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Vik and Miyoko shared a glance before Vik turned to V.
"Well, it's good to see you too, V. It's been a while. To what do I owe the pleasure today?"
"Last gig - had to jack into a client's neurosocket. I think I mighta gotten spiked. Lyric's scan showed a mild virus." V walked across the room, standing by Vik's ripper chair. He glanced once more at his wife, who kissed his cheek before stepping out of the clinic.
"Experiencing migraines, nausea, hypersensitivity to bright lights?" He asks, following V over the to ripper chair. Quickly, he injects his cramped forearm with a localized muscle relaxer. He gives his hand a once over before turning to V who shrugs her shoulders.
"Whole kit and kaboodle."
"All right, kid. We'll sort you out in a flash. Chair please? A little bit of anesthesia and you won't feel a thing." Vik promised, V crawled up into the seat. Glancing down at the mechanics, a four prong injector pressed into the soft flesh of her inner forearm. The room spun and V pressed her head back into the chair, "Lights out for a moment, kay?" Vik asked. All the while, V thought of Lyric. Was she all right while running her errands? Hopefully, she wasn't dealing with a blackout episode alone. She thought of her girlfriend's perfect brown eyes, taking a deep breath before everything went black.
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Asker from the other blog. Why do you like them?
I'll put this as a long post since well, it's gonna be long. You don't have to agree with how i word things. I struggle a lot at it, especially since im sick rn :') Contains spoilers for newer MW, or just MW in general
MW SECTION
Price - I thought he was pretty cool. Obviously he aint changed much between Classic and Modern, maybe a bit more humanity between the two, but I genuinely liked his character! He seems like the guy who tries not to care, but is the most caring of them all. A captain who wants to bring everyone back home if he can. (Made me sad when he was upset he couldn't bring Sandman and his crew back after rescuing the russian president)
Soap - He's a dork, and a smart one at that. I love how in the Classic he's like "im a hard man >:(" but god damn he cared, and in the Modern he's more care free, but still capable of his work. I love he's the go-to for explosives, and I hate how he was done dirty TWICE! He better be alive in the newer one, just saying. I also love his relationship with everyone. Just the guy you look up to.
Ghost- First of all, who doesn't love Ghost? He's adorable! Just wanna give him lots of comfort hugs. Like price, he doesn't seem like he cares, but is also the most caring of them all (The fact he could have left Roach behind but kept him going is just HFGHDGH). I hate how he and Roach died, but I'm glad Ghost got another shot in the newer game, and he's extra bad-ass (and tall, holy shit dude, cut those shins off).
Roach - The little bug is my favourite. I love how theres so many headcanons of how he looks (In my eyes, he's short, but to each their own. I love every version of him!) Though we don't know fuck all about him, I like that he was featured in that one live action movie with the fellas! I'm annoyed they never added him to Modern MW, but there's still time I suppose? I would have loved to see him in action. Not much to speak about with this guy besides the head-canons, and how he (we make him) act in the games, the guy who goes in first.
Nikolai - I liked him in both games, but I love how he was more active in MW1, and that he just went "nah Gaz is dead" in MW2 like, sir, have faith in him. He was pretty cool in the Classic games too, giving pointers, and helping Yuri and Price as much as he could in the endgame of the classic.
Yuri - Despite his rocky start, I actually liked him. He deserved so much better, but I'm glad he died doing what he thought was right, though I wish he had survived. He didn't have to help the team, but he did his best despite being looked down on by Price. I'm glad he had a friend in Nikolai, and I assume Soap as well.
Sandman - Dude was fucking cool. I love how he genuinely cared for his team. When Frost and the others in the truck fell into the hole that opened up in the parking lot, he didn't need to come down to check on them, but he did, and stuck with them. I'm so mad about the way he died. He deserved to see it through until the end, but he was more worried about getting Yuri, Price, and the President out than himself, and his team stayed by his side. That man is a damn hero.
Frost - I love the headcanons about this guy too (especially being mute). Not much to say about him since he's less fleshed out unlike Roach, but I just think he's neat
Farah - Fucking boss lady who deserves all the help in the world. I absolutely love her and she's just so bad-ass. I hyped when I played MW2 and saw her on the motorbike. Like damn girl, you go get Laswell. Brain can't think much for her, but I just like her a lot!
Alex - Absolute badass of a man, sad he didn't appear much after MW1, but he was just so cool, and the fact he was willing to sacrifice himself? (Glad he did survive). Just, absolute cool fella.
Laswell - Another boss lady who, god damn, I bet she could fight an entire room by herself if you annoy her enough. I love how she has an air of authority, but god damn, she loves that little 141 team and their silliness.
AW SECTION
Mitchell - An absolute dork, not too smart, but he's super loyal and I love that about him. The fact he kept fighting for what his friend believed in despite losing his arm, and then being betrayed by his boss. Like, damn? At least he got to work with the people he worked with before.
Gideon - Dude is a badass, and I adore him. When I first played the game, I loved his name, and his arrogance. But god damn, if he ain't leader material. A lot of headcanons out there were about him being a descendant of Price, and if it were true, I would not be surprised. He's like, the nicer version of Price. The fact he risked everything to betray Irons and join Mitchell and co, just because he did begin to have doubts but needed extra proof. He's rescued Mitchell on so many occassions, and I just love it dhgfdugh. Fun fact: There's only one mission he isn't in, and that's when you infiltrate the party at Irons' home.
Ilona - She's so cool! She's always got a plan until things go haywire, then she looks to Cormack or Gideon for advice, because she trusts them both wholeheartedly. I'm sad she wasn't part of the final mission, but I like she was the one guiding them.
Cormack - He deserved better, and so did Knox. They died horribly for what they believed in. Even his death upset Gideon, and that goes to show how much this man meant to everyone. He didn't like Gideon at first, but I'm happy he grew to respect him, and vice versa. I love how he sincerely cared for his crew and tried to keep them safe, and he wasn't afraid to tell Irons what he thought.
Joker - Dude only appears for a few missions, but his name absolutely fits him. He's hilarious, and I love that he listened to Gideon when being told to stand down. I do wonder what happened to him when Gideon left, though I love to think he joined too, and worked in the background to find loopholes in Irons' work.
IW SECTION
Reyes - Dudes cool, and I like he had an idea for everything. He might not have been the best captain of the Ret, but he was the best captain for the crew on board. He wanted to bring everyone home, and he was going to die trying, and I love that about him. The way he went out was sad tbh.
Ethan - Who doesn't love a sassy sentient robot who thinks of his captain as a brother? I love that he didn't mind being used a few times, because he's a robot, near indestructible. The fact he tried to keep Reyes safe while in space was really sweet, and that his joints locked so he wouldn't let Reyes go until they were both found. The way he died was bittersweet, and I'm glad it was Reyes that sent him off.
Salter - She doesn't get enough recognition, and I'm mad. She was the same rank as Reyes, and basically became second in command for Reyes. Like Ethan, she wanted to keep Reyes alive, and hell, she got on with Ethan too. I'm sad she didn't get much extra in the game.
Mac - She was stern and definitely brutal, but that's what makes her special. She tried to get Reyes to see her point of view, and the fact she was a Captain before? But I'm glad she learnt to see his way slightly in the way, even if she didn't like it. The fact she sacrificed herself to protect the people in the hallway while also destroying the drone dropper was badass, but sad. Also cried during her little speech you get at the credit scene.
Gator - Absolute dork. Dorkiest dork. and I fucking love him. He didn't get much either, but he was so brave in the final few missions. He died horribly, and I hate it. His end credit speech made me cry too. He seemed so proud.
Griff - Dude has a mix of Alex and Soap vibes. Love his name, love his attitude. We didn't get to see his death, but his end credit speech was depressing but sweet. Just a guy who wanted his dad to know he was happy to join up and hoped his dad was proud. He sounded so awkward, but who wouldn't? I love he always gave Reyes weapon recommendations.
A lot of these repeat themselves, but that's how I feel. All in all, all of them are badasses, and a lot of them deserved better. I work on Au's a lot, so you bet your ass all of these guys are still alive and well.
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Tarot project, again! A friend’s gremlin.
And no new art after that for the week, internet’s broken.
#tarot#ten of pentacles#that's way way too much circles to put in okay?#Yes the sun is embroidered painting#Friend already yelled me that I'm a mad person#The lady's eyes bug me so much it's the first thing I'm changing when I'm back on it#My art#blood elf#high elf#Warlock#Falculaire#Sal'danis
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Biggest Commanding - BBC Sherlock
Sherlock x Reader
genre: fluff!
words: 2,227 words
character: Holmes family
summary: Mycroft being beyond sucks
"Hi." You step tiny inside the Holmes's residence. "It's Y/N Y/L/N! Nice to meet you." You extended your hand towards the old lady, Mrs Holmes but, she didn't take it. That made you feel as downcast just as you imagined last night.
Before, Mrs Holmes smiled and said. "No need to be so formal, dear. We know who each other are." She still didn't take your hand. However, now you smile. Instead, she leaned in for a hug, not giving you a chance to accept or protest. You looked over her shoulder and saw Mr Holmes grinning. You beamed back, knowing that you're accepted. Whether she approved or not, you knew it was a different story.
"Now," she started, pulling away. "I've made sandwiches. I made soup as well, it's chilly out. I hope you like soup." She told you quickly. "I love it." You assured and nodded to her. "Good! Well. Come to have a seat, and- Oh! You might want to go put your things away first, won't you, love?" She turned to her husband. "Will you watch the soup for a moment? I'll take her up."
Mr Holmes walked towards the stovetop while Mrs Holmes grabbed your arm, looping it through hers as she led you through a sitting room moreover towards a staircase. She took one of your bags- you took the other, making sure you got the heaviest one. The staircase was narrow, so she let your arm go made you walk upfront. You stopped at the end of a corridor, uncertain which room she wanted you to enter. "The second door on your right, love." She ordered you opened the door.
Immediately you knew that this was not a guest bedroom. This was Sherlock bedroom. And it was spotless, they cleaned it. You look around surprisingly. "I left everything as he left it right there. I only come into dust every so often." Mrs Holmes shrugged from the doorway.
You walked into the room, putting your suitcase on the bed before walking and glancing at the shelves. It was somewhat different from Baker Street. There were no skeletons of bugs or dead butterflies forced to a white background for science, just books and small trophies from school and uni. A woods desk with an old 90's computer sat on it, obviously never used anymore. The bed was large, set in the middle of the wall, a nightstand on each side, one housing a lap while the other had a stack of books on top of it.
You glanced to the other side, seeing a guitar old and not used often, leaning against a wall. "He never told me he played." You pointed to it, looking back at Mrs Holmes. She nodded. "A little. Ever so often when we passed his room we heard him playing with it. He never played for us. The violin was his calling, though. He loved that most of all."
You smiled, knowing all too well that her statement was one hundred per cent true.
She chuckled. "He used to play that thing at ungodly hours at night when he was home from uni. He was an adult, so there was not much we could do, we couldn't ground him, but it annoyed us to no end! We were always having to bang on the door and ask him to stop, then, of course, he would complain about not being able to sleep and that it was the only way he could get his mind to settle down."
"Some things never change." You nodded your head in agreement. "I'm sorry, I can't tell you how many times I've woken up to the violin in the middle of the night." She shook her head. "Well, we'll just have to talk then."
You smiled and began studying around some more when something caught your eye. The walls were bare except from the one small corner, littered with newspaper clippings and note cards with Sherlock handwriting scrawled on them. "Is this his first case wall?" You asked, pointing to the mess tacked to the wall. She nodded proudly and you looked a little closer. "Carl Powers," you read the name out loud Mrs Holmes stepped further into the room to admire the wall with you.
"I remember when all of that happened. Still young, but he knew something wasn't right about it. He made a huge fuss with the police, we tried to get him to calm down, but he knew something about the case was off. He was right, of course." She said with a hint of sadness, but you couldn't tell if it was guilt for not doing more to help her son in his endeavour to get justice or if it was great for the young boy smiling in the newspaper ad.
"He was right," you take her hands lightly squeeze, beaming. But you don't want to tell her how he solved it. "This was the beginning he's never taken it down?" You wondered.
"I think he was always trying to figure it out himself. It kept him up at night, poor thing. Mycroft thinks he's emotionless, but I'm sure he cares immensely for other people. He just doesn't know how to how it." She smiled sorrowfully and turned to you. "But you knew that, of course."
You smiled a little as well and nodded. "Why else would he do what he does and demand that Scotland Yard take all credit?" She smiled looped your arm through hers again. "Lunch?"
"Lunch." You agreed, walked with her out of the room, turning out the light.
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The evening went well. The dinner was delicious like Sherlock promised. You now felt at ease there, having spent the past few hours helping Mrs Holmes prepare the dinner and chatting with Mr Holmes. You learned that Sherlock got his musical talents from his father, surprisingly, who taught his children how to play different instruments. He taught Mycroft piano at a young age, claimed that Mycroft was one of the best child pianists he had ever known. He even confessed to teaching a few children in the area how to play.
Mrs Holmes, on the other hand, was more into the sciences and maths than the arts. She tutored them until they were enrolled into a public school years later than most kids. After being homeschooled for so long, the brothers admitted that public school was a nightmare and that the private schools were no different. They would much rather be home, sitting on the sofa with their mummy, drinking tea while working on equations children their age should have no idea existed.
After dinner, Mrs Holmes made tea and had some small cakes for dessert while Sherlock spoke with his father about how you both met. "I still can't get over it." Mr Holmes said, gesturing to you. "Sherlock has a girlfriend." He laughed gleefully along with Mrs Holmes while Mycroft looked confused. "A Girlfriend?" He asked loudly, getting his parent's attention.
"Yes, didn't you know?" Mr Holmes asked as Mrs Holmes grabbed her teacup and went to sit in the armchair beside her husband's. "They're dating."
"Are they?" Mycroft asked repeatedly. You saw the smile smirk that crept onto his face, glared at him along with Sherlock. He was about to start something and wouldn't have to deal with the mess. "I wasn't aware they were dating. I was under the impression that they were married."
Mycroft Holmes would have died tragically and would be unable to recognise if looks could kill, at that moment you wished that they could. And Sherlock'll agree with you.
"Why were you under that impression, Myc?" You saw Mycroft squirm at the nickname, but he was relentless. "Because I was there when they signed the marriage contract at the registry office."
Mrs Holmes's teacup his her saucer, you swore the noise was so loud the whole house shook. For the first time that night, you saw Mr Holmes truly completely drowning in shock.
And. Mycroft was sitting in the middle of it all, grinning like the cat that had just eaten the mouse.
That as- F***
"Married?!" Mrs Holmes exclaimed angrily. She was looking at Sherlock, who had a mouthful of cake that he was trying to swallow, but you were sure his mouth was too dry safely do, so. "Married?" She repeated as Sherlock gulped tea down quickly, trying to wash down the cake so he could answer. You didn't dare to open your mouth to speak -there was no telling what they thought of you now. You are just standing dead.
"Yes." He answered finally. "But it was for a good reason, a very good reason, but you must know we are very happy, it would have happened eventually I-"
"Married!" She cut him off. "And you didn't tell me? We didn't get an invitation or a card in the mail? No phone calls or pictures? One of the biggest milestones in your life-"
"Arguably-"
"Sherlock Holmes!" She groaned as you drank tea in your hands, staring down the floor. "You will listen, no sass. One of the biggest milestones in your life! You leave us out of it entirely! How dare you!" She accused.
"Listen, let me explain, it was a spur of the moment de-"
"I'm sure it was, I don't doubt that. If it wasn't you probably would have thought to send your poor old mother a picture at most."
"Mu-"
"Don't 'mummy' me. You are married and kept it a secret. Why?" Sherlock glanced around and saw you biting your lips, wondering if he would be able to talk now. He had a sassy comment at the ready but decided it would be best to keep it to himself. "It was for a case."
"Everything is nowadays," Mycroft mumbled. Mrs Holmes sent him a glare and, you were genuinely afraid of her at that moment. "What did your marital status have to do with a case?" She questioned. "It's a long story." He prefaced. Mrs Holmes put her teacup down, leaning back in her chair.
"I've got all night. Spill."
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You walked into the kitchen as Mrs Holmes was washing up the dishes. "Is there anything that I can do?" You asked. You were worried she was angry with you. You felt like you were back to square one: speaking softly and wringing your hands almost raw. Instead of looking at you and telling you to get lost, as you expected, Mrs Holmes turned with a tiered smile and shook her head. "I'm alright, thanks." She turned back to her work.
You breathe in, take a few more steps, breathe throughout from your mouth. "Can we talk, then?" Your face turns pale. She turned the tap off, drying her hands with a dishtowel as she turned to you once more. "Of course."
You walked further into the room once again, taking a deep, shaky breath. "I just wanted you to know that it was never my-our- intention to keep it a secret from you. I thought Sherlock would have told you and, I thought that was his place to break the news to you both. I never intended for there to be secrets. When I came here, I thought you had allowed me to stay with full knowledge of what happened. I-"
She takes your hands in hers to stop you, smile. "Do you love him?" She asked simply.
"I do."
"And you care for him."
"I do, very much."
She grinned again, giving your hands a soft squeeze as you do it with her earlier. "What does your family say?"
"We haven't told them yet, either. Since the marriage was a matter of circumstances, we've only told them that we're engaged. Sherlock didn't mention it, but we are planning a ceremony in next year and privacy to keep both our family safely." She nodded. "And I'll get an invitation to this one?"
"Yours is the first invitation we mail out."
She began chuckling, hugging you again and squeezing your hands once more before leaving the kitchen, abandoning the washing up. If you hadn't been giddy with joy that Mrs Holmes seemed to still like you, you would have finished. Instead, you stood there in shock for a moment, wondering what in the world you were going to do to get Mycroft back to pay you for causing the worst and most awkward moment in your entire life.
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Later. Sherlock shut the door to his room, finally unpacking some of his things. His mother passed him down the corridor, but instead of passing, she stopped him, putting something in his hands. "I've just gone to get my pearls for her, but I thought this would be more fitting if you gave this to her too. What's kind of marriage that you both don't have a ring?"
With that she left him there, disappearing into her room to find the pearls that had been passed down for generations. As she passed, though.
Sherlock saw that something different. It's was missing from her hand. He looked into his hand, finding the ring. The engagement ring belonged to his grandmother, given to his mother, and now be given to his wife.
You had received it. That was,
Biggest Commanding: Mummy Holmes's Approval, Y/N get appointed to be Mrs Holmes.
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The monster trio Destroying their s/o Nest !
{The idea of the trio destroying their omega's nest was really funny to begin with}
Warning: None, well there is slightly little bit if bad language
Monkey D.Luffy 🍖🍖🍖
🍖Luffy didn't know what happened
🍖One minute he was care freely running around than the next he tripped landing on a pile of clothes blankets and stuff animals .ect
🍖In all honesty he didn't think much of it, I mean it just clothes...
🍖But No!
🍖This dumb meat brain picks it up stuffing the items into whatever drawer or closet he could find, thinking he did a good "clean up" duty.
🍖And just runs off to continue playing with Usopp and Chopper.
🍖Later on when you return with Sanji from the local market that the Sunny is currently dock at.
🍖"Thanks for the help, (Y/n)." Sanji said as he and placed down the groceries in the kitchen.
🍖"No prop." You smiled leaving the cook to his work, the blond gleefully started cooking for dinner knowing he has a lot to do.
🍖With Luffy on the crew he won't just be feeding one person more like an army in fact.
🍖(Y/n) left as they walked back on deck feeling the warm air and relaxing atmosphere around them it was all quite but all good things must come to an end.
🍖"Hey, (Y/n) check out this beetle it's as big as my hand look look!" (Y/n) turned seeing their captain, (Y/n)'s alpha their bonded mate.
🍖Luffy happily ran to his omega wanting to show them the bug which they flinch at, (Y/n) despised insects just as much as Nami and Sanji does so naturally they back up a little away from their lovingly childish alpha
🍖"No thanks Luffy but I'm going to take a nap."
🍖"Yeah! Than I'll take one with you." Luffy jumped around excited to spend time with his s/o.
🍖Placing the bug down rush after his omega following them down to a specific room below deck.
🍖When (Y/n) open the door they seemed a little confused thinking they must have walked into the wrong room.
🍖No this is the right room
🍖What happened ? It's all gone!!!
🍖An omega's Nest usually a place where an omega can be comfortable, whether if they are in heat or just having a bad day.
🍖But where's (Y/n) nest?
🍖"Luffy where i-is my n-nest?" (Y/n) questioned pointing at the empty room infront of them tears building up into their eyes body trembling as they point to the "missing nest" looking over their shoulder at Luffy who seemed confused.
🍖The alpha could scent that their omega is in distress and anger.
🍖"Nest? Huh?... All that was in there was a blankets and pillows what nest?"
🍖"Luffy what happened to my nest?" At this point Luffy's s/o was in full blown tears sobbing and whimpering.
🍖"(Y/n) I don't know what you're saying? All I did was clean up you know being grown up like you said." Luffy laughed being clueless like always.
🍖"Luffy you idiot!" (Y/n) yelled slamming the door in Luffy's face.
🍖Don't worry he didn't stay clueless forever, Nami saw the he thing go down.
🍖Gave him a hell of a beating.
🍖Afterwards explains to him what he did wrong in the most simplest way possible to screw it through his thick head.
🍖(Y/n) with a tears stain face and a sad look quietly took out blankets and pillows where every they could find some scenting a few stuff animals, working on repairing thier nest little whimpers leaving thier lips everytime the fortress flops apart.
🍖Soft knocks traveled from the door catching (Y/n) attention.
🍖"hey~" Luffy's head peaks through a purr leaving his mouth as he tries to lighten the situation and calming his omega.
🍖"What?" (Y/n) says wanting to sound mean but it came off more of a sob.
🍖"Sorry. My omega." Luffy placed his strawhat onto (Y/n) head it was filled with his scent calming down the sad omega, the hat (Y/n) wore many times before Luffy wouldn't easily let others wear it, other than those who he trusts with all his heart.
🍖"I'll help you." Luffy sat down on his knees next to (Y/n) taking up a few pillows into his arrms
🍖"Thank, you Alpha." (Y/n) wrapped their arms around Luffy's neck taking in a long breath of his scent.
🍖"Can, can you also scent a few things, please."
🍖"Yeah!"😃
🍖"And I'll start with you!"😚
🍖"W-what?!"😳
Roronoa Zoro ⚔⚔⚔
⚔Yes Zoro knows what nesting is
⚔The only way he knew was when his s/o direactly came up to him and told him.
⚔He didn't mind he secretly thought it was cute, rare to see such a adorable omega, his omega crawled into their nest looking all comfy and happy.
⚔But over time he started missing clothes, he just shrugged it off, not really caring cause he knows you have been sneaking some of his stuff into your nest.
⚔Like every omega they want their alpha's scent near them for comfort emotional times or during heat.
⚔He couldn't care less
⚔but he'd still scent anything you ask, he would even do it when you don't ask.
⚔But there's one thing (Y/n) wanted more than any piece of Zoro's clothes in their nest
⚔Zoro's haramaki.
⚔It was hard for them too just go up and ask him for it, he'd say no cause he usually carrying his swords with it.
⚔So all they could do was steal it when the marimo was in the shower.
⚔It was successful!
⚔The green haired swordsman, Alpha didn't noticed it was missing till he tried placing his swords in thier place but instead dropped to the ground though to the missing Haramaki that was not around his hips.
⚔At first he thought he must have misplaced it.
⚔He even ended up looking in the laundry room but no luck.
⚔Until his omega that means the whole world to him came to his mind, you must have seen it right?
⚔At first you denied it, "No. I haven't? Last I saw it you were wearing it." (Y/n) try their best to keep Zoro's off their tail and laying to your alpha feels like your betraying them.
⚔Somehow he ended up looking in your nest, he felt bad about invading your privacy but he has to have his Haramaki back he just gotta.
⚔But it was also weird that (Y/n) stop asking for stuff to be scent or being scented themselves.
⚔Zoro dig through the tent like nest pulling out blankets and throwing pillows out.
⚔Found It! His precious Haramaki.
⚔"Why would (Y/n) lay?" Zoro mumble to himself putting the Piece of clothes back on.
⚔"No! Stop destroying my nest!" A voice yelled at the alpha from behind as he was tackled to the ground.
⚔"Why did you had to find it this soon, I was going to give it back later." (Y/n) pouted giving Zoro puppy eyes tugging at the material around his hips.
⚔"So you took it, you know it's not good lay to you alpha, little omega~" Zoro smirked in quick movement pinning his omega down beneath him sitting in between their legs.
⚔"Bad Boy/Girl~ but why my Haramaki?" Zoro purred sending shivers down your spine the omega in you turned on by your dominant alpha, just hovering over you.
⚔"I wanted something... you use everyday."
⚔"mmmh~"
⚔"Well I'm going to have to punish you, I skipped too many training and napping sessions looking for this."
⚔"Wait, alpha-" (Y/n) was shut up before they could finish as the alpha above took them right there and then...
⚔Next thing you took was his bandana😏
Sanji Vinsmoke 🚬🚬🚬
🚬Sanji loves your nest, his in there everytime when you allowed it made him feel so special. Because he is. He is your alpha mate duh. especially when you have your heat😏
🚬Butttttttt now his currently in a huge crisis.
🚬how did it happen... well...
🚬A while ago he finished making some delicious tropical drinks for the ladies and yours is made the best of the best.
🚬He made it exactly to your liking with every thought of you in mind, it made his alpha very pleasing to serve you.
🚬Despite what genders his omega is or how they met, he'd be on his hands and knees giving you all he has.
🚬He happily bouncing into the room where his omega's nest was built.
🚬"Look what daddy brought you my pup~" Sanji sang kneeling down to the nest opening the cover looking in the nest like tent.
🚬His smile dropped when his s/o was nowhere to be seen, thinking you must have left for the bathroom or something?
🚬"Oh well."
🚬Suddenly the ship rocked, a wave or one of Luffy's stupid doings.
🚬.... That was the least of his worries...
🚬The drink slipped from the tray spilling into (Y/n) nest!!!!
🚬😱!!!!!!!!!!!😱
🚬This was the end of him.
🚬That bring us to how he ended up in this situation to begin with.
🚬"No no no no no no !!!" Sanji panic pulling out the wet blankets and pillows with some of his shirts or pants.
🚬You just recently gave him free access at anytime to be in your nest, after this your not going to near your nest in his life time again
🚬He broke your trusts
🚬He shattered his nesting fantasies
🚬Its all down the drain
🚬is what he currently felt like while pulling all the wet stuff out.
🚬At some point the blanket he was pulling got stuck so he pulled harder bringing down the hole nest came crashing down.
🚬Now his fucked.
🚬Sinking to his weak knees as he tears drip from his eyes he got to an ugly sobbing, and his scent change to a gloomy disgusting scent one that he doubt you would want to be scented in.
🚬And worst of all fear of you declining a bond between the two of you.
🚬...
🚬(Y/n) opened the door immediately catching the sight of their alpha on the floor kneeling infront of the door his forehead though the floor boards.
🚬"Daddy, what happened?" You looked at your destroyed nest behind him and his scent made you hold you nose shutting it tightly for the first time, glance back down at the blonde, worried and confused.
🚬"Icameintogiveyoudrinkthanshipmovelostbalancedroppeddrinkonnesttridetockeanbutmadeitworstpleasedontleavemeilldoanything!!!!!!"
🚬"Huh?" (Y/n) titled their head to the side not getting anything he said, kneeling down on front of him, "Its okay, I can just fix the nest stop crying, is okay alpha." (Y/n) purred letting off a relaxing soft and sweet scent as he cooled him down his nerves stopped sky rocketing.
🚬Rubbing his back helped and your soft caring loving words lighten his atmosphere and his hopes.
🚬"Pup~"
🚬"Yes, daddy?~"
🚬"Sorry."
🚬"it's okay I'd never hate you for something that wasn't your fault, is fine your honest with me and tried to make it all better."
🚬"My pup~" Sanji yelled his mood completely turned squeezing the daylights out of his s/o
🚬"But you not allow in my nest for the next 2 weeks."
🚬*Sanji Instantly cried again*😭😭😭
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TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Summary:
Bucky and Sam are both in New York to finish their mission with the power broker, turns out to be Sharon Carter. The latter is not just the villain in this story, but you once got jealous of her as well when she tried to seduce your man.
Warning:
Swearing
Jealousy
Mention of Smut
"You know you could just call Bucky instead of being a grumpy old lady in here," Wanda pointed out as you accidentally dropped your pen for fifth time.
You and Wanda are doing some mission report in the house that you share together, the reports that you and Wanda are reading and discussing has something to do with the mission two had last week. But your mind is not completely concentrated to whatever the report says. Your mind is in New York, thinking of your man, Bucky Barnes.
"Come on, y/n," Wanda handed you your phone, "Just call him already. I know you're worried about the fact that he and Sam is there in New York to deal with the Sharon Carter," she raised her two hands to make air-quotation-marks upon mentioning Sharon's name.
You used to have no problem with Sharon, you actually wanted her to and Steve to enjoy each other's company before. But that was before. Before that witch became a villain in your lives. All along she is the power broker and she made a fool out of you all. Not just that, she even tried to seduce Bucky because she wanted to cover up her real identity. She put a substance on Bucky's drink to drug him and make it look like something happened to them, but before she could pull off her plan, you and Sam were able to stop her, however she escaped.
"Sam and Bucky are in New York to take that woman down, so I shouldn't feel worried about it anymore," you confidently said, realizing that Bucky promised that there's only woman in his life and that's you.
The two of you started dating a year ago now, but both of you just want to keep it unlabeled for now. But you won't deny the fact that you have been wanting to take it to the next level. There were times when you would ask yourself what is your right to get jealous if there's someone trying to steal your man, he's not even yours to begin with.
"Aren't you guys getting tired of the unlabeled thingy?" Wanda asked you as he closes the folder she's holding, "I mean, no offense, okay? But you clearly like each other. You guys have been dating for a year now and don't you think it's a bit unfair on your part?"
"Unfair, why?" you questioned her. "Wanda, it is also my choice to put it this way. We don't want to rush things about us," you explained.
"Yeah, I know that you guys are confident with your relationship as exclusively dating, but it's better to put label in it. Trust me, you should do it while you still can," she reached for you hand and gave it a squeeze as she smiles at you, "Vis and I didn't have much time. So you and Bucky should make it lasts while you can."
You can sense pain in Wanda's voice. It must've really hard for her to move on and accept her and Vision's fate. If you were in her place, you don't know what will make you stay in your sanity.
Wanda has always been a good friend to you. She has always give you advices and her presence in your life makes you understand the things you were having a hard time understanding, like love itself.
"Do you want some coffee?" Wanda asked you as she stood up from her seat, "I'll probably order some food as well, I'm starving."
Just when Wanda's about to leave to order food and coffee, your phone rang.
B U C K Y calling...
"Seems like your guy cannot live in a day without hearing your voice," Wanda teased before she made her way out, leaving you alone inside the family room.
You grabbed your phone and answered the call of your unofficial boyfriend.
"Hey, I've been texting you, but you're not replying. Are you okay?" he asked as soon as you accepted his call.
"Oh, yeah," you saw the multiple messages that came from him, but you weren't able to see it because you were too preoccupied with the reports and the fact that Sharon Carter is bugging your mind, "Sorry, just got a little mixed up with the mission reports. Wanda and I have been reading it for almost 2 hours."
First of all, you did not want to tell him about your issue with Sharon Carter, although he's already aware of it and he knows already that you got jealous and really angry of her for what happened. Second, you did not want him to feel like you don't trust him.
"How's the mission?" you asked him, changing the topic.
"Well, we finally caught Sharon red-handed. She's in custody right now and the investigation about her will start first thing in the morning tomorrow," he said. Even though they've already taken Sharon down, he and Sam have to stay in New York for a few more days since they have to stay for the investigation, "You, alright?"
You hate it when he knows something's wrong with you or something's bothering your mind. He can already sense it just by the way you breath or speak.
"You know that I know you already, right? So, tell me, what's bothering you?" he questions.
The sigh you let out confirmed his hunch, you're not gonna get away with it anyway so you might as well fire with it. You've always been so honest with him anyway.
"I'm just not so comfortable with the fact that Sharon Carter witch, God, I hope Agent Peggy Carter will forgive me for telling bad words about her niece," you heard him chuckle in the other end. "But God, I can't just forget what she did to you, what she almost did to you."
"You mean when she almost raped me?" he joked.
"Look, Bucky, it's not really funny, okay?" you groaned as you hear him chuckle again on the other line.
"I get it, y/n. Okay? I get it. You have to stop worrying about it, okay? It won't happen ever again. Besides, after this mission, I won't be involved in anything about Sharon anymore. And I also want to take you out again, something that I haven't done for a while now," he reassured you.
It's true that two of you haven't gone on a date for quite some time, as both of you got busy with different things, especially in saving the world and humankind. But it's not really something that bothers you. He still makes you feel special in different ways.
"Buck," you remembered what Wanda advised you and you know you had to open it up to Bucky as soon as you could, "Can we also talk about us when you get back?" you hesitantly asked.
"What do you mean talk about us?" he sounded worried. You closed your eyes as you asked yourself if you did the right thing of opening it up to him this early, "Y/n, do you want us to stop? 'Cause if you do, you can just tell me now."
"Bucky, no," you answered immediately. God knows that's the very last thing you want to happen. You didn't want to lose him. "I just...I...I am...fuck!" you swore, you don't know how to tell him about it.
"Y/n, what's happening? Just tell me so we could do something about it."
You sighed as you prepare yourself to tell everything to him, "I know I was the one who told you and suggested that we should just do the unlabeled relationship because it's much easier that way, and it really was. We did not feel any pressure. We did not feel we have to rush or something, but I just got tired of it. I got tired of it the moment Sharon asked me a few months ago when the incident happened that what is my right to get jealous, to get mad, we're not even in a relationship. It hit me. That question fucking hit me. And here's Wanda telling me how we should make everything last while we can and I feel so guilty that we're taking our time for granted knowing that she and Vision did not get to their happy ending." You took a deep breath and closes your eyes for a second, "I didn't mean to pressure you or anything Bucky, I really don't. I just don't want to take what we have for granted."
After you let your feelings out, it took a few seconds before Bucky could finally answer you. His silence made you nervous but the moment you heard him chuckle, you felt a little relief.
"You're right, we should talk about us when I get back. I should put label to our relationship and I shouldn't make you feel that we're nothing, because you really mean the world to me, y/n. And it's about time we put this whole thing we have in the right pedestal," his words made you ease the embarassment and the awkwardness you're feeling. "Just stop thinking about Sharon, okay? I don't give a damn about her. The whole time I'm away from you all I think is how I would kiss your lips and every inch of your body."
You laughed by the fact that he's thinking of making love to you while he shove off the idea of Sharon Carter or any woman in his life, because there's only one woman in his life and that's you.
"You know I like it when I see you so possessive of me, makes me so eager to fuck you until you realized that you're the only woman I give a fuck," you could clearly hear him he was whispering.
You went out of the family room and went up to your room, giving you more privacy since the man you're talking to right now is starting to propose phone sex.
"Is it just me or you're whispering?" you innocently asked.
"Well, I'm not now. I just got inside my car so," he paused for a moment, "So prepare yourself 'cause I'll make you so wet that you'll wish I'm beside you tonight to attend to your needs."
"You wish," you teased him. "Come home first and I'll cum for you, you tease."
He chuckled, "I'm onto it, sweetheart. I'll ask Sam if I could leave early."
"And what excuse will you tell him?" you asked.
"I'll tell him that I need to make Y/N Y/L/N officially mine, officially my girlfriend. I'll also tell him that there's someone I need to help with her sexual needs," he's joking on the last part but his first sentence made your heart shiver and so excited at the same time.
"That's exciting, and tempting," you teased him back. "Why don't you start pumping your cock and imagine that I'm doing it for you? While I lay here in my bed, thinking of your vibranium fingers making me whimper and moan your fucking name?"
"You're killing me," he groaned and that gave you the sign that he's already pumping himself. "Remind me to punish you for teasing me like this when I get back."
Wanda is right. You should never waste the time you and Bucky have. You should never take anything for granted. Bucky told you that you mean the world to him, and he makes you feel that way, not just sexually, but in romantic way. He would swept you off of your feet. He would do anything for you. That is why if there's someone who'll ask you who are you in James Buchanan Barnes' life, you would just simply answer that you're the love of his life. Too proud to claim it but that's the truth.
No woman can ever make you feel threatened of her anymore, as Bucky claim you his and you claim him as yours day by day, night by night.
-v.dl
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Welcome to the Industry of Porn
Paring: Avengers X Female!Reader
Warnings: +18, heavy smut, drinking, slight angst in later chapters, fluff if you squint, and my English as usual.
Word Count: 3,451.
Summary: AU where the Avengers are Pornstars. It’s pretty self-explanatory.
Chapter: 4.
Chapter Title: A new kind of family
A/N: I finally graduated yall! So long college life! Sorry, this part took so long to post, but I had finals and graduation, and now I have to look for a job lmao. Nothing scandalous on this part, and won't until maybe the next one. which won't be you but two of my favorite characters. If you want to be tagged for this work or others please let me know by either commenting or sending me an ask.
The month after the glorious evening you and Cassie had in Las Vegas, life became full of surprises. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you hadn't expected to keep in touch with anyone you met at the party, but it seemed you had made a good impression because you were now friends with Bucky and Steve. Well, more like texting buddies as that was the only way the four—Cassie was also in the group chat Bucky had insisted on making as he found it annoying to send the same funny videos three times—could keep contact. It had started with funny videos Bucky would text you, and then Steve would send important news he found on the internet. You, of course, were confused but didn't say anything until Cassie had brought it up as she commented about a topic Steve had sent the both of you. You found it funny, really, almost ironic that you had seen those two fuck for porn and now they were trying to come up with a catchy nickname that they could bug you with. Again, ironic.
But that wasn't the only thing that had been a surprise, you had been seeing more of Tony as well. You knew that Stark was friends with the Russo's but something they had failed to mention during the party was that they were the directors behind most of the high-ranking adult movies the Avengers had. You had found out about it one week and a half after the party when you were shooting three different shorts for the Russo's, and Tony had paid a visit along with Jason. Cassie and you were confused to see both men there and had asked Joe after the day was over why they were there. He had opted to grin and say, 'he has new projects, and has been talking with Jason and us about 'em'. That had been enough for the both of you until he kept coming to every other shoot you had.
One morning, after having shot the first couple of scenes of the day, Jason knocked on the door of the room Cassie was waiting for you to finish taking a quick shower.
"Hey, what's up?" said Cassie as she opened the door to let the man in.
"Morning, I was looking for Y/n? is she still in the shower?" he asked as he looked around the bare room of the rented house where the scenes were being shot.
"Yup, she got some of it on her hair," said Cassie as she scrunched her nose. Jason huffed a laugh.
"I guess I would spend as much time in the shower if I had sperm all over my hair," he added as he took a seat on the bed, "I hope you don't mind if I wait here with ya?"
"Nah, it's fine." Cassie sat next to him as they heard your voice carry as you sang one of your favorite songs.
"So, why do you need to talk to Y/n?"
"I'm sure you and Y/n have seen Stark and I come in a couple of times," she nodded her head, "well, a couple of months ago he had to cut some people from his company and team, and he's been looking for new people and you and Y/n seem to have made an impression on him. And trust me, he rarely comes out to scout people, he has Maria Hill and Nick Fury for that."
"Wait, so you're saying that Stark wants Y/n?"
"Who wants me?" you asked as you opened the door of the bathroom, a bathrobe covering you as you used a towel to dry your hair.
"I was about to tell Cassie how Stark has personally made the time to speak with me, Joe, and Anthony so he can make a contract for you and Cassie," said Jason as he got up from the bed to face both of you and Cassie.
"What?!" you and Cassie shrieked at the same time.
"Stark has been talking to Joe and Anthony because you—" he pointed at you, "—are under contract with them, and he's been talking to me about you Cassie because he wanted to see the pictures you took of Y/n. He wants you to be part of his photography and video department."
It was silent.
Cassie sat still on the bed as she gaped at the man while you had stopped your movements with the towel still drying your wet hair. It seemed like a whole five minutes before you or Cassie moved or said anything.
"Are you pulling our legs?" you asked as you approached Cassie and sat next to her.
"I know, it sounds crazy, the man himself has been at our necks trying to make sure nothing can stop him from hiring you both," he said with a smile.
"Fuck," exclaimed Cassie as she finally looked at you. You looked at her with the same wide eyes.
"Yes."
"Excuse me?" said Jason as he looked at you. You had whispered your answer.
"Tell Stark we're in, we'll sign."
Jason smiled wider as he took his phone out of his pocket to call Tony.
Tony Stark had set up a meeting the next morning as soon as Jason had said the words 'they're in' to him. And so, the next morning, you and Cassie drove to the once 'Stark Enterprises' building which was now called 'Avengers Tower' which was the name Bucky had said the building was called. The building was tall, with numerous amount of floors that you both could only guess what they were for. Down on the first floor was only a front desk with a young woman.
"Good morning, how can I help you?" said the woman with an Irish accent.
"Morning, we're here for a meeting with Tony Stark," said Cassie with a smile. The woman asked for your last name as well as Cassie's before she let you take the elevator indicating to press 93 to arrive at Tony's office floor.
"I still can't believe we're here to sign a deal with Tony Stark so we both can work here. Like, my brain can process it still," you said as you shifted on your spot as your anxiety rose.
"You can't process it? Imagine me! I'm not even graduated and I'm about to have a job that is willing to take me even before I receive my damn diploma. Stark seems to be in a hurry if you ask me," said Cassie as she glanced at the changing numbers on the panel.
"I know, I mean Jason did tell you that he had lost some people, so maybe he's one of those people that can't be at peace if things are not to their liking, kinda like you," you said as you chuckled at the last part. As you conversed with Cassie, your nerves calmed. The doors opened announcing your arrival on the last floor of the building.
The floor was as spacious as the first floor, but this time the floor was part lobby—which was ridiculously fancy—and part Stark's office. The doors to his office were open, so he raised his head when you and Cassie came out of the elevator.
"The ladies of the hour," he said as he stood from his chair and walked around his desk as he approached you both while you two walked into his office. Which was fancy as well, full of weird tech gadgets.
"I'm glad the two of you decided to make a deal with me," he said as he signaled to the chairs in front of his desk.
You both took your seats as Tony walked over a small cabinet that to no one's surprised ended up being a wine cabinet.
"I know it's early, but would you two like a glass of wine? It's not every day I hire people," he said as he took out a wine bottle.
"Sure, why not," you said, and Cassie nodded. Soon, you three were sitting down and with a glass of wine in hand.
"Alright, so I know a lot about you Y/n which is why I know I want you to work for me. But you, Cassie, I don't know much about you aside from your work with photography. Do you know anything else aside from photography?"
Cassie cleared her throat as she felt all eyes on her.
"I know video editing, but my main focus has always been photography. I did take two semesters where I focused on digital design, but that was before I decided to just double major on photography and creative writing," she said.
"Creative writing?" he asked as he sipped his wine.
"Yeah, but that was because of the number of writing courses I had to take as GEN-ED courses and was recommended to just double major so I wouldn't have random credits," she said while she shrugged.
"So, you're good at writing?"
"Not as good as Miss almost-a-journalism-major over here," she said as she pointed at you, which made you groan. She knew how it annoyed you to be reminded of your failed attempts to make it through college.
You expected Tony to laugh along with Cassie who let out a chuckle at your reaction, but Tony looked at you with raised eyebrows but before you could ask anything, he smiled and pulled out two contracts along with two fountain pens.
"Well, I guess that's good to know because the position I want you to have involves a little of everything of what you do," he sat back on his chair, "I want you to be head of the department. The last person was fired because it turned out I was trusting the wrong kind of people, so this time I wanted something fresh to erase the mark they left and teach new things to those who stayed here. Your job, if you take it, will involve taking pictures of my starts when they work. I will have to work on the schedule that way you know who you'll be working with, sometimes you'll have another person with you because there are never too many pictures when they're good. You will also be asked to keep up with the video vlogs some of my starts have, you just gotta make sure they're submitting good things. You will have a team for that, you want a good video done, they'll do it, but you can always do it yourself if you want. And lastly, every year two of my departments come together for the yearly special issue but that is still months away, so no need to worry about it right now. So, Cassie, can I trust that you will be able to do this?"
You and Cassie were speechless at the number of things she would have to do. Your job was easy: act, fuck, and repeat. Hers? There's a reason why you dropped out of college, and she didn't. She could do it.
"I'll admit, it is scary the number of things I would be doing, but Mr. Stark, I can assure you that I will give my one-thousand-percent for this opportunity. I will not break that trust, sir."
She understood that it was serious, therefore you did try to hold a chuckle at how formal she sounded with him contrary to what she had sounded back at the party.
Tony took a minute to analyze Cassie's face before he gave a chuckle and grinned.
"Cassie, you have me convinced that I am making the right choice by adding you to my team," he pushed the contracts toward you both, one for you and one for Cassie, "Now, you Y/n, I already know I want you here and if I'm being honest, I have some people that were quick to tell me that you are one of the few that actually take this job seriously. It's hard to find that professionalism these days. So, here are the contracts. I know this was super last minute, so you can get comfortable outside and read them over. If you have any questions or want to go over any section of the contract, just walk right in."
With that, you both grabbed the contract. Cassie made herself comfortable on the big couch, she held a groan as the comfy couch could make her fall asleep within seconds, you opted for the lone sofa.
Neither of you could believe it was really happening, you were minutes away from signing with the brand that introduced you to this world, and Cassie was also minutes away from signing with the same brand she never thought she would be working for, and she was sure no other job would offer her an important position like the one Tony was trusting her with. It was all too surreal, yet it felt right. It felt like this was the right path and life had finally been kind enough to shed some light toward it.
While you were almost done with the contract, the last couple of pages talked about one of the offers/benefits if you worked for the company: living accommodations. You read over it carefully as it seemed like it was too good to be true. The building was not only the headquarters, but it also housed all the stars and the majority of the staff that work at the company. It was not mandatory, but each of the house-floors offered up to ten rooms, one full kitchen, one spacious common area, and each bedroom offered a personal full bathroom, and a spacious room with a queen-sized bed—which could be changed if you opted to buy a different one—and you could decorate the room however you wanted. Everything was paid for, there was no rent, but you would be in charge of your own groceries, necessities, and room furniture. The pay was good, the deal was great, the decision was made.
You showed Cassie what you had finished reading, and she had to read it from her contract to believe it. It was no surprise when she said that she would have to rent her apartment to the other college students because there was no way in hell she was going to pass out on living here along with you. Besides, the drive to the university was long from here.
Soon after that you both took a deep breath and signed the contract. Now, Tony needed to sign, and it would be a sealed deal.
You both, with grins on your face, walked in and Tony, upon seeing you both, clapped his hands and grabbed the contracts you both had set on the desk for him. He scanned it over and smiled when he saw that you both had signed for the living arrangements as well. He looked up with a bright smile.
"Well, only one thing left to do," he grabbed his pen and signed where he needed it. "Welcome to the family, you two are officially Avengers."
Before Tony could get up and serve some drinks to celebrate, the elevator announced the arrival of a new person. You all turned your heads to see Pepper walk toward where all of you were.
"Did they sign?" said Pepper as soon as she saw both of you, a smile plastered on her face.
Tony stepped around his desk and walked toward her.
"Yes, Pepper, they are officially part of the team," said Tony with a grin as he looked proud about landing a deal with you both.
"Those are great news because I already made a reservation at the new forties-themed restaurant down a couple of streets," she said as she looked happy about her actions, and she typed on her phone, and two dings were heard. You and Cassie pulled out your phones to see that Pepper had sent the address to the place.
"Nothing fancy, it's just going to be a small dinner, I'll have Jarvis pick you up at seven at your place—"she clasped her hands together and smiled, "—this is so exciting!"
By six-forty-five, the man named Jarvis—a man with a British accent and looks that had Cassie practically drooling—knocked on your door to take you both to the restaurant Pepper had made the reservations at.
The drive was quiet and quick, and soon enough you had arrived. Pepper stood outside as she waited for the car to park in front of her. Cassie opened her door before anyone could do it for her because she had an inkling that a minute too long and she would have Jarvis or Pepper open it for you and her.
She greeted both of you and guided you in as you three thanked Jarvis. The ambiance of the restaurant was beautiful and captivating that you couldn't but gape at the place. It wasn't fancy but it definitely gave that presence. Tony was waiting as he conversed with some of the people that had already arrived. You didn't recognize the people at first but soon your mind showed you where you knew them from. Some of them were definitely future co-stars while others were definitely people Cassie was going to work with as you had never seen them before.
He walked toward you when he spotted you, Cassie, and Pepper. He got up from his chair as he walked next to Pepper.
"Glad you're here, ladies," he said as he looked at the people who were now getting up from their chairs, "these are Y/n and Cassie."
A man named Bruce shook both of your hands with a shy smile, he said that he worked for the tech and art department. He was the one who helped create the sets for the movies as well as for the short films. Then another man introduced himself as Nick Fury who was the man in charge of casting—he was director—and then his second in command introduced herself as Maria Hill. Next came a woman who you knew as Captain Marvel, but her name was Carol. You couldn't help but blush at how pretty she was and not to mention the fact that you had a big crush on her. Lastly, Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch introduced themselves as Pietro and Wanda. They were nice, and you couldn't help but feel that Pietro was being extra nice to you and Cassie.
The conversations started flowing as soon as Tony had said for everybody to take a seat as he announced that the others were soon to arrive. And within ten minutes everyone that had been invited came, which to you and Cassie was definitely not a small number of people to make Pepper's "small dinner" feel like one.
When everybody was seated, and Pepper had told Tony that no one else was arriving, he had the waiter serve a glass of champagne to everyone. Once the waiters had gone and served everyone, Tony stood from his chair and called for everyone's attention.
"Thank you, all of you, for canceling plans last minute as Pepper decided to do this impromptu dinner, but at the same time, this is a dinner that is important for all of us. As some of you know, a couple of months ago we hit a rough patch, some people got fired, and it left us in a hard spot. We had enemies amongst us, and they had been selling our ideas to those channels. I didn't know what to do, and I didn't want to hire anyone else that would cause more damage to this company, so I went out of my way and scouted people. It turned out, there's not a lot of people that impress me, but some weeks ago I had the pleasure of meeting two lovely ladies who managed to get me hooked—" he motioned with his hand to you and Cassie, "—Miss Y/n and Miss Cassie here, just today, signed their contracts and will be working with us pretty soon. Y/n will be joining my precious collection of starts while Cassie will be joining the post-production team as well with the photography department which she will hold the role of head of the department. I'm not big on adding new people to my company but I refuse to pass out on people I know will succeed here, so I want all of you to help them make themselves feel at home as they will be housed with us. So, if you could raise your glasses, I want to welcome you officially and warmly, Y/n Y/l/n and Cassie Ayers, to this one big dysfunctional family!"
Along with laughs and cheers, Cassie and you could hear the quick 'welcome' some people directed at the both of you. You two thanked Tony as he motioned his glass toward the both of you before gulping it down.
You both looked at each other before looking around at the people who tried to introduced themselves and or wanted to congratulate you both on being part of the company.
It all felt great, it felt right, and you were ready to live a life you felt good about.
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It shakes it's head and takes the paper and pen, very delicately, like it is afraid it will ruin them.
"T,alking's,, ha,rd," it states.
It crosses it's legs where it sits on the floor and gently lays the paper on its leg and begins writing.
About a year ago, I met someone. I.. don't know their name, really, they changed it so often I'm sure it's something different now. I remember being so enamored with them at the time, and in a way I still am... I loved them, as a friend, but I loved them more than anything. I would have done anything for them. They just had this sort of.. natural charisma, a lure to them. At least I thought so. They weren't very popular. No one seemed to even notice they were there but me. This struck me as strange at the time, because how could everyone ignore someone like that? How was everyone else not simply drawn to them as well? Well. This is not important to the statement. You see, they had an affinity for.. things that most would normally call disgusting. Bugs, mold, rot. It never seemed strange to me, because everything they did was right in my eyes. We were out in the woods once, the place we always went to be together after school, and they began telling me about decomposition. They knew an awful lot on the topic, and I was morbidly fascinated as well. They told me that.. everything living must return to the Earth. We all rot one day. Decomposers break us down and and take nutrients from our corpses. And they said, there was something almost romantic about that, providing for something once you're dead and gone. They told me to lay back, rest on the ground with them, listen to the nature around us, it would be nice. We lie there on the forest floor for a while. A long while. Time seemed to stop working properly, the sky still shone with the midday sun like when we had first arrived, but I just knew we had been there for hours. All sorts of creepy crawlies started climbing up our arms and over bodies, and the sensation made me incredibly uncomfortable, but I couldn't move. They grabbed my hand, laced their fingers with mine, but stayed otherwise still, staring at the trees above us. I don't know how long we stayed there. It must have been so long. Weeks maybe. Months. Could have been years even. I understood now. I understood. I understand. Eventually I could move again, and I was... Changed. As I'm sure you can see. It hurts me sometimes. Often times, really. But I understand what they meant. I may not be... Dead yet, at least not entirely, I don't think, and I won't be anytime soon, but I'm providing. I am needed. I am loved. I love them. I understand. Do you understand?
Apologies if there's any missing sections in my tale... I think I may have molded some spots of the page.
That’s quite alright, I have good enough Eyes to read this all the same. I’ll copy it into a clean sheet of paper, and let this one be taken back by the mold once the words on it are safe.
Thank you for your tale. Oh, and these wasps seem to have recognized your scent; they were a courting gift from your patron to a regular visitor of this Archive, who passed them on to me last night, but this is no fit place for them. I asked the spiders to leave them be for now, but they could very well change their mind soon. Since these buzzing little ladies seem to like you, would it bother you to let them follow you out? I think you would be a much better home for them than this dry, enclosed Archive.
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Title: Eyes on you
Pairing: Shaw x You
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 2,901
A/N: You (Y/N) are not the MC in MLQC. This is a plunny that's been bugging me for quite a while, I had to write it. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own MLQC or its characters, but I do own the concept of this fic.
There were a few mysteries in this world that the esteemed Archeology Graduate Professors at Loveland University can't explain - for instance, the formation of the Stonehenge, the exact location of the lost city of Atlantis, the origin of the Nazca lines… and your presence at the Metro Art Gala dressed to the nines, positively gleaming as you strode arm in arm with your classmate and Thesis partner Shaw, who seemed like the perfect gentleman that evening. Thanks to your work at the Loveland Museum, you scored two invites to the gala featuring the recently discovered works of a well-known artist - an event any Archeology fanatic wouldn't let pass. The two of you walked along with LFG's Exhibition Hall, pausing occasionally to admire one of the recently discovered sculptures by the Renaissance artist D'Romani. As you both looked at the intricacies of the artwork in front of you, your charming companion would lean in slightly and whisper something in your ear, causing you to roll your eyes or stifle a giggle.
To the guests in the prestigious gala, the two of you looked like two young people at the cusp of falling in love, but the members of the Faculty of the Graduate School of Archeology saw it differently - this was a real-life mystery if they'd seen one.
As your eyes swiftly swept through the entire room, you could see that your professors only had one question in mind - how'd this happen? How did two people as different as day and night, who argued with each other throughout Graduate studies, end up amiably enjoying each other's company tonight?
You drew a sharp breath and sighed. The answer was simple: Your Thesis defense was right around the corner. You needed him to cooperate, you were willing to go to great lengths to make it happen. And your Thesis partner (unfortunately) was ready to take full advantage of the situation.
***
"Tell me why we're doing this again, " you said through the door that separated you and your date, as you were putting on the dress you bought (or invested on, as he casually stated) for tonight's gala, which he insisted on attending with you. It was six in the evening on a Friday, and you had just arrived home after cramming your workload at the Loveland Museum and foregoing your meal breaks just so you could leave work at exactly five-thirty.
"I already told you a couple of times - you want me to cooperate with you so you can pass our Thesis, and I need a reason to be around her," the purple-haired man waiting at the other side of your bedroom door called out nonchalantly. "You can drop your fantasy about me asking you out because I'm attracted to you."
You hissed silently at his snarky remark and counted to ten. You haven't even left your apartment yet you already wanted this night to be over. "How do you even know she's gonna be there?"
She - the Miracle Finder Producer, the object of your Thesis Partner's fantasies, and as fate would have it, his brother's girlfriend.
"They're doing a show featuring our Thesis adviser. Didn't he tell us about it during our last consultation?" He asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"I wasn't listening," you shot back, as you took off your ponytail and started styling your hair with your curling iron. You chose a one-shoulder fitted black dress that stops right above your knees, so you thought of wearing your hair down for a change.
"Ah, yes. You were too busy looking at your notes, trying to prove me wrong as always."
You closed your eyes, as you continued to make big beach waves and prayed to the gods you wouldn't commit murder tonight.
"How much longer are you gonna take?"
"Excited much?" You asked, smirking while you now removed your glasses and put on your contacts. "You sound like a teenager excited to see his crush in a school fair!"
"Don't compare me to you!"
"I don't have designs on anyone in the party," you called back. "Unless your brother's attending the event, that is. From what you've been telling me, he seems like a great guy."
Silence. You arched an eyebrow as you strained your ear to listen for any sign of life outside your bedroom door. What must your grunge-rock skater boy-turned-date-for-the-evening be thinking?
"Do you want to pass our Thesis or not?"
You struck a victory pose at his remark. Finally, one point - you, Shaw - about twenty.
"Are you done yet? This suit is really uncomfortable. Damn, why do people even wear these?"
"Because they're decent?" You shot back. "You know, you can always go home if you're not comfortable in your attire because when we get there, you need to act decent, too. Can't have your usual swagger in a formal affair."
"Just hurry it up already!"
You rolled your eyes as you applied your nude-colored lipstick to finish off your look before putting on your black stilettos, and stuffing your phone, wallet, and your makeup in your purse.
"All done," you replied, as you finally emerged from your room.
***
A part of you wished that the dynamics between you and Shaw were different. While he was a pain in the neck, and too carefree for his own good, you also thought he made for a good intellectual sparring partner, quite attractive, and it was hard to deny that he's got your heart beating double-time whenever he got too close for comfort like he was at that very moment.
"My, you two kids seem to be having fun tonight."
You gasped, at the sound of the voice behind you, and you felt your date nudge you ever-so-subtly while straightening.
"Hey, Professor Adler," he said in his usual unruffled tone, his lips stretched into a smirk as he held his hand out to your Anthropology professor and Thesis adviser, who watched you both amusedly. His gesture made your eyes shot wide open, you thought they'd fall right off. Shaw shaking someone's hand? That's one for the books.
"Shaw. Fancy seeing you here," the stout middle-aged man greeted while shaking your date's hand. "This isn't your usual scene though."
"Yeah, I know, but I can't exactly turn a pretty lady down, can I?"
"I can see that," your professor said as he looked at you appraisingly. "Well, well, you clean up well, Miss (y/n)."
You fought the urge to squirm at the older man's words when you heard your date cluck his cheeks with his tongue and suddenly felt his arm around your shoulders, pressing you protectively close to his side.
***
"All done!" You happily announced as you stepped into the living room of your small apartment where your date was impatiently waiting for you.
You could've sworn he was stunned for a second or two before he shook his head and tried to regain his usual impassive expression. Finally, he stood and walked closer to assess you better.
"You're not wearing your glasses. I thought you said you're practically blind without them?"
You cocked your head to one side. Out of all the things he could've complimented or called out, that's the first thing he noticed?
"Wouldn't it look awkward if I wore glasses to a formal event?"
"Your hair is all curly," he continued as if you didn't say anything. "And your shoes are so tall, won't you trip? Also, surely you have a jacket to go with that dress, right?"
You stared at him in disbelief. Why did this carefree, bass-playing skater boy turn into your dad all of a sudden?
"Uh…"
"Well, at least you're not wearing red lipstick. You don't have to try too hard to look sexy. Geez! I've got plans of my own this evening, so don't expect me to be your bodyguard," he continued to mumble as he circled around you. Before long, you felt something warm and heavy on your shoulder. His coat?
"It's just until we get to the venue," he shrugged as he led you to the car he borrowed for tonight. "I don't want people seeing you freeze to death."
You sighed, your shoulders slumped as you followed your date to the car. You already expected he wouldn't throw you a compliment for looking like a proper human tonight, and you cursed yourself for feeling gutted over it anyway.
***
"So, which one of these sculptures did you like best, Professor?" You sighed in relief as Shaw changed the subject, his arm still wrapped around you, making you blush furiously.
"Oh, I have to say I liked Eros and Psyche best. In case you haven't seen it yet, it's located a little further down the hall near the bar area," the older man was starting to explain when someone tapped his shoulder from behind.
"Excuse me, Professor Adler," a gentle voice called out, making both the professor and Shaw jump. From behind the old man, a pretty petite with brown hair and big brown eyes, and the biggest smile on her face stepped up. "My name is MC from Miracle Finder."
Almost immediately, Shaw withdrew his arm around you, almost causing you to stagger backward. He straightened up and feigned disinterest.
"Hey. It's a little rude how you stepped in while I was talking to the Professor," he said, his tone teasing.
"Oh, I didn't notice you here. Do you mind if I talk to your Professor? We've invited him for an interview about the exhibit," the girl said sweetly.
Based on how unconsciously coy she acted around Shaw, and the way he kept egging her, there was no doubt that this was the girl he was crushing on. You felt like the odd person out all of a sudden and needed to step away.
You backed away slowly, careful not to rouse their attention because it would probably suck if you knew how Shaw would introduce you to his little crush. As soon as you were in a safe distance, you turned and walked aimlessly down the hall, pausing briefly at paintings or sculptures that caught your fancy, looking at its intricacies as you did so earlier. But somehow, it wasn't as fun as it was before, so you moved on quickly, to give way to the other guests who also wanted to view the artwork.
Finally, you came upon the bar and decided to rest your tired feet at the far corner, hidden from the rest of the world. Sighing, you slipped your feet off your stilettos and quietly watched as the guests around you - mostly couples - happily chatting away as they enjoyed the beauty of the art around them and the wonderful music that filled the air. You knew somewhere in the crowd, your date was fawning over his lady love, probably getting in the way of her filming your professor.
Tch.
You knew he liked her - he always told you he did. And why wouldn't he? MC was pretty, seemingly sweet, and dainty - the kind of girl any guy would like to protect. And you. You were the opposite. You lived for your work, were 'one of the boys', and didn't need anyone to protect you - that's just how you were - and now you started to realize that maybe guys don't exactly like that. At least not Shaw.
Wait, what were you thinking? You scolded yourself as you shook your head. Why were you even thinking of what he liked when you don't even like him to start with. Or did you?
"Ugh. What the hell is wrong with me?" You groaned when a cold bottle of beer and a frozen glass was placed in front of you.
"I was gonna ask you that myself."
You straightened up in your seat and shot a look at the guy seated beside you. Dressed in a nice grey suit, he smiled as he raised his beer bottle in front of you.
"You look like you needed a drink. I hope the beer is okay. They don't have fruit beer or soda," he said calmly, his amber-colored eyes never leaving yours.
"Y-yeah. Beer is perfect," you replied while pouring the amber liquid into the glass. "Thanks," you muttered before raising the glass to your lips to gulp down some liquid courage.
"I saw you with Shaw earlier -"
The name on his lips drove you to a coughing fit, as you choked on your drink. "Sorry, " you mumbled in between coughs.
"No, I'm sorry," the brown-haired guy said, as he cautiously and politely patted your back. "I didn't mean to bring that up. I was just curious."
"It's fine," you replied when you finally regained your composure. "Yes, we're just classmates in Grad school who decided to check this exhibit out for the heck of it."
"Classmates, huh?"
"Yeah, that's what we are," you said, taking a sip off your glass. "Grad school classmates."
"Are you telling me or telling yourself?"
You looked up and saw him smiling. There was something about Dreamy McHandsome who was seated beside you that felt so familiar yet different at the same time, but you couldn't point a finger at what it was exactly.
"We're classmates, and we're working on our thesis together. But we're not friends - far from it even. We hate each other's guts."
"Can't blame you for doing so," he shrugged as he drank his beer.
"Yeah. He dragged me here so he can get with someone he's been crushing on for so long," you rambled on, frowning.
"Oh? And who might that be?"
"The Miracle Finder Producer. You know, the pretty girl in a blue top and white skirt. He's been going on and on about her for weeks…"
"You mean my girlfriend?"
His girlfriend. You choked on your drink once again. "Y-y-your girlfriend? You mean to say…" You gasped. Has the beer made you stupid? You've barely drunk half of it, you thought as you fought to regain your dignity. This was Shaw's brother you were talking to - and boy, we're they blessed with good genes…
… And the same social awkwardness, you noticed, judging by how he kept his hand at your back, but not exactly touching it, as if trying to assess if he had to pat you or not.
When you finally calmed down, he cleared his throat and gave you a small smile. "Don't worry. She talks to me about their conversations. I know what that guy is playing at, and I most definitely know he's not after my girl," he said, his voice broke no room for doubt. "My name is Gavin..."
"Yeah, I know…"
"You - what?"
"Oh," you said, tapping on your glass nervously. "Shaw kinda mentioned it in passing before."
"I see."
"So, what were you saying earlier about Shaw?"
"Oh. From what my girlfriend tells me, he's got his sights set on…"
"Ahem," you heard someone say loud enough for you and Gavin to turn your heads around. And there, standing behind you, was an angry-looking Shaw. You sat up, your gaze shifting between the two brothers as the air started to thicken with tension. "I talk to someone for a minute and the next thing I knew, my date walks out on me and right into the one person I'd hate for her to meet."
"Well, if you were just honest with her as with a lot of other things in your life, maybe she wouldn't have left your side earlier," Gavin retorted flippantly. "Is she finally done with filming?"
Shaw simply grunted in reply as he watched his older brother finish his bottle of beer and stand. "Well, Miss, there's a lot I've heard about you. Seems somebody couldn't stop talking about you, but I'll leave it at that."
With a wink and a mischievous smile upon his face, the brown-haired guy sauntered off to look for his better half, as you and Shaw watched in awkward silence.
He cleared his throat and glanced at you. "Hey."
"Hey," you replied, shakily.
"So, about what that jerk said -"
"Yes?" You asked, feeling your heart hammer against your chest by the second.
"Whatever he said is not true," he said dismissively, as he took his coat off and draped it over your shoulders. "I told you before, I don't find you the least bit attractive."
You felt tears starting to sting your eyes, as he continued with his harsh commentary. "You're tough, highly opinionated, and you always want to come out on top. I don't find those attractive at all," he said. "I prefer a damsel in distress. I want someone clingy… someone, needy."
"I know that -"
"Oh do you?" He teased, his amber eyes twinkling. "You seem to know a lot about me."
"We've been working together for months now," you said. "Of course, I'd know more about you."
"I see," he said, as he took a step closer to you and touched your cheek, rubbing the stray tear that had managed to slip down the side of your face. "So, you must know I'm also a good liar. After all, I've kept all these feelings to myself for quite some time."
He snickered when he saw your frown deepen and he bent down just as he had done so earlier, to whisper. "I made you think I liked someone else when in fact," his low voice made you shiver. "I've always eyes for you."
The End.
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