#Tried to write everything out so that it was easily translatable but let me know if something needs clarification!

[bookish-library]

Love letter to languages that are not English (as a native English speaker).

Your languages are so cool. Not only cool, but they are also so pretty, hearing people speak Spanish, or French, or Portuguese sounds like something out of this world in the best way possible.

To Spanish speakers: (personas que hablan Español)

Gosh yall sound amazing. From the incredible feat of rolling your "r's" (as someone who cannot no matter how hard I try) to how your letters interact in a way that English wishes it could, yall sound beautiful. The way of describing things is so beautiful, especially in song, everything is so romantic and described in a way that english cannot achieve. Your different ways to say "I love you", the weight each one of them carries, how your language bonds you together, strangers or no. I have been learning Spanish for around 4 years now, and I cannot get enough of it. Your music (I love Missa and Evan Craft) and the beautiful lyricism has me nearly in tears sometimes, yall have a way of saying things that english songs don't. I love the Spanish language and all that comes with it.

To French speakers: (personnes qui parle francais)

Your language is on a whole 'nother level because wow. Between the one pronunciation sound of about 7 different words that somehow all almost sound the same yet mean vastly different words and the way your words are built, English could never come close lol. Yall somehow have the ability to make noises within words and vowels that my mouth simply does not understand how to do (not from lack of trying), and yall someone manage to sound fierce, gentle, and graceful within one word. Your language is kicking my butt on duolingo lol, but it is worth it to try and learn this language. I first got into French because of Miraculous Ladybug, and yalls music is so fun. I love papa ou te [I think I spelled that right], as well as songs by Lnni Kim.

To the Portugese speakers: (pessoas que falam portugues)

Yall are so cool. Your language sounds like a friend you have not seen in a long time, but are finally meeting them once more, and they have changed, but they are still the friend you know. You've got vowels that english would have to amalgamate other vowel to even try and achieve a semblance, and you've got wayyyy more curses than english does lol. Your language reminds me of if French and Spanish had a really cool kid, that kid would be Portugese. It's rapid-fire fast, and yet somehow takes each step with grace. I cannot wait to learn this language, to attempt to wrap my head around this beautiful language.

This next part is just personal reflection

The qsmp has allowed me to learn so much about the world around me. I am finding that I can understand Spanish so much faster than I could before, and while I may not be the best speaker, just being able to listen and understand is such a fun experience. Though I do not know portugese, my experience with Spanish has allowed me to get a glimpse into this language, especially with watching Cellbit and Roier interact. Being able to at least slightly keep up with their rapid fire conversations feels like such an achievement to me, and has def inspired me to try and learn portugese one day. I am trying to learn French right now, because of traveling to France for irl events soon, and I want to be able to interact with people on their own turf. French is kicking my butt lol, but to be able to pick up words here and there on streams, or to understand bits and pieces of the songs I am singing is such a fun feeling. Getting to hear other songs that have such different rhythms, instruments, or tone is so cool, and if anyone has any reccomendations in any language, I would love to hear them. (Une fille de soleil by Lou and Adryano is a favorite, especially since it blends french and spanish) Qsmp is such an amazing project, and I love every time the cc's get into discussions about their language, or trade slang, or teach each other words. So excited to continue this language journey!

#Sorry if I misspelled anything or missed accents #my keyboard hates me and the only language I can speak confidently (ish) is Spanish 😅 #I just love this server and what it has done so much #This is brought to you by watching coco en Español and marveling at the beauty of the lyrics and what they mean #(El latido de mi corazon I'm looking at you) #Qsmp #For the library #Language discussion #Tried to write everything out so that it was easily translatable but let me know if something needs clarification! #And if anyone wants to talk in any other language #They are welcome! #Learning new things especially something as personal as a language is such an honor and so much fun #I spent like 30 min writing this lol no regrets

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 𝐰/ 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐆𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬

Summary ➳ Daryl is so Lady Gaga coded, her songs fit him so well. (I might expand more on this and I would love to see your guys interpretations!!)

(A/n) ➳ There is going to be a Assassin’s Creed Rogue content here and on my AO3!! I ain’t publishing any series until I finish JUDAS, that I can promise you guys. I also wasn’t sure if this isn’t a one-shot…

Word Count ➳ 500

Content Warnings ➳ Gender Neutral Reader/No use of (Y/n), EACH ARE SEPARATE SITUATIONS, Sexual content, oral (M), pervert Daryl, FWB Relationship/Toxic Relationship, consensual recording/photo taking, emotional affair, angst, mentions of death…

BAD ROMANCE

Early seasons, Daryl refuses to communicate, he fears relationships. It’s during an apocalypse, you can’t be hoping onto false hope and you’re gonna have to face that your loved one(s), will die. There’s no if ands or buts.

But Daryl can’t notice (refuses to) how much you love him. You don’t care what’s going on in the world, you want his cold heart, his love.

Or as Lady Gaga said. “I want your love. I want your revenge. You and me could write a bad romance.”

ALEJANDRO

Before the outbreak, you’ve had numerous of bad lovers in your past, and in the end, you always found yourself in the arms and bed of your best friend, Daryl Dixon. He was always up for the chance to get back at your exes and he enjoyed it.

Especially when he got the chance to record you taking his cock, of course he’d never share them without your consent. He’s happy that he’s the only one who gets to do it.

But Daryl catching feelings for you was something you didn’t expect and it made you realize that you didn’t want him as he wanted you. You tried to explain that it wasn’t going to work and when you tried to put some distance between you and him, he was having none of it. He wasn’t going to let you go so easily.

Or as Lady Gaga said. “And I know that you may love me but I just can’t be with you like this anymore.”

JUDAS

I know I’m already writing about JUDAS but hear me out!! You had a relationship with Daryl. You left and found someone better, you thought your life was finally on track until your ex appeared again and your feelings resurfaced. Daryl made it clear to your significant other who he was and you tried to remain strong for them but you couldn’t.

It was true that you still loved the man who betrayed you many times. You hated his grin, his hair, his eyes, everything about him angered you. But you couldn’t understand why Daryl had you wrapped around his finger.

Or as Lady Gaga said! “I wanna love you but something’s pulling me away from you. Jesus is my virtue and Judas is the demon I cling to!”

PAPARAZZI

One thing Daryl enjoyed was a cigarette. Don’t matter when and where. He could be hanging around you and he’d light one up, taking a blow job from you, after sex, during sex. Name a time and place and he’s most likely done already.

And then when he was gifted a camera, he immediately knew how to use it, catching you in all sorts of poses. You smoking his cigarette, taking his cock, a clear photo of your chest and ass. The two of you have photos of each other and when he was able to find a working recorder, you know he enjoyed filming you.

Or as Lady Gaga Said. “Need that picture of you, it’s so magical.”

© Intoxicated-Chan 2024, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission.

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[cerise-on-top]

Giving König a Bracelet to Help with His Anxiety

@puff0o0 Hey, I'm the anon who said they'd write this! I know you deleted that ask, which is why I'm not really sure if you care about this anymore in the first place, so if this bothers you, just tell me and I'll delete it! Either way, I hope it's enjoyable enough and thank you for the idea!

From the doorway you watched the behemoth go about his day, with him currently picking out the food he would like to make. From what you could see, both options he weighed seemed to have been some form of pasta, although his large frame did cover the picture of the second bag. With a sigh, he put down one of them, the winner seemingly being noodles with broccoli sauce.

“I hoff meim Liebling werdn’s schmecken. Guad sans jo eigentlich scho.”

Fascinating, he was speaking his mother tongue again, but seemingly in the way where no machine translator in the world could help you. Strange as it was, to have been so confident in what little German you did know, there were many times you failed to understand him, but that’s what made it all the more charming as well. Either way, dialect or not, you had something else planned, something transcending language.

Creeping up to him, like a benevolent shadow, you took the piece of jewelry out of your pocket, holding it in your hand as you gave it another quick glance. It should fit him, but hopefully, it won’t pinch him too much. Seemingly distracted by the packet of noodles, or maybe he was just playing along with you, it was hard to tell, you stood behind him, not making a move. It was a bit ironic in your eyes: The gift you had gotten him takes its bearer’s anxiety and cleanses it, yet here you were, worried he might not like it. It still wasn’t too late to go back, or maybe leave it somewhere for him to find. Which, however, would make way for another problem, mainly that he would think it belonged to you when such couldn’t be further from the truth. You were certain König was a different man on the battlefield, fierce, frightening, fatal, but when it came to domestic things, he seemed a bit lost.

He was a sweetheart to you at all times, very aware of his strength and how easily he could hurt you by accident. He’s cracked several eggs on his hand instead of inside the frying pan, he’s even broken glass by holding it. And even then, the problem wasn’t the splitters in his hand, he was more worried about you being mad at him for breaking it. The guilt in his eyes was something else as you patched him up.

“I don’t deserve someone like you.”

And every time anew, you would tell him:

“Who said that?! Who do I need to cuddle the sadness out of?!”

Stupid as it was, it would always make him smile. But you couldn’t always be there with him, reassure him that everything was going to be alright. You probably didn’t need to, but you couldn’t help but want to, no matter what. For as scared as you were this time, you had to bite the bullet, let it be known that you loved and cared for him, even got him something. “Honey?”

“Oh, you’re back home. I am so glad to see you, I was just about to make dinner. Say, do you like broccoli?”

König turned to face you, his slight excitement was evident in his voice, the fact he tried to swallow it down even more so. It was adorable how his eyes almost glistened in the artificial light just because he was looking at you instead of pasta instructions now.

Softening your grip on the small bracelet, you hadn’t even realized you were gripping tightly enough to cause pain, you put your other hand on top of it, making sure to conceal it entirely. This was all or nothing. “I, uh, got you something. Can I have your arm for a moment, please?”

“Naturally.” Taking the pack of pasta into his other hand, he extended his arm towards you. It never ceased to amaze you just how big it was, his hand, too. He could likely take someone’s skull and crush it using just one. But in that moment, all it did was hang there, giving you the opportunity to attach the bracelet. That you did, putting the hook through the loop to make sure it wouldn’t fall off.

“There we go.”

König lifted his arm towards his face, inspecting the little accessory closely. While he wasn’t quite sure what those pretty crystals were, he could make an educated guess, having listened to you talk about them from time to time. The purple one, he was sure, he could make out fairly easily, the faintly pink one made his gears turn for a moment. “...amethyst and rose quartz? Is that what those are?”

“Oh, you actually remembered.” Taken aback for a second, you recovered quickly enough, taking his arm into your hands. You ran your thumb over the back of his hand. “But yes, that’s what they are. Good job, König, that makes me really happy.” Flashing him a smile, you took a shaky breath. “I got you this because it will help with your anxiety, though it seems like I should have one myself, haha. The amethyst calms the mind and the rose quartz will soothe the heart. But generally speaking, rose quartz will also help you when you can’t sleep at night. I want this to be yours so you will be well wherever you are.”

König’s eyes widened for a moment, breaking eye contact with you to look at the bracelet instead. It was absolutely gorgeous, a reminder from you that everything will be alright, no matter when or where he may be. Softly, he rubbed your arm with his free hand before pulling you into a hug. You couldn’t complain, he was tall, strong and warm. It calmed your senses, feeling his arms wrap around you, as he muttered his gratitude to you.

“Danke, Schatzi, ich hab dich so so lieb, du hast ja gar keine Ahnung.”

That German seemed to be easier to understand than what he said about the noodles earlier.

“I love you too. Be well and come back to me always, alright? Do you promise you will do that for me?”

You pulled away from the hug, putting a hand on König’s cheek while caressing it gently with your thumb.

“Yes, of course.”

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“I hoff meim Liebling werdn’s schmecken. Guad sans jo eigentlich scho.” = "I hope my darling will like it. They are normally pretty good."

#cod #cod mw2 #könig x reader #könig mw2 #also this has some Austrian German in it because I do believe he would speak it when talking to himself #and also because I could #just a bit nervous about posting this #Shrimp if you're reading this: thank you for the idea but also sorry for bothering you

[streets-in-paradise]

Chucky headcanons: Charles finding out you are being harassed at your workplace (requested)

Warnings: Implied sexual harassment leading to assault and Chucky avenging the reader. The description of the abuser was especified by the requester.

Notes: I didn't properly proofread this cause i'm finishing writing from my phone and i don't have my translator on it. Also, this is the first male reader request i got and i hope i'm doing it justice :) My inspiration for this were bits of the series and the Curse deleted scene where Chucky kills Daniel. Despite being two different versions of Chucky at different points of the franchise, i found both usefull to imagine this.

-At first you were very afraid to tell Chucky of what was happening to you. You know he has volatile, violent reactions and you were afraid of what that could unleash.

-Your abuser was a coworker and it all started in little hints, jokes going a bit too far and confusing episodes that left you feeling like it all could be a misunderstanding.

-The accumulation of those ' misunderstandings' changed your perception and you started to be very afraid of being left alone with him. You were feeling constantly surveiled and terrified but the source of your fear was completely invisible to everyone arround you.

-The creepy old dude harassing you was a long term employee everyone knew. Even you were deceived by him at first, at least untill he started getting too " friendly" with you.

-Chucky perceived something was wrong. Not that you have allways been super passionate about your work, but he could tell you didn't want to go there anymore. You would allways deny every of his attempts to point out you weren't alright. He just wanted to help, but you wouldn't let him.

-He may not be the best talking about feelings, but he is very protective and he hates to see you suffering. You may think he didn't, but he realized you are terrified. He knows the signs of fear in a victim too well to not spot those.

-In the first discussions your position oscilated between denying everything and begging him not to interfere because you needed the job, but the situation kept escalating untill reaching a point of no return.

-You were supposed to pick up a few boxes from the warehouse. While you were searching for the stuff you didn't realized you were being followed inside. You ended up completely alone with your abuser and he cornered you, taking advantage of your shock, then easily overpowered you.

-That was the moment in which you knew it had to stop. As soon as you could you reached the phone to call Chucky.

-You tried to explain yourself, but couldn't get into details. All he heard clearly was your wrecked voice begging him to come pick you up.

- It was the sign he was waiting for. Not that Chucky needed any permission to do it, but he didn't want to upset you and he had been craving to step in for so long.

- Only that his intervention could have one single possible end and you were aware of it, which was the cause of your refusal. Chucky wouldn't just scare him, he was not going to let the job unfinished.

- He had killed for way less, you could be sure he was 100% ready to get revenge in your name.

-By that moment he was aware. He has passed by your workplace a few times and had seen the dude. You wouldn't have to tell him anything for him to spot your " friendly " coworker is a creep, he could smell it from a mile away.

- Chucky has been stalking the place behind your back, learning his schedule and following him outside to figure out his after work habits. He had it in mind all along.

- " Don't worry, I'm coming for ya." He interrupted your rambling on the phone with macabre excitement. " ... I got you, let me handle it."

-You stoicly endured the rest of your shift with the only comfort of knowing he would show up, but it was taking too long.

- He was going after your abuser, following him out. They already knew each other and he wouldn't suspect of anything when approached.

- During the last moments of his life he made him experience the exact kind of powerlessness he made you feel. Chucky utilized his trusting appearance to deceive him into keeping a lower guard, followed him like a shadow and cornered him in a spot where no one could hear him.

- " This goes for (y/n). Did you think you were gonna get away with it, you piece of shit? Is that what gets you going? " He mockfully asked him ríght after the first stab. " Well this is what gets ME going and you ain't messing with him anymore"

- The lifeless body of your attacker was still in the trunk of his car when he arrived to pick you up.

- It was his surprise for you and that night you helped him dump it in the river.

#chucky #chucky 2021 #charles lee ray #chucky x reader #charles lee ray x reader #chucky headcanons #chucky x male reader

[kwanisms]

Kinkuary 07 Yeosang — degradation // panties

➥ dom!Yeosang × brat!Reader summary: Yeosang hates it when his girlfriend talks back so he decides to shut her up so he can use her without her running her mouth like the little brat she is. wc: 3.8k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, sexual content (minors dni!): dom!Yeosang, bratty!Reader, degradation (use of slut, whore, dirty/naughty girl, bitch, etc), Yeosang goes feral when the reader wears his favorite lingerie, use of panties as a gag, fingering, protected sex (reader is on birth control), a couple spanks, some hair pulling, Yeosang goes hard and rough but the aftercare is incredible and the post nut snuggles are 👌🏻 Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped @dejavernon Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @drunk-on-dk @violagoth @mixling-blog Ateez taglist: @2hodefender @babyhailey819 @foxylilbitch @rdiamond2727 @indigo35 @sanjoongie @moonlightsora MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. Join the taglist!

a/n: i didnt mess up this time and remembered to finish editing the whole thing! Lmao anyway I almost made this a dom!Reader but I suck at writing those because I've never dommed in my life lmao plus, the idea of being a brat to Yeosang and having him shove my panties in my mouth to shut me up is top tier in my honest opinion. But don't worry, there will be more dom!Reader content later this month! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?”

Yeosang sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes.

‘I love my girlfriend. I love my girlfriend,’ he told himself repeatedly in his head.

And it was true. He really did love you. You were one of the few people in the world that truly understood him.

It was rare for him to find someone who understood his humor, or could relate to him on a deeper level than whether or not they like pancakes or waffles more.

He’d never met someone he wanted to spend hours upon hours talking to about anything and everything until he met you.

He’d have to send Wooyoung another thank you card for bringing you to him.

Your existence was truly a blessing to Yeosang, but sometimes it was a curse.

Particularly when you were being a brat. Like right now.

God, when you acted like a brat, it drove Yeosang up the wall but he wasn’t above putting you in your place.

“Please, Y/N,” Yeosang tried again, attempting to be reasonable and not snap.

“Today is not the day to get on my bad side.”

He could see the way you tried to hide a smirk. ‘Goddamn it.’

“Oh really? And why is that?” you asked, sitting up on the bed in your shared bedroom.

Yeosang curled his fingers into his palms, balling his hands into fists.

You were really testing his patience today and he was over it.

“Y/N, honey, please. Just do this for me and don’t question me,” he asked, pleading with you to listen.

“Oh, breaking out the pet names now?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You really think that’s gonna sway me?”

‘Oh, that’s it.’

Yeosang moved in an instant, pushing you back onto the bed, climbing on top of you and hovering over you.

“I asked you nicely three times. You know what happens when you don’t listen?”

You tried to push him off you but he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head and pushing your thighs apart with his knee.

“Let me go,” you hissed, trying to pull free but he wasn’t going to give in easily.

“I’m gonna teach you a lesson,” he growled, sitting back and shifting as he pulled you up, dragging you over his lap until your ass was in front of him.

“Yeos-AAH!” You cried out as his hand made contact with your ass, the sound ringing out.

“Count,” he ordered. You looked over your shoulder at him. “No,” you replied defiantly. Yeosang’s eyes narrowed and he landed another smack on your ass.

You cried out again, skin tingling from the pain. “Stop it!” You tried wriggling in his grasp but Yeosang held you still. “If you won’t hold still, I’ll tie you down!” He growled. “I’d like to see you try!” You hissed.

Yeosang threw you back onto the bed, getting up and moving to the dresser that stood against the wall. He pulled out something long and red and before you had a chance to get away, he had both your wrists bound together with the red satin rope and was using the tail to tie you to the footboard.

“Let me go, Yeosang!” You said, pulling on the rope and trying to yank it free but knowing your boyfriend, he tied the knot too well for it to just come loose.

You looked up at him, watching the way his chest rose and fell with each labored breath. His hair was tussled, strands falling into his face. He combed his fingers through his hair, pushing the stray strands away.

“Now you should calm down,” he said, kneeling on the bed.

“Like hell I will!” You growled at him. You felt another sharp smack to your bottom, making you moan this time. “I told you I’d teach you a lesson,” he said, moving to kneel behind you. “What are you doing?” You asked, trying to look over your shoulder at him. You felt his hands on your hips, smoothing over your shorts.

“Did you know you’re soaked through your shorts?” Yeosang asked, eyeing the wet patch where your crotch was. “No I didn’t,” you protested.

“Then did you piss yourself?” He demanded. “No!”

Yeosang returned his gaze to your clothed pussy.

“Then let’s have a look,” he said, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and yanking them down with your underwear, exposing your obviously wet pussy to him.

“Yeosang!” You said indignantly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“So you’re telling me you aren’t wet right now?” He asked, inspecting you, bringing a finger to your clit and swiping over it, collecting some of your arousal.

Your body jolted at the sensation and you dropped your head, letting out a whimper.

You heard Yeosang chuckle from behind you. Your head snapped back up. “What’s so funny?” You asked.

“You are,” he said, smoothing his hand over your ass, admiring the marks from spanking you just moments ago.

“How am I funny?” You demanded, still trying to glance back at Yeosang.

You felt him get off the bed and tried twisting to see where he went.

Suddenly you felt his hand close around one of your ankles and tug, forcing you to fall onto the mattress and a yelp to erupt past your lips. With you stretched out, he removed your shorts and panties fully.

“You could have asked for my help!” you whined, rolling onto your side to look at him. Your eyes widened when you realized he was holding your panties in his hand, staring at them intently. His head turned slowly to gaze at you, making you feel smaller and like prey caught in a trap and a predator happened upon you.

“So you thought you’d just wear these and I wouldn’t find out?” Yeosang asked, his voice low as he walked around to the footboard of the bed. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your words failing you.

In his hand was a pair of black mesh panties. They were part of a set that Yeosang had claimed was his favorite one and one you knew he loved to see you wear. The back was made up of a complex mess of straps while the front was the mesh material. The matching bra, which you were indeed wearing, was the same black mesh with straps made from a soft black elastic,

Yeosang grabbed your shirt by the hem and pulled it over your head, letting it fall onto your arms.

“You were prepared,” he said admiring the black mesh and the way it looked against your skin.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” He asked. You shook your head. “No. My comfy set is in the wash,” you answered. It was the truth. Your comfiest set of underwear was in the wash and this was the next most comfortable.

“Sounds like a lie,” he said, walking back around to the side of the bed and climbing on behind you.

“It’s the truth!” You whined as he grabbed your hips and pushed you onto your stomach before he pulled you up onto your knees, keeping your chest pressed against the mattress.

Yeosang scoffed, not buying your explanation. “Uh-huh. Sure it is, slut,” he said. You opened your mouth to talk back but gasped when you felt him pull your ass back against him, grinding his hard erection into you.

He leaned over, a smirk on his face. “What, no witty comeback?” He asked before pressing a kiss to your shoulder and leaning closer to your ear. “Color?”

That was something you loved about Yeosang. No matter what role he slipped into, he made sure to check with you that you were okay. You’d both decided to use the color system in addition to a safeword. When he wasn’t sure whether or not to continue, he’d ask you for a color. Green for good, yellow for change, and red for stop.

“Green,” you whispered, trying to hide your smile as he pulled himself upright.

“God,” he said, looking down where your wet heat had rubbed against his pants, leaving a noticeable wet patch.

“You’re so wet that you could soak my pants,” he said, giving your hips a firm squeeze.

“I bet you’re so wet you could take my cock right now without any prep,” he added, moving his hands to your ass and spreading you so he could see your cunt unobstructed. “Wanna test it?” He asked, a hint of amusement to his voice.

“You wouldn’t,” you said, voice shaking. His hands were so close to where you wanted them yet so far from giving you any sort of friction.

“I wouldn’t?” Yeosang asked, fingers digging into your skin, nails leaving crescent shapes behind.

“You don’t have it in you,” you said, your words hitting him unprepared. “You’re so whipped for this pussy.”

Without a word, Yeosang shoved two fingers into your dripping cunt, making you gasp.

“You mean this pussy?” He asked, curling his fingers slightly, making you whimper. “The one I’m going to fuck until I’ve pumped it full of my cum? The one that only I get to fuck? That pussy?”

You moaned, walls clenching around his fingers. “The-ng- the only way you’re getting it is by tying me down, Yeosang,” you replied, your hands balling into fists as Yeosang slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you.

“To teach you a lesson,” he retorted. “You’re being such a damn brat.”

You let a giggle slip out as you pushed back into his hand and just as quickly as he filled your cunt with his fingers, he left it empty, making you whine.

“Only good girls get to cum,” he said, leaning over your back as he brought his fingers to your mouth. “Open.”

You turned your head, refusing to obey him. “Don’t make me ask again, Y/N,” he growled, grabbing your chin with the other hand and bringing his fingers to your lips. “Open your fucking mouth, slut.”

He held your chin in place as you reluctantly parted your lips, allowing him to push his fingers into your mouth and onto your tongue, making you taste yourself. “Clean them,” he barked. Rather than make a fuss as his fingers were already in your mouth, you obeyed, tongue swirling around his fingers and sucking your arousal off them.

Yeosang released your chin, pleased with your compliance but he knew it wouldn’t last. It never did with you.

You, who liked to push his buttons. You, who liked to talk back and make things much more difficult than they needed to be. You were defiant in every way and tonight, Yeosang would finally put you in your place. If that was with a rough fucking, then so be it.

You opened your mouth, tilting your head back to show him that you could listen. He pulled his fingers from your mouth. “See?” You said, eyes shutting, quite pleased with yourself. “I can listen when I want to,” you added.

“So it would seem,” Yeosang said softly, his fingers keeping your mouth open as he looked inside it.

Without warning, he shoved something into your mouth, causing you to cry out in shock and your eyes to open.

“Don’t you dare push that out,” he growled, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. The ferocity in his voice made your legs quiver, sending chills up your spine. He’d never been so rough before and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t excite you.

Yeosang waited for you to nod before his expression softened. “Green?” He asked softly. You nodded again and he let go of you.

“I’m gonna fuck that attitude out of you,” he said in that same tone from before.

You heard the sound of his belt and a zipper being pulled before a slight rustle of cloth. Assuming he pushed his pants down, you waited for him to enter you, bracing yourself as you felt the tip of his cock rub against you ever so slightly but made no move to push into you.

After a couple moments, you opened your mouth to ask what the hold up was but found yourself unable to speak as Yeosang suddenly rammed into you, a scream ripping from your throat.

“Oh that’s new,” Yeosang said with a chuckle. “I’ve never made you scream before.”

“Mmhhmm,” you moaned, the sound muffled by the panties stuffed in your mouth. Your walls clenched around him as you tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

“Have I rendered you speechless in one thrust?” He asked in a mockingly sweet tone. “Where’s that attitude now?”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond, even with the gag, before he started a punishing pace, his hips hitting your ass with each hard thrust. “I knew you’d take my cock easily,” he said, his breathing shaky as he continued to pound into you.

“Such a receptive little slut,” he purred, one hand tangling in your hair and pulling back, arching your back and making you moan again as his hips continued their assault. “Still green, baby?” He whispered near your ear, loosening his grip on your hair so you could nod quickly. “Good girl,” he said, a rare praise that made your heart swell and sent butterflies to your stomach.

His grip tightened and he pulled back again.

Moans left your mouth, muffled by your gag, with each hard thrust he gave you. His cock hit deeper than he’d ever hit before, making you see stars in your vision. You could feel something running down the inside of your thighs and assumed it was your own arousal. “F-fuuuck,” Yeosang groaned from behind you.

“You take my cock so well. Such a greedy little cunt you have,” he added, punctuating his sentence with a harsh thrust. He looked down where your bodies connected and was surprised to see how you’d gotten even wetter as he fucked you.

“Looks like you’re making a mess. You’re so fucking filthy,” he scoffed. “What a dumb, dirty little whore. You like being used like this?” He asked, leaning forward and pulling your head back to look up at him.

You were an absolute vision. Black panties shoved into your mouth, cheeks red and eyes glossed over. “Shit, look at you,” Yeosang said, a smirk forming on his face. “You love this, don’t you? Being tied up and letting me use this tight little hole, you just love it don’t you?”

You couldn’t respond, even if you didn’t have your panties in your mouth.

Yeosang's hips slowed to a stop, making you ask what he was doing, albeit in a very muffled voice.

When he didn’t answer, you pushed back against him, urging him to move. You felt his hand make contact with your ass cheek, your body reacting and a moan sounding from your throat.

“Are you that needy you have to fuck yourself on my cock? Can’t wait for me?”

You shook your head, knowing if he thought you didn’t need him to move, he’d make you do all the work.

Yeosang let out a growl, resuming the same unrelenting pace from before.

“You’re lucky I’m not in the mood to play,” he panted.

His hands held your hips, pulling you back to meet each thrust, making more muffled moans slip past your gag. You dug your fingers into the sheets, trying to ground yourself against his force.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Just sit there and take what I give you, stupid slut,” he growled.

Your head dropped, forehead resting against your forearms, eyes shutting as you lost yourself in the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls with each thrust, the head hitting your most sensitive spots. You weren’t going to last if he kept going like this.

“You falling asleep?” He asked, the dominant tone in his voice gone. It was replaced by pure concern.

You lifted your head, shaking it and putting his worry at ease.

“Green?” He asked, confirming you were still good. You nodded again.

“Good, I’m close. Are you close?” He whispered. You nodded with a moan, your walls squeezing him as your orgasm drew closer and closer.

Yeosang reached around your stomach, darting between your thighs and finding your clit and drawing circles in time with his thrusts. You let out a cry, body tensing as your climax started to wash over you. “That’s it, come for me,” Yeosang whispered, his lips inches from your ear. “Good girl. You did so well.”

The soft tone of his voice as he coaxed you through your orgasm had your mind reeling, thighs squeezing together as the aftershocks of your high rolled over you.

The constant convulsing of your cunt around his cock pushed Yeosang over the edge and he came inside you, filling your heat with his load as he continued to thrust erratically, fucking his cum further into you as a small amount spilled out of your used hole, rolling down your thighs and dripping onto the bed below.

“Fuck!” Yeosang growled, his hips finally stilling and his cock buried deep inside your already full cunt.

He pulled his hand away from your swollen and sensitive clit, pulling your panties from your mouth and tossing them somewhere in the room. He’d worry about them later.

“Talk to me baby,” he murmured, pressing light kisses to your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, body shaking as you tried to keep yourself up but your thighs were numb and shaking.

“I can’t feel my legs,” you muttered. Yeosang pulled out of you, wincing as more of his cum spilled out of you. He was gonna have to wash the sheets tonight.

“Hang on, baby,” he said, pulling his pants up and zipping them up. He moved around the bed to untie you from the footboard. He worked quickly, untying your wrists and pulling the rope from them, letting it fall to the floor. Another thing he’d worry about later.

He carefully laid you down on your side, hands moving to massage your thighs. “I’ll be right back,” he said softly, getting up from the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.

You heard the water running and a moment later, he reappeared, stripping himself of his clothes and pulling on clean ones.

He returned to your side, taking your wrists gently in his hands and rubbing the marks from the ropes.

“Was it too tight?” He asked, looking into your face. You shook your head. “No. Was perfect. Thank you,” you mumbled sleepily. Yeosang cupped your cheek, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips. “Stay awake, baby. You can’t go to sleep yet.”

“But ‘m so sleepy,” you whined. Yeosang chuckled, the hand on your cheek moving to comb through your hair. “I know sweetheart, but I can’t let you sleep until after I care for you. Can you walk?”

You shook your head again. “Legs don’t work.”

Yeosang stood up, scooting you towards the edge of the bed before lifting you carefully and carrying you into the bathroom. He set you on your feet, keeping you upright as the blood started to work its way back into your legs. He helped you lift your leg and lowered you into the hot bath water before turning it off.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair and disappearing through the door.

You inspected your wrists, the red marks from the rope starting to dissipate. You stretched your legs, trying to get the blood flowing again.

Yeosang returned after a few minutes, during which you were able to get your legs working. “You okay?” He asked, kneeling by the side of the tub, setting a fresh towel and clean clothes on the closed lid of the toilet.

“‘M okay, Yeo,” you affirmed, smiling at your boyfriend. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

“You want to stay in there a little longer or get out?” He asked, nodding at the tub. “I could stay a little longer,” you answered. Yeosang moved to sit on the side of the tub, grabbing your favorite bath sponge. “Then lean forward for me a little bit?” He asked, smiling when you obliged him without fuss.

He carefully scrubbed and massaged your back, fingers working over your shoulders as well. Watching your reaction, Yeosang dragged the mesh sponge down your chest, past your stomach and between your legs. Your lips parted in a sigh as he worked the sponge against your skin soothingly, scrubbing off any remnants of his and your cum. He left no spot untouched and kept going until the water started to cool down.

Once you were clean, he pulled the plug and helped you stand, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around you. It wasn’t the first time Yeosang had helped dry your body and it wouldn’t be the last.

After he was certain you were sufficiently dry, he helped you dress, allowing you to hold his shoulder to keep balance as he held your underwear for you to step into, pulling it up and doing the same for your shorts. Your shirt was the easy part,

He led you back into the bedroom and you saw he’d pulled the sheets and put fresh ones on. He sat you down and sat next to you, grabbing a bottle of water from the side table where a plate of fruit sat as well.

You looked at him as he twisted the cap off the bottle of water.

“You always take such good care of me,” you muttered as he handed you the water, grabbing the plate of fruit and snacking on a grape.

“Well,” he said, swallowing his bite. “I may call you mean things during sex,” he explained.

“But you’re still my baby girl,” he added in a much quieter voice. “I wouldn’t be a very good boyfriend if I didn’t pamper you after what I just put your body through.”

You smiled again, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips. “Thank you, Yeo,” you whispered.

The two of you finished off the fruit and water before climbing into bed. Yeosang reached over to turn off the lamp beside the bed, throwing the room into darkness before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close.

“Yay,” you said softly, making him chuckle. “What?” He asked.

“This is my favorite part,” you replied. “What is? Sleeping?” Yeosang asked with a laugh.

“No,” you answered. “The snuggles.” Yeosang smiled at you in the darkness, kissing your hair.

“Ahh, the snuggles,” he repeated, you nodding in response.

“Yeah, post nut snuggles are the best.”

#ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez smut #ateez x reader #kang yeosang #yeosang scenarios #yeosang imagines #yeosang smut #yeosang x reader #kwanisms kinkuary #kinkuary 2023

[jazeswhbhaven]

Sorry for negative spew but I’m too scared to speak my mind publicly. I really hope the game company uses all of that money for better writing and maybe a better MC because honestly I’m sorry but the MC feels so gross to me even for a H game. The events without the MC are great but the rest? Just write the MC out and I wouldn’t even blink. Like I wouldn’t trust this person to save hell because they only have horny in the brain and I’m not trying to say that’s not allowed. Time and place for everything, maybe not when you’re at deaths door.

Also stuff like the “crunch” deal could just be like “you can hear satan grinding his teeth”Because man that sounds weird and painful. Honestly my biggest criticism outside of the obvious paywalls is the writing. It’s like they tried too hard to make smut that it ends up being embarrassingly terrible.

Sorry if that’s too harsh

Ah, so this isn't the first time I've heard some criticisms about the writing anon, so no worries about speaking your mind here. As a writer, I tear myself down to the bone saying my stuff sucks ass and I should trash it and throw it out. But in terms of the writing for WHB, I think it probably sounds MUCH better in the native language than translated and that's most likely where the disconnect comes from. OR I could just be a horrible judge of writing and blinded by the hot drawings. I did have some hangs up EARLY on, mostly about Paimon's H-scene, and then for Beel's Unholy Board story and Levi's I was like????? So there are definitely some misses for me on the smut writing. In the beginning, lots of folks hated Satan's H-scene for different reasons and preferred Stiri's. When comparing the setup for the two, I feel Sitri was more even-paced, while Satan's pretty much like "Yeah whatever just take it" when in his attacker card it's the same energy but we've had some time to get to know him so it makes sense. AS FOR RA-ON....goodness. I've said it before myself but yeahhhhh the story could do without them. Idk, for whatever reason this MC is not hitting it for me. The horny on the brain makes sense because of what they were doing at the beginning (which btw poor Minhyeok had to change out his entire chair and remind MC to clean the new after watching porn) but??? sometimes the entire "I'm gonna let Levi run over me", "Oh no we can't do that", "Uh....I'm not gonna say I don't like it" Say you don't like something. Tell Levi to stfu. Bite Satan's head off sometimes, like damn 💀 I get that these are supernatural creatures that could easily end your life in a drop of a hat, but having Solomon's bloodline pretty much is semi-plot armor for them so utilize ittttt. BUT that's just me.

#whb #jwhbasks❓ #whb game content #no i get it #mc for real though you and i need to talk lol

[bucky-fricking-barnes]

Like Breathing - Four

Title: Like Breathing

Word Count: 3.6k

Part Warnings: Angst

Summary: Bucky’s life in Cove is far from perfect, mostly because Cove’s residents want nothing more than to scare him away. Luckily for you, Bucky isn’t easily scared off.

A/N: This is the fourth part of Like Breathing. I hope you enjoy! As always, thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think! Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Translations:

Маленький = Little one

Котенок = Kitty

Like Breathing Masterlist

Frowning, you nudged the cracker into place amongst the others, then jumped up on the bed to appraise your work. Everything was where it should be and when you were finished, you nudged Wanda with your head to get her attention.

She looked up from her laptop, smiling slightly. “What is it, Котенок?”

You meowed and moved back to the edge of the bed, glancing down at the crackers on the floor and then back at her. Wanda pursed her lips, confused. She shifted on the mattress to see what you were looking at.

“Y/N,” she read. She paused and stared at you for a moment before looking back at the crackers. “Is that your name? Did you write that?”

You patted your left paw against the blankets, your way of saying “yes” whenever the notebook wasn’t handy. Wanda let out a small laugh and shook her head in amazement.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Is that what you’ve been doing down there all this time? Stealing crackers from my box and making letters?”

Left paw, yes.

Wanda was quiet for a beat. She pulled her laptop over with one hand and opened up a document on the screen, then turned the keyboard so it was facing you.

“Can you type like this? It might be easier than the crackers.”

You’d never tried typing on a keyboard as a cat and you hesitated. While you knew Tony Stark could replace it in a heartbeat, Wanda would face questioning if she gave him a laptop with a busted keyboard. You didn’t want to get her into trouble for hiding you in your room. She’d been housing you for several days now, sneaking food whenever she could. She’d even offered you access to the secret stash of snack food she kept under her bed so that the other Avengers wouldn’t eat it. You’d witnessed Bucky’s super soldier sweet tooth first hand, so the boxes of crackers and snack cakes had made you laugh. Whenever Wanda wasn’t around, you shifted into your human form to use the bathroom and shower. Though she’d never said a word about it, she clearly knew what was happening.

Slowly, you reached out and tapped a key. Nothing happened and you tried again, pressing a little harder. When the letter popped up on the screen, you tapped another, then another and another. It took a little bit of trial and error for some of them, and keeping your balance was the most challenging part of it, but after several minutes you had typed out your first and last name. Wanda had been right—it was definitely easier (and less messy) than spelling on the floor with the crackers.

She smiled wide when you sat back and meowed to get her attention. With one hand, she pulled the laptop back to her to read what you’d written, and with the other she lifted the crackers from the floor and hovered them across the room to the trash can. She closed the box and tucked it back under the bed with a few more tendrils of magic.

“That’s your full name?” she asked, and you bobbed your head in response. “How long have you been able to do this?”

You moved around to sit between her and the laptop so she wouldn’t have to keep turning it from side to side. She watched over your head as you typed your birthday.

“Is that when you were born?”

Left paw.

“Can you shift into other animals?”

Right paw, no. Left paw. 

“You don’t know?”

Left paw.

“Does anyone else know about your abilities?”

You paused. Left paw.

“Who?”

You paused, glancing back at her and then looking at the keyboard again before typing the name of the man who’d tried to drown you. She murmured the name to herself once you were finished, but you kept typing instead of waiting for her to ask another question.

“He tried to kill you?” Wanda asked. “Is that why you didn’t want Bucky or Steve to find out they were right?”

Left paw. You typed again.

“Oh, Y/N,” she sighed. She ran a hand over your back and you leaned into her touch, lifting yourself off the blankets and then settling back down. “We would never make you do anything you didn’t want to do, and we wouldn’t try to take away your ability. It’s part of who you are, just like how my powers are a part of me. We’d train you to protect yourself and I’m sure the team would try to get you to help us when we needed someone with your abilities, but we would never force you to do anything.”

There were things you wanted to say to her that you would never be able to express in words. Whimpering, you tilted your head to look back at her. Wanda offered you a reassuring smile and rubbed her thumb over the top of your head in small, soothing motions.

“We would never hurt you,” she promised.

Reluctantly, you left her touch and jumped off the bed, stepping over the shoes she’d left on the floor to get to the attached bathroom. Wanda watched curiously as you nudged the door closed behind you.

Once in the safety of the bathroom, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to shift into your human body. You’d spent more time as yourself the past few days than you had in the months since Bucky had saved you, but the change still made you shiver and your skin itched like crazy.

Wanda, ever the kind soul, had put an extra towel on the towel rack after your second day in her room. It had been an unspoken understanding that you could use it to get clean, but now you wrapped it around yourself and stared at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was a mess—you hadn’t had time to tame it properly after the quick showers you’d been taking—and your eyes were dull after the stressful week you’d had. You’d lost weight since before arriving at Bucky’s house, too.

“Y/N? What are you doing? Are you okay?” Wanda gently tapped the door and it shifted slightly under her touch. You flinched back, your heart pounding in your chest. You closed your eyes and willed it to calm. This required a steady head and heart. You had no idea what was coming next.

Slowly, you opened the bathroom door and met Wanda’s eyes. Her entire face softened when she saw you.

You cleared your throat and swallowed, your mouth dry. “Hi,” you said. You licked your lips and swallowed again to try and rid yourself of the dry, sticky feeling on your tongue.

She smiled. “Hi. Are you okay?”

You nodded, a jerky motion that felt too quick and too big after being so limited in your actions for so long. Suddenly remembering you were only in a towel, you crossed your arms in front of you.

“Do you want some clothes?” Wanda asked, and you nodded again. “It’s not the most comfortable thing I own, but I have a suit that Tony made. It will fit anybody and adjust to their size automatically. Do you want me to get it for you?”

Inhaling deeply, you nodded for the third time. Your voice had felt too loud. Wanda offered you another reassuring smile and then left you in the bathroom doorway to go search in her closet.

Being yourself again should have felt liberating. Wanda seemed trustworthy and she was willing to help you adjust back to your body in small ways, but it still felt wrong to be anything but a cat. You shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot as she searched for the suit. Your balance felt off and everything felt too big, too long, and too clunky. You were in the process of stretching your limbs and rolling your shoulders as much as you could without dropping the towel when someone knocked on Wanda’s door, then pushed it open without even waiting for a response.

“Wanda, Natasha asked if I—”

You froze, staring at Bucky with wide eyes. He stared back, just as shocked, and when his gaze flickered down to your towel-clad body, his face grew red.

“James Barnes!” Wanda scolded. She shoved him out of her room with a flash of red energy, then shut the door behind him with a flick of her hand.

You whimpered. “Wanda…”

“It’s okay, Котенок,” she soothed, crossing the room with the suit in hand. The familiar nickname made you relax a little. “You’re safe here. I’ll keep you safe, I promise. Change into this and I’ll go talk to him, okay? He may not have even made the connection.”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded and took the clothes when she held them out, muttering a thank you. Wanda squeezed your hands as she handed the suit over and then stepped back. You closed the bathroom door, but you stood in place and listened to her leave the room before you dropped the towel and began the process of putting on the suit. It was hard to put on by yourself. The zipper on the back got stuck partway through, but after a moment, the technology in the suit adjusted to your body and you were able to zip it up with minimal difficulty. Once situated, you draped the towel back over the bar and went back into the bedroom to look for a water bottle.

Bucky’s voice coming from the hallway made you freeze. “Маленький?” he murmured. “Is that you?”

You swallowed thickly, closing your eyes. There was nothing you could do to avoid this any longer; either he’d figured it out or Wanda had told him.

“Маленький?” He knocked again. “Can you hear—”

You opened the bedroom door. Bucky stood on the other side, his bright eyes filled with hurt and his lips parted as he trailed off. Wanda stood behind him and off to the side, her hands clasped in front of her. She looked between the two of you, and when neither one of you took the initiative, she spoke up.

“Y/N, I explained to Bucky that you’re not a threat and that you never meant him any harm,” she said.

Your eyes flickered to her, then back at Bucky, and you shifted uncomfortably. You kept one hand on the doorknob, ready to close it again and put up a barrier between you and the Avengers in the hall. While you knew the door wouldn’t do much and that it could be easily opened by their powers or by Tony’s AI, it helped the knots in your stomach loosen.

“I’m sorry,” you said after a few more moments of silence. Bucky had looked away but he lifted his head at the sound of your voice. You stilled.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he quickly replied. “It’s… Your name is Y/N?” You nodded. “I’m sorry for tricking you. I— I didn’t know what to do. I talked to Steve about it and he’d never heard of anyone with your powers, no one has ever heard of you and so we thought…”

“We’re all a bit on edge when it comes to HYDRA,” Wanda gently added. She put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and guided him a step to the left so that she could slip past into her room. You stepped away as well, giving her room to pass. She began tidying up the room, picking up clothes from around the closet and tucking away the laptop you’d been using to type.

“My room is safe for you two to talk, if you’d like. I’m going to see if I can find more clothes for Y/N, if that’s okay with you?”

Slowly, you nodded. She gave you an encouraging smile in response, then looked over your shoulder at Bucky, who was waiting in the hallway for your permission to come in. You caught on to her staring and moved out of his way. He didn’t budge.

“Doll, I’m not gonna—”

“It’s okay,” you told him, though you kept your gaze firmly trained on the ground. “You can come in.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You hesitated, glancing up at Wanda, then over at him in the same way. He was watching you, though his expression was more remorseful than anything. Your heart clenched at the way his lips curled down at the sides, a clear sign that he was beating himself up for what had happened.

“I’ve never been uncomfortable around you. It was the room, it was Steve, it was…” You forced yourself to look up and meet his eyes, taking a deep breath. “It was everything but you, Bucky.”

He swallowed hard, then carefully stepped into Wanda’s room. He gave you plenty of space, sticking to the wall that held the door. Wanda stopped in front of you as he edged his way around the clutter on the floor.

“You’re okay,” she said, her voice soft. You closed your eyes and nodded as her gentle words soothed the ragged edge of your nerves. “You can have FRIDAY call for me if you need to. Do you know how?”

You did; you’d watched and listened to her use the AI plenty of times since you’d come to her room that first day. Nodding, you struggled for a tight smile and then closed the door behind her when she left.

Bucky spoke when you didn’t. “Have you always been able to turn into a cat?” he asked.

Nodding again, you carefully crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Your muscles stayed tense as you sank into the mattress. Bucky stayed right where he was, his hands at his sides and well within your line of vision even without purposefully looking at him.

“Does it hurt?”

Confused, you looked up at him. “What?”

“To change from a cat to a person or from a person to a cat. Does it hurt?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. No one had ever asked you that—not Wanda, not Alpine, and certainly not the first man you’d trusted with your secret. “It’s like breathing.”

He relaxed a little. “That’s good. I don’t… I wouldn’t want you to be in pain.”

You nodded and kept your eyes firmly fixed on his face, searching his eyes for any sign of anger or a sign that he was tricking you again. There was nothing there except curiosity, relief, and a little bit of anxiety.

“Thank you for saving me,” you finally said.

Bucky’s face creased with confusion, but his features smoothed out again only seconds later as he shook his head. “You don’t need to thank me for that. Anyone would have helped you. You couldn’t even stand up on your own at first and who knows what would’ve—”

“Not everyone would have helped me, Bucky. You’re a good man.”

“I tricked you and then trapped you in Stark’s containment cell,” he countered.

“You were afraid. You’ve been through a lot, and I guess it was warranted considering you didn’t know about me. I don’t agree with what you did but I can see where you were coming from.” You took a deep breath and forced yourself to relax, then pulled your legs up onto the bed to sit more comfortably. “Is Alpine okay?”

“She’s fine,” Bucky replied, a hint of a smile on his lips. He always did have a soft spot for her, and it showed. “I think she misses you.”

“She really enjoyed tricking you so I could get out of the cell,” you told him, and you smiled when he chuckled. You’d heard him laugh before, but this felt different. Warmth blossomed in your chest at the sound and you knew that you wanted to hear him laugh again.

The two of you sat in Wanda’s room in a somewhat comfortable silence for a moment. Bucky shifted, crossing one leg over the other and leaning against the wall. He didn’t look entirely at ease, but you could tell that both of you were feeling better about being left alone together now that the ice had been broken.

“Why did you stay?” Bucky asked, breaching the silence.

You looked over at the windows, contemplating your answer. You didn’t really have a good explanation.

“I don’t know,” you finally answered. “I liked being part of your life. You seemed happy to have me there and I felt safe. Alpine was good company, and you were too, when you weren’t working or out.”

Bucky scoffed under his breath. “I’m not good company, doll.”

You frowned at him. “Of course you are. You gave me affection when I wanted it, but you were fine just sitting together. You have good taste in music and movies and you never treated me like I was a stupid animal, even when you had every reason to believe I was. Half the time I would forget that I wasn’t a human just because it was so natural to be around you. I’m surprised I didn’t shift without even thinking about it. That’s happened before when I’ve gotten too comfortable somewhere.”

He pressed his lips together, clearly not believing your answer, and you sighed. After a second of thought, you stood and held out your hand.

“Show me around?” you asked.

Surprised, Bucky met your eyes. “What?”

“Show me around,” you repeated, gesturing with your hand again. “I’d like to see the famous Avenger’s Compound and meet some of your friends before you decide what happens next for me.”

“I don’t decide your future, Y/N. None of us do.”

“I’m sure someone’s going to want to do tests on me and someone else will want to learn all about my life. You’ll probably be going back to your house soon anyway.”

You’d never seen the look on Bucky’s face before. Every wall he’d let down around cat-you was now up in full force for human-you. Eyes turned downward and head tilted away, shoulders slumped forward as he slipped his hand from yours. Everything about him screamed that he was pulling away from you and though you desperately wanted to scramble to keep his hand gripped in yours and to pull him close, you knew it was for the best. You’d lasted a long time on your own and he had no reason to keep you around. In the end, it didn’t matter what you wanted. It was his life and you couldn’t insert yourself into it.

“Is that what you want?” Bucky asked, his voice quiet. In the hallway, someone shouted at Sam and he flinched. You reached out, your fingers ghosting over Bucky’s hand as he pulled even further away. “You want me to go?”

Swallowing thickly, you dropped your hand back down to your side. “Well, this isn’t where you normally live, right? Don’t you want to go back to your own house?”

Bucky didn’t answer and you fidgeted in place, watching him and holding your breath so you wouldn’t miss anything.

“I should have Wanda show you around,” he finally said. It didn’t go unnoticed that he didn't answer your questions, but then again, you hadn’t answered his. Bucky didn’t deserve to hear any more lies from your lips.

You nodded numbly as Bucky left, leaving the door standing wide open. His footsteps were barely audible as he headed down the hall and you sank back down on the mattress, staring at the open doorway until Wanda filled the space. She took one look at you and sighed.

“Котенок,” she chided, and a sniffle broke through your forced neutral expression. “Why did you chase him away? He cares for you and you care for him.”

“He cares for me as a cat,” you said. You refused to look up at her. If you did, you’d most certainly cry. “Not as a person, not as Y/N.”

“Did he say that?”

“He didn’t have to.”

“Y/N.”

“What, Wanda?” you snapped. You stood and crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at the closet doors. “What do you want me to say?”

She sighed again and crossed the room, putting her hands on your upper arms. She squeezed once and you sniffled as her touch forced a crack in your dam.

“Don’t you want to stay with Bucky and Alpine?” she asked.

You squeezed yourself tighter. “Of course I do! I love being with them, it feels like home now!”

“So why didn’t you tell him that? Why did you push him away?”

“I didn’t!” you cried. “He—”

“He followed your cues, Y/N,” Wanda murmured. She led you to sit on the bed and wrapped an arm around you as you began to cry. It had been a long time since you’d been able to cry as a human, and the anger at the men who’d dropped you off on the sidewalk outside Bucky’s, your fear from the time in the containment cell, and your remorse over letting Bucky leave you all bubbled up as Wanda held you in her arms.

When you’d finally tuckered yourself out, Wanda gave you a water bottle, then tucked you under the covers in her bed. She dimmed the lights and set out a fresh pair of clothes for you, and by the time she was slipping out the door, you’d fallen asleep.

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[nekoannie-chan]

What did I forget?

Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader

Word count: 483 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Does Brock forgot a special date?

Major Tags: Doubts.

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Brock stretched lazily, then looked for you with his hand, turned around when he didn't find you, and then looked at the time. It was still early; why were you up?

He remembered that the night before, he seemed to have noticed you upset about something, although you didn't say anything. Maybe there was the slightest possibility that he had forgotten an important date.

He was sure it hadn't been your anniversary, nor had it been an outing. At that moment, he wanted to hit himself with your birthday. He checked the calendar, and of course, it had been the day before. How could he be such an idiot to have forgotten the date?

He had to plan something immediately, something worthwhile and laborious; maybe that way he could make up for not having remembered by using the excuse that not everything had been ready on time.

He remembered the teepee they had bought for who knows what; they had birthday decorations in a box. He just had to go to the shop and buy a cake, a present, and some food, and he could improvise a sort of camping evening without the problem of the bugs you hated so much.

The first stop was the mall. He picked out a couple of things to put in a box next to the stuffed animal he had bought. The gift was ready, so he put it in the boot of the car. The next stop was the supermarket to buy the ingredients to cook your favorite dish.

He was sure that if he gave you your favorite things, you would easily forgive him.

The last stop was the bakery; he asked them to write "Happy Birthday, Y/N.".

Just in case, he also bought some chocolates that they sold there.

He quickly set about tidying up the whole place; you could be there any minute, and everything should be ready by the time you showed up at home.

“Happy birthday! “he shouted as the door opened, and at the same time, he threw streamers at you.

“Thank you," you said in confusion. But Brock, it's not my birthday today?"

“I know it was yesterday; they didn't get the present in time."

Brock tried to excuse himself.

“My birthday was last month," you interrupted him, and he gave you a confused look. "We went to my favorite restaurant, remember?"

“Yesterday you were angry, and I thought I had forgotten a date, the calendar..."

That's when he realized that he hadn't changed the page of the calendar; he had seen the wrong page.

“You left your dirty clothes in the bathroom again instead of in the laundry basket," you commented.

Brock rolled his eyes. He felt stupid, and now he didn't know what to do.

“But I don't mind celebrating my birthday again either, so what's the next surprise?"

Brock immediately went for what he had cooked.

#Missy's birthday! #Happy birthday Missy! #brock rumlow x reader

[genocidehim]

Tuco falling in love with his abuela’s home health aid worker and trying to woo her

notes: reader is female, I have to admit I got a little excited writing and this got way too long (sorry) words: 1336

Tuco's erratic and violent personality disappears when he is sober and at Abuelita's house. It will be quite different from how it is shown in the series, but I'll try to keep it canon!

Mr. Salamanca's mother was a lovely person and very independent despite her sons' need for someone to take care of her. You worked as a home health aide, although most of your work was focused on keeping her company and helping her with her medications. It was amazing how a woman like her had so much energy despite her age, and you believed it was because of her background - you understood that Mexican women were strong, and she was the living image of that.

Her sons and grandsons rarely visited her, as you knew most of them were in Mexico and the others were very busy men. Of the few you got to know, Tuco was the most frequent visitor. His love for his grandmother was evident in how he spent his afternoons at her house and how he offered to cook for both of them. You could even notice how he was charming in his own way when he helped you translate most of the things Mrs. Salamanca said because your Spanish was not very good. One of those afternoons where Abuelita (that's how she asked you to call her) felt more tired than usual, you decided to send her to bed early and she didn't seem upset with your decision.

"Vamos Abuelita, le pondré su novela y luego la llamaré para cenar ¿Está bien?''(Come on, Abuelita, I'll put on your soap opera and then I'll call you for dinner, okay) You said with a warm smile as you tried to hide your accent.

"Bien mija... Pero ayuda a mi Tuco con la cena ¿Sí? Él ha estado muy ocupado y necesita una ayudita" (Okay, mija... but help Tuco with dinner. He's been very busy and he needs some help) she suggested, and although it sounded like a request, you knew it was an order.

"Claro que lo ayudaré, no se preocupe" (Of course I'll help him, don't worry) you confirmed and let her go up the stairs first while you followed closely behind. Shortly after arriving in her room, you opened the windows and turned on her personal TV, putting on the Venezuelan soap opera she loved before leaving the room. You walked down the stairs and could already smell the dinner without even entering the kitchen. The sound of oil sizzling in the pan was quite loud, everything felt very domestic. As you walked towards the door, you could hear the sound of a knife chopping some easily cut ingredient, and there he was, cooking as if it were an art he specialized in.

Tuco usually cooked when he came over, not because he doubted your cooking skills, but because he loved doing it. Abuelita liked to brag that all her grandsons were good cooks, and you imagined it was because of her.

"Abuelita asked me to give you a hand with dinner. Do you need any help, Señor?" you said somewhat timidly, still not having too much confidence with the man to address him by his name. Tuco's hard gaze softened when he saw you standing in the doorway, and then he smiled and shook his head.

"It's not necessary, corazón" The nickname felt warm, somehow his voice sounded better in Spanish. "Take a break, I'll take care of it."

"I really would like to help, I know you had a busy morning and I don't want to leave you to do everything." you insisted out of pure politeness. Besides, you didn't think it would be appropriate to just rest in his presence during work hours. Your shift was not over yet.

He chuckled and gave you a quick glance before setting the knife aside.

"You're very stubborn... Alright, help me by cutting the carrot and beetroot," he ordered, and you went to his side to take his place, grabbing the knife to start cutting while he took care of stirring the meat in the pan.

Tuco spoke first, breaking that little minute of silence between you two. "When my Uncle Hector told me that Abuelita was being taken care of by a young nurse, I didn't think you'd be so pretty."

His comment sounded almost like a compliment and you couldn't help but be surprised by it, laughing nervously and hoping that the blush on your face wasn't too noticeable.

"And what did you expect?" You replied playfully.

"Maybe an old, bitter woman. One of those who hates their job."

"Well, I'm fresh out of college. I haven't reached that stage yet" you joked and he laughed out loud, you never thought you were funny enough to make someone laugh like that.

"Not only pretty, but funny too."

"Ay, no big deal, Señor Salamanca."

"Tuco" he corrected you "I told you you could call me Tuco."

You smiled at his response and hid your face as you lowered it to continue concentrating on the vegetables. To say that this man's presence made you nervous was an understatement. You normally didn't feel so clumsy at your job, but there was something about Tuco that threw you off.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't hear him asking you to put the freshly chopped vegetables in the skillet. It wasn't until you felt a warmth at your waist that you snapped out of it. It was his hand.

"They're chopped enough, put them next to the meat that's almost ready," he asked again, his hand still lingering there. And even though your uniform was thick, you could feel the heat radiating from his palm.

"Uh, yes, of course." You smiled and, after setting the knife aside, took the cutting board and waited for Tuco to move so you could add the vegetables to the skillet. Throughout the whole process, his hand stayed at your waist, he had taken his place by your side while watching over your shoulder everything you were doing. You could feel his breath close to your neck and judging by his voice, you knew he was smiling.

"That... Like that" the way his voice sounded so soft and deep sent an electric shock down your spine, activating each of your senses and feeling a certain pressure in your stomach accompanied by a burning sensation in your cheeks.

When the last piece of carrot fell into the pan, you didn't know what to do next. You just held the cutting board in your hands while his hand still rested on you, and you guessed he wanted you to continue with the rest of the process. So, still with the strange sensation in your body, you took a fork and stirred the vegetables with the meat and seasonings, which elicited a reaction from Tuco. "That's it, very well done, reina" he praised you and tightened his grip a little. "You've got a good hand for cooking."

The way his voice sounded from one of your sides and the warmth of his breath touching your skin was enough to make you tremble, and this time it was something he also noticed. You turned your head slightly in his direction to catch a glimpse of Tuco, looking at you in a way you couldn't decipher, unsure of what was in his gaze.

When your eyes unconsciously landed on his lips, you heard a laugh and a pat on the same area where he had been holding your waist.

"Good job, girl. Help me set the table. I'll finish this and bring the plates later." His change of attitude was enough to disorient you, you didn't know what the hell had just happened. "Yeah..." Your voice came out with difficulty from your throat and you were not able to look at him while you did as he asked and went to the dining room to organize everything.

You didn't know if what you had just felt was your imagination or if there was really something there. But you were sure of one thing, and that was that you wouldn't be able to sleep that night without getting him out of your mind.

ISorry if this reads a bit weird (idk) but eng is still not my most dominant language and I still can't figure out if it's understood the same in english as it is in spanish.

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[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hi! So I was thinking you know how only mothers understand what their toddlers are saying well what if tommy and the rest of the Shelby’s are trying to figure out why Charlie Is crying and what he wants but no one understands what he’s saying until the reader walks in and translates and has like a whole conversation with Charlie and everyone looking so confused

Dear Anon,

This was adorable! I added some twists to this one and I hope that's alright. <3 Thanks for writing in and waiting!

Warnings: none

He hated the range of screams Charlie was capable of. Tommy let out a frustrated sigh as he moved through  out his house, following the wretched sound of the boy's cries. Since grace passed away everything felt impossible, once he started calling out for her he’d cry till he fell asleep. 

He entered the room to find both Polly and Esme bickering in low voices trying various things to calm the boy down. 

“Eh? Charlie, what’s this then?” Tommy picked the boy up hearing him calm slightly before starting up again even louder. 

“He won’t eat, he’s not cold -” 

“Checked his teeth-” 

“Doesn't want his toys.” 

“It might be his stomach.” 

Tommy listened to the two of them ramble on feeling more hopeless as even they couldn't figure it out. He pulled the boy away from his chest to look him in the eyes. 

“Charlie, tell me what's wrong,” He said sternly. The boy babbled a bit, stumbling on what almost sounded like words. Tommy’s head was pounding and he wished more than anything the boy could just tell him. He could see in his blue eyes that he was trying to say something. His tiny hand reached out gripping the air. 

Giving up in his own frustration he headbutted Tommy's shoulder beginning to cry all over again. 

“Here let’s put some whiskey in his bottle then,” Polly said getting up.

“I doubt he’ll take it.” Esme said defeated. 

Tommy had the idea of calling you. It would be an excuse to spend time with you, but Grace’s image popped into his mind. It had been a year and he was struggling with the concept of already being attracted to someone else. You were a friend of Esme’s and you somehow ended up hanging around the family often. He got to know you better, and now it was hard to get rid of you. He felt like you were always around helping out in some way or another. 

Charlie was absolutely taken with you. He didn't understand why, you looked nothing like grace, from his position you shouldn't be any different from Esme or Polly.

Tommy pressed his cheek against his head and rocked him back and forward, pleased to see that he’d calmed down to a steady babble. 

“Charlie! What happened?” Your voice rang out in the kitchen and suddenly he was back in tears again. Howling loudly. You came over to remove the child from his arms. Charlie shouted something at you that was complete nonsense, his little hand out reaching again. 

You moved through the kitchen easily, grabbing a banana off the countertop. 

“It’s alright love, you don't have to fuss.” You said softly. You sat down putting his weight against your chest to un-peel the banana. He settled against you still mumbling. Tommy watched him go completely silent when you placed a bit of banana in his mouth. 

Charlie ate it up, taking bits of smooshed banana off your fingers. Once finished you looked at him. 

“Ba-na-na” You said softly. 

Charlie made that babbling sound in response and she smiled at his efforts. 

Tommy looked at her and wished his heart would stop hammering. His child rested his head against her breast tried from his tantrum. A look of content evident on his rosy features. 

Polly shot him a very serious look before she signaled for Esme to follow her out of the kitchen. Tommy stood there watching the scene in front of him. Charlie needed you, so naturally asking wasnt out of line. If it was for the wellbeing of his son, than clearly this was the right thing to do. 

Suddenly he thought to the long nights you would stay up helping type letters and reports off his messy hand writing. How you looked with bags under your eyes, but unwilling to go to bed till he did. The family was something you were willing to sacrifice yourself over. The same as him. 

You would leave if he was rude to you, wouldnt look his direction till he apologized. Would this offend you? Clearly you were doing all this becuase you felt this was your family, protecting it and earning money and status were things you vauled that’s why you was here working hard. Not because you wanted him. 

He was a mess, on and off opium addiction. On and off family relations. Grace dead in his arms. Surely you didnt want that for yourself. 

If a stranger walked into the kitchen and saw you there embracing the child on your lap they would know he was your son. No question about it. Your soft features relaxed in the sunlight pouring in through the window. The way your long fingers pushed his hair behind his ear.

He would be an idiot to let this pass. 

But was it worth endangering you?

Technically you were already tied into everything they did. No matter how hard he tried to keep you out of certain things you’d find out about it. 

He looked at you, only to see you observing him. 

“I am I over stepping?” You asked softly, a hint of worry in your tone. 

“No, love.” He felt his heart clench, he couldnt pass you up. “I was going to ask… -  Charlie is very fond of you.” He started, taking a seat adjacent from her pouring some whiskey into a glass. 

“I’m very fond of the both of you.” you repsoned suddenly. A deep flush across your cheeks, your eyes so innocent it felt wrong that they were cast upon him. 

“This life is messy. I’ll warn you know that it won’t be an easy life.” He thought of the mistakes he had made with Grace and Gretta. 

“Tommy, I sleep here 6 out of 7 nights. If I’m not out with your family, I’m helping you here with all of this. There’s only a few things I can think that would be different.” 

“And you want those different things?” 

“Yes” You said breathlessly like it was a secret that was weighing heavily on your soul. The desperation in your eyes pushed him close to madness. If Charlie wasnt there he would have taken you on the kitchen table. 

There was a heavy tension in the air and he silently scalded himself for not having this conversation sooner, during one of the many late nights it was just the two of you. 

“It’s not the reason I’m here, it just came about the more time I spent around you” You explained looking out the window. He caught you off guard leaning forward to place a kiss to your cheek. He realised that he didnt have to rush things, you could keep doing what you were doing. He wouldnt pressure you into anything no matter how badly he wanted you. Let you take your time moving into the family properly. Something didnt sit right in his stomach over the thought. You were younger than him by a bit, never married, letting you continue taking all this on wasnt right if he didnt give you something back. 

“I’d like that.” You said surprised, making him feel he made the right choice, his heart rate increasing at your bright smile.

“Take you out for dinner tomorrow?” He asked, comig up with ideas to spoil you. He wanted you to feel appreciated. He wanted to do things the right way for once. Win her over properly.

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[inahallucination]

au where todd and jeff get into a really big fight over the summer before jeff’s senior year

it probably starts off with something really small, an offhand comment from jeff about todd not caring that jeff’s about to start applying to colleges, or maybe an offhand remark about how todd never hangs out with jeff anymore

and todd just loses it, getting angrier and angrier as he reminds jeff that todd isn’t the one who decided that jeff wasn’t good enough to hang out with him and todd wasn’t the one who listened to his brother be belittled by their parents and turn around and tell todd that he should do better other than comforting him

and jeff’s just standing there, and it’s like his whole world view has just changed because he’s honestly never actually thought of all of this from todd’s perspective. he doesn’t think that todd’s not good enough or anything like that, but he’s never realized that thats how it’s translated over

he had honestly gotten so caught up with pleasing his parents, going to school, keeping up with the extracurriculars that he hadnt gotten around to approaching todd first, and he never dismissed todd when todd approached him because he didn��t want to hang out but he was always busy. he supposed he could have explained that to todd a bit better

and it’s not like he thinks todd isn’t amazing, but he hates how their parents yell at him so he tries to encourage todd to try harder, but he sees how not reassuring todd that he’s great the way that he is can translate. and wow he’s really fucked this all up

anyway

jeff tries to explain himself, and todd (heart of gold, deep desire to be loved that causes him to forgive rlly easily) agrees to try and fix their relationship

come fall, jeff convinces his parents to let todd come visit him when he can

in the mean time they call and write letters, and its all horribly awkward but their trying and that means everything 

obviously jeff’s a senior at fucking welton, so its not like he’s rolling in free time but he’s also the golden child of welton that years after the school will use as an example and claim that they ‘made’ him

anyway

they write letters, have brief phone calls, and jeff convinces his parents that seeing welton will encourage todd to try to make it to welton

//

for neil its a completely normal day - waking up, classes, looking forward to the weekend, listening to charlie’s wild wild plans for the weekend that wont happen, hanging out with knox, meeks, and pitts, waiting for cameron to be done with his work so he’ll hang out with them (work first, fun later - cameron)

and then

and then he’s sitting outside, the summer heat hasn’t left yet, and the poets are all chatting, pretending to work (aside from cameron who’s sitting a little farther away, actually working) when some upper classman yells out

“excuse me ?” the call is so quiet, neil would think he’d imagined it if he hadn’t looked up to see a boy around his age (blond hair, head down a little, avoiding eye contact, still the prettiest person neil had seen) it takes him a moment to snap out of it

“hey, what’s up ?” he asks going for casual, his voice a little pitched. charlie snorts next to him, neil ignores him

“um, my brother uh, um.” neil gets up to move a little closer to the boy in an effort to get him to look less like he wants to dig a hole and die

“yeah ?” he asks, quieter, sending his friends attentions away with a look, the boys cheeks turn pink when he glances at him, but doesn’t hold eye contact

“my um- my brother, he um, he said to meet um at the courtyard, but uh, he’s really bad at um giving direc-directions so im a little um”

“lost?” the boy nods “well just tell me who ur brother is, and we can find him together” a pause “im neil, by the way. Neil perry.”

“todd anderson” todd replies and neil wonders why he feels like he should know it just as todd continues “my brother’s jeff anderson”

“jeff- of the jeffrey anderson” todd grimaces but nods

“wow i didn't know he had a brother” neil says and its the worst thing to say because todd’s face looks even more closed off and he shifts uncomfortably and theres a siren in neil’s mind thats screeching for him to do damage control so he can somehow win some sort of affection from the pretty boy “pr-probably because you’re such a cutie and he doesn’t want ppl to stare at his younger brother hahah” he wants to throw himself off a bridge because what the fuck did he jsut say

todd for his part stares at him wide eyed, red cheeked, and a little bit like he’s considering running away

“um so jeff, lets go ?” neil says even more awkwardly. todd nods hurriedly and the two start walking and the entire time todd isn’t saying anything but neil is rambling and its honestly embarrassing

they finally find jeff and todd and neil say goodbye to each other and neil thinks ‘wow i rlly just embarrassed myself in front of the cute guy’ and tries to not think about it

sometimes, after todd has left, he thinks he can feel jeffrey glaring at him but its probably in his head

//

jeffrey anderson was having a good day, an amazing day, a wonderful day, waiting for his baby brother, who he had recently made amends with, to come to campus so the two could hang out

if today turned out good, he was gonna try to convince nolan to let todd stay a whole weekend (since jeffrey didnt have a roommate)

until of course neil fucking perry showed up

jeff had nothing against neil, was even thankful that he’d helped his brother, until he noticed todd staring at neil’s back as neil left

until he asked todd what was up and he glanced at where neil had gone and blushed

jeff didn’t want todd to be in a relationship (the kid was like 5) but he didn’t want todd to pine (and be miserable - todd was an overthinker) but if neil rejected todd, jeff thought he might just kill him

//

todd is there again the next friday

jeff sees him standing near the entrance awkwardly trying not to look too awkward

“hey todd ! did we plan on meeting today ?” he calls out, feeling awful for forgetting but honestly not being able to remember them agreeing to meet up

todd looks at him, cheeks turning pink “um no we didn’t plan on um”

“so whats up ? is everything okay ?” he walks closer , trying to see if he can see if anythings off. todd turns pinker, jeff wonders if he’s sick

“i um i have a date”

“... a date?”

“yeah um-”

“todd ! you’re here !” perry yells out, jogging over. he greets jeff with a friendly wave and politely doesn’t point out jeff’s dumbfounded look

jeff wants to protest (”todd ur like 5″) but todd looks excited and nervous (but not in the usual, i wanna die way) so jeff forces his lips to curl up into a polite smile, tho the look todd shoots him shows he’s not all that successful and waves at them as they both head out to their date, and fills his brain with plans to keep an eye on neil and plans on what to do if neil fucks up 

//

yeah theres no coherent plot, its just shit happening

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#dead poets society #dead poets #deadpoets #dead poets headcanons #anderperry #anderperry au #jeffrey anderson #todd anderson #Neil Perry #todd and neil #neil and todd #jeffery anderson #Jeff Anderson #dps fic #dps fandom #dps headcanon #DPS #dead poets society fanfiction #anderperry fanfic #anderperry fanfiction #dps fanfic #dps fanfiction #anderperry fic

[jmagnabo92]

GGSB Fest 2024 - Can't I Work, Too?

@goodgodfathersiriusblack

Prompt - Take Your Kid To Work Day

When Sirius' coworker asks about 'take your kid to work day', Harry delightfully joins him for a day.

AO3

***

“Hey, so are you bringing your kid to work on Friday?” Sirius co-worker, Donny, asks as he stops by his office.  

After the chaos of the end of the war, Sirius had taken to the muggle world with his godson, Harry, to help live a normal life.  After Harry started school, Sirius had gotten a job as a professor of Astronomy at the local university since it was one of the few things that he could do that could translate from the wizarding world to the muggle world easily enough.  

“Erm, why would I do that?” Sirius questions, a bit uncertainly.  “He’s got school and –”

“And it’s ‘take your kid to work day’,” Donny says, grinning.  “I’m sure he’d been loved by all of the students and staff.  Happily, your little mini-me.”

Sirius hums.  “Alright, then.  I suppose I could always ask Harry if he’d like to come to work with me… never hurts to ask, right?”

“Exactly.”

***

As it turns out, Harry’s quite thrilled to be invited to Sirius’ work for ‘take your kid to work day’ and he dressed up as a little mini-Sirius with a briefcase and everything.  

Merlin, he’s so adorable.

“Ready for work, Paddy!” Harry says, cheerfully, as he grabs his little briefcase.

“Alright, then, let’s go.”

***

Harry’s a huge hit just like Donny said he would be.  The students love him as he happily tries to write things on the board just like Sirius does (he needs a little stool to be happy to reach everything, but he’s happy and grinning and the students just adore him).

At lunch, there was a gathering for all of the parents and their kids that Harry had a field day with.  Meeting new kids, pretending to be Sirius...  it was absolutely adorable.

After his classes, Sirius takes him to his office where he charms the secretaries of the science offices before setting him up at a kiddie desk and telling him, “Now I’ve got to do my office part, you be good and work on your homework, okay?”

“Okay, Paddy.”

And like the good kid he is, he sits there, and he works on his homework while Sirius gets through his work – grading, meetings with his TA, and helping students with their questions.

He's gotten more visitors today than any other day, and he’s certain it’s because of his cute little mini-me.  

He loves it.

One of his students even offered to take a picture.  He’s going to put in a place of pride on his desk.

And before they know it, it’s time to go and as they pack up, Sirius asks, “So, how’d you like coming to work with me?”

“It was better than school!  Can I come here every day?” Harry asks, eyes hopeful.

“Sadly, no.  You gotta go to school, but maybe next year.”

“Okay, Paddy.”

“Now, let’s go home.”

#sirius black #harry james potter #sirius and harry #sirius and harry saturday #good godfather sirius black

[areseebee]

in honor/celebration of the 1-year anniversary of my fic, Personal Space, i have a little bit of new writing to share about james and erin's first christmas in derry after everything that happened in Smoke Break. includes mention of an OC from my current fic, Someday - faye, who james has just started dating at this point in the story timeline.

James had barely been sat at the Quinn’s kitchen table and all four of the girls had been admiring his new jacket when Clare had let it slip: “Is this the one that Faye made for you?”

It could have been a harmless question, if James had had any foresight. He could have answered easily – “Yes” – and moved on with their Christmas celebration. 

He’d been eager for this Christmas celebration and he’d been determined to enjoy it. It’d been a long time since he’d seen them all together like this; since August, in Clare’s Dublin flat. And it’d been months and months of him feeling so morose – the whole term, practically – that he’d been looking forward to the cheer.

But as soon as Clare had asked, he’d stiffened in his chair and he’d felt the corners of his mouth turn down and his eyes get very wide and he’d given the scantest shake of his head to Clare and all of them had seen. 

Michelle sat back in her chair, gleefully assessing, and asked, “Who the fuck is Faye?”

Orla had even stopped surreptitiously poking at her hastily wrapped present – James had tried to fold it just right, but the flimsy wrapping paper had been so clumsy in his hands that he’d finally given up – and looked up at him in interest.

He didn’t know what Erin was doing. He had hardly been able to bring himself to look at her, even when she’d answered the door and let him and Michelle inside. Maybe he’d made sure not to catch her eye, but he’d allowed himself a quick glance that had shown him a happy flush across her cheeks and very bright eyes and a sort of frenetic energy bouncing around in her; she was too quick to smile, was touching her hair too much, adjusting her headband and the lightly curled ends of her hair against her collarbone too frequently. 

He’d made himself look away. And now, at the table, she was right there at his elbow – maybe he wasn’t looking, but he’d felt the way she’d stilled at the mention of the name.

And Clare – well Clare was already glaring daggers at him. Don’t get mad at me, her expression seemed to say, I didn’t know it was a secret.

James swallowed and tried to affect nonchalance, albeit much too late. “She’s a friend from school.”

“Who makes you clothes?” Michelle asked disbelievingly.

“A good friend,” he shot back.

Michelle gave him a long, narrow-eyed look which he tried to match with his own, but he lost his nerve and looked away, down at his hands. He could hear the cocksure smirk in her words when she said, “I’ll translate: he’s been riding her.”

“I –” he started, about to lie, about to say “no,” but stopped himself. It was out now; why lie? “You don’t have to be so vulgar about it,” he answered sullenly instead.

“Vulgar? I’m not the one being a dick, keeping the poor girl a secret,” Michelle sneered. “What would she think?”

Nothing about it, he wanted to say. He wasn’t keeping Faye a secret; or, at least, not from anyone but three of the girls seated around the kitchen table, and for very good reason. Michelle didn’t need to know until she had to, Orla would just tell Erin, and Erin – well, he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t wanted Erin to know. 

Maybe because it seemed like things were normal again, or as normal as they could be, and he didn’t want to mess it up, not again. Maybe it was because he didn’t think she deserved to know, didn’t get to have him offering up every piece of him to her again, especially when she wasn’t asking for it. Maybe it was because he’d tried to tell her, had had the words on the tip of his tongue every time Erin had called him over the past weeks, but he’d been too much of a coward.

What will she think, he’d wondered, and then hated himself for wondering. He’d told himself over and over again that Erin wouldn’t even care, that she never cared as much as he thought she did. And maybe he didn’t want to finally learn that it was as true as he suspected it was.

“Well it’s not a secret now, is it?” James glowered. “I have a girlfriend. She made me this jacket. Can we open presents now?” he asked, trying to sound as matter-of-fact as he could manage. He didn’t want to talk about this anymore, not with all of them there.

“The fuck we can,” Michelle scoffed. “Dickhead’s got a girlfriend. Well – who is she? What’s she like? Are you blackmailing her?”

“I vote for opening presents,” Erin interrupted testily from where she sat at James’s right. He’d nearly forgotten she was there, she’d been so still and quiet. Nearly – he’d never quite forgotten. He’d been all too aware of the absence of her earlier fidgeting, the way she hadn’t immediately jumped in to ask a question.

“Aye, me too,” Clare chimed in. James shot her a grateful look.

“I can tell mine’s a box of fruit pastilles,” Orla said.

James gaped at her. “How could you know that?” he whinged.

“You try having as many fruit pastilles as I’ve had and then see if you can’t tell,” Orla said smugly.

“You missed a corner with the wrapping,” Erin groused, finally drawing his eye to her. “We can all tell.” Her face was still flushed, but it was all blotchy, and she looked back at him, her gaze guarded and blank. He blinked, and she looked away.

“Ok, you’re all ruining Kris Kindle,” Clare fussed. “No one’s supposed to know who got who yet!”

“Come off it, Clare. There’s no point. You already know who everyone has anyway,” Erin muttered, crossing her hands over her chest petulantly.

“Well someone had to plan it! Can’t count on you lot for anything.”

“Fine,” Michelle huffed. “Let’s get this over with. Here Erin.” She tossed a lumpy parcel across the table.

“Thanks,” Erin muttered. She leant down and picked up the precisely wrapped gift that had been sitting on the floor near her foot and slid it over to James across the table. “Here.”

“Oh,” he said softly, looking dumbly down at the gift in front of him and the tag on top that said – he felt a funny lurch in his stomach – To James. Love, Erin. “Thanks.”

James carefully stuck his finger under the bit of tape on the side and let the paper pop open before turning the present around to the other side and doing the same.

“Why are you going so slow?” Erin asked, looking very unimpressed with the care he was taking with it.

“Stop watching me. I can open my present however I please,” he said archly. He felt her shift beside him again, her earlier fidgeting having seemingly returned.

He peeled back the paper carefully until all that was sitting in front of him were a stack of three VHS tapes: Armageddon, Notting Hill, and Ghost.

“Oh,” he said again, staring down at them. 

The two of them had seen Notting Hill together at the cinema that summer, sitting in the cool, quiet dark as they watched a girl stand in front of a boy and ask him to love her. James could remember vividly sneaking glances at Erin’s enthralled face in the light of the screen. She’d been so wholly absorbed. He wanted to take her hand. He’d wanted to take her whole attention, to have it all directed at him the same way it seemed to be directed at Hugh Grant. She’d even mentioned visiting him in London for the first time ever as they walked out of the cinema. He remembered because he hadn’t had to bring it up first. Maybe it was then that he had started to hope.

As for the other two films – well. They hadn’t exactly watched them. James remembered that, too.

“It’s stupid, I know,” she stammered to cut through his silence. “I just thought they were…some of our favourites. And I thought you’d want to have them. So you could watch them. Whenever you want.”

“That’s an…eclectic range of films,” Clare said, craning her neck over Michelle’s shoulder to get a closer look. “There was a £10 limit, you know.”

“They were discounted,” Erin shrugged irritably.

"It's a waste of your money," Michelle said, eyeing the tapes and shaking her head. "We already own two of these."

"Well they're for him to take back with him, aren't they, Michelle?" Erin snapped. Four pairs of eyes, James’s included, turned to look at her in the wake of her outburst.

“Jesus, Erin. What crawled up your hole and died today?” Michelle chided.

“Nothing,” she grumbled, slumping an inch down in her chair, and then added, “I’m hungry. Can we eat already?”

They cleared off the wrapping paper now strewn across the table while Clare set to re-heating the Chicken Ball Specials that Erin and Orla had picked up earlier that day for their Christmas dinner. In the end, the wine and Christmas crackers put them all in a better mood. When Mary Quinn checked in once to see how they were faring, Erin only grumped a little bit. And Michelle didn’t bring up Faye again. 

All in all, it was exactly what James had been wanting. It felt normal. James liked normal. He’d been worried it would never be normal again. Maybe Erin was a little quieter and maybe she didn’t say much to him since he’d opened the tapes, but maybe that was normal, too. Maybe all of the times he’d ever caught her eye or shared a joke or brushed her knee with his wasn’t normal. Maybe it’d only ever been him doing it. Maybe she’d found it fun to reciprocate, whenever she did. Maybe it wasn’t ever anything more than that. Maybe now that he had a girlfriend, he’d never have any of that from Erin ever again.

That was normal. He knew that. But it still sort of felt a little bit like he’d lost something again, underneath it all.

By the time the second bottle of wine had been opened, Michelle suggested putting on a film to end the night. “One of the ones Erin got. Notting Hill.”

Erin had sat for a few minutes through the opening, up until Hugh Grant spilled coffee all over Julia Roberts’ shirt, when she pronounced that she’d go “clean up” and disappeared into the kitchen where sounds of the running kitchen sink and clanking dishes soon followed.

James only waited until Hugh Grant offered Julia Roberts apricots soaked in honey before he decided to use the toilet. He wasn’t much in the mood for Notting Hill, either.

He dallied for as long as he could without seeming suspicious and skirted around the edge of the room on his way back so that he could slip into the kitchen unnoticed.

Erin was standing at the sink, hands immersed in the water in the sink basin, staring idly out the window into the dark back garden. 

“Want help?” he asked from the threshold. She jumped in surprise and glanced at him briefly before turning her attention back to the dishes in the sink.

“Aye. If you want.”

He took his spot next to her and wordlessly began rinsing the soapy dishes.

“I don’t think I said a proper thank you. For the gift. It was…thoughtful,” he offered after a long silent minute, trying to sound cheerful.

If this was normal, then he could stand here next to her and say thank you and not have it mean anything.

She hummed her response and fell silent again, only the clatter of cutlery scraping along the bottom of the sink and the sound of the film in the next room filling the quiet.

After a long moment, her hands stilled again in the soapy water in the sink basin. “Why didn’t I know?” she asked, her voice sounding small. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

This wasn’t what he had come into the kitchen for. He was here as a peace offering, not to learn how to regret something entirely new.

“It wasn’t really any of your business,” he said tersely, his eyes trained out the window on nothing but the few distant lights he could see from neighbouring houses. It was too dark out to see much of anything. He looked anyway.

She was silent for a long moment before she answered, the sound of water and soap plunking up against the sides of the sink as she cleaned another dish. “Clare knew.”

He didn’t respond, only rinsed the plate she handed him.

“You could have said,” she tried again. “I wish you had told me. Then I wouldn’t have –”

“Wouldn’t have what?”

“I –” She stopped and took a shaky-sounding breath before finishing the thought, “I would have gotten you something different.”

They were silent as she washed the last dish and, while he was still rinsing and drying, she drained the sink, dried her hands, and walked away, back to the sofa to join their friends.

Michelle was downright wrathful the next day when Erin called to tell her that she was going back to Belfast early.

“She’s missing New Year. It’s the new millennium, James. And she won’t even be here. I’m so fucking ripping, if she weren’t already going to be gone she would be uninvited.”

It didn’t bother him that she left early. Not being bothered is what would be normal. They’d have a perfectly fine time on their own, the four of them. If Erin wanted to go back to Belfast, if she preferred spending her time with people there who she saw all the time instead of the friends who she saw only more and more infrequently, well that was her business.

If, when the clock struck midnight, he missed her, well that was something he would plan to forget about by the morning.

And if, when she next called him up it was to tell him she had a new boyfriend, well that was good, because now he had Faye.

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[itsyourchoicedevotionals]

Least Amount Of Stupid

“Whoever is simple (easily led astray and wavering), let him turn in here! As for him who lacks understanding, [God’s] Wisdom says to him, Come, eat of My bread and drink of the [spiritual] wine which I have mixed. Leave off, simple ones [forsake the foolish and simpleminded] and live! And walk in the way of insight and understanding.” Proverb 9:4-6AMPC

Have you ever done something stupid? After we’ve seen the end result of what we did, we hold our heads in our hands, moaning, ‘what have I done.’ Growing up, Dad often quoted, “There is a way that seems right to a man, but its end is the way to death.” Proverbs 14:12ESV. The way of the lie is so easy to follow. Where we are in history, the popular way, leads to death and destruction.

I had a crazy notion, when I became born again in Christ— automatically I was wise. Yet I can look back over the years and see stupid mistakes. Time and again, Jesus has had to bail us out financially. Decisions made concerning our children didn’t bear good fruit. Where did the frequent wrong ideas come from? Years of not consulting Christ, instead doing things the way that ‘felt right.’ 

Changes had to take place in me. “The reverent and worshipful fear of the Lord is the beginning (the chief and choice part) of Wisdom, and the knowledge of the Holy One is insight and understanding” Proverbs 9:10AMPCAlthough I loved God, I hadn’t revered Him enough to begin seeking consistently His ways. Too much was done on the move without prayers for instructions.

Instructions are given in James 1:5-8AMPC “ If any of you is deficient in wisdom, let him ask of the giving God [Who gives] to everyone liberally and ungrudgingly, without reproaching or faultfinding, and it will be given him. Only it must be in faith that he asks with no wavering (no hesitating, no doubting). For the one who wavers (hesitates, doubts) is like the billowing surge out at sea that is blown hither and thither and tossed by the wind. For truly, let not such a person imagine that he will receive anything [he asks for] from the Lord, [For being as he is] a man of two minds (hesitating, dubious, irresolute), [he is] unstable and unreliable and uncertain about everything [he thinks, feels, decides]” James 1:5-8AMPC. My prayers became, ‘Lord I don’t know how, give me wisdom.’ Changes began to form in the results of decisions made. 

When we waffle back and forth between two ideas we’re “simple.” The GNT of our text reads, “ignorant people.” Kenneth Copeland translates this scripture as ‘stupid.’ Bishop’s Bible 1568 writes “Who so is without knowledge,” sounds like Copeland might be right. Wavering back and forth is stupid and I’ve been there. 

Most of the devotionals, the Lord leads me to write, are about— ‘I’ve tried the wrong way. God’s way is better.’ At my age, I want the least amount of ‘stupid’ as I can possibly have. In our society today, Believers can afford ‘stupid’ even less than in years past. We’re to be as little Jesus Christs walking around doing what Jesus did. There’s not one verse indicating Jesus did things ignorantly. He was always on top of every situation. Make a pledge to yourself today to seek God’s wisdom before finishing your next sentence; completing your next chore, or doing anything. Or not. It’s your choice. You choose.

LET’S PRAY: Almighty God, God of wisdom thank You for making wisdom available to us. We don’t have to live in a world of constant mistakes. All we need to do is ask You for wisdom. Lord, please give us the wisdom we need, in the name of Jesus Christ.

by Debbie Veilleux

Copyright 2024 You have my permission to reblog this devotional for others. Please keep my name with this devotional, as author. Thank you. 

#Jesus Christ #word of god #lord of lords #god #holy spirit #it's your choice #devotional #stupid #back and forth #top #revere #wrong way #wisdom #love #hope #faith

[lire-casander]

i hear your name in every word i say

surprise! i bet you didn't expect me to post today, did you? well, @wtfuckevenknows @moviegeek03 and @laelipoo did (because you're such enablers and you know it!), but i wanted to keep this as much a secret and a surprise as i could because i didn't know whether or not i could be able to post this in time.

special thanks go to @morganaspendragonss and @de-ligts for the fastest beta-reading in the whole world. you guys rock!

if you're reading on a computer, please roll over the spanish texts to find the translation. if you aren't and need translation, please let me know and i will do my best to come back to you with it asap!

the title and quote from last part of this story come from hanson's song every word i say. but there are more songs by them that have inspired me to write this story, especially underneath, a song to sing, save me, never let go, and with you in your dreams. if you've been around long enough, you probably know by now that they're my comfort band, and they've got a song for every single emotion out there. name one emotion, i can easily quote a hanson song back at you.

you will also find quotes from ronen and rafael's exclusive interview with entertainment weekly.

i hope you enjoy reading this fic as much as i've enjoyed (and cried) writing it. i started this without having watched the finale, so at some point it might be a bit off, but no matter what, this is what i would have liked the wedding and the vows to go. just like i did a couple of years back, this story is written for me. i've tried to convey all i felt while watching this season, discovering new sides of my favorite characters and facing some things, such as grief and pain and self-growth alongside them. sometimes a person needs to do something that's deeply and intrinsically for themselves.

this is one of those times.

i love you all. thanks for being here with me this time around, and here's for another revolution around the sun!

i hear your name in every word i say

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sitting all alone in this place

even though we're here face to face

there is nothing gone

but there's something wrong

can't you see that i'm stuck here underneath

TK never thought he’d be in this situation on his wedding day. If he’s being honest with himself, four years ago he wouldn’t have even believed he was worthy of love, much less worthy of being loved so much that someone might want to tie the knot with him. But it’s not the wedding he’s worried about. They’ve postponed everything on Carlos’ request, and they will find another venue and another date that’s not so close to Gabriel’s passing, so it doesn’t hold bad memories for Carlos and his family. He knows Carlos asking for a bit of time and space doesn’t mean he doesn’t love TK anymore; he’s grown confident enough in the love they share to be aware of that. But there’s more to it than just Carlos dealing with his feelings, and TK can’t help it.

He’s worried about Carlos. That’s what true love, soulmate-level love, does to a person.

When there’s an illness, the family has some time to get used to the idea. Not to accept it, because nobody’s wired to accept death without fighting it. But the little time the illness grants gives a little perspective, precious minutes to say goodbye, to honor that person. But when death falls upon people like a stone thrown into a river, there’s no time for anything but crying, no space for anything but anger.

TK knows it well.

Carlos hasn’t been sleeping at all. TK gets it — when his mother passed, he’d fallen into unhealthier patterns than not sleeping. But it’s one thing not to sleep a wink at night and then fall asleep briefly on the couch, and a completely different thing to not want to sleep. Gabriel’s loss is still recent, merely hours, not even a full day; it’s expected that his family won’t be able to function properly yet. But Carlos’ attitude is different. Carlos isn’t just angry.

Carlos is plotting vengeance.

And it’s not that TK doesn’t get it. He does; oh, boy, does he. It’s that he knows the toll it will take on Carlos’ soul — Carlos, who has never intentionally harmed anyone, is now planning an intervention, thinking about going full Rambo on some suspect they’re not even sure is the one behind the shooting. TK doesn’t know how to help his fiancé without causing more damage that could probably be permanent. He’s aware of the stubbornness of grief and the insanity of mourning.

Neither suits Carlos, but TK can’t do anything about it without breaking the trust that he’s promised to keep.

keep reading on ao3

#lire's 40 to the 40s #offically 40 #woah i'm old #tarlos #tk strand/carlos reyes #carlos reyes/tk strand #andrea reyes #tk strand #carlos reyes #angst #mentions of grieving #mentions of death #spoilers for season 4 #spoilers for s04e17 #spoilers for s04e18 #911ls #911 ls #911 lone star #happy birthday to me!

[auroraescritora]

THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME - PERCY/NICO AU HIGH SCHOOL - CHAPTER XV

Hi, how's everyone? I was happy to see the votes in the poll^^ it's a good way for us to communicate. One person voted for no more +18 scenes! Does that mean you like my plots and characters? (Because you know I only write AU) I feel honored, really, from the bottom of my heart. So I'll always try to say when I have these kinds of scenes.

Without further ado, thank you for following me along this story!

CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / CHAPTER III / CHAPTER IV / CHAPTER V / CHAPTER VI / CHAPTER VII / CHAPTER VIII / CHAPTER IX / CHAPTER X / CHAPTER XI / CHAPTER XII / CHAPTER XIII / CHAPTER XIV

Nico didn't know what was happening to him. Or better yet, he did knew. The question was why.

"Baby." Percy said against his ear, digging his fingers into his hair for a brief moment that almost made him come. But too soon, Percy's hands traveled to his shoulders and down to his waist, stopping both their movements. "They will hear us.’’

Nico closed his mouth and tried to stifle the next moan, but he couldn't stop himself, rocking on Percy's lap and bending over him, and that’s what he didn't understand. Nico had never had sex with anyone like this before and suddenly, it was all he could think about. How could this be happening to him? The worst thing was that Percy was being a perfect gentleman. Or that was the case until Nico woke up the next morning. He'd gone to the bathroom and when he came back, Percy was still there, all stretched out on the bed, with nothing covering him... when had Percy gotten so tall or gotten those muscles? And those arms? Nico couldn't help himself, he went back to bed and... well, Nico would like to say that he had just watched Percy sleep.

Even though he felt sensitive from the night before and  had a headache from his hangover, Nico crawled across the bed and sat on Percy's waist, trying to be careful. This was so wrong, the talk of consent coming back with a vengeance. But maybe if he woke him up in an interesting way, Percy wouldn't be so angry with him. So, Nico did what he'd wanted to do for a long time, he put his hands on Percy's abdomen and slid them up, fingering the muscles and coming back down, feeling the hairs stand up against his fingers What would he have to do to get Percy to wake up? Maybe if he... Nico bent over Percy and reached up to sun-tanned face, feeling the beard that was beginning to grow, seeing a smile on Percy's wide lips.

"Per?" When Percy still refused to open his eyes, Nico continued his exploration. He massaged the broad chest and rubbed the erect nipples with his fingertips, watching them get hard.

It looked like he would have to do everything himself in the end, which was fine, it just gave him the courage to carry on. 

With gentle motions, Nico slid his ass down and found a bulge that hadn't been there five minutes ago. Should he? Nico knew it would hurt a bit, but he didn't want to look for the lube. It couldn't hurt that much, right? 

Testing the waters, Nico once again sat on Percy's lap, brought his hand behind him and found Percy's cock fully erect. Maybe he was a masochist, was the only explanation for the groan he let out when he forced himself against the resistance and the head passed through the tight entrance, sliding in much more easily than he had expected. Gods! The tip was so wet that he ended up finding the bottom faster than he expected. Nico thought he had screamed, he thought he had squeezed Percy's member inside him with all the strength he had. How could that translate into pleasure for his nerves, how?!

"You're going to hurt yourself." He heard Percy say in the background and felt hands squeeze his legs tightly. It was hard to concentrate on anything other than the member stretching him and the tremors of pleasure and pain that hit his senses. But... but everything would be all right, because a few moments later Nico felt warm hands caressing his back, the member pulling out of him and then wet fingers were massaging inside him for Percy's member to slide in him again, deep and delicious, reaching that place that until last night Nico hadn't known existed.

"What is it, hm? Why is my baby crying? Where does it hurt?’’

He denied it, shook his head, and let himself loosen. He put his arms around Percy's neck and relaxed, which made everything feel better. But Percy was still motionless there, breathing fast against his neck and holding him tightly around the waist. 

"Per... I need it.’’

"Doesn't it hurt? From last night?’’

Nico denied it once again, settling himself better on Percy's lap, making the member inside him hit the best spots with just that accidental movement.

"Please... I want you... I want you to... ah!’’

"Like that?" Percy asked and demonstrated again. He lifted Nico up by the waist and brought him down once more, meeting him halfway with a sharp thrust.

"They will hear us.’’

"Percy!’’

He thought he was really screaming now. It hurt! It hurt so much, and yet, he couldn't stop, feeling each of his muscles fall apart every time Percy's hips met his.

"You have to take responsibility for your actions, baby." Percy whispered in his ear. That was too much for him.

Whimpering and not knowing what his body wanted, Nico pushed Percy by the shoulder and crawled out of Percy's lap, moaning and sobbing, his legs failing him halfway, causing him to fall face-first into the pillows. Nico didn't understand what was happening to himself, he just... just... was going to explode at any moment if the world didn't make sense again. How could pain be so mixed with pleasure like that to make him delirious? Because the look on Percy's face could only be an illusion his mind was creating. It felt like... like he was the prey and Percy the predator.

"Where are you going?’’

"I... I don't know!’’

"Baby.’’

A shiver ran up his spine and made his legs shake. There was something in Percy's voice that made him freeze where he had fallen. What was happening to them? He couldn't look at Percy, he was afraid to see what he would find there, and he wanted to run away, but... but Nico didn't want to move and maybe find out what was scaring him so much. Either way, he was moving just the same, crawling across the huge bed towards... he didn't know, anywhere was fine. So why did he stop at the edge of the bed, still trembling and... and feeling an anticipation that he didn't know where it came from? The door was right in front of him, either the bathroom or the exit. If he felt so trapped, why wasn't he heading towards them?

Nico moaned in surprise when Percy's hand touched the middle of his back and gently slid up and down in one of the most comforting gestures Nico had ever experienced.

"Do you want to play?" Percy then asked, still not moving closer. "Or do you want to sleep some more? It's still early.’’

"I..  "Nico curled in on himself and hid his face in the pillow.

He didn't understand what was happening to him. Nothing made sense. He didn't want to be feeling these things and he didn't want to be that kind of person. Like, a few days ago he was fine with what was going on. So what was the problem?

"You can tell me.’’

"I want to cum." Nico admitted, his face buried against the pillow.

"Then look at me. Yes?’’

Nico denied it, curling up even more.

The bed around him rocked and then Percy was beside him, warm hands were on his spine along with lips that slid down the length of his back until they reached the curve of his buttocks, nibbling on them.

"Are you ready to talk?" Percy murmured against his skin.

When Nico denied him once again, Percy's lips moved down a little further and found his entrance, kissing the area gently. "Don't ever do that again. I don't want to see you hurt.’’

Nico had no other reaction than to shudder and moan against the pillows, feeling himself melt as Percy's tongue caressed a deeper place.

"Do you want me to touch your cock?’’

Nico denied it. All he did was deny it. What was going on!

"Do you want me to stop?’’

So, he denied it once again, surprising himself.

"Baby." Percy said in the most affable voice he'd ever heard and it made him feel strangely... happy, satisfied even.

"I want you... inside me.’’

"Really?" Now Percy sounded almost condescending, even ironic. Which made sense. They were doing exactly that until Nico had a panic attack.

"Tell me if it's too much.’’

All Nico could do was gasp, breathless from the sudden movement. The mattress sank slightly behind him and Percy tucked himself over his back. Hands encircled his waist, pulling him closer and fingers dug into his hair, strangely forcing him to inhale deeply. The funny thing was that Percy didn't even use much force, his head spinning, trying to come up with explanations for why this moment seemed so different from the others. What made him feel so distressed and so excited at the same time? At the moment, it didn't matter. Nico felt the head of Percy's member against his entrance once again and then everything in his vision blurred, his head clearing of any thoughts for a few moments. It was hard to describe. Nico didn't know if it was Percy's grip getting tighter and tighter on his skin, if it was Percy gasping against his ear or if even it was the decisive and forceful way Percy fucked him, slowly but with purpose with each short, well-placed thrust.

Maybe he just wanted Percy to keep him under control and tell him what to do next. Would he be forced to talk about it too? Before that could happen, Nico would rather run away and never come back. Or he would have, if Nico hadn't felt Percy's hands holding him against his broad chest, preventing him from moving too much.

"Everything's fine. With me, okay?" Percy held him between his arms and slowed down his movements, but it was too late. Something in the way Percy held him finally made Nico let go. Nico allowed Percy to continue holding him and shuddered for the next few minutes, relaxing against Percy's chest, feeling Percy go with him. 

"All right?" Percy said after a few moments when neither of them did anything to move.

"I'm not sure." That was the most sincere thing that had come out of his lips since he woke up.

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"I'm not sure. "Nico said, still sunk against Percy's chest, finally feeling safe and at peace.

He felt so strange that Nico would never have the words to express it. What had changed in five minutes that made him feel so good now?

"Everything is fine. You were great." Percy still had one hand in his hair and the other on his waist, which was now massaging his belly and lower abdomen, gently rocking him.

"What's going on? I didn't... I didn't want to run.”

"I know you didn't’.’

"I just..’’

"It's okay if you let yourself feel it.’’

"Let me feel what?’’

"I've learned that sometimes our minds go to strange places. As if our body wanted one thing and our minds, another. So it's okay to feel, whatever it is.’’

"Since when do you know so much about feelings?’’

"I...looked for help.’’

"Psychological?’’

Percy nodded against his back and Nico had to turn around to see for himself, but Percy wasn't facing him; he was looking out of the window.

"When you left, I realized that it was bad to suffer so much for someone, that made me want to kill myself.’’

"Percy! I never wanted this to happen! Why didn't you tell me?’’

"You're not responsible for my actions, and I'm not responsible for yours. Or at least, that wasn't the case back then.’’ 

Then Percy gave a mischievous little smile and Nico rolled his eyes. Looks like they had a lot to talk about. 

"The point is that I couldn't ask you to come back and it wasn't fair to let depression sink me down. I did what Sally asked." Percy shrugged. "I went to the doctor. And even with help, I still missed you. I had no choice but to see you having fun and growing up without me.

"I... it wasn’t forever." Nico muttered, feeling like a monster. "It was supposed to be a few months, then a year. I didn't have the courage to face you again.’’

"What made you change your mind?’’

"A photo. Annabeth and you, sitting on your bed.’’

Nico watched as, in slow motion, the look of sadness turned to amusement and happiness, Percy hugging him tighter.

"Oh, if she only knew.’’

"Knew what?’’

"Annabeth did it on purpose, thinking she was going to hurt you. I think she did it, didn't she?’’

"Percy!" Now Percy was laughing for real, throwing himself backwards onto the bed and taking him with him, trapping him in a bear grip.

"Let me go!’’

"No, it's serious now. Do you want to talk about what happened?’’

"I don't think so.’’

"Aren't you even going to give me a clue? A pointer? Nothing at all?’’

Nico could even imagine the nightmare. If Percy knew what Nico really wanted... it would be the end of him.

"All right. I got it.’’

Percy stretched and put Nico against the pillows. Before getting up, he kissed Nico and smiled at him, turning around in bed. He opened a drawer on his side of the bed and took out a diary with a blue cover, similar to the one he had given Nico.

"I think I'll write after I've had a bath. It's relaxing, don't you think?" Percy put the diary on his side of the bed and kissed Nico once more, going to the bathroom inside the suite and closing the door.

Nico heard the sound of water falling on the floor and felt like the dumbest person in the world. His own diary was right next to him on the dresser and the last thing he wanted to do was write about his feelings. He felt forced and manipulated into doing something he didn't want to, but, after all, it was only fair; Percy had told him something deep and personal, which left him in the position of telling something just as personal. In the end, wasn't that what he wanted? For Percy to... tell him what to do? Nico just didn't think it would spill over into life outside of sex. But if Percy wanted to know, he'd make Percy regret it.

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So, how was it? The update came faster, didn't it? It's easier when the chapters are shorter. I hope you enjoyed it. Did Nico overdo it? I don't know. But I think he's a bit touch starved, you know? When you miss someone so much that being close to them overwhelms you. I think the same goes for Percy.

Any way, It was fun. I hope you are enjoying. I would like to know what you think about it. See you all next week!

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