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[nights-at-crystarium]

Fragments - episodes 36-40 author notes

You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!

I didn’t need to spend so much screentime on Titania fight, yet it was a fun personal challenge. I’d never written/drawn a cohesive fight scene before. The scripted ingame instances don’t leave much room for imagination, I wanted to stay away from the fourth wall, and make up a more immersive scene. How do you even make it look mildly interesting? You’d think, well, characters will just flail at each other until one of them dies, right?

So yeah the biggest challenge was creating the ebb and flow. What affects Vivi’s actions? Why wouldn’t he just murder Titania like any other opponent, and be done with it? I threw in a generous amount of inner pov (that I previously used very sparingly) and some silly tricks. The stakes are high, yes, it’s a Lightwarden vs WoD encounter, but Titania still retains their playful personality above all else. Vivi's here just to do his job, but he also knows that he's dealing with a fae.

The msq makes Titania stand out among other wardens, I capitalized on that and hc’d that they’re important to Feo Ul, and, by proxy, to Vivi. That instantly provided some emotional stakes, and an answer to why he doesn’t rush to kill them out of the door.

Vivi enters the castle in episode 35, and mostly runs in circles, analyzing his enemy, and even falls victim to illusions. This could’ve been it for him, but I daresay it worried none of us because we’re just at the beginning of a story about this guy, he’s THE guy in this universe not for no reason, he’ll manage.

No deep meaning behind "grasshopper", I just thought it's a bizarrely precise descriptor of both Vivi's long legs and dragoon jumps, and it fits the natural theme of the fight.

Vivi didn’t go in unprepared.

This line will be relevant again in like, 5-7 years from now :’>

More under the cut~

He always, always doubts everything, especially when it comes to his level of power. Self-nerfing. A light (heh) case of an impostor syndrome.

Everyone loved the bonk for meme reasons, Vivi simply bought himself some time to cast.

The Rainbow Sparkles of Believing in Yourself! And of something else, perhaps. I’m planting quite a bit of stuff for future, this one should take a mere year or so to pay off.

I hope this pose’s enough of a hint that you shouldn't be taking episode 37 too seriously.

Yes, he used his spear to ~cast~. And took a sailormoon pose. This's his, monoclass dragoon’s, interpretation of what the caster magic’s probably like.

Offscreen, Titania comes to their senses and shrills “so you wanna play rough?!”, Vivi ignores them, concerned with only one thing: did he succeed? How did the test of his custom spell go?

It only worked out because the both of them are idiots.

I like to emphasize that Fragments isn’t about retelling the msq, or big epic battles, but here, where I actually put my heart into it, I feel like I managed to pull off at least one epic beat you’d typically see in an action-focused comic. Super proud of this panel ;w;

This’s a standard panel divider I’ve used multiple times before, but it couldn’t be more visually appropriate here :3c

So, to recap. Vivi asks Titania if they miss the night sky. They do. Vivi brings the night sky to them, and lo, something actually happens. I illustrated this “something” as one of their eyes getting sort of cleansed here. This story suddenly takes a mahou shoujo (shounen, heh) turn, I appreciate that it may cause some eyebrows to raise, but I think it’s okay to take creative liberties like this in a story themed around identity, agency, and believing in yourself. If Titania’s so strong as to retain a tiny bit of their old self, to cohesively partake in a simple convo, then why can’t they return, even if for a brief moment, given the proper assistance.

An appropriate reaction to the wild bs that’s going on. Imagine inventing the tale of WoD in the First, only to witness THIS.

As about Vivi, he can save a soul when he genuinely cares for it. We haven’t seen him do this before. He does it for Feo Ul explicitly, implicitly as a self-reflection. He’s projecting so hard after realizing that Titania looks like him. He wishes for them what he'd wish for himself: to rest, to be treated with care and consideration. They don't only look like him, they're also unfree, tortured by something. Empathy or not, this’s the kindest fight Vivi’s ever fought.

I’m iffy about the canon talents that come with the Echo. You can understand any sentient creature, okay. What happens when you speak, does the other party feel the difference between that soulspeak and their native tongue? Does it feel off? Does it offend? I incorporated my own misgivings into Vivi’s thoughts about his Echo. He doesn't use soulspeak here out of respect and concern that Titania might not react well to it, throwing the entire plan out of the window. Thus he memorized quite a bit of fae words before the fight. This’s his way to mark himself as one of their people, or at least to show that he truly cares.

STAY TUNED FOR EPISODE 41

Vivien Doubter Rell. Also yay first nod!

Embracing his new duty, and possibly giving Titania the hug they deserve.

Look HE’S OKAY. For now. I just thought the hiccup would be a cute way to acknowledge the terrible power he’s just absorbed. The canon cutscene moves on unblinking, but here’s different.

Bracing himself for confrontation. Things might go awry. Or might not. Vivi doesn't know. Worst case scenario: this’s the end of his sweet lil friendship with Feo Ul. Do they like him, or a Titania-lookalike in him?

“Oh bugger...” big pets come with big responsibilities, my dear Feo Ul.

Just to reinforce his fae-ness.

Vivi had full control in this fight. Analyzed the enemy, successfully tested some crazy tricks, managed to have a heart-to-heart that resulted in getting a permission to kill Titania not with violence, but with mercy. So much could’ve gone wrong, but just didn’t. Vivi’s used to this, even if he constantly doubts everything, this’s how it always goes. He’s being flung at tasks with abysmal odds, somehow he emerges victorious.

I just like this panel so much okay.

This arc may feel slow, but it gives depth to Vivi and Feo Ul's relationship, and seeing them together in later episodes will spark even more joy.

Even after a warm moment they’d just shared, Vivi’s still wary. I broke out an analysis of what external influence, pressure to change means to him, please read this post if you missed it. YEAH TAGS AS WELL.

His expression here is an attempt to downplay the anxiety and swing the odds in his favor. What if Feo Ul insists and throws a tantrum? What if he has to become Titania right now, and there’s no way around this? Let’s make puppy eyes just incase, maybe that helps.

One more personal fav panel. There’s SO MUCH in this look. They’re on a threshold, about to become something else on Vivi’s behalf. Because they love him so much. They’ve instantly become friends because they don’t want anything from each other, just the company. Feo Ul’s such a breath of fresh air for Vivi, a new hope in a new world, where he’s (comparatively) a nobody, where people still have the potential to love him for who he is as a person. This’s why our crimson pixie gets so much screentime.

Vivi really said XD

The next few episodes wrap up the Il Mheg arc, and focus on good vibes and celebration. ShB follows a rollercoaster formula where it makes you smile at something nice and sweet only to whack you in the face right after, and I’m trying to do the same :3c

As always, thanks for reading~

#ffxiv #feo ul #vivien rell #ffxiv: fragments #fragment ii: new world old friend #fragments talk

[moonhoures]

fool

pairing: mark (nct) + reader (fem.)

genre: non-idol!au, college!au, fluff

warnings: none, just mark being super nervous/anxious i guess

word count: ~1.8K

synopsis: mark is head over heels for you, but you have absolutely no idea. he’s running out of time to make a move. will the last day of school finally be the day?

a/n: i’ve lowkey been wanting to write a fic based off of “fool” by nct 127 for so long but never did it until now. i suggest listening to the song while you read to enhance the vibes 🤭 enjoy! 🫶🏻

posted: july 16, 2023

“I’ve never seen him like this.”

Four boys sat at the back of their homeroom class, waiting for the bell that signaled everyone to move on to their next class. The students were given the last ten minutes of homeroom to use freely and talk amongst themselves or study. A majority of them were buzzing with excitement and spieling to each other about their plans for summer break. But amongst the large group there was one student whose mind was far from thinking about their summer plans. Mark Lee’s mind was only preoccupied with thoughts of the girl sitting in the seat two rows ahead and one seat over from him.

The girl that had taken free real estate in his mind for the past semester. From the moment he saw you walking in on the first day of school, he had known he liked you.

Now, usually Mark’s friends would describe him as many things—extroverted, driven, caring, helpful, confident. But when it came to you, the girl of his dreams, he was merely a fool. A bumbling, cowardly fool.

Despite his friends’ countless efforts to get him to talk to you, he always either refused or fumbled on the chances he got. It irked him, but he couldn’t help it. You made him too nervous.

“Do you think he’ll finally get the courage to do it?” Renjun asked, glancing over at Donghyuck.

His friend sighed, “I sure hope so. If I have to hear him groan and whine all summer about her I might kill him.”

Beside him, Jeno chuckled, “I just don’t understand what is taking him so long.”

“And why did he wait until the last day of school to decide to ask her out?” questioned Jaemin.

Donghyuck shrugged, “I guess he figures if she rejects him, enough time will pass over summer break that it won’t be as awkward next semester?”

The boys nodded in understanding, then Jeno added, “You know he said he bought that outfit just to ask her out? Said it would ‘give him extra confidence’.”

“Yeah, and we can see how well that’s working,” Jaemin snorted, making the three other boys laugh.

They continued to watch their friend who sat a few rows ahead of them. Mark’s seat was shaking from how quickly his foot was bouncing on the bar underneath it. His nervous thoughts were translating to his motor skills by now, making his body visibly anxious. He could feel a bead of sweat formulating under his brow. Why was he like this?

His brows furrowed as he stared down at the desk top under his arms. Think, Mark, he thought to himself. All you have to do is talk to her. Just ask her what she’s doing this summer. Ask her if she might want to hang out. But what if she says no? What if she laughs in your face? What if everyone overhears and laughs at you too? What if-

He shook his head, growing more and more frustrated as time passed. The clock on his phone was ticking. He only had seven more minutes left until class let out, and he wouldn’t see you again until August. He needed to move. Quickly.

His eyes carefully looked back up at you. You were writing down something in your notebook while the girl in front of you spoke to you. Every few seconds you would glance up at her to show you were listening. You nodded along to what she said and laughed when it was appropriate. You were so kind and considerate; Mark knew that much. Admittedly, he knew lots about you.

You were semi-popular. You weren’t on any of the athletic teams or in the big clubs, but you were friends with the people who were. You attended almost all of the after school festivities. Your grades were a big priority for you, and you didn’t seem to slack in any of your classes. You excelled in Biology. You had one of the most melodic laughs he had ever heard. You had the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. You usually volunteered to help the homeroom teacher clean up any materials between classes. You were kind enough to help Mark pick up his belongings when his crappy backpack zipper had broke and spilled everything onto the floor. If one day you showed up with a halo suspended above your head, he wouldn’t be in disbelief for even a moment. To him, you might as well have been an angel. A goddess even.

His chest rose and fell a couple times with his deep breaths. He flexed his fingers on the edge of his desk before pushing himself back in his seat and standing up. The students nearby glanced up at him before returning to their conversations. A sudden rush of adrenaline pushed him forward, moving his feet closer to your desk before stopping next to it. Your friend stopped mid-sentence to look up at him, and you followed suit. Those tantalizing eyes of yours peered into his soul, it felt like. Still, he cleared his throat and spoke.

“Sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to take a second to ask you something, _______.”

He waited for a response, but it never came. You stared at him, face completely blank. He stuttered trying to come up with his next words, but he shook his head and realized you didn’t answer because he never said anything. He never walked up to you. He never even got up out of his seat. He was so nervous that he was daydreaming. He checked the time on his phone again. Three minutes. Crap.

Come on, Lee. Stop being an idiot. Just do it.

Okay. No more stalling. No more being a coward.

One last, deep breath huffed out between his lips before he gently pushed his chair back and stood up. He willed his feet to bring him to the desk adjacent to yours. Luckily it was empty, so he sat himself in it, facing you. Your friend’s eyes gazed over at him, but she continued to speak as if he wasn’t there. You noticed him, doing a double take on him. His heart was pumping so fast he worried it might malfunction, but he told himself he wasn’t going to run this time. He wasn’t going to mess this up. He just needed to wait until you were free.

As soon as your friend finished talking, you looked back at him, “Did you need something, Mark?”

She knows my name. Well, of course she did. He had this class with you five days a week, every week, for the past eight months. But still, you knew his name.

“I- uh-“

No. No stuttering. Think, then talk.

“I was just wondering if you were going to be in town during the summer? I wanted to ask if you would like to maybe hang out during the break?”

The entire room went quiet. At least, it felt like it did. Maybe it was just the fact that he was holding his breath without realizing it. Either way, he felt dizzy.

“Yeah, I’ll be in town. I actually got a job at my parents’s convenience store down the street, so I’ll be there pretty much all summer,” you spoke with such a cadence that left him dazed. You were so entrancing.

He nodded, “That’s good! Maybe when you’re off, we could get some ice cream or something?”

“I’d like that,” you smiled, “I’m free tomorrow around three actually, if that works for you.”

Mark was half expecting to wake up from this daydream again and start the torturous cycle over. But this wasn’t a daydream. You were actually planning a date with him.

“Yeah, that’s perfect. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon, then.”

Oh my God. Oh my God.

As he finished speaking the bell rang, jolting him. You stood up, grabbing your notebook and backpack. Your friend followed you as you filed out of the room with everyone else, and he watched you leave him there in awe. A hand clapping down on his shoulder startled him for a second time.

“So?” Donghyuck questioned him, the other boys surrounding him. Surprisingly, with all the eyes on him, he was finally able to relax for the first time in the last forty-five minutes.

“We’re getting ice cream tomorrow.”

“Finally,” Hyuck groaned at the same time that Renjun congratulated him.

“Was that so hard?” Jaemin mocked him.

“Did your new fit help, then?” Jeno added, earning an annoyed look from his older friend.

Just as the room was clearing out, there was the soft sound of footsteps re-entering. The boys glanced up to see you walking back into the room. Your eyes widened a little bit from all the attention on you. You spotted Mark still in the spot you left him, and you approached him with your notebook and pen still in hand.

“We never traded numbers,” you reminded him shyly. He had never seen you look so bashful before. You were usually so nonchalant.

“Oh! Yeah, uh, can I get a paper?” he pointed at the notebook in your grasp.

You nodded, ripping a page out of it. You tore the paper in half, handing him one side while you kept the other. You jotted your number down and then handed him the pen you used so he could do the same. When he was done, you both swapped papers. You were both very aware of the four boys watching the whole exchange. They were seemingly oblivious to the awkwardness they added to the situation.

“See you, Mark,” you nodded to him and his friends before heading back out of the room.

“They grow up so fast,” Jaemin fawned sarcastically, a hand on his chest. Renjun snorted as Mark nudged the boy’s arm, earning a yelp of pain from him.

“I can’t believe she actually agreed to go on a date with you,” Hyuck said.

“I can’t believe he didn’t stutter halfway through and come up with an excuse to bail,” Jaemin crossed his arms and laughed. Mark rolled his eyes at his friends as he picked up his backpack. The tardy bell was set to ring any second now. His friends followed closely behind him as they left the classroom.

“Hey, I’m proud of you, man. Just wish you would’ve done it sooner,” Renjun spoke earnestly, “I mean, if you think about it, you could’ve been dating her this entire semester.”

Mark sighed, “Yeah, I know.”

Internally, he was thankful that this happened the way it did. Donghyuck, Renjun, Jaemin, and Jeno were the closest friends he had, but they also were relentless with the way they teased him. At least during the summer, they were all usually too busy to get caught up in each other’s business. This way, he could go out with you without being picked on all the time for it. Besides, he was nervous that if they got too involved, they might run you off. He liked the idea of just having you to himself, and letting you get to know him. The real him. Not the Mark Lee that was quiet and timid and too scared to talk to you all semester.

The tardy bell rang, making the boys erupt in a chorus of gasps and groans.

“Dude, Dr. Park’s going to kill me for being late again!”

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[visceravalentines]

What did you do for Easter, Meg? Oh you know, colored eggs and wrote sacrilegious porn, hbu? Couldn't stop thinking about the comments on this post so surprise whores here you go

Worship

Dilf!Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader

Bo has a few sins to confess and in the process he commits a whole bunch of new ones.

2.5k words. Smut. Super blasphemy, like so bad, and lots of religious ideas and phrasing. Oral (fem!receiving) and PnV sex in a semi-public extremely inappropriate place w/ creampie at the end bc that's what we deserve. Soft Bo, almost sub Bo if you squint. Reader wears a dress & heels and uses she/her pronouns. Extensive liberties taken with confessional booth architecture and suit pants physics.

A note: this can be read as a non-chronological part of my ongoing dilf Bo series or as a standalone.

You haven't been in this church since you were a teenager. Your eyes wander up and over the stained glass, the soaring rafters. It's a beautiful building, stately, tranquil.

"Got somethin' I need to confess," Bo whispers with his lips against your ear. Goosebumps roll down your skin.

You shoot a sidelong glance down the pew at your parents, less than two feet away. They're holiday Catholics and the sermon has them rapt, like tourists watching a wild animal from the safety of their vehicle.

You incline your head subtly in Bo's direction and hold your breath so you don't miss his next words.

"I can't get you outta my head."

You exhale slowly and shift on the bench, careful not to set the ancient wood creaking. When you sneak a look at him, he's the picture of innocence, taking in the gospel like a man who doesn't need it. You clasp your hands on your lap.

Casually, like he's commenting on the father's delivery, Bo leans in again and murmurs, "Bet you'd let me touch you here, huh? Get my hands under that little skirt...."

You shiver and shift. The bench tattles on you and your mother sends a reprimand your way with her eyes. You tug the hem of your skirt towards your knees and try to channel a modicum of the faux virtue sitting to your left.

He quiets down and behaves himself for just long enough that the flame flickering in your center dies down to an almost-appropriate level, but the heat of his leg against your bare thigh keeps you from turning all your thoughts to God. The weight of his hand on the small of your back as he guides you out of the pew for Communion is a stitch past purity. The look he manages to slip you as the father places the wafer in his open mouth makes you feel like you need to get back in line for a second pass at contrition, and maybe this time you'll mean it.

His hand brushes across your ass as you scoot back into the pew and you think about obedience, how you hate to be told what to do but you'd drop to your knees for him right now, right here, if he'd promise to quell the simmer he's started between your legs.

The father is thanking those who helped prepare the picnic on the lawn outside and Bo props his arm on the back of the bench, leans close and lets his lips graze your skin, and whispers, "Meet me up there once everybody's outside." He gestures with a nod.

You look at him with wide eyes. "The confessional?" you hiss.

He winks at you.

You follow your parents out onto the green, but Bo doesn't follow you. In fact you lose him immediately in the crowd, can't help but search for him among the abundance of pastel dresses and khaki suits. You agree vapidly with everything your mother says about the mass, nod politely at all your dad's closest acquaintances.

You excuse yourself at the second or third possible opportunity, afraid of running into the father if you sneak back too soon. Your footsteps are deafening in the now silent sanctuary, your eager uncertainty echoing back at you like an accusation.

Bo is nowhere to be seen, but neither is the clergy, so you step lightly across the stone floor and approach the confessional booth. The penitent's bench is hardly private, hung with a red curtain that only conceals from the waist up. You duck instead into the priest's chamber and inch the door closed behind you, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding once you're safely out of sight.

The small space is dimly lit by a single bulb recessed in the ceiling and the fractured light coming in through the screen on the one side. There's a bench built into the back wall and furnished with a velvet cushion. You sit, adjusting your skirt, and think about guilt.

Abruptly the door flies open and Bo slips inside, closing it all the way behind him. He's appropriately debonair in a blue suit, white shirt, no tie. For a moment, he looks a touch harried, glancing over his shoulder to be sure the door is closed. But then he looks down at you, meets your gaze, and flashes you a grin.

"Well what do we have here?"

You move to stand and he shakes his head, fighting to shrug off his suit coat in the confined space. "Don't get up, darlin', you're perfect right there. Betcha this is the first time anyone with tits has sat in that seat."

You giggle, a touch nervous. He reaches his hand out for yours and brings your knuckles to his lips. His mustache prickles your skin.

"You enjoy the mass?"

You're not sure if he's serious. "...parts of it, yeah."

He smiles. "Which parts?"

You open your mouth for a sharp reply but your gaze is hung up on his lips and when he shifts his weight you become unbearably aware of how close his bulge is to your face.

Bo laughs low and squeezes your hand. "I myself had a hard time focusin' on the good word. Had my mind on...other things." He eyes you with something like mischief. "I was hopin' maybe you could help me...unburden myself."

The smell of him is slowly permeating the tiny space, overwriting the stuffy scent of incense and oiled wood with tobacco and aftershave. He barely fits, too tall, shoulders too broad. He could swallow you whole and you wish he would.

"Anything you want," you say softly.

Bracing himself against the walls, he sinks to his knees in front of you. The pattern of the screen is emblazoned on his face in light. The wood pops and creaks. You remember to breathe.

"I'm a sinner, darlin'." He gazes up at you through those lashes, smiling sheepishly, big hands curving around your calves. "Done too much wrong to confess. Can't even remember it all."

You touch his cheek, brush your thumb over the crow's feet at the corner of his eye. "Start small."

His hands slide down to your ankles and he works at the strap of your heels with ungainly fingers. "I been tellin' lies, baby." He slips off one shoe and starts on the other. "Your mama asked me if I've been seein' anyone and I said no." His thumb runs along the arch of your foot. "Your daddy asked me if I knew where you was the other night and I told him I didn't have a clue."

He wraps his fingers around your ankles and squeezes gently, and then pulls your legs open. You stifle a gasp, try to press your thighs together to maintain a smidgen of modesty.

Bo kisses your knees. His hands creep up the outside of your legs. "Been gamblin'. Riskin' my reputation, my livelihood."

"Why would you do that?" you whisper.

He grins against your skin. His fingers are sneaking beneath your skirt. "Well y'see, there's this girl...."

You bite your lip as he curls one finger around the waistband of your panties on either side and tugs them down your thighs.

"She ain't for me...but she's all I want. And that's another thing." He tucks your panties in his pocket and you pretend you don't notice. "I been plagued by lustful thoughts. Day and night I'm thinkin' about this girl, thinkin' about the sounds she makes...picturin' her underneath me...." He guides your knees apart, drags his mouth over your skin, lighting you up from the outside in. His shoulders are solid under your hands, a foundation to cling to.

"See, I know it's wrong, but whenever she's around me I just...forget myself. Start wonderin' what she's got on under her clothes, what I gotta do to get 'em off of her...." He nips at your flesh, one, two, three up your thigh, and you gasp each time. "Keeps me up at night wishin' she was in my bed." He pauses, looks at you with cocked eyebrows. "I think about her damn near every time I defile myself, which is...often."

You exhale slowly, release the death grip you have on his shirt and run your fingers through his hair. "Sounds like you've got a lot of penance to do."

Bo lets out a helpless chuckle. "I know it, baby. I'm desperate." He blinks up at you, looking earnest. "I'm hopin' you got some salvation to offer me."

"I might." You tug your skirt up, baring yourself to him, and he groans, fingers digging into your flesh. "But you've got to earn it."

He inches forward and pins your legs open on either side of his shoulders. "Never been much of a god-fearin' man," he says, "but I know how to worship." He bows his head and you close your eyes when you feel his breath on your skin. "What d'you know about devotion, angel?"

"Nothing," you say, breathless. "Teach me."

The first pass of his tongue is feather-light and devastating and you sigh as that flickering flame roils brightly back to life. He teases the edge of your entrance, warming you up with the heat of his attention. You make a small sound and he responds with a slow, insistent lick up the length of your slit that makes you whine and clutch at his hair.

He cradles your clit in the cup of his lips and venerates you with his tongue in lazy spirals, up and over, and your blood throbs in the same rhythm. He sucks gently, and then harder, and you moan in the bliss of transubstantiation as his mouth makes the mundane into the divine.

With a growl in the back of his throat he hoists your legs onto his shoulders and penetrates you with his tongue, lapping at your pussy in search of absolution. Your eyes bounce around the blank ceiling of the booth as your hips buck mindlessly against his chin. His mustache tickles your lips, beard coarse against your inner thighs.

"Bo," you gasp as he sucks hard at your clit, "oh, god."

"I'm a bad person, baby," he mumbles. "Promise."

"No." You try and fail to stifle a cry, back arching, toes curled. "You're so good...you're so good."

Between your gasps you hear the sound of footsteps on the stone. Your steady-building climax skids to a halt and you stare wide-eyed at the confessional door.

Bo doesn't stop. In fact, he redoubles his efforts.

You clamp your hand over your mouth, trying desperately to keep still even as your body flexes and writhes against your will. You can hear two voices--you recognize one as the father but the other could be anybody, some stranger, some sinner seeking Easter confession.

Bo seals his mouth over your cunt and grinds his tongue against your clit again and again, gripping your ass, holding you to him as you squirm and seek purchase on the featureless walls.

The voices are getting closer and against all odds, so is your release. You're past the point of redemption, couldn't stave it off if you wanted to.

"Bo," you squeak under your breath, clawing at the back of his neck, grasping the edge of the seat, "please--"

He grunts softly. He's devouring you, hellbent on a miracle, bound and determined to introduce you to God. And seconds later, when your cup runneth over and your spine arches against the velvet and you have to sink your teeth into the meat of your palm to keep from howling his name, you see starbursts of pastel pink and sky blue behind your eyes and figure this is probably the closest you'll get to the pearly gates.

Your breath is hitching in your chest and you feel him slip out of your hands and you whimper, floating back into your body, unsteady as you try to sit up straight on the bench. The voices and footsteps are fading and you breathe a sigh of relief and release.

His hands are on your arms and he's coaxing you to your feet, supporting your weight on behalf of your shaking legs, turning you around in the tight space and murmuring in your ear.

"Need you, baby, right now, c'mere. Need to be inside you. Let me--"

He takes your place on the bench. He's undone his belt, freed his cock from his pants, and you clamber eagerly into his lap and let him guide you down onto him. Your head lolls back as he pushes into you, fills your empty space. The image of him looking desperately up at you is burned into the back of your eyelids.

"Angel," he breathes as he takes your face in his hands and brings your mouth to his. His kisses are hot with lust, with greed, with envy of everyone who's ever touched your lips before him. You can smell yourself in his beard, sweet and heady like original sin.

You move, rocking back and forth on his cock, and he moves you, hands on your hips, your skirt in disarray, his shirt falling open as you wrestle with the buttons. He pulls you closer, pulls himself deeper, and you can feel his heart pounding when you brace yourself on his chest.

"Ain't gonna last long," he pants. "So fuckin' tight, baby, so perfect...."

"That's okay, that's okay," you say, stumbling over your words. The frame of the booth is groaning in legitimate complaint, the entire structure trembling slightly, and you're going to get caught, surely you are, and you'll be cast out together beyond the reach of forgiveness but that might be alright as long as you've got him with you.

You press yourself against him, as close as you can get and not close enough. He cums with his face buried in your chest and your name in his mouth like a prayer. The kick of his cock inside you grants you another little climax, a little death, little moans jarred from your lips with each waning thrust of his hips.

"Kiss me," you whisper, and he obeys, his eyes glazed, his gaze soft and adoring. His needy grip on your waist melts into caresses and you finger the buttons of his shirt like rosary beads. One is missing; you're both hopelessly disheveled, undeniably sin-touched. You push his hair off his forehead and back into place. "Did this help?"

He shakes his head and laughs quietly. "No."

"Made it worse."

"Yeah."

"Sorry."

"'S okay." He kisses you again. "You're forgiven."

#i know i know i write so much of bo eating pussy but you know what? you know what?? you're welcome okay?? leave me alone #this was supposed to be like a blurb but i just don't know how to shut up about this old man #bo sinclair #bo sinclair fanfiction #dilf bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #slasher x reader #house of wax fanfiction #agaas #a gentleman and a scoundrel

[duskbats]

i’m not sure if this is something that people are interested in, but i kind of wanted to make this as a personal thing anyway in case i end up losing all of my occult related mods one day. these are mods for occult sims that i have in my game and either can’t live without, or am excited to try out myself!

this is heavily inspired by many other wonderful must have mod lists, so thank you to everyone who has made one of these as this post will follow a similar layout and structure and inspired me to make my own. i’ll try my best to keep this post up to date! - updated 6th april 2024.

mods marked “new!” aren’t necessarily new mods, but are new additions to this list.

vampires.

bloody bites & wounds.

i think i’d consider this my most essential vampire mod. it’s not for everyone, as it is quite gory, but i personally love that this adds levels of blood messiness depending on how much they drink etc. it’s pretty self explanatory otherwise!

vampires can kill.

this is a fun one that just made sense to me. i’m not one to have violence mods in my games, but sometimes a vampire can get a little carried away and drink more than they should, y’know? 

immersive vampires.

i’m a big fan of any mod that adds depth to the way sims can interact with each other, even if it doesn’t have a significant effect. this mod adds the ability for vampires to ask others more about vampires and confess that they’re a vampire etc.

vampire magic.

i still have yet to actually play with this mod, but it appealed to me after making my vampire the masquerade sims and the tremere clan as they’re known to be magic users of sorts. i also really like how this mod can add a special sage too, and you find out vampire spells by asking the sages!

vampire bloodlines.

reworks the vampire bloodlines a little bit, making each bloodline have a different weakness/strength level in regards to xp gain and energy drain when being exposed to sunlight.

vampire initiation ritual.

this is another mod i haven’t played with yet but i 100% plan to when the time is appropriate in my gameplay. this adds a special event for a vampire initiation, where you can invite other vampires to witness the turning of a human.

more drinks for vampires.

another mod that i’d consider essential for my gameplay, i’m always on the lookout for more vampire drinks and food as the game is lacking them! this mod only adds drinks though, featuring a simple glass of blood and a blood cocktail. these can also be accessed from the vintage glamour bar which i think is super handy.

vampire food set. & NEW plasma foods!

similar to the above mod, this features food specifically for vampires. i do wish there were more vampire recipes, though. i also wanted to mention srslysims’ cooking overhaul includes some vampire recipes too, and for those who enjoy playing with vampire toddlers, this mod is great!

plasma fruit override.

pretty self explanatory and simple. it makes the plasma fruit look more blood-like by making everything red, this is something i’ll only use sometimes depending on the vibe of the gameplay i’m doing with vampires as sometimes i want it to be more sims-like and keep with the purple theme. but i’m currently using this mod!

vampires weakness freedom.

this is something i like to be selective with with my vampires, some i want to give weaknesses and some i don’t. i used to use mccc to remove weaknesses after picking their powers but this one allows you to pick powers without requiring weaknesses, too! but you can still pick them if you’d like. i also highly recommend this creator’s other vampire mods, such as no friendship decay from hissing.

misc. vampire mods.

there are a few other minor vampire mods that i want to include but they’re not major enough for me to make a section for each, so i decided to link the creator i depend on the most for my vampire mods, zero. they have various mods that i find to be more quality of life things for vampires, such as the pass out animation being more dramatic, and many more.

spellcasters.

alchemy overhaul.

once again, one of the most important mods for spellcasters i think! this mod allows you to create the outdoor retreat potions with the cauldron, adjusted the prices and ingredients and you can also purchase alchemy ingredients at the computer.

functional spellbook.

i actually adore this mod and every spellcaster of mine has one in their home! it’s very helpful for spellcasters that live in small homes as they can learn things from the book without having to walk all the way out to a big open space to practice spells in front of their neighbours.

expanded spells collection.

another handy mod that expands on pre-existing spells for your spellcasters. it adds more depth to certain spells such as allowing to clean pets with scruberoo, adding new types of summonable undead with necrocall and more.

craftable wands, brooms & tomes.

this one is completely new to me and i actually just found it when i was compiling this list, but it seems exciting to use and a great idea for running an alchemy shop. it’s pretty self explanatory, it allows you to craft certain wands and brooms with the woodworking table. tomes can be written on the computer like a regular book.

kids can perform magic. UPDATED (untested)

i know this mod used to work at some point, but i’m not 100% sure if it does anymore as i remember having some problems the last time i had a spellcaster child in my game. i was recently browsing this creator’s patreon and discovered that i THINK this mod has been updated? i haven’t been able to test it yet but here’s hoping! but if it does work or gets updated, this is a great mod as i never understood how magic for children wasn’t a thing in RoM already.

magic realm initiation rework.

i really like the sound of this mod as i never personally liked the “mote hunt” to become a spellcaster. this mod makes it so that each sage has a different task for spellcaster initiation.

misc. spellcaster mods.

similar to vampires, i depend on zero a lot for my spellcaster mods. they have many other minor quality of life mods or spellcasters as well that i highly recommend you check out if you play with spellcasters a lot!

werewolves.

i want to add a sidenote to this section to say i actually haven’t played with any of these mods yet as i have yet to play with werewolves in general, but i wanted to include werewolves in this list regardless as there are actually mods for them now!

mooncasters.

this mod seems to essentially give the ability for werewolves to be spellcasters, but they’re called mooncasters. it seems a bit complicated to become a mooncaster, but this mod looks very well thought out and in depth!

werewolf blood kills vampires.

i put this in the werewolf section as it seems to be more beneficial for werewolves than vampires, considering it has dire consequences for vampires. but the mod name itself is pretty self explanatory!

werewolves can kill sims.

another self explanatory mod name, and similar to the vampires can kill mod. werewolves can attack and kill sims with this mod!

no relationship loss from werewolf reactions.

i never liked these features that EA adds that makes it so that all sims react negatively to occult sims, so i’m happy to have this addition in my game!

less furious werewolves.

another mod i have yet to experience, but it seems that werewolves’ fury meters fill up way too quickly so this seems like an important one.

fated mate changes.

changes the way a werewolf can find their fated mate. previously, the werewolf would have to use a romantic interaction to discover if a sim is their fated mate. now this mod can make it so that any interaction can find their fated mate. also makes it so that a werewolf can find a fated mate whether they’re an occult or not!

werewolf club activities.

allows you to add werewolf activities to a club, essentially making a club version of a werewolf pack!

werewolf tweaks. new!

pretty self explanatory. this mod features a few tweaks for werewolves such as giving vampires a venomous bite, more vicious rampages and even a tea to protect sims from werewolves.

werewolf bloodlines. new!

basically the same as the other bloodline mods included here, but for werewolves.

various occult mods.

this section will feature mods for other occults or multiple occults, considering i haven’t found enough to give them their own section yet. werewolves will be added once more mods are made and i’ve experienced them to see what mods i find useful.

occult activities.

this applies to both spellcasters and vampires, and i think it’s really useful! it allows vampires to go out hunting in a rabbit hole if you don’t feel like helping them hunt for sims to feed from, and spellcasters can forage for ingredients for their potions.

supernatural traits.

this is a great mod that allows you to add special traits to your supernatural sims. these can either add depth to a pre-existing occult sim (i.e, a vampire with a haunted trait) or make new occults all together (sort of).

enhanced aliens. CURRENTLY BROKEN - Causes wants & fears to not show up!

this mod adds some well needed features to aliens. it gives them powers such as mood boosting and draining other sims and mind control powers that allow them to command a sim to do things, plus some other stuff.

alien bloodlines.

this basically just adds bloodlines similar to those that spellcasters have to aliens, but i definitely think it’s worth using if you play with aliens!

ghastly ghosts.

something that i’ve ALWAYS wanted is the ability to make ghosts feel more unique, and this mod seemingly does exactly that. now only certain sims can see ghosts (children, occults & mediums) and ghosts can’t easily communicate with living sims anymore, making those sims that can see ghosts feel special.

dormant occult traits.

this allows sims who have a lineage of occults to be born with a dormant trait related to that occult, which is apparently something that came with werewolves. these dormant traits can be unlocked in certain ways and allows said sim to rediscover their lineage and become that occult!

various occult food.

this find was HUGE for me, considering i’m always wanting more food for vampires in particular. BUT this list features foods for other occults, too!

credit of course goes to all of the wonderful mod creators, and i want to credit those who have made mod lists before me as i was heavily inspired by those lists.

#i'm sorry if this is messy #my head is fuzzy today but i wanted to get it done #i'll try my best to keep this updated! #especially for werewolves whenever more mods come out for them #ts4 #the sims 4 #simblr #mod list #mods

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

02/21/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew Sightings; Rhys Darby; Samba BTS; Vico Ortiz; Ruibo Qian; HowToHelp; Petition Embed; Queerties Last Day; IRL Outreach Assets; New Watch Parties; Visual Rep of SaveOFMD Effort; Fan Spotlight; Collages; OurFlagMeansBooze; Articles; Morale; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika;

Wow everyone, crazy day again. Day 2 of BTS Darbygeddon. I'm actually going to set a google calendar reminder for tomorrow between 1-2 in case Samba decides to drop another doozy on us. Hope you all had a good day. Here's the highlights-- there's more I would have liked to add but I need to get permission first, so I'll hopefully have them up tomorrow. As always, please let me know if I missed anything <3

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Rhys Darby =

Back again with another Cameo is Rhys for our lovely crewmate @Kellykat53 over on twitter! Thank you so much for sharing this with us Kelly, it's a lovely little inspirational video, definitely gives us plenty of Vitamin RD (as @scorpiostarseed would say). Check out the Cameo

= Saint Samba Schutte =

I've seen several people mention that Samba is a Saint (sorry not sure who started it to attribute it) so going forward, that will be his name. SO MANY BTS pictures and videos. My goodness. Has it even been a day since the last Merstede dump? It has, but damn, here we are with the BOYFRIEND video, and the nipple scratching, and oh look it's Buttons from the Cryptid Factor! As always, if you have access to instagram, please check out these posts on Samba and Rhys' posts/stories.

Videos on Tumblr:

Boyfriends - ty @blakbonnet!

Merstede - ty @kiwistede!

English Jacket - ty @kiwistede!

Cursed Jacket - ty @kiwistede!

Steard Nips - ty @kiwistede!

Rhysently Granted Reunion - ty @kiwistede!

= Vico Ortiz =

Vico voiced the new novel "The Diablo's Curse "by New York Times Best Seller Gabe Cole Novoa! I know some of you are huge Vico fans so wanted to mention it, you can purchase the audio book here. Src: Vico's IG

= Ruibo Qian =

Are you in New York? Our Pirate Queen will be at the #TonyKiserTheater NEXT MONDAY, FEBRUARY 26 at 6:30PM for a one night only reading of On The Evolutionary Function of Shame, by D.A. Mindell - For more details visit here.

== How to Help ==

Hey all! We're adding some things to the daily task lists (and taking some off). Here they are!

= Petition Embed Code =

Looking to easily embed the petition link in your AO3 fic, or maybe your email? @sonnetforbonnet was kind enough to provide us with some embeds you can use! Please visit the repo for the codes!

= Last day for Queerties! =

Please remember to vote! Today's the last day!

Best TV Comedy

Best TV Performance

= IRL Outreach Assets =

== New Watch Parties Coming Up! ==

The Pirates! Watch Party! This is a family friendly movie so bring the kids! Or the adults-- or anyone you know, really, as long as it's not against their will! Sunday March 3rd, 3 PM EST, 12 PM PST, 8 PM GMT!

Watch Party Hashtags:

#OurPirateCaptain

#SaveOFMD

#AdoptOurCrew

== Visual Representation of Fandom Efforts to SOFMD ==

Remember our friends that had the in person Matelotage Processional? Well they're back with a funny video illustrating the fandom efforts of Save OFMD!

Fangirlfoto's Instagram Don't have instagram? See the video on the repo here.

＝＝ Fan Spotlight ＝＝

Thank you once again to @wndrngnomad on twitter for all their awesome collages dedicated to the Cast and Crew! Day 21: Calypso's Birthday! Perfectly timed considering the lovely Boyfriend themed BTS we got today! Catch-Up: Day 2: Madeleine Sami!

= Our Flag Means Booze! =

Our absolutely brilliant crew-mate @quiet-compassion over on tumblr has been designing OFMD Themed Drinks since the show was dropped by Max!  These not only have super fun and creative names you'll all recognise, but an amazing array of flavours too! If you're 21+ (in the US) or the appropriate age for drinking in your country, feel free to try them out! As always, please drink responsibly! Are you celebrating with Moonglow Manifesting? Why not try the "Moon Glow" cocktail for the end of the event! Want to see ALL their concoctions? Head on over to the repo, they're all there!

== Articles ==

17 Facts and Easter Eggs about OurFlagMeansDeath That will Get you On Board - 17 Fakten und Easter Eggs zu „Our Flag Means Death“, die dich ins Boot holen - ty @AddieH on twitter

Max: The 34 Absolute Best TV Shows to Watch

==Morale ==

Hey crew. I've been hearing some scuttlebutt around the deck that people are starting to worry again about whether or not s3 is going to happen. The love notes section is already pretty long so I'm not gonna go too crazy up here too -- instead I'm going to just point out that David Jenkins, while not active and posting things for us right now, is sneakily poking around in Samba and Rhys' BTS comments. He's still there, he's still watching, and I think he can tell we're all feeling the high from Samba's releases. Don't give up hope, these things take time. They're gonna get there. I'm gonna add the trends to this section today because I think it's important to see what we did today:

== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies. I know I've said it before, but it bares repeating since I know a lot of you are struggling right now.

Just a gentle reminder that if your brain is telling you that there's something wrong with you, or that you've done something wrong or embarrassing -- it's lying to you.

There's been so much dopamine from all the excitement lately with the BTS, that it has to come down at some point, and when it does, your brain will sometimes over-compensate and you start feeling maybe worse than you did before.

This is totally normal, it really is. Our brains are glorious complex pathways of unmeasurable brilliance, and yet a simple hormone change can make that same brain tell us that we're not enough, or we're not worthy.

I am here to remind you, you are so very much enough.

No matter what is happening in your life-- in your job, in your personal relationships, in your family, in your school, anywhere--

YOU ARE ENOUGH, EXACTLY HOW YOU ARE.

If you feel like you've failed, or you've let someone down, just know you are STILL enough. We all fail, it's how we learn.

We pick ourselves back up and we try again, and if we fail again--

We're STILL enough, and we are still worthy of love and comfort.

Eventually you will succeed. You will get there, and all the while while you work on it, YOU. ARE. ENOUGH.

I know it's so hard to see when you're feeling small, but I see you all every day, and I am awe-struck at your constant ability to band together and not only find love and support, but give it so freely and lovingly.

A simple @ to someone, alerting them to something they'd like

A love note in dms or on a tumblr post

A gif or picture or video brought to tumblr from some other platform so others can see them.

Writing a fic or drawing a picture.

A reblog with tags, goofy or not

Anon Asks showing people you support how they feel about a given topic

Liking a post.

These are all love notes. No matter how public or private, they're all there and they all add up eventually to form this wonderful community and you've been kicking ass at love.

I know we all look like we're having a good time, but a lot of us are struggling silently, and yet we're finding ways to reach out to one another and spread love to help us all get through. Love isn't always positivity, it can be commiseration, or frustration on behalf of someone. You all are finding the best ways to help your crew, and I'm so very proud of you.

You all are capable, creative, gifted, beautious piles of stardust smooshed together into one wonderfully unique package, and you are so very loved.

You are enough,

You are loved,

and THINGS WILL GET BETTER Lovelies.

Get some rest <3 You got this.

= Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika =

What can I say, I literally can't not include this Rhys gif today. It's physically impossible, please forgive me. Good fucking lord, I'm going to Costa Rica now. Also, sorry I tried to get a matching Taika gif, but I have run out of brain cells. Hopefully this one will suffice.

Rhys - Courtesy of @bizarrelittlemew

Taika - Courtesy of @studiomoon

#ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #taika waititi #rhys darby #ofmd #our flag means death #vico ortiz #ruibo qian #save ofmd #saveofmd #save our flag means death #ofmd bts #samba schutte #saint samba schutte

[prettyboybuckley]

Fuck it Friday

I started a fic last night before bed that hopefully isn't gonna end up super long and that I want to finish and post today 🙈 So therefore I'm starting FIF with this snippet to hold myself accountable to that Trans!Buck/Tommy: what if the reason Buck is tense on their first date isn't (only) because it's his first date with a guy?

Evan is his legal name, the name he changed it to when he finally had the chance to change it. He'd chosen something close to his birth name, his dead name, simply to please his parents. Even that wasn't enough.

Philip and Margaret Buckley said 'Evan' as if it tasted like dirt in their mouths, and over time the name that should have been his new beginning became tainted.

He'd experimented with different names during his travels, but never found one that stuck around. Until the fire academy, when it was proven that he hadn't been all that creative and there were two other Evans in his class.

Somehow Buckley had morphed into Buck, and he ended up appropriating their nickname for him as his own.

The point is, Tommy says his name like it tastes sweet.

It's what makes Buck want him more, makes Buck want to hear Tommy call him 'Evan' again and again.

However, it's also what makes Buck terrified. Terrified to tell the truth and hear his name turn bitter on Tommy's tongue.

✨ tagging for FIF: @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @saybiwithme @loserdiaz @bi-buckrights @eddiebabygirldiaz @elvensorceress @honestlydarkprincess @princessfbi @betty-boom ✨ (For anyone who would like to be tagged when I post this fic and future bucktommy fics: look here)

#it’s gonna be so sweet #bucktommy #kinkley #tevan #gary writes #fuck it friday

[vs120shound]

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LOVELY AND OFF-COLOR PERSONALITY SEPARATED HER FROM SITE'S STABLE!

Bree is simply, if not in an overstated manner, a Smoking Sweetheart (and, yes, Smoking Sweethearts was the name of a brief and ill-fated iteration of an SF website in the TLS/Twinkles Little Stars of Kentucky, U.S.A. family from many years ago!). Smoking Darling and Smoking Honey works just as well and are equally appropriate descriptive titles for the super star from USA Smokers (Arizona, U.S.A.)! Delightful personality who always aimed to please in her 52 projects for site web-master/web producer Clif!

… well, a friendly and accommodating personality can get most folks pretty far if they aim to accomplish tasks that require cooperation with others. Bree was this way while on the set for Clif. Brought her Marlboro 100s, unless the theme of the video project focused on another brand, as well as her "can-do" attitude. Thirteen group projects indicated that she could take direction well, interact pleasantly with others and was confident enough not to prompt herself to try to steal all of, or any of, the scenes. Our Centerpiece video is from our December 17, 2023 The Photo of The Day post featuring Bree. That POTD garnered a mere 13 positive responses ⏤ "likes" or re-blogs ⏤ which indicates Bree has no business being associated with anything that bills itself as Hall of Fame. We disagree, hence her selection for this prestigious post on our network! Would say she is a candidate for the SF Hall of Fame, as a seminal star for USA Smokers, one of the elite SF websites in the Greater SF World Community scene. Though many consider her beautiful, Bree's "imperfect" nose might prevent her from being promoted as a Smoking Goddess. Any way you look at it, Bree is one of the preeminent SF models/actresses in the SF World. We reward that status by selecting her for our The Video of The Month | Hall of Fame division for March 2024. Bree earned Honorable Mention recognition for the "unofficial" official Top-25 all-time favorite SF models list posted on vs120shound in January 2023, one of 47 highlighted in "The List" (26) and HM (21) along with USA Smokers stablemate Kristi for HM (Quinn, Preslie, Mayze and Willow were in the Elite 26).

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[voylitscope]

Stucky Recs: Back To School

It's September, and that felt like the very most appropriate time for a back-to-school-themed rec post.

So: A rec post of 11, very seasonally appropriate, high school/college Stucky AUs.

Note: As part of my personal campaign to combat the persistent idea that every great fic in this fandom was written in 2015, I'm now marking recs of fics written post-2016 and recs of fics written post-Endgame.

🎓 The Daily Rogers | Nonymos | Explicit | 32,154 words | College

We have a (surprisingly?) large number of fics in this fandom that use tumblr as a decently central plot point. Of all of them, I feel like this one is probably the most well-known. (Unless it's this one?) This fic, featuring a defenses-way-up skinny Steve and a very sweet, but also very assertive, Bucky, is super memorable, and so incredibly well done. It's somewhat of a meet-ugly, or, honestly, a first-several-encounters-ugly, and I love the way their relationship develops from there over the course of the story. I also love what that relationship turns into once they're together. Plus, the place this story gets them— both as individuals and in their relationship — before it ends is a satisfying and beautifully done one.

Quote:

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Steve mumbled, handing him the phone back. “She, uh, she’s the one who drove me to the hospital when Rumlow broke my arm that first time. She’s a bit protective now.” Bucky stared at him. Steve—and when had Bucky started to think of him as Steve?—looked fucking adorable in Bucky’s hoodie, with his stupid glasses and his pink lips. He’d also left Bucky’s bed completely covered in blood and dirt after attempting to fight a guy twice his size. Who’d broken his arm before and threatened to do it again. “I think I understand a bit better why they made a whole Tumblr about you,” Bucky said. Steve bristled all over again. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Bucky looked heavenwards. “Somethin’ nice, Rogers.” Steve looked—well, he looked puzzled. Like he didn’t know what to do with that.

🎓stars shining bright above you | cable-knit-sweater @cable-knit-sweater | Teen | 3,339 words | High school & College | **Post- Endgame Rec**

Look, sometimes, you want to read angst. Intense emotions. Canon. Canon divergence. Sometimes, you want to cry about these boys. But then there are times that your heart needs to read about them just being all happy and painfully cute about each other — just being wide-eyed teenagers with wide-eyed feelings about each other. My heart does, anyway. This fic is perfect for that. So sweet, so lovely. A fic that left me smiling and thinking about the two of them on a blanket under the stars.

Quote:

Steve thinks he’s going to die. He wants nothing more than to say yes. To the holding down, that is. But he cannot find his voice at all. He looks up into Bucky’s eyes. It’s dark, but the moon and the stars in the sky already provide enough light to see those eyes sparkle. They’re so close now, almost breathing the same air. Forget stars, forget meteor showers. Steve wants to drown in those grey blue eyes, and he’s barely holding his head above water as it is, judging from how hard it feels to breathe.

🎓He's All That | crinklefries | Teen | 88,665 words | College | *Post 2016 rec*

All of the rom-com AUs forever for these two, please. This is such an engrossing and immersive fic. That's something I really enjoy about college AUs, and that works so well in this particular fic —the way that, because actual college campuses are often their own little world, the world's of college AUs can be these really tight little realities with their own specific sort of pacing and consequences. I love that, and I love it in this fic — it's so beautifully done, and it's such a great read, too, I think, because the original rom-com is both high school set and limited to being movie length/tied to Hollywood standards. There is so much more depth and additional story here, while still having that really fun element of being an AU loosely based on a film. So enjoyable, and such a satisfying read.

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“You do this often?” he asks, keeping his voice quiet to preserve the stillness around them. “Lay on the ground and play dead?” “Yeah,” Steve quirks a smile. “It was the second trick I learned after fetch.” Despite himself, that makes Bucky grin. “You always have an answer for everything huh?” he says. That makes Steve sigh a little, his shoulders droop enough that it’s only then that they both notice they had been hunched close to his ears. “Yeah,” he says. “Character flaw.” “One man’s character flaw is another man’s personality trait,” Bucky says. He stretches his legs out in front of him, props himself up on his palms behind him. “Pretty sure a personality trait can also be a character flaw, but I appreciate the sentiment,” Steve says with a half-smile.

🎓That Boy is a Problem | 2bestfriends | Explicit | 10,091 words | College | **Post- Endgame rec**

I sometimes debate whether I should go with including fics on these rec posts that fall heavy on the porn side of a porn-to-plot ratio, solely because, at a certain point, smut-heavy fics feel like their own thing that should go in their own post. But! That said, this fic, although it does fall pretty heavy on the porn side of the porn-to-plot-ratio is very, very solidly a college fic. It also does have a really fun plot, and I really, so much, enjoy that it features a Steve POV that is an absolute, just total and complete disaster about Bucky. Also! This fic has vibes and aesthetics that I quite appreciate.

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Steve grins like an absolute buffoon when he sees him, frozen in place like he's rooted there. Bucky glances around, gaze settling on Steve. The expression that spreads across his face in response to the realization that Steve is in fact there waiting for him is incandescent; Bucky actually brightens like maybe he wasn't expecting Steve to show. He draws his shoulders up and walks to Steve. When he reaches him, Bucky reaches out and grabs him by the front of his hoodie, pulling him into a kiss. Steve goes with a muffled squeak, ducking down to meet the firm press of lips. For a second, Steve doesn't know what to do with his hands, hovering just above Bucky's hips as he grasps tightly at Steve's shirt. Just as Steve's knees go weak and fireworks start to go off behind his eyes, Bucky pulls away, blinking at him with big, sultry eyes. "Hey, pal. You're very punctual. You ready?"

🎓Natasha Romanoff's Dating Service | HMSLusitania | Mature | 12,223 words | College | **Post-Engame Rec**

So, here's a thing about me: I really like it when fics emphasize that Steve and Bucky are meant for each other. That's it always them, In all universes. It's a thing I'm big into for these two. And this is why I enjoy so much when a fic pulls off the thing where there is some sort of doubled get-together or double feelings build. Like, ID porn fics can do this sometimes — falling for each other two different ways at once — as can fics like this one — a fic about Steve and Bucky both ignoring Nat's insistence that she knows the perfect guy for them and instead going out to a bar and meeting a total stranger. A total stranger they fall for basically on sight. A total stranger who, as it turns out, is that exact guy Nat meant the whole time. — Yeah. That's a premise I really enjoy. This is a fic I really, really enjoy. A total delight.

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“Now I’ve got some ridiculously low resting heart rate,” Steve said, tipping his head sideways towards his wrist. Taking the hint, Bucky pressed his fingers to the pulse point below the base of Steve’s thumb. Maybe he did have a low resting heart rate, but if he did, Steve was not currently at rest. It made Bucky feel a little better, knowing that for some reason – Bucky? – Steve’s heart was racing. “Do you want to, um,” Steve started. When he paused, unsure, he touched his tongue to his bottom lip before chewing on it and something in Bucky’s body short-circuited. He just hoped it wasn’t the actual mechanical hardware attached to his left side, because that would be ill-timed. “Go home with you?” he suggested quietly. “Yeah,” Steve said. “That.”

🎓What a Wonderful World This Would Be | Mambo | Teen | 28,723 words | College

You know how sometimes you read a fic and you find yourself literally making embarrassing sorts of noises out loud about it? And also feel yourself making ridiculous faces at your screen in response to it? Right, that was me reading this fic. Featuring an art major Steve who is completely convinced Fraternity Bucky is going to be some total jerk of a guy when they're paired as project partners — until they have all of one conversation and Bucky is ... you know, sweet, friendly, smart, charming, and generally Bucky-like. So then Steve spends thousands and thousands of words falling hard for Bucky while also being super confused by why Bucky wants to keep spending time with him — and incredibly doubtful that Bucky actually does want to be spending time with him. Even though Bucky spends thousands and thousands of words being the Very Most Obvious that he's super into Steve. It's so ridiculously and delightfully cute. I love it a lot. Also! This fic is actually the start of an entire college AU 'verse. I've only read this first fic, but the rest of the 'verse is on my TBR and is likely equally delightful.

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Steve’s brow furrows. “How do you know I do?” Bucky moves his laptop off his lap, sets it on the floor. He stretches his arms up over his head, exposing the stretch of tan skin where his shirt rides up over his jeans. And Steve is definitely not looking for purely artistic and aesthetic reasons, but manages to drag his eyes away before Bucky notices. “You always annotate your books. I can see all those post-its from where I sit, even. You don’t talk much but you’re always leafing through your book because you know which exact quote will prove somebody wrong. Don’t try to argue; I totally notice.” That’s not untrue. “No fair,” Steve says. “You sit behind me. I can’t stare at you creepily at all.” “Not starin’, just appreciatin’ the view.” Steve must look confused because Bucky laughs again. “You’re kinda cute,” he says. “‘Specially when you blush.”

🎓Alkynes of Trouble | yammz | Explicit | 11,450 words | College | **Post Endgame Rec**

The author tagged this "enemies to friends to lovers" and "the softest of enemy-ships though," which, honestly, is absolutely perfect tagging for this incredibly sweet fic. It is soft. Everything that happens in this fic is very, very soft. Steve and Bucky are assigned to be lab partners! They spend all semester in this terribly and wonderfully cute slow burn! There's tutoring! There are coffee dates shop hangouts! There is cake! There is a Very Meaningful hug! It's all very, very charming and super adorable. Plus, this is a fic that works with one of my personal favorite tropes: someone slowly realizing that they were wrong about another person and falling for that person — hard — as they do. I'm always weak for that, and I love this fic's delightful — and, yes, very soft — take on it.

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His notebook was full of eraser marks, his lines uneven and confusing, running into each other when he made his structures too small for the amount of bonds between molecules. He could always see them in his mind, but drawing them out was hell for him, his hands just a little shaky. Steve didn’t seem to have that problem because Steve’s notebook…that shit was just about the prettiest art Bucky had ever seen. He couldn’t help himself from reaching out his fingers and running over the neat, perfect hexagons with their lines and perfect little letters for the attached elements. They looked straight out of a printed textbook. Steve didn’t move, the solid mass of him almost against Bucky’s side. “How long do these take you?” he asked. “Oh, I’m quick,” Steve supplied cheerfully. To prove his point, he drew a quick acetyl salicylic acid, copying its structure from the sloppy one on the board, where the lab’s flowchart was. Bucky was mesmerized, his form perfect and confident and tiny, so at odds with how huge Steve’s hands were. “See?” “Okay, well,” Bucky let out a laugh, “You can definitely write the lab report.”

🎓Lane Lines | sparkagrace @sparkagrace | Mature | 132,519 words | College | **Post-Engame Rec**

A fic I spent a weekend totally engrossed and lost in on first read and that, ever since, has always been sitting somewhere in my brain. I think something that really, really appeals to me about sports AUs is when they're used as a lens to translate some things Steve genuinely struggles with in canon — the ways he handles guilt, the ways he feels responsible for things and people, his loneliness, etc — into these incredibly real-feeling modern, actual world, contexts. This fic does that so unbelievably well. Steve isn't truly okay, at all, during most of this fic, and affects everything. I love that so much. I also love this fic's worldbuilding, with a childhood Steve and Bucky backstory, a college swim team friend group, the pressures of professional athlete life, Olympic sponsorships, world records, and in-verse media like fake tweets and news articles. (This fic is the first fic in an in-progress 'verse, all of which I would also recommend.)

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“I didn’t want to come,” Steve says, trying to be honest, “but I’m glad I did. It feels nice to clear the air. I think it’s the most fun I’ve had in a while actually.” Steve thinks maybe this has been the happiest he’s been in a long time. He doesn’t want to tell Bucky that or speak it out loud, but the knowledge that this is happiness, and that he truly feels lightness in his bones, thrills him and he wants to keep that feeling close to him as long as he can. “I’m glad you’re here now. Just you.” Bucky says. Steve doesn’t know how to respond to that so he takes another swig of the champagne. There’s bubbles in his stomach but he’s not sure if it’s from the champagne or Bucky’s words. “We’re really going to do this, aren’t we?” Bucky says. It takes Steve a second to understand what he’s referring to.

🎓Targeting | queenmab_scherzo | Explicit | 149,148 words | High school & College

I do not know if I will ever be over the way this fic manages to mirror canon so closely while being about high school and then college football. I feel as if that shouldn't work. And yet it does, and I love it. I also love the way, because this fic so closely mirrors canon, we get a lot of Steve refusing, just absolutely refusing to give up on Bucky. Or doubt Bucky. Or listen to anyone's objections or concerns about Bucky. There is a lot of Steve being determined to get real answers to things, and Steve being determined to make things right, and Steve being determined to not let Bucky take the blame/punishment for things, and Steve being determined to not let Bucky go. So you know, very much like canon. Except it's about football? It's so, so good.

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Bucky doesn't attack. He backs away instead, an immediate, heartbreaking reflex, crystallizing proof that Steve isn't dealing with a predator. It's inhuman, the raw metal of his eyes and his expression, his hollow features, the way he blinks slowly and deliberately. He just won a football game, for crying out loud, not just any football game, the Game of the Century, he beat the number two team in the country and he can't even crack a smile. There is James Barnes, but where is Bucky. Bucky used to smile through broken bones and blood in his teeth, where is that Bucky. Come back, what happened, come back to me. Heart thudding, Steve surges forward, thinking about 49-yard field goals. "At least take my phone number." For a long time, he doesn't think Bucky will respond, and when he does, it's on an exhale, an inaudible brushstroke on dry canvas: "Fine." "You—do you want to write it down or something?" "I'll remember." The noise of the crowd rises and falls.

🎓Okay, so he can play… (pretty's got nothing to do with it | Darter_blue @darter-blue | Explicit | 50,858 words | College | **Post-Endgame Rec**

I realized when I was pulling this list together that I actually probably should have included this fic back in June as part of my Pride recs post I didn't, obviously, and I'm a little annoyed at myself about it. But, that allows me to rec it now, and this is absolutely a college fic. So I guess that works out. Anyway, like I said when I talked about Lane Lines, I love when a sports AU also works as a lens to look at some of Steve's less-than-healthy ways of dealing with things. This fic, which is about college hockey, is another great example of that. There are a lot of things in this fic — many of them, but not all of them, related to Bucky — that Steve has told himself he Absolutely Cannot Do, and his journey of letting go of some of that over the course of this story is one I enjoyed so, so much. Like I said, I could've rec'd this one in June, so there's a lot centered on sexuality happening here. There are a lot of feelings and a lot of romance. Also, one of my spreadsheet notes in the tropes column for this one says, "GRAND GESTURES." So.

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Bucky doesn’t know what to do with those smiles. He doesn’t know where to keep them (because he so desperately wants to keep them) that they won't cloud him. That they won’t press into his stupid crush and spill it over into something more dangerous. The team dynamic is flowing, winding, warming into something so comfortable, it bleeds into their game, and it’s like they can’t lose. They win their next two home games, Bucky chasing down Steve’s scoring record and loving every second of it. The way Steve isn’t even mad about it. The way Steve nods at him in the locker room at the end of the games. Claps him on the shoulder now with the rest of the team… All of it leaves Bucky so wholly unprepared.

🎓Persued by a bear | Zenaidamacrouras1 @zenaidamacrouras1 | Explicit | 19,200 words | **Post-Endgame Rec**

So, they're slightly older in this fic than any other fic on this list. (Well, actually, maybe not? They're a bit older in Natasha Romonaoff's Dating Service, too.) Steve is a professor and Bucky is a PhD candidate. This is also the very most academic of all fics on this list, and it's a complete and total delight from start to finish. It's a Shakespeare conference! There are tweed jackets, and suspenders, and pickup lines using Shakespeare, and the cutest Steve POV voice. I'm always, always a huge fan of a fic that features what could have been, should have been, a one-night stand, but that turns into so much more — with some hiccups, but also a lot of shameless flirtation, along the way. This fic delivers that so incredibly well and is just such a fun read.

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“You’re good at what you do, too, James,” Steve says softly, looking up at Bucky through his lashes, and shit, he didn’t mean for this to get all sexy all of a sudden. Bucky’s just. Really sexy. “You should call me Bucky. If you want," Bucky says softly. "I think I do, Bucky," Steve says because. He does. And Bucky's at a completely different university, and he's obviously a full-on, real-deal grown-up. Maybe this is okay. "Watching you work and listening to you think after following your scholarly writing for so long was incredibly hot,” Bucky says in a rush. “I’m sure you get that all the time. God, now I sound like a groupie.” Steve suppresses a smile. “Believe it or not, I don’t really have groupies."

There are a few additional fics that could be classed college/university fics and that absolutely are on my rec spreadsheet/in my bookmarks, but that I didn't include here. These are almost all fics with a plot about driving home (from campus) for the holidays/car sharing/motel room sharing/etc. that I feel like are holiday fics more than college fics, and holiday fics will almost definitely be their own post. (I didn't realize I had more than one fic like that bookmarked. But apparently, I do.)

I do have an apocalypse/dystopias/etc rec post sitting in my drafts I'm stressing myself out about it. Probably unnecessarily. I swear it's coming soon. Maybe I'll also do something seasonal in October? I haven't thought about that yet, but it's completely possible.

Fic Rec Series

#SteveBucky #Stucky fic #Stucky Fic Recs #fic recs #fic rec series #Me rambling about other people's writing

[octuscle]

CHAVTF - Dan and Dick

Richard was excited to see his son Daniel's new apartment. Daniel had moved out of his home in Mayfair a few weeks ago. For his work, the Eastend was better located. And Mayfair was indeed nothing for young people by now. Richard himself was considering moving away. He was now retired, and his wife had been dead for over a year. Perhaps a change of scenery would not be wrong.

The inspection of the new apartment did not take long. Small, functional. And still full of moving boxes. So Daniel suggested going to dinner at one of the nearby restaurants. Richard agreed. He was starting to get hungry. They had been walking for a few minutes when, completely unexpectedly, a heavy downpour came down. Although they quickly took cover under a tree, they were soaked to the bone. And then a huge amount of bird droppings slapped down on them. Their clothes were ruined.

Richard laughed. "It's all no drama. There's another store up ahead, we can get a dry and clean jacket there." Daniel hesitantly countered that this wasn't Savile Row, but Richard said they'd find something appropriate for dinner in the East End. They entered CHAVTF. A small store, crowded and not very clear. At the cash register at the entrance sat a young man with a shaved head, playing with his cell phone. When he saw Richard and Daniel, he began to grin. And a large wet spot formed in his crotch from the precum. "Oi mates, you looking for something dry? There are two changing rooms up ahead, strip down and I'll bring you something." Richard and Daniel found the approach a bit odd, but followed the request. The locker rooms smelled musty, the floor wasn't particularly clean, and strangest of all was the large hole in the partitions at belt height.

"You lads prefer boxers with those big dicks of yours, don't you?" " You bet your ass I do," Daniel replied. "Here you go. Aren't really Calvin Klein, but good quality." Richard pulled on the shorts. He massaged his cock. Felt really massive. "And here are socks. Size 12 should fit." The two put on the white athletic socks. They immediately got dirty on the greasy floor. "Tell me mates! Are you guys brothers? You look a bit alike." "Fuck, yeah," Daniel replied. "Here are some jeans. See if you like them. And who's the older of you?" Richard pulled up his pants. He'd never worn ripped jeans before. But they felt great. And they sat so low on his hips that you could still read the Calvin Klein lettering super. That's how he'd imagined it. "The older one is me, mate," Richard said. "But only three months. We're half-brothers. Dad screwed anything that couldn't run away fast enough." Dan replied that Richard's mother, however, had also been a whore who had let everyone have it. "You got it, bro! Your mom's not a whore, of course. And where did all your brothers and sisters come from?" replied Dick.

"Here's two cool pairs of shoes. Let's take a look, mates," the store attendant said, pulling the curtains aside. Dan and Dick grinned and posted for fun. "Wow, your training is paying off, Mates! You both box welterweight?" "Nah," Dick said. "I'm a lightweight. But I'm working on it. The goal is middleweight already." "You guys are probably going out clubbing today. T-shirts for clubbing?" Dan said they were going to get drinks at the gas station first. And then maybe to the pub. But T-shirt is fine." The store attendant tossed them two black T-shirts. Dan and Dick put them on and took out their chains. They were quiet for everyone to see. "Why aren't you both inked, anyway? Your tattoos are really coming along!" Dick stroked his neck and arm. Yes, he was really proud of them, but they had cost a lot of money. And Dan just had to save up a little bit of money, then he would surely get a tattoo.

Fortunately, they had collected a lot of money today. The two fine toffs Dan and Dick had stolen the coats from had been carrying a lot of cash. "Mates, the jackets really go with your outfit. Can't nobody tell they're not Moncler." The two put the jackets on. The pal was right. They looked awesome! "Mates, did you want to earn a £100 discount on the clothes. If one of you blows the other in the booth through the glory hole and I can use the video on Tiktok, everything together will only cost 50 pounds. Dick tossed a swiped credit card to the store attendant. "We'll pay by card, but we'll do it for 100 pounds cash."

Once the two were back outside, Dick had to light a fag. Dan still had the taste of Dick's cum in his mouth and declined, grinning. "Not until after the next beer. Your spunk tastes like shit." "And yours tastes like piss!"

#chav tf #reality change #male tf #age reduction #male transformation

[arvensimp]

You writing is amazing, you capture the character personality so well.

I found an secret beach while playing pokemon scarlet and I was wonder what will a beach date with arven look like? What swimsuit will he wear? Reaction to our swimsuit? What activity will arven and reader do?

Thank you! Also, ooh! Where is it? I found a secret lil cave by the ocean just between the glacedo mountain and the orange foresty area north of the lake that I thought was pretty cool. Is the secret beach the one north of the lighthouse on the west coast? Also forgive me for not replying to a comment if you leave one! I check all my posts for tags and comments constantly, but since this is a side blog, I'm not able to reply from here. Just know that I love everything y'all say!! If you ever want to chat my inbox is open. :)

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Beach Episode

Arven x reader, no gendered pronouns

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When you excitedly tell Arven about the secret beach you've discovered and offer it up as a potential date destination, he is delighted. You can count on him to take care of all the planning. Truth be told he's happier that way. "Too many cooks in the kitchen," as it were. You just need to worry about driving the lizard in the right direction and picking a nice bathing suit.

When you arrive, before you even start unpacking together, he examines the area and whistles, fists on his hips.

"This is pretty nice! Not that I doubted you, of course, but usually an untouched beach is way less sandy and much more rocky and uneven than this, I'd think. Good going!"

From there, the two of you set out a massive beach blanket, big enough for both of you and a few pokemon to lounge about on. Next come the umbrellas to provide a bit of shade, as well as the folding table to house the snacks and coolers.

Arven really goes all out when he has time to prep.

Once all the set up is done in terms of the "picnic site," Arven goes ahead and changes into his swimwear. He wears just basic trunks, nothing terribly fancy, but they do have a floette print similar to that of his phone case.

He doesn't outwardly make a huge deal out of anything you wear, not thinking it's appropriate, but he's really happy to see you in your swimsuit.

Before you rush into the water, he does get a little blushy. "We need to make sure we get some sunscreen on before we get into the water, okay? I-I can help you, if you like? Not to be weird or anything."

You, of course, happily accept his help, and squirm and giggle at the cold sensation of the cream before he rubs it into your back and shoulders.

You also help him apply his own sunscreen. He pulls his hair out of the way for you, and you get to basically give him a little mini back massage as you rub him down. Arven sighs and relaxes against you as you work...

Once you're all SPF'd up, you release your pokemon from their balls, and it's basically a free for all! You spend as much time playing in the sand and surf as you like.

Arven basically plays along with whatever games you're down for. He didn't really get to play much in the water as a kid, so he's happy to learn how you did it when you were little.

You also build a couple of sandcastles together with your pokemon, being careful to respectfully knock them down before you abandon them, just in case they turn into sandyghasts.

As with any date with Arven, the main event is the food.

Your man has packed all the best for your little group of Pokemon, and then for the two of you he has fresh squeezed fruit juices, along with some pastries, sandwiches, and a surprisingly delicious pasta salad that kept super well in his new cooler that he has been really eager to try out!

The date does eventually end around the time it gets dark, but you're able to spend a nice amount of quality time snuggled up on the blankets, cuddling and exchanging soft kisses before you go.

#arven fanfic #arven x reader #arven pokemon #trainer arven #arven #rival arven

[smileydk]

Road Trip + Neck kisses

Pairing: Non-Idol!Wooyoung x Best-Friend!OC

Summary: Jiwoo's best friend, Wooyoung, decides to shoot his shot with his friend, who he's been in love with since they were 10. Only he doesn't know the feelings are mutual + 99-liners and reader are 19, Jongho is 18 and the 98-liners are 20

Note: I kind of spiraled in the end and added… a proposal! Yay… 😁… and to everyone who got tagged. I sincerely apologize :) I needed to make up some usernames for the end…

cw/tw: hickeys, hints towards sex, kisses, make-out session.

''Jiwoo, you're in the back since you're... tiny'' Yunho stated as he was quick to sit down in the driver's seat.

''Fuck you'' She pouted.

Mingi was given the passanger seat since he was the tallest after Yunho. San, Yeosang and Jongho sat down in the row behind them. Seonghwa and Hongjoong sat in the second middle row, the seat between them being filled with snacks. This only left the last row to Jiwoo and Wooyoung, and the luggage.

''Why do we have so much luggage? We're going camping for two days'' Jiwoo asked as she took her seat in Wooyoung's lap.

''Because someone-'' Hongjoong shot a pointed look at San. ''-needed to bring his whole bathroom with him for two days in the forest''

Jiwoo chuckled at San as he looked very offended by the comment.

'' You’re just jealous because my hair’s better than yours! Don't come crying ot me when you wake up tomorrow and look like… you!''

Jiwoo’s laughter continued as the two bickered. Her laughter faded as Wooyoung's arm snuck around her waist as some kind of seatbelt.

''Tell me if I'm too heavy and I'll sit on San's hair products'' Jiwoo mumbled quietly as her breath caught in her throat.

''You weigh literally nothing'' The man replied and leaned back, pulling his friend with him.

As Jiwoo sat leaned against Wooyoung's stomach, she couldn't help but blush as she felt his abs pressing against her lower back.

Sure, the man wasn't ridicolously fit, but he was just enough. And Jiwoo, personally, prefered Wooyoung's physique over some super fit muscle man.

Since the ride to the forest was almost four hours, most of the guys had fallen sleep. Yunho was currently surviving on caffein and Mingi's constant chatter about... different things each minute, but mostly about how tired he was.

''Mingi, for god's sake! If you're tired, sleep instead of annoying me'' Yunho snapped as he turned onto a smaller road.

There was still another two hours left to the drive and Yunho did not wanna listen to Mingi's chatter anymore.

Jiwoo, who wasn't tired at all, chuckled at their bickering. She couldn’t judge them. They lived together and now they were locked into a car together for four hours. They were bound to snap at some point.

Yunho's snapping however proved to be very effective on the man as he fell silent. A moment later his head fell against the car window and snores were heard.

The only ones awake were Jiwoo, Yunho and Wooyoung. Yunho was very focused on the road since it was very small. Well, you couldn't even call it a road, it was a small gravel path, and the car was hired. Meaning he couldn't damage it at all, or it'll cost him.

Wooyoung wrapped both his arms around Jiwoo even tighter as the road became more wiggly, since she didn't have a seatbelt. And because he knew the other guys would kill him if he let the girl die, especially her brother Seonghwa.

Jiwoo was scrolling through instagram, pouting to herself as her feed consisted of her other freinds and their partners. Some more appropriate than others.

Her best friend, Ara, had posted a picture of her neck filled with hickeys, as well as her boyfriends lips still attached to her neck.

''Neck kisses from my boo are the best''

She liked the post and opened the comments. She chuckled as most of her single friends had commented. Mostly about how jealous they were. Jiwoo decided to be petty and copy them.

''Ara, you're making the rest of us jealous! You can only share this with your taken friends!

It only took a minute before Ara had replied to the comment.

''Come on Jiwoo~ don't be jealous, just find a good guy and ask! I recommend Wooyoung since you've been in love with him for like 8 years!''

Jiwoo sighed and chuckled. She liked the comment and turned her phone off.

Wooyoung, whose head rested on Jiwoo's shoulder, raised an eyebrow as he read the comments. Sure, it wasn't nice looking at others phones, but they were talking about him after all. He must have had some kind of right to spy, right?

Yunho took a peek in the rearview mirror and smirked. He re-angled it and turned his focus back to the road.

''So, you like neck kisses, eh?'' Wooyoung chuckled as he leaned back.

''Yah, don't read my odd comments!'' Jiwoo pouted and put her phone in the pocket on the back of the seat in front of her.

As she leaned forward Wooyoung let out a hiss. ''Don't do that''

''What?'' Jiwoo was completely clueless. She wasn't even pretending to be innocent, she didn't understand.

''Don't move around so much~'' He wrapped his arms back around her waist and held her in a firm grip

''Wha- oh'' She blushed as she felt exactly why he whined.

He laid his head back on her shoulder. His lips were right by the girl's ears. ''Wanna try out the neck kisses?'' He ran his nose along her neck, smirking as she shuddered and goosebumps grew on her skin.

Jiwoo didn't know what to do. Sure, she'd been in love with the man for eight years, but she was a little unsure of what they could start since she didn't want to wreck their friendship.

They had always been a flirty duo. Pick-up lines, teasing, perverted jokes.

She was slightly impressed that he kept his cool and didn't jump at the chance. ''Come on, Princess~ I need an answer''

''Such a gentleman'' She patted his cheek. ''Sure, if you want to''

Wooyoung let out the breath he was holding and pressed a light kiss to Jiwoo's neck.

Jiwoo was embarrassed as she let out a small sigh of satisfaction. Her hand flew up to silence her sounds.

The sigh however only encouraged Wooyoung's kisses. He continued pressing kisses to her neck wherever he could reach. Jiwoo tilted her head slightly, giving Wooyoung more access to her neck.

Wooyoung's cocky smirk only grew as her body responded to his action. He pushed her hair to the side and continued leaving kisses all over her neck and throat.

The girl's eyes widened as she could feel him slowly getting more frisky and confident.

She put her index finger in her mouth and bit down as he started sucking and nibbling slightly on her neck. ''Fuck~''

''Yunho's never gonna let us live this down'' Wooyoung mumbled as he removed his lips from Jiwoo's neck. He smiled at his art piece.

''No he is not! And he will tell all of their friends and the girl’s brother, so that they will tease them as well'' Yunho replied from the driver's seat.

Jiwoo chuckled and leaned back, resting her head on Wooyoung's shoulder. ''You look so good in black hair'' She mumbled and ran her hand through his newly black-dyed hair.

''Do you mean my oreo hair was ugly?'' Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, knowing very well that wasn't what she meant, but he was a born tease.

''No, but your black hair makes you much more sexy- I don't know why'' Jiwoo smiled and ran her thumb along his jawline. She allowed her hand to continue down his neck before going back up.

''That tickles'' Wooyoung whined.

''Sorry''

She however continued tracing the boy. Her fingers reached his lips and she smiled. ''Oh my god, you have a mole on your lip'' She smiled and took a closer look.

''I know'' Wooyoung chuckled at her excitement. He wondered how she’d never seen it before. He grabbed her hand and kissed her index finger.

''And one here'' She smiled and poked the mole under his left eye.

''Stop it, it tickles'' Wooyoung continued whining.

''So... this tickles as well?'' Jiwoo smirked and leaned closer and copied what he'd done earlier, running her nose along his neck.

''Yes, but not in the same way'' He shuddered.

''And what about... this?'' She pressed a light kiss to his neck.

Wooyoung sighed. The kiss was too light for his satisfaction. He wanted her to paint his neck, much like he'd done to hers.

Jiwoo seemed to have understood the sigh as she pressed another kiss to his neck. She chuckled to herself as she could feel his arms tightening around her waist.

She only took it as encouragement.

She continued leaving kisses all over his neck, occasionally leaving a hickey. Jiwoo smirked to herself as he whined quietly.

As her lips left the boy's neck she, much like he'd done previously, smiled at her art piece.

''Damn, I should be an artist''

Jiwoo smiled as she just held Wooyoung's face in her hands, admiring the man. She ran her thumbs over his high cheekbones.

As her eyes travelled across his face they stopped on his lips. ''You really need some chaptstick'' She dug through her pocket and found one. ''Pout''

Wooyoung chuckled and did as he was told. Jiwoo held his jaw in a soft, yet firm grip, as she applied the chapstick. She finished and put the chapstick back in her bag.

''I think you need some as well'' Wooyoung mumbled before grabbing her neck and pulling her in for a real kiss.

At first shock took over her body. But as soon as the shock faded away she kissed back. None of them could help the dorky smiles that grew on their lips as they kissed.

They both had been waiting for this for almost 10 years.

Wooyoung pulled away and smiled sweetly. ''After our little camping trip I'm taking you on a real date, princess''

''That I'll hold you to''

❤️ 💬 ↗️

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@p.jw_notofficial: To quote Ara, Neck kisses from my boo are the best

@j.yh_official: We’ve been waiting for eight years! It’s about time

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ shut up! You did not!

@p.sh_official: not something I needed to see nor know…

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ well, brother dearest, feel free to block me anytime 💋💋💋

@k.hj_official: never make out in the car again! At least not when I’m around!

@j.wy_official: ^^ dude, you were sleeping as if you were dead. There’s no way in hell you knew what was going on!

@k.hj_official: ^^ doesn’t matter if I was dead! Yunho told me and now I need bleach for my brain!

@c.s_official: As Yunho said, ABOUT DAMN TIME! Now, when do we hear the wedding bells?

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ whenever Wooyoung grows a pair and proposes (and I say this simply because he makes more money than me. If I were to propose, he’d get a ring pop)

@p.sh_official: ^^ better not be anytime soon! And he better ask for permission!

@s.mg_official: whoop! Party! Finally!

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ very original comment…

@c.jh_official: Supporting as long as you don’t fuck in my bed, kiss or make out in front of me, and won’t make me babysit in the future.

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ babysit!? How far in the future are you!? I don’t even know what I’m gonna eat for lunch in a week!

@k.ys_official: when did this happen?

@j.wy_official: ^^ Hyung, you’re the most clueless person to ever walk the face of the earth… ladies and gentlemen, Kang Yeosang!

@k.ys_official: ^^ if we listened to EVERYTHING you said Wooyoung, there’d be no time for anything else

❤️ 💬 ↗️

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@j.wy_official: I wanted the blue one😔

Oh yeah, and we got engaged when Seonghwa was in another country :)))

@p.jw_notofficial: fuck, that means I have to change my username-

@j.wy_official: ^^ is it really that much of a chore?

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ yes… and the blue one was yummy…

@p.sh_official: WHAT!? How dare- I mean… congrats sis…

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ either be nice or you won’t be the best man

@p.sh_official: ^^ sorry…

@c.s_official: I wanna be the maid of honor!

@j.yh_official: ^^ NO! I’m better because I’m tall!

@c.s_official: ^^ people prefer dogs. Not giraffes

@j.yh_official: ^^ I only agree with the fact that you’re a dog. And btw, giraffes are amazing!

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ okay… San you’re my maid of honor… for now at least… and Yunho can be the flower girl :)

@c.jh_official: as I stated previously. I’m not a free babysitter in the future. I’ll happily take $20 a kid/hour

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ don’t you love us!? I’m gonna tell my kids you’re a mean uncle

@c.jh_official: ^^ good, then they won’t annoy me :)

@s.mg_official: I am so gonna have the most epic entrance ever seen at a wedding!

@j.wy_official: ^^ upstage me and you won’t see much of the wedding at all

@k.hj_official: congratulations! I wish you all the best! And cute babies :)))

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ first normal comment. Thank you 💋

@k.ys_official: will there be chocolate croissants?

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ only for you Yeosang!

#ateez x reader #wooyoung #ateez #jung wooyuong #ateez oneshot #ateez fluff #fluff #kpop fluff #wooyoung fluff #jung wooyoung x reader #wooyoung x reader #atiny #hongjoong #seonghwa #yeosang #jongho #mingi #yunho #san #oneshot #short fiction

[theneighborhoodwatch]

002 - Popstar, Franklydear and whatever we call what Wally and Home have going on

(send me a character/ship to hear my thoughts)

i've gotten Multiple asks about all of these pairings, so let's not waste anymore time. under the cut bc unsurprisingly this got Long.

POPSTAR

when or if I started shipping it: i think it first Really started with this pokemon AU post clown made talking about what he thought they'd be up to in that universe... the language he uses in that post really caught my eye, and it just kinda snowballed from there, especially as canon started picking up and we saw more of them interacting 1-on-1.

my thoughts: i feel like we don't really get a lot of yuri in this specific Type of horror (i.e. cute thing is secretly fucked up), at least not in the west. i think that's a crying shame, but i believe popstar has the potential to truly open the floodgates. unless i'm forgetting herstory - idk i feel like there's definitely some rpgmaker game out there that'll prove me wrong but you know what i mean. more mascot horror yuri NOW.

What makes me happy about them: i think it's super cute that they both kinda geek out whenever one of them asks the other for help, like they're being asked by this big huge celebrity and not, like. their literal next door neighbor lol. sally in particular - as bullheaded as she is, her insistence on trying to put poppy in the spotlight more often isn't because she thinks poppy is untalented and needs to train up, but because she genuinely thinks poppy is Just That Stunning And Talented And Beautiful, and doesn't want that to go to waste. nepotism has never looked so romantic <3

What makes me sad about them: sally seems to enlist poppy's help Way more than poppy does sally's, and while sally clearly Wants to take poppy seriously, she has a hard time not immediately brushing off other's concerns in general because She's An Auteur, Dammit, She Knows What She's Talking About. it does make me very worried for poppy! i think things between them are gonna get Way worse before they get better lol. not dysfunctional enough to be toxic yuri but certainly painful enough that it will Get Me when it happens.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: THAT NOBODY WRITES IT

Things I look for in fanfic: MORE OF IT

My kinks: again, serious in-depth answers go on the nsfw blog only. i will say i think they're definitely those people who keep trying to set up roleplay scenes only to get distracted by trying to figure out the technical aspects and/or getting so in-character that they forgot what the end goal was.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: poppy partridge if you read this im free on Thursday night and would like to hang out. Please respond to this and then hang out with me on Thursday night when I’m free.

My happily ever after for them: after a series of trials and tribulations, complete with at least one breakup arc, the two of them reconcile in an appropriately dramatic apology-that-looks-suspiciously-like-a-marriage-proposal scene. i don't really know what happens after that. i was going to say they go on to become lesbian statler and waldorf, but i think they would both be too invested in trying to give actual constructive criticism, so maybe they just mst3k it instead.

FRANKLYDEAR

when or if I started shipping it: i dunno! i don't remember ever being opposed to the ship, but there was definitely a period of time where my approach to it was more "hmmm i wonder what this ship being canon means for welcome home's Themes" and less "ough fuck they make me so sick," as opposed to the current day where it's a pretty even mix of both.

my thoughts: god what haven't i said about them. i think i peaked with this post. i don't think anything i say can summarize the appeal of their relationship to me more succinctly than that.

What makes me happy about them: when it comes to eddie, frank is like. frank is so fucking funny bc he seems to be under the impression that he's being subtle. yeah get mad whenever anyone who isn't you makes fun of that beautiful big breasted mailman to the point where you'll even defend his honor in the merch advertisements and also when you Do make fun of him be sure to be gentler than you would be with almost anyone else but also don't let up entirely bc then you won't get to see him be adorably flustered and also enforce a surname-only basis with him so people don't think you're getting too chummy but ALSO drop the surname-only basis whenever he seems genuinely upset to let him know that you're worried about him and want to help. and also do this in front of everyone at a holiday party. nobody will suspect a thing. and the best part is that IT WORKS ON EDDIE. EDDIE ALSO THINKS FRANK IS COOL AND TRUSTWORTHY AND RELIABLE ENOUGH THAT HE AUDIBLY/VISIBLY RELAXES WHENEVER FRANK ENTERS A SCENE.

What makes me sad about them: EDDIE'S ASS IS NOT PREPARED FOR THE DAY THAT IT'LL BE FRANK IN THE PROVERBIAL LOVESEAT OF TORMENT. arguably neither is frank but like given how eddie saw frank at the end of the homewarming special? it's going to FUCK him up.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: when i click on the eddie dear/frank frankly tag. and i filter out all mentions of wally darling. i should not still be seeing wally darling. do u understand. get that little yellow cunt OUT of here!!!!!!!

Things I look for in fanfic: pre-established relationship hurt/comfort or angst. i realize i may be alone in my interpretation of franklydear as not being Together together yet, but i am stubborn.

My kinks: i wonder how many times i can say "ask for my nsfw blog" without it getting old.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: GOOD QUESTION. i don't think either of them would particularly struggle to find a partner if they didn't end up with each other, but i also can't see either of them being attracted to any of their other neighbors.

My happily ever after for them: these two images specifically. in general they should get to be huge cornballs for at least a little while should they successfully endure The Horrors.

HOME AND WALLY. HOMEWALLY? WALLYHOME? WHO KNOWS.

when or if I started shipping it: an old friend of mine made a joke about it once in 2022, waaaay before there was any like, huge fandom presence outside of a few scant discord servers. i thought about it too hard and now i'm here.

my thoughts: romantically or not, THEY ARE SOOOOO DOOMED, DUDE. THEY ARE SO FUCKING DOOMED. and i don't mean, like, "yeah they have some stuff that makes their current relationship less than ideal but i'm sure they can work things out ^-^" no i mean DOOMED. there's only one way this relationship can end and it is in BLOOD and TEARS. and i will be there with a tissue box and a big ol' bucket of popcorn. i've written about them so much on this blog already but by god i will write more.

What makes me happy about them: the obsessive aspect to their relationship, like. it feels very mutual. it would be so easy to make home coldly imposing 24/7 and/or just have them be taking advantage of wally's love for them, but. no. they seem just as attached to their inhabitant as he is to them, for better or worse. i get a lot more mileage out of a relationship where both parties Love each other and desperately want to be all-encompassing for one another in All aspects of relationships, but live in a reality where that simply cannot be, and their relationship is wildly unhealthy as a result. home is a monument to a past that either never existed or cannot be revived without Severe consequences. but wally doesn't care about that. all wally cares about is that he is his home. see also: this post.

What makes me sad about them: [copypastes the entire above paragraph]

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: most wally/home fic is either pure crackfic or fic in which home gets hit hard with the ron the death eater treatment. like jesus, he's already pretty morally ambiguous in canon by just Standing There, you don't need to make him an actual rapist to establish that his and wally's relationship isn't exactly ideal.

Things I look for in fanfic: i don't look for it because i've pretty much given up on it being there at all, but i hope more folks write some actual character study-adjacent stuff about them some day!

My kinks: i do have actual answers to this but no way am i stating them here. again, i have a separate blog for that.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE.

My happily ever after for them: you know that's not gonna happen.

#mobileleprechaun #ask #welcome home #popstar #franklydear #whatever wally and home have going on #....is there a ship tag for that actually #no there is not

[rontra]

I have never played persona so I wasn't sure if I would understand your failteacher comics but I just looked up the characters for a little bit of context and I'm 👀👀👀👀 at it now xD

Without being too spoiler-y, why would you say they'd have a messy relationship? (Besides the fact of Becky taking advantage of her client's loneliness)

HAHAHA yea i think the like dramatic irony enjoyment of knowing (even just roughly) what's going on with becky is very strong so good on you there (obviously toriumi has no idea what's going on with her and becky is doing her best to Handle It, but it contextualizes her behavior for Us...<3)

it's yummy isnt it... its yummy

anyway, the rest of this very long post is just me analyzing a fictional situation i myself engineered, so if that sounds boring please dont click the Read More LMFAO <- cursed to put a lot of thought into Character Stuff

basically they have great potential for mess, which they're Currently keeping a lid on, but would exponentially increase with time. teehee.

as for what WILL happen, im not spoiling anything concrete of course… (winks at the Knowers who already know my Vision….

well, this AU isn't ever going to devolve into a "super destructive toxic nightmare" mess or anything, just to get our working definitions of 'mess' sorted out at the top of the post. not this time. atm (as of comic #3) it's shaping up more like a "this seems . inadvisable and absolutely Don't Try This At Home, but i guess it won't…kill you" mess (LMAO)

to assess their situation at present… there is one half who wants money (and can't ever make enough of it to satisfy her extortionists), and one half who wants intimacy (and is scared and unable to get it on her own). on its exterior face, it's simply a lonely person hiring a professional to keep them company, which is a fairly common thing n not rly super noteworthy; the parentheticals are what make things a bit uh thorny for these characters

the "problem" here is not the transaction itself; they're both willing to supply their half of the trade just fine, and neither party is doing anything wrong by engaging in it. but for these two specifically, there is also a mutual willingness to bend the rules of their transaction—because they're both cornered in some way, and desperate for what the other one is offering to trade

to elaborate on "rules", i mean, first and foremost, that their relationship is not "real"—these people Don't know each other personally and intimately, and they're Not Supposed To. their relationship should never be "real"; they're not friends! (or lovers, for that matter!) they're in a conditional exchange of money for services. right now, these characters are participating in and maintaining a kayfabe; they should operate under a tacit understanding that A) this is not real, B) they both fully know it's not real, and C) following the script is the comfortable way to get what they both want without causing undue risk to either party. creating and then maintaining a fake "reality" together is regulated by a contract between them, and it ends when their booked time ends (and not a minute over time!)

but to return to the earlier point, they're also both cornered and desperate, which drives them both to go beyond what might be considered appropriate. i think this is compelling; it's probably unnecessary of me to add this paragraph but i want to underline (just in case) that i don't think either of them is like "at fault" or w/e (there is no "villain" between them). they're showing Signs Of Mess that could snowball into something much more messy, but it's not something they're doing to hurt each other; they're making decisions based on skewed risk/reward estimations that might not be healthy, and could realistically have harmful consequences for both parties, but they're not, like, Evil (lol). two women getting wrapped up in each other's personal graveyard spirals…it's yuri, isn't it?

with that squared away, and putting it plainly;

toriumi should not be asking her to "break character" when the character itself is what she's paying for; this nudging of their little kayfabe, if indulged, could easily snowball and erode the professional boundaries between them (what she calls "distance" in #3). she is paying 'becky' to 'be here' (paying kawakami to conjure 'becky' into existence by pretending to be her), but she isn't really being mindful of the type of role that this necessarily demands of her in turn. the built-in emotional walls between them are there to protect both of them, but she doesn't fully respect them (despite instinctively sensing their protection in how "safe" becky feels to her). in the end, toriumi is bad at "staying in character" herself, and she can't help but try to root out the actual person behind the mask—despite the fact that no one wants this erosion to happen! possible dire consequences for her wallet aside, losing sight of the line between "transaction" and "investment" (pardon the pun) is a one-way ticket to a very messy place where one or both of them is likely to get hurt...

on the other end, and not helping the situation at all, kawakami identified toriumi as a soft target pretty much immediately, and is actively trying to elicit sympathy and endear herself to her (she is being quite choosy about what vulnerabilities she "lets slip" in #2) in order to make her keep booking and paying. of course some amount of "salesmanship" is part of the job—#grindset always be plugging smash that like button comment n subscribe—but the major difference here is that she's overtly attempting to foster in her client the exact kind of dependency/personal attachment she should be discouraging (for, frankly, both of their safety). like not only is she out fishing to get toriumi hook line and sinker on purpose, but it's also alarmingly reckless behavior on kawakami's part; there's a lack of regard for her own wellbeing involved here on top of it all. again, a messy place where someone, maybe everyone, gets hurt in the end

crucially though, as comic #3 finishes setting up, they're both willing to endure these shenanigans from the other half. at this stage, toriumi does realize that kawakami has her unilaterally wrapped around her finger, and nonetheless agrees that she'll call her again; while kawakami knows very well how this kayfabe is supposed to work, but is indulgent (even rewarding) towards toriumi for her clumsiness. that mutual willingness to keep playing this game would—if the AU continued on these tracks uninterrupted—probably compound until the situation they've made becomes super confusing and unclear for them emotionally...

of course "taking advantage" is sort of a loaded phrase colloquially… but i would say in many ways they are "taking advantage" of each other, yea. the "we both benefit, so it's okay" logic was already vaguely raised as justification in #3; if elaborated a bit with the above in mind, their situation is one where "even if they're both overstepping what is considered appropriate for their arrangement, they've also both decided the benefits outweigh the costs by a wide enough margin to make it worthwhile"

it's got the marks of a sort of symbiotic relationship... their individual motivations for being involved w each other are totally unrelated (cue the "hold on, does. kawakami even like women???" question), but they both feel they benefit enough towards their priority goals to be OK with the other one taking something "less valuable" from them (toriumi even calls out the “sales pitch” becky is doing in #2, but ultimately decides that’s fine because she’s willing to buy). i think each and every moving part here has great capacity to go "too far" and ruin things (perhaps even causing Severe damage in the collapse), but if the situation were to continue in this same rhythm, without that kind of dramatic change, i would say "they're both evaluating the scenario with their own personal goals in mind, and are extracting what they want from one another relatively(?) peacefully(??)". like it might ultimately be a selfish game but they're adults they'll figure it out probably idk its none of my business what they choose to get up to. wouldn't get into that type of shit myself though LOL

women are playing kind of dangerous games with each other but i forgive them because it's interesting to rotate in my mind...<3

another thorn to consider for their future bonding endeavors from here on ofc is that without being "cornered" the way they are, they would not be running this type of "risk math" in the first place. it's hard for either of them to fully back away at this point because they're already cornered in their personal lives; toriumi is incredibly isolated and lonely with a pretty insecure lifestyle even when she's NOT actively sawing through the branch she's sitting on, and kawakami famously MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE, NEEDS A LOT OF MONEY RIGHT NOW because she's being extorted by an unrelated third party. looking ahead it does kind of start to look like an ouroboros of "taking advantage of each other" bc it's hard for both of them to leave their individual situations; it's kind of like, if they weren't here with each other they'd be ... well, they'd be here—just with someone else...

they didn't put each other in this jam—it was unrelated personal circumstances and sheer coincidence that pushed them together—but now that they've committed to each other, it's hard to reverse back out, if that makes sense. i think that kind of thing is interesting too, because it makes me want to see them recognize this, connect, and help each other pull out of their Greater individual personal messes. you know? we can make it if we try... just the two of us... 😔

(unfortunately step 1 of that is ofc to make a genuine personal bond that isn't wrapped up in all this for-pay roleplay stuff. drat!)

tl;dr they're both simmering under high pressure and don't try this at home, but they do already have a sort of tacit agreement forming that this level of messy play is OK between them—as long as the rewards continue to outweigh the risks. at the end of the day, it's a delicate balance ultimately hinging on a money-for-services transaction, so if either of them stopped feeling like paying their half was worth it, it would rapidly come apart. i guess it's kinda like the ways you can tell if animals are genuinely beefing or just playing rough—are they willingly coming back? 💀 ...

no lmao where's that post thats like "this would be terrible if it was anyone else, but considering the people involved this is actually the best option" HRBHJDJG that's kind of how it feels. like if they're gonna be stuck with Somebody (and they would be), its probably good luck that they got Each Other. at least the narrative can sustain the balance of this one and maybe even solve it down the line. heart

to round this post off i would say if i had to nominate one of them, kawakami is probably the most "in control" atm—since she figured out very quickly that she was dealing with an easy mark and moved in to make her a regular customer (quite successfully i might add per the end of #3 lmaoo). i think that's been kinda fun, since in her SLink she's immediately on the back foot due to being unmasked by the inciting incident. we know she will lie and attempt to play to the listener's sympathy, so unleashing her with her Mask Still On has been fun 😭 for her part, toriumi is not only taken with the funny maid (& emotionally invested in her IRL situation to boot), but also very clumsily trying to obtain something she's scared to have, which makes her very impulsive/erratic in her rulebreaking compared to kawakami's much more intentional plays...

play of the game 🧹 (<- there's no maid emoji idk its housekeeping)

of course, my future plans will immediately jostle this entire dynamic into something else and make this whole post obsolete, but i don't wanna lay that out ahead of time. smiles.

anyway, otome dissection on the playlist or whatever

#file under: posts that are only interesting to a NICHE AUDIENCE. but here r my thoughts on the thing that i made up. #if you're curious about the Failteacher Meta. #tl;dr never involve anyone else in whatever it is you two have going on but i hope you ... enjoy all that

[mrsjellymunson]

Find Me

⭐️ I realised as I posted this that I’ve just reached 100 followers! 😃😍 So, welcome to my 100 followers celebration 🫶👏🥂 It seems appropriate to be posting a @steddiemicrofic for this, as the first writing I shared was for the first microfic challenge, thanks in no small part to the support and encouragement I received from the organisers, so thank you ⭐️

For the @steddiemicrofic November prompt ‘Rest’

WC: 387 | Rated: M | CW: Upside Down, injuries/blood, implied character demise, I made myself cry writing this, make of that what you will | Tags: Steddie, Steddie microfic, Upside Down, love confession.

Steve skids to a halt next to Eddie’s unmoving body, scanning him quickly, not knowing where to even start, deciding the huge gash on Eddie’s neck is as good a place as any and placing some of the cloths he’s brought from Eddie’s trailer on the gaping wound.

Eddie stirs a little, groaning.

“Oh, thank fuck, man, we thought we’d lost you.”

“Harrington? What the fuck?”

Eddie’s voice is hoarse and cracking.

“Don’t talk, man, save your strength.”

Steve bundles more rags against the gashes in Eddie’s side and chest.

“Can you move?”

He tries to help Eddie sit up, but he wails in pain.

“Okay, you’re not getting up just yet.”

“Steve, just sit with me, yeah? Lemme get my strength back.”

He pauses a moment.

“Cheer me up? Tell me a secret, a real Harrington doozy.”

Steve clears his throat.

“Well, I have a secret crush. Is that enough for ya?”

Eddie manages a weak smile.

“That’s perfect. Watcha got, big boy?”

“Well, it’s a guy, and I haven’t known him all that long. He’s cute, funny, super-smart. Caring, loyal to a fault. And right now? He’s actually kind of a hero…”

“Oh yeah? Doesn’t sound like anyone I know…”

Steve looks Eddie dead in the eyes, replying, softly,

“No? I think you know him quite well, actually.”

Eddie swallows, eyes searching Steve’s face.

“So you see, I’ve gotta get you outta here. I want you to know the person everyone sees in him that he can’t see in himself.”

Eddie grabs Steve’s hand, and Steve grabs back, responding,

“I’m gonna get you outta here, man.”

Eddie moves to sit up again, but only manages to raise his torso a couple of inches before he slumps back, the cloths on his sides turning redder and his muscles refusing to comply.

“Hey, take it easy, don’t try to do too much at once, okay?”

Eddie replies,

“I’ll be fine, man.”

But Steve knows Eddie will not be fine. Eddie grip on Steve’s hand is weakening, and the wounds on his chest are leaking more blood.

“Eddie, I’m gonna carry you.”

Tears streak Steve’s face, clearing wet rivulets through the grime.

“Nah, Steve, just gimme another minute.”

His voice is thready and his breath is becoming shallow.

“I need a rest, man. I just need to rest…”

Thanks so much for reading 🖤

#my first time writing something sad #I’m not sure I want to do it again 😿 #steddie microfic #steddie microfic challenge #steddie #upside down #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #prompt challenge #rest #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie minific

[dispatchvampire]

Accidentally In Love (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FemaleOC

Warnings: Potentially lethal levels of fluffiness right now, potential for smut later. A little blood, canon levels of violence potentially. Plus size female OC, body descriptions.

Rating: PG-13 (right now for language, but look for this to change)

WC: 2200-ish.

Summary: 

Echo's living a normal life in NYC, a 911 dispatcher, the most excitement she gets is from the calls she takes. And then love comes crashing in one day when she's riding her bike through Central Park.

Steve and Bucky weren't looking for anything on their daily run around the park besides fresh air and exercise. The streak of purple eye candy on a bike that lapped them pretty regularly was a nice addition but not mandatory, at least until some impromptu roughhousing results in some civilian casualties in the form of the most beautiful woman either of them had seen in a long, long time.

A/N: AU, Post CACW, Bucky’s Chill and we have always lived in the Tower. Just call this a throwback to the found family, everyone lives in Stark Tower fics.

This is supposed to be a super-fluffy love story. Still undecided if I'm gonna keep this one going but posting now for giggles and grins. It's got some CSI:NY characters crossing over because why not.

I'm just messing about and playing in my WIPs folder. Not Beta'd: we die like men! (honestly, I tried but if you catch something I missed, let me know)

Chapter 1

Five miles at a time. Everything in the early morning hours was measured five miles at a time for Echo Nerys and her trusty mountain bike. From 6:30 to 8AM give or take, she was a glittery purple streak on a circuit through Central Park from end to end that she’d measured precisely both for distance and scenic value. The moment she left her job at NYPD Central Dispatch at 6AM, she was changed and on the bike, ready to go. She even had an appropriately timed playlist on Spotify. 

She’d started as early in the spring as the weather allowed for, in her long compression pants and jacket, getting her face chapped as she and her body remembered what it felt like to be on two wheels and free. A figure in all black in the early hours of the morning fast enough to pedal past the majority of the criminal element and yet still taking hits off her asthma bong when she paused to get drinks from her backpack. 

Now, though, with the summer slowly stretching out down the coast, she’d tied up her puff pigtails and ditched her all black for the wildly purple tie-dyed bike shorts, sports bra, and tank top, all matching, because why not and her favorite pair of sunglasses that made her look like a trained killer. Even her earbuds were purple. There were some who said she didn’t really have the body for the tightly clinging gear, but fuck those people, she was going to be comfortable and safe while she worked out and they didn’t have to look if it offended them. Her body, not-toned stomach, thick thighs and semi-floppy arms, was her own and had been through many of its own wars, and she could wear what made her happy. 

She’d picked up riding the previous summer and had taken it inside for the duration of the winter, riding in the basement gym of 1PP, but she didn’t have a whole lot to show for it physically other than shaplier calves and slightly thinner thighs. She wasn’t in it for the way she looked, but how good it felt to finally move after being sick and stuck with her joint pain for so long. Now that her meds were mostly managed, she was hell on two wheels, six days a week if she could manage, five if she wanted to go easy on it, and it felt amazing.  

On her pace, she saw herself coming up on a group of joggers just cresting the hill, the tallest among them, a hottie from the Homicide Squad, Donnie Flack. All black-haired, blue-eyed Irish, he was every dispatcher’s crush and untouchable as a museum piece because of his wife in the Coroner’s Office. No one wanted to test a forensic scientist’s ability to exact revenge. It was just poor planning. And he was such a sweetheart, it was impossible not to be his friend. 

“On ya left!” she hollered out as she approached the group, powering up the hill despite the way her knees screamed and her thighs burned. It was the principle of the thing, really, as she stood on her pedals and waved as she sailed past them with a jaunty grin. Now that she’d caught up to them, she saw it was a couple other guys from Homicide and one of the guys from down in Trace Evidence. 

“Lookin’ good, E!” Danny Messer, Flack’s whip-thin, mouthy bestie from Crime Scene Investigations, hollered back with a huge grin and a wave as Donnie stuck his fingers in his mouth and wolf-whistled. Messer was good people, and his wife was a doll. Echo lived in their building a couple floors down and had babysat their kids more than a couple times. 

Once she was out of sight, she concentrated on her speed according to the handlebar speedometer and focused on her Beastie Boys as she took the path around the edge of the Jackie O Reservoir. It was so beautiful, with duck families out in force, moms with their collections of babies trailing behind. The water made the air feel a bit cooler as the wind rushed over her skin as she progressed toward the Butterfly Garden. 

Next up on her list of gorgeous sights was the two guys in front of her that she’d dubbed Hotness 1 and Hotness 2. She passed them a few times on her rides, most mornings. Hotness 1 was tall like Donnie, but broader, with muscles upon muscles. He looked like an escapee from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, if Galatea had been 6’3” and blonde with cornflower blue eyes and an ass that would have reduced Michaelangelo to abject weeping. 

Hotness 2 wasn’t any easier on the libido, with his blue-grey peepers and long dark hair he kept in a bun at his neck to go with his panty-melting smile and muscles. His bangs broke free of their confinement framing his face as they drifted over his model-perfect cheekbones and brushed against his sharp jawline. Not that she’d been ogling. Much. 

Alone, they were the kind of flawless that caused traffic jams. Both of them together was an obscenity charge waiting to happen in their running shorts and sinfully well-fitting t-shirts, and more than one jogger—both male and female—had pulled up lame, run into a tree, or tripped over their own feet watching them go by.  

“On ya left!” she called as she approached them, smiling as they waved when she flew by. If she happened to be standing on the pedals and sticking her ass out a bit more than was strictly necessary, well, could anyone blame her? Really? Besides, their smiles and waves of acknowledgement were totally worth it.  

Just past The Loch was the Glen Span Arch, which always felt like a fairy garden to Echo. A stone bridge over the asphalt path with the stream running next to it and abundant trees, it was easy to imagine falling into a rabbit hole like Alice diving into Wonderland and never coming back. With the sun dappling through the leaves, it was here she felt like she was the only person in the world and life was perfect. 

At least it was, until a grizzly bear in a blue shirt and black shorts descended into her path from down the hill. Echo hit the brakes so hard the back tire came up off the path and ditched out on the bike to keep from hitting him. She went one way and flung the bike the other, doing her best to guard her face and head from what would likely be a hard hit.

“Fuckshit!” 

It was over in a second, she was in the creek, soaked to the bone on some very hard and unforgiving rocks that were currently poking into her ribs and hip, with no idea where her bike was. Or her sunglasses. Or phone. Taking inventory from toes upward, she was happy to report that for the most part, she’d likely sustained bruises but otherwise, she’d live. At least, until she tried to push herself up and her hand slipped on the wet rocks, sending her face first into the flowing water. 

“Ah Christ! Hold on!” a deep, unfamiliar male voice hissed as he hooked his hands under her arms and bodily lifted her from the stream. Literally picked her up like a discarded toy, and like she weighed just as little, cradling her to his surprisingly firm and muscular chest. “I got you, sweetheart.” If she wasn’t so busy reeling from the hit and sputtering from the water coming out of her sinuses, his warm, rumbling voice as he brushed his lips over her temple would have definitely done the job. “I gotchu, darlin’. Are you okay?”

“I think so?” Echo took a second to compose herself after he set her on her feet with his arm protectively around her waist, scrubbing a hand down her face to deal with the water and unfortunately blood coming from sore spots on the bridge of her nose and her chin. When she looked up from her bloody hand, she wondered exactly how hard she’d been hit in the head, because in front of her was the concerned face of the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, looking her over like she was the most delicate bone china and he’d just yeeted it off the dining room table. He cupped her jaw in his hand, thumb gently brushing over her cheekbone, it was familiar and more than a little terrifying. Who the hell was this guy and why the hell was he touching her? 

At her tiny, horrified squeak, his blue eyes widened, looking over his shoulder at his friend, Hotness 2, who had a cell phone pressed to his ear. “This is your fault, ya jerk. You plannin’ on helpin’ or what?” 

The grey-eyed Adonis with the long dark hair held up a strangely metal-looking finger and spoke tersely into the phone before hanging up and coming over to them with a disgruntled look on his face for his friend. “Medics inbound. Settle down, Stevie.” The moment those steel-blue eyes turned on her, though, it could have been the sole cause of global warming because damn, if she didn’t melt a little on the spot from their tenderness. “I am so sorry, dollface. I didn’t see you. Are you okay?” 

When he reached for her face to examine her bloody chin, she recoiled out of reflex, not fear, but unfortunately that was the moment that everything went to shit for the second time in ten minutes. 

“NYPD! Step away from her!” Flack had his gun out and his badge around his neck, with Danny doing the same as he cautiously approached her with the rest of the heavily armed, sweaty contingent. Apparently Tall, Dark, and Yummy wasn’t moving fast enough because then Donnie barked, “Now, asshole! Move away from her or I’ll shoot.” 

Both hands up and out to the side, 2 stepped back, eyes never leaving the gun trained on him. “You don’t wanna do this, pal.” He seemed amusingly calm, which made about as much sense to her as any of the rest of this, which was none at all. Blondie slowly straightened up further but kept an arm around her waist to hold her up.

The very fact that the man spoke seemed to incense her friend further. “You think I give a fuck about your opinion?” 

“Hey, that’s not necessary…” The man standing with her gave her a reassuring squeeze before stepping over to stand with his friend. 

With them occupied, Danny crept up next to her and moved her off to the side, surrounded by the rest of the guys from Homicide and Evidence. “She’s secure, Flack.” 

“Good.” The detective nodded before turning his attention back to his quarry. “Now what the fuck were you doing feeling up an injured woman? You get off on that?”

Hotness 1 was all calmly defiant righteousness, standing shoulder to shoulder with his buddy. “We called a medic for her, they should be here in a couple minutes. We weren’t looking and didn’t see her on the path until it was too late.” 

“This true, Echo?” Danny asked softly as he gently seated her on a nearby boulder and seemed to be checking her over for more injuries than just her face and her pride.

She went to nod but that rattled her head too much. “Yeah, Messer. I guess. It was just a regular crash. My fault as much as theirs, really. No real harm done.” 

Frowning ferociously, Flack clearly was not content with her answer. “IDs, I want ‘em. Now.” 

Blondie nodded slowly, alarmingly unperturbed about having a .40 caliber pistol pointed at his face. “Front right pocket. You wanna get it or should I?”

“Don’t get us shot, Stevie,” the longhaired man admonished his friend. From his long-suffering expression, this was apparently not the first time this type of thing had happened to either of them. 

Rolling his eyes, Flack held out his hand. “Alright, smartass, wallets now.”

While the Homicide Hottie (as they called him in Dispatch) held court with her two new acquaintances, the ambulance rolled up and the medics  began cleaning her wounds and checking her over as her worried neighbor stood guard over her. The last thing she wanted or needed was stitches and additional facial scars, but it looked like she might not get a choice in the matter. 

“Messer! Get over here!” The note of concern in the detective’s voice had her looking over immediately, only to find all the guns put away and all their postures seemed substantially less aggressive, though no less agitated. 

“Ma’am, could you hold still please?” The female medic with the gentle hands turned her face so she could clean the wounds better. 

She didn’t know if it was the movement or what, but all of a sudden, she was going down, hard. The last thing she remembered was the ground rushing up to meet her. Again.

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Liability ~ Loki Laufeyson

Okay, I don’t really love how this turned out, but the lovely @writing-on-the-wahl gave me so much wonderful feedback that I thought I’d post it anyway ❤️

Summary: Y/N gets the dreaded call and has to visit one of her least favorite places in the whole world.  

Warnings: none?

Words: 2k

Agent McCarter, the agent escorting me through the prison, didn’t make a sound as he walked, but every click of my beautiful green heels echoed through the dimly lit hallways. It felt as if all the high-powered individuals in this building had been so entirely subdued that Agent McCarter and I were the only people left alive. 

I hated this building. And I’d been naïve enough to believe I’d never have to be here again. 

I shivered, holding my purse tighter. Wearing a thin dress in this chilly place was bad enough—wearing green and black with gold jewelry in this building made it obvious who I was here to see. 

Right on cue, we reached a desk. Agent McCarter came to a stop, still holding the very large gun across his chest. “Leave your possessions here.” I blinked at the agent before slowly extending my arm to drop my purse on the desk. The agent didn’t move. “Jewelry too.”

My right hand went to my left wrist where the delicate Asgardian bracelet lay—a gift from my boyfriend for our last anniversary. Gently, I unclasped it, laying it and my necklace on the desk beside my purse. 

“Jacket next.”

Resigned, I slid my arms out of my black blazer, folding it up and setting it down neatly. 

“Now your hair clip.”

I sighed. I wish I could’ve said I’d never been through such thorough security scrutiny, but that would’ve been a lie. After a moment to mourn the bun that I’d redone multiple times to get the right ratio of cute and messy, I pulled the clip holding it together from my head, my hair tumbling down and my scalp prickling a little. Agent McCarter still didn’t move. “You’re not going to make me strip, are you?”

It would’ve been too much to hope for a smile, but Agent McCarter didn’t acknowledge that I’d even spoken. “Take off your glasses.”

“What?” I self-consciously touched them. “ I’ve never had to take them off before.”

Agent McCarter shifted his gun in what was most likely meant to be a threatening gesture, but that wasn’t enough for me to drop it. 

“I didn’t bring my contacts, and unless you want me to walk into a wall, I need my glasses.”

Again, Agent McCarter didn’t acknowledge that he’d heard me for a long moment. Then, he let out a heavy sigh, lifting his hand to his earpiece. “We’re gonna need the hand-held super scanner.” Normally, I might’ve laughed at the term ‘super scanner’, but merriment was far from appropriate and I was far from capable of it. “Please remove your shoes for inspection.”

After getting frisked and being wanded by what looked to be a detector for more than just metal, I was deemed ready to move on. 

My glasses, however, proved to be more difficult. The agent that brought the scanner studied them, turning them every which way. The minutes ticked by. Being detained by this new, bureaucratic procedure was not helpful in taming my anxiety.

“We can’t let the glasses go through,” the super scanner agent finally told Agent McCarter. 

“Then–”

“We will provide glasses for you,” Agent McCarter interrupted. “What is your prescription?” 

My frustration grew. “Are you serious?” I asked them. “They’re glasses. They’re not even actual glass, you know that, right?”

Agent McCarter didn’t say anything, just waiting. I reluctantly gave him the information he was waiting for, and he made me wait for a good five minutes before handing me the approved glasses.

Of course, they fit much too large for my face and continually slipped down my nose as we passed many doors, all with labels on them I didn’t understand and didn’t want to.

Agent McCarter stopped in front of a door labeled “Detainment” and turned to face me once more. “Have you done this before?”

I sighed. “Yes.”

“Good, then I can be quick about this. Do not get within a foot of the prisoner, do not leave anything in the room or take anything from it, and if you say anything suspicious, we will pull you out of there. Do you understand?”

I nodded, throat suddenly tightening.

“Alright, you get ten minutes.” Agent McCarter lifted a hand to his earpiece. “She’s ready.” With a blaring buzz, the door swung open, revealing the figure lounging on one of the two steel prison chairs.

Loki’s head jerked up, and his whole body followed suit.

“Sit down!” Agent McCarter boomed, making me jump. Loki’s mouth formed a snarl as it always did when someone ordered him around. “Sit back in the chair, or you’ll lose your privileges.”

Visiting privileges. 

Loki’s eyes flicked towards me. Ever so slowly, his eyes boring into mine the whole time, he sat back down.

Satisfied, Agent McCarter ushered me inside, and the door closed behind me with a great clang and the softer yet far more foreboding click as the lock fell into place. There was a chair opposite Loki’s at the bare metal table, but unlike last time, I couldn’t bring myself to sit nor could I resent the rule to keep my distance. 

“You came.” Loki’s head tilted sideways, his snarl turning into his signature, charming grin. There was no uncertainty in his tone, as if we were having a completely normal, unmonitored conversation. “I would’ve thought you’d be at the restaurant already.”

“What makes you think I wasn’t at the restaurant?” I asked tiredly. 

“Did you at least get to order an appetizer?”

His question irritated me. “Stop it.” 

“What? I’m not doing anything.” He held up his bound hands for emphasis, but his manic smile didn’t budge. 

I rubbed my face, clinging to every shred of patience I had left. 

Loki let out a shrill wolf whistle, his eyes traveling up and down, taking in my appearance. “You’ve always looked stunning in green.”

The shreds slipped through my fingers. The attempt at flattery was as plain as the nose on his face. I glared at him, pushing the ill-fitting glasses up my nose. “Do you know how embarrassing it is to be at a restaurant, thinking that your boyfriend is stuck in traffic, only to get a call that he’s been arrested?” 

Again.

Loki chuckled, looking down at the floor wearing an expression of sheepishness like a masquerade costume. “Sometimes the opportunities just beg to be taken–”

“No, I don’t accept that,” I barked, making Loki look up, a hint of confusion joining his lunatic smile. “Why? Why are we here?” I gestured around the room. “You just like these four walls so much that you want to live here?”

How could anyone want to be here, chained and collared like an animal? 

“I can break myself out anytime I want,” he said.

“That’s not–” I ran my hands through my hair—a nervous tick I’d picked up from him. “That’s not what I meant, Loki.” How could he know me better than anyone and still not understand? 

“My love, these restraints,” he raised his wrists and gestured towards the collar, “cannot hold me for long.”

“That’s not the point!” I burst out, my voice echoing throughout the bare room. The echoes faded, and into the hollow silence I whispered: “Why is it never enough for you?”

Why am I never enough for you?

Loki smirked. “What can I say, darling? Once a villain, always a–”

“Don’t call me darling.”

The smirk slipped slightly. He narrowed his eyes. “You’re angry.”

“No shit, Sherlock!” It was a good thing I had nothing except my shoes, dress, and glasses, because if I had any possession to spare, I would’ve flung it in his face. 

Loki blinked languidly, surprisingly calm in the face of my anger. “I’m not going to miss date night, my love, it’ll just be a little later than we thought.”

“Oh my–” I buried my face in my hands, fighting the urge to scream. 

“Look at me.”

Shaking my head, I put my back to him. “I…I can’t.”

“Turn around, and look at me.” The evenness of his authoritative tone was infuriating, and I remained where I was, unwilling to give him what he wanted.

“SIT DOWN!” blared the intercom, making me jump. I whirled around in time to see Loki, on his feet, glaring at the dark glass to my right. How many agents were crowded behind the glass to see the infamous Loki Laufeyson and the girl foolish enough to love him? How many of them were laughing during this very private conversation? 

“Sit down, or we will escort Miss Y/L/N from the premises!” 

Loki shut his eyes, his grin looking strained before sinking back into the chair. “I am what I am, darling.” He spread his chained hands as much as he could. “I am the god of mischief. You knew that before we got together.” He leaned back in his chair, looking deceivingly relaxed. “Did you expect me to change?”

“There are laws, Loki!” I snapped. “There is right and wrong!”

 Loki’s beautiful face didn’t shift. “Oh, now you care about morality?”

“I’ve always cared about morality. I just kept making excuses for you because I cared about you.” A muscle in Loki’s jaw ticked. “Loki, you went too far this time.”

My words seemed to delight Loki. “Wasn’t it excellent?” 

I felt like shouting. Screaming. Tearing out my hair. Anything that could possibly make Loki understand how I felt. 

But I knew there was only one thing. 

“What’s our rule?” I asked softly. 

Loki’s face soured, the first time his smile fell. “This doesn’t count.”

“The rule is–”

“No one gets hurt, I know,” Loki finished. “I didn’t break the rule.”

“You murdered a woman!”

He held up a finger. “I did not kill her, she died. There’s a difference.”

“If you’d been getting ready for date night–” I stepped back, wrapping my arms around my torso. “If you’d just–” Sudden tears pricked at my eyes, and I lifted them to the ceiling, refusing to let them fall. 

“Y/N–”

“It hurts,” I whispered without looking at him. “Don’t you see it?” Loki didn’t answer, and I pulled off the glasses to swipe at my eyes. “My boyfriend is a criminal.”

As I put the glasses back on, Loki plastered a smile on his face. “What can I say? You’ve always loved bad boys.”

I let out a long breath. “Not anymore.”

A threatening shadow crossing Loki’s features. “What are you saying?” 

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to keep the emotions at bay. I’d come here to say one thing and one thing only. Yet, being here, standing in front of Loki and the dark glass, the conviction melted away and the words failed me.

All that remained was pure exhaustion.

“Y/N, talk to me,” Loki commanded. I didn’t answer. 

In one smooth motion, Loki pushed the table hard enough, it slid a couple feet off to the side, leaving nothing in between him and I. 

“CALM DOWN!” the intercom yelled, but Loki ignored it. 

“Talk. To. Me.” His voice was quiet, but I knew he was thundering inside. 

I held my arms tighter around myself. Loki had always been scary, but for the first time, I felt the undercurrent of fear that he trafficked in. It stole my words out from under me. 

Loki’s eyes flashed. “Say it,” he growled.

“You’re a liability.” I took a steeling breath. “I can’t love a liability.” 

Pain, biting and exact, crossed his face. “Wait,” he croaked, “Y/N, hold on.” He stretched out his arms towards me as far as he could reach without leaving the chair, but I was too far away. 

“I can’t,” I whispered, turning away from him.

“Come here,” he begged, but I simply looked up into the camera. 

“I’m done with my visit.”

“Y/N–”

The fateful buzz sounded, and the door swung open. I slipped through it without a glance. 

“Y/N!”

“SIT BACK IN YOUR CHAIR, INMATE!” came the yell. 

“Y/N!!” 

The telltale sound of glass shattering reached my ears just before the door slid shut. 

Pushing the glasses back up my nose and blinking back tears, I went back the way I’d come without looking back.

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