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liugeaux · 11 months

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Greatest Songs Ever - Part 19 (Infinite)

The theme this time around is “Infinite”. It doesn’t mean anything specific. It just seems like if something goes on long enough it eventually will have some ridiculous, unobtainable, adjective like Infinite, Forever, or Invincible attached to it. Usually it signifies it's the beginning of the end for artist or project (See Puff Daddy, Kid Rock, Michael Jackson, The Spice Girls, Mariah Carey, Backstreet Boys, Halo...the list goes on). It’s a ridiculous notion, and I find leaning into it kinda funny. In short, it’s a joke for one.

Whatever, let’s get started. I’m not afraid to say this list is as amazing as it is diverse.

2019 “I Think I’m OKAY” - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. YUNGBLUD & Travis Barker)

That’s not a typo, Machine Gun Kelly (MGK) is officially on the list. I have no shame in choosing this song. “I Think I’m OKAY” is a painfully emotional song, that’s introspective, self destructive and it’s MGK’s first honest attempt to a rock music. Most of the emotional heavy lifting is done by the far-more-talented Yungblud, but the fact that MGK clearly doesn’t have the tools necessary to write or perform a track of this caliber and yet he does it anyway, is the most punk thing will he’ll probably ever pull off. The breakdown at the end where the instruments drop out and Yungblud is wailing over MKG “singing” creates an sonic tsunami rarely found outside of a My Chem song.

2002 “Bright Lights” - Matchbox Twenty

Shocked I was, when I realized I had never included a Matchbox Twenty song on the list. I was then, bogged down by the decision of which one to include. M20 hold a precious place in my heart. They are infallible and have nearly 10 tracks worthy of inclusion. Their debut album, Yourself or Someone Like You, was a formative force of nature for me, but most of its tracks have a 90s residue on them that dissuaded me from putting them here. “Bright Lights” from their 3rd album, is arguably their most universally beloved song, with the least baggage. It starts quaint, and builds into a stadium-level anthem and perfectly encapsulates what M20 does best. It’s so straightforward it could be considered bland, but too well crafted for anyone to dare and actually call it that. Side note: It’s also one of my favorite Karaoke songs.

1966 “Paint it Black” - The Rolling Stones

I don’t hate The Rolling Stones, but in a Stones vs. Beatles world, I very much fall on the side of The Beatles. Most of their most popular songs are SO popular they’ve lost all meaning. They make for amazing needle drops in film and in a lot of ways their library is a paragon of human creativity. Sadly, because of this, it’s hard to take them that seriously. The only exception I’ve found is “Paint it Black”. It doesn’t have the universal plug and play nature of a track like “Gimme Shelter” or “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction” but it has a groove and haunt to it that routinely tricks me into forgetting it’s a Stones song. From the rolling bass line to the twangy sitar, “Paint it Black” still makes for a perfect needle drop, but unlike its brethren in the Stones’ catalogue, the tone and situation has to be perfect.

2016 “Dancin’ On My Own” - Calum Scott

This song hit me across the face this year. I heard the Calum Scott version of “Dancing’ on My Own” and knew I knew it from somewhere. I immediately dove into the internet and found the original Robyn song. It was the version I was initially familiar with. The original was a somewhat obnoxious British dance track that gets annoying rather quickly. Scott, who apparently performed a stripped down version of the song on his YouTube Channel and subsequently on Britain’s Got Talent, breathed a life into Robyn’s words I had never heard before. Instead of being a matter-of-fact “I’m supposed to be sad now” pop song, it morphed into an analog for every lonely encounter ever experienced. There’s a warm humanity to Scott’s delivery and passion. If you’ve ever felt invisible or left out or brokenhearted, Calum Scott’s “Dancing on My Own” is engineered to squeeze tears from your ducts.

2020 “Physical” - Dua Lipa

Lipa is the highest quality pop princess we have right now an I don’t know if it’s even close. Don’t @ me Swifties, Taylor is her own category. I feel like Future Nostalgia will age like Fleetwood Mac’s Rumors, Carol King’s Tapestry or Madonna’s Like a Prayer. It was VERY hard to select a track off the album (other songs might actually make a later list), but for now, “Physical” is at bat. It’s aggressively sexy, oozes sleek production, and rides its bassline all the way to the bank. Being unapologetically “about sex” isn’t a new thing, but “Physical” carries itself like the a celebration of sex as an artform, or dance between partners. Lipa likely doesn’t know this, but with “Physical” she might have written sex’s national anthem.

1971 “Danny’s Song” - Loggins & Messina

“Danny’s Song” sounds like a song written and performed by a dude who lives in a house on the side of a hill that he built with his own hands. And while that itself is a feat, it means nothing without a family to put in it. Not quite country, not quite rock, and pretty folky, “Danny’s Song” fits in that nebulous category of “Singer-songwriter” that shouldn’t count as a genre. To think this song was written by the same dude that wrote “Footloose” is 1000% bonkers. It makes my insides smile and I don’t know why, but it reminds me of childhood. I don’t, however, remember either of my parents being into this type of music. Maybe an extended family member can explain it. *shrugs*

1998 “Still Not a Player” - Big Pun feat. Joe

An odd Mash-up years before they really hit the mainstream “Still Not a Player”, as silly as it is, was ahead of its time in a few ways. As a combination of Joe’s “Don’t Wanna Be A Player” and Big Pun’s “I’m Not a Player”, this track took two already established hits and made an arguably better song, that went on to become a 3rd and possibly bigger hit. Other artists found success with Mash-ups in the early 00′s, but in 1998 it was quite a novel idea. Also, Big Pun didn’t invent the idea of the feat., but this track helped establish the R&B Singer/Rapper collab that has dominated the last 20 years of pop-music. Rapper’s handing off the hook to an already popular singer is a short-cut to a hit song. We’ve seen Eminem, Jay-Z, Kanye, and even Nicki Minaj use it with great success. “Still Not a Player” by itself fits together nicely and paints a vivid picture of what late 90′s hip-hop was good at, getting you moving.

1957 "Walkin’ After Midnight” - Patsy Cline

I don’t know too much about “Walkin’ After Midnight” but I know it feels like a song that was never meant to be recorded. In my mind, I hear “...and now, the lovely Patsy Cline” from the speakers of a honky-tonk, everytime I listen to the track. Cline then gracefully walks to the mic, performs the song to a crowd watching her sing like she was on Ed Sullivan. No frills, no crescendo, just a velvety voice, a walking bassline, a steel guitar and a timeless chorus. The song moves as fast as its listeners, and no one is in a hurry.

1982 “Somebody’s Baby” - Jackson Browne

I would seriously like to know if Jackson Browne was ever considered “cool”. He’s wearing that leather jacket like he’s 1982′s The Fonz, but I’m just not buying it. “Somebody’s Baby” has old-man “Jessie’s Girl” vibes, but a quick Google search reveals that “Jessie’s Girl” is the old-man “Jessie’s Girl” of “Jessie’s Girl”-like tracks. I mean Rick Springfeild was 31 when it was released, THIRTY ONE! Note to self - add “Jessie’s Girl” to a future list. “Somebody’s Baby” also has “song playing between innings at a baseball game” energy. It has no business being this good, and no business being this fun. Why does the bass player go completely off script and throw in a couple funky slap-bass notes out of nowhere? I don’t understand this song at all, but ever since I chose it for this list, I can’t stop re-playing it. What have I done?

2003 “Everytime” - Britney Spears

Likely not a popular choice in the Spears catalog, “Everytime” has an origin mired in tabloid relationship non-sense. I’m not trying to diminish someone’s heartbreak, but to have two artists openly writing about a failed relationship, and then both of the songs become huge hits is peak tabloid theater. Removing the context and looking at the song alone, Spears and Annet Artani crafted an understated introspective anthem of sorrow. The music box instrumentation is something unseen in pop music at the time, and best of all Spears’ vocal ... um ... deficiencies are hidden behind her breathy delivery. It’s an emotional song that can sneak up on you if you’re already in a vulnerable state. Spears’ musical legacy will likely go down as checkered, but “Everytime” stands as evidence that she belongs in the annals of music history.

Next time around GSE turns 20, kinda. I’ve got something special planned, and it might take awhile to flesh it all out, or it might come together super quickly, who knows? It’ll have backstory, the promised playlist, 10 more tracks, and even some stats. I hope you come back to check out all the ridiculousness.

Cheers!

#britney spears #jackson browne #big pun #joe #patsy cline #loggins and messina #dua lipa #calum scott #MGK #machine gun kelly #yungblud #matchbox twenty #matchbox 20 #the rolling stones

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princeofgod-2021 · 2 years

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LIGHT OF LIFE 234

John 1:4

SATAN’S STRUCTURE 41: MONEY AND FINANCE 5

Mat 6:24 “YOU CAN’T WORSHIP TWO gods AT ONCE. Loving one god, you'll end up hating the other. Adoration of one feeds contempt for the other. YOU CAN’T WORSHIP GOD AND MONEY BOTH”. MSG

Satan also knows he can alter people’s callings in life just for the sake of making money.

He redefines what he wants them to do with their lives and they commonly have no choice but to comply.

Luk 15:15-16 SO HE WENT AND WORKED FOR ONE OF THE CITIZENS OF THAT COUNTRY, WHO SENT HIM TO HIS FIELDS TO FEED PIGS. He was longing to eat the carob pods the pigs were eating, but NO ONE GAVE HIM ANYTHING. NET

I hope you know: if you’ve walked yourself out of God’s purpose, Satan can control the favours that come to you: he decides who helps you or not and makes sure you only get what he plans for you.

Many Christians have short-changed their destinies and given up their identities and mandates for life just to get money for living in pleasure.

Let’s consider a practical analogy with this same verse:

Jas 4:13 Listen, those of you who are boasting, “TODAY OR TOMORROW WE’LL GO TO ANOTHER CITY AND SPEND SOME TIME AND GO INTO BUSINESS AND MAKE HEAPS OF PROFIT!” TPT

Many, even Christians, because of the poor economy, have left Nigeria, just to earn the Dollar and live better, but they soon abandon their real Talents and do anything just to make the money.

You’d see good accountants cum evangelists [by spiritual calling] end up in morgues washing dead bodies just to get by and make the Dollar.

That is Satan re-arranging their destinies for shame.

Gen 49:14-15 "Issachar is NO BETTER THAN A DONKEY That lies stretched out between its saddlebags. BUT HE SEES THAT THE RESTING PLACE IS GOOD AND THAT THE LAND IS DELIGHTFUL. SO HE BENDS HIS BACK TO CARRY THE LOAD AND IS FORCED TO WORK AS A SLAVE. GNB

Beloved, we’re better than Donkeys and shouldn’t submit to slavery because the Dollar is good.

If you deny your calling to make money, you [spiritually] benefit no soul, you only slave for the money.

There are many appointments in life that are Satan-inspired and he would readily keep many there for life, except they “come to their senses” like the Prodigal son (Lk 15:17) and return home.

Gen 49:15 WHEN HE SEES THAT HIS RESTING PLACE IS GOOD AND THAT THE LAND IS PLEASANT, he will BEND HIS BACK TO THE BURDEN and will BECOME A SLAVE LABORER. GW

The problem is “when” YOU SEE that enjoyment “boku well, well”.

You are making over 500K now if you convert your Dollar into Naira; you have a house to yourself and 24/7 Electric Power. Wow!

All problems you see in Nigeria is not there. You want to stay there forever and even bring as many as you can over.

I guess you don’t know that even in king’s houses, there are purchased slaves also.

Exo 21:5 But if the servant should declare, ‘I LOVE MY MASTER, MY WIFE, AND MY CHILDREN; I WILL NOT GO OUT FREE,’ then his master must bring him to the judges, and he will bring him to the door or the doorpost, and HIS MASTER WILL PIERCE HIS EAR WITH AN AWL, AND HE SHALL SERVE HIM FOREVER. NET

We know that the African Americans today were slaves before, being kidnapped and forced into labour on various “white” farms.

Most of those ones fought all their lives to attain freedom today.

Many are now [indirectly] signing off their destinies to slavery because they “love their masters”.

Satan can allow some Christians to enjoy life, as long as they are serving his own purpose and will.

2Ki 8:1-2 Elisha told the woman whose son he had brought back to life, "The LORD has warned that there will be no food here for seven years. TAKE YOUR FAMILY AND GO LIVE SOMEWHERE ELSE FOR A WHILE." THE WOMAN DID EXACTLY WHAT ELISHA HAD SAID AND WENT TO LIVE IN PHILISTINE TERRITORY. SHE AND HER FAMILY LIVED THERE SEVEN YEARS. CEV

Yes, God can actually permit you to travel out where there are difficulties and He doesn’t want you to suffer.

The woman had served Elisha well and God was giving her that benefit. But she was only away for 7 years and returned to claim her portion back after the drought.

2Ki 8:5-6 While Gehazi was telling the king how Elisha brought a dead child back to life, the MOTHER CAME TO MAKE AN APPEAL TO THE KING ABOUT HER HOUSE AND LAND. Gehazi said, "Your Majesty, this is the woman, and this is her son whom Elisha brought back to life." When the king asked the woman about this, she told him the story. SO THE KING ASSIGNED TO HER AN ATTENDANT TO WHOM HE SAID, "RESTORE ALL THAT IS HERS, INCLUDING WHATEVER HER PROPERTY PRODUCED FROM THE DAY SHE LEFT THE COUNTRY UNTIL NOW." GW

God had prepared favour ahead for her and her case was already being discussed before she came. She got everything, even a land that was stricken with famine produced for her in absentia.

But many today go for “better money” deride and condemn Nigeria, and confidently declare that they are not coming back.

Worst case, they never fully are concerned about the gospel over there.

Psa 137:4-6 How may we give the Lord's song in a strange land? IF I KEEP NOT YOUR MEMORY, O JERUSALEM, LET NOT MY RIGHT HAND KEEP THE MEMORY OF ITS ART. If I let you go out of my thoughts, and if I do not put Jerusalem before my greatest joy, LET MY TONGUE BE FIXED TO THE ROOF OF MY MOUTH. BBE

Truth is, if you leave your country without divine assignment, you will forfeit your real Talent in substitution for slavery appointments, and you’ll lose your “voice” of authority over your life. Period!

As I pray that God will preserve us all from slavery to Satan’s control through money, I still challenge you to ask yourself bro/sis: Are you living for money and pleasure or is Money serving your purpose?

Come back on Friday for more digging into this intriguing subtopic.

Keep Shinning!

Brother Prince

Wednesday, August 10, 2022

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himbo-beel · 3 years

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A hc request where MC is talking to the brothers and see that their eyes are dilated really big (when humans see something they love their pupils dilate rlly big) I would want to see how the brother would react to MC calling them out about lol thanks <3

So I messed up this prompt a little bit! So instead of MC getting called out for having dialted eyes, it’s the brothers calling MC out. Followed by a smaller bit about MC seeing the boys with wide eyes.

Sorry!! But I didn’t want to delete the thing!!!

Lucifer:

Why is MC looking at him like that? He can’t tell if MC’s eyes were always so round but it’s a bit...off-putting

He can’t remember so he doesn’t bother thinking much of it until he spots them in the halls. They’re eyes are different, the pupils smaller, and he calls them over with some vague word about student council work

MC comes up and within the few seconds it takes for them to stand in front of him he’s sure that they’re pupils have changed.

He swears if anyone put some kind of spell on MC he was going to find out who and when he does-

MC asks what’s wrong and Lucifer frustratedly asks them why they haven’t mentioned this eye problem before

Eye problem? What eye problem?

Cue MC going red as a beet when Lucifer says they’re pupils go wide when they’re around him.

Demands to know what’s wrong

His pride puffs up when MC tells him it’s a thing humans do when they see something attractive

BONUS:

MC is helping Lucifer with his paperwork and Lucifer keeps looking up at them from time to time because looking away from all the forms gives his eyes a chance to rest and if there’s anything he wants to look at after all the jargon it’s MC’s face

Their eyes meet one time and MC cocks their head before their brows raise

Asks Lucifer what he’s looking at to make him so excited and, being clueless, tells them that he’s looking at them

Cue MC going even redder

Mammon:

MC’s eyes have always been wide around him - as they should! He’s the Great Mammon and all attention should be on him!

He thinks it’s just how MC looks, until he’s working on a group project with them and some other demons from their classes

He can’t stop taking little peeks at MC and one time he does he sees them looking at the other demons and their eyes have changed

It honestly freaks him out a little bit! He didn’t know they could change!

His panic catches their attention and as they turn their head Mammon watches their pupils widen and that freaks him out even more!

The assignment they’re all working on gets turned into a human biology lesson as MC explains that their pupils dilate when they see something they love

Mammon’s mouth is open, face red, a little sweaty as MC talks

MC loves him???? All this time??

He loved their eyes before but knowing now why they’re so wide makes him love them even more!!!

BONUS:

It’s the same vice versa - MC thought Mammon’s eyes were always big and round, which is a shame really because they love the little golden flecks in his eyes

He’s distracted one time and MC goes in for a closer look and when Mammon finally notices them his face goes red and his pupils go wide

MC’s eyes widen too and offhandedly asks if Mammon likes what he sees

Mammon goes even redder, if that’s possible

Leviathan:

His eyes are always blown wide because he’s always sitting in the dark of his room

Thinks the same thing is happening for MC whenever he invites them over for games or anime and doesn’t think much more of it

But one of the few times that he comes out of his room to play games with his brothers and MC is there and something looks....different.

It’s bothering him to no end the entire time and he keeps making little mistakes in his games that eventually cause him to lose

He blames MC for it and his brothers start to defend them until MC asks what’s wrong

And there it is - the big wide eyes!

It’s almost a relief to finally figure out what was wrong and Levi can’t help but blurt out that that was what had been bothering him

Cue MC blushing so hard

Now everyone is asking to see their eyes and they have to hide their face

Tells Levi later that it means they saw something they like

It’s Levi’s turn to hide his face

BONUS:

MC honestly thinks that it’s some kind of health issue for Levi’s eyes to be so round

They’re red, too, and dry from all the screen time and from being so up close to it

He rejects their offer to help because Levi knows he likes them and doesn’t want them to find out, but MC is starting to figure it out

MC doesn’t want to embarrass him further so they don’t say anything but they are definitely reassured that Levi likes them since they like him back

Asmodeus:

He knows. Oh he definitely knows

He doesn’t know if MC knows what they’re doing but he won’t tell them

He kind likes the idea that MC enjoys looking at him so much and he switches up his looks - doing his hair a little different, wearing a new shirt, adding a different scent to his profile - to see what gets their eyes the widest the fastest

And then one day there’s an argument about who MC likes the most - which happens often. So often to the point if gives Asmo a headache

Eventually he can’t take it anymore and tells them that obviously MC loves him the most. Their pupils are always so wide whenever he’s around! It’s the only proof he needs!

Everyone is confused and Asmo has to explain it to them

MC walks in a few minutes later and the confusion increases when all the brothers are suddenly rushing up to MC to see their eyes

BONUS:

MC is very surprised to see Asmo’s pupils go wide when they come down the stairs one morning

They’d never paid much attention - they know that as the Avatar of Lust that he has some standards and MC never thought they’d reach any of them

They can’t help but to stare...and stare....and stare

Asmo flings a casual flirt their way and MC has to wonder how much of it is just his usual talk and how much he actually means it

Satan:

Also knows what’s going on when he sees MC’s pupils go wide when their looking at him, and while he takes some pride in it, he’s not indulging in it as much as Asmo is

He actually takes a lot of comfort and relief in knowing that MC likes him so much that their attraction is nearly unconscious

He’s not as fashionable as Asmo or as close to MC as Mammon but it gives him a confidence boost

He’s always asking MC if they want to read with him or go out to a cafe with him so he can revel in their eyes a little bit more

Satan hadn’t meant to tell them but it slipped out one day when he casually mentioned that he liked their eyes

Stammers a bit through the explanation that their pupils are wide when they look at him and he knows that to mean they like him

Embarrassed MC can only nod but Satan only reassures them that they look just like a cat, which only embarrasses them further

BONUS:

Satan is always talking about how much he likes cats and MC thinks he might be one

He’s so willing to just lay by a window and quietly read, quiet and relaxed and content but always a moment from unsheathing his claws

The way his eyes go wide when he spots them only furthers the analogy and MC can’t help but laugh

Satan doesn’t mind being compared to a cat and also doesn’t mind that his affection for MC is displayed outwardly like this. Now everyone can know that he likes them

Beelzebub:

He thought it was some kind of human illness when he started noticing

Did it hurt? It looked uncomfortable for MC’s pupils to suddenly go so wide. He went to Satan who said that pupils react to light so Beel started keeping the lights a little brighter whenever he invited MC over for movies or helping him work out

It makes MC a little confused, too, and asks if Beel added new lights to his room

When Beel says it’s to help them see better since he was told it meant you had a hard time seeing, MC can’t speak for a minute

MC is touched that Beel was trying to help, amused that that’s what he thought was happening, and embarrassed that he was about to find out what was really going on

Their face gets redder when Beel puts a hand on their forehead asking if they were sick

MC explains that, yes, human pupils do expand to take in more light when it’s dark, but it’s also an unconscious thing they do when they see something they like

Beel wonders what it is that they like - maybe all of Belphie’s blankets? They are very soft after all - before it clicks that it’s him

BONUS:

It takes a while for MC to notice because Beel is just so...tall

They have to keep looking up at him and it’s hard to see his eyes unless he’s looking down at them

And usually when he does so it’s because he’s looking at what they’re cooking

It’s definitely not unusual for Beel’s eyes to be so focused on food, but what is, is when he turns those same focused, wide eyes onto MC

They nearly drop what they’re doing when they see his pupils blown open and they go even wider when he asks if they’re okay

Of course Beel likes MC, he says, when they ask him - they make him food without asking and never shame him for his eating habits, and they’re always patient with him!

Belphegor:

He’s pretty sure that human eyes get wide when it’s dark, and the attic is always dark when he and MC are in there since they’re always napping up there

As long as there’s enough light up there that MC doesn’t trip on their way to the bathroom and he has to get up to help then he doesn’t care

Doesn’t really seem too confused that they’re still wide when they’re eating in the brightly lit kitchens - maybe MC is just still sleepy

He invites them for another nap and it’s in that comfy sleepy state that he asks why their pupils are always so wide

Doesn’t it hurt or something to see like that?

MC is glad that it’s pretty dim in the attic so he can’t see them blushing. Tells them that it’s something like that

BONUS:

Belphegor finally finds out what the wide pupils mean when MC starts teasing him about it

He gets a little annoyed when they keep asking him if he likes them

Of course he does - MC is a great body pillow to cuddle into when he’s sleeping

But MC explains that human pupils go wide like that when they see something attractive

Belphie turns around immediately and asks what MC finds so attractive about him then and he won’t take ‘I don’t know’ for an answer!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #me thinks

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subnea · 3 years

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Part two. How my husband found me…

For those that didn’t read part one, I used an analogy about feeling like a dark empty house emotionally and sexually. I love analogies, they help me break down complicated feelings, and I’m able to visualize and process things easier.

So there I was, lost in my dark empty house, but for the first time in a long time the porch light was on. I could see my husband at the door waiting to find me. I went to greet him, and we quickly started fucking. He inched me through the front door and slapped me playfully as a test. I pulled him in closer kissing him. He was in the house and ready to find me. He grabbed and slapped my tits, then stretched and tortured my nipples. He loves playing with them, and I was a good girl and took the abuse embracing my role as his play thing. He suddenly hit me harder across the face. I gasped, but he struck me almost immediately again. “Say thank you…” he reminded me. “Thank you” I quickly repeated to him through gasps of pain… he hit me harder… “thank you” remembering my manners… harder again “thank you” my face was so sore but he kept going. “Each time I hit you, you get wetter, did you know that?” He pointed out. I just mumbled “yes” back to him. I realized I’d handed him the key to the first room. He now had full access to my masochist room.

“When did you last cum” he asked. “I can’t remember, a long time ago” I replied. It had been about three months, not because of any kinky denial, but because of a lack of desire on my part. “I don’t really care, you know that?” He stated. “I know”, inside I was a little hurt, I wanted to want to cum, I wanted to feel that desire again… I held onto the key for that door a little tighter. “All that matters, is that your holes are available for me to dump my cum in, that’s all you’re useful for”. He was hitting a nerve, what about my pleasure I thought.

Bored, he left me in that room and started knocking at another door. I peeked around the corner to see what he was doing. “You’re getting desperate aren’t you slut?” I couldn’t help myself, like a lost puppy I followed down the hall. “Show me what a pathetic whore you are” oh no, it’s the humiliation room. I couldn’t stop myself and started humping his cock trying to feel him deeper in me. “Good girl, you’re such a needy bitch.” “I want to cum” I blurted out. “No you don’t” he replied. “I don’t?” I asked. “No you just want me to cum remember?” He had baited me and meanwhile I’d left the door wide open to the denial room. He was right though. Even through the last few months, I always tried to make sure he was satisfied, libido or not. I was here to serve him.

“This is how you are meant to be… desperate and dripping, ready for me to use… just three holes for my cock.” He told me. “Mmm, I miss being your toy, it’s what I was made for” I replied. “And if I don’t like your hole, I’ll find another won’t I?” Oh no, I’m not ready for this I was thinking. I’m not a cuckquean any more. You can’t have this key, the room is getting remodeled into something else, I thought. Unaware of my internal struggle, he continued… “You’re my plan B, always a needy hole when I have no tighter, hotter, younger choice”, he was fucking me but he seemed to be somewhere else, “no, no, no” I said in a tiny voice. I want to be his only, I thought. Come back to me, who is he thinking of? And almost like he read my mind, he listed the names of his exes and everything he loved and missed about their bodies. I started sobbing, I’m still not sure if he knew I was crying. Inside I was curled up clutching the key to that room. I didn’t want to give it up, but somehow he’s in here anyway invading the room. I wouldn’t open my eyes, I didn’t want to see. “I’d take anyone over you right now, you know that?” I could only whisper a pleading “no”. “No?” He asked in fake confusion, knowing he already had me. “But you’re dripping wet” he slowly thrust his cock in me as if to illustrate his point. Fuck… my thoughts went silent and my emotions calm. I realized how wet and turned on I was. “Your cunt is telling me you want it.” I lay still for for a few moments. He felt so good. I embraced the shame, humiliation, my insecurities. My mind finally quiet, my cunt throbbing. I finally let go of the key, “yes” I replied, still a little uncertain. “You want me to spoil someone else” he told me, “yes” I replied, this time more certain. “You want her to cum on my cock while you’re denied” … “Yes!”. “You want to suck her cum off my cock and lick my cum out of her pussy” … yes yes yes!

I opened my eyes, he hadn’t touched the key, he didn’t need it, he’d already taken up residence in that room, pictures of his ladies are all over my walls, as he sits on a chair in the middle of the room. He never needed my silly keys, he just loaned me some spare ones while I was healing. He owns the house that is me. He changes me as he sees fit, sometimes as subtlety as planting a seed that he grows and nurtures into a houseplant. Other times he brutally knocks down walls to make me more pleasing to him. He diligently performs all the care and maintenance to keep me safe and sound. He is my owner and I am his property.

#queansdiary

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salcreus · 3 years

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The power of sunsets: And why the night is no longer scary

Yes I promise this is about hermitcraft SPOILERS FOR BDUB’S FINAL EPISODE Here’s your pre-warning that English is Not my first language, and to take everything that I say with a grain of salt. Just having fun over 5 seconds of video, that’s all <3

Have you ever looked at a sunset? Felt the warmth of the sunlight rays touching you? Maybe you were with friends, laughing away at an awful joke that still got you right in your ribcage, or maybe you were alone, contemplating why you, and only you, were allowed to witness such a sight. Maybe, and just maybe, you didn’t even pay much attention to it, just letting the newfound heat greet you for a short while as you went on your merry way, continuing on whatever your mind was guiding you towards.

Yet it was still there. There for you, every day, every step of the way, whether you like it or not. And, as beautiful as it is, it’s also a cruel mistress, always warning you of the time running out, letting you know with a kind, warm heart that today’s chapter was closing by, to get ready for the tomorrow that was to come.

Of course I, as the hopelessly dramatic person that I am, always liked to place that short analogy onto the sleeping beauty that is Bdubs, as a way of plastering this idea of, - and I’m shortening this for the sake of both your time and mine -, “Oh, he does not like the night, nor the sunset, not because the mobs terrify him (though that can play a part, we are all human after all), but yes because it’s a black flag warning him that time is always moving on, and that sooner than later, he will have to accept that things end, that things are not in this perfect, always sunny without clouds world, but yes in this painting with many shades and tones.” As funny and somewhat endearing as that idea was, it is merely fiction that I thought about, coming from a Minecraft server of all things- Cute, but that’s where it would stand for the rest of time.

Queue his last episode.

Dang, that got me.

It’s not that it was the shiniest or most eye-catching of endings, in fact, it’s just another Bdub’s episode- You do some building, some jokes yada yada episode ends- The only difference is that this time is the final one of the season. Just that.

Yet…. Yet I can’t shake off that feeling of the final sunset. I almost wished it continued, instead of his outro, just due to the pure feeling that I couldn’t really grasp (or even dare to explain) at that moment. Though, if I really had to try and spit out something from a more logical standpoint, it’s most likely due to the whole process of seeing the evolution and achievements that he went through, while also hearing the struggles of perfectionism, of quality vs quantity that I won’t dare to quote on this short text, of this overall sense of joy mixed with self-reflection of a man that has done so much, but that he feels to be so little. Which is a shame, because Bdubs is one of the most hardworking content creators in my personal, subjective opinion, and shouldn’t have to worry about these silly numbers next to the pictures of his buildings, but I also understand where he is coming from and his reasoning behind it. That little context warms up the stage for this spectacle of light because you see this tiny very tall man, and his adventures, and all the laughs and shenanigans that he has gone through, and hardships, and plotlines, and- And you, yes you, the viewer behind the screen, see his journey, a journey that is held by a pack of personality/talent, scattered through all of these episodes. . . And you see him rest. No night, no darkness, no sunset, only the Today, and only the bright blue sky telling you that everything is going to be okay. Such a marking part of his videos, that by default is an expected truth by this point, not to be broken or refuted. But not this time! It's Adam and Eve biting the forbidden apple but freaking- Minecraft version (Can you tell that I've given up being poetic and I'm falling on a more humorous type of writing) It's defying everything that we expected of him, of this persona that he chooses to showcase, finally allowing the sunset to take over, because why wouldn’t he? It’s the ending of an era, the final chapter of the book that you have been reading for oh so long, though it’s also the realization that it’s completely fine to let things go, it’s not something that should be feared, but yes something that should be embraced-

So who cares if a few phantoms show up- let them be, they can only fly so much before the sunrise smiles at you and you go back to the old fairytale lulling you into safety. And who cares if the things that you always plan oh so perfectly don’t work out, that’s what life is all about, failing, getting up, trying again, and having fun. It’s okay to let things go. To let them rest. To let them embrace, tightly or not, but always present. Always loving you.

Or it could be that it was just too pretty of a sunset bathing a too pretty of a city to let it slide.

#Update i did not do my homework #gah ill just wake up early tomorrow haha its okay #Wynnie I saw u in the notes mwah ur v sweet I hand u this text #salty rambles #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #bdouble0 #hermitcraft #mcyt #hc #you can tell when i went to take a break to see etho's pov on 3rd life hfnsdhfn #im not proof reading this im tired <3 #I wanted to point out the contrast between scar loving the night and bdubs focusing on the day and how their interactions and friendship #fit like a well made puzzle #also how the symbiosis of his buildings always shining their brightest by day which is a detail that I find to be hilarious #but i honestly cannot be bothered so you get that extra bit on the tags hsghdg #heart heart if you read this far ily to bits

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whumpiary · 3 years

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content warning: strong dubcon vibes, implied future noncon, abuse of power, alcohol use

It wasn’t often Christopher chose Cassius to accompany him to a party like this one. Champagne on trays and chandeliers from the ceiling. Men in nice suits, women in gowns.

Usually, when Christopher wanted Cass at an occasion, it was a private one. Weekends to the cabin. Trips out on the yacht. That sort of thing. Particular affairs.

Public events were usually the role of one of the other charges. Harley or Nicky or Jackson or Len. One of the bright young thing types that exemplified the kindness and generosity of a wealthy benefactor like Christopher Bergen. Which was… decidedly not the sort of bright young thing that Cassius was. Or that Christopher wanted him to be, most days of the week.

But it’s a particular kind of people, at a party like this. A particular mix of friends and colleagues. Ones who found Cass’ occasional salacious comments charming instead of vaguely scandalous. That didn’t mind so much when Christopher’s hand slid from his charge’s shoulder to his waist halfway through the night. When a fond look turned into a fond kiss.

The first couple of hours had been vaguely torturous, Cass listening again and again too the discordant pulse of for the love of God leave me alone paired with, “Paul. Lovely to see you, how’s that daughter of yours?”

Cass knows his role. Be pretty. Be beguiling. Be distraction or attraction, depending on the opponent. Be a reason to extend conversation as readily as a reason to cut conversation short.

Some things you paid for with money. Other things you paid for with attendance. And Cassius was here to make the slog of it less painful.

In the corner now, though, no one bothers them. In the corner now, they’re playing a game. One of Christopher’s favourites. One that Cass is getting better at.

“So what does he want?” Christopher says, nodding his head to a man by the fireplace in a grey check suit. He’s listening intently to another man talk, red wine in his hand.

Cass hums, reaching out. Tasting. Assessing. It’s always kinda interesting, feeling out other people’s desires. Particularly new people. He shrugs. “He wants to leave. But he wants that other guy to like him more.”

Christopher’s hand traces idle circles into the back of Cassius’ shoulder. Drifts lower and across his spine as Cass leans forward, “I would too, that’s Carl Egerton. Do you know him?”

“No.”

“Remind me to introduce you. He’s good for reputations. Has a ridiculous amount of sway in the media.”

Cassius thinks about asking why he of all people would need to know someone good for reputations. But he tucks the thought away before it can escape and make things... complicated. Christopher’s been saying more and more things like that recently. And Cassius mostly just does his best to ignore them.

Christopher inclines his head again, “And what about him, across the way, what does he want?”

A younger man in a deep blue shirt talking to a woman in a tight red dress. Hard to tell from here if the dress was sequinned or just simmering. It’s pretty, either way. She’s pretty. The man talking to her has noticed too.

Cass wrinkles his nose up, “Wants her. In a thirsty kinda way too. It’s gross.”

“And does she want him?”

“Not really,” Cass shrugs. “She might go for him but mostly she just wants food. She’s hungry.”

“In that dress no wonder,” Christopher comments, eyes dropping.

Cassius watches the woman’s bangles shift on her arm as she raises a hand to tuck dark hair behind her ear. He can’t hear them clink together from here but he can almost feel the cool weight of them, like shackles, on his own wrist.

“What does that feel like to you?” Christopher muses, after a moment, head tilting as he looks at the woman. “I’ve always wondered. When someone else wants food, or gets hungry. Does that make you hungry too?”

Cassius hums and semi-shrugs. “Not really. Doesn’t work like that,” he says. It doesn’t not work like that either. But it’s different. “It’s more like… a tug.”

“A tug?” Christopher says playfully, dragging his boy fractionally closer with a tug to his waistband. Cassius shoots him a look and snorts a laugh, swatting his hand away.

“No, not like that. It’s more like…” Cass trails off with a sigh. He reaches his hand out to play with Christopher’s lax fingers, with the gold and black signet ring he wears on his index finger. “Like the difference between hearing a song and having one caught in your head.”

Christopher hums and turns his hand up as Cassius’ fingertips trace the line of his palm. “What an interesting analogy.”

They keep going like that, through different people around the room, chatting in between. At some point, Christopher’s hand finds its way to his lower back, sneaking under the hem of his shirt there, delighting in the thrill and heat of hidden skin against skin.

“Him?”

“Attention. He’s hoping they find him funny:”

“Those two?”

“For him to stop speaking.”

Christopher keeps getting distracted from his own game part way through, stopping instead to tuck a lock of hair behind Cassius’ ear or smooth out the collar of his shirt with hands that linger.

“What about them?”

“Mm… too far away. It’s muddy.”

“Interesting.”

Cass lolls his head back to rest against the back of the couch, head resting on Christopher’s outstretched arm.

He’s had just enough champagne that his head feels light and lovely, limbs loose, cheeks warm. Booze softens the edges. But it makes everything more dangerous too. Makes the pulse and twist of wants around him louder and more tangible. And at the same time, muddier. Harder to predict.

He soothes himself with the weight of Christopher’s hand trailing up his thigh. With the feeling of Christopher’s beard brushing his cheek as the man whispers in his ear. With what’s being whispered. With the low, thrumming wants that are slowly curling into needs.

He skims the room as Christopher amuses himself. Across a waiter handing out a tray of miniature desserts, across the woman in the red dress from earlier, across a man with a face nearly the same shade who keeps glancing at them. Cass huffs a laugh, tilting his head to the side to get a better look and earns a kiss to the length of his neck. He hadn’t intended it as an invite but Christopher hums happily and it works.

“That man wants to talk to you,” Cassius murmurs, nodding in the direction of the red-faced man, who was trying determinedly now not to look directly at them, hand fidgeting in his pocket.

Christopher pulls back, following Cassius’ gaze, only to all but rolls his eyes when they land.

“What a shame for him that I am so thoroughly occupied,” he murmurs, turning back. Cass laughs the same way liquor fills a glass.

“Who is he?”

“Timothy Lyndon,” Christopher says, leaning back in close, pressing a kiss to the corner of his boy’s jaw. He’s never this affectionate in public. Never this overt. Cassius shifts his shoulder back, pressing against the crushed velvet of the couch.

“And what does he do?”

“Wave his money around and get on my nerves, mostly.” Another kiss, closer to the jugular.

“Investor?”

“Theoretically,” Christopher murmurs with a hum, and Cassius laughs again as the breath of the word traces along the side of his neck, down the collar of his shirt, wraps around his neck like the ghost of a hand.

Cass hadn’t been picked for his ability to charm a politician or small talk with an investor. He’d been picked because he made for the prettiest decoration. The status symbol with the most charming features and the wittiest side comments. The loveliest lovely thing.

He let’s it stretch out for another few minutes, closing his eyes to enjoy the buzz of the room and his head and the hands.

“Can we go home yet?” Cass sighs, hand coming up to run Christopher’s jacket lapel between his thumb and forefinger. He pouts, making the sort of petition that usually appeals, “I want to go to bed. Get these clothes off.”

Christopher hums in thought, eyes caught on something over Cassius’ shoulder. Christopher has the fucking prettiest eyes. Clear blue, flecked through with a little gold, a single dark freckle by the pupil on the left. Story book eyes. There’s something dark and darkly curious in them now.

“Hmm. Shortly,” Christopher says, absently in delayed response. “I’ve got one last mark for you, if you’re up for it.”

Cassius tilts his head to the side, cheek brushing against Christopher’s sleeve. He hums. “Go on then.”

Christopher points to whatever he’s looking towards with a smile, “That man there. What does he want?”

Cass sighs and picks his head up, looking over his shoulder to focus on a man seated by himself over by the bay window. Dark hair and light eyes. Perfect picture of well dressed. Looking directly at them.

Cassius reaches out. Tasting. Assessi-

He flinches back. Recoils. Shrinks. Christopher’s eyes flick to him with an expectant smile, those story book eyes warm and fond. Cass clears his throat, half smile on his face as he meets but can’t hold Christopher’s gaze. “He wants, uh... He wants a lot of things.”

Christopher laughs, soft and bright. “So coy, darling boy. That’s not like you.”

Cass shrugs, eyes on Christopher’s lapel, instead of his face, playing at apathy, “I’m bored with this game, it makes me dizzy.”

Christopher smiles at him, full of fondness and craving and something else that Cass refuses to give a name to. He tilts his head, expression warm the way an open flame is, “We’re not leaving until you tell me what he wants, my love. I’d endure one last round if I were you.”

Cassius holds his keepers gaze for a moment longer before he yields. He turns his head to look back at the dark haired man, now raising a hand to a server to get another drink before he looks back to them. Cassius doesn’t need to reach out to feel the want. His mind is tethered to it. Nearly hungry for it. Or not quite hungry maybe.

Just a tug.

“He wants my company for the night,” Cass mutters, barely enough volume to be heard over the chatter of the room.

Christopher smiles with a little noise of agreement, hand coming up to smooth Cassius’ collar. “And what else?”

Like he doesn’t know. Like he isn’t wanting the exact same fucking thing.

There’s no room in this conversation for any kind of plea. Any kind of bargaining or hesitation or fear. Cass folds it all up. Puts it away. Before the feelings make things complicated.

“He wants to hurt me,” he says evenly. He takes a breath, feels the tug grow stronger, says it again. “He really wants to hurt me.”

Christopher hums as though surprised. Cass would bet his contract twice over that he isn't.

“Does he now?” Christopher says, eyes never leaving the man in question. His smile could be honey, could be poison, could be prayer. “Well, then, darling boy. You better go and say hello.”

#dubcon cw #abuse of power #intimate whumper #cassius #christopher #implied or referenced noncon

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actual-fucking-clown · 3 years

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can i get takeda with a gn significant other who teaches kindergarten but really wants kids of their own?

Holy shit Takeda! I saw this an literally cried. He is so underappreciated and baby and i cri and I’d fucking kill to see more x reader of him. This is it. It’s my turn to be the change I wanna see in the world huh? Enough of my ramblings tho, let’s jump right into it.

Warnings: curse words, mentions of drinking wine? (again I've no clue what to put in here and when to put warnings so....yeah)

I hope you enjoy :)

The hasty scratching of pens on papers was the only sound that echoed through your shared office. The lights were dimmed, the analog clock in front of you your only indicator of what time it was.

12:30 AM, written in big bright red letters.

You would have never been working this late but you had to organize your things for parent teacher conferences. Although you were basically a seasoned pro at this, you had left it till last minute and now had struggled to get it all done. You pushed your chair away from your desk and rubbed your eyes. It was time to call it quits. You’d just have to take your lunch break to go over everything one last time tomorrow. It’s better than getting no sleep.

“Tetsu.” You yawned, glancing over your shoulder at the desk behind you.

He simply offers you a hum in acknowledgement, not looking up from the papers he was grading.

“Come to bed.” You said as you stood and made your way over to your husband.

“In a few,” He mumbles. “I’m almost done.” He adds.

You puffed out your cheeks in annoyance.

“C’mon, you’ll be no use tomorrow if you don’t sleep.” You protest. “Besides, I can’t fall asleep without you.” You huff.

With a laugh he gives in. He can’t resist you long anyway.

Most nights went something like this, though you tended to be done much earlier. You two were just always so busy. Your jobs were demanding but you both knew what you were signing up for. It just worked for you two.

Something was off. You couldn’t pinpoint what but you felt a pang in your chest as you met with all the families the next night. Why? You had done this a million times over so why was tonight different?

You had realized you’d been trying to figure out your feelings mid meeting when the little girl’s mother called out to you softly, a little worried.

“Hm? I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch that?” You sheepishly spoke.

“No worries dear, I was just wondering if you had a family of your own? You take such good care of the kids and all you seem like you’d have kids of your own.” The woman hummed.

That was it. Holy shit. Since when? You and Ittetsu had never actually talked about starting a family since you two were always so busy but now that you think about it? God you wanted nothing more.

“Oh, uh, no. I guess all the experience comes from just working here for a while.” You stuttered out a response. God how would you be able to make it through the rest of these meeting?

Your husband stood in front of the stove, finishing up making dinner for the two of you. You ran your finger around the rim of your wine glass as you contemplated whether you should bring up today’s revelation.

“Tetsu?” You started, your fingers stilling on the rim of your glass and moving down to grab it so you could take a large swig.

“Yes, love.” He hummed as he glanced over his shoulder at you, offering you a kind smile.

“Let’s have kids.” Some part of your brain thought that just being blunt with him would save you from embarrassing yourself but you were wrong. Red hot shame flooded your system as soon as you glanced back up at your husband. His face was completely red and you could practically see the smoke coming from his ears as he stumbled over his words trying to figure out something to say.

“I mean like of course if you want to. If you don’t that’s fine too, I just thought...ugh I don’t know I just kinda want a gremlin or two running around.” You rambled.

“YES! I mean yeah that sounds nice!” Ittetsu stuttered out finally. He had apparently made his way over to you and was now clutching your hands in his, the widest, stupidest grin across his tomato red face.

It was a little awkward but it was the start to the next chapter of your lives and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

#takeda x reader #takeda ittetsu #hq takeda #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader

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moonah-rose · 3 years

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Quick Hellstrop brotp mini-fic.

Fluff, hint of one-sided romantic feelings, emotional hurt/comfort.

It wasn’t until he saw the leather jacket on the desk that he began to worry. Before then, when he’d seen Eleanor make a rather impromptu exit out of Tahani’s party, he’d been a little confused. In what crazy dimension did Eleanor Shellstrop leave a party before all the shrimp had been devoured? The platters had barely been touched.

He’d waited a while, in case she came back, mingling among the fake residents, the real humans as well as the rest of the team, head constantly rotating back towards the door for a sign of her re-entry. Na-da.

After making his own excuses, he followed the scent of her perfume, which had also left a pink mist in her wake, visible only to his supernatural eyes. He regrets having told his friends about that aspect of his abilities a little, mainly after Jason compared him to the sniffer dog that slobbered over him once at a bus station.

The path lead him to their office, or the ‘Hot God��s Throne Room’ as she’d once named it. Hardly a false analogy, Michael had silently thought.

“Eleanor?” he’d asked, making his way in. All of his adversary-turned-friend-turned boss that awaited him was the jacket on the desk that she’d worn over her dress on the walk to the party.

That and two pairs of high-heels kicked unceremoniously to the side.

“Oh, Eleanor...” He whispered, grasping the jacket in his hand, instantly inhaling the odour of discomfort and anxiety.

The smell said half of it. The fact some of her clothes had been hastily abandoned here rather than at her clown house said the rest. Something was wrong.

Fortunately, a burned out Eleanor is easy to track.

It doesn’t take him less than fifteen minutes to follow the pink trail in the air, cutting through the deserted town, over the fields, out towards the lake. Ah, of course. As soon as he recognises the significance of her destination, he knows what prompted her to leave in such a rush. He doesn’t need to follow the trail, he knows exactly what wooden bench she’s going to be sitting on.

She doesn’t look up as he treads closer to her, head buried between her knees pulled up onto the seat, hugged to her chest. The little bumps on her exposed shoulders tremble while the rest of her stays rigid.

“Getting chilly?” he says, softly.

Eleanor lifts her head, the tiniest of gasps, her eyes sparkling with the briefest flash of excitement before they dim. Disappointed.

Were you expecting someone else? Of course.

Tears mark her blotchy cheeks that she rushes to dry with her fist; “No...Just way too hot at the party and I thought I could cool off back at the office but it was like a forking oven, so I came out here and....now I’m cold, yeah.”

He nods, understanding all too well how the world can turn into a furnace when everything feels as though it’s about to collapse in on you. And this is coming from a guy born and raised in magma.

Eleanor might not have had anxiety attacks the same as him. Her usual response to stressful situations was to lash out, toss over some cakes, kick some chairs, consuming a ton of alcohol on the way. Without any of those options being acceptable for an Immortal Heavenly Being; her only outlet was to do as she did as a frightened child; and hide away.

“Here,” he doesn’t wait for her to accept the offer as he removes his jacket and places it over her shoulders, just to cover the little bumps; “Wow, you’re small...It looks like you’re popping your head out of a molehill made from cloth.”

“Shut up, you flagpole” Eleanor manages a chuckle, sniffling after, tugging it around her shoulders, “...Thanks.” she remembers, with a mumble.

He lingers, this time waiting for her consent; “D’you want company?”

“No...” she responds, staring out at the vast body of water beneath the full moon; “I wanna be by myself.”

“Okay...”

He starts to step away, only for her to grab his hand.

“What the fork are you doing?”

Michael blinks; “You just said-”

“Yeah. By myself. And you’re like...ridiculously similar to me that we’re practically the same person, so you can stay.”

He blinks again.

“That’s...insanely confusing!”

“Just sit down, dummy.” She tugs him again. As she wishes, Michael places himself down beside her, taking note of how short of breath she still is from crying. As soon as he’d noticed the tears shining, he’d had to ground himself to avoid rushing forward to dry them.

Now he’s close enough, having been invited to share her space, he dares to reach out and rub her back.

“Just breathe. You’re okay.” he whispers, softly, “No one’s gonna be out here, you can cry if you want.” Fork the garbage Donna fed her about hiding her emotions.

She sniffs, gulping for air; “M’so sick of crying...And I thought I was over this, I mean...We’re so close to the end and I’m sure we’ve got this but...Fork.” Eleanor looks down; “Seeing them dance...Seeing him kiss her...They look so happy.”

“Not half as happy as when he danced with you.” He’s tempted to give her the memory of their little dance in the rain in #119, in case it stopped being fresh for her. He’d been so pissed off about that not being enough to spoil their date at the time.

“What does it matter if he doesn’t remember that?” She scoffs, untucking her knees and looking back at the lake; “What does the first kiss we have here mean anything if he comes here with Simone, all the time, and they have dozens of their own kisses!?”

“He will remember. I promised, I’d give him all his memories back when this is over.” It can’t come soon enough. Saving humanity was beginning to come second to just seeing her be happy again.

Eleanor’s shoulders slump; “...And if he still chooses her? What then? We could win this whole thing and he could come back and I’m just...back to being alone!”

“Okay, now you’re being an idiot.”

“Thanks, pal! And you wonder why I refuse to call you Hottest Savior?!”

“I mean it!” He almost growls, putting his hand on her shoulder; “Do you really think you’re gonna have none of us around you, on the one in a billion chance that Chidi doesn’t wanna get back with you? You don’t think what you’ve got to look forward to in the Good Place extends beyond being with him? C’mon. Chidi would the last person to want you to be thinking like that.”

Eleanor rolls her eyes; “Yeah well...Sometimes I wanna say ‘fork Chidi’. I mean...obviously I wanna fork Chidi but I mean-.”

“I get it.” Damn horny bipeds.

He reaches out to take her hand, linking his fingers between hers, caressing the joint of her thumb with his own.

“Listen. If you were ever alone without him, do you think I’d have followed you out here? Do you think Tahani or Jason or Janet wouldn’t have noticed, if not me, and done the same?” He lowers his voice, inching closer.

Eleanor pauses.

Her other hand moves up to touch with the hem of his jacket covering her.

“It’s always you.” she mumbles, eyes casting over his chest. I’m up here, he wants to say, or would that crane her neck?

“Yeah, well...I could say the same about you.” The first one to ever pick him up after an existential breakdown. The last one who held him during a crisis, paralysed at the thought of losing his friends in the worst possible way. “Who else knows rock bottom better than us, hmm?”

Finally, she smiles; “We pretty much founded the place. It’s like our own little kingdom at this point.”

Michael shyly smiles. Hades and Persephone. All those times, in his past, when he pictured Eleanor at his side, not as an oblivious victim but his partner. His one worthy equal. Then he found himself constantly bested by her, beaten, to the point he was at her heels, following her lead, waiting for her to say jump so he could ask how high? Willing to cast himself into the fire if she deemed him unworthy, or she needed him gone.

He will never understand how Chidi could resist her pleas to stay. If she asked for Chidi’s memory back tonight, even at the risk of dooming humanity, he would obey.

Perhaps the knowledge that he shouldn’t is all that stops him from making the offer in the first place.

Fork, when did his arm find its way around her shoulders? When did she start leaning in so close? She’s practically snuggling against him now. She must be getting cold.

He waves his hand, warming up the night breeze that passes over the lake. She still doesn’t move away. He doesn’t exactly push her either.

“Y’know...The reason I was looking to find you at the party when I saw you leave was I was gonna ask you for a dance.” he confesses, needing to break the tense silence.

“Oh, really?” She glances up, raising an eyebrow; “Well...I’m not walking all the way back.”

Michael nods; “It’s okay...I was expecting a ‘no’.”

“Did I say ‘no’?”

He looks to see her giving that cheeky smile. Shirt, he must be blushing. She always looks at him with that smug, endearing gaze when she knows she’s succeeded in teasing him.

It feels a shame to pull away from the cuddle she was beginning to relax into as he gets to his feet. Probably for the best none of the humans come across their Goddess sleeping in the arms of her Architect out in the open...especially Chidi, no matter how chaste it may be.

“No trying to trip each other to fall in the lake, deal?”

Eleanor groans, leaving Michael’s jacket on the seat; “I guess...Spoilsport.”

Neither are going to make that promise. What would be the fun in that?

He gives her his best ‘devilish’ grin and holds out his hand.

“May I have this dance, Boss?”

Eleanor’s eyes flutter up and down his front before locking his gaze again, her tears all but dried. “Only because you’re rockin’ that tux,” She gives him her hand; “You may, buddy.”

He gently tugs her up onto her bare feet. Without her heels, she barely meets his neck. She doesn’t seem to mind, smiling as he moves her onto the pier, beneath the strung up lights along the boardwalk.

A snap of his fingers and a song begins to play on the invisible surround sound system.

If I see you next to never, How can we say forever?

Fingers smooth gently up her back as he holds her close. Her head rests into his chest as they sway to the 80′s ballad. Stroking her shoulders, he finds the same little bumps are still there, but no longer trembling. He wishes he knew enough about being human to understand what that meant. So long as she no longer feels alone, that’s all he wants.

“Michael...” she murmurs, sliding her other arm around his side.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being here.”

He resists the old urge to make a nonchalant quip for humor sake and gives into the sentiment swelling beneath this suit. He kisses the top of her head, whispering adoringly;

“Always.”

Wherever you go, Whatever you do...

It feels a little wrong to be dancing with Eleanor Shellstrop in the spot where she had her first kiss with the love of her life, but as she pointed out, he’s had just as many dates here with Simone. Michael allows the remnants of his demon past to find a weird taste of satisfaction, for Eleanor’s sake anyway. It’s hardly as if the nerd was here to see it, or even care in his current state. Maybe one day, in the future, if he’s feeling particularly petty and satantic, he’ll brag to Chidi’s face about how he had one of most romantic, moonlit dances with his girlfriend. Because only a fool would give up that chance, even if to save the Universe.

All for no other reason than to make sure his friend is always grateful for being the one Eleanor Shellstrop loves with all her heart, and wanting to make up for every moment he missed with her this year. Just as Michael thanks Upper Management every day that he has the honor of dwelling in a fraction of it.

Whatever it takes, Or how my heart breaks, I will be right here waiting for you.

#hellstrop fic #pininggg #idk if i like how this turned out #i just really wanted to write something like this #and i always do sad michael in s4 #i rarely do sad eleanor but she's going through so much #and i like doing caretaker michael outside of npl sometimes

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imaginewarehouse · 3 years

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Tate Staskiewicz x Reader || Oneshot

Plot:

Inspired by ‘Something That We’re Not’ by Demi Lovato. Basically, you and Tate hooked up one night… for the second time… and you’re content with that just being a wrap (That’s that! That was good, that’s enough- why push it?). You aren’t a relationship person, you don’t like the commitment. But… Tate has other plans.

Warnings: Hmmm, I don’t think so. Commitment issues?

🔆 🔆 🔆

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm?” I look up from my - fucking bottom, - locker and to the table Sarah and Justine are at eating their lunch. Sarah, the talker, is staring at her phone; A deep frown plastered to her lips that causes my eyebrows to knit together in confusion. Justine notices, too, and leans over to see what’s on the phone- and when she does see, her brows promptly shoot up. Oh, boy. That’s not good to see. What’s happened? “Yeah?”

“Did you and Tate really hit it off the other night??”

… w h y? My heart just about stops beating in fear. Why. Why mention Tate. Any mention of a one night stand in that tone is not going to be good. I get up from the floor and rush into the empty seat beside Sarah, looing expectantly for her to explain but she just looks right back. Looking for an answer to her question. “Uhh? Yeah, I guess?? We had a good time. Why! ?” Oh good god, tell me the whole store doesn’t know. What is it?? A video, pictures, a running gag!? Good god, I thought we were beyond slut shaming but I guess not-

Sarah’s face scrunches up in confusion. “Are you dating then, now??”

Now that really causes my heart to feel like it’s skipped a beat. Or two. “What!? No! Why would you say that? It was just sex- Oh.” I look sheepishly to Justine, waiting for the high five or the ‘Heyo!’ that’s classic from her at the word ‘sex’… but receive nothing but an awkward look- her gaze turning to the wall as she takes a nervous sip of her coffee instead of talking. Realisation that this is really not good dawns on me. Jesus christ- Justine skipping the chance to talk sex? Its like a sign of the apocalypse. What’s next? The river Nile turning to blood? “Show me the phone, please.”

Sarah glances at Justine, before letting out a sigh and revealing the screen of her iPhone to me. It’s Tate’s Instagram profile- and it says, ‘In a Relationship’, at the top. I look up, deeply confused to Sarah and Justine.

“It didn’t say that before Saturday night.” Justine explains. The night Tate and I were at the bar and hooked up. “Trust me, I keep a close eye on those kinda status’.” She grins, proudly, before sobering again and adding lowly, “And Tate is pretty anal about how his social media looks, so… “She shrugs, meaningfully. So, he knows that that incriminating, incorrect phrase is printed there in his bio.

Sarah vocalises my assessment. “We can’t see him putting that kind of thing down willy nilly… Also, it says that on all his other profiles, too. Snap Chat, Twitter, even Facebook.”

“Yeah, and I mean,” Justine’s cute little nose scrunches up and her eyebrows knit together as she looks at Sarah who mouths ‘I know, right?’, back. “Who even uses Facebook anymore?? Ugh.”

I’m running through the night in my head, wondering if there was any point that I might have hinted to the pharmacist that I was looking for anything more then casual sex, at all. And I find nothing! I did not treat him any differently to how I would usually treat a person in his position- and that treatment has been carefully strung together and thought out so confusions like this do not occur. And it has nothing to do with us working together, I know that much seeing as Isaac understood just fine!

… well actually, honestly, mayyyybe I shouldn’t have slept with him at all this weekend… seeing as this was not our first time… that might have given him the wrong idea...

But god fucking damn it, Tate’s handsomeness obscured my rational and interesting conversation distracted me. I’m a fucking idiot!

I am not a relationship kinda person! I can’t be in a relationship with, fuck I don’t know… Channing Tatum- much less Tate the Pharmacist! Commitment is not for me; No, no, no-no, no. Fuck, fuck, fuck… I have to talk to Tate.

“I should go talk to him,” I say, excusing myself from the table with a polite smile but freaking out inside as I get out of the chair, kneel down and lock my locker back up, then rush out of the room leaving the girls behind in my dust. As I’m passing Grocery, I’m stopped by Cheyanne and Marcus who have their phones out, and show me a picture of me on Tate’s Twitter w i t h a h e a r t emoji and the tag #bae. My eyes bulge nearly out of my head as I look in horror at it over Cheyanne’s shoulder.

“You know, now that I’m seeing it- you two are a cute couple.” Marcus’ words cause a tsunami in my brain- all the little Inside Out-type emotions are drowning and struggling- and Fear is screaming.

“Yeah you do, but- I didn’t think you ‘did’ commitment, Y/N?” Cheyanne adds, sceptical.

“Uh, I do- “Damn. I slam my mouth shut again. I can’t talk to her about this before I talk to Tate. So instead, I just toothlessly smile, and shrug at the two- For lack of any appropriate words. “Anyway! I gotta go- see y’all later!”

And then I’m off again.

I find Tate exactly where, and in what position, I thought he would be; Sitting behind the lonely pharmacy desk with his feet up on the register bench and his nose buried in his phone rather then working. I approach with caution, but confidence also, and knock on the desk surface by his feet to get his attention- and watch his eyes light up when he sees me.

Oh dear god.

“Hey, love bug.” - Oh god, oh god! - “Nice of you to visit me at work!”

Oh… is it? Is it really? Nerves swallow me whole and I nearly shrink back down because to just go with this relationship for the rest of our lives until we get married and have 4 children together and raise them and send them all off to community college instead of having an awkward conversation, sounds really good. How dare he look so soft- this T a t e. Tate is narcissist and an asshole. This isn’t how the world is supposed to work-

“Hey… “My voice cracks like pubescent teenage boy, and I avoid eye contact like a criminal. “Tate, um- So! I think that… maybe, possibly… we might have gotten our signals crossed the other night?”

Tate tilts his head to the side and sets his phone down- all attention on me. “How so?”

“Well,” Why is my voice so high??? I cough into my fist, trying to clear it and return it to its regular register, but fail. The show must go on, though. “Um, I-I was under the impression, that… what we were doing, was, uh… a one-time thing? I guess?” Tate’s eyebrows begin to knit together. “A-and, I think you might have interpreted it a different way?”

“So… you’re saying, that you were just using me, for sex. And somehow that’s my fault?”

My eyes blow wide open and I rush to amend his reiteration as he gets up from his chair and stands, looking down on me now. And… I… oop. That’s just great “No no! Not your fault, at all Tate!! I was just at that bar looking for… err, well, sex! And I thought you were too, but apparently not, and… do you understand?”

“I understand.” For a millisecond, I begin to relax- before Tate’s eyes narrow so much so that they’re nothing but sparkly, black-lashed slits of death. I wish I was at that bar now- I would order a Long Island Iced Tea and black out. “You’re screwing me.”

“What- No!”

“Yes! You want the rig, but not the rest of the machine.” Does he know what a rig is?- Either way, I solemnly, apologetically, shake my head. Well, yes, he’s correct, but I also don’t want to lose the, uh, machine! I really like talking to him when I’m stuck stocking shelves in the pharmacy! I don’t want to lose that? Then, suddenly like the changing wind, Tate’s eyes widen and a ghost of a smirk flickers across his face. “Oh, or- its more than that.” Hold on what. “Cuz Y/N, this isn’t the first time this has happened, you know? The first time, fine. I get it, you need a release. We all do- especially working a lowly job like you do, unlike mine. Heh. But you came back. To me. You could’ve approached anyone else at that bar and gotten the same results… but you came back to this one.”

Now I narrow my eyes and furrow my brows, leaning back from the self-absorbed chemist. “… what are suggesting, Tate?”

He lets the smirk come out, now, and the only comprehensive thought that passes through my brain is: ‘shittttt’.

“You just can’t get enough of me.”

“What!?” I gape, jaw dropped. Ridiculous!-

“I’m Y/N-Nip.” Oh sweet jesus. The thought genuinely seems to please him. Of course, it does. Ugh… No way. This cannot be right. I do not want a relationship! No way no how! “So it doesn't really matter if you don’t want me right now- because you will. We both know you will.”

“I- Tate! You’re cracked!”

He chuckles, dipping hands into the pockets of his lab coat and shaking his head slowly. “Love you too, babe.”

“TATE!”

“Yeah... you keep screaming my name like that. Good practise.”

“Oh my god!” I exclaim, covering the bottom of my face and closing my eyes, a grin hidden behind my hands at how ridiculous this is. He’s too cute, oh my god! “How have you twisted this, you insane person. I do not have feelings for you!- Well, romantic feelings.” I cross my arms across my chest. “I do not have the romantic feelings, for you. All the feelings that I have for you can be simply summed up by whatever insane, terrible illness that kept putting Lorelai and Christopher together.”

“Gilmore girls?” He grimaces.

“Yes.”

His eyebrows shoot up his forehead and his eyes light up even more, despite his apparent aversion towards my chosen American favourite, and I immediately regret my analogy. “So, you admit there are feelings there?”

“Yeah- raw, animal sex-drive! That’s it!” I try to explain, looking away to avoid his eyes and feeling my cheeks warm up.

“But you like talking to me, too, don’t you.” Its not a question, its a statement. He knows! And... it is not totally wrong. I do like to talk to him. He’s a narcissist and he’s smug but I happen to find that funny on all but bad days, and he keeps up with my antics like no one else. But so does Sarah. So does Jonah. So do Mateo and the guy on Echat so charmingly called ‘B1gHairyDucksRunTheW8rld’- long story short; I’m darling and lots of people like to talk to me!

“Oh, Tate. Since when has an amusement by intelligent conversation been considered a for sure indication of desire for a romantic relationship?”

“Oh, its not. But combined with the ‘raw, animal sex-drive’ that you so aptly named, it kinda does.” He leans closer a little bit over the desk towards me. “Also, you’ve said my name no less then six times while you’ve been here.”

I laugh out loud- a definite sense of nervousness laced through the sound. “That means nothing!”

“No, no-no. It means... “ He raises his eyebrows again at me and sets me with a wise look, like somehow he knows the deep secrets that hide out in the recesses of my mind. “Something.”

Maybe he’s right.

“No!”

“Oh, believe what you want, love bug.”

“This is crazy, Tate. We are not in any kind of relationship and I do not have feelings for you!”

“So I’ll see you tonight?”

“No?”

“My place? 7?”

“You will not see me tonight!”

“Do you think you’ll end up staying over? Just because, man of riches and luxury that I am, I need to change the sheets if you are to set the right mood.”

My jaw drops. He’s lost his mind... and maybe I am too a little bit, because for some reason I’m leaning towards agreeing and going to his place tonight. Is there anything that I can say to him to dissuade him from these delusions of me being in love with him? Because I don’t!

But... I wont lie. This is the most stimulating conversation I’ve had in forever, it feels good. It always does, with Tate. But again still, I am not commitment girl. He is commitment guy. He may not seem like it, in fact he has the complete guide and tool set to be a grade-A douchebag, but he isn’t and he apparently somehow likes me which is not a horrible feeling and I do not want to let him down. I... really don’t.

Sighing, I collapse against the register and roll my eyes back. “Tate... I might like you. A lot.”

“Oh. Shocker.” He rolls his own eyes, pressing some buttons on the register. Oh, he thinks that he’s funny. Hm.

“... but I want you to hear me now. Okay? Listen.” Thankfully he looks up and focuses on me, blue eyes meeting mine. “I am not relationship compatible. I cant do it. I’ve tried it before and I couldn't hack it. Its not in my genetic make-up!- please don’t push this and make me ruin what we have.”

He takes a deep breath, and sighs it out... before reaching over and holding my hand on top of the desk. He sets me with a reassuring look. “... I’m a Pharmacist. We don’t ruin things.”

BONUS:

“... Jesus Christ you’re self absorbed.”

“Maybe you can work on that with me at my place at 7. Now I have to get back to work, pharmaceutical business waits for no man.”

“Oh boy.” I’m dating this guy...

#Tate Staskiewicz #Superstore #Tate Staskiewicz x Reader #Tate x Reader #Superstore Tate #Superstore Tate x Reader #Oneshot #Superstore Sarah #Superstore Justine #Justine Sikowicz #Superstore Cheyanne #Cheyanne Lee #Marcus White #Superstore Marcus

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wehatejulietsimms · 3 years

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This is an Andy appreciation post. I’m re-listening to Vale because I never understood.

It has much religious imagery but it’s *more* than just metaphors and analogies.

There’s four views I’ve understood finally and maybe more.

I will not mention anything of the specifics BVB is fighting against in Vale because like I said, this is an appreciation post and I don’t want to bring up anything negative if I don’t have to make it a point. If anyone wants me to go further into detail about what specifically I feel is going on, just ask because my gut has a keen reception on lyrics and events.

1. Religious persecution:

To the unawakened folks or the ones that progressively sin in the name of God.

Fighting for equality that when people fuck up, it isn’t the death of them. Just the death of an ego and awakening into more self compassion.

2. Talking to the fans that are blind to reality

In many songs off Vale, Andy always talks about preaching but never fully being heard from the blind and innocent. He’s tired but he will keep fighting, because he wants to make an active change to the community in a way he can but feels weak from time to time, yet never giving up!

3. Ashley

When Ashley was outed publicly, Andy never dedicated this song to him but posted the lyrics with no caption when Ashley was accused. Throw the first stone.

4. Letter to self: acknowledging this is an end of a cycle. Hint: the album name and song lyrics.

Our Destiny is a big one. It’s not just a rock love song about trying to save a destiny between two people. It’s saving himself from his past “sins” “fuckups” and saying it’s not too late to heal, which it’s never too hate to heal from the past and present. I feel like it’s “hey, I’m going into ashes now but I’ve already made amends with it and I’ll rise again and again, however many times to make it out of mental and physical surroundings.” Also, I feel it was referencing Lost it All in a way, like most of his songs do, it’s a personal and universal message that there’s so much shit in life that will knock you down and you will heal while STILL in a hurt place physically. I really want to appreciate that truth that there’s a lot of healing that still is in the midst of pain. (Props to you, Andy!) Many abusive childhoods can resonate with that as well as being stuck in relationships/friendships/or generational curses including being in debt. (Which he mentions a lot in interviews) I really do think he’s gonna get out because he’s such a wise soul and nobody gives him props to healing, and being such a mature wise man even though he’s not at his highest or best surroundings. I mean, I don’t know any other artist that’s stuck in a shitty situation and is still uplifting, real, and promotes healing and is why so many BVB army members resonate with the music. I really respect he says that people heal themselves but use his music as a resonating device to heal, when fans say he’s their hero.

Andy has overcome addictions, has had to protect his life many times, has written so much uplifting and real wisdom from a dark place of mind or just straight up otherworldly strength and vulnerability which I admire because it’s beautiful and real, doesn’t have many real helpful people around him, has been a real role model by himself, is overcoming shame and lies & generation healing, he’s really had to rely on himself and I’m glad his band members really allow him to take control of the lyrics in such an inspiring way. Even though he’s still dealing and people pleasing to toxic people, remember everyone, people in abusive relationships and are trapped have to people please in order to stay alive and not get harmed. Many don’t understand that if they’ve never been abused. (They don’t need to understand, Andy! We see it) His perseverance is real and don’t judge someone for figuring out their own life. Sometimes freedom comes from music (even though other aspects from the rock industry contradict it). Let’s be supportive of him right now because he’s branching off into a new territory and finding out what’s working for him SAFELY. Yes, I don’t agree with a lot of what he says in his insecure moments in interviews and lies in his book/irl (gotta remember that’s a trauma brain response), but his music speaks in a way that is truth and can help many people going through many things and express it in a healthy way. Also I believe many fans live in denial about his life due to the fact that they’re probably living through it in their own life and can’t recognize it in another person. Or are attracted to his light but want nothing to do to help keep it alive as in tearing him down (secret haters). Anyways, I respect him for going above and beyond and it’s really admirable because like I said, nobody in the industry has ever done what he’s done. His art is perseverance.

5. He’s been a role model for so many hurting depressed people because they resonate to his own story and his strength is a catalyst for their own strength. I dislike when people deny he’s been living in trauma and overcoming many times in his life because that’s literally what this band was formed into. There’s so much evidence in his life and in the music. He’s had to take on a role for his (hurt & healing) self and it naturally became a safe space for BVB army to interact and resonate with him. He had to do that at 18/19 and if anyone’s that age or older, you know that age is just a child. I applaud him for being that young while having no parental guidance while creating something beautiful and divine, though I do empathize for his inner child. His albums are art that are darker, not evil, and is a place where children/adults who were rejected in any form can find solace in their own mind and thus can create healing. His words are moving and you have to applaud the man for keeping it together when people of all directions were hating on his every move and it was because he has such a big heart and everyone around him wants to keep him caged out of selfishness. Even when he had meltdowns and (not saying he couldn’t also be toxic because everyone has the capacity but meltdowns get overlooked because it’s a spur of the moment thing and everyone thinks it’s a violent episode but it’s due to triggers as well as not being sober) still wanted to show up for everyone including his own self that he knows himself to be, that he didn’t want to let rot. He’s really a strong soul and it gets overlooked a lot. He’s striving for betterment of himself for more than a decade (with so much persecution even in his own circle) and people keep wishing that “I hope he gets out” and this is how he’s helping himself for the moment until he can actually get out. So again, props to him. We’re proud of you, Andy! Keep going! We believe in you. Keep taking care of your overall being. Thanks for believing in us all of these years. Some of us even made it out of the hurt place we were in and are living happy, peaceful, healthy lives after trauma.

^^i literally almost teared up reading this. this is exactly why i love him so much (& what made me fall in love with him/BVB in the first place) you said everything perfectly. i honestly wish i could pin posts on here bc i really want this to be the first thing people read on the blog. as much as people think this blog is supposed to be outright hateful, (although it contradicts the name of the blog lol) i can assure you it's not. as fans we want the best for our favorite artists and when an artist has helped/continued to help you and so many other people out of dark places it sucks to see that through that they can't help themselves. i just want the best for him and for him to be 100% happy again. that's the purpose of this blog.

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serialkillerinthemaking · 3 years

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below the cut is my insanely long analysis of sa and its metaphors its bad but i did in an hour with a headache so it is what it is

analyzing sa even though it's been said so much it's redundant I just need a place to collect it all ya know

note: none of this is chronological to the story and its probably just going to be the song lyrics

there are many run-on sentences and grammar problems sorry. I'm writing this off the idea that everyone has a decent understanding of sa and its plot.

obviously, mama who bore is about Wendla’s mom not telling her about sex. mwbmr is the same thing except it shows none of the girl's mom tells them about sex.

all that's known starts with the boys robotically repeating Virgil's Aeneid before Melchior breaks out and starts singing. He explains that science and facts are pushed aside in favor of religion and his parents wanting him to fall in line and not question what is taught. that's the general theme of the song. he is determined not to become part of the hivemind and question what is taught. he wants to find and see and experience more than what they know of and are teaching in terms of the world and he himself.

He mentions the stars and them being sort of all-knowing. stars are brought up again in those you've known sort of being a metaphor for society and the children of his generation and the ones to come. In those youve known, he vows to read Moritz and Wendla's dreams to the stars because they are dead and can really communicate with him and therefore rely on him to spread the word of their thoughts and ideas and stories. this being a cautionary tale, those stories must be told.

he mentions the repression of free thought. children are naturally curious of the world around them but as they grow up the adults push them not to be and only to accept what we know now. he doesn't want to lose this and stop eternally searching for more. this is sort of put into the term "purple summer". meaning the story, the cause, the prevention, and the tragic beauty of the story. we'll come back to the meaning of purple summer itself.

he says one day all will know generally meaning what is happening beneath the surface and societies refusal to talk about it and explore it. in purple summer this comes back more concrete. instead of one day, more like a distant hope, he says all shall know. they will know now, soon, not one day in the distant future. In the end, his journey is complete and it goes from one day all will know to all shall know.

tbol and my junk are pretty straight forward you guys don't need me for those.

touch me is basically about the yearning for sex and to know what is. there are some metaphors but they are pretty self-contained within the song itself and don't really have enough grasp on them to go too deep. either that or they're really not actually that deep lol.

woyb is basically about Melchior and Wendla wanting to be with each other and trying to resist the temptation because of oppression

The dark I know well is about the rape and sexual assault of Martha and Ilse at the hands of her father and artist friends, respectively. Again the song uses one central self-contained metaphor that is never brought up again in the context of the show and is pretty easy to understand.

and then there were none has frau Gabor intermittently reading a letter she wrote in response to Moritz asking for money to escape. Moritz jumps in and sings his thoughts as he reads the letter and basically watches his last hope fall through. he feels she tries to sugarcoat the point of the letter. he is mad for saying things in an attempt to make him feel better and to try her best to help, such as writing a letter to his parents. she tells him she still cares for him but can't help him. he feels he has no other option left after failing his tests. you all know the plot you don't need me to explain it.

mirror blue night Melchior is horny blah blah blah I hate this song moving on

I believe while they disobey the church and its a church song irony yeah

(it's so late I'm sorry)

don't do sadness blue wind ohoho lets goooo

Moritz wishes to be a butterfly, no longer having to deal with life, and happily flying. he says he doesn't do sadness because he just can't handle it anymore. the failing the test hurt him and frau Gabor refusing to help was the straw that broke the camel's back. he can't take it anymore. Ilse comes in and sees he's sad. it's cold and dark outside symbolizing his current mood so she sings about the happiness of spring and summer to cheer him up. fall and winter are analogies for sadness and pessimism, spring and summer are happiness and optimism, hence spring awakening, the happiness coming back after the sad times. purple summer also references that but that's for later. she talks about when they were kids happily playing in the sun. wind, a cold sad month thing always comes back but it always goes away. happiness will always come and sadness will always go just like the seasons. Moritz is only living in fall and autumn, not seeing the spring and summer ahead. Ilse gets through her life through optimism relying on the blue wind never taking when it creeps up and always going away once again. and then it just kinda repeats you get the rest.

left behind. he never got to grow up and be an adult and its his parent's (mostly his dad's) fault. metaphor once again fully in the song not really brought up again.

you guys got the rest (more than sufficient critical conjecture on woybr) until WHISPERING whooo

she hears the ghosts because throughout she alive and dead. sort of. everyone is sad. she describes her family's grief at her funeral. the preacher uses her as a cautionary tale and warns others of her fate. they say she did bad things and this how she ended up. such a shame, such a sin. she feels powerless, like she didn't have a voice and only could do what was told of her. she didn't know any better despite her best efforts. she mentions summer longing in the wind. happiness being swept up by sadness was pretty much her whole "relationship" with Melchior.

👏those👏you've👏known

there is so much I'm just gonna analyze it line by line (i consider this the pinnacle of metaphors in theatre considering the buildup)

MORITZ

Those you’ve known

And lost, still walk behind you

All alone

They linger till they find you

self explanatory pretty much

Without them

The world grows dark around you

And nothing is the same until you know that they have found you

Melchior's world has crumbled, he feels like it never going to be the same without them, but he found them.

WENDLA

Those you’ve pained

May carry that still with them

All the same

They whisper: “All forgiven.”

He hurt her, and she's still hurting but she forgives him because there is love in heaven, all will be forgiven.

Still your heart says

The shadows bring the starlight

And everything you’ve ever been is still there in the dark night

everything she was was left behind, but she still finds it here.

WENDLA

When the northern wind blows

The sorrows your heart holds

There are those who still know –

They’re still home

We’re still home

he's still hurting, they're still there.

MORITZ (Sung In Counterpart)

Though you know

You’ve left them far behind

You walk on by yourself, and not with them –

Still you know

They will fill your heart and mind

When they say there’s a way through this

he's living and must continue without them but they are still there in his heart.

MELCHIOR, MORITZ AND WENDLA

Those you’ve known

And lost, still walk behind you

All alone

Their song still seems to find you

They call you

As if you knew their longing –

They whistle through the lonely wind, the long blue shadows falling

they are still there!

MELCHIOR

All alone

But still I hear their yearning

Through the dark, the moon, alone there, burning

The stars too

They tell of spring returning –

And summer with another wind that no one yet has known

The stars are back! they are all knowing and tell of the sadness passing, the happiness returning, with something new.

(MORITZ and WENDLA Join with Counterparts)

They call me –

Through all things –

Night’s falling

But somehow I go on

You watch me

Just watch me –

I’m calling

From longing

a call back to all thats known

WENDLA (Sung in Counterpart)

When the northern wind blows

The sorrows your heart’s known –

I believe…

she still believes in forgiveness.

MORITZ (Sung in Counterpart)

Still you known

There’s so much more to find –

Another dream, another love you’ll hold

he doesn't have to be stuck on them and they are giving him permission to move on and find happiness again.

Still you know

To trust your own true mind

On your way – you are not alone

There are those who still know

a call back to all that's known,

MELCHIOR (Sung Alone)

Now they’ll walk on my arm through the distant night

And I won’t let them stray from my heart

Through the wind, through the dark, through the winter light

I will read all their dreams to the stars

i dissected this line back in all thats known but STARS! they back

I'll walk now with them

I’ll call on their names

I’ll see their thoughts are known

they know now! all will know he knows and know they know! their story will be told!

WENDLA

Not gone –

they are still there!

MELCHIOR

They walk with my heart –

And I'll never let them go

they are still there!

I’ll never let them go

You watch me

Just watch me

I’m calling

I’m calling –

And one day all will know

ALL👏WILL👏KNOW👏

P U R P L E S U M M E R

purple has historically represented freedom, the kids now have freedom and summer here means happiness. so now they have both. purple summer is just yeah knowledge and freedom of oppression and the hivemind because this Germany 1890 bad (its a john Mulaney reference I'm so sorry im losing my mind)

And all shall know the wonder

I will sing the song of purple summer

All thats known, all will know all shall know. They will know because we will tell them.

And still, I wait

The swallow brings

A song of what's to follow -

The glory of the spring

The happiness! The knowledge! The freedom! Its coming! It waking it up! SPRING IS AWAKENING! ahhhhhhhhhh

#spring awakening #dwsa cast #long post #add your own mine are crap #i wanna hear your interpritations of it #gotta give it up for duncan sheik #he really did the most here

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ambssssssssss · 4 years

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Third Year

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

The dreams of Viola Lloyd are starting to creep in more but never in a way that Dani can feel them coming on. They seem to come at random, no matter if Dani had had a relatively good day or not, no matter if Dani was holding Jamie while they slept or being held by Jamie, no matter if Dani wanted to to dream or not.

The dreams were, not scary exactly but not altogether comfortable either. Some of them were like looking at old photographs, blurry around the edges and all that remained was the emotion of the moment, emotions that had faded and muted as time went on, it seemed Viola couldn’t identify what she had originally felt. Everything is still blanketed by the rage that had fueled the stubborn ghost for so long, but there’s glimpses of more occasionally too. More loneliness, more longing for what she lost, and even hints of regret.

There are some dreams that Dani can’t talk about and Jamie doesn’t pressure her too. There are many nights when Dani wakes up shaking and crying from memories and feelings that aren’t hers and Jamie simply holds her close, whispering reassurances against her skin and stroking her hair until Dani feels like she can breathe again. Dani always feels unworthy of such care and affection, despite knowing that there’s been plenty of times where she’s done the same for Jamie.

Jamie is no stranger to nightmares of her own, either from the trauma of her past or her fears of losing Dani too soon. Losing Dani at any time would feel too soon. But helping Dani, holding Dani close throughout the night and spending their days in the kind of domestic bliss Jamie never thought she would get, all of that makes it worth it. All the work of loving Dani and of letting herself be loved by Dani was worth the ever present risk of losing her.

The dreams that Dani can talk about, Jamie listens to. She commits the details to memory, watches how Dani moves and speaks when she talks about the dreams. She looks for that light in her eyes, the one that always seems brighter when Jamie focuses on the blue eye rather than the brown. It’s the light that lets Jamie know all the things that Dani can’t say yet.

“I’m sorry,” Dani whispers one night, her lips brushing against Jamie’s neck as she speaks. They’ve been in Vermont for three years now, were thinking of taking a trip to Paris to visit Owen for a bit, see his plans for the restaurant he’s building. It had gotten much easier to plan for more than one day ahead but there were still nights like this one, weeks like the last few had been, times where Dani doesn’t if she’s feeling her emotions or Violas. Times where Dani can barely separate the love she finds so much strength in from the rage Viola hides behind.

“Sorry for what?” Jamie whispers back, eyes closed even as her brow furrows a bit. Her hand is warm against Dani’s back, pressed between the fabric of Dani’s shirt and her smooth skin.

“For all of this, for all the work you have to do for me,” Dani shifts like she’s going to pull away but Jamie doesn’t let her go, instead pulling her closer and kissing Dani’s forehead.

“Baby, you don’t have to apologize,” Jamie keeps her voice low still but strong, eyes opening to look down at the woman in her arms, she wants Dani to hear every word she says. “We’re in a relationship, they take work. You work just as hard as I do to be here, probably even harder.” Jamie can’t imagine what it must be like to live with two people inside your head, even if one of them normally only comes out fully in dreams. “Besides that, I love you. I love you so, so much.”

“I love you, too,” Dani’s voice is shaky with tears that Jamie wipes away with the pads of her thumbs.

“That makes all the work worth it,” Jamie tells her with that soft smile of hers, the one that has made Dani melt since the day they met. “You’re still here, you’re still with me. That’s all I want.”

“You deserve more than me, more than this,” Dani lifts slightly to look up at the woman she loves and she almost can’t handle the pure adoration in Jamie’s eyes.

“Yeah, well, I don’t give a damn about what I deserve,” Jamie cups Dani’s face in her hand, stroking her thumb along her cheek and catching a stray tear as she does. “You are who I want. We could be living in a cardboard box in an alley somewhere and I’d still be just as happy, as long as it’s you I’m sharing that box with.”

The analogy is enough to make Dani laugh and Jamie smiles like she’s just one the best prize in the world at the sound, leaning in and connecting their lips so she can feel Dani’s smile against her lips.

“I love you, Poppins,” Jamie says between kisses, pressing a last kiss to the tip of Dani’s nose as she pulls away. “I promise, I always will. We’re in this together for as long as we have.”

“I love you, too.” Dani kisses her again and for the first time in three years, she can’t feel any of Viola’s rage inside of her.

It’s a shame that the lights are off and that Dani keeps her eyes closed when she pulls back to settle against Jamie’s shoulder again because if they had seen, they’d have had more hope than before.

Because for the first time in three years, for those brief seconds that Dani couldn’t feel any of the rage inside, both of her eyes were wholly and completely blue.

#dani x jamie #jamie x dani #dani clayton #jamie the gardener #jamie clayton #do we have a ship name yet?#i like damie #or maybe au gardener #like au pair and gardener put together #sorry i'm sleepy and rambling in the tags #the haunting of bly manor #fanfic #my fics #ambs writes #part 5 of 12 #also this will all eventually be on ao3 as a one shot

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exhaustedfander · 4 years

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May I request an "not-so-secretly dating/and they were roommates" human au fic with any ship, like none of the others know they even know each other and are surprised that they're together?

Analogical is always a joy to write, and this prompt was a lot of fun. I’d love to hear what you think!

ao3 link

Word Count: 2,566

As You Wish

Virgil sits in the darkened living room, scrolling aimlessly through Tumblr when he hears the creaking of floorboards and turns to see Logan standing behind the couch.

“Hey, L,” he greets lazily, smiling as Logan leans to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“It’s late,” Logan comments as if Virgil doesn’t already know that. But he isn’t just saying it to say it, and Virgil knows that too.

“Are you…” Logan trails off, losing his nerve but Virgil smiles.

“Yeah, I’m coming to bed. Don’t get your tie in a twist,” Virgil says with a laugh, setting his phone aside and standing up. Even in the mostly dark room, he can see the relief etched into Logan’s face.

“I – I wasn’t –,” Logan stutters, cutting himself off when Virgil wraps his arms around him, perching his chin on his shoulder.

“You weren’t… what? Going to ask me to come to bed with you?” Logan remains silent and Virgil’s lips curl into a smirk. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“It’s important for you to get an optimal amount of rest,” Logan says quietly, still held tightly in Virgil’s embrace.

“Oh, and that’s the only reason you want me to sleep in your bed, then? Because I’ve got a perfectly good bed in my room,” Virgil says, positive that Logan’s face is breaking out into a blush. “You don’t want to cuddle?”

“Fine,” Logan says tersely, though there’s nothing but fondness in his tone, “I also want you to come with me because I want to… cuddle with you. Are you satisfied with that answer?”

“Oh, extremely,” Virgil says pulling away and leaning down to press another kiss to Logan’s lips. “Lemme go brush my teeth and I’ll be right there.”

Virgil walks into Logan’s bedroom after getting ready for bed, though he isn’t sure if it can just be called Logan’s room anymore. After all, for the past several weeks, Virgil’s been sleeping there, he’s got multiple articles of clothing in Logan’s closet and personal items strewn about the room. He might even dare to call it their room at this point, though maybe just in his head. At least, for now.

That’s how things had started. Virgil’s never had a very healthy sleep schedule. As a result, his insomnia keeps him awake late into the night most of the time, and he’s usually lucky if he got four or so hours. This was something he’d been used to for a long time, something he hadn’t ever expected to change. That was until Virgil had found out about Logan’s fear of storms.

Virgil and Logan had been friends for several years, having met in high school and rooming together in college. They were closer than Virgil had been with anyone; he hadn’t known what it was like, to know someone so well, and in turn, to be known so well. With that being said, Logan had managed to keep this fear under wraps for years, only letting it slip once he let out a loud yelp as lightning crackled outside the window, followed by a clap of thunder.

Virgil recalls how he ran into Logan’s room, afraid that something must’ve happened to him, only to find his friend huddled and trembling on his bed, with his head tucked between his knees. In all of the time that they’d known each other, this was the first time Virgil had ever seen his friend so vulnerable.

Logan had asked him to leave him alone, but Virgil wasn’t that dull. He couldn’t Logan in such a state, regardless of how embarrassed he must’ve been, so he stayed the whole night with him, refusing to leave his side. Virgil’s presence lulled Logan into a state of calm, and for the first time in years, Virgil slept the whole night through.

They did their best to dance around one another, but their apartment was only so big, and their feelings were inescapable. Within a few days, they’d confessed a love that had been budding all the time they’d known each other, a love that was the real reason they continued to live together, despite not really having to. A love that neither of them understood in full, but desperately wanted to learn more about.

They’ve only been dating for a few short weeks now, and so many things are still unsaid, still unknown, but it’s a hopeful kind of mystery, one that Virgil’s happy to explore. Virgil slides into bed beside Logan, immediately pulling him close.

“Don’t forget it’s our turn to host movie night tomorrow,” Virgil reminds Logan, pressing a kiss to his cheek before pausing. “Hey, you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Logan says, hoping Virgil will believe him. A foolish thought, really. Virgil turns over, flicking the bedside lamp back on, no longer allowing Logan’s insecure to be shrouded in darkness.

“Bullshit,” Virgil says sharply, but worry permeates his voice all the same, “You just went all stiff – also, I know you. What’s going on in that big brain of yours?” Logan lets a sigh roll past his lips as Virgil stares intently, his chin propped on his arms and eyes studying every aspect of his expression.

“Okay,” Logan says, sighing again because he wasn’t expecting to have this conversation tonight, “I’ve been wondering…”

“Yeah?” Virgil asks, coaxing softly.

“I’ve been wondering… if you think I’m a good boyfriend.” The look that flashes across Virgil’s face is positively incredulous.

“What?! Lo, what kind of question is that? Of course, I think you’re a good boyfriend! I love you.” Virgil’s spine straightens as he bolts into a sitting position.

“I love you too,” Logan says, sitting up too and meeting Virgil’s somewhat frantic gaze, “Very much. It’s just… I’m not sure if I’m doing what’s expected of me.”

“What’s expected of you?” Virgil asks, confused as ever, “Babe, what the hell are you talking about?” Logan reaches for his glasses that are set on the nightstand on, slipping them on with a slightly trembling hand.

“I haven’t taken you on a real date yet.”

“Okay, yeah, but I haven’t taken you on a real date, either,” Virgil counters, “It’s a two-way street. Also, we hang out all the time. We go get coffee or to movies together constantly. I don’t care what we’re doing, as long as I’m spending time with you.” Logan only slightly resents the warmth that blooms in his chest as a result of the sentimental statement. Virgil’s always been exceptionally good at making Logan feel better, but that can’t hinder the fact that self-consciousness has cocooned him.

“I – well, I-I enjoy spending time with you too, obviously,” Logan stutters, his hand settling near his neck reflectively before he remembers he’s in his pajamas, and as a result, void of a tie to straighten, “But it feels like there are things largely expected of me that I haven’t done.” Virgil quirks an eyebrow.

“Like what?”

“I haven’t ever gotten you flowers.” Virgil can’t help it; he lets out a laugh.

“Babe, they die in a couple of days. I don’t need you to buy me flowers.”

“Yes, but, the other day you got me a coffee and a brownie from that bakery I like just because you were ‘thinking of me’,” Logan says.

“I was thinking about you,” Virgil says, “Is that what’s getting you so worked up? A pastry? You get me coffee all the fucking time, L.”

“But- but it’s different now. You’re my boyfriend, and I… I haven’t been doing enough.”

“Oh, Logan,” Virgil coos, a tone of voice that makes Logan feel light and airy, “Baby, no. Is that what you think? That you aren’t doing enough for me?” Virgil asks, taking Logan’s hand in his. Logan does his best to swallow the building lump in his throat.

“I… I suppose,” Logan muttered, shame tinting his words.

“And yet I’m the one with crippling anxiety,” Virgil mutters, half to himself, before squeezing Logan’s hand, “I’m so sorry, babe. I had no idea you felt this way.” Logan averted his eyes.

“You had no reason to. I didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, but I should’ve known,” Virgil says, his thumb grazing a gentle circular pattern over his boyfriend’s knuckles, “I need you to know that you’re absolutely enough for me. Logan, you’ve been my best friend for years, and I’ve loved you for nearly as long. We’re not exactly taking the convention route here – and that’s okay! We don’t need to go on ‘official’ dates right away. You don’t need to buy me flowers – hold on, do you want me to buy you flowers?” Logan bit his lip, but the blush that infiltrated his face was incrementing all the same.

“Okay, I’m definitely getting you flowers.”

“Y-you don’t have to.”

“Shut up,” Virgil said, though not unkindly, “I love you, Logan Croft, and I mean that with all my heart.” Logan lets out a deep breath, leaning his head against Virgil’s shoulder, their hands still linked.

“I love you too. Very much. I apologize; I’ve been acting irrationally. It’s just…”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Virgil insists, and Logan wants to believe him, “You’ve got nothing to apologize for.” Silence settles over the pair for a long moment, and Logan is about to turn the lights off and pull the covers back over them before Virgil speaks up again.

“Do you still want to do Movie Night tomorrow? We can reschedule if you want.”

“Yes,” Logan answers, lost in the beautiful rare sight that was Virgil without his makeup (Not to say that the eyeshadow isn’t a good look because really, it is). Logan often can’t believe this wonderful person, so incredible and full of wit and dark humor has chosen him. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint anyone. I know everyone was looking forward.” “They’ll live, if you don’t want to,” Virgil says, his tone not shying away from seriousness, “I mean it, you know. I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” Logan takes a deep breath.

“And you are comfortable, then?” Virgil blinks, confession settling onto his face.

“Huh?”

“You’re comfortable telling our friends about us,” Logan clarifies, “Roman, Remus, Patton, and Janus. You’re alright with telling them?”

“I’m comfortable with whatever you’re comfortable with,” Virgil says simply, “And if you aren’t, then we’ll wait. Okay?”

Logan can’t help but feel surprise wash over him. He supposes he’d expected Virgil, so riddled with anxiety and self-doubt, to have a similar reaction, a similar hesitation. But he isn’t. He seems perfectly fine with telling their friends about the status of their relationship.

It isn’t as though Logan expects a poor reaction. It’s not exactly a secret that Logan and Virgil have feelings for each other and have for some time. But for whatever reason, Logan can’t shake the self-doubt that he isn’t ready, that maybe something’s missing. Virgil is ready, though, and he’s keeping him from that. He doesn’t want to do that, regardless of how irrationally scared he may be.

“Feelings are… a difficult thing,” Logan manages, though his words aren’t quite cooperating with him.

“Yeah, they can be.”

“I don’t always know how to make sense of them,” Logan continues, “Oftentimes, I feel so blindsight by them. And… I’m sorry, for how hesitant I am. And how much of a learning curve loving you has been.”

“You don’t need to keep saying sorry,” Virgil urges. Logan worries his bottom lip, his head still resting on Virgil’s shoulder.

“Be that as it may, I’m glad that I’m learning. I can’t thank you enough for your patience and understanding… We should, uh, continue movie night as scheduled.”

“Yeah? You sure?”

“I’m positive,” Logan says (he is by no means positive, but it sounds a lot better than ‘maybe’).

The roommates drift to sleep not long after that, whispering repeated words of love and affirmation. Logan can’t help but feel a little better, despite the self-doubt that’s been eating at him.

In the morning, Virgil wakes to find breakfast prepared for him.

“You’re too sweet, Lo. You didn’t have to,” Virgil says, greeted with a kiss.

“No, but I wanted to.”

Later, when Logan arrives home, he finds a small bouquet of blue flowers sitting on the table addressed to him, and his heart soars.

=+=

By the time that everyone has arrived for movie night, Virgil isn’t too sure what to expect. He’ll give Logan as much space as he needs, just as he said, but Logan’s had an uncharacteristic pep in his step all day long, and it doesn’t seem to be diminishing, even in the company of friends.

“I think we should watch a romance,” Roman declares, earning a groan from his brother.

“UGH – you always want a romance. Where’s the flavor? The blood and guts?” Remus asks, earning a playful swat from Janus that does little to shut him up.

“It’s Logan’s turn to pick a movie out,” Virgil points out, and suddenly all eyes are on the nerd, “It’s your choice, L.” Logan thinks for a moment, eyes scanning the films on the shelf.

“The Princess Bride,” he says, earning a look of surprise from everyone in the room. “What? Is no one interested?”

“It’s not that,” Patton says softly, his shock just as evident as everyone else’s, “It’s just kind of a… surprise, coming from you, teach. That’s all.”

“That’s gotta be the understatement of the century,” Roman declares dramatically, “This nerd, picking such a movie has to be some kind of scientific anomaly or something!”

“Would you all rather we watch something else, then?”

“No,” Virgil cuts in, fondness evident in his voice, “No, that’s the movie you chose. Let’s watch The Princess Bride.” The rest of the group continues to mumble about the surprising choice, but no one raises an issue with it and the movie is popped in and Janus puts some popcorn in the microwave. When the timer beeps, Virgil nudges Logan.

“Hey, L, can you get the popcorn?” Virgil asks and Logan nods. He rises to his feet, before cupping Virgil’s cheeks softly, their lips meeting just briefly before he pulls away.

“As you wish, my starlight.” Virgil breaks out into a blush as he watches Logan retreat into the kitchen and the friend group breaks off into chatter.

“I knew it!” Roman says.

“That’s the worst lie I’ve heard in a while,” Janus snipes, “Let’s be real, Roman, you had no idea.”

“Awww, you guys,” Patton coos at an embarrassed looking Virgil, “Why didn’t you say anything? This is so sweet!”

“The emo nightmare and the nerd are screwing!”

“REMUS!” Several voices screech, but Logan’s riding the wave of emotion far too much to pay much mind to what’s going on in the next room, especially when Virgil sneaks up behind him and wraps him in an embrace, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“You little shit,” Virgil mutters affectionately, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Nice reference.”

“Thank you,” Logan says, turning around in his arms with a bright smile.

Logan knows he still has a long way to go in terms of understanding his emotions and acclimating to being in a relationship, but he’s sure this is a good start. Virgil thinks so too, kissing him in the kitchen until Remus walks in and wolf-whistles and the movie begins. Logan and Virgil hold each other the whole way through, their smiles unwavering.

=+=

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#Sanders Sides #human au #analogical #romantic analogical #Logan sanders #Virgil Sanders #fluff #Logan is bad at emotions #but that's ok Virgil loves him anyhow #Logan is trying his best #Remus Roman Pat and Janus are in it for like 2 seconds #and they were roommates #oh my god they were roommates!#roommate!Analogical #established couple #exhaustedfander writes #exhaustedfander

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highonchocolate · 3 years

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Take Two: The Guardian in Gotham Chapter 15

First Previous Next Ao3

“Spots off.” She muttered, face mashed into the soft mattress. Maybe if I just stay like this, I'll eventually sink low enough to become one with my bed. She thought, steadfastly ignoring the disapproval she felt radiating from her Kwami.

Stretching, her fingers fumbled for the switch on the lamp before she flicked it, filling the room with soft light.

Adrien's words looped through her mind.

Your leaving made Lila that much more comfortable with hanging off me!

Your leav一

Shut! Up! Shut up! It's not true. It's not my fault. It's not. It's not! She screamed, trying to drown out the dark voice in her mind repeating Adrien's words back to her again and again.

“Ugh, Tikki.” She groaned, words muffled by her pillow. “That was a disaster!”

She rolled into her back and stared at the dark ceiling, brain not comprehending her surroundings. Her mind was whirling with her body white一hot with embarrassment and anger.

“Ugh! I don't know why一He never hinted一I didn't know that he was feeling this way!” She waved her arms angrily above her face, trying to explain as she stumbled over her words.

“I don't know, Tikki,” she sighed, running a hand down her face.

“I guess I never realized exactly how much he's been through.” She looked down guiltily at the quiet, shameful admission. Becoming one with the bed sounds pretty appealing right now.

“I always assumed he was fine, he was always so happy, always joking around, how did I not see it?”

“Marinette, I think the both of you need to talk some things out.” Tikki told her, not bothering to mince their words. “You'd both been dancing around the deeper implications of your reveal ever since it happened last year, and it was bound to blow up in your faces after a while.”

“Honestly,” they confide, “I was expecting it to happen much sooner.”

“Tikki!” Marinette snapped, pushing herself into a sitting position and crossing her legs.

“Right, sorry.” They sobered up, flying forward to hover in front of her face. She locked eyes with them, her sad blue stare rising to meet that wise, ancient gaze.

“This lack of communication, and the unspoken words that lie between you will only serve to push you two farther apart. You are two halves of one whole, yin and yang, balance incarnate. As soulmates, it is your duty to support each other. The weaker your bond, the weaker you are inside.” Their eyes burned with intensity, asking her, begging her, to understand.

Marinette dropped her head into her palms, looking through her fingers at the soft red duvet beneath her. Her eyes burned with unshed tears. A white hot ball of anger tightened on her chest at the words of the Kwami. God, she was just so tired.

“Tired of what, Marinette?” Tikki asked. She must have spoken out loud, then.

At the question, she felt the tightly compressed ball of anger squeeze tighter, and tighter, and tighter, until一

She snapped.

“I'm so fucking tired of everything!” She lifted her head to glare at the ceiling, voice breaking as she struggled to reign in her tears.

“Tired of all the responsibility, the pressure, from everyone! From you! All anyone expects from me is perfection! God forbid I screw up, or I'll have all of you on my case! And let's not forget that I never asked for any of this in the first place!” She wiped furiously at her damp cheeks, batting away the warm paws reaching out to brush her cheeks.

“Don't touch me!”

She stood up in anger, face twisted with fury and sadness. “The only reason I'm here is because some old man decided that since I pulled him out of the middle of the road, I had to be a hero!”

She suddenly collapsed onto the floor as though the fight had been drained out of her, pressing her forehead to the smooth wood as her body shook with quiet sobs.

“I can't deal with all this pressure, Tikki,” she whispered, her hushed confession loud in the silent room. “All the一all the expectations...I just can't.”

“Oh Marinette…” Tikki cuddled close, humming comfortingly. “I'm sorry if I made it seem like a pressure or an expectation. But you do need to talk. And you both need to apologize. You said a lot of hurtful things一”

“Me?!” She interrupted, bolting upright onto her knees to stare incredulously at the Kwami. “Tikki! Why me?! You heard what he said! He said that since I left, Lila decided to feel him up more! How is that my fault?!”

“一to each other.” They finished, fixing her with an unimpressed look. “Wait to hear what I have to say before you jump to conclusions.”

She sat back on her heels, feeling chastised.

“And that isn't your fault. He was angry, you both were, so you lashed out at each other. Anger can make you especially cruel and vicious. Boo一hoo the poor rich baby didn't get some hugs from Daddy? Marinette, that was too far. Just like how him blaming you for Lila's actions was also uncalled for. He’s been through a lot, as have you. You both need to work this out.”

“I know.” She felt tears prick at her eyes again. Her anger had vanished, leaving a knot of guilt and shame in its wake. It was an ugly feeling, and she hated her situation so much in that moment.

Oh Adrien, what have we become?

“I know,” she repeated, glancing over at her friend. “We need to fix this, fix our relationship.”

Sighing, she flopped back into her bed. “But I hate being the bigger person.”

Tikki laughed quietly, flying over to her nightstand and coming back with her phone clutched in their paws. Marinette let out a small oof as they dropped it on her stomach.

“Text him.” They told her sternly, crossing their paws.

“I'm getting to it!” She retorted, opening up her phone. As she clicked on her messaging app, a notification popped up.

Adrien

Message [Now]

She clicked on it with some trepidation, opening up their chat.

Adrien

Hey [Sent 6:56 AM]

Hesitating, she glanced at Tikki, who nodded encouragingly. Her phone pinged again, and she turned her gaze to the screen.

You

Hey [Sent 6:56 AM]

Adrien

Im sorry for what I said [Sent 6:57 AM]

You

Im sorry for what I said too [Sent 6:57 AM]

She paused, considering the best way to word her thoughts.

You

Tikki thinks we should talk [Sent 6:57 AM]

(Adrien is typing…)

Adrien

Do you? [Sent 6:57 AM]

She inhaled sharply at the question, mulling it over in her head. Did she really want to talk about it?

Nodding to herself, she typed out her reply.

You

Yes [Sent 6:58 AM]

Adrien

Over the phone or in person? [Sent 6:58 AM]

She tapped out a reply, deleted it, and then retyped it.

You

Phone is easiest [Sent 6:58 AM]

Adrien

Okay [Sent 6:58 AM]

When? [Sent 6:58 AM]

You

Not right now [Sent 6:58 AM]

It's pretty early over here [Sent 6:59 AM]

Maybe in a few hours? [Sent 6:59AM]

Adrien

Okay [Sent 7:00 AM]

As if on cue, her alarm started blaring. With a sigh, she turned it off, pushing herself off the bed and making her way into the bathroom on tired limbs to start the day.

一一一

After the portal had closed in a flare of blue, Adrien had swore loudly and kicked the wall in front of him. Cursing at the new pain flaring from his foot, he transformed and returned to the Agreste Mansion, immediately turning and collapsing onto his bed. Staring at the ceiling, he’d let their argument from earlier loop through his head.

一don't have time to deal with your little temper tantrums!一

一stop acting like you're a saint一

一pull-down chart of my schedule一

一count on one hand一

一get over yourself!一

一you left一

一take all the hits for you!一

一can't deal with this right now一

His ears had felt like they had been stuffed with cotton; he heard nothing but static. He saw his vision blur, felt something warm trail down both cheeks. He vaguely registered that his chest was heaving as he gasped for breath, but it all seemed insignificant compared to what he had done barely thirty minutes ago.

What have you done What have you done What have you done一

He heard a faint, panicked voice calling his name, sounding as though it came from far, far away. He latched onto the sound, using it to pull himself back to full consciousness.

“一Kid? Kid? Adrien!” Plagg hovered in front of him, whiskers twitching agitatedly.

“Plagg?” He had rasped, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Yeah kid, what’s wrong?”

“I think I messed up, Plagg,” his voice broke on another sob, and he brought his shaking palms to his face to wipe away the tears staining his face.

“Kid…” The Kwami had looked pained, flying over at his admission to rub their head against his in comfort.

“Adrien…”

They paused, trying to phrase their words properly.

“What happened back there wasn’t just your fault. Both you and Pigtails were angry at each other, and at what has been happening, and it all erupted. Like Mount Vesuvius, way back when.”

It was a lame joke, and a terrible analogy, but it coaxed a hoarse laugh out of the teenager’s hunched form.

“I just...I feel really bad Plagg, but I also don’t regret telling her some of that stuff.” He confessed, looking down at his lap.

“Okay…” They said slowly, “You said you don’t regret telling Pigtails some things. What do you regret telling her?”

At the question, leaf green eyes had once again filled with sparkling tears, rolling down his cheeks with trails of silver. “I一I said that Lila harassing me was her fault! But it’s not! It’s nobody’s fault but Lila’s! How could I have just said that to her, Plagg?” He asked desperately, looking sadly up at the Kwami.

“Aw, kid, sometimes when you’re mad, you say things you don’t mean just so that you can hurt the other person. You feel ugly and mean, and you take it out on them.” Plagg gazed at him solemnly, trying to convey their thoughts.

“...When did you get so wise, Plagg?” Adrien had asked, a sad smile playing across his face.

“Kid, I was always wise,” they retorted, smirking at him. “My wisdom just chooses to show itself every century or so.”

‘Well, what does your infinitely wise self think I should do, then?” Adrien asked, falling backwards onto the bed with a sigh.

“Apologize.” Plagg said bluntly, nodding towards his phone where it lay on his desk. “She said a lot of cruel things to you, but sometimes it’s best to forgive.”

“I guess.” He had sighed, sliding off the bed to grab his phone. Unlocking it, he smiled down at his wallpaper, a selfie of the five of them in the park, before opening up his messaging app. He clicked on Marinette’s contact and then froze, fingers stilling over the lit screen. What do I say?

Plagg curled up on his shoulder in silent support, nuzzling him softly.

You

Hey [Sent 12:56 PM]

He looked over at Plagg, eyes wide. “I just sent it. And it was the stupidest text ever.”

“Did you apologize?” They asked, looking at his phone screen.

“No!” He had yelled, sounding panicked.

“Quick, say you’re sorry!” The Kwami urged, nudging him insistently.

As he began typing, his phone vibrated with a notification.

Marinette

Hey [Sent 12:56 PM]

“Apologize!’ They hissed as he fumbled for the send button.

“I’m trying to send it!”

“Let me proofread it!”

“Get off, Plagg!”

You

I'm sorry for what I said [Sent 12:57 PM]

Marinette

I'm sorry for what I said too [Sent 12:57 PM]

(Marinette is typing…)

She said she’s sorry too!”

“I’m right here kid, I can see it myself.” The Kwami had responded drily. “Now ask her about that conversation.”

“Calm down, I will!” He said, typing out a question.

“Oh wait hold on, she already asked.”

Marinette

Tikki thinks we should talk [Sent 12:57 PM]

He read the text, feeling his doubt rising. He didn’t care if Tikki wanted to talk he did, he wanted to know what she thought! Did she not want to? Is that why she said only Tikki wanted them to talk?!

You

Do you? [Sent 12:57 PM]

(Marinette is typing…)

Marinette

Yes [Sent 12:58 PM]

He exhaled in relief, his shoulders loosening.

You

Okay [Sent 12:58 PM]

When? [Sent 12:58 PM]

Marinette

Not right now [Sent 12:58 PM]

It's pretty early over here [Sent 12:59 PM]

Maybe in a few hours? [Sent 12:59 PM]

You

Okay [Sent 1:00 PM]

Adrien sighed and shut off his phone, glancing at the time as he plugged it into the charger. 12:17 AM. It had been eleven hours since their conversation, and Marinette still hadn’t called. Logically, he knew that there was a time difference, and that it was around six in the evening for Marinette, but that didn’t keep him from getting antsy. With another glance at the clock, he clicked play on the next episode of Avatar, settling in to watch as Zuko and Sokka infiltrated the Boiling Rock.

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Fallen From Grace

A/N: Hi this is my first time writing anything like a/b/o dynamic stuff, so be kind, I’ve been reading a lot lately and I’m quite liking it. I’m hoping to make this a series, just gonna test the waters and see how this goes.

Series Summary: Before the incident she was one of the most powerful Alphas on the Avengers team; admired, idolised and possibly feared, nothing could stand in her way. However, after a mission goes terribly wrong, and she is brutally attacked, the injuries she sustains take all of her Alpha strength, reducing her status to a weakened Omega. By the way of nature, the team can’t help but treat her in a completely new way. Especially her two closets friends, who now see her in a whole new light.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Bucky Barnes X Reader

Series Warning: a/b/o dynamics (and the fun stuff that comes with that!), strong language, sexual content (smut is coming much later, and there will be added warnings on those chapters), fluff, angst, manipulation, corporal punishment (18+ only readers)

Part One// Part Two// Part Three// Part Four// Part Five// Part Six// Part Seven// Part Eight// Part Nine// Part Ten// Part Eleven// Part Twelve// Part Thirteen//

Part Fourteen:Let’s Talk About Pups Baby

Chapter Warnings: Angry!Stucky, Dub-Con, Sexual Themes, Dirty Talk, Orgasm Denial, Mentions of Breeding-(for some reason I went smutty, and I’m kinda not sorry about it) (18+ Only)

Word Count: 1.7k (a little short, but that’s because I wasn’t expecting the smut) #storyofmylife

After a few more hours of observation, Dr Cho discharged you, with strict instructions to rest, she gave Steve and Bucky, a bottle of antibiotics to help clear up any further infections.

You were now sat on the couch, wedged in between your two Alphas, your head leaning on Steve, whilst you held Bucky’s arm in your lap. They had wrapped you up in a blanket, once they had got you home, because you complained that you didn’t smell like them anymore. And they stuck on your favourite show, and sat with you peacefully.

“How you feeling, honey?” Steve asked you, craning his neck, and pushing some hair from your face.

“Better,” you mumbled, eyes not leaving the screen.

“Do you need anything; water, the bathroom...” Steve trailed off, giving your head a quick kiss.

“Just cuddles.” you say pressing yourself tighter into Steve, and squeezing Bucky’s arm. But then your stomach rumbled a little.

“Are sure you don't want anything, little one.” Bucky, questioned you once again, hearing the sound your stomach just made.

“Maybe I’m alittle, hungry.” mumble into the skin of Bucky’s arm.

“What do you wanna eat, sweetheart?” Bucky asked you, giving your hand a little squeeze.

“Erm..pizza?” you asked hopefully.

“Only if you’re gonna eat the one with broccoli on?”

“Ew.” you protested, scrunching your face up.

“No, not ew.” Steve said pointedly, but with a smile.

“Yes, it is. Who likes broccoli on pizza. It’s a crime of nature.” you over-exaggerate.

“It’s healthy, baby girl.” Bucky corrected, “you haven’t been eating a lot of green things recently.”

“Yeah, because who likes green things?”

“Alphas, like green things. So that means Omegas eat green things.” Steve explained.

“But they’re gross.” you spit, sticking your tongue out.

“They’re good for you. And we need to keep you nice and healthy.” Bucky says, as he lifts himself from the couch, making his way to the fridge to see what he could find.

“Why.” you complain, shrinking into the couch further, pulling Steve’s arm across you to hide behind.

“Why what, darlin? Why do you we need to keep you healthy?” Steve smiles, stroking his thumb over your thigh.

“Why everything?” you say dramatically, flopping your head back onto the couch, making Steve chuckle at your silliness.

“Well, we're your Alphas, so we gotta take care of you. That means, keeping you clean, keeping you healthy, and keeping you happy.” Steve nuzzled his nose into your hair.

“Well I’m not happy, when I have to eat veggies.” you huffed.

“Well, that is something we can’t help, baby.” Bucky sighs, as he begins to cut up some cucumber, “we have to keep you healthy, if you’re gonna give us pups.”

You sit up straight when Bucky says that word. Pups. No, no pups. Your life plan did not include pups. Well it didn’t include, becoming an Omega, but pups you could help prevent.

“What pups?” you ask, looking between Steve and Bucky.

“Our pups, honey.” Bucky says, without even turning round.

“Who said anything about having pups?” you begin to panic, Steve grips your thigh, initially you think out of reassurance, but as you look into his eyes, you realise it is more out of possession.

“It was going to happen eventually, Y/N.” Steve said darkly, “it’s what you’re made for.”

“No, no I wasn’t. I was born an Alpha.” you see Steve flinch a little, when you bring up your past status.

“Well, you aren't anymore, the sooner you start to realise that, the better it’ll be for you.” Bucky says through gritted teeth, his hands begin to move more aggressively along the chopping board.

“I don't want to have pups.” you defy, dropping your head a little, when a low growl, rumbles from Steve’s chest.

“Baby, we have bonded with you now, which means you are ours.” Bucky growls, you jump when he throughs the knife down, on the side.

“But I don’t want pups, if I have pups I can’t go on missions anymore.” you try to reason, tears brimming at your ducts.

“You aren't going on any missions any more, Y/N.” Steve revealed, you shuffle away from them in fear.

“What...why not?” you ask hesitantly, your lower lip beginning to quiver.

“Because it’s too risky, and we want you safe, and home.” Bucky established turning back to you. His eyes were just like Steve’s, pupils blown, with their fists clenched.

“But Wanda gets to go on missions, and you don't see Vision, trying to stop her.” you yell, the anger over taking your fear.

“That is her Alpha’s decision, Y/N.” Steve seethed. Gritting his teeth.

“And what’s your’s? Gonna keep me locked in this room in a perpetual state of pregnancy, taking care of all your spawn, whilst you’re away fighting missions?” you spit, you were standing now. You wobbled slightly, when your head spun, from the sudden movement, but you were able to steady yourself. Your glare switching between the two equally as enraged Alphas.

“Baby we’ve decided that, one of us will always be home with you. You’ll never be left alone, with the pups.” Steve explained.

“Wait, so you've been planning this. So, when were you planning on telling me?” you shriek.

“We want you safe, Y/N. Ever since you became our Omega, even before we bonded, we knew we wanted you to protect you, and we wanted you to carry our pups. We remembered what you said when you were an Alpha, and how you never thought you wanted to have pups.”

“Yeah, and still don't.”

“But that was before us, my love. Before you became ours. Now we know that you were meant for us. We never thought we could find an Omega, strong enough to handle the both of us, but then you came along, and we just knew you were made for us.”

“And if that means we have to lock you in this room, then yeah, sure. If that’s what it takes to keep you safe, and give you the loving family you deserve.” Bucky roared. Your knees trembled slightly, your head was spinning. From both rage, and weakness. You were still recovering from a near lethal infection. But you wanted your point to be known.

“I don't want pups, I’ve never wanted pups. The thought of pushing something, this big...” you held your hands about the width of a shoe box to emphasises your argument. “...out of something this small.” you point to your crotch, shuddering at the thought, and unable to finish your analogy.

Steve and Bucky stood shoulder to shoulder now, you backed away, in fear of what they were gonna do to you. You back away until you hit the wall on the opposite side. They lift an arm each do it’s either side of your head, trapping you in place.

“Listen, Omega.” Steve ordered, “Look up, at your Alphas.” you kept your eyes fixed on a spot on the floor. You’re Omega-self, cowering, willing you to look up, but you hold your ground.

“Look at us, Omega.” Steve grabs your jaw roughly, pushing your face up so that you can see the blazing anger in their eyes.

“You belong to us.” you glance down, as you feel Bucky’s hand ghosting over the only item of clothing you had on, an oversized t-shirt.

“You do as we tell you.” he continues to hold you firmly, as you began to squirm, trying to move away from Bucky’s fingers which had now, pulled your panties down. Your face went red with shame, when his fingers feel the outside of your pussy lips, the sound of how wet you arm, can be heard all round the room.

“You see, baby, this is why we get confused. Here you are telling us that you don't want our pups, yet...” Bucky pushes a single finger into your dripping core, you whimper at the feeling of his cold digit, “your greedy, little Omega pussy, is dripping at the thought.”

He slowly pumps his finger in and out of you, whilst Steve forces you to look at him.

“Please stop.” you tried to squeak, but it just morphs into a moan, when Bucky adds a second finger.

“You want him to stop, baby?” you tried to nod your head, but the feeling of his fingers inside of you, is too much to say no to. You just moan in response.

“Yeah, didn’t think so. The same when you said you don't want our pups.” you gasp when you feel, Steve push his own two fingers into you, the feeling of four fingers stretching your walls, nearly has you coming.

“No, Alpha. I want your pups.” you yield, the Omega instinct taking control. Removing any doubts or objections that you had, as your mind is completely over come by pleasure.

“Yeah, baby girl. You wanna be filled with our pups. Wanna see that little belly of your’s all swollen for us?” Bucky teases you, his words sounding like liquid gold, as they float through your brain.

“Yes, Daddy. I wanna be full with your pups.” you start to pant, as your orgasm is fast approaching.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart?” Steve asked, he already knew the answer, by the way your pussy contracted around his fingers.

“Yes, Daddy please, please let me cum?” you begged, trying to hold it, waiting for their permission like a good, little Omega.

“No.” Bucky says, and you nearly sob, when they suddenly remove their finger’s from you, and walked away.

“Daddy, please.” you whimper, your orgasm slowly fluttering away, as the wetness between your legs craved release.

“No, baby girl. You were naughty, and you upset, Daddy. So no, this is your punishment. You don't get to cum for two weeks.” you nearly pass out when he says his final number. Two weeks, you couldn't go two weeks without cumming.

“I can’t do that, please Daddy.” you chase after them, your hand going between your legs, in an attempt to apply some friction. It is roughly removed, and placed in a death grip, that makes you wince, from Bucky’s arm.

“Yes you can, and you will. Two weeks, baby. Then you’re back in heat, then you can cum as much as you want. And we’re gonna fill you with our pups.” Bucky concluded.

“Now I think you need a cold shower.”

A/N: Okay that was unexpectedly smutty, didn’t think I was gonna go down that path but...oh well, just means there might be double smut, coming up!

Part Fifteen... coming soon!

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