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mehiwilldoitlater · 6 months

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"We should break up."

His voice can be as sharp as a bullet; if it wasn't for the water in the kitchen, the glass in your hand would have shattered into at least two pieces.

You turned him. His eyes were dark, but they were looking at the small window in front of you. Simon was a man of stone and iron, but for some reason, your face was something that he couldn't fight.

"....w....what did you-"

"I said that we should break up."

"I heard you the first time!"

You almost shout. It felt like a bullet in your chest, and you needed the extra support to not lose support. You tried to gain some composure, like the fact that the man that you love and cherish is not just breaking your heart in two.

"...Why? Why do you want to break up? Oh, don't feed that it's not you, it's me bullshit, because I'm pretty sure it's not that!"

He sighed silently. It was a cliché, but mostly that was the reason. He tried to find the right world for every possible good reason. But you, you were always so good for him, always so ready to throw out the lines of his thoughts.

You kept looking at him, a man that at the beginning was almost scary, a shadow that appeared from nowhere, and Just Vegano Ro became the rock of your life, the lighthouse in the storm. But now, you were the storm, and he was just lost.

"It's complicated..."

"COMPLICATED?! You think...did you at least...oh God... Did you find someone else? Are you seeing someone else?"

There is some form of emotion in those eyes. He grabbed you by your arm, the same one that you retract with a face of betrayal.

"NO! There's no one! You're the only one!"

"Then why did you want to break up?"

Your eyes were fuming; it was like you forgot that he wanted to break up with you; now you just wanted to know the reason for this decision. He didn't want to tell you; it was so selfish of him. It was, but it was for the better.

You didn't deserve that; you didn't deserve the pain. But you didn't want any of that.

"At least look me in the eyes!"

"I don't want you to live like this, okay?"

He snapped, his eyes finally meeting yours. Thetre was something—a strange new light that he usually was able to keep in check every time—but now it was wild, furious, and wanted to get free from every self-control that Simon had put it under.

"I can't. I don't want you to live. I have the idea that maybe one day I won't come back. I don't even know what could happen if someone used you against me. God forbid... I just..."

He inhaled, calming that emotion in his chest. Taking a spot on a chair, he passed his hand throw on his golden locks, a strange vision on his scarred face. His icy eyes, so scared, were looking at your expression. You were confused; why say all those staff now?

"In the last mission, one of our men died... They went to his girlfriend for the news, and she was so broken... Her...wrists were...in the bathtub."

He wasn't scared of the image per se; the amount of horror that he had seen and made was enough to make every slasher movie a funny cartoon for him. What really scared him was his mind, which placed the image with another character in that story, the person in front of him.

It felt a little clearer now. You massaged your face, trying to cope with that new information. Simon looked so scared. In pain.

"Okay, let me just ...you want to break up with me because you're scared that, in a hypothetical way, I could...I-it's this what you want to say?"

Maybe the rational part of him wanted to give you another answer, something less sellfish on himself. Something that could be reasonable, something that could hide his weakness.

Deep down, the fear of losing you, a simple civilian without care in the world, was lingering.

He didn't responded because now the rational side of him was strung by the fact he didn't want to give away his life with you.

You sat down, got the message, and..

"Well, forgive me, but I refuse."

"I'm doing it for..."

"NO! No, no, Simon, listen."

8You cleared your throat, fighting the urge to cry. Between the two, you were the one who didn't want to surrender—not now.

"Let's talk hypothetically, all right? In another world, you are just Simon. Not Ghost, no 141 team, no missions... Just Simon Riley, a simple accountant for an office."

"An office?"

"Shut up."

He chuckled, not for your small talk but for the strange idea of him living a normal life.

"In that world, the other Y/n and Simon live a pretty normal life. They wake you up, go to work, message each other a little during the day, then go back home, eat, and sleep! They don't need to worry about anything in their lives except taxes, and the most dangerous thing that Simon has ever done is, uh, a green tie and red socks!"

"That's scandalous..."

"I know, he's terryfing sometime, and...and Y/N is fine by that! For them, Simon is perfect in that way, and they would never change him for anything else! And...is the same for me."

He was aware of how small your hand was; god, he had even fantasized a little about it sometimes, but seeing it now, holding it on his own, he felt like he was being held by the strongest force in the world.

"I don't want to change anything. I love everything about this life that I have with you. I love that I can have your team for occasional lunches, and we have to buy more beers because John finished the last one. I love that I have to remind you to clean your boots before getting inside the house. I love that you call me in the middle of the night and are wondering why I am so grumpy, and I have to remind you about the time zone. God, I even love when I can hear your voice after days that I barely hear you on a mission, and I almost cry because I fucking believe that you actually died!"

Your hands trembled on their own, and the tears that you tried to hold started to run down your cheekbone, reflecting the small and fragile light in your kitchen. He hated to make you cry. His hands tried to reach your head to caress your hair, afraid that you could have broken it into thousands of pieces.

"I don't want to change anything about that! And... and you can't give up on us because you're afraid of something like that! You can't, okay, is not fucking fair!"

"I know; I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry. Please don't cry."

It was so funny to believe that he could crumble by just seeing you in such pain—one that he didn't even want to cause you. To believe that he even wanted to leave you to avoid this possibility...

"I'm an idiot..."

"You are! I don't want to lose you!"

"I'm sorry. I'm not leaving... I'm messed up."

Your trembling hands reached his shoulder, holding him like our lives were just a step away from a fatal fall and he was your last chance at survival.

"We both are... But I love you like this in any case."

He promised two things that night: firstly, to never fall again in his own fear just because he was scared of something that he barely could've control, and secondly, to not die. If that was the only way to keep that scenario in his head at bay, and having the one that you were there, in your shared house, waiting for him, then maybe that was enough reason to live and fight.

#cod #ghost x reader #ghost #simon ghost riley #call of duty

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thewertsearch · 10 months

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EB: i'm sorry karkat, i didn't realize we screwed up so bad. CG: ALRIGHT WELL CG: I WASN'T EXPECTING YOU TO MAN UP AND APOLOGIZE FOR IT, SO OK I'LL GIVE YOU CREDIT FOR THAT. [...] EB: i just feel kind of bad i fell asleep, i don't know what came over me. [...] CG: HEY, INOPPORTUNE NAPS HAPPEN IN THIS GAME.

I love that even at this early stage, Karkat keeps forgetting that he's supposed to be 'mad' at John.

CG: I MANAGED TO STAY AWAKE FOR SEVERAL WEEKS STRAIGHT, I DIDN'T WANT TO LET MY GUARD DOWN FOR A SECOND. [...] CG: AFTER IT WAS ALL OVER, AND WE RETREATED IN FAILURE CG: I FOOLISHLY DID. CG: AND THAT'S WHEN I SAW HIM. [...] CG: JACK.

Poor Karkat probably thought he was back from Alternia with a vengeance - which would be doubly painful, since Karkat liked Jack, and was completely against Exiling him.

CG: HE WAS WEARING A RING I DIDN'T RECOGNIZE, CERTAINLY NOT ONE BELONGING TO OUR QUEENS. [...] CG: HE WORE IT ON HIS ONE HAND, WHICH WAS COVERED IN OUR MUTANT BLOOD.

If Jack had got that blood from the troll session, we'd have a pretty good idea who it belonged to.

But Jack arrived with that blood. It came from the human session, and could have belonged to anyone there.

The narrative is giving it a lot of focus, though - even in Jade: Enter, the camera kept lingering on Jack's arm. This is 'important' blood, which will be shed in a pivotal moment later on.

Move over, Bilious Slick - there's a new god in these parts.

CG: I PRETTY QUICKLY DETERMINED THAT HE WAS FROM YOUR SESSION, NOT OURS. [...] CG: AND I WAS SORT OF RELIEVED CG: RELIEVED BUT ALSO ENRAGED CG: I'M SURE YOU KNOW THE FEELING. [...] EB: not really.

This is how you can tell John's not a programmer yet.

Get back to me when you've been debugging for two hours, and you realize you missed a free(). Then you'll know exactly what Karkat is feeling.

CG: I'VE GOT TO REWIND THE TAPE ON THIS CLUSTERFUCK AND FIGURE OUT WHAT WENT WRONG. EB: yeah, i should get going too. EB: my friend is pestering me, and i doubt she likes to be kept waiting. EB: (she is sort of the bossy type!) CG: WHY WOULD I CARE ABOUT YOUR DUMB HUMAN FRIEND AND HER PETULANT, MEANINGLESS DEMANDS.

'What went wrong' is the girl who's messaging John right now.

I cannot wait for Karkat to figure out who actually caused the Mistake, and confront Vriska directly. It'll be cathartic, I think, for his rage to be directed to someone who's deliberately responsible for their problems.

Karkat is no match for Vriska, of course - but he doesn't necessarily have to be. He's a leader, and once he starts yelling about who actually got them trapped in the Veil, the other trolls are sure to take his side, no matter how annoying he is.

Vriska is extremely resourceful, but if Karkat rallies all the surviving trolls against her, her victory is far from guaranteed. She'll be up against Terezi, Kanaya and Sollux - not to mention Feferi, who's recently proven she's not as much of a pushover as you'd expect.

This is all hypothetical, of course. Before we can talk about Vriska's plans, we need to understand what the fuck she's playing at here. It's possible that this was ultimately for everyone's benefit - but I think it's more likely an act of hubris. Vriska seems bent on fighting Jack directly, so I think she's messing with his timeline to make him vulnerable in some way. That's not how the Alpha works, Vriska!

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #s83 #2938

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queerfables · 8 months

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I have this thought that's simmering in the back of my head, and there's some evidence for it, but I simply can't take myself seriously on it, because the idea hits my favourite tropes way too perfectly. I'm, like, 90% sure I should admit to myself that what I actually want is to write fic about this and skip the meta entirely. But apparently this is how I process things these days, so you get my wild projections masquerading as analysis first, and maybe if you're lucky some kind of story later.

So, Nina's partner, Lindsay. Not so much a person as an analogy, right? The consensus is that this relationship is a stand in for Aziraphale's relationship with Heaven, making Heaven the toxic partner holding Aziraphale back from finding real happiness. But the more I think about it, the more I feel like we've taken that assumption and worked backwards from it to prove that Nina is really Aziraphale's mirror and Maggie is really Crowley's.

Look, I realise that drawing the line from Nina to Crowley and Maggie to Aziraphale feels obnoxiously obvious. There are superficial similarities, but does it go any deeper than their general demeanour? When we look at how Nina describes Crowley and Aziraphale - the hard-bitten one who doesn't trust, the soft one who still believes in goodness - I think there's honestly a solid argument to be made that both descriptions could apply to either one of them. I don't think that's conclusive. The thing that's really giving me pause is that Crowley's car and Nina's shop both play Queen. It seems like such a clear signal that they're foils. There's also the fact that the partition around her shop has a very snake-like pattern embedded in it, quite similar in shape to Crowley's tattoo (a detail that pairs nicely with the apple-tree motif on the French restaurant next door).

If Nina is Crowley's mirror, does that mean that Crowley is the one trapped in a toxic relationship? And here's the part where I absolutely cannot trust my brain to give me sensible feedback, because the little gremlin who lives there immediately shuts off all higher functions at the first hint a character might be unwillingly beholden to a nefarious outside force. Especially if they are keeping it a secret.

Could Crowley have been blackmailed or coerced into working for Hell again, despite nominally being estranged from it? I literally could not tell you, because my brain is too busy yelling yes yes yes please oh my god yes. I just love the idea way too much to be rational about it.

I won't insult anyone by labeling this next section "supporting evidence", but here are some ways I think it could fit into canon as it's been established:

In light of my recent meta on how to think about Good Omen's twists, I've been ruminating on some of the big questions I have about season 2. And one of the ones that keeps jostling for my attention is, why are Crowley and Aziraphale not together yet? I don't mean that flippantly, what I mean is - I believe that Crowley and Aziraphale are both aware of the way they feel about each other, and have been for some time. If that's true, what's keeping them apart? Obviously there are quite a few potential answers to this, including the possibility that I'm wrong and they're not both consciously aware of their feelings for each other. But it's an idea I find compelling. They're not together because they're not free yet. And not just in a hypothetical looming threat kind of way.

When Beelzebub summons Crowley in 2x01, Crowley says "I thought we had a generalised understanding." Beelzebub replies, "We don't. You're still a traitor," and then goes on to threaten him with a bounty. The obvious implication is that the understanding they don't have is from the end of season one, that Hell will leave Crowley and Aziraphale alone. But what if it's a different kind of understanding? What if the subtext of Beelzebub's offer for whatever he wants is that he can have enough power to be free of whatever nasty little job he's supposed to be doing on the sly? (Not enough to break free of Hell entirely, though. Never enough for that.)

On the other hand, Crowley doesn't recognise Beelzebub's new face, but they must have been wearing it for a while given all their meetings with Gabriel. Is Crowley bound to the one demon higher than Beelzebub, then? Sorry, the gleeful brain gremlin is the only one available to take questions on this. It sure would be sexy, though, if both the power difference and the secrecy involved were as extreme as possible.

This is a weird little detail that probably doesn't mean anything, but when Aziraphale gets back from Edinburgh, it's early in the morning the day of the ball. The streets are mostly empty and Nina is just arriving for work. Aziraphale helps Crowley put the plants back in the Bentley, and at some point after this, Crowley takes the car and leaves. He must do, because we see him come back. Where did he go? He can't have been gone more than a couple of hours at most, because he arrives back in time to follow Aziraphale around convincing everyone to attend his ball. Okay, fine, maybe Crowley just needed to get away, relax somewhere there's no amnesiac archangel breathing down his neck. But the timeline is so short it seems like a strange detail. It makes me think that Crowley might actually have been hiding something, here. I don't know that this theory is the most likely explanation, but it sure could be an explanation.

And finally, for maximum angst potential, imagine Aziraphale finding out that after everything Crowley said about how toxic Heaven and Hell are, after all the grief he gave Aziraphale for returning to Heaven, that Crowley had been secretly working for Hell all along? WOOF.

#good omens #i am so sorry that there are some genuinely interesting meta details hidden in this self indulgent trash fire #by rights they should belong to something more sensible #but this is the meta we have #fable talks good omens #it's waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too late and i'm posting this without reading it over again if i've left any sentences hanging no i didn't

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maddiewritesstucky · 2 years

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Kiss The Quarterback — Part One

When star quarterback Steve and his right-hand man Bucky lead their team to a National Championship, Senator Rogers takes it upon himself to invite the two young athletes to meet with him in person to celebrate their victory.

But the Senator has more than a congratulatory handshake in mind, and what transpires behind the closed door of the Senator’s office is beyond any reward the boys could ever have expected...

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 3.6k

Tags: gang bang adjacent, oral sex, blow jobs, dirty talk, humiliation (verbal and physical), degradation, voyeurism, authority kink, daddy kink, power dynamics, dom/sub relationship, orgasm control, free use, hand job, light subspace, edging, enthusiastic consent

A/N: Originally written as a birthday gift for our girl @rainbowsandcoconut, Sister K @howdoyousleep3 and I are so excited to finally share our first ever collaboration! This fic is POV switching, between Jock Steve and Intern Bucky. The scandal is only just beginning — Part 2 coming soon.

Find more of K’s Senator here, and my Jocks here.

“I’m gonna flirt with him.”

“Bucky, no.”

“I am, I’m gonna do it.”

“You are not gonna flirt with the state fucking Senator, Bucky. Don’t blow this for us.”

“Oh, I’ll blow something,” Bucky laughs, reaching to tug at the collar of Steve’s dress shirt. “You fuckin’ seen Senator Rogers? Guy looks like he could bench press you.”

Steve bats Bucky’s hands away, and turns to survey his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window; nervously brushing at his suit. “You’re a pain in my ass, you know that? Fuckin’ knew I should’ve brought Wilson instead.”

“Jesus, Steve, would you relax? This is a privilege, remember?” Bucky says, dripping sarcasm as he parrots their coach’s words from earlier. “You brought home the championship, and now you get to shake the Senator’s hand, can you believe?”

“Oh my god, would you shut—”

“Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes?” A woman with dark-rimmed glasses and a clipboard raps on the doorframe of the small waiting room, gesturing for them to follow her out into the hall. “The Senator is ready for you now. This way, please.”

The way Bucky grins when Steve looks his way does absolutely nothing to quell Steve’s anxiety.

“Showtime…”

“You just sit there and look pretty for our guests. You think you can do that for me?”

The Senator’s breath blows hot and damp across Bucky’s jaw, the drag of Steve’s teeth making him squirm in his chair. A small kiss to his chin is soothing but he wants one on his lips, huffs for it, fingers digging into the front of Steve’s suit jacket.

“Yes, Daddy,” he replies, easy like a hot knife through butter. He gets a kiss on his cheek for his troubles, but he’s needy, wants a proper kiss, right on his lips.

“You ever see these guys before? These college jocks?” Steve asks him with a grip of his chin, and Bucky shakes his head in response.

“I think you’re in for a treat, sweetheart. How hospitable are you feelin’ tonight?” he asks and what...what does that mean? Bucky’s eyebrows knit together in confusion until Steve clarifies.

“Should I offer up my slutty intern to these boys? Give them my own little present for winning the National Championship?”

Oh.

Bucky’s body clenches up immediately, neck going weak but the Senator holding his chin taut. This time he is given a kiss to his parted lips, one laced with the ghost of a smirk, one that drinks his whine right off of his mouth. It’s hypothetical, fantasy, an inquiry meant to make Bucky wiggle in his seat, but it makes Bucky achy.

His Daddy offering him up to someone else? The chance to make the Senator proud? Bucky is more than okay with that.

He purses his lips into the chaste kisses Steve gives him, but now he’s hungry, now he wants more, asks for it with a pull on Steve’s suit. The Senator bats Bucky’s hands away as he stands.

“Maybe Daddy’ll give you a little treat before you head home tonight if you’re good for me.”

Bucky has no chance to respond to Steve’s offer, swallowing down yet another disgusting whine instead of letting the older man hear it. Steve turns towards the sharp knock at the door, Bucky standing on wobbly legs and following suit.

“Gentlemen! I hear congrats are in order…”

Bucky almost falls right back down into his chair.

“Senator Rogers, thank you so much for inviting us to meet with you.”

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine. I’ve been watching you boys from the beginning of the season and now you’re here? C’mon, I had to congratulate you in person.”

Bucky is almost certain he’s walked into a wet dream. Chiseled jawlines, summer sky eyes, muscle and strength as far as the eye can see— these athletes have most definitely starred in some of Bucky’s recurring fantasies. Bucky is so taken aback that he barely makes out the Senator’s words as the blond, first through the door, turns to Bucky.

“This is one of my interns, James,” The Senator offers, and Bucky is nodding his head like he’s got a jar of marbles for a brain, reaching for the extended hand in front of him. The blond beefcake flashes Bucky a dazzling smile that has butterflies swooping down and all throughout Bucky’s belly and he introduces himself with a confident and kind, “Steve. It’s nice to meet you, James.”

Bucky barely has time to give proper attention to how warm Steve’s hands are, that grip, before Steve is moving to the side and—

Bucky almost bends to pick his jaw up off the floor.

“How’s it goin’?”

A second grip and handshake Bucky wants to hold tightly to, this time accompanied by a smirk that surely drops panties on the regular. There’s strength behind this handshake as well, an edge of cockiness that Bucky could grow addicted to. Dark hair pulled back, unassuming strength, the plushest mouth Bucky has ever set eyes on, and the axis of Bucky’s world has tilted.

The Senator, Bucky’s own Daddy, momentarily slips from the forefront of his mind until the older man is guiding, offering up a, “Sit, sit, please,” as he gestures to the sitting area. The notepad that Bucky has been clutching against his chest almost needs to be adjusted to cover his crotch, but he’s afraid that if he moves it whatsoever, his hands will wander to the endless amounts of tightly-packed muscle spread out in front of him.

He manages to find his seat in the chair next to the Senator’s, coffee table between their pair of chairs and the leather couch the two athletes seat themselves at. When he looks up and over at the man to his left, the man who just kissed him breathless before inviting these jocks into his office, the Senator is already looking over at him.

Bucky wrings his hands when the state rep gives him a knowing look and a wink.

“When I invited the Quarterback I wasn’t sure who you’d bring, but I should have known it would have been your right hand man. You two make quite the duo out there on the field, don’t you?”

Bucky has never really been a fan of sports. He goes to games, enjoys the atmosphere, but won’t seek it out on his own. He doesn’t understand but a handful of details about sports as a whole, and he feels himself begin to detach from the conversation playing out in front of him. All he knows are the things that have been mentioned in passing: these two men are on the football team that won the National Championship, one is the Quarterback, and they’re here on Capitol Hill in order to meet with the President, which they had done earlier that day.

He’s sure he would have paid more attention to sports over the past few years if any of the athletes had looked like this.

Steve looks like he could carry Bucky around on his hip with one arm, has the biceps to show it, the shoulder span no doubt proof of that as well. Bucky feels like he might begin to sweat under the collar of his shirt when his eyes lock with that plump bottom lip.

He wants to sit on that bottom lip.

He blushes furiously, knows his cheeks have to be opaque and obvious. Damn the Senator for planting the seed of fantasy in his brain with a kiss seconds before inviting these men into his office. How is Bucky supposed to have any thoughts that aren’t laced with sex?

When he diverts his eyes away from Steve in hopes of reeling himself in, he’s met with a smirk on a mouth that might be more sinful than the Quarterback’s. First his lips, the suggestive smirk, then the eyes and Bucky has never felt so caught in his life.

The dark-haired Wide Receiver is just as startlingly handsome as Steve is, within that sphere of beauty that has Bucky’s pants growing tighter by the second, yet somehow different. Steve almost looks like someone Bucky wants to rough up, a pretty face, eyes that Bucky wants to see messy with tears. He wants to rock himself in Steve’s lap and possibly make him beg. But this other guy?

Bucky wants this hunk to shove him face-down into the mattress and make him squeal.

The added raise of an eyebrow has him suddenly and desperately thinking of a valid enough excuse to leave the room to get his shit in check. There is business to conduct, pleasantries to be had, and Bucky can’t sit here fantasizing about the plethora of ways he can manage to take both of the athletes on this couch.

He’s so in his head he hasn’t realized the silence surrounding them all and...it isn’t a pleasant silence. What had Bucky missed? He glances over at the Senator and wishes he had more time to divert the conversation elsewhere, to see if that familiar sneer can be muffled by pointless small talk.

But nothing could prepare Bucky for Senator Rogers to open his mouth and say, without reservation, “So, Steve, you play this good ‘cause he’s suckin’ your dick, or is he suckin’ it ‘cause you keep on winning shit?”

Steve’s distantly aware of Bucky barking a laugh that rings way too loud in the confines of the office, but he can’t compute anything beyond the words that have just left the Senator’s mouth.

Only moments ago, they were talking about the rigors of training schedules and pre-season diets, and now suddenly the Senator is hitting Steve with the one question he’s been living in mortal fear of ever since he and Bucky started their...whatever it is they’re doing.

Steve doesn’t even know whether it’s a genuine question or just a joke, and he’s sure it’s written all over his face that he has absolutely no fucking idea how he’s supposed to respond.

“What, um...what do you…”

“Oh, come on, kid,” the Senator rocks back in his chair, smirking conspiratorially. “You don’t have to play dumb in here. You might have the rest of your team fooled, but you’re not gonna sit there and tell me it’s all just sportsmanship I’m seein’ between you two.”

Steve can only stare, mouth agape and any words he might otherwise hope to speak immovably lodged in his throat. He looks over at Bucky, the pleading look of a drowning man, but Bucky’s fucking cackling; throwing his hands up with a resigned shrug.

“He ain’t wrong, pal,” he grins back at Steve. “My mouth is the real secret to your success.”

“Bucky, I really don’t think we shou—”

“Hey, hey,” the Senator holds up his hands in a placating gesture, “don’t worry, it’s not gonna leave this room.” His gaze flicks over to the young intern seated next to him, and drifts slow down the length of his body, “...We all got our secrets.”

Steve’s stomach flips at the brazenness of the gesture. There’s nothing subtle about the way James shivers under the Senator’s attention; everything about their rapport screaming headline-in-the-making.

Senator Rogers is doing fuck all to hide it, too, which is making Steve feel hot in ways that have nothing to do with the tight fit of his suit or the unseasonably warm weather.

“Scandal recognizes scandal, don’t it, Senator?”

Steve’s head whips round at Bucky’s drawled remark.

Bucky’s sitting there, completely unflinching in the cocky set of his smile, meeting the full force of the Senator’s surprised stare head-on, and Steve doesn’t know whether to apologize on Bucky’s behalf, or just stand up and show himself out.

He chances a look over at the intern, whose rose-flushed cheeks have bloomed a darker shade of crimson; his eyes carefully glued to the notepad clutched in his lap, and his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

It’s a painfully awkward moment. The entire room is silent save for the heavy, rhythmic tick of the grandfather clock inset into the bookcase, and Steve’s screaming internal monologue, which he’s only half certain no one else can hear at this point.

“Senator Rogers, I…”

He’s not sure what he plans to say, he just knows he needs to say something before the tension in the room reaches critical point.

But then, inexplicably, the Senator grins.

“It’s alright, Steve,” he sighs. His eyes don’t budge from their deadlock on Bucky, but they narrow a little as he regards him. “I had a mouth on me too, when I was young.”

Steve looks back and forth between the Senator and Bucky, noting the dusting of pink that’s crept onto Bucky’s cheeks.

He also notes - with great interest - that Bucky is the one who breaks first, dropping his gaze to the coffee table situated between them.

“Mm, that’s what I thought,” the Senator hums.

He tilts his head, smiling something calculating as he watches Bucky squirm in his seat. He doesn’t let up his stare, even as he speaks to address his intern.

“James, would you go and close the door, please?”

Bucky looks up at that, looks at Steve with a question in his eyes. But Steve is watching the intern, whose face has done something indecipherable at the request.

“Of course, sir,” James responds immediately. He rises from his seat to head for the door, but he doesn’t make it two steps before Senator Rogers is stopping him with a hand gripped firmly on his arm.

“Of course, who?”

James’s breath catches audibly in his throat. He looks at the Senator; looks over at Steve and Bucky, and then back again, his eyes wide.

Steve doesn’t know exactly what he’s expecting to happen next, what it is the intern said wrong in that exchange, or what the Senator is wanting from him. But he sure as hell isn’t expecting the next words that come out of James’s sinfully pink mouth.

“...Of course, Daddy.”

Bucky’s whole body tenses at Steve’s side. “Holy shit,” he whispers, leaning in to get at Steve’s ear. “I’m gonna make you call me that.”

“No you’re fuckin’ not.”

There’s a part of Steve that’s saying he and Bucky should probably get up and leave right about now. But there’s another, louder part that wants to find out where the hell this is all going, and what the Senator could possibly have in mind that warrants a closed door.

More to the point, Steve’s pretty damn certain that he wants to be a very active part of whatever Senator Rogers has in mind.

He watches James walk over and push the heavy oak door shut; the click of the latch resounding through the room. It feels like they’re about to be let in on something illicit, sitting there as the intern closes them all into the privacy of the Senator’s office together.

It becomes really fucking clear that that’s exactly what’s about to happen, when James turns to come back to his seat, and Senator Rogers raises a hand to halt him in his tracks; snapping his fingers, and pointing to the floor by his feet.

“Crawl,” he growls.

The intern sinks lithely to his knees with a soft whine; his gaze fixed glassy and wanting on the Senator, and the practiced ease of the movement isn’t lost on Steve.

James moves like he’s done this a thousand times, shoulders and hips rolling slow as he shifts forward on hands and knees. The implication of it has Steve’s head spinning; has his cock twitching behind his zipper.

He looks up to find the Senator staring right at him with a knowing smirk.

“He’s something, ain't he?” Senator Rogers cocks his head toward James, now kneeling at his feet. “Fuckin�� nightmare trying to find a good intern these days, I swear.”

“Yeah…I don’t think they cover submission in PoliSci,” Bucky scoffs, though Steve can hear the faint tinge of awe in his voice.

The Senator must catch it too, because he pins Bucky with a look and slowly extends a hand down towards James, two fingers outstretched.

“Indeed not, Mr. Barnes,” he sighs as James takes his fingers into his mouth, “James is what we call a ‘natural talent.’”

If they were anywhere else, Steve would be screaming. He’d be smacking Bucky on the arm, and pointing wildly across the room, and asking if this entire fucking thing is some unhinged dream.

Because there is no way, no way, that the actual, real life Senator Rogers is sitting across from them, making direct eye contact as his fingers get a suck job from his intern...who is unashamedly making sex noises, and all but rocking his hips down into the floor as he works his mouth around his boss’s digits.

It’s a scene plucked straight out of a porno - one that Steve would save in his bookmarks bar, and create a desktop shortcut to, and have a link pasted into the notes section of his phone, just in case he somehow lost his other access to it.

It’s all so deeply wrong, and Steve knows that objectively he should be feeling a whole lot of things about what he’s seeing right now...but it’s fucking hot.

The Senator is hot, and the intern is fifty shades of Steve’s type, and Steve’s never had much of a poker face when it comes to seeing something he likes.

“Think you’ve got a fan, James,” the Senator rumbles.

He slips his fingers free from between James’ spit-slick lips, hushing him when he whines and gripping him instead by the chin.

“Lucky for you, Steve,” the Senator begins, “James here was just telling me before you boys came in that he’s feeling particularly generous today. Ain’t that right, sugar?”

Steve’s pulse rate goes through the roof as the intern nods, flicking his tongue out over his lips.

“Yeah, you’re gonna be real hospitable, aren’t you?” The timbre of Senator Rogers’ voice dips dark as he leans in to speak right up against James’ lips. “Gonna treat our guests nice, make sure everyone’s taken care of…”

James is nodding vehemently; huffing soft, breathy moans that are going straight to Steve’s dick.

Bucky’s not faring much better; keyed-up energy coming off him in waves as he sits there with fingernails dug into his thighs and his breaths shuddering slightly on the exhale.

Steve desperately wants to know what Bucky’s face is doing right now, but he couldn’t look away from this if he tried; his stare fixed on the flush creeping down beneath the intern’s collar as he hangs on the Senator’s every word.

“Give Daddy a kiss,” Senator Rogers commands.

He sits back just enough to see that James has to work to reach him, but reach him he does; fighting past the Senator’s grip on his chin with a frustrated huff that only makes the older man laugh.

When their lips meet, the Senator doesn’t so much kiss his intern, as he allows the intern the privilege of kissing him, and it’s clear that James knows where the power lies. He knows, and he’s weak for it; kissing Senator Rogers like he’s trying to prove a point.

Steve doesn’t even realize he’s tucked a hand between his own thighs to press at the ache in his dick until the Senator pulls back, eyeing Steve pointedly and using his grip on the intern’s chin to turn his face toward Steve.

“Now look at that, I think the Quarterback’s feelin’ a little lonely over there...Go show him how well you keep a lap warm, James.”

Steve’s pulse turns erratic as he watches the intern slowly get to his feet and walk towards him. Senator Rogers is murmuring encouragement aimed at the both of them, telling Steve to relax and prompting James to ‘be a good host’, but Steve still feels like he’s been sprung doing something he shouldn’t when the intern looks at him from under his lashes, and sinks down to sit across his thighs.

“Goddamn,” Bucky breathes, shaking his head. “Tell him he’s pretty, Stevie, I wanna see if he blushes.”

Steve swallows hard. James feels so slight in his lap, almost dainty in the way he’s perched, and Steve just about has to sit on his hands to stop them migrating to the guy’s waist just to see if they can span around his middle. He is pretty, even more so up close with his cupid’s bow lips and the little dip in his chin, and the vaguely glazed look in his eyes like getting passed around is all he’s ever wanted in life.

But that doesn’t change the fact that the Senator is watching Steve’s every move with an inscrutable smile, and Steve has no clue where the limits are in this situation.

“He’s, uh...he’s…”

“Oh, your boy’s shy, huh?” the Senator grins at Bucky. “Get a little dumb with something sweet in his lap?”

Bucky huffs a laugh, kicking a foot out to scuff at Steve’s. “With anything in his lap.”

“Mm, there’s something about these easy boys, ain’t there?” Senator Rogers sighs fondly with a tilt of his head. “How does he like to be kissed?”

The intern tenses in Steve’s lap, gasping quiet to match Steve’s own.

Bucky looks at Steve’s mouth as he answers, flippant like Steve’s not right fucking there. “Kissing’s not part of our deal, I only ever did it once. But if I remember right, he almost shot off from having that fat bottom lip sucked.”

Senator Rogers hums an approving sound. He settles back in his seat, turning his attention back to Steve and his lapful of vaguely trembling intern.

“Go on then, James,” the Senator nods, uncrossing his legs and letting them splay open a little wider as he looks on. “Kiss the quarterback.”

...to be continued

#stucky #steve/bucky #maddiewritesstucky #howdoyousleep #JockVerse #senator and intern #senator rogers #intern barnes #senator rogers and intern barnes #jock steve #jock bucky #college athlete au #howdoyousleep kinktober 2022

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hymemena · 1 year

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100 Gecs (2023 Album) 10,000 Gecs Sentence Starters

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.

CW: Drug use, drugs, death, religious themes, smoking, mental health, food, sensory problems, guns, weapons, threats, death threats, stalking, murder, abuse, injury, violence, insomnia, cursing

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Dumbest Girl Alive

"If you think I'm stupid now, you should see me when I'm high."

"I'm smarter than I look."

"I'm the dumbest girl alive."

"Never ask me what I think."

"Money coming from my eyes."

"I'm so happy I could die!"

"Put emojis on my grave."

"Yeah, I'll fuckin' text you back."

757

"Yeah, I'll never go to Heaven."

"I've been smokin' since eleven."

"I got problems with my spending."

"Doing eight in a thirty."

"I'm never in a hurry."

"Everybody wanna party!"

"Wish that I was more discerning."

"Where's the water?"

"Today I'm feeling pitiful."

"I'm taking things too literal when it was hypothetical."

"Now, I'm whining over nothing."

Hollywood Baby

"What you crying about, Baby?"

"Did you get the payment?"

"We had an arrangement."

"Do you wanna party?"

"So go pitch your fit, no one gives a shit."

"I'm going crazy."

"Do you buckle under pressure?"

"You'll never make it in Hollywood, Baby."

Frog On The Floor

"Where'd he come from?"

"Nobody knows."

"He's been chillin' in the basement for a minute."

"It's time we move into the kitchen."

"Make him feel safe."

"Frog on the floor."

"Hey, yeah, I heard you met my friend the other weekend."

"He got on his front legs and did a keg stand."

"The party got real."

"He was chasing flies around."

"Give him some space, he's still workin' it out."

"He doesn't know what people think about."

"He gets the party jumping."

Doritos & Fritos

"Okay, I went to France."

"I went to Greece to get something to eat."

"I'm hard to please."

"Okay, I saw the beach."

"It's one hundred degrees."

"I'll swim in the ocean."

"The TV's tuned to cable."

"I'm sleeping when I'm able."

"The TV's on so loud it hurts my brain."

"I'm eating burritos."

"Jeez Louise, I'm weak in the knees."

"I'm joining the circus."

"I'm lying to strangers."

"I'm looking for danger!"

Billy Knows Jamie

"-Muse- got a gun."

"-Muse-'s gonna kill me, think I need to run."

"-Muse- is kinda scary when he's lookin' at you."

"Run!"

"I've heard it all before."

"He's like a movie star."

"They say he's so deranged."

"Bought mace to keep me safe."

"It's not enough to stay away."

"He knows my house and he knows my name."

"I'm in the closet scared."

"He's kicking down the door."

One Million Dollars

"One million dollars."

"I'm a marijuana addict."

"Fuck you!"

The Most Wanted Person In The United States

"I turned on the news."

"I turned on the news and it said that I was the number one most wanted person in the United States."

"Yeah, I'm a real killer."

"I just killed -muse- and then I ate his dinner."

"I took his car."

"I took his car and I crashed it in the river."

"I was born in the winter."

"Hot like the summer."

"Don't cry to me."

"Don't cry to me, I'm not your mother."

"Everybody shuts the fuck up when I'm passing."

"I'm laughing 'cause shit's so funny."

"Oh, is it hot like that?"

"Yeah, it's hot like that."

"Don't need to ask me."

I Got My Tooth Removed

"You were tough."

"You were unforgiving."

"Made me cry all the time."

"You were mean, such an asshole."

"I had to say goodbye."

"I don't wanna talk about it ever again."

"My head's like a ton of bricks."

"This dumb bitch still learns new tricks."

"I woke up and was down horrendous."

"I think I need to see a dentist."

"Praying to a fuckin' God I'll never be."

"If it's gonna fix itself, I guess it's just as well."

"It doesn't hurt me every day so I just let it get away."

"I'll deal with it another day."

"I guess that day just never came."

"I don't know what to do."

"My cheek swelled up twice its size."

"Playing Operation with a safety pin."

"Looking up home remedies."

"I'm staring at the ceiling, counting seconds 'til I get to sleep."

"That shit didn't work."

"I promised you, honest, tried my hardest."

mememe

"Back once again."

"You'll never really know."

"You'll never really know anything about me."

"No, you'll never really know anything."

"When we were together I tried to tell you."

"I used to tap dance when I was in choir."

"I broke my arm when my -parent- crashed a go-kart."

"I tried on your lipstick, I thought I looked pretty."

"You're always so busy."

"You're always so busy so you never hear me."

"Do I sound like a joke when I'm talking to you?"

"I take it back."

"You say so many things."

"I'll laugh too fucking hard."

"You probably think I'm so mean."

"I don't even know you."

"I guess it's such an easy game."

"Could you explain it all away?"

"OK, bet, I forget."

"I don't think I'll pretend it's cool."

#lyric starters #lyric prompts #lyric meme #lyric rp meme #lyric rp starter #lyric writing prompts #music prompts #music meme #music rp meme #roleplay memes #roleplay starters #writing prompts #writing prompt #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay prompts #rp prompts #rp resources #roleplay resources

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voydcat · 6 months

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Lum de dum I’ve written some hypothetical MK1 dialogue for Denji

Vs Himself

Denji: Fire! Justice! Chainsaw Man!

Denji: Great, another loony from the Church.

Denji: Barem wants you to return to the Church, Denji.

Denji: Tell Barem he can go to hell!

Denji: Pochita? Is that you?

Denji: Let’s get some training in before you wake up.

Vs Baraka

Baraka: You have fangs, arm blades, and feed on blood!

Denji: For the last time, I’m Chainsaw Man, not a Tarka-whatever!

Baraka: Being this close to me is dangerous, boy!

Denji: I haven’t gotten sick since I died.

Vs Geras

Geras: There is war and terror in your future.

Denji: So are you gonna help me stop it, or…?

Geras: Why must one immortal fight another?

Denji: Made a bet with a friend. Let’s see who taps first!

Denji: Would you be able to bring back my friends?

Geras: My power does not extend to your world.

Vs Havik

Denji: Geez, what happened to you?

Havik: I can share the experience, if you so wish.

Havik: You cannot kill me, just as you cannot kill freedom!

Denji: Well, you can’t kill me either, so we’re gonna be here a while.

Havik: Dogs should run free, wild and unchained!

Denji: Uh, wild dogs have someone in charge…

Havik: You shouldn’t live under ridiculous rules; let me kill your oppressor!

Denji: Touch Nayuta and I’ll actually fucking eat you!

Vs Johnny Cage

Johnny: Dude, trust me. You were made to be famous.

Denji: I’ve got someone who could get hurt if I do that!

Johnny: Hey, so, I’ve been thinking about making a movie about you…

Denji: Only if you pay me! Food isn’t cheap.

Denji: My first date was a movie marathon.

Johnny: One: were any of them mine? Two: is she still single?

Vs Kenshi Takahashi

Kenshi: You’ll really help me fight the Yakuza?

Denji: They made my life hell, too. I’m in.

Denji: Do your Yakuza have debt-slaves too?

Kenshi: Unfortunately, yes. I hope to free them.

Vs Liu Kang

Denji: Wait, you made this world?

Liu Kang: More specifically, I remade it.

Denji: Must be pretty cushy being a god!

Liu Kang: With great power comes great responsibility.

Liu Kang: There is nothing like you in the realms I created.

Denji: I’m the one and only Chainsaw Man!

Liu Kang: Are you sure you wish to face me?

Denji: Can’t die anyway, what’s the harm?

Vs Reptile

Denji: You know anything about the guy with the claws that’s been following me?

Reptile: You’ve met Shang Tsung? Where is he!?

Reptile: I assume you’ve never fought a Zaterran?

Denji: No, but it’s good practice if I meet a Lizard Devil.

Vs Shang Tsung

ST: Do you feel pain, boy?

Denji: Not as much as you will when I cut your balls off!

ST: I can give you the fame and fortune you crave.

Denji: I’d be tempted if I didn’t talk to the lizard guy first.

Denji: Stop following me! You’re like the fourth stalker I’ve had this month.

ST: I simply must know where your power comes from.

Vs General Shao

Shao: War will only make Outworld stronger!

Denji: Blah, blah, blah, stop talking and fight.

Shao: A mere boy challenges me?

Denji: Chainsaw Man challenges you!

Denji: Coming from someone who doesn’t do subtle, you are not subtle.

Shao: Why bother with subtlety when force is enough?

Denji: You know anything about this Shang guy who’s following me?

Shao: If you survive to see him again, kill him.

#chainsaw man #chainsaw man part 2 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #csm denji #writing

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ghostietea · 3 months

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I'm always down for more explicit bi rep but I'm ALSO always down for this thing I've seen a few times in shoujo where the protagonist is absolutely starstruck by all the pretty people in her pretty shoujo world, including and especially the girls

R.I.P. KYO, I'M SURE IF HE CAN SURVIVE YUKI HE CAN SURVIVE THIS BUT IT WON'T BE FUN

ALSO R.I.P. SHIGURE'S HOUSE. I DOUBT HIS INSURANCE COVERS ANY OF THIS SHIT

Tohru is so excited to learn about the clear menace to society who is currently beating the shit out of one of her roommates and that's very funny to me

Story has already demonstrated that Kyo can take copius physical damage and be Literally Fine so I'm not... TOO worried about him? But it seems like Kagura forgot that he can in fact get hurt, however briefly

Sdrggd ok Tohru is sincerely excited about the hypothetical engagement but Yuki and Shigure are just being dicks

ENGAGEMENT VIA EXTORTION. KAGURA WHY DO YOU WANT HIM THAT BAD

(Also. Yuki vs Kagura when. They can both beat Kyo's ass but Who Is Stronger)

Tohru is so excited to meet other girls and be bffs with them and kiss them on the mouth

Oh okay so they're addressing the "sex must be really hard like this" thing upfront cool thanks Shigure

...oh. True form. THAT true form. It's getting mentioned this early? Kagura KNOWS about it?

As tempted as I am to make a joke about Kagura being a monsterfucker, I don't think that's actually what's going on here and I'm curious to see what her deal actually is because I think this SOLIDLY rules out "she just thinks he's hot" as the driving force in. All of That.

OH, YOU'VE BEEN JEALOUS BEFORE, HUH SHIGURE. YOU DON'T SAY. YOU DON-

Tohru you're clearly a romantic and I can respect that but please remove your shipping goggles for a bit

GENUINE ENTHUSIASM FROM KYO. AND OF COURSE IT'S ABOUT MARTIAL ARTS.

NEVER IN MY LIFE WOULD I HAVE IMAGINED TOHRU WOULD TAKE HIM UP ON THE FREE PASS TO HIT HIM. IN AN ATTEMPT TO BOND BUT STILL. GOD THEY'RE SO CUTE

Yuki gives a guy a concussion and a sexuality crisis in one move. Iconic.

Naked Kagura blushing about Tohru complimenting her... I really have no business telling Tohru to take off her shipping goggles when mine are surgically attached to my head. If Kyo were even SLIGHTLY interested in Kagura I'd be beating my OT3 drum.

Of course Tohru is a strawberry girl that's so Tohru of her.

TOHRU NO YOU ARE NOT A FREELOADER THE FUCK? ALSO YOU'RE A TEENAGER WHO WAS HOMELESS WHEN THEY FOUND YOU???

(I have no proof other than vibes but I feel like Tohru would be chill with every homeless person except herself. She'd be like "of course we should house the homeless, everyone deserves someplace to call home! Not me though I'm different")

Aw she doesn't want to leave :( and they don't want her to leave either :(

Being a shoujo protagonist is something that can be so bisexual

#akito anon #ask

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theaterkidbookie · 10 months

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Snippet from chapter 4 because I need help writing cause IM SO STUCK RIGHT NOW.

"No way in hell am I going back home right now."

"Maybe you should y'know? May makes things a little easier..." Kie scoffs at that.

“You’re asking me to forgive my parents?”

“What? No! No! Oh god I didn’t mean for it to sound that way. I’m just thinking that if you talk to them they may feel bad and give you something. You don’t have to forgive them.”

"So you think that by just going back home they'll pity me and give me free money? To get the friends they ALREADY hate and their daughter who JUST FUCKING BROKE OUT OF THE CAMP THEY PUT HER IN to a whole different city to exchange the hypothetical gold they don't even fucking believe exists? Oh yeah, sounds like a marvelous plan Pope. Let me just pack up my things to go move back into the house they had me kidnapped from, right?" She fought and Pope looked stunned and afraid to speak.

"Maybe if you just-" Pope was cut off.

“Do you even know my parents, Pope?” She says, raising her voice, and Pope turns away.

“Maybe just go into the Wreck and take some out of the registers. That’d work.” JJ suggests, trying to make light of the situation. He looks at Kiara with a mix of stress and sadness on her face.

“Jesus Fucking Christ. Stop with the bad ideas! Ok? This isn’t some joke!" Her voice breaks, "I can’t just stroll in to chat with my parents OR break into their restaurant. It would make everything 10 times worse than it needs to be and I can’t be fucking sent away again!" Tears start running down her face, "So just shut up!” and she got up and walked out the front door to the dock in front of the condos. The other 5 looked out the porch door to see her on the dock, sitting down with her knees tucked up against her chest looking out at the water.

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rjalker · 2 years

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The rest of you people in the Murderbot fandom better start calling out the fucking aroacemisia, ableism, and transmisia in this fandom or you're just as a fucking bad, for the record.

Correct people when they misgender Murderbot if they're new to the series and are doing it by honest mistake.

A simple "Just so you know, Murderbot's pronouns are it/its, not ___ :)" can fucking suffice. You can literally even copy and paste that and just put in whatever pronouns it's being misgendered with.

Call out people who are doing it purposefully and knowingly.

Refusing to use someone's pronouns is always fucking transmisic, and it's not okay to misgender people who use it/its pronouns any more than it's okay to misgender someone who uses he/him, she/her, or they/them.

Any fucking argument anyone tries to use to justify misgendering Murderbot or any other character who uses it/its pronouns in this series is an argument that is used to justify misgendering me and other real people who use it/its pronouns.

People using it/its pronouns is not some hypothetical theoretical idea that only exists in fiction. We are real people and we deserve respect, and if you can't even pretend to respect our fictional counterparts, then you just need to admit you're a transmisic.

Call out people who erase Murderbot's touch-aversion and act like it's something that needs to be fixed/something ~love~ can or should fix.

The Murderbot Diaries is literally the only fucking actual representation of touch-aversion I have EVER FUCKING SEEN where it is actually portrayed respectfully without being treated like a joke where character A says they don't like hugs and character B immediately hugs them and refuses to let go and says A needs to just admit they love it already.

I swear to fucking god. I finally find actual representation for touch-aversion that does it right, and of fucking course ableists in the fandom have to fucking ruin everything by pretending "it's not actually touch-averse, it just has trust issues! It's not actually touch-averse, it just tells itself that so it doesn't think about how much it wants someone to touch it!!!! It's not really touch-averse, it's just never been touched by someone it likes!!!"

Literally shut the fuck up. Touch-aversion is not something that needs to be fucking cured. It is not something you have the right to fucking erase when The Murderbot Diaries actually fucking portrays it respectfully.

Call out people who erase Murderbot's aromanticism to pretend like it's just asexual. I am so fucking sick and tired of aromisia. Everyone acts like they're totally fine with ace people now but nooo, respecting aro people is taking it too far, apparently.

Fucking amisics spent years hating on and and sending death threats to anyone who used the Split Attraction Model, but now aromisics think it gives them a free pass to insist that characters who they'll admit are ace can still be shipped romantically because being ace doesn't always mean you're aro!!! The exact same fucking way amisics said only "lgbt aces" were fucking acceptable.

Murderbot is not just ace. It is not just repulsed by sex. It is aro. It is just as repulsed by the idea of being in a romantic relationship as it is of having sex. It literally said it would rather stab itself in the face than listen to people talk about their romantic relationship or have sex. Its reaction to being asked if it has "a relationship" with ART is horror and disgust to the point that it's shouting, even after Ratthi clarifies that he didn't mean a sexual relationship. Murderbot still finds the word 'relationship' disgusting, even when it's been clarified that it's not referring to a sexual relationship. It still finds the idea of being in a romantic relationship, literally this is a quote, "disgusting"

Literally here is the quote:

It still sounded disgusting. “Do you have to call it a relationship?”

Aromisics arguing that there's no evidence for Murderbot being aro and claiming "that's just fanon" because the word "aromantic" itself is never used is just fucking absurd. By that reasoning, Murderbot isn't fuckng asexual either, or touch-averse, or nonbinary, since the word "asexual", "touch-averse", and "nonbinary" aren't ever fucking used either -.-

Literally imagine being so aromisic and obsessed with shipping that you look at a character who literally says it'd rather stab itself in the face than listen to conversations about romantic relationships and arguing that "there's no evidence that it's aromantic". Literally imagine being that fucking aromisic and obsessed with shipping.

Murderbot does not need to be in a romantic relationship to be happy. Murderbot does not need to be in a sexual relationship to be happy. Murderbot does not need to "admit it enjoys being touched" to be happy. Murderbot does not need to change its pronouns to be happy.

You people are just transmisic, acemisia, aromisic, and ableist.

You are missing the entire fucking point of this series -- that people who are different from you do not need to become like you in order to be treated with respect.

If you refuse to interact with media without frantically searching for romance to ship, go read literally any other fucking book series, or find something by literally any other fucking author. Martha Wells has been writing aro characters for years.

If you think Murderbot's not aromantic because the word "aro" isn't ever specifically used, you are, quite literally, an aromisic. Are you going to argue next that it's not really nonbinary since it the word "nonbinary" isn't ever specifically used, either????

Literally not even in reference to Rami does the actual word "nonbinary" get used. Are you gonna argue that Rami is actually totally a binary man or woman, then????

Other fucking people in this fandom better start calling out this fucking bigotry. I'm sick of it.

This is literally the only thing I have ever seen where touch-averse characters are actually treated with respect, to the point that before I read these, when I made a post criticizing the fact that no one literally ever respects touch-averse characters in any stories I've ever seen and just treats our boundaries like hilarious jokes to violate, I had half a dozen people in the notes recommending this series. Because it's literally the only fucking representation anyone's ever fucking found.

If you do not use it/its pronouns, you have an ever greater fucking responsibility towards calling out people misgendering Murderbot in this fandom. I am tired of having to fucking call out people who are being transmisic towards people like me. I am tired of having to listen to their arguments about why it's actually perfectly fine to misgender people who use it/its pronouns.

Call out the bigotry in this fucking fandom, especially if you are not the target of that fucking bigotry.

If you are not aromantic, if you are not touch-averse, if you don't use it/its pronouns, you better do your fucking part to defend the people who are.

This fandom won't be fucking welcoming to people who are actually like Murderbot unless the people who aren't step up and do their fucking part to make it hostile to the bigots who think they can erase every part of Murderbot's identity that's inconvenient for them.

If you claim to care about Murderbot as a character, then do your fucking part to make this fandom actually safe and welcoming to people who share the same fucking identities that Murderbot has.

#Murderbot deserves a better fandom #Murderbot #Rjalker watches The Murderbot Diaries #The Murderbot Diaries #secunit #discussion of ableism #discussion of exorsexism #discussion of misgendering #discussion of transmisia #discussion of amisia #discussion of aromisia #aroacemisia #aromisia #acemisia #amisia #discussion of aroacemisia

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afterthegreatunknown · 2 years

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i elected to do some old fanfiction.net re-digging of asoue fics that i remember reading years after the end got but before atwq 1/wctbath got release (my first time lurking, in fact, in general too.)

why i’m doing some old fanfiction.net re-digging of asoue fics? i’m bored, and being on the tumblr/ao3 fandom landscape for several years now has me thinking of the fandom past. and oh my god. as much as there are great gems on ao3 and on tumblr i love, i forgot i have favorites on that website.

like fernald’s folly. honestly speaking i love this fic because it goes into hindsight of what happened to jacques in tvv and fernald’s feelings on it all. and fernald’s interaction with fiona makes it a cherry on top.

oh, and speaking of jacques, this fic hypothetical situation is such a lovely look at jacques and lemony’s relationship when they were younger. being a pre-atwq fic adds another level to it, as jacques and lemony’s relationship in canon in atwq does get explore (got to love the beethoven game).

there’s also initial reflection that goes into what could be jacques final thoughts in tvv. it’s in first person, just letting you know. so you can prepare yourself if that isn’t your normal thing (it’s sure not mine, and i still enjoy it).

and speaking of jacques’ death, this kit fic title withdrawal does an interesting take of her reaction of it. another kit focus fic though not really because it features another character, is who i think you are, which i found very bittersweet in its ending.

i should go ahead and also link in unguarded moment which is in first person. it’s in ernest’s perspective. and re-reading it, i’m 95% certain the few thoughts i have of have of kit and ernest (not really explored but it’s in my mind rent free), it’s rooted in that fic. all the fics linked so fair are all written by the same author phoebonica. they wrote more asoue fics, but these i remembered enjoy reading first and the ones that got my interest way back when.

going to fics that isn’t by the same author of the others fics above, one i remember enjoying, though it did mess me up is sorry, which is a josephine focus fic that is goes into dark/suicidal territory (warning you all now). another fic is c and s, which is about charles and sir’s not healthy relationship and gives charles’ perspective (warning again, due to sir’s behavior).

there are a few more fics that i enjoy that is on that site, and heck, i found a few new favorites in my re-digging (some i glossed over the first time around)! but these i want to share/recommend because these i remember for sure as being the first fics i read in the fandom.

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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If this deletes on me again you will never hear from me again 😀. Alright, back to your regularly scheduled program 😊. Last time on ‘A Secret Admirer’ *cheesy intro music plays* Yn got hit by a volleyball 🏐, Shirabu instigated it 😈 and Goshiki accidentally let on that he might know yn better then he pretends to 😬. Onward to the show. 🥰

Now as you lie in the nurse's office, you consider whether joining the boys volleyball team as a manager is a good idea. Because if that's what it's like every day, then you might need to look into your health insurance😬. But spite and curiosity always trump concern for your well-being, so you instead focus on what today taught you. Goshiki is easily flustered😳 and Semi covered for him when he slipped up by telling you to go to the nurse's office. So either Semi was covering up Goshiki's crush, or Semi was covering up the fact that Goshiki knows who has a crush on you. God, this is complicated😮‍💨. So many hypothetical options. Good thing you're not the type to give up easily😏.

Now you get the job as manager. Obviously, Coach was going to look really shitty if he turned you away. And the first person on your agenda to bother is Goshiki. He was initially very hesitant around you, still carrying the guilt of nearly knocking you out with a volleyball, but with enough praise and telling him how amazing his spikes are, he’s eating out of your hand 🥺. You have assigned Goshiki to walk you to your classes, because ‘this school is just so complicated’.🥺🥺🥺😏 Which gives you the perfect opportunity to test him a little.

“Hey Goshiki, can I ask you a question?”🤔

“Uhh, sure what is it?”😳

“Well one of the boys in my maths class asked me out on a date yesterday and I-”

“You said no, right?”

“I haven’t told him anything yet. I wanted to see what you thought.”

“You should say no. You deserve someone way better.”

Next on the list is Shirabu, who initially had a bit of a vendetta against you. Why were you spending so much time with Goshiki, hmm?🤨🤨🤨 And giving him so much praise? But you know what to do yn, just fawn over how talented he is at setting and he’ll go all blushy and tsundere on you. Now we know that Shirabu is the smart boy of Shiratorizawa (you can fight me over this,🤬 he’s a med student time-skip😏) and it would be so lovely of him to give you a bit of help every now and then (not that you need it yn, you’re a baddie😌, but the more time with him the better). So you two start having tutoring sessions at his house giving you free tips on your maths and him and opportunity to vent.

“And I told Goshiki, I said ‘Hey, make sure no one takes those chocolates because there’s only one left and by the time I get back he’s got his grubby hands all over them.”🙄🙄🙄

“Ooh, were they from that nearby chocolaterie? I was thinking of going there this weekend actually, you could come with me and get some.”

“Why were you planning on going there?”

“Well I heard they make nice gift boxes and I’m planning on getting something for a guy I like. Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“Depends on who you’re asking out? Would I know him?”

Now amongst the chaos that is Shiratorizawa, you have a rock in the form of Semi. 😌 Responsible, but still fun (I aspire to be as cool as him😔). He’s taken on the role of breaking up fights when the boys argue about who you’re going to help and also teaching you the rules of volleyball, because y’know it is kinda relevant when you manage one of the best high school volleyball teams in the country🙄. Thankfully he’s patient with you (because let's be honest it’s confusing and even after watching haikyuu an ungodly amount of times I still don’t know how it works😬). Lunchtimes are your study time with Semi, hiding out in the empty band rooms and chatting about music and volleyball.

“No, a set doesn’t have anything to do with music - I mean it kinda does - but that’s not what we’re talking about at the moment. I’m talking about what Shirabu and I do.”

“Hey Semi, have you ever asked anyone out before?”

“Were you listening to a WORD I just said?”😐

“No. Answer the question.”

“Hmm. Yeah once or twice.”

“How’d you do it?”

“Just went up to them and asked.”

“Like face to face? No secret messages or confessions.”

“Yeah, that’s what I said, if I liked someone I’d ask them out to their face.”

“And you're certain about that.” 🤔😏

“... I said what I said. Why are you so curious?”

Now onto the life of Shiratorizawa, Tendou Satori himself😊. He is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because he keeps the mood light, makes jokes and sends memes to the group chat😁. A curse because you are constantly running after him, trying to make sure he doesn’t get in trouble😮‍💨. You tape his hands before practice, confiscate his celebratory firecrackers and make him conveniently disappear whenever Coach is looking for him. And in return? You get to taste all of his cooking experiments as he walks you to school. Which is not always a positive because sometimes he uses more ‘interesting’ ingredients and you have to talk with him for hours about why fish doesn’t belong in chocolate.

“Tendou, I’m going to say this ONE more time, if you put toothpaste in a dessert I will leave the team's group chat.”😤

“You’re no fun. You stifle my creative genius.”🥺

“Sometimes it needs to be stifled. But if you have any strawberry centred chocolates…”

“After you were so mean to me? You have a lot of nerve. Just buy some chocolates instead, it’s clear you don’t appreciate my art.” (dramatic bitch, time to appeal to your ego)

“Wait, no please🥺. I didn’t mean it🥺. No one makes chocolate like you🥺. I’ll do anything.🥺🥺🥺”

“Really? Well I know what I can get you in future as a gift. I’m glad you like them so much.”

Aaaand Ushijima. You and Ushijima have an … interesting relationship. Mostly because HE JUST DOES NOT EMOTE. Amazing serve? 😐 Bad serve?😐 Wins a game?😐 Loses a game?😐 You cannot read him to save your life. You’ve also realised that the only way to get anything out of him is to be incredibly blatant and obvious. Unlike the other boys, who you regularly spend time with outside of practice, you and Ushijima only ever talk when you pack up after practice.

“Ushijima, can I ask you for some advice?”

“I do not believe myself to be very good with advice but I can try to help.”😐

“Well, a few weeks ago now I got a note from a secret admirer…”

“...”

“And I really don’t know what to do. Because I really liked the note that they sent me and I would have loved to talk with them, but obviously it’s anonymous. And I haven’t heard anything since, so I was wondering whether I should just forget about it? Because it might have just been like a joke and I’m not sure whether I should keep waiting to see if they say anything else.”

“...”

“Ushijima?”

“I think you should wait.”

You are at your limit yn.😤 Which is valid. You feel how I felt when this episode of ‘a secret admirer’ deleted itself on me and I had to retype it. No, I'm not still salty😀😀😀. You’ve been managing these boys for nearly a month now and all you have to show for it is grey hairs and some vaguely flirtatious comments. But hey, help sometimes comes in mysterious ways. You knew something was up when Coach didn’t ask you to start setting up for practice and instead asked that everyone gather around. And, low and behold, your first practice match is upon you. And you can’t help but to notice the look that the suspects give each other before coming towards you.

“Hey yn? How about you ta-”

“Oh? Are you the famous yn I've heard so much about? A pleasure to meet you in person.” 😏😏😏

Alrighty, second time lucky, please guys i need some validation😭

Yes boys GIVE US NOTHING 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

In the words of Ushijima 👉🏻😐

Seriously tho this is so so good!!! I can't wait for more parts and to find out who the secret admirer is???? I honestly have no idea!!

#my lovely bbys #live action headcannons 🤣#resident meme maker

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catrose13 · 2 years

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To start the "this episode brought to you by" is hilarious, and the Chapter art is awesome Yugi is so smol.

Yami's confusion, and the weird lapses where you know he's trying to remember something and failing, also Yugi's unintentional info dumps... "Osiris' Festering Nipples"

Does Yami know what a furry is?

"Goblin-Mokuba" the foreshadowing of the absolute feral that is Mokuba begins. Freakin' Yugi "Don't be uncharitable to his family"

"Magic?!" No bish it's science

I am not alarmed by the forbidden god...definitely not

The absolute offense at Kaiba using Blue Eyes White Dragon after ripping up Grandpas and giving him a heart attack

Kaiba's confused fear for his eyeballs and his not swearing in front of Mokuba (who lets be real has probably heard or said worse)

A Beautiful and Sacred transaction

The God of "Actually Go Fuck Yourself" and very clear instructions no other ideas happening on your part buddy

Oops didn't mean to do that

Lol Yugi the troublemaker

The Boat motor "fell out" wut? I- I don't think that's a thing that can happen

...It's not like anyone else is going to get there before me...Dude Murphys Law, you are basically asking for someone to get there first

He compared you unfavourably to his pet Hodgekiss, if his snek had opposable thumbs and a forklifting license you'd be out of a job

How long has it been since Grandpa made weed-free brownies that he thinks the batter looks wrong. Did Yugi just grow up eating edibles?

The casual dissing of Joeys mom

"What are you a vampire?"!!! Right from the gddammed beginning. Hm Social Anxiety or Vampirism…hard to tell... And Tristan and the Werewolf certainty

"Ever try to get rid of roaches Joseph?"

Drag Personas!

Why will this teenager not move into their basement?!

Is he sick or just British?

...Vintage Hoo-Ha

Ah the selective hearing of teenagers

Videotape, fetishwear and choking hazards?

"Duel Monsters themed porn again." AGAIN?? Like I'm right there with ya Grandpa who the heck is sending that to kids?

Capital D Destiny

A Wholehearted Evil Asshole

The Internet "Where All The Weird Shit Is". Correct

Tea the Sorcerer

"A Hypothetical Responsible Mom or Your Actual Mom?" Clearly Yugi's Mom can go in the box of bad parents with Joey's Mom..and Yugi's dad too

Hokkaidocino the first time I was introduced to Japan-merica and it's city names

Tea's acting is on point, and Tristan's too

Tristan so middle-aged sounding a lawn mower just manifested in his garage

The Return of Mokuba, so smol, so feral

I wonder if Tristan will ever retrieve his Jacket from the Kaibaland Lost and Found?

Joeys dad is also in the box… Tristans Dad is a tentative box parent and Tea's Mom is in a cult… tentative box

Why is Grandpa ADDING crimes?

Heheh Mongers

Bro I don't think getting possessed should be classed as a minor nuisance

Lol "murderous tapeworm"

Oh Bakura I don't think the Parasite is interested in the carnal activities

Oof that foreshadowing of multiple Ancient Assholes

#fanfiction #rereading #review-ish #tpofatgif #The Power of Friendship (And This Gun I Found!)#gallusrostromegalus #spoilers #Chapter One #YuGiOh #ygo

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snigdha-stuff · 8 days

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Hi dear swiftie (hypothetically speaking- hello taylor). I think you'll be reading this or maybe not. But I have to get it off my chest,🪻 here is a spoiler-free review of all the songs! (maybe)

I have hand-written notes for these tortured poets in a department. hehe - just for a reference, I did the same with reputation album release too ✨

Translation of words (with the order of tracks)

taylor mfcking swif- . It is the start and I had got shivers, and I also almost cried. The song is so beautiful and simple. It felt really calm to listen to it and the post-malone vibes in this one were better than what I had expected.

I feel so much about this one. God this is so beautiful. It is is so so so so full of love and kindness; it is such a well written and articulate song. In my opinion, I can see how self-aware this person is through the writing "we declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist" girl, that was so charming

With this one, I can relate to this song a lot. We can be so okay with anyone doing anything to us. People can call someone a queen but when that person goes back home, it feels nothing. And, girl you did realise your worth

What the fuck. "Fuck it if-" what the fuck

"I'll build you a fort on some planet where they all can understand it"

Remember, you are the ruler in this whole kingdom, and, somehow you were made to feel like you have to be protected? You are better than that.

When I heard of this album release, I feel like this song is EXACTLY what I had thought of. Heartbreaking and melancholic. I cannot describe it. I'll give it a listen again. (A common Track 5 moment)

Papa Swift and country music girl. A beautiful daughter is like Taylor. (I can confirm as one xD) Gives me 'fifteen vibes ' it's better and it is a cute song

'Fresh out of summer' NAHH, FRESH OUT OF SLAMMER. This song sounds like the rain which comes during summer (the rain pouring is supposed to make you clean, Taylor)

"but it's gonna be alright. I did my time"

Alr i listen to the rest of the album later. I have exams and I'd rather fail this stupid course because it deserves no passing except my passing away

Because I might be going to this new department that looks exactly as heaven to me.

@taylorswift 🤗

#taylor swift #music #ttpd #album review #album release #taylornation #1989 taylor's version #writing #swifties #quotes

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heard you were bored so here are some questions :) (i realized halfway through that these are all durgetash because those little shits have taken over my mind) do you like leaning into the angst of durgetash or do you prefer the more lighthearted (aside from the atrocities) dynamic? if larian dropped a gortash romance, is there any icks that would absolutely ruin it for you?

or conversely, what would be the best thing they could add in a hypothetical gortash route?

what were your biggest inspirations for lophi and vyper? do you prefer one over the other or are they equal in your eyes?

(hopefully you won't have to answer these since you'll get out of work soon)

HELLO ANON. im sorry to tell you infact waited till i actually got home to answer these because i have!!! THOUGHTS and OPINIONS about the questions asked . thank you very much btw these are all really good questions ill have fun answering

FIRSTLY, it all depends on the kind of durge gortash is being paired w imo. with vyper i tend to lean more into These Two Are Fucking Insane while w/ lophi i lean more into the sort of melancholic 'angsty' side of durgetash that i think can be real yummy too. and it's all because of who vyper and lophi are as characters pre-tadpole, too. vyper liked being a loud insane freakus while lophi was a lot more reserved and kind of a miserable mess, and that informs their relationships w/ the characters around them. i think both are good and fun to explore and i definitely like exploring the more angsty side w vyper x gortash and vice versa w lophi x gortash, so. i guess both. really. LOL .

secondly, going to answer both of the gort romance related questions in one, but i think i'm probably in the unpopular opinion that gortash doesn't really neeeeeeeed a romance and i could go without it in game. i do think he deserves more content and screentime, but that's something i can say about orin also, and frankly a Lot of parts of act 3. me and act 3 have a toxic on/off again relationship. alright.

that being *said*, if i was mr larian and i was to implement a gortash romance, i'd have it be something exclusive to a durge/evil run. or at the very least, have it have consequences with your party (i.e karlach leaving or something. love gort but i do not think you should go off romancing him scott free).

i Do think having it be exclusive to a more evil-aligned run would help add more actual content to doing an evil run (and god knows we need some with how bg3 seems to like punishing people who just want to do the evil options They Gave You) and would make the most sense, but all in all i'd just hope it's handled better than the mizora sex scene cause god how that whole thing is handled still pisses me off. hopefully this all makes sense

tl;dr, its a fun idea but i can very easily go without it especially knowing how the game treated its one other antagonist romance option

now for the lophi and vyper question... i do obviously have my biases towards vyper /looks at my blog theme/, but i genuienlly cannot pick favourites with them besides that... i use them both to explore different aspects of the durge origin in different ways bc despite what some other people say i Do think you can be very flexible w durge as a concept despite the pre-established lore for them ^_^ and i think it's very fun to play around with.

as for specific inspirations, lophi takes a lot of insp from vintage pierrot art + has accidentally gotten a very 1920s makeup vibe in My Mind. i should also note her name comes from the scientific name for anglerfish, cuz thats what i had in mind when giving her those freaky sharp ass teeth i always draw her with

and while of course, both of my durges are trans, lophi specifically was birthed from my want to make a dark urge that leans in as heavily as she possibly could in the whole trans allegory thing. so theres that as well!

vyper's specific inspos are harder for me to pinpoint cause he's much more of a 'made up as i went' character than lophi, given he was my First dark urge and i didnt really fully know what i was going into all this yet while making him (and also i was maybe a little bit high while doing so...lol) THAT SAID THOUGH, i did initially make him with akira fudo from devilman in mind. he has the horn style he does because it reminded me of devilman ... although the akira insp is very lose and barely effects his character now.. ~_~ despite bg3 being my main fixation atm devilman is still a very very important piece of media to me so vyper being loosely akira-pilled is not too surprising if you know me well enough lololol

#rev txt #THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THIS ASK THIS WAS REALLY FUN FOR ME TO ANSWER #oc:lophi #oc:vyper #long post

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