#but yeah it would be a hatefucking thing I guess

[mamadarama]

OH MY GOD the long response was a very pleasant surprise . i am very happy to give madakei brainrot

they're like. madara bothers keito always because y'know, it's madara, so he just pesters and pesters him to hang out until keito is like "okay, maybe if i do it once he'll stop bothering me" but he just doesn't. and then we have madakei because keito starts enjoying his company aww.

i think that would also evolve into anger or something LOL. keito scolding madara more because he likes him, so it becomes frustrating for him and madara just plays around with that idea. silly

also yeah they ahve definitely hatefucked before . once or twice idk

they're toxic yuri in my head tbh. madakei girlfriends ^-^ they can kiss sometimes as a treat y'know

madakei is a super funny concept i'm glad you liked it 🙏

I LOVE THIS TOO keito eventually warming up to madara is really cute , but im so enamored by the hyper aggressive version that comes with keitos feelings for madara going in the polar opposite direction. madara doesnt really like keito either but not even close to as much as keito hates him . they try to avoid each other but their social circles overlap too much (and theyre in the same class) so they dont intentionally hang out but their paths cross constantly. sometimes theyll be with mutual friends and then their friends have to leave and theyre left alone together so madara is like "im hungry im going to the cafe you can come if you want i guess" and for some reason keito does come along but doesnt really know why (maybe he subconsciously just wants to look at him some more) so theyre both sitting there like "how the hell did i get here what did i do to deserve this" . maybe some bystanders even think theyre on a date. like the universe keeps putting them in succession match type situations and theyre NOT happy about it . the irony and coincidence of it all is pure comedy to me. its like the red string of fate but turned upside down. the worlds horniest romantic comedy. its just, we all know keito has a type. he has a thing for delinquents with muscles that are a little bit scary . madara fits into that type perfectly, but hes also incredibly similar to rei personality wise. hes like if you combined kuro and rei and cranked everything up to 11. and then taking into account keitos relationships with kuro and rei.... suddenly everything he has going on with madara makes perfect sense.

#sorry i never shut up once you get the ball rolling #ask #anon #whiteboard

[japanifornication]

9, 22, 26 for the fic writer asks!

hi rylan, tysm for the ask!!! 🥰

9. what fic meant the most to you to write?

this is a pretty tough question! looking back i wrote a lot more than i thought this year (2023 has been so long jfc) but i guess i would have to give this to status. mostly just because it finished off the series that really kicked me into gear in this fandom 💕

22. share an excerpt from your favorite scene.

it was an open secret they were frustrated with each other, phoenix with edgeworth for running away again, edgeworth with him for “giving up.” things were made worse by the distance, made worse by the constant friction in the ways they’d both always done little things that drove each other crazy and now amplified into disaster by everything else.

so the notion of edgeworth being a “friend” instead of someone he just miserably wanted to hatefuck just to get over him was laughable, but he couldn’t tell his daughter that.

he’s been thinking about it too long and he knows she knows that. he pulls away from the half-hug she’s got him in and picks up her crooked hat from atop her head, ruffling her hair softly then setting it back down straighter and pulling her back in for a tighter hug. “yeah. everything’s fine, kiddo. sometimes he’s just annoying, you know? seems like he knows everything, doesn’t it?”

that earns a laugh, which always makes him feel a little lighter. “i think he does, daddy. he’s so smart. but you’re smart too, just in a different way.” she leans her head against his shoulder and it tips her hat again.

“mm. you think so?” he asks with a low chuckle, scratching at his stubble.

“mhmm! he reads like a lot of books, i bet. and probably wikipedia, for fun. i like to do that too sometimes. like i bet if i asked him… the national flower of austria, he could tell me in a second. but you’re better at people. like, you could tell that snake guy was a good man who wasn’t just selling us a sick snake for more than it was worth, right? d’you think miles would be able to tell that?” she asks. her eyes are closed as she talks, and phoenix wonders what she’s picturing in that endless imagination of hers.

“i think he could have gone online and done the research to find out, but i don’t think he would have agreed to this in the first place,” phoenix snorts.

“because he’s too proper for a pet like a snake,” trucy sniffs with a faux air of decorum, and phoenix lets out a loud laugh. he’s needed that; she always knows what he needs.

“yeah, he is. but it’s not his decision. he’s helping but ultimately it’s still my decision, and i know you’ll take good care of ant.”

my favorite parts of writing decadence are actually the scenes between trucy and phoenix. i think during 7yg he really does need her just as much as she needs him, and i wanted their relationship to be more than just set dressing to the nrmt, even though that is the focus. i hope i pulled that off and keep pulling it off. more soon! i know i keep saying that but... more soon (croaks and dies).

26. if you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

also a hard question. if we're talking about specifically writing, and not like, anything related to posting the writing, it has to be writing decadence. i just find a lot of catharsis in writing arguments, especially of characters in very unhealthy (manic, anxious, etc.) mindsets. it's a place i know very intimately from my own life but with Help have come a long place from, and don't want to return to obviously, because it's not fun in real life. but it makes for compelling writing/reading imo, i can't really explain why misunderstandings and arguments are some of my favorite things to dig into. i guess there's still some part of me, even now that i am medicated and doing okay, that loves the satisfaction of being the architect of fights and deciding who gets the last word and when it's over, something that very much is not how it works when you are the one having a manic episode or anxiety attack.

[scarytheglitch]

So, it’s late, i’m tired, i haven’t posted on here in like forever, and i can’t sleep, so i think i’m going to write an essay about homestuck and the quadrants.

So, like, let me just start off saying that i wasn’t really there for the whole homestuck thing and only read the comic a couple of months ago, and haven’t really interacted with fan culture at all outside of lurking, so this all could have been said like 1000 times before and i’d have no clue. But with that precursor out of the way let’s begin.

I kind of love/hate the fact that andrew hussie somehow created fictional emotions that can actually somewhat translate into real life. Like, take for example Moirallegiance, which in my own personal interpretation is something akin to romance without the love, in that like you know this person very well, and you wouldn’t mind living together and being really personal and close together, even in some cases doing things that would be typically considered romantic, but you could never see yourself getting married or spending the rest of your lives together or doing stuff in the bedroom behind closed doors, any of that kind of stuff. It may just be me as like an ace-spectrum person, but i’ve known people who’ve described relationships that kind of way, and hell, I’ve probably felt it to some degree myself. We don’t really have a word for it as it’s not really “love” and it’s not exactly friendship either, maybe you could consider yourselves best friends, but i feel like even then it doesn’t feel quite right. The best way to describe it, in my eyes, is unironically Moirallegiance, though i’d never say that to like anyone ever. Next up i guess is Kismesissitude, which i often here described as just hate love, but it’s stated throughout most of the later acts of homestuck that it’s more than just that. It’s not just hating someone you’re dating because quite frankly most of that ends up in one way or another toxic or abusive, and while Kismesissitude certainly can be that, i don’t think that’s the best example of a “healthy” Kismesissitude. It’s not really seen in real life because Duh, but a lot of TV shows and stuff accidentally or perhaps not so accidentally perfectly replicate this type of relationship, which is perhaps because it is easy to do and it’s somewhat of a trope. As stated earlier however, most depictions of Kismesissitude are unhealthy relationships, though I don’t believe that Kismesissitude is inherently unhealthy, just hard to get right. It’s stated somewhere in one of the later acts that a proper and healthy kismesis should serve to better both parties of the relationship, and though i’m not sure if it was directly stated or not, i believe both parties should at least hold some semblance of respect for at least one aspect of the other. Take for example Cheetor and Rattrap from Transformers: beast wars, which i was dragged into watching by a friend and never really finished. During the run of the show we see Rattrap and Cheetor constantly antagonising each other basically every time they’re on screen together, but i don’t exactly think they hate each other and, spoilers for beast wars IG, but, when we see Rattrap die, cheetor is actually seen grieving him, and we see during the course of the show that they’re both actually improving the other in small ways, I believe they both held some amount of respect for each-other, and it’s unironically one of the healthiest depictions of Kismesissitude I’ve seen to date. Anyway, my point is that a healthy Kismesissitude isn’t just two people hatefucking, it’s more about some deeper emotional connection that serves to better both of the people in the relationship. That leaves auspectisim, and obviously love, but i’m not quite sure i understand enough about either to be able to talk fully on the subjects, so, yeah. If you made it this far through my sleep deprived essay about fictional homestuck relationships, like, thanks, i guess, i don’t really post like this ever it’s mostly just silly goofy shit, but who knows

#homestuck #kismesissitude #moirallegiance #andrew hussie #i think i’m going to go to bed now #essay #fucking is mentioned in here at least once if you’re into that kind of thing #homestuck quadrants #rant #do i have enough hastags yet #how do i make my post big i’d quite like to have followers

[mikelogan]

I'm thinking about maybe trying to write a Jdox fic but it's not my main fandom so I haven't read too much fanfiction about them. Do you have any tips on how to write them you'd be willing to share? I love writing and I love their characters I just want to make sure I'm writing them well.

1) DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT

I will say reading literally anything from RumCove, kipli, and RandomSlasher and Thuri on AO3 is like, chef's kiss both in terms of characterization and just overall amazing writing and storytelling. I am well aware that my Perry and JD can be a bit OOC when you simply just watch the show, but I've been neck-deep in JDox hell since 2015 and have had a lot of time to develop my own HCs and think about how they act and react to each other.

All that being said, here are some of my own personal opinions and what I would consider to be main character traits

Perry can be, and often is harsh, and can cross the line into cruel. Johnny C has said it in a lot of interviews, but where Kelso is seemingly all bad in the earlier seasons, it was important to differentiate Perry from him. So if Perry's a cup of dirt, there's still always going to be that scoop of sugar mixed in there. He cares deeply about his patients and his job and the people he loves, he's just not the greatest at expressing that and covers it up with sarcasm and jokes.

JD is not stupid or helpless. He may be naive and immature at times, but I've seen some fics treat him as though he's completely useless on his own. He becomes a fantastic doctor over the course of the show and never lacks compassion. Can that be his downfall occasionally? Absolutely, he may even care too much sometimes. But he's extremely smart, and while he is usually better as part of a group or team (I can't do this all on my own, no I know, I'm no Superman), that doesn't take away from what he brings to the table.

Obviously, it depends on what kind of fic you want to write, but especially with established JDox, JD isn't going to cry over every little jab Perry gets in. No, he's probably going to either roll his eyes and ignore Perry, or he's going to snark back. He can give as good as he gets and that definitely earns him brownie points with Perry.

This fandom is usually about a breath away from being fully dead at any given point, so when I tell you to write it, write it. Has the amnesia trope been done before? Hell yeah. Write it anyway. JD gets hurt and it makes Perry realize his feelings? Write it. They bicker and start hatefucking and it gradually turns into feelings? Write it. As long as you're not blatantly ripping off another fic, I don't care if the trope has been written a hundred times. Write the fic because no two writers are going to do it the same way. For instance, off the top of my head, the amnesia trope has been done at least 4 times on AO3: Amnesia by randomslasher and thuriweaver; My Coma by sweetrevelation; Teardrops and Rain by yours truly; and most recently, My New Perspective by RumCove. And each of those fics uses the trope differently (and if I had to guess, there's probably more out there somewhere, but I stick to AO3 lol).

As a final point, and potentially the most important, is that they have more in common than you'd originally think. They both are brilliant at what they do and they care so much that it can be their downfall. Look at My Lunch/My Fallen Idol. The loss of those patients hit Perry so hard that it was enough for him to completely fall apart and nearly throw in the towel. But JD was able to help him out of that because he understood all too well what Perry was feeling. Because he'd been there, too. When they love, they love hard. They're both a bit narcissistic. They know a LOT about each other just by virtue of working together for so long, probably more than they realize they do.

And okay, I'll say one more thing. JD tears up once in canon in the season 8 Sesame Street episode. Perry cries at least twice (3x14, 5x20, and maybe 5x21?). Do with that what you will.

Hopefully that's helpful to you in some capacity but also like. Follow your heart, believe in your dreams, etc 😂 Let me know if there's anything else I can do to help!

#answered #anonymous #jdox #scrubs #scrubs thoughts

[bitegore]

Okay I have a couple more now. Vortex/Dead End & 2) The song that plays when they realize they like each other and Megatron/Optimus with 21) where Megatron realises he wants to hatefuck Optimus and then Megatron/Soundwave for 17) Your ship commits a crime (i.e., heist, bank robbery, arson, what have you.) What song plays as they outrun the police?

oh my god. jeegoo has anyone told you you're a genius lately

For Vortex and Dead End- this is another one I think has to happen two different ways, because I can't see them approaching a relationship the same way. Vortex is here to press buttons and be a menace, and Dead End is just looking for something to liven up the endless tedium of his life and make his everpresent awareness of his own and everyone else's mortality slightly more bearable.

So from Vortex's end: Modern Day Cain by I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME because I can't find a song that's like "oops the game got a little too real" and i don't want to go back two and a half thousand songs in my library lmfao. This song is like "I lie about what bad things I do to make sure that the actual bad things I do get ignored and i sound hot", but it's a very self-aware song, and the minute the game gets a little too real I think that kind of is how you start thinking about it. Not "lol, they're dancing to my tune" but ".......shit, they're dancing to my tune, i'm getting close to this emotionally so i'm THROWING IT OBVIOUSLY" lmao.

and from Dead End's: Soul Diver by Thank You Scientist, which is actually a really not happy song at all, but I don't think Dead End actually wants to be In Romance. And definitely not with Vortex. The lyrics of this song are like, things are bad, we move on, i need to move on, it doesn't matter that i don't want this because it doesn't mean i don't need it. straight up the bridge goes "Through all the worry and pain we move on And though the hurt remains we move on It's feast or famine You decide The walls are closing faster Through holy wars we're fast asleep Understanding self-defeat Was it worth it after all?" which like i know it's not actually someone going "oh, having a romance with this person will only hurt them and also me and i can't pull back out of this tail spiral", but it's also not... not about that. The worst part is that I don't think this would look any different to anyone who isn't Dead End, either. They'd just see him avoiding Vortex and then going back to Vortex and then trying and failing to avoid Vortex and moping and be like "yeah that's our Dead End, mopey to the last" - Alternately, for a slightly nicer version (SLIGHTLY), ANTILIFE by The Anix could also work pretty well for this. "i wanna give up all our fear, tear us all apart, you are anti-life, and I'll fall into your black light". Depends what you think Dead End is getting out of this, I guess.

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For the MegOP Hatefuckening I actually have a song for this because my god they don't just have hatefucking, they have like absolutely ridiculous hatelust, and I think it's the kind of ridiculous hatelust that you don't realize, it just creeps up on you. One day you're ranting about Optimus to your captive subordinate audience and you realize that you've gotten weirdly poetic and almost sweet about how you want to dominate and control and take over and command and destroy and oh fuck you want to fuck him, huh. and then you're just like yeah okay i want to fuck him, it's not even a thing you have to get over because it's just been a thing for the last like two hundred years and you just hadn't put a name to it lmfao. So that's the cover of Possession by Sarah McLachlan done by Evans Blue that i've been listening to and zoning out about MegOp noncon to since I was in high school lmfao. This may be softer than you're expecting honestly, at least in terms of lyrical content, but I think if it weren't just like "oh i want to defeat him on the field of battle and then take what i want from his unwilling frame" then it wouldn't be noteworthy, lol. it has to be enough to be A Surprise. A Realization. I guess Cold (but I'm Still Here) would be the opposite one, and that one was also in heavy rotation when I was listening to this song and drawing megatron and optimus killing each other in my notebooks lmao, so that's the other one. for when optimus realizes he wants to hatefuck megatron So Badly. (Alternately- this one makes a good deadlock/megatron ship song.) but like. IDW chaos theory. in the context of this bit: "Can you feel my trigger hand, moving further down your back? When you hide, hide inside that body But just remember that when I touch you The more you shake, the more you give away" If nothing else, you cannot tell me that doesn't work for IDW op's whole deal

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MEGASOUND HEIST HEIST HEIST HEIST HEIST HELL YEAH HELL YEAH this fucks okay the song for this one is Ringin' In My Head by Black Stone Cherry and I'm imagining early decepticon activities rather than a proper heist but. but. imagine. "i got a ringing in my head, the whole world's been shaken, by the time they find us dead, they got a ringing in their heads" and it's just a montage of megatron and soundwave breaking in, busting heads, taking energon and fucking off. You could even end it with a version of the g1 "shooting orion in the chest and robbing his worksite" plot with soundwave in tow, it'd be so much FUN. they're just vibing along. doing a ton of murder

You can find the question list here :D

#red replies #jeegoo #music ask game #i'm having SO MUCH FUN #sorry this took so long i cannot not write an essay about why i chose the songs lmfao

[flecks-of-stardust]

Lace x Hornet?

[image description: a bingo board titled ‘Ship Bingo.’ The background is a soft pink, and the center square has a heart that is a slightly darker pink shade. From left to right, top to bottom, the bingo board reads:

First row: I like them more as friends/platonically; I don’t ship them I want to put them in a jar to study; They are EVERYTHING to me; They should stay as far away from each other as possible; They’re absolutely terrible in every way. They’re perfect for each other.

Second row: Concept is more appealing than execution; They drive me crazy insane /pos; Friends-with-benefits vibes; Projection central; The aesthetic is impeccable

Third row: My feelings are so mixed they’re a smoothie; I ship them as divorced; Free space; Relationship goals <3; People that ship them need therapy I think

Fourth row: Better in fanon than in canon; I’m open to it, but don’t ship it right now; I blorboed so hard that now they’re basically my OCs; I need a 30k hurt/comfort fic on my desk by Monday; It’s more funny than romantic tbh

Fifth row: Who even thought of this?? This is a crackship; They’re going to be the death of me; The exact opposite of relationship goals </3; If I never have to see this ship again, I’ll be happy; They,,, kimss,, holde handss,,,,

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[ask game referenced] [link to ask box]

maybe a disappointing one to read. i’ll be honest, i don’t care about this ship at all. this is in part driven by my interpretation of hornet as aromantic (aro lesbian, specifically), so any romantic ship with her involved is automatically weird for me.

like, really the premise just doesn’t appeal to me at all. i will say the aesthetic that lace and hornet have going on is quite nice, with how they seem to contrast. the fact that lace appears to be a recurring character that consistently tries to obstruct hornet on her path, much like how hornet herself does that to her sibling, adds to that as well. lace is certainly an interesting person, and hornet is as well, i just. i don’t care. i really don’t. i frankly don’t understand the popularity of this ship, however much it has.

what i really want to see with lacenet, i suppose, is exploration of hornet’s feelings towards being this involved with someone who has tried to kill her repeatedly. she’s been dancing with death since her birth, and has no doubt contributed to it many times over. surely it has to feel some sort of weird to be so solidly on the receiving side of it, from someone who seems to have deeper motives, no less. i want to know what hornet thinks, how it feels when she’s fighting lace, her thoughts on whatever strange enemy or frenemy relationship they have, and if that progresses eventually to romance then i guess i’d read it. but as is, meh. i really don’t care. their relationship as rivals, i guess you could say, that try to kill each other is far, far more interesting than any romantic application of it.

the ‘friends with benefits’ vibes square isn’t marked off because i think hornet would hatefuck lace. furthest thing from it, really. but the way they interact feels. i don’t know. is hate flirting a thing? that’s kind of how it feels. fighting while lace hurls flirty insults at hornet and sometimes she bites back with a witty one of her own, which just goads lace into spitting more at her. i would be interested in that, come to think of it lmao. but definitely not hatefucking, and most definitely not friends with benefits. these two are Not friends. they could become friends later on though i guess.

anyway, yeah. lacenet bores me honestly. i hope the rest of yall have fun with it though.

#lacenet #<- for blacklist #hornet #lace #silksong #oof gotta remember to use that one for silksong stuff #ask game

[bluehairperson]

I had a thought the other day, while daydreaming, and I ended up imagining Valerius going to Julian for a co consultation and tries to flirt with him but FAILS epically. Julian is so focused on his work/being serious that he doesn't get the clue either and Val was half offended and half turned on by Julian's serious face. And then Jules went "alright then, time for *insert medical jazz*" and put his gloves on, Val changed to "count me as both scared and horny"

Aasds, lmao.

Personally I can't imagine Val flirting with Julian on purpose much. For the events before and during the plague I envision more of a "I have no idea why Lucio keeps you at his court but he seems to trust you, so you're on thin fucking ice" that develops in a "ok, you're actually trying to take care of him, for which I'm glad, but you're not acheiving much so I'll just let out my frustration on you" thing.

What I can envision tho is Julian catching Val and Lucio making out on accident, panicking and bolting away. And while he stresses about having to talk to Nadia about their affair (which of course she already knows everything about, because she's not dumb and because Val and Lucio are both really obvious and kinda not really trying to hide it much) Val makes sure to be left alone with Julian somewhere private to threaten him to keep his mouth shut. But he says it like "If the word goes out I'll make sure to have you whipped in the dungeons even if I'll have to do it myself" or something like that. So Julian is honestly scared af because he knows he means it, but at the same time he's like "😳😳😳W-Whipped? 😩💦". And Val gets grossed out and leaves. But at the same time he's kinda like "touching Devorak would be gross, but would it be worth it just to let him catch these hands? 🤔🤔🤔".

#btw I like the fandom interpretation that Nadia and Lucio had kind of an open marriage because they weren't really working out #I think that Lucio and Valerius being private was more about their positions at work which would have made it kinda awkward #mainly for Val because Lucio doesn't care #like I can see Nadia being fine with Lucio seing other ppl but when she sees that it's one of their high ranking employees shes like Bruh #Why of all the people you could have picked did you choose the annoying snobby guy I have to see everyday at work #so it would be literally just Julian and Val stressing and panicking over nothing #but yeah it would be a hatefucking thing I guess #also being stuck inside makes me forget how to english so I hope this is decipherable #asks #not art

[mypoisonedvine]

𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || dark!Howling Commandos x reader

summary: it’s been said that revenge is a dish best served cold, but when you’re the one being served, it doesn’t really matter.

word count: 7.6k

warnings: smut (noncon), kidnapping, group sex/gangbang, forced orgasms, spitroasting, DP/anal, throatfucking, humiliation, degradation, squirting, overstimulation/multiple orgasms (in fact an absurd amount of orgasms), pussy spanking, slapping, hatesex/hatefucking/revenge sex, choking, spitting, hair pulling... basically everything because this thing is a fucking doozy y’all

HOWLING COMMANDOS: seven-man unit, American Army special operations.  

Known members: Steven “Steve”  Rogers (alias CAPTAIN AMERICA), James “Bucky” Barnes, Timothy Dugan, James “Jim” Morita, Jacques Dernier, Gabriel “Gabe” Jones, James Falsworth.  All but Rogers are previous HYDRA captives.

CAUTION: highly trained and equipped for long-range and melee combat.  Do not approach.  Shoot to kill.

You scoffed as you skimmed over the file, tossing it aside.  You’d already been briefed on the Howling Commandos after their embarrassing siege of another HYDRA facility a few kilometres north of yours.  Now that you’d lost on your home turf, it felt personal; it felt like if they were allowed to continue reeking havoc, it would represent a massive oversight even if they never touched another HYDRA base.

But, of course, they would.  It was a matter of time.  And despite the preparations personnel had made, they still breached the perimeter in the early hours of a Monday morning, during a rainstorm that was just strong enough to obscure some visual feeds in the command center.

That was the excuse they were giving, at least, as they ordered everyone to evacuate.  By the time that news got to you in the thermal fusion labs, it was a bit too late; a shrapnel grenade had already rolled in the doorway, and though you managed to successfully avoid direct damage, the stampede of scientists out of the room had nearly trampled you, and as you looked down to your ankle, you were confident it was either severely sprained or broken.

And when you looked up to the doorway, you saw two men staring back down at you.  They were wielding stolen weapons, HYDRA weapons with technology Allies could never even dream of.

Your weapons.  And here they were, pointing them at you.

But they didn't shoot.  In fact, they both lowered their guns and gave each other a quick glance before the man in front approached you.

“Well, well, well,” the man— red-headed, tall and burly with ridiculously facial hair like a true egotistical American— grinned widely as he knelt down to get a closer look at you.  “Guess it makes sense they would keep girls here, it’d get boring otherwise.”

“I’m a scientist,” you defended with a grimace.  

“Yeah?  Well maybe you can teach me sum’n,” he purred as he started to run his hand, dirtied with grease and soot, up your exposed leg; you tried to kick him away but you yelped in pain when it agitated your ankle, and he chuckled at you.  "Looks like you're gonna need some help with that… hey, Barnes," he called to the younger man standing nearby, "why don't you carry her so she doesn't have to put any weight on that ankle?"

Barnes stepped closer and gave you a stern warning as he knelt down: "don't try to fight me."

Truthfully, you were too weak to push him away even as the younger man— why did he look oddly familiar?— scooped you up and carried you out of the destroyed laboratory.

You looked up at his face for a moment and realized with a quiet gasp where you knew him from. 

"You remember me, huh?" he smirked.  "I remember you.  You were there during those experiments they did on me… you were there when they tortured me for information."

You swallowed dryly, the vengeful fire in his eyes threatening to burn you up.  It was the same look he gave you just a few weeks ago in your own lab as he spitefully informed you his name was Bucky.

"You and I will have a long conversation about that later."

And yet, you didn’t expect you’d get many chances to talk during that ‘conversation.’

Bucky carried you through the firefight, leaving you to helplessly watch as your coworkers and allies went down to the Commandos.  Apparently they weren’t interested in taking prisoners, aside from you.

The siege was winding down, more and more sectors of the base falling to the American terror, and Barnes continued to march you away from it all until you were somewhere in the woods, where the Commandos started to gather after a successful mission.

Bucky set you down in the middle of their camp, binding your hands behind your back as the men circled you and stared at your shivering form.

“Found this HYDRA lab tech cowering under her desk,” the red-haired man explained, and you didn’t care to correct him.  “Figured she was worth more alive.”

There was a pause as the men shamelessly undressed you with their eyes.

"Well, what are we gonna do with her?" someone finally asked.

"Pff, what kinda question is that?" another scoffed.  "We're gonna show her a good time."

“Like hell you are,” you sneered.  “Let me go or have me imprisoned.  Anything else is against your sensitive American principles.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” Barnes hissed.  “Do you think they don’t know what you did to me, Doc?  Human experimentation, believe it or not, goes against those ‘sensitive American principles’ we’ve got.”

“And I think the term you’re looking for is ‘war crimes,’” another man reminded you.

"Well, I think you're gonna get to know all of us pretty well,” the red-headed man interjected, “but I figure I should introduce you to the Howling Commandos, eh?  You've already met Barnes here, seems you two have a bit of a history, huh?  I'm Timothy Dugan… the boys here call me 'Dum Dum', but you can call me 'sir' or keep your fuckin' mouth shut."

You kept your jaw tight as he continued his way down the line.

"That's Morita, and Jones—"

"Dum Dum, I think we're all gonna be on a first name basis," the one he called Morita interrupted.

"Fair enough," Dugan chuckled. "That's Jim, then, and next to him are Gabe and James.  And over there, that's Jacques.  And last but not least—"

He motioned to the man in the extravagant uniform, carrying that ridiculous shield, and you grimaced.  "I know who that is," you explained.  "Captain America," you spoke with every ounce of disdain your body could channel at once.

"You know, now that I think about it, it's sorta funny," Dugan chuckled, "more than any other HYDRA agent we've dealt with before, you are about to get literally fucked by America."

They all laughed while you tried your best not to show your fear.

“I thought that was a war crime, too,” you remembered with a frown, sounding so much more meek than you meant to.

“Yeah, well, nobody’s here to stop us, now are they?” Gabe snickered.  

"American scum," you snarled.  Bucky’s boot collided with your face and you collapsed onto your side, the wind knocked out of you for a moment.

"You could save yourself a lot of hurt if you just show a little respect," Dugan assured.  “Don’t give us any excuses to hurt you worse, alright?”

But someone was already grabbing you and dragging you into the position he wanted— it was Bucky, holding your arms behind your back as his feet roughly kicked your legs open.  Damn this uniform for having such a small skirt.

The circle of men closed in on you as they knelt on the ground to get a closer look.

“Get away from me!” you yelped, uselessly trying to squirm.

“Should we gag her?” James suggested right away, and it made you swallow down your protests.

“No way, we’re gonna miss all the good stuff if we can’t hear anything,” Jim explained.  “Besides, it’s kinda funny when she screams like that.”

An assortment of hands held your limbs down as the others tore at your clothes, groping everywhere they could reach, turning your uniform to shreds in an instant.  You felt tears burn behind your eyes but you refused to cry, biting hard on your lip as rough hands palms your tits, pinched your nipples, and slid up into your panties.

“She’s already wet,” one of them noted, and you felt one of Bucky’s hands release from your arm to slither down between your legs as well.

“Shit, she’s soaked,” Bucky agreed, rubbing your clit in fast circles.  “I guess we’re not the only ones having a bit of fun today, hm?”

His touch was cruel enough, but his words were what made your heart sink into your gut.  And they must have noticed, because they seemed determined to exploit it.

“Look how bad she wants it,” Gabe announced.  “She’s trying so hard not to moan already.  Don’t be shy, honey, we wanna hear you.”

“P-please stop,” you barely managed to whisper, knowing that you’d cry if you spoke any louder, and they laughed again.

“Now what’n the hell would we do that for?” Dugan chuckled lowly.  

“Keep begging, though, maybe if you ask really nice, we’ll leave you alone after all,” Jim taunted.  It was obviously a lie— not just a lie but a joke— but you weren’t sure you had any other choice.

“Please, please, please,” you chanted from between your teeth, looking away as Steve knelt down to stare right at your exposed cunt and slip a thick finger inside it.

“Begging for more already,” Bucky smirked.

You writhed and did your best to ignore Steve’s finger inside you, but he made that nearly impossible when he began to slowly move it in and out.  “She’s tight,” he informed the group.

“I want a taste of that cunt,” Jacques hissed.  

“Then you’d better get it soon before we all ruin it, dontcha think?” James replied.

Taking the instruction, Jacques got down on the ground between your legs, lifting your hips to meet his face as you tried to writhe away.  He gave you one last sickening grin before he dove in, the other men watching your face as you tried not to show any signs of pleasure or fear.  It was difficult, though, when his tongue lapping at your clit felt objectively good, and when this situation was objectively terrifying.

He ate you voraciously, pushing his tongue inside you and breathing heavily against your sensitive skin as you tried uselessly to buck away.  Rogers looked like he was almost blushing as he watched you struggle against Bucky and Jacques’ grip on you, reaching down to palm one of your breasts and then the other; his touch made your whole body erupt into goosebumps and Bucky chuckled into the crook of your neck.

“It’s okay to like it, honey, no need to pretend you don’t,” Steve encouraged softly.

“Anybody ever eaten ya out that good before?” Dugan asked in a taunt.

Just as soon as the pleasure began to build in your gut, threatening to push past the point of no return, Jacques pulled back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand; you’d never been so relieved and so disappointed all at once before.

“Sweet little cunt,” he grunted his praise, giving you a slap on the inside of your thigh.

Apparently curious about Jacques’ claims, Bucky slid his hand down between your legs and roughly pinched your clit until you yelped, then slipping two fingers inside you before you could even process it.  He pulled them out again right away and brought the fingers to his mouth, sucking on your taste.

“Damn, really is sweet,” he mumbled, reaching back down already with the spit-slicked fingers and rubbing your swelling clit just a bit too hard, just a bit too fast.  You fought to keep your back from arching but it was impossible, and the men laughed as you gasped in a shuddering breath.

"Play with her pussy, Barnes, show us how you treat those Brooklyn girls,” Dugan encouraged.

"Oh, I treat 'em a lot better than this," he chuckled.  "I don't think a HYDRA bitch deserves it slow and sweet." 

He emphasized his point by giving your clit a hard spank, and another when your body jolted.

His technique was brutally effective, finding all your most delicate places and targeting them ruthlessly as your legs kicked and quivered and your body writhed.

"Oh shit, looks like she might actually come," Gabe noticed as they all laughed at you.  You wanted more than anything not to, but you couldn't help it as Bucky rubbed your clit fast and rough, the stimulation almost too much to handle.

Just when you thought you might be able to hold it down, Jim shoved two fingers into your pulsing channel and curled them right into your most tender spot.

Much to your dismay, you screamed through your gag as a gush of wetness squirted from you suddenly.  Gasps and laughter sounded out around you and tears burned your eyes as you tried to imagine this was anyone else, anything else, anywhere else.

But Bucky's voice in your ear pulled you right back into reality.  "Open your eyes," he whispered, not nearly as aggressive as you would've expected.  "I want you to see this.  You're still coming."

Yep, you still were, because Jim was still ruthlessly twisting his fingers inside you, milking your cunt until you physically couldn't come anymore and your entire body was spasming uncontrollably.

Only when you couldn't recognize your own muffled screams did Jim and Bucky stop, the whole group admiring the mess you'd made.

“Damn,” James mumbled, everyone seeming to be in various states of shock from what they’d just witnessed.  You were already exhausted just from this, falling totally limp into Bucky’s arms, but you knew they’d only just started.

A few of them were already touching themselves as they watched you, and the sight of their cocks made sick sting at the back of your throat.  Worse than the visual was the feeling as Dugan stepped closer and forced your hand to rub up against his throbbing length.  

“C’mon honey, you got two hands, put ‘em to good use,” Jim smirked as he guided you to grasp his shaft as well.

“You might need both for this one,” Gabe taunted proudly as he pushed his underwear down, letting his hard cock bounce up against his stomach.  You tried not to react to any of it, thinking maybe your best bet was to pleasure them as efficiently as you could manage so it would be over and done with.

But with seven men, military men who had been away from home and women for months now, could they ever really be satisfied?  And even so, they seemed pretty invested in drawing this out as long as possible, not for their own benefit but for your detriment.

They continued to pass your hands around for a while, rubbing themselves on whatever part of you they saw fit, and you wanted to just check out and pretend it was all a sick, awful dream, but they kept you an active participant by making you move your hands or look up at them occasionally.

They all stepped back at once, making you confused and less relieved than you expected, as you waited to continue discovering your fate.

"Cap, since you're our fearless leader and all, we figured you oughta have the first go," Gabe offered with a friendly pat on Steve's shoulder, as if this was a normal favor among pals.

"Oh, it should be Bucky, he has business to settle with her," Steve dismissed.

"No, I'll go last," Bucky decided with a nod.

"Last?" Jacques questioned.

"Anything else wouldn’t be fair to the rest of you… she'll be ruined when I'm done with her," Bucky explained coldly, glaring right at you as the other men snickered.

"Fair enough," Jim shrugged, "go ahead and break her in for us Rogers."

"I gotta be honest, a super soldier cock is a pretty rough start," Steve chuckled, "but I guess that's what you get when you cross the Howling Commandos, right?"

His tone didn’t meet the confidence of his words, and you saw him take a quick breath in and out as he stepped closer, towering above where Bucky had you held down on the ground.

“Why don’t you use that pretty mouth to get my cock wet first, huh?  No teeth or Buck’ll hurt ya,” he warned, unbuttoning his fly rapidly.

You choked just at the sight of it, making all of them laugh again.  Steve didn’t seem aroused by your fear, necessarily, compared to the others… but he certainly didn’t miss the inherent compliment in it.

“Don’t give me those doe eyes, honey, just get that mouth open,” he encouraged, and when you didn’t obey right away, Bucky's rough hand grabbed your jaw tight and forced it open, two fingers pulling your lips open wider as they hooked into your cheek.

Steve nodded his silent appreciation to Bucky before pushing his cock over your tongue and into the back of your mouth, sighing a little at the feeling of your throat unwillingly opening to him.  “Oh, f-fuck,” he moaned, grabbing your hair to slide even deeper.

“Don’t think I’ve ever heard Cap swear before,” Jim chuckled.  “Must be good.”

“So good,” Steve nodded, brushing his thumb over your cheek as he began to thrust slowly.  “Such a sweet little mouth.”

You couldn’t fight your tears anymore, not when gagging on his cock made your eyes burn even more, and you let them fall as you fluttered your eyes shut, the heat on your cheeks reminding you how cold your skin had become from the brisk autumn air.

“Keep your eyes open,” Steve whispered, slapping you lightly on the cheek until you did as he said.  You looked up at him and hated to imagine how fearful, how pleading you must have looked in that moment.  “There’s a good girl,” he cooed, pushing even deeper into your throat as you felt a headache coming on from the loss of air.  He grabbed your hair with one hand and stroked your neck with the other, feeling the bulge of his cock pushing your throat out from the inside.  “I think I like you better when you’ve got a cock in your mouth to shut you up.”

A few snickers from the crowd made shame twist even harder inside your gut, and just when you thought you might pass out (and almost hoped you would), Steve stepped back and let you breathe again.

But it wasn’t freedom, that much was clear as he knelt down between your legs, roughly grabbing your hips to pull you a little closer before he started to push his trousers lower on his muscular thighs.

You turned your face away to press against Bucky’s shoulder but he turned you back to look down at where Steve was rubbing his cock over your pussy, already soaked and so overly-sensitive from what they’d done to you.  “Stop,” you whispered instinctively, making Steve look up at you.  “Stop,” you repeated, louder, trying to sound more confident than the first time.

“We’ve heard enough of that, don’t you think, Buck?” Steve prompted, and the man behind you roughly stuffed a scrap of your clothes into your mouth, a gag to keep you quiet as tears welled in your eyes again.  “That’s better.”

He hissed as he pushed into you, and you bit down on your gag to keep from crying out as his cock stretched you open.  There wasn’t much physical pain, you were pretty well-prepared after what Jim had done to you, but to know you were being debased in this way by the symbol of America himself was.... overwhelming, to say the least.

Steve began to thrust right away, moaning loudly as he filled you.  The other men just watched almost proudly… except you couldn’t see Bucky’s expression, and that was probably for the best.  

Steve’s face was turning a bit pink— was he actually blushing?  That wasn’t exactly what you had expected, not that you could say for sure what you had been expecting.  

“I— fuck,” Steve shuddered, his head falling back for a moment as he held your hips tighter and began to thrust faster, harder, until the only thing you could hear was the sound of skin hitting skin.

Well, that and your own moans, muffled by the gag but not very well suppressed.  “Fuck her good, Cap, sounds like she’s goin’ crazy for it,” a voice you couldn’t quite place encouraged from the men surrounding you.

“Knew she was really just a little whore,” someone else chuckled.  You recognized it as Dugan when he leaned in closer to speak by your ear.  “This what you needed, honey?  To get fucked like the nasty whore you are?”

You just whimpered under the gag, your tears especially hot on your face in the chilly air of the morning.

“Don’t think I’ll last long,” Steve admitted, “feels too good— oh, god...”

Glancing around at the horde of men standing above you, they were all but drooling as they waited for their chance to try what had Captain America losing his cool so quickly; you swallowed around the lump in your throat and simply hoped it would be over with quickly.

It was, in fact, not over with quickly.

After Steve pulled out and came on your stomach, Bucky let go of you to keep watch by the treeline instead, while Gabe took his turn with your mouth and Dugan slipped his cock inside you— the sight of his body on top of (and inside of) yours made your skin crawl.

"Look at me," Gabe instructed coldly as he slapped your cheek a few times.  You winced and met his gaze, hating the prideful grin on his face.  "Oh, you're giving me the angry eyes.  You hate this so much, don't you?  It's exactly what you deserve."

You felt each of your hands being guided around different cocks but you didn't even know whose they were.  The voice of Jacques made at least one obvious; "When I let go, you will keep stroking, yes?  Do not disobey me."

You attempted to nod as you suckled the head of Gabe's cock, your left hand no longer being wrapped by another as you kept giving the shaft in your palm slow strokes.  Although it made you feel so disgusting, cooperating did make it easier for you.  It was a lot easier to suck Gabe the best you could, for example, than to just get fucked in the throat.  He groaned when you swirled your tongue around the tip, and that meant he would come faster, so it was just strategic, right?

“No wonder Cap didn’t last,” Dugan chuckled between grunts, “don’t think I will either.”

"You better not finish inside, most of us still haven't had a go," James interjected.

"Right, m'gonna finish on her face anyways," Dugan grunted.  "Fuck, gonna be hard to pull out though, she's tight."

"Even after all that?" 

“See for yourself, once I’m done.”

“No, no, I’m next,” Gabe asserted, “then you can have a go.”

Dugan made a low grunting noise as he pulled out of you and stood up, Gabe’s cock slipping out of your mouth as Dugan’s shoved in just a moment after, the taste of your own arousal potent on his cock.  “Yeah that’s it, suck it ‘til I come,” Dugan instructed with a low voice, “fuck, here it comes—”

He pulled out from your mouth to stroke himself quickly as come started to shoot out and onto you.  You winced and tried to turn away but Dugan was determined to coat your face, his hot seed painting your forehead and cheeks in stripes.  He wasn’t even done yet when Gabe forced his way inside you; his cock reached a bit deeper than Dugan's had, and it made you wonder if there was any inch of you that wouldn't be tainted after this.  

His movements were fast and erratic, focused only on his singular purpose to come as fast as possible.  That said, he did start talking to you to keep your attention, little taunts mumbled at you as you struggled to process them while Jacques used your mouth.

“Yeah, you like that, huh?” Gabe grunted.  “I can tell ‘cause you’re little pussy’s all wet, baby.  Thought you wouldn’t like it, right?”

He slapped you on your cheek— not too hard, but enough to make you yelp around Jacques’ cock thrusting into your throat— when you didn’t respond.

“You like it, yeah?” he repeated, a little louder, and you managed an “mhmm” with your full mouth.  “Yeah, you love this cock— m’gonna come all over this pussy.”

He kept that promise, leaning back slightly after he pulled out and stroking his cock until streams of come hit your abused and swollen cunt.  Even when you looked away and closed your eyes you could still feel it, and it made you even more nauseous while you gagged on another cock in your mouth (with your eyes closed, you weren’t even sure whose it was anymore).

You were so disoriented that it took you a moment to notice when it all stopped, suddenly feeling empty and cold without them all over you and inside you.  You blinked your eyes open and looked up at them looking back at you— not even for a second did you think they were done with you yet, and you were right.

“You’re already hard again, Rogers?” Jim noticed as Steve stroked his cock, staring down at you intently.

“Can’t help it,” he mumbled nervously.  

“Why don’t you up the ante a little, eh?  Put it in her ass.”

You and Steve looked like deer in the headlights at that suggestion, but everyone else was grinning ear to ear.

He stammered over a few words, but then stopped and just nodded, making the group of men awkwardly holler and clap as Steve got down and manhandled you onto your front, spitting on his hand and smearing it over your other entrance before using a finger to start stretching you out.

Inside your mind, you were putting up a massive fight, screaming and kicking and cursing them all out; but in reality you couldn’t do anything but try to swallow down your whimpers while he added a second finger, curling and twisting them inside you, getting you ready for his cock.  You weren’t sure how you’d ever be able to take him there, but apparently he was going to try his best.

A third finger made you yelp and Steve seemed happy to get a reaction out of you.  Of course, if he wanted a reaction, he certainly got one when he slipped his fingers out and pressed his cock to your hole instead.

“Please, please don’t,” you whispered, weak and quiet under your breath, but he didn’t seem to hear you as he punched his hips forward and his thick head popped inside with a groan from both of you.  He paused for just a moment before sliding forward, spitting on your hole again to ease his way as you bit down on your lip so hard it would surely bruise.

“Oh, oh my god,” Steve shivered, watching your body struggle to accept his length.  “So tight, fuck…”

You were trying to balance on your knees but you couldn’t anymore, and with one hard thrust from him you fell to the ground; not that that slowed him down at all, if anything he took it as permission to fuck you senseless.  Too exhausted to do much else, you just laid there and took it with a broken moan at the end of every thrust inside you.

“She’s definitely been fucked up the ass before, look at her takin’ it so good,” Dugan chuckled.

You caught a glimpse of Bucky from between the legs of a man looming over you— off a ways, leaning against a tree and smoking, oddly aloof and nonchalant.  But you knew it was the calm before the storm, that more likely than not he was going to ruin you even worse than the others had (and still were).

Looking at Bucky and dreading what was to come at least gave you something else to think about other than Steve’s weight on you as he fucked your ass, driving your hips into the cold ground with each movement of his own.

“I-I’m gonna come,” he gasped.  “I’m gonna come inside.”

“Go ahead, you deserve it, pal,” James encouraged.  “Fill up her ass.”

“Fuck,” Steve moaned lowly, leaning in a little closer to your ear to whisper just to you: “I’m gonna come, you want it, don’t you?”

You wanted him to stop, if that counts.  Maybe if you responded you could speed him up.  “Come,” you pleaded in a whisper, “come in my ass…”

He did only just a moment later, and you could feel the base of his cock pulsing and stretching you out just that little bit more.  His teeth sunk into your shoulder and you hissed, but thankfully it didn’t last too long as he apparently finished filling you and pulled out with a little grunt, leaving you sore and panting; you could feel it leaking out of you and it made your face burn unbelievably hot.

“I don’t care that you already made a mess,” Jacques decided as Steve stood up and you just laid on the cold ground, “I want her ass.”

“Hey, go ahead,” Steve approved, voice still a little thin as he caught his breath.

Steve had stretched you out so much that Jacques slipped into your ass with hardly any trouble at all, though it certainly felt like trouble when Gabe knelt down under you between your legs and pushed into your cunt at the same time.

You couldn’t tell if your entire body was tense or if you’d gone limp, it felt a little bit like both somehow, and your moans were hoarse and broken and exhausted as they filled you more than you ever thought possible.  Gabe was more measured at first but Jacques was ruthless, thrusting up into your shaking body and grunting into your ear with each meeting of his hips against yours.

“What a sweet little whore you are,” Jacques hissed, his heavy French accent sounding so much rougher from the exertion of fucking you so hard, “taking so many cocks in you.”

“You’re a natural,” Gabe agreed.

“Room for one more?” Jim grinned as he slapped his cock on your face, making you open your mouth instinctively which he filled instantly.  “Mm, suck a little harder,” he demanded, “and I better not feel any teeth.”

You were so exhausted that you could barely suck him, using your hand to take the rest (though your other hand was preoccupied with stroking Bucky’s cock from the base to the tip).  You had no shot at keeping track of everything filling you, but you had no way to ignore it, either.  It all started to blend together, your body just a doll to be manipulated into whatever position they wanted, just a tool to be used, just a vessel to be filled.  Giving into that wasn’t so difficult, disturbingly enough; what was more of a challenge was when they asked you to actually do something for them, instead of just lay back and take it.

Like, for example, when Gabe laid back on the ground and held you on top of him, after Jacques had already filled your ass with his spend alongside Steve’s.  “Go on and ride it, girl,” Gabe instructed, everyone laughing when you were too weak to support yourself and collapsed onto his chest.

“Here, I’ll help you,” Dugan offered, but you knew it wasn’t just help; he knelt behind you and slipped his cock into your ass, holding your body close with his thick arms as you barely managed to bounce yourself atop Gabe.  They both lifted and guided you, instructing you exactly how to rock your hips.

Soon you actually found a rhythm, gasping and almost moaning as you moved to ride both of them.  “Dirty fucking slut,” Gabe hissed as he pinched and slapped your breasts until you whined.  Dugan grabbed handfuls of your ass and spanked you a few times as well, thrusting to meet the movement of your hips and fill you as deep as he could.  “You want some more come in that ass, huh?  Fuck, you’re gonna get it.”

Dugan came inside you with a choked grunt, pulling out as Gabe pulled you off of his cock as well and guided you just to grind your dripping pussy against it, until he came on his stomach while whispering a string of filthy curses at you.

Jim laid you down on your back and balanced himself with a hand on your neck, choking you every once in a while, just long enough to make you choke and scream all at once when he let go.

“Look who’s back from keeping watch,” Gabe noticed, and you looked to the side to see Bucky suddenly kneeling down beside where Jim had you pinned to the ground.  Silent and stoic as ever, Bucky tilted your head back and pulled his cock out, slipping it into your throat upside down which made it much easier for him to use your face like it was just another hole; his balls slapped the bridge of your nose on every thrust, just to add that last little dash of disgusting humiliation to it all.  Jim let go of your throat and held your hips tight instead, tight enough to leave yet another set of marks on your body.

When your mouth got too dry for Bucky to fuck, he just spit into it and kept going.

When Jim was done with you, Bucky suddenly pulled out of your throat and yanked you up by your hair to meet his fiery gaze: “Look at me,” he demanded roughly, making you wince and blink up at those blue eyes with more hate in them than you thought possible. 

Despite everything you'd already gone through, fear still tingled up your spine as Bucky stared down at you.  After all, the others were just willing to hurt you, but Bucky was the only one that really wanted to.

The other men seemed to understand that their turn had ended and Bucky was going to take his whether any of you liked it or not, and so they quietly shuffled away to do god-knows-what and give Bucky some privacy while he…

Well, you weren’t sure what he was going to do.  Presumably just whatever he wanted to do to you, and the look in his eyes as he spit on his hand to wet his cock further didn’t make you imagine it was going to be anything especially generous.

Your eyes drifted to his cock, though part of you wanted to avoid seeing it at all.  He was probably the thickest of any of them, rivaled only by the enhanced size of Steve’s cock, and you remembered how much it had challenged you to fit him in your mouth.  As he laid you on your back and found his place between your legs, you braced yourself for impact.

But first, he pushed your legs up into your chest— and then he slammed into you until you choked on a scream, the tip of his cock hitting right against your cervix which felt like getting punched in the stomach every time.

"You cryin', bitch?" Barnes taunted through his teeth; you were, and you hadn’t even noticed before.  "Good.  I want you to feel me inside you for weeks.  I want you to never forget how it felt to have your cunt stretched out and claimed by a filthy American."

He leaned down to growl right in your ear as you did your best to turn away.

"I want you to never forget that you liked it."

It wouldn’t have hurt to hear if it wasn’t so painfully true.  Still, you shook your head defiantly.  He snarled and backhanded you, making you cry harder.

“Admit it.  Say that you fucking love it.”

He hit you again, and again, until you finally gave in.  “I love it!” you sobbed.

“Yeah, you love getting used, don’t you?”

You just nodded and cried louder, unfortunately realising that the other men could surely hear you even if they were standing off at quite a distance.

It went on like that for quite some time, obviously, with him not only ruining your body but demanding that you keep up his demeaning conversation all the way through— constantly forced to answer his sick questions or get spanked or slapped or choked or spit on.  He pulled orgasm after orgasm from your spent body, watching enraptured every time you quivered and gasped, your inner muscles so exhausted that it hurt to come at this point.

Clearly, he liked that it hurt you.  He laughed every time you cried, growled every time you whimpered, and never let a moment go by without letting you know how completely owned you were.

“There’s another one, have you lost count?” he whispered hoarsely.  “I haven’t.  Eleven.  And that’s just from me.  I bet I can make you come more than all of them did combined.”

When you were too spent to even stay wet, he spit on your pussy and pushed past your body’s resistance like it was nothing to him (which it was).  When you were about to go numb inside, he pushed down on your stomach so you felt it stronger than ever; not to even mention when your clit started to lose sensation and he spanked it until it all came back.

“Is that thirteen?” he laughed as his thumb drew circles with your clit.  “That dumb face you make is a dead giveaway.  You’re starting to get used to it— being my personal fucktoy.”

He grabbed your jaw and forced you to look up at him.

“Look at my fucking face.  I bet this is how you were looking at me when you had me strapped to that chair, thought you could do anything you wanted to me and it wouldn’t matter.  I understand now why you liked it so much… but I think I’m having a lot more fun with this than you were.  After all, that was just business, right?  But this… this is personal.”

He moved his grip down to your neck and choked you out slowly, delighting in your struggle for air.

“You get to breathe when you come again,” he explained as his blue eyes got darker and darker with every thrust into you.  “Stop trying to fight it and just accept that this is what you were meant for.”

Even with that threat, it shouldn’t have happened so quickly.

“Oh, fuck, there you go,” he laughed, “squeezin’ me good with that dirty fuckin’ hole a’yours…”

It must’ve been at least an hour, though your ability to keep track of time faded along with your ability to keep track of how many times you’d come against your will.

You almost passed out a couple times, but some slaps to your face and breasts and a quick, hard bite on your neck kept you awake and mostly-alert.  “I want you to feel it when I come inside you,” he explained, fucking you fast and with less precision than before— because he didn’t want to make you come this time, he wanted to make himself come.  After waiting this long, you thought you might want it more than he did.

When his cock started to pulse and flex within you, it was clear he was filling you just like he’d promised— and he buried himself as deep as possible with a groan through his teeth, looking down at where his cock split you open.

“Fuck,” he sighed under his breath, like all this time of exerting so much force on you was finally catching up with him; he looked a bit exhausted, but nothing compared to how you felt.

You winced when he pulled out slowly, every movement igniting a stinging soreness within you.  He smirked slightly and pushed his softening cock back in one more time just to hear you whimper, before finally pulling back and staring down at the gush of come that followed him out.

Your extremities were tingling with pins and needles, your eyes were heavy with dark purple spots dancing over your vision— you could’ve easily fallen asleep right there on the ground if he hadn’t scooped you up into his arms.  You didn’t fight it… you didn’t even think to.

Bucky carried your limp body like it weighed nothing, eventually setting you down by a tree (and doing so much more gingerly than you would’ve expected) before using the last few scraps of your clothes to bind you to it.  

“You… you’re gonna leave me, to die,” you realised, thinking aloud though your voice was weak and quiet.

“Your friends’ll come find ya,” he shrugged, but tears filled your eyes despite having thought before that you had none left to cry.  If only he knew how little comfort his words were.

He had no final parting words for you, and you saw the rest of the Commandos appear at the treeline, some stepping closer while others waited at the edge.  Dugan and Jacques even took the time to spit on you one last time, like they weren’t confident that they’d done enough already.

Steve seemed the most concerned, wearing a fearful look on his face as he kept looking back and forth between you and the group of men starting to walk away— but he awkwardly joined them just a few moments later.

You bit your quivering lip and watched them get a few steps ahead, wishing you could save one last piece of your dignity but knowing that you wouldn’t.  "Please don't leave me here!" you sobbed, finally breaking.  Most of them kept walking, but Bucky and Jim stopped, turning to look back at you.

"Why not?" Bucky pressed, looking morbidly curious.

"They'll kill me!" you explained.  "If they find me, and know what you did to me… they'll kill me for treason."

"Even though you put up a fight?" Jim asked, getting a glare from Bucky.  "What?" he shrugged.

"Yes, it doesn't matter," you answered his question.  "I have your seed in me… I'm a traitor now."

Jim scoffed.  "Some 'comrades' they are, huh?"

Bucky pondered for a moment, letting out a slow sigh.  "And what do you want us to do about that?"

"Take me with you," you begged.  "I— I won't put up a fight this time, I'll do whatever you ask.  I can even tell you what I know about other bases, HYDRA technology… just please don't let them kill me and tarnish my name."

"I think being the personal toy of the Howling Commandos won't be so good for your name either, Doc," Jim scoffed, turning to leave again.

“N-no, wait, I’ll do anything—” you blurted out, watching Bucky stalk closer and having no idea if he was going to free you or just knock you out to shut you up.

He did neither, kneeling down to examine your ankle.  “Do you think you can walk on it?”

“I… can try,” you offered hesitantly, knowing it was a long shot but not wanting to be a burden when you needed them to save you.

With a frown, he leaned in closer and pulled out his knife, carefully slicing off the bindings around your wrists.  “I expect you to make good on your end of the deal.  No resisting, no talking back, and everything you know about HYDRA.”

“O-of course,” you promised.

He smiled a little, and much less predatory than you’d seen before.  “I didn’t expect you to turn on them so fast.”

“I don’t have much of a choice,” you explained quietly, blinking away tears.  You hadn’t even had a choice to start working for them in the first place, actually.  You couldn’t think of the last time you really had a choice.

Bucky sighed and cut the last of your ties, freeing you and hoisting up your weak body.  He slung you over his shoulder as you yelped a little, silently wishing you could walk on your own— just when you thought you’d had every dignity lost, he managed to find and take another shred.

“I knew you were gonna keep her all for yourself, Barnes,” James laughed as he rejoined the group.

“I can share,” Bucky shrugged (you wished he wouldn’t do that while you were on his shoulder).

“Good, because I think hearing you make her scream like that for the past hour got us all a little worked up,” Dugan admitted.  “I know Steve wants another go.”

“How do you know that?” Steve scoffed.

“It’s all over your face, loverboy,” Gabe chimed in.  “As long as you don’t mind that she has a favorite.”

“Barnes?  No way— he may have made her scream but I made her squirt.  That has to count for something,” Jim defended.

“Squirting once is one thing, coming over a dozen times is another,” Bucky added coyly. 

“A dozen?  You have too much time on your hands, Barnes,” Jacques scoffed.

“I can do better than that if I have an hour to kill and drink some coffee first,” Dugan challenged.  “You young boys have no idea what you’re doin’.”

“You wanna try to break my record, be my guest,” Barnes offered playfully, and though you couldn’t see any of them, you swore you could feel the heat of their stares all over you.

Maybe you should’ve just taken your chances with HYDRA...

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #dark!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes noncon #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #dark!steve rogers x reader #steve rogers noncon #dark!howling commandos x reader #howling commandos smut #howling commandos fic #jim morita x reader #james falsworth x reader #gabe jones x reader #timothy dugan x reader #jacques dernier x reader

[blazedgraysons]

babe can u bless us w some new years smut w papi gray ?

oml i’m sorry it took me so long to finish this but of course, angel!! lmaoo let’s start the new year out with some hate sex with gray.

warnings: so i guess the words papi gray triggered something in me because i don’t really know what this is anymore. anyways hatefucking, a smidge of choking, some dirty talk and the return of my fave: cocky fuckboy grayson. anyways hope you like it bby <333

New Year’s had never been your favorite holiday. Too many blacked-out people in a bar, all with high hopes for the year that come quickly crashing down the next day along with their hangovers. Plus, it doesn’t help that you’ve been puked on two NYEs in a row.

It wasn’t like you had a personal vendetta against the holiday, just the older you got, the more you wanted to spend New Years' at home. So you ended up creating your own traditions: Indian food, shitty beer, and rewatching your favorite chick flicks.

This is why you were so surprised to find yourself outside of a huge party this year. Your two best friends had dragged you with them, explaining how they didn’t want to ring in New Year’s without you.

“I look like a disco ball.” You groan as the three of you walk in, Ali and Stella confidently leading the way.

“You look hot.” Ali assures, smiling in what you figure is supposed to be a comforting way. She had been the one to invite the two of you tonight, and a part of you feels bad for your miserable attitude, knowing that she just wanted to spend time with you.

“Warning: Dolan at 3 O’Clock.” Your other friend, Stella, whispers into her red solo cup, and you can feel your bad mood return. Turning your head slightly, you can see Grayson Dolan walking in with his entourage, already acting as if he owns the room.

You can hear Ali snapping at Stella, reminding her how they agreed not to point him out tonight, but all you can focus on is how arrogant Grayson looked.

The two of you had never gotten along, a wrong first date leaving each other permanently on the other’s shit list. Despite your disdain for another, the two of you ran in the same friend group, so you saw each other more often than you like. At this point, everyone knew to keep you two far away from each other unless they wanted a whole night of insults, fighting, and yelling.

“Remind me why you two hate each other again? It’s been like two years.” Stella asks nonchalantly, tilting her head as she holds up her drink.

“We just do. He was a dick on our date. Some people aren’t meant to get along.”

“Aw, you two just need to kiss and makeup.” Ali coos, fixing your hair.

“More like fuck and makeup. So what if you had a bad date. The two of you still have this weird sex thing that needs to be figured out.” Stella interjects.  

“I do not-“ Your friends start laughing at your loud objection, watching as your face grows hot in embarrassment.

“I do not want to fuck him!” You hiss, hiding your face from nosy onlookers.

“Why not? I would; he’s fucking hot.” Stella whispers, gesturing over to him. All three of you look over at where he’s standing against the kitchen counter, laughing loudly with his group of friends.

You hated to admit it, but she was right: he really was super attractive. He’s simply dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, denim jacket finishing everything off. It’s nothing special, but you hate the fact that he still somehow managed to look better than everyone else here.

He looks over, smirking when he sees your little group staring at him. All three of you turn away, doing a horrible job at trying to look inconspicuous. Your back is turned towards him as you fix your hair and smoothing out your dress. Ali’s eyes light up suddenly, and she’s whispering to Stella before turning back to you.

“Stella has to pee; we’ll be right back.” She rushes out while dragging Stella to the nearest bathroom. Before you can protest, Grayson’s taking their spot.

He’s chewing his gum obnoxiously, and you can’t help the way your eyes focus on how his jaw moves with every bite.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here tonight, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I was just leaving. Decided it’s not really for me anymore.” You get out, moving past him to walk to the door. You figured you can just call an Uber and text your two friends you were feeling sick. Before you can make it past, he grabs your arm to stop you.

“C’mon, it’s the last day of the year. Can’t you be nice to me just for tonight?” He asks, eyes shining with mischief.

“ Don’t you have some other girl to mess with?” You yank your wrist back, walking off as he follows you.

“Why? You jealous.” He asks, and you know that arrogant smirk is painted on his face.

“Over you? Hardly.” You keep moving until he says something that has you stopping in your tracks.

“Did you wear that dress for me tonight?” Your jaw clenches, annoyance washing over your body. However, you figure two can play this game, so you turn around, walking towards him with a flirtatious expression on your face. He’s looking down at you, appreciating the way your attitude has done a complete 180. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring his face towards yours, leaning in as if you’re going to kiss him.

“Fuck you.” You whisper, mouth millimeters away from his. You turn away, turning to look at him over your shoulder one last time. The irritated expression on his face and his clenched jaw should’ve warned you that you were playing with fire. Still, you simply keep walking forward, choosing to look for Ali and Stella.

Maybe you could stay a little longer to see how this plays out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fuck Grayson Dolan.

At this point, you weren’t sure if you were angrier at him or if you actually wanted to fuck him.

All you know is he was pushing every last button.

It started with constant flirting - just with everyone else besides you. You knew Grayson was a tease, but you swore he had given every girl at this party his signature charming smile. The one that screamed, 'I'm Grayson Dolan, and you're the only one here for  me.' You had pretended like you hadn’t seen red when he leaned down to whisper a joke in some girl's ear, winking at you when he notices the way your eyes had narrowed and your lips were puckered.

It only got worse when he decided he needed a refill on his drink, coming up to where you were standing in the hallway. He slyly placed his hands low on your waist, pressing up against you to squeeze by even though you both knew that there was more than enough space.

You were in the middle of debating on whether or not you should finally leave for good this time, figuring you shouldn’t have to subject yourself to this torture when you still have leftover takeout in your fridge.

“Hey, we need to talk to you. Can you meet us in the upstairs bedroom in like 5 minutes?” Ali appears out of nowhere, blonde curls messed up as if she’s been running her hands nervously through her hair. Stella just nods casually, and you look at the two of them suspiciously.

“What are you two planning?” You ask.

“Nothing! Upstairs. Five minutes!” Ali assures, kissing you on the cheek before walking off again. You can tell she’s drunk, smelling the lingering vodka shots on her breath. However, curiosity gets the better of you, and after five minutes, you’re slowly walking up the stairs.

“Ali? Stel?” You call out, getting nothing in response. You keep walking until you reach the end of the hallway, closed door in front of you. You open it, greeted with the sight of Grayson in front of you.

“What the fuck?” You both exclaim, the door closing behind you. You jangle the door handle, cursing under your breath when you realize it’s locked.

“We’re not letting you out until you guys kiss!” Ali calls out.

“You guys got 20 minutes until midnight.” Stella laughs, both still holding the door tightly to keep you from breaking through.

“Oh my God, we’re not fucking 12. This isn’t 7 minutes in heaven.”

“Less talking, more frenching!” Ali yells, giggling loudly as her heels slowly click away.

You roll your eyes, “You two are the fucking worst.” You kick the door before sliding down against it, tilting your head against the door.

“Your friends are weird.” are the first words out of Grayson’s mouth, and you roll your eyes.

“They mean well, they’re just really … stupid sometimes.”You get back up to your feet and start knocking on the door, hitting it with your palms, anything that could hopefully get a passerby’s attention.

“Can you stop banging on the door? It’s annoying.” Grayson mumbles out from where he’s sitting up on the bed after five minutes of your obnoxious knocking.

“I’m sorry, did you want to spend New Year’s locked in here with one another. I’m trying to get out.”

He leans back down on the bed, covering his eyes with his arms. “You realize it’s locked; we’re stuck in here. No one’s coming up here for a while.”

You hate to admit it, but you know he’s right. With only 20 minutes until midnight, everyone’s going to be downstairs, not wanting to miss the main event. You walk over to the dresser, sitting on top of it as you pull out your phone to find someone to text for an emergency rescue.

“We really should just sleep with one another.”

You nearly drop your phone in your lap from his sudden outburst. “I think that’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.”

“Why not? I think you’re hot; I know you think I’m hot. Stop- don’t try to argue with me; I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. Let’s just get this over with; clear start to 2021.” He looks over at you, raising an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes, “I’m not sleeping with you Grayson.”

“What, scared you might actually like it?” He pushes himself up off the mattress and stalks over to where you’re seated on top of the dresser. You start to feel uncharacteristically timid, not knowing how to react under his dark gaze. You don’t say anything, just watching the way his eyes rake over your entire body slowly.

He takes a deep breath, “If I kiss you right now, will you let me?” You wait a second before throwing on caution to the wind, and nodding, deciding to give in to whatever tension is growing between you.

He leans down, softly kissing you before coming back to gauge your reaction.

“If you kiss anything like the way you fuck, this is gonna fucking suck.” You whisper, smiling at the way his face drops. He pulls you into him, forcing his lips onto yours roughly. It’s messy, teeth clashing into one another, noses bumping, and you love it. You didn’t want softness, you didn’t want intimacy, you wanted Grayson to let out everything he felt towards you.

He starts to roughly mark down your neck, leaving dark marks, and you whimper, desperately pulling his jacket off his shoulders. He leans back slightly, pulling his shirt over his head and your mouth falls slightly. You take in all the deep contours and ridges, not even missing the way he flexes briefly.

“Like what you see?” He rasps out, pants growing tighter at your open arousal.

“Just because we’re fucking doesn’t mean I’m another one of your fans. I still fucking hate you.” You pull your dress off and spread your legs slightly on the dresser. You mentally thank Ali for forcing you to skip wearing a bra because the way Grayson’s face zeros in on your bare tits has you whimpering softly. He moves even closer to you.

“Doesn’t seem like you hate me right now.” He whispers, eyes darkening at the dark spot growing on your underwear. His arms are on either side of your thighs as he’s standing in between your legs. You can feel the heat coming off from his body, close enough that you can pick up the subtle nerves in his energy under waves of excitement.

“Whatever.” You’re trying your hardest to remain unaffected, calm under his intense gaze. Still, between the lack of touch and the way he’s looking like he can’t figure out how he wants to ruin you first, you start to squirm.

He pulls roughly at your underwear; you watch as his biceps bulge until the fabric falls apart in his hands. Whatever facade of calmness you were trying to maintain flies out the window. You swallow deeply, eyes wide as he tosses the ruined underwear over his shoulder with a cocky smirk. The smug look on his face is enough for you to snap back to normal and return to your usual backtalk.

“Watch it, asshole. Those aren’t cheap.”

“Trust me, I’ll buy you two more to make up for it. Now shut up; you talk too much.” With that, he’s leaning down and sucking your clit hard.

You’re not quick to compliment Grayson, but you can admit he’s incredible at eating pussy. He genuinely sounds like he’s ready to die in between your legs, quietly groaning to himself with every suck and lick. Your breath hitches at the imagery, and he’s slowly licking up your slit, savoring the way you taste for him. He gives you a few more licks before he starts sucking at your clit again, and you can feel yourself growing closer.

“Fuck, Gray- I’m about to cu-“ Before you can finish, he’s pulling away and smiling up at you with shiny lips.

“Fuck you.” You practically spit out, and he just laughs shortly, amusement barely hidden in his face.

“Before I make you cum, I wanna hear you ask nicely.” He’s leaning into you again, lips hovering yours, mirroring the same position you had him in earlier. You push his shoulder, hoping to give you some distance, but he stays firmly planted in place.

“If you think I’m gonna beg for your sorry excuse of a dick -“

He cuts you off, fingers slipping inside you, and he starts curling his fingers, your back arching into his touch. With how close you were to your orgasm, you’re falling apart in a matter of seconds. You start whimpering out his name, and he stills all his movements, thumb hovering over your clit.

“Beg.” He demands, and neither of you misses the way you tightly clench around him from the change of tone in his voice.

You stare at him long until he lightly brushes your clit, reminding you of what you’re missing in your stubbornness. You sigh dramatically before swallowing your pride and saying:

“Grayson, fuck me.” He stares at you pointedly, and you sigh again.

“Please, Gray. Want you to fuck me, please.” You whisper. It’s not a lot, but he knows that’s probably the most he’s going to get out of you at this moment, so he just smiles proudly and starts moving his fingers again. The coil in your stomach starts to grow tighter, and your toes curl when you start cumming all of your fingers. You cry out, nails scratching down his stomach as he continues to move his hand to work you through your orgasm.

He leans back, sucking up everything on his fingers before unbuckling and taking his pants and underwear off. You were glad he had made you cum before because he was big, bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with before. He brushes his dick over your entrances a few times, tapping his dick lightly on your clit. You whimper slightly, and he winks, arrogant persona back in full force.

“You’re still a dick.” You whisper, no real sting to your words.

“Yeah, I know.” He strokes his dick lightly before sinking in, and both of you moan out from the initial feeling.

He starts snapping his hips relentlessly, not giving you time to adjust to his pace. Your eyes begin to roll back, only able to focus on the wood digging into your back, arm wrapped around your waist, and dick ramming roughly into you. You’re moaning out constantly, nothing able to come to mind to express how good he’s making you feel.

However, Grayson is starting to get frustrated, not satisfied with the way you’ve laid out in front of him. He picks you up, holding you close to him before dropping you carelessly on the bed. Before you can say anything, he’s twisting your body around, so you’re on all fours in front of him and is sliding back into you, taking you from behind. You’re arching underneath him, allowing him to reach you even deeper as you moan out. He’s practically fucking you into the mattress, and from your constant sounds and ass jiggling in front of him, he’s releasing a guttural groan.  

He places an arm next to your head while wrapping a large hand around your throat, lightly cutting off your air. His body is entirely over yours, encasing your entire body in his large frame. It all starts to get to be too overwhelming, and your mind starts to go blank from the pleasure, pulling at the railings to get away from how hard he’s fucking into you while also leaning back into him to get more.

“Stop running; thought you wanted to see how good I can fuck you.” He moves his hand to slap your ass, and his dick jumps from the way you start squeezing around him. He rubbing your ass, ready to spank you again, when the both of you stop from loud screams coming below you. You both hear yells about countdowns and New Year’s and Grayson’s leaning down, rutting himself into you before whispering in your ear -

“How much you wanna bet I can get you to cum before midnight?”

10!

You didn’t think he could go any faster, but his movements pick up, hitting your g-spot with every movement of his hips.

9!

He brushes his fingers against your lip, watching as you slowly take them into your mouth and start sucking. You don’t miss the way he lightly swears when you lightly nip at the pads of his fingers. “Fucking brat.” He mutters before he’s wrapping his hand around your throat again.

8!

He moves his hand, going back up on his knees so he can hold you still as he keeps thrusting into you.

7!

With the way he’s gripping your hips and pulling you back into him, you already know you’re gonna be bruised with his fingerprints on your hip tomorrow.

6!

You start to fall forward, and all you can think about is how badly you want to cum.

5!

He starts rubbing at your clit, and you swear you can feel him deep in your stomach, knowing that he’s going to be responsible for your limp tomorrow.

4!

“If only I knew earlier that all I needed to do to get you to shut up was to fuck you properly” were the words coming out, and you hate yourself for moaning out louder at the way he says it.

3!

You can tell he’s starting to get close by the way he starts slowing down, choosing to grind his hips slowly into you.

2!

You haven’t stopped moaning, volume picking up until you’re practically sobbing into the pillow. You briefly think how grateful you are for the screaming in the living room when Grayson smacks your ass hard before groaning in your ear, “Fucking cum, Y/N.”

1!

The tight feeling in your stomach snaps, and a small spurt of wetness releases, you squirting into his dick and thighs. You practically collapse forward, suddenly exhausted, and it only takes a few more thrusts before Grayson’s pulling out to cum on your lower back.

Happy New Year’s, Y/N.” He whispers in a cocky tone, pride in how he practically has you reduced to nothing underneath him.

He covers you in a blanket before getting dressed and walking back out to the party, not even bothering to hide his self-satisfied smirk when his friends ask him why he missed the ball drop.

#cole write something under 1k challenge #sorry this took forever #grayson dolan #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan drabble #grayson dolan blurb #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan x reader smut #dolan twins #dolan twins smut #dolan twins drabble #dolan twins blurb #dolan twins x reader #dolan twins x reader smut #blazedwritings

[veliseraptor]

two whole people asking me about this one! delightful. and yeah this is a definite ship it.

What made you ship it?

It’s that triad again: hatefucking, grieffucking, proxyfucking. Three great dynamics that taste great together! I mean...there’s just so much baggage between them, so much messy awfulness, so much hatred and so much of that hatred is tied to Xiao Xingchen, and then there’s the things that they have in common (more than either of them would like) and...yeah, it’s just horrible and I’m about that life.

also not gonna lie there is just some very good porn out there for it that hits a lot of my personal kink buttons, so *thumbs up emoji*

What are your favorite things about the ship?

I feel like the challenge on this meme is going to be “favorite things” vs. “what made me ship it” because there’s so much overlap. But I guess here it’s...the richness and intensity of their dynamic and their possible dynamics? And one of my favorite things to play with, actually, is those moments where they almost line up, where they almost understand each other but there’s still this enormous gulf there that’s borderline unbridgeable.

and my songxue feelings are always going to be tied up in the way that they relate to Xiao Xingchen, and I just have such a thing for ships where part of the driving force behind them is the relationship both parties have with a third person who isn’t present.

And also the point @ameliarating​ made about the fact that Xue Yang and Song Lan spent more time together than either of them spent with Xiao Xingchen. which. ouch.

also also every time someone describes Song Lan as “scruffing Xue Yang like a kitten” it fills me with immense and sort of confusing amounts of joy.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Once again I’m here like ‘what is an unpopular opinion on this one anyway, other than perhaps the ship itself in toto’ and I guess maybe mine would be my weakness for them coming around to each other a little, slowly, reluctantly, kicking and screaming.

Like, I love my horrible songxue that just stays horrible all the way through but I do have such a soft spot for people who hate each other coming to a grudging understanding and eventually a sort of “fine I guess I like you now ugh” position, especially if one of them (as in this case) is significantly less aware of that progression than the other.

like this.

#songxue #song lan #xue yang #lise memes #the sad queer cultivators show

[lord-squiggletits]

21, 26

What are your thoughts on crack ships?

They can be fun, because sometimes you just have an absolutely dumb idea, or maybe you just like the aesthetic, or straight up that the characters fulfill some kind of kink and you like that about them.

But as far as being serious about crack ships, I don't really get it. I don't really ship characters indiscriminately myself, I have to actually be interested in them (and to be interested, I have to find some sort of canon commonality or interesting connection between them-- even with MegOP I only ship them in one continuity because it's the only continuity where I find their dynamic especially compelling). So I guess I don't understand the concepts of taking crack ships seriously, but they do have potential to be fun.

Most shippable character?

None of them? I don't really look at characters in any story and go "oh yeah this person is shippable." I might want my fave to get railed but that's about my personal fixation with my fave, not on thinking that I would actually pair them with a ton of people.

...But since I don't feel like copping out, I guess I could be a weirdo and say that Proteus is very shippable. Between the fairly numerous number of named Senators plus all of the characters that he's enemies with, I guess I could imagine finding him "shippable" in the sense that I could imagine him hatefucking or having FWB type things with a lot of people ad;slfksjdkl.

#squiggle answers #shippable means finding a character you find sexy and making them get fucked by a bunch of other people lol

[theshinsun]

KNB for the fandom ask thing if you’d like to!!

(sorry this took forever, work was crazy this week ;;-;;)

send me a fandom and i’ll tell you…

the first character i ever fell in love with:

Kagami. (I know, right?) I started watching the show when I saw the way he was drawn, and came to really love his character throughout seasons 1 and 2. 

Side note: I really only fell in love with Aomine once I saw how he looked in the manga, and got more into his backstory in late season 2/early season 3. 

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not:

Idk I used to like, unironically like Himuro, and subscribe to canon’s endgame portrayal of him as a harmless nice guy (with no personality to speak of). Now I like him, but like... only in the sense that he can be used narratively, and to comedic effect. I also still like his play style, but I don’t like him like, as a person.

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not:

I don’t really wanna bash any ship in this show, since the characters are loose (read: underdeveloped) enough for their actual ship dynamics to kinda be up for interpretation. 

The one example I can think of, though, for a ship I used to enjoy that now kinda bothers me, is KiKasa. I just don’t see much genuine affection between these two, and yeah I get that people show their love in different ways and all that, and there is definitely something there to work with if you read between the lines, but still... I dunno in canon it mostly seems one-sided at best and antagonistic at worst to me.

my ultimate favorite character™:

...C’mon, you know who it is. The number one spot has to go to Aomine, every time. Someday I’ll write a whole in-depth character study to explain why, but if you want the thesis statement, it’s this: Aomine is the most interesting, developed and multi-faceted character in the entire series, and you can fight me on that.

prettiest character:

If we’re talking manga, then Aomine, but since he looks like a raisin in the anime, I have to give the award to Midorima, with Mibuchi coming in a close second.

my most hated character:

Heh. Uh... funny story, it used to be Hanamiya, or possibly Haizaki, but now I think my hatred for Akashi has actually surpassed them both, because we’re meant to dislike them so at least they serve their most basic function. Whereas Akashi’s arc is so forced and anticlimactic it’s infuriating, and that’s before even getting into his personality.  

my OTP:

You know what, it’s still AoKaga. After six fucking years, they still have my heart. If I can bend the rules and slip in an OT3, I’d say AoKagaKuro, but otherwise, if I had to pick one ship, it’s those two idiots with their rival dynamic, interesting chemistry and essential narrative function of pushing each other to get better. 

my NOTP:

Like I said, I don’t want to bash any ship, but if I have to pick one that just grinds my gears, it’s AkaKuro. I just... don’t get it. I mean, I get it, I know why it exists, but I don’t get it, you know? 

...I dunno, if that’s your cup of tea, more power to ya, but I personally don’t ship it and I don’t think I’m ever going to. 

favorite episode:

Episode 37: I Look Forward To It. 

Ah, the onsen episode... I know this one by heart. 

Okay, I guess I should explain myself, because on the surface this looks like pure empty fan-service (on both sides), but this episode actually has some really great character and plot-related moments. It’s the part I always jump back into when I re-read the manga, because it’s where things really start to kick off. Seirin’s been beaten down and hopeless and finally have their chance at revenge, and they find out in this episode that they’re going to be getting it right away. There’s some really great Seirin and Touou bonding, some more evidence of Momoi being a data-gathering badass (though her actual appearance in this ep bombs the Bechdel test and kinda just rubs me the wrong way). 

My favorite part, though, is Aomine and Kuroko’s confrontation in the bath house. I’ve heard someone say once (and I agree) that this episode shows a whole team of naked men (and two naked women) and yet the scene with the most sexual tension has everyone fully clothed. It’s also just a super emotionally-charged moment, full of saying things without saying them, and Kagami showing up to declare Seirin’s intentions of victory is the cherry on top. I love this episode, I’ve probably watched it about a hundred times, but I’d gladly watch it a hundred more and that tells me it’s my favorite.  

saddest death:

Himuro’s character development. I mean uh... Kiyoshi’s leg breaking, yeah, that’s totally it. Actually, him leaving at the end of season 3 is really sad, we don’t get many third years retiring in this show but that hit just as hard.

favorite season:

Season 2. It’s where the show kicks into high gear, and the plot really gets rolling. It’s well-paced and exciting up until the middle of the Yousen game, and shows so much awesome development for the characters it introduced in the previous season. Everyone gets some new abilities, but my favorite reveals have to be Kuroko’s Vanishing Drive and Overflow (that moment when Izuki gets “erased” in the Seirin/Touou game lives in my head rent free), and of course the Zone. Season 1 is nice and season 3 has some really iconic moments, but season 2 is great from start to (almost) finish, and that makes it the strongest of the bunch.

least favorite season:

As I said, it has some iconic moments, but KNB’s weakest season by far is its finale. For one thing, it focuses almost entirely on a single game, and so that game drags on forever, beyond the realm of enjoyment until it becomes tedious to get through. Besides that, though, it goes out of its way to introduce plot threads and characters that don’t really go anywhere (Haizaki and Ogiwara come to mind...) the animation budget takes a noticeable beating, and so do the trajectories of two of Season 2′s most interesting antagonists (Himuro and Akashi). The main saving grace of this season is the Teiko arc, but, enjoyable as it is, under a critical eye it’s still a lengthy, pretty unnecessary detour that stops the main narrative dead in its tracks and all but kills the tension for the final game.  

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate:

Would it be gratuitous to say Akashi, at this point? It’s funny, because I never really liked him, and didn’t understand why so many people did, but I never had any strong opinions about him until recently, when I started looking at his character up close bc I’ve run out of reasons not to. Again, if you like him, that’s totally fine, but I just can’t agree.

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave:

Uhh... Imayoshi, I think. I don’t know what it is about this guy, but I love him so much. He’s a shit, and he knows it, but he’s also smart, and funny, and kind of just a big dork? Severely underrated character, with a really unique look (I don’t care if he doesn’t have eyes except when he’s pissed, it’s good character design, you guys are just mean). 

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave:

Oh, Kuroko... sidelined in your own damn show. I’ve heard people argue that Kuroko is not the protagonist of KNB, and in fact it’s Kagami, and just... whether that’s true or not technically, it just makes me sad for Kuroko bc once again he’s being overlooked in favor of other, more flashy characters on screen. Maybe that’s the point, but still, I don’t see this guy get nearly enough attention considering his name is in the fucking title. Kuroko is every bit as valid and interesting as the other GoM, and the other members of Seirin, often even more so, and he deserves all the love.

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship:

Pretty much anything with Haizaki, but because this is me we’re talking about... AoHai. I used to be interested purely from a hatefucking standpoint, but recently I’ve seen some art and short little ficlets, and... have started to maybe ship it... unironically? Um. Yeah, so that happened.

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship:

KiKuro. I don’t think I’ve really talked about them before, I love their backstory and dynamic, and I tend to write them together off on the sidelines, but I’m not very passionate about this one. Maybe because it is often used as a background ship, maybe because they both work better with other people (side tangent: their dynamic instantly becomes more interesting the second you throw a third person in the mix... doesn’t matter who it is either, KiKuroKaga? AoKiKuro? KiKuroMomo? I could go on) Idk. It’s sweet, but I don’t often give this pairing a whole lot of thought on its own, maybe I ought to...

#shin speaks #answered #knb #i can't get into these things without giving long detailed answers anymore can I #side effect of analyzing my favorite show and breaking it down until I barely recognize it I guess #I've got a full essay on the successes and downfalls of KNB coming in a bit #so uh #prepare for that #thanks for asking! I hope this doesn't piss anyone off too much #lmao

[bthump]

Do you think there's any way post eclipse that griffguts could have still ended up together? Like if they actually talked at the hill of swords about why guts left/how the sacrifice happened or something. I think it MIGHT be possible, since Guts seems desperate to separate Griffith from Femto.

I think they could still end up together, but I don’t think they could have at any point between Hill of Swords and Griffith getting Falconia. And I mean what would be believable characterization-wise in eg a fic, not what’s likely to happen in canon lol, sadly I don’t believe there’s much of a possibility they’ll canonically end up together. But I think it could make sense after some time passes?

Like I completely agree, Guts was basically ready to forgive and forget and join him again on the Hill of Swords if NGriff just gave him half a reason to separate NGriff from Femto and treat NGriff as if he’s not responsible for Femto’s actions. Guts is the easy side of the equation.

But imo there’s no way NGriff was going to let that happen. He doesn’t want Guts to join him, he wants to stay far away from Guts and pretend his fluttering heart had nothing to do with him. And considering what happened last time he was in love with Guts you can see why lol, Guts is his giant glaring weakness that cost him his dream last time around and he sacrificed him at least partially to try to escape his feelings for him, so he doesn’t want to admit that didn’t work until he’s got no choice.

But when he does have no choice? Hell yeah. Once he’s forced to reluctantly admit to himself that he still feels feelings I could actually p easily imagine him deciding that maybe it’s the less risky option to tempt Guts onto his side.

Buuuuut I think there’d still need to be something extra to shove them together because he doesn’t actually know Guts loves him lol, they never did solve that miscommunication, so Griffith is still not going to do anything even if he does gain self awareness.

So like, I like to think that if Guts went full Berserk mode and killed a bunch of his friends it would push him towards Griffith, yk, like the Beast of Darkness said (”if you do this you’ll get closer and closer to Griffith), and he might seek him out on his own, in Beast of Darkness mode or not. And I love the idea of Griffith letting something human slip and that being enough for Guts to “forget his urge to kill” and come back out of Beast of Darkness mode. And then you at least have a starting point?

And I guess Griffith would either have to lose his fetus feelings scapegoat or maybe do something stupid for Guts again that he can’t deny to himself even with the fetus.

So, here’s a possible scenario: NGriff shows up at Elfhelm, this is Casca’s last straw and her memories all come out and send her into despair, behelit opens, Casca sacrifices fetus, this doesn’t kill NGriff but does get the kid’s soul out of him, watching Casca go monster fucks Guts up and he goes Beast of Darkness, attacks NGriff, NGriff is like shit I still don’t want to kill him guess it wasn’t the fetus after all, he fucks off back to Falconia, Berserker Guts kills a bunch of friends including the kids he’s babysitting and Elfhelm doesn’t stop him because Danann and Skull Knight basically arranged this sequence of events so they could use Guts and Casca as weapons (and they saw NGriff fail to kill Guts so they know they’ve got a good thing going here).

Berserk Guts gets sent out with some Elfhelm backup to help take care of the apostle army, Danann can see fate and also presumably subvert fate what with being magical with a big ol witch spirit tree so she can outmaneuver NGriff and ambush him while he’s away from Falconia (just to make things simpler) - but NGriff is Griffith and doesn’t just rely on fate, he is also just plain smart in his own right so he anticipates this (sort of like how he knew Skull Knight would try to attack him while all Femto-ed up during the Ganishka confrontation) and manages to finagle a situation where he and Guts are alone together, by winning the fight or escaping it or whatever, idc. Guts wakes up when Griffith refuses to fight him/Guts lands a non-fatal hit on him or something, and amidst a whole lot of angst and anger realizes how hard he’s been played.

NGriff is like, it’s basically Danann and Skull Knight’s fault that you killed all your friends, you should probably get some revenge, Guts has lost his joie de vengeance against griffith having walked a mile in his monster shoes, there’s a lot of internal conflict but griffguts wins out and Guts takes the opportunity/excuse to join him again against Danann this time, and things inevitably progress from there. Plus if Guts needs an extra push you can always compare Femto to the Beast of Darkness and have Guts separate that mentality from NGriff anyway, whether NGriff feels regret or not. It’s not forgiveness or even not holding him responsible for Femto, more acknowledgement that Guts can’t say he’s any better now and if he’s not going to kill himself what right does he have to kill Griffith? ~Maybe they deserve each other~

That or Guts hatefucks him while beast of darkness-y and Griffith lets him and then they sort shit out. Yes he’s wearing armour but it’s magic inner-darkness-expressing armour and this is Berserk, obviously there’s got to be a way to fuck while wearing it.

#Anonymous #headcanons #ask #this is a fic idea i've had for a while lol #@ anyone reading feel free to steal it #canon continuation

[missn11]

Now ya gotta do Nines! >:3

@nessynoname Lol yeah I was waiting for someone to ask me about Nines! 😄

How I feel about this character: Ohh Nines! 🥰 I really love him so much! I love how he’s so passionate about the Anarchs cause, his views, and the fact you can interpret his character in many different ways either as a hard but inwardly softhearted man that wants to do the right thing or as a fallen rebel who's slowly but surely becoming a cult leader, which make him really fun for me to explore his character in my fics. 😄 ( here’s a link to @brujahinaskirt ‘s essay for context about Nines possibly being a cult leader comment https://brujahinaskirt.tumblr.com/post/623647486574247936/missn11-says-ask-and-ye-shall-receive-fellow) Also I have enjoyed Nines’ appearances on LA by Night a ton as well, in fact he was the reason I started watching LA by Night in the first place!

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Oh well, I ship Nines/LaCroix,(so much conflict and hatefucking XD I did talk about this in my LaCroix ask post  https://missn11.tumblr.com/post/628373491366985728/lets-do-the-give-me-a-character-ask-game-again#notes ) Nines/Ming Xiao (again the same with LaCroix/Nines but with even more added conflicted feelings and they both kind of have in common that both Nines’ and Ming Xiao’s actions are all for serving their community which is something I don’t think a lot had been dealt with but I’m slowly and surely working on it in my Nines/Ming Xiao fic https://archiveofourown.org/works/22794310/chapters/54472147 ) and my absolute fave ship I have for Nines is shipping him with both LaCroix and Ming Xiao again all the hate sex and politics or cute and cuddly movie nights! XD And of course I adore Nines/Fledgling and always excited to find new fanart/fanfic of them :D Also I do have a fondest of Nines/Damsel/Skelter too!  

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Again I do enjoy what little I have seen Nines’ friendship with Damsel and Skelter and wish there was more of it shown in other VTM media (maybe we’ll be lucky in VTMB2 and Damsel will talk about missing Nines and Skelter) And I really enjoy seeing Nines’ mentor relationship with Annabelle in LA by Night, they really have such a sweet dynamic (goody Brujah taking care and teaching baby goody Brujah!) and I really want to see more of how their relationship changes and grows in the later seasons. :3 

My unpopular opinion about this character: oof man, I wish that Nines would make a choice already wherever to be the leader of the Anarch movement in LA or not because as @the-bloody-masquerade had pointed out in their post https://missn11.tumblr.com/post/628317366842998784/for-the-give-me-a-character-ask-game-nines#notes it’s getting tired now and I’m a little pissed that he is even allowing Annabelle a two-month-old Kindred be the face of the rebellion rather than finally take charge (to be fair at least he is mentoring her but still) and I also don’t care for some people’s view of Nines only being a hard tough guy all the time and showing no softness at all, especially when it comes to romantic relationships. And also him being portrayed as an angry man all the time really isn’t my fave either.  

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon.: Oh, I guess I would like for Nines to have more appearances in LA by Night but I would like to see him much happier or learn more of what caused his spark to fade away, I’m sure it was a big event that caused it. and also more appearances in VTM media. (I’m sad he won’t be in VTMB2 but okay XD) Also this might be a longshot and a monkey’s paw at the end of the day, I wish they confirm that Nines is queer in some way too, it’ll be nice to have more male queer characters that are decent/heroic in VTM lore tbh.

#vampire the masquerade #Vampire The Masquerade Bloodlines #VTMB #nines rodriguez #asks #nessynoname

[chaoskatya]

unfinished brooke x katya hatefuck fic

hi yall :^) so ive had this sitting in my drafts for a WHILE and ive barely dented the actual planned plot but still i felt like it was kind of a waste of what i did write to not ?? idk do something with it? this was originally written for AQ’s rarepair event but irl stuff got in the way so it never got finished, and i kinda lost the inspo to finish it (for now? idk) so here it is, posted unedited in however it was when i last touched it

brooke x katya hatefuck, (well, planned, i obv hadnt written that far) inspired by pics of trixie and brooke together that one time they were weirdly hanging out a lot irl and that one outfit brooke has that looks like that one outfit katya has the polkadot one u know it

“Ugh, I swear, Vi! She really has something against me! I think she hates me!”

Katya punctuates her sentence with a flail of her arms for emphasis before flopping back onto her bed. Violet just rolls her eyes at her roommate’s dramatics, as per usual. This is the third time they’ve had this conversation this week.

“So she’s a little icy, what of it? It’s not like you’re not used to having a mega bitch around, you live with me,” Violet responds plainly, not even bothering to look up from her laptop, “and I don’t think anybody could hate you, Kat.”

Katya huffs at that. “No, I swear, she hates me.”

Katya Zamolodchikova is absolutely sure of three things in her university life: One, Trixie Mattel is her best friend. Two, nothing gets in between her and Trixie. Three, Brooke Lynn Hytes is absolutely making her best fucking attempt.

Katya and Trixie had met last year, Katya being a sophomore in visual arts and Trixie a freshman in musical theater, when Katya had accidentally crashed Ginger’s (kind of pathetic) attempt at being a tour guide for the freshmen of her course. They’ve only known each other for a year, but ever since then the two quickly became inseparable and a year had felt like a lifetime. All of their friends knew, and Katya held it close to her heart, that nothing could possibly stand in their way. That is, until the beginning of this semester.

Trixie had been elected as class representative at the start of their sophomore year, which did not surprise Katya one bit. But that meant that when Canadian exchange student Brooke Lynn Hytes had arrived for the semester, it was Trixie’s job to show her around and make her feel welcomed. And being that Brooke’s degree in classical dance meant her and Trixie had quite a few overlapping classes, the two hit it off and had gotten closer and closer since. It’s only half way through the semester, yet Katya feels as though she’s slowly becoming more and more of a background character in Trixie’s life. They still text each other when they can, but hangout times have slowly grown increasingly thin and so has Katya’s sanity. Not that it’s Trixie’s fault, of course…

“I can’t explain it. But I promise, it’s almost like she’s purposefully occupying Trixie from me! Every time it looks like we might get a chance to even just talk, she’s there coming round the corner asking Trixie for help in one of their classes or for show recs or whatever. And she always looks me dead in the eye, with her stupid fucking smirk, like she knows what she just did! I can’t explain the feeling I get when I see her!”

Katya’s hit full ranting steam now, half hanging off her bed still flailing as animated as ever.

Violet shuts her laptop and turns to face her. “Mama, sounds like you hate her. Sure it’s not just in your head because you’re jealous the amazon’s occupying your barbie?”

There’s a beat of silence. “Jealous? I guess?” Katya scrunches up her face and sits up. “I mean, how could I not be? With her stupid long legs and her flowing blonde hair, like god, Vi, she’s practically perfect! And have you seen her dance?”

Katya turns to pose her question, but Violet is just staring, giving her a look she can’t decipher. She continues,

“So then, fine, of course I’m jealous, but that’s because Trix is my best friend. I barely see her anymore, and when I do she’s always there and I just get so riled up! And I’m sure Trix has started to notice because god I just can’t stand it when she’s near, it just sets me alight in an awful way. I’ve never felt this way about anybody before!” And it’s true, Katya really does not think of herself as someone capable of fully hating someone else. But by god, is Brooke really testing that.

Violet scoffs, turning away to open her laptop once more. “Look Mary, all I gotta say is that that’s an awful lot of emotion for some best friend jealousy. Also, you have a lecture starting in ten minutes.”

Fuck! Katya checks her watch and immediately jumps up to scramble for her belongings, deeply thankful for her roommate’s type A tendencies yet internally chastising herself for allowing her ranting to consume her time like that. She quickly kisses Violet on the cheek and bids her farewell before putting on her boots and heading out of their dorm room to make her best effort to speed walk to class.

But as luck would have it, not that Katya has a lot of it, she quite literally walks right into the subject of their prior conversation. Well, speak of the devils…

“Oh! Trixie, hi!” Katya laughs, immediately reacting to steady Trixie from where Katya had almost knocked her over with the door. From the way she was standing, she figured she had opened the door just as Trixie was about knock.

“Katya! Thank god, I was worried you wouldn’t be in,” Trixie smiles back brightly, smoothing her fluffy golden hair back into place. (Not that it’s ever really out of place, Katya thinks to herself.) 

Katya smiles at her, a sight for sore eyes she thinks, but when she realizes Brooke is standing at the end of the hall waiting for Trixie, her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Whether Trixie noticed Katya’s tension or not, she didn’t let on. At least Brooke had the decency to wait at a reasonable distance.

“Uh, yeah, I was just heading out though,” Katya replies, trying her best to look sympathetic. She doesn’t mind that she’s running late anymore, just feels bad she even has to go. “But did you need something?”

Trixie looks equally as sympathetic. “Yeah, uh, listen, I’m really sorry. I know we haven’t been able to hang recently and I’m really sorry for that, midterms and all…”

“Hey, it’s alright, I knew you were busy. It’s no problem, really.” That’s a lie.

“But now that it’s over, let’s celebrate! Let me make it up to you? Be my date to the Edwards party tonight?”

Katya’s smile softens. As much as she was planning to trade in the party for a well-deserved movie night in with Violet and Pearl, she finds she really can’t say no to Trixie, especially not when she’s looking at her like an apologetic puppy. Whipped.

“Down for anything with you, Barbie. Meet you at the dorm hall at 8?”

Trixie squeals and picks Katya up by the middle, “AAAAAAAH yes!! See you bitch!!”

Katya squirms violently to be put down but laughs it off anyway. She really can’t be too mad at her best friend.

“Anyway, I gotta run, see you later Trix!” She rushes to hug Trixie quickly once more before escaping as briskly yet casually as she can out the door. This fails her when all semblance of casualty is lost as she passes the point where Brooke is, all tall and blonde and beautiful even just standing around. As she passes, her gaze quite obviously steels ahead to avoid looking Brooke in the eye, but she can’t fail to catch the quite obvious smug smirk the Canadian has posed on her painted lips.

----

Katya managed to make it to class with only 5 minutes late, thankfully just as her professor was entering the other door. She plops down into her usual seat with an audible groan and immediately drops her head in her hands.

Brooke. Stupid fucking Brooke Lynn Hytes. Lately, Katya’s wandering thoughts always go back to her. There hasn’t been a time where her idle time hasn’t been haunted by a certain ballerina chipping away at her precious concentration. She sees perfect long blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and tone legs that go all the way up. 

If she’s being completely honest with herself, she is just a bit jealous of Brooke but not for the reasons Violet insinuates. I mean, sure, she misses Trixie to bits. But that’s only one of the many straws on the camel that is Katya’s completely rational anger. 

It’s not that she’s perfect, either, but that sure adds another straw. Seemingly introverted, but able to capture the hearts of anyone in her path through quick and honest charm. Graceful and poised, where Katya is not, and tall and curvy, where Katya is not. Katya really doesn’t understand how someone can attend 7am dance classes with a flawless mug and still leave rehearsals with not an eyelash out of place, it’s inhuman.

No, it’s that no matter how much others testify on her behalf, Katya does not understand it. She doesn’t know what she did, but she has somehow done something to aggravate Brooke against her, and it bothers her endlessly that she doesn’t even know what she did to incur such spite. Katya doesn’t see any of the charm or kindness that others profess, only smug smirks and cocky passive-aggressive jabs and a seemingly passionate desire to find any way she can to poke Katya’s buttons and prompt some kind of response. She’s lucky Katya has a lot more self control than most, and she’s restrained herself from biting back thus far.

She thinks back to the first time she spotted Brooke, on the first day of the semester when Katya had gotten bored and decided to drop in on Trixie’s representative duties despite explicit instructions not to intrude. She had found her in one of the gardens of the student commons, and instinctively made her way to run up and tackle her before realizing Trixie wasn’t alone and stopping dead in her tracks.

Trixie was sitting next to someone Katya didn’t recognize, which was a surprise in itself because Katya knew next to everybody personally in their modestly sized arts college.  The girl was sitting next to Trixie on a bench, both hands holding one of Trixie’s own as Trixie appeared to animatedly be telling some story. Trixie then finally noticed Katya frozen standing awkwardly at some distance and paused in the middle of her speech to yell at Katya and becon her over. 

“Katya! This is Brooke Lynn, a Canadian exchange student for the semester. Brooke, this is Katya, my best friend!”

Brooke lazily shifted her gaze from Trixie to give Katya the once over, glancing her up and down. Whatever she saw, she suddenly stood up and crowded into Katya’s space, gazing down at her intensely directly from the advantage their clear height difference gave her.

“Well, it’s certainly nice to meet you… Katya.” 

And on her lips, the same painted red smirk. The same stupid smirk that would continuously haunt her until…

“Kat, you with us girl?” Hissed Pearl in her ear, jabbing her hard in the side.

#brooke lynn hytes #katya zamolodchikova #rpdr rpf #rpdr fanfic #brooke x katya #THE WHOLE PLOT WAS LIKE DONE i just lost the inspo to finish the thing #so idk i just felt weirdly compelled to like. post it #idk itll ease my guilt maybe for not finishing it #cat writes #cat.txt #my fics #wips

[up2eleven]

Underrated Gems: The Bravery

Is it a bit of a cop-out if I start my “Such-and-such is an underrated album” feature by saying that the artist’s entire catalog merits your attention?

No?

Good!

Because, if there is any artist that warrants your attention, It’s The Bravery. Formed in 2003 in New York during the height of the state’s post-punk revival that would spawn similar bands like The Strokes (I’ll talk about them in another post). In 2004, they released their first EP titled the Unconditional EP and regularly played late-night shows at several clubs in New York that regularly sold out and garnered the attention of many record labels.

In 2005 they released their self-titled debut album

This is a damn good album, and still, in my opinion, the band’s best album. Everything on this album is wonderful, the production, the sound, the lyrics, you name it, there isn’t a single flaw that drags this album down. The album opens with the song “An Honest Mistake” and if you’ve never heard the song, please click here for the music video, because, though the song itself is great, the music video elevates it to a whole new level.

They followed that single up with the swaggering “Fearless” again, bolstered with a slick music video, this song is brash, ballsy, and in your face. Let me reiterate: this song rules, even with the blunt reference to oral sex, a tad on the nose, but the moment is fleeting, and honestly, it fits with the overall boastful and braggadocious tone of the track, I dig it! Another highlight on the album is the follow-up track, “Tyrant.” While this song was not an official single, this song is a nearly five-minute slow-burn of a track that is heavy on the synths and electronic beats and merits a listen based on the lyrics alone “Every time you come around There's another bouquet for me A corsage of promises and I am pinned Like a butterfly on a card Now I'm naked and I'm scarred And you're so perfect to me”

The final single that the album produced was “Unconditional.” The ninth track on the album, this song is kind of a buried gem, the pitched-up and fuzzed-out keyboard effects in the opening are a bit jarring (especially if you listen at top volume), but then the song kicks in with a thick and meaty bass line that grabs hold of you by the throat and doesn’t let you go until the song is over. The song also came with a video, it is definitely worth checking out.

I can go on and on about this album and just how wonderful it is, and it truly is wonderful. However, they have two more albums in their discography that need to be addressed, so let’s move on. In 2007, they released their follow-up to their debut, titled “The Sun and the Moon.”

This album was honestly a bit of a letdown. I hate to say it, “The Sun and the Moon” just isn’t that good. It is by no means a terrible album, it’s just forgettable. This isn’t to say that it isn’t without its songs worth checking out, and I’ll get to that in a minute, but the reason why it isn’t as good as its predecessor has to do with the creative direction the band took. They moved away from the synth-heavy new wave sound present in their debut and opted for a more stripped-down garage sound. While not necessarily a bad thing, change is good, and the band wanted to try new things and expand upon their creativity.

That being said, this album still warrants a listen, it’s just there are a lot more songs that can be skipped on this album, but some songs that are worth checking out are “Believe,” “Time Won’t Let Me Go,” and “Angelina.” That last song, in my opinion, is the best song on the album simply because it’s so damn relatable. Who here can honestly say that they haven’t taken a significant other for granted? Exactly, no one. The chorus is just so powerful and packs an emotional punch about a love lost and earnest regret.

“Nothing’s ever set in stone Nothing’s ever set in stone Everything I have someday  Will fall apart and fade away.”

Outside of those three stand-out tracks, there really isn’t much for this album to offer. It’s just kind of there. They did release a remix album titled “The Sun and the Moon: Complete” a year later, which had alternate “moon versions” of each of the tracks, but at that point, it felt redundant and unnecessary, Thankfully, they returned to form in their 2009 album “Stir the Blood.”

This album, while still not as good as their debut, and again, I really hate to compare new efforts to their predecessors, was better than “The Sun and the Moon.” One, it brought back the new wave aspects that were sorely missed in the previous album, and in some ways, even expanded into dream-pop territory with songs like “Slow Poison” and  the electropop sounding “I Want to Be Your Skin.” They even got a little political in their song “Adored” where they directly reference the devastation caused by Hurricane Katrina. The Fourth track, on the album, is by far, the darkest song they have ever written. Simply titled “Hatefuck,” yeah, three guesses as to what that song is about.

Overall, the album is a pretty good spin, even if it wasn’t as good as their debut album. Unfortunately, the Bravery got into the music scene during a crowded period, alongside bands like The White Stripes, The Killers, Franz Ferdinand, The Strokes, and others, and well, people just kind of wrote them off as generic and forgettable and the Bravery ultimately disbanded and went their separate ways in 2012. I think that will go down as one of the biggest crimes in rock music during the early aughts (aside from giving Nickelback a career, but I digress), they deserved way better than what they got, and that is why I say, wholeheartedly and sincerely, The Bravery deserves your attention and are worth listening to.

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