#fuck i check Tumblr the second i wake up

[batsbirdsandspeedstersohmy]

.

#i feel like your probably going to see this Charity cause you cant seem to leave me alone #just leave me alone #i dont care about kicking you out of the fandom i dont want to kick you off of Tumblr #cause i would hate if uou did that to me #Tumblr is my home my safe space and you cant let me live here #fuck i check Tumblr the second i wake up #i check Tumblr before ny text messages and i just see you reblog and comment on my post #my post on my main that i put no tags a post i just reblogged #i just want to play in my sandbox #and i do and you just sneak up behind me and push my hand in the sand then run away #just let me play in my sand box #i dont want to kick you off the playground #just stay away #from me and i away from you #all ny ex's where on Tumblr and in the same fandoms and we just didnt interact with each other #we unfollow we didnt bring each other up on our blogs #even though a lot of our followers knew we where dating before #we said we broke up and moved away #we didnt pull everyone else into it we stay on opposite sides and just did our thing #Charity me and uou where even dating or anything and some how this is so nuch more messy just stay on your side ill stay on mine #its not taht hard

[ghostedcas]

Can you do William and Afab!Reader snugglefucking?

snugglefucking 🥺🫶

i hope this is to your tastes sweet nonnie <3

MINORS DNI !!

william afton x afab!reader

word count: 450

warnings: soft smut, snugglefuck, very very light dubcon/somnophilia (reader is like half asleep and consent is not direclty given but is implied/refrenced consent has been arranged beforehand), 18+, probably ooc william afton bc it's soft (they're both sleepy)

a/n: i'm a virgin and that's probably gonna be very obvious from how i write smut, my only experience with sex is the fact that i've been reading fanfics since i was 10 so literally 10, almost 11 years💀 that said, please bear with me >.< as always, reader is afab and referred to with some "fem" petnames, but identifying gender is not specified.

a/n 2.0: also i wrote this at my grandparents' house while tipsy💅

a/n 3.0: soooooo all the stuff i wrote while drunk at my grandparents' house got deleted because tumblr is a lil BITCH and ngl i forgot most of what i wrote so i hope this version is okay. i may come back and rewrite this again and make it a little longer just because i feel awful about taking so long to get this out

--------

your eyes were still blurry with sleep in the early morning as you felt your husband slipping your underwear down your legs as he laid behind you, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as he slid the obstructing fabric off your body.

you glanced over to check the time, 04:46. you supposed william had woken for work and was feeling rather needy, taking advantage of your previously established arrangement. one both of you took advantage of often.

"mornin' darling, didn't mean to wake you." a lie.

"morning will.. 's okay."

"just relax for me, sweet."

and with his voice so sweet and husky, hoarse with the grogginess of having just woken minutes before you, how could you not relax? his touch moving slowly up your thigh, teasing you just so, before he places a calloused finger to your clit, rubbing slow and teasing circles.

a soft hum of pleasure escapes your lips at his sensual touch, spurring the brit on more. his finger slipping down to slip inside you, curling the digit against the spongy spot deep inside you.

"that's it sweetheart, takin' it so well..." william muttered into your ear lowly as he pressed kisses and nibbles to your neck, slipping a second finger into your throbbing cunt.

william relished in the sounds of your sleepy moans, hips bucking into his hands slightly as he drove his fingers into you at a languid pace. the lewd sounds of your slick against his palm filling both your ears.

feeling his long fingers slip out of you, you let out a broken whine at the loss, only to be met with the feeling of his tip pressing to your core.

"shh, don't complain angel. quit your whining, i'll give you what you want."

"will, please..." you gasped out, begging him so sweetly for something he wasn't even denying you.

william lifts one of your legs gently, moving it back just so to place it back on his thigh as he pushed himself up into you from behind, making sure to go slow as he pushed in, wanting both to be careful with you as well as torture you with his sluggish pace.

soft, broken moans leave both your lips as he slowly pushes in, taking his sweet time bottoming out. once he does he starts a slow, torturous drag, in and out, in and... out.

"fuck, doll. feels good, nice and tight for me, yeah?" william grunts into your ear, his right hand coming down and sliding across your front, making it's way down your stomach to meet your clit once more.

you could never tire of waking up like this, and perhaps you'd have to return the favour tomorrow.

#william afton x reader #william afton x reader smut #william afton smut #ghostedcas #casper writes #casper's 💌

[dante-mightdie]

Trailing off of dragon!price, princess!reader, and knight!gaz, why not add blacksmith!soap, and bandit!ghost ;))

-

Blacksmith!soap gets snatched by price the second he sees how beautiful his delicate metal works are, already daydreaming of his little pets in nothing but thin chains worth more than the average cost of a fine-breed horse,

Soap trys his hardest to fight against the territorial dragon, but once price decides he like something it's his, and he never lets go of what he instinctively knows is only his possession ;)

Bandit!Ghost and absolute thrill seeker of a theif, has stolen from the so called impossible, and Price's treasure is his next target and easy win, or so he thinks,

He gets rather far, filling a rough linen sack with valuables thousands of years old, and he almost gets away with it except for one small mistake, he spookes pretty princess reader and though he immediately muffled their growls and yells with a burly hand, the sound you did let out is enough to send price hot on your tail, and just like the rest ghost is scooped up unwillingly into the fold of price's wing like a mangy stray.

And believe me Ghost bites and thrashes trying every trick in the book, but price likes the sad/angry puppy look in his eyes and once again has picked up another stray for his hoard,

The first time all of price's hoard fuck together is during price's rut when he's absolutely insatiable and without tagging each other out, a couple of them woul definitely get severe dehydration among other things, not too say they all aren't a bunch of submissive puddles after being used by price,

All passed out in Price's warm silk nest, tucked under his wing, this is when price knows he's picked the perfect little pets to entertain him :))

-

Much love Sin <3

(p.s. praying Tumblr just ate the other puppy req I send in, and if you were in anyway uncomfortable with it don't hesitate to send me a dm about it :P)

not lost i just wanted didn't check my inbox until i finished work :)

content warning: dub-con, smut

price getting johnny to make pretty swords for his pretty knight! dull, of course. can't risk one of his pets hurting themselves!

gets you all matching velvet pillows so you dont scuff your knees when you kneel at his feet. makes him feel powerful. makes him feel in charge

and he is in charge, believe you me. only he could bring 3 big strong and a spoilt princess to their knees. turn them into moaning messes as he overstimulates them. soft rumbling purrs filling the dense cave when he reduces you to a whimpering puddle as you snuggle into him, desperate for aftercare from this grumpy ol' dragon...

I think he'd have a temper. start destroying things from his stash when one of you pisses him off, yelling at you and huffing fire from his nose whilst you and the rest of his hoard cower from him in the corner :(

it is nice having the boys around. it was dreadfully boring in the cave whenever price would go into hibernation, leaving you all alone to snoop through his belongings to find things to keep you busy

but now you have your boys to keep you entertained :) passing you around and taking their turn with you. simon wasting no time in throwing the pretty village princess onto her knees and having his way with you

his hard, thick cock drilling into your sopping hole, stretching you open as you squeal and bite down on your pillow to avoid waking price. listening to him tell you how he can't wait to escape this dragon and tell everyone that the village princess is really the village whore :(

soap goes next, telling himself that there's no reason why he shouldn't get to have his turn next. except he's a little nicer than simon, kneeling between your legs and lapping at your sore cunt :( spitting on it to keep you nice and wet as he slips his cock in you

fucking simon's load back inside your cunt and making the sloppy sound of him drilling into you echo throughout the cave, slinging your legs over his shoulder and forcing you into a mating-press

and lovely gaz :( who feels so bad about defiling the princess he swore to rescue but you just looked so pretty creaming around soap and simon's cock, tears slipping down your cheeks as you cum for the millionth time :(

goes in with the guise of comforting you before slipping his fingers down to drag between your sopping folds. kissing your forehead and cooing at you as he sits you on his cock, grabbing your hips and bouncing you in his lap

shushing you when price stirs in his slumber due to your loud squeals and cries. dumping another load in you before dropping you down next to price, letting the older man wrap his wings around you as he snores soundly <3

#mw2 #ghost #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #captain john price #john price #john price x reader #gaz x reader #kyle garrick #gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick #gaz mw2 #gaz #kyle garrick x reader #soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap mw2 #john mactavish #johnny mactavish #call of duty #cod

[navstuffs]

Emptiness

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

Summary: You are dead, and Leon wonders why he is still alive.

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, long one-shot, leon is suicidial, suicide attempt!!, leon is depressive, MAJOR ANGST, abuse of alcohol, some usage of y/n, cigarettes/smoking, leon is a mess, SAD SAD SAD!!!, leon is suffering a lot, lots of pain, NO HAPPINESS!, dates in italic count since reader's death

Author's Note: idk, except i am sorry i like to make the characters i love suffer and share that on the internet? i made my husband read this, and he doesn't care about leon whatsoever, and he ended up upset for him at the end so you can imagine how this goes. i have more happy leon's fanfics, you can check it out here!

PLEASE, PROCEED CAREFULLY, AS THIS FANFIC DESCRIBES SUICIDE, SUICIDE ATTEMPT, DEPRESSION, AND ALCOHOLISM.

If you have been struggling with depression or suicidal thoughts, you are NOT alone! Here is a link for tumblr support for some helpful information, depending in what country you are! Seek help, you are loved, you are strong, you are wanted!

3 months, 27 days, 3 hours, 5 minutes

The first thing Leon notices when he wakes up is that he is cold. He isn't wearing a shirt, and for some reason, the blankets covering his body look dirty with some unknown substance. He groans, throwing the blanket on the floor. He still wears the jeans from last night, has no shirt on, and doesn't smell well.

The second thing he hears is his phone's ringtone. It had to be Chris. Or Claire wondering if he is alive. He sits up, his hand rubbing his face as a way to make the headache less.

The third thing Leon notices is his hand resting in the empty space of the bed. Your empty space on the bed. He gulps because he hasn't touched that part since returning to the house. He raises his hand as if Leon contaminated the area, the last pieces he had of you.

Leon glimpses under your pillow a very familiar black shirt. One of the ones he gave to you. Leon doesn't remember grabbing it last night. He holds it, checking if he got dirty, but the shirt seems clean. Leon takes the shirt to his nose, smelling it. 

His phone rings a second time breaking his trance. He gets up from the bed and sighs when he sees the nightstands filled with beer cans. You would have hated that.

When he finally finds his phone on the bathroom floor, Leon's headache worsens when he sees Chris's name.

"Yeah?"

"Fuck Leon, I was on my way to your house right now. You scared me, man."

"What do you want?" Leon isn't in the mood to talk, especially with Chris.

"Claire told me she went by your house last night, and you weren't there. She says the motorcycle wasn't there. Have you been drinking and driving again?"

Leon rolls his eyes. As if drinking and driving was a big problem for him now.

"Okay, mom, if that is all, then."

"Look," Chris sighs, and there is a long pause before he speaks again. "There is a mission. If you are still interested."

Finally, Leon thinks. He has been begging for one for weeks now, and Chris has always said "no," "next time," or "we shall see" due to his mental health situation.

"Yeah. When?"

"I will send you more details when I have it. Look, Leon, I just don't think you should—"

Leon hangs up without letting Chris finish. He scrolls through his lost calls, mostly all of them being from Chris and Claire. A few from Jill when she was trying to help. It got too much for her as well. Leon scrolls down even longer, finally finding your name.

Almost four months ago. Has it been that long? Two last calls.

As a ritual he repeats every morning, Leon clicks on your name, hearing the call go straight to voice mail. Precisely as he wanted.

Hi, this is Y/N, you tried to reach me, but I can't take your call now! Leave me a voice message, and I will contact you as soon as possible!

Beep.

-x-

 4 months

Jill Valentine is sitting in front of Leon inside the jet. She hasn't looked at him once inside the plane as they are being taken to a contamination site. Her eyes are distant, her form is tense, and Leon maybe thinks that time can't cure it all.

"Preparing to land," They hear in their radio communications. Leon rechecks his gun, wondering without significant interest if any of that would ever end. When he looks up, Jill is observing him.

"You ready for this?" She asks with a mild tone of curiosity in her voice.

You knew Jill longer than you knew Leon, actually. You were her best friend before becoming his lover. Jill had given Leon all the solemn talk of "Don't fuck up with my best friend, or I will kill you." After your passing, Jill had become somewhat like a ghost in his life. She tried, Leon wonders, if not for you, to give him support in the first two weeks, but Leon knew deep down she blamed him.

And she was right.

"Yeah," He answers.

Jill nods. The last time she had seen Leon, he was miserable. With the longest beard Leon has ever had, bloodshot eyes, hair a mess, drunk, and the smell of cigarettes around the house. She told herself she would try for you, but it wasn't easy to see Leon like that. And after she said you would hate it if he smoked inside their house and Leon grunted that you were dead and never coming back, she left without looking twice.

She never understood why Chris and Claire continued. Maybe because they knew him longer than they knew you.

The plane finally lands in a safe space, and they exit. It is in an abandoned industrial area this time, and they might have survivors who live nearby and might need help.

"Do not fuck this up," Jill warns.

"I won't."

-x-

1 month, 1 week, 2 days, and 5 hours

Claire Redfield is knocking on Leon's door. It is way past dinner time, but she brings pizza. From your favorite place. Claire knows he won't have eaten anything since Chris kept telling her Leon is losing weight. Since your death, Claire has tried to help Leon out as much as she could because she knows that is what you would have wanted, to no avail.

"Come on, Leon, I have pizza! I know you haven't eaten today!" She announces.

That's when her sixth sense starts beeping. All house lights are off, which is strange: Leon either left the TV or any light on. Leon didn't like the darkness. Claire tries to open the door but is locked. Leon never locked the door since he was back for this house. With her heart racing, Claire goes to her bag and grabs the reserve key. She shares one with Chris, and they both trade every week. Leon doesn't seem to care, not that he cares about many things lately.

She enters the apartment to complete silence. No sight of him anywhere.

"Leon?" Her voice is distant, as her hands are looking for her gun. Maybe someone invaded and got him? Perhaps something else—?

The air escapes from Claire's lungs when she sees Leon. Hanging from the ceiling.

"Leon!" She screams, running fast to hold his legs. She doesn't know what she is doing, she is calling for help, she is trying to get a chair, she is trying to hold his legs up so he can breathe. Claire doesn't dare to look up.

With one sudden decision, Claire gets her gun and shoots three times at the rope. Leon's body drops, and he is pale as a ghost. She kneels near him, feeling his pulse. There is still one, very light, but there is one.

Without thinking twice, Claire starts CPR, Stayin' Live by Bee Gees, in her head. She knows Leon will hate her for this, but she can't fail this. She would have hated herself, you would have hated her.

"Come on, Leon, come on." She begs desperately as she compresses his chest with all her strength. When Leon finally breathes, a small vigorous one, Claire is sweating on her clothes. She sighs, relieved, sitting down on the floor, drained.

She grabs her bag and finds her phone to call the emergency number, asking for an ambulance. That her friend attempted suicide. She gives them Leon's address, checking for his breathing. When Leon opens his eyes, he is confused. The last thing he remembers is kicking the chair away, the air escaping slowly from his lungs. He looks around, finding Claire's face in his peripheral view. She seems to be crying, her hands on his chest.

His blue eyes find hers, and Leon looks with hatred in her direction for the first time that Claire doesn't recognize him. She feels tears form in the corner of her eyes, and her lips shake, but she holds them back.

"I have called an ambulance," Her voice shakes, and Leon's stare carries so much weight that she must look away.

-x-

1 month, 3 weeks, 8 hours, 2 minutes. 

The hospital door opens, and Leon exits, carrying his duffel bag. After staying confined for almost two weeks, he inhales the fresh air. Those two weeks, instead of helping, just made him feel worse. Much worse. With no alcohol, no cigarettes, nothing, Leon had no way to forget. He woke up and went to sleep with your face on his mind.

Going through what he did wrong. What he could have done right.

He feels the pain sting his soul, thinking about your smile. Fuck, he needed a drink. He needed some sort of dubious mixed-up cocktail. The stronger, the better. When he looks to his left, he sees Chris Redfield standing.

Sighing, he walks toward Chris. Leon knows he won't be able to run away. Chris has a worried stare as he gets closer. To be honest, Leon thought he should have hated after what he did to Claire, but no, Redfield still manages to give him a small smile when Leon gets close.

"Hey."

"Who told you I was going to leave?"

"Mhm, the hospital? You are in my care for the next couple of weeks."

"I am going home." Leon starts to walk away from him, but Chris's arm stops him.

"No, you are not. As I said, you are in my care. And if I need to drag you to my car and make a scene in front of all those people, I will. What do you think?"

Leon hates how Chris can look like you so much regarding his care. Always to drastic measures, you both could say. Pretending to have given up, Leon holds his hands up as a sign of defeat and follows Chris to his car.

"Is...Claire okay?" Leon mutters as Chris starts the car. Leon can see Chris hold the wheel stronger than he should, but the moment passes, and Chris answers.

"She is worried sick about you. She has been...busy, that is all."

Leon knows that is a lie. He had seen Claire on one of the visitations day, and she seemed upset like she had been crying every day since she found him. Leon felt guilty Claire was finding him (he thought someone else would) and was outraged when she saved him. And he ended up lashing out at her. When Claire tried to argue during the visitations that is what you would have wanted, Leon roared that he never wanted to see her again.

To be honest, Leon is relieved. One less person for him to hurt. Chris, well, that one was hard. Leon knows he isn't giving up that easily. Especially after the last thing he said to you was that he would protect him during a mission.

"No, no, Chris, you don't understand, he bikes around without a helmet and thinks that is super cool? I mean, how old is he again? You better keep your eye on him, if I am not around. Got it?" You asked, winking in Leon's direction. He knew you were teasing him, but Chris's tone was serious when he answered.

"Loud and clear."

In the first three weeks after your death, Chris was there. He rummaged through the house, taking everything Leon could use to harm himself. Leon's guns were the first to go, Leon didn't know how he discovered the password, and honestly, he didn't care. He just woke up a day with them gone. Knives? Gone. It was like Chris was baby-proofing the house. 

Leon would have lost much more weight during that time if it wasn't for Chris insisting on him eating. Or hydrate. Warning if he got too weak to take care of himself, Chris would have made sure to strap him to a bed and kept him there against his will.

"There are cigarettes in the glove's compartment," Chris says, cutting his line of thought.

Leon looks at him with suspicion before opening. Chris wasn't lying. There is even a lighter there.

"You smokin' now?" Leon asks out of curiosity.

"No. I bought those for you."

Leon lights up a cigar, opening the window. The rest of the car ride goes silent, and when they finally arrive at Chris's house, he turns off the car, sighing.

"Look, Leon. I am not very good at this, and you know it. You will stay with me as long as you want, but I can't keep you a prisoner in my house."

Leon observes him, and Chris takes the courage to finally say it.

"No one wants you dead, Leon. What happened to Y/N, it wasn't your fault. And you need therapy."

Leon gives a humorless laugh, opening the door of the car.

"You are not bad at this, Chris. You are terrible at this."

-x-

4 months, 1 day, 5 hours

Ada Wong is good at her job. She does what she is paid to do when she needs to do it. No feelings attached, except, well, when Leon Kennedy is involved. It had been like this since the events during Raccoon City.

And then, suddenly, you appeared on his side during the events in Spain. You were something else, for sure. Standing by his side, remaining strong, although that was your first mission, or so Ada heard. And facing up her, determination in your eyes. Ada found you adorable, perfect for Leon. The loyalty, in your eyes, was something she could never demonstrate.

The man in front of her now was just what once was Leon Kennedy, her..."ally" from the other side. Ada had to admit she was shocked when she first saw him, barely recognizing him. Leon had big dark bags under his eyes, not as strong as he once was. And there was...no life in his once vivid blue eyes. Nothing.

"Ada Wong. Doing something for yourself again?" Leon asks, his voice monotone.

Ada was used to his hostility, mistrust, and even anger. But not that complete apathy, a complete lack of emotions. Leon Kennedy was dead, she was confident, and he died when you did.

"You know I don't share my secrets, big boy," She says, her tone the same as always. "But we can always find common ground, as we always do."

Leon nods, and Ada tells herself she shouldn't care, she shouldn't ask. But she has never seen it like this, and this Leon frightens her.

"I have heard about Y/N. My condolences."

Leon's eyes go wide with surprise. He looks at Ada as if she has just arrived from outer space.

"Is this one of your schemes? 'Cause if it is, cut the crap, I am not in the mood."

"It is not. I heard about what happened." Is Ada Wong really showing empathy? Leon blinks, surprised, but he shakes his head. No, it has to be one of her tricks. Since when did Ada start caring about him?

"Shut up, Ada. Do not mention this ever again. We are here for a mission, nothing else, nothing more. Stop pretending you fucking care." Leon's voice is low, and Ada doesn't say anything as she watches him walk in the dark corridor before her. She has known him long enough to know when he is being serious, and she knows he is threatening her life now.

Ada sighs. The Leon Kennedy she once knew, was gone. You left a carcass behind, a damaged man for the rest of his life. Ada still remembers the last thing she said to you, before she disappeared.

"You are truly special. Take care of him."

-x-

1 minute

"Is Mr. Leon Kennedy speaking?"

Leon stops when he answers his phone to a strange voice. 

"Yes? Who is this?"

"Mr. Kennedy, this is from McKenney Hospital. Could we speak with you in just a moment? Are you busy or driving?"

"No. Hospital, you say? What is going on?"

"We just need a moment of your time. Do you know Y/N L/N?"

Leon's heart starts bumping against his chest.

"Yes. What about it?"

"Y/N L/N was involved in a car crash today, sir. At this moment in time, they are doing surgery on them."

"What? No, excuse me, ma'am, this is some mistake."

The gentle voice behind the phone silences as she listens, Leon saying you weren't involved in an accident. It was impossible. You were coming to have dinner with him later, you were going to forgive him, you were going to be back together just fine. When Leon shuts up, the voice speaks again with much more compassion.

"You are tagged as their emergency contact, Mr. Kennedy. How long can you get in here—"

"I just fucking told you, lady, that is impossible, they are coming to have dinner with me, we are supposed to reconnect, and you aren't listening to me!" Leon screams the last part, punching the counter before him and making all the glass bowls in the counter jump. 

The compassionate voice waits to speak again in a much more determined tone.

"Mr. Kennedy, I suggest you come to the hospital, not alone. Come with a friend. We will answer all your questions and concerns when you get here. Just don't come alone."

Leon turns off the call, pissed. How can the lady be so stupid? He told her over and over again you were on your way to his house, your house. Leon had been cooking the whole night, preparing your favorite dinner. After that, he would never let you away from him ever again. He breathes deeply now, trying to ease the tremors on his hands, when he lets his eyes wander off to the TV, a news broadcast about a terrible accident that happened. Some drunk driver caused this accident that involved a with a truck oil tank, and five people were killed. Many injuries reported.

Without thinking twice, Leon grabs his motorcycle's keys.

He doesn't know how he got in one piece in the hospital. Something inside him tells him to call Jill, Claire, Chris, or someone, anyone, but he doesn't. The hospital's entrance is chaotic, with most victims being taken there since it was the closest location.

Leon asks your name to the front receptionist, and they say they are operating you now. The lady points to the waiting room area, where Leon waits. Leon had felt fear many times in his life, but nothing compared to this. He knew you were strong. Stronger than him, actually. You were brave. You were getting out of this.

Because he didn't know how to live without you.

Leon observed families getting good and bad news for what seemed an eternity. The death toll climbed to more two people, a mom crumble in the doctor's arms due to the loss of his son and husband. Leon was praying, begging for some higher force or anything for you to live.

He would never drink again. Leon Kennedy would never let the darkness inside him win and let you go. He would never doubt himself or his ability to love. No, Leon would love you even more intensely than he already did, more than anything in his life.

Leon takes a while to get up when the doctor finally calls his name. He feels sick, his stomach is twisting. He counts nine steps until he gets to the doctor, a lady with scrubs and an indecipherable face.  

"Mr. Kennedy, do you want me to take you to a more private room?"

"Tell me."

The doctor sighs, looking directly into his eyes when she says. 

"We did everything we could, Mr. Kennedy. I am sorry they didn't make it."

No. 

"I am sorry, Mr. Kennedy, I truly am."

No. NO! NO!

"Mr. Kennedy, please, don't, I am sorry. Can I get some help over here? Please, don't do this!"

It takes six or seven security guards to stop Leon from destroying the waiting room or even hurting someone. He is crying, he is begging, he is losing himself. It couldn't be true. It just couldn't. It was unfair: not after everything he had done or everything you went through together. He always told you he needed to die first because Leon knew damn well he couldn't live without you. Leon has a hole in his chest that will never close again. He feels someone pull his sleeve up, a pinching sensation, and Leon falls into darkness. 

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy fanfics #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy angst #leon x reader #leon x you #please dont hate me too much #but i had to :( #someone give reader to leon back please #i almost cried at the end of this I SWEAR

[ghouljams]

It's my birthday so I've been in that mood where I imagine the cod boys celebrating their b-day, and as I am absolutely obsessed with fae!Keegan Angel and their baby, I've just been thinking about the little monster asking Angel about if their daddy has a birthday since both of them have ones they celebrate, and since Angel has no fucking idea how fae birthdays work or how fae even get born in the first place I imagine she and the baby would just choose a day and throw Keegan a surprise party just because (he would tear up, but will never admit to it)

I love that it has just been decided she's called Angel, I have had no hand in this. This idea though... so cute, absolutely divine, I'm eating it up. Sorry this is a day late, Tumblr stopped letting me edit :)

"Ah ah!" You yell, racing to push Keegan away from the fridge. He freezes, startled by your sudden exclamation, and lets you move him away from the fridge. "Let me get it for you," you offer casually, barely cracking the door to fish around for a soda water. Keegan watches you struggle with a raised brow, unwilling to help after your little outburst. You grab one of the cans and hand it to him triumphantly.

He pops the tab and eyes you with clear suspicion. "Somethin' you wanna share angel?" He asks when you don't come right out with it. You shake your head and he shrugs. "I'll just ask the little monster," he tells you, turning to go find your child.

"Don't!" You grab his arm to try and keep him in the kitchen, he looks at you again with more concern, "Please," you beg, "They're- you know they can't keep secrets from you and they're so excited."

Keegan smiles, his eyes soft. He pulls his hand from your grip and cups your face. "Fine," he relents, "but you can't keep me outta the fridge forever."

"Not forever," you promise him, "you can have it back tomorrow." You think for a second, "tomorrow afternoon."

"You're making breakfast then?" You nod, Keegan gives your cheek a light, affectionate, pat. "Alright then, tomorrow afternoon."

-

You wake him up with a kiss in the morning, gentle and imploring. He's always slow to wake up, but you find this method works best for these sort of slow mornings. Keegan stirs enough to wrap an arm around you and attempt to drag you back into bed, something that makes you laugh and push at his hold until he rolls over to check his phone.

"Fuck me," he groans, "s'that late already? Thought you'd be at work by now."

You shake your head, "Took the day off." He hums, rubbing some sleep from his eyes.

"What's the occasion? I'm not missin' an anniversary am I?"

Another shake of your head. "I will let your monster answer that."

"My monster," Keegan grumbles, pushing himself to sit up against the headboard, "thought they were our monster." You laugh and tug the bedroom door open. You child strikes a pose, their fingers tightly gripping the strings on a handful of balloons. Keegan snorts and they shoot like a bullet towards him, clamoring onto the beg with a loud,

"Happy birthday!"

"Birthday!" Keegan grabs the kid around their tummy and pulls them close to kiss their cheek as the shriek and squirm, "Thank you buddy." You can almost see the little golden glow between their chests, the excited plucking of your child's fingers at the air between them pulling new warmth into the room. Keegan holds a hand out to you, and you walk over to let him pull you against his side. "I didn't know it was my birthday," he smiles up at you, mischief dancing in his eyes.

"They asked," you glance down at where your child is gleefully attempting to pull a crumpled card out of their pocket, "and I figured we're far enough into the season-"

"Season?" Keegan squeezes your hip and looks back at your child, "what a clever thing your mommy is now that she's got all the pieces to the puzzle."

"It is Spring, right?" You pluck nervously at the cotton tee he's wearing. You child chatters away on his lap, pointing out who is who on their card.

"Baby season," he agrees, taking the card from the kid to look over the hand drawn illustrations, "about time to start trying for another."

"Is there a time for that, for you?" You joke, and Keegan gives you such a serious look you can't help the spare giggles that slip out before he smiles and shakes his head.

"You got me all year baby," He tugs you down to kiss him, his head tipped back as you lean down, "but I want a whole team of these things." He tells you when you pull away. A tiny hand pushes at your face and you grab you kid's hand and kiss their fingers with a smile.

"Probably a good time to start trying then," You lift your child off of Keegan's lap and up into your arms to rest against your hip. Keegan hums, his fingers dragging against your hip as you bounce the kid. You'll save the positive test you took for later, when you can properly celebrate without your first born interrupting.

#i think keegan is an aries #try to tell me im wrong im not #cod x reader #x reader #mom!reader #x f!reader #f!reader #keegan x reader #keegan ghosts #keegan russ #cod keegan #keegan p russ #fae!keegan #also im naming the kid Ainsley #oc: Ainsley Russ #congrats to keegan for once again getting his darling pregnant

[vaguelyapeanutbutterandjelly]

This isn't over, I hope you know.

Price x Male Reader Requested: Yes! But there were some technical issues. Pt 1 (Here! :])/ ??? Warnings: Break-up, Argument, Angsty angst angst A/N: *Drops this and scuttles away* This was intended to be longer but I'm cutting it in half to see if Tumblr will actually let me post it. If it does the 2nd-supposed-to-be-this-part will be out soon after :]

"Look, [Name], I get you need attention-" John started, following your pacing form as you quickly walked back and fourth in his office. Whipping your head to meet Johns gaze dead on. Your eyebrows raised as you stalled for a second. Jaw dropping as you quickly caught up with what he said, your blood boiling with nothing put resentment and frustration, "Attention? Atten-" Taking a deep breath you summoned all you had to just keep yourself from yelling. This was something that stayed between you, and him. "John when was the last time we slept in the same bed? Hmm?" You snarled, arms uncrossing so you could use them to accentuate your point. Anything to try and convey your anger to him, to somehow shove his own actions into his thick skull. John's eyebrows furrowed as he sat back in his seat. A calloused hand coming up to rub his beard like he did whenever a missions plan changed last minute, or a recruit did something stupid. He looked exhausted, and annoyed. Fucking. Annoyed. Like you were just a child that was having a tantrum over not getting a treat. Not like you were his boyfriend of 6 years. Like you weren't the man he'd laid in bed with, whispering honey sweet words of a distant future where you'd settle down and marry. Like you weren't justified for being upset that he'd been ignoring you for months in favor of his beloved taskforce.

"When was the last time we kissed, John?" You spat, "Do you even remember? It was a month and a half ago. 45 days ago." Throwing your hands up you began to pace again. Quickly walking back and fourth to try and do, something. You weren't even sure why you were anymore, your thoughts too muddled to make out anything coherent even if you tried. You were probably working yourself up, probably making yourself more angry then the situation called for. But at this point? You deserved to be angry. You deserved to be fucking pissed. You weren't even looking at Price, "Do you really have nothing to say, John? Do you-" John stood up, slamming his hands on his desk with a harsh slam. Making you jolt to a stop, eyes wide as you stared at him. Johns usual calm, even soft demeanor around you turning into something you didn't recognize. "[Name] for god's sake I don't have time for your shit. I have things to do and that doesn't include you having a tantrum in my office. Get your fucking act together or get out, lieutenant." John practically yelled through gritted teeth as he glared at you standing there. Probably looking like a deer in headlights. With a long exacerbated sigh he sat back down in his chair. His eyebrows knitted together as he looked down to whatever paperwork he was busying himself with. You simply stood there in shock. He looked so much different now then he did when you'd first met. Johns famous mutton chops were starting to grey and all the stress he constantly held made him look 10 years older. His soft baby blue eyes now were jaded and grey. Filled with a hardness you could only get through time. Then it just, clicked. John, your John, was always a workaholic. Against his best interest he'd work himself into burnout just to be overworked and under-appreciated the next day. Only to wake up in the morning and do it all again. But your John would always make time for you. He'd always make sure, even if it was 10, hell, 5 minutes, some part of his day was spent with you. That John would be the first to seek you out after missions and check you over for injuries. To make sure you were alright. His hand resting on your shoulder just a second longer then it should as he passed you a loving look. Grinning ever-so-slightly before going back to his normal stoic appearance. But the man in front of you wasn't your John. Your sappy lover was long replaced by Captain Price, smothering John with his overwhelming force until there was nothing left of the man.

#price mw2 #price x male reader #john price x male reader #cod x male reader #cod

[latinotiktok]

wake up. open my blog latinotiktok on tumblr dot com. gets several asks about commiting fraud again to make a red bunny puppet win a sexyman competition i am hosting. gets asks about being a cunt for doing fraud a second time even though i still havent done anything. checks out submissions: it's Chavo del 8 yaoi. upload the video. get tagged in crazy 31 minutos fanart, get tagged in several threatening posts about the sexyman elections and the results. check out submissions again. Messi fancam to bribe me. Check out the other asks, several people wanting a tumblr sexyman with politicians. Check the rest of the asks "I've always wanted Pepe Mujica carnally". Close the inbox, check the mentions, it's fucking yaoi aGAI-

#.txt #normal day on this blog

[the-s1lly-corner]

JONATHAN AND GN!READER AND THEIR ANTICS !!!!!!!

Antics w/ Jonathan and Reader!

I did a similar post yesterday!! (Linked at the end, hopefully, I'm mobile and sometimes tumblr can be weird)

I'm so so sorry it took my so long to get this request <\\3 I was trying to come up with new ideas so it could be different than the other ask <\3, which I highly recommend checking out! Imma be real I'm not totally confident in how this one turned out so that second post can be like an extra/make up <\3

I wasnt sure if you wanted this to be platonic or have them dating so!! It's mostly written as vague in that department!!

Jonathan doesn't strike me as the person who goes out and does things a lot

Just. Wake up, work, home, sleep, repeat.. he'll sometimes send texts to friends and family to schedule a lunch here and there but

That's about it, hes not very social

So a lot of these antics are really going to be made through you making the plans; with the shenanigans really being unplanned byproducts

Honestly I can totally see Jonathan starting shit with someone, be it accident or on purpose, prompting both of yall having to hightail it out of the area

Reminds me of that part from one of the diary of a wimpy kid movies, where greg n rodrick do that fake puke prank on the guy and have to make a run for it

Actually I can totally see yall subtly being menaces and fucking with people

Maybe not a fake puke prank persay but

Yk?

No crime stuff; I only really see that becoming a thing after he becomes Spot! Both from how he worded his whole "turning to a life of crime" thing and the fact he just

Lacks the experience and confidence

Moving on

Maybe it's just my "let's get silly with the writing" part of me, or it's my need for chaos (arguably the same thing), but

I feel like

Somehow, you guys would accidentally probably maybe kinda sorta

Wreak havoc in ways spot could only dream of (before doing the whole. Bouncing across the multiverse thing)

Yall could probably start the day wanting to go to some food truck and

End it by spending a night in jail

Neither of you are allowed anywhere near food trucks after that /j

No but serious note, Jonathan is basically a hermit, he doesnt like leaving his apartment unless he has to; people are just, so

Eeuuughchk!

So when you two hang out it's either his place or yours

But that's not to say it isnt fun!

Hes got normal stuff people have in their homes, like board games and consoles

And also science doohickies

Yeah people have that in their houses, that's a normal thing

Ngl if you give him any ideas for machines or whatnot hes totally going to give it a try

See previous post with a trans s/o, he would make the transgenderinator if you asked him to

Well now hes just turning into doof

Ykw

I feel like he'd take you to alchemax to show off stuff but like

If you asked nicely

How can he say no to that face?

And also he has no backbone

That's not to say you would pressure him, though! Because that's not cool, dont pressure people. But like, he would cave in the way of "I know it's not that serious and I know they'll probably understand if I say no, but I don't want to ever risk disappointing them ever in my life, so I'm gonna say yes!" Kind of way

He just like me frfr

And this is assuming you even know about alchemax

Which personally, unless you're in some way associated with it, I'm p sure be would have a strong boundary to keep you out of it

This is really just turning into a general ramble <\3

Anyways

I dont have many ideas since I struggle with general hcs like this but!! Yeah!! Definitely recommend the linked post for a better more cohesive (?) List of ideas and hcs!! This post kinda

Made me realize I dont have many hcs for Jonathan outside of making his personality a smart pathetic science man

Gotta fix that , give him some hobbies n stuff in the future

Link to a similar post!

#atsv spot #atsv #the spot #the spot x reader #spot x reader #jonathan ohnn #jonathan ohnn x reader

[grugruel]

An Affair to Remember

Pairing: Collegue!Bucky x f!Reader

Masterlist

Summary: You've worked with Bucky for quite some time now, from his first greeting and charming smile your affection for him bloomed. Although you kept your crush a secret, you couldnt help but very subtly flirt with him. He's much older, and well.. happily married. Which you wouldnt ever want to ruin, but theres no risk of that ever happening since he would never want you anyway.. right?

Warnings: Age-gap (reader over 20), adultry, slight smut (more to come), jealousy. Let me know what I missed!

Word count: ±4k

AN: Hello! Its my first time writing EVER. Its also my first time really postning anything on tumblr, so go easy on me. But if you do have any notes to make my writing better please let me know! :)

--

My phone rang disturbingly loud, waking me in a startle. I jolted out of bed and franaticly searched for the source of the sound, laying concealed somewhere in my sheets. I became increasingly annoyed the more times the signal repeated itself, but it stopped soon after. Making the phone harder to find and me more agitated.

I eventually found it, noticing several missed calls from Hannah my bestfriend and collegue. Still drousy, I could't bother to call her back so I splayed out on the bed and waited for her to call me again. The rain tapping on my window had me drifting off to sleep, but just then the phone rung.

Disturbed from my sleep yet again, I answered the call asuming it would be her 'God its like 5 in the morning, why the fuck are you calling me?'

'Calm down now girl, by that reaction I presume I woke you up.' The voice on the other end chuckled.

I quirked my brow, last I checked Hannah was not a man, she was usually this sassy however. I looked at the number, not recognizing it and answered with a weary sigh 'Uhm, yes actually. Who is this again?'

'Dont you recognice my voice?' He laughed, 'It's Bucky' and just like that my morning was fixed in the flash of a second. I have been crushing on my married collegue for months at this point and I was fully aware how immoral it was.

Bucky continued 'I talked to Hannah this morning and she said you hadn't been answearing your phone and probably overslept, so I thought I'd give it a try myself.'

Overslept? I looked at the clock on my phone, the tiny letters appearing blurred by my tired eyes, I made them out to be 9:15. My face dropped as, 'Holy shit, I fucking overslept!' I exclamied and he laughed again, 'Yeah, not by a small margin either. We have that meeting today aswell, starting in 15, remember?'

I stumbled around my bedroom, phone in hand searching for aproppriate work clothes. 'I totally forgot' I chuckled, grabbig a tight white tee, a pair of bootcut jeans and struggled to get them on. One of my nails got stuck on a seam in the jeans, making the nail rip. I involuntarily let out a pained whine 'oh, fuck me!' not thinking to much of it and with no time to spare I just got my jeans on and headed for the bathroom to do my makeup.

'Hannah was the one supposed to pick me up' I sighed, 'Buck, you dont suppose you could be a gentleman and pick me up?' I asked sheepishly, 'Im sure I'll find a way to repay you' I said, mostly joking.

There was no answer on the other end, 'Buck, you there?' I asked, but still nothing. I thought I could hear breathing but chucked it up to a bad signal, 'Bucky?'.

Finally there was noise, Bucky cleared his throat and a strained voice came through 'Mmh right, I already told Hannah to go ahead and join the meeting and I'd come pick you up instead, I'll be there in about 15 minutes. If thats alright with you of course.'

'Yes. That'd be great! See you soon' I said and he hung up. I finished my makeup, put some of my best perfume on considering I'd be in close quarters with Bucky. I grabbed my bag, headphones and other necessities, put on my black plateu boots and looked out through my window. The rain was still pouring so I grabbed my black leather jacket and an umbrella aswell.

I checked to clock, 9:25. I had 5 minutes, I gave my appearance a quick once over before heading out. I looked really good, I thought. Maybe even good enough to seduce a married man thats twice my age.

About 15 minutes later Bucky pulled up in a sleek black car, I stood there with my umbrella splayed out over me, shivering.

He stepped out and opened the door for me, giving me an apologetic look. Which gave me a slight giddy feeling, because I imagined it ment that he cared for me. But it could've been because of his very appealing disheveld appearance too.

Either way, late or not. I didn't care much since I was already very late for work and beacause I was genuinley just glad to see him. I folded my umbrella, shook it of and laid it in the car. I turned to Bucky, giving him a quick hug and since I was feeling confident, a small kiss on the cheek aswell.

It made him tense up and I worried that I had crossed a line, but it was to late either way. The rained dribbled down on us, wetting our hair and leaving water stains on our shoulders. I put my hand on his bicep and looked up at him through my lashes, smiling sweetly 'Thank you for picking me up' I said, tilting my head 'but what took you so long though?'

'Nothing you need to worry about' he replied, raising his hand to brush a piece of wet hair from my face, then continued 'And sorry about this darling, it might be I that has to repay you.' he smirked, and gestured to my wet and shivering state.

I got into the car and let my imagination run free for a bit, thinking about what I hoped him "repaying" me could've ment, but I was torn out of my delusion by the sound of the car door closing on the other side. He lit the ignition and turned the heat up, then drove off.

He laid his hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down in an effort to warm me up. His hand stilled and squeezed my knee, 'I missed you this morning you know.' he smiled.

I was to stunned to speak, beacuse we'd never never really touched eachother before. Partly out of respect for eachothers personal space, but mostly beacuse of his wife. Something had changed in us this morning, and im not sure why.

I laid my hand over his and glanced at him quickly with a shy smile. The scent of the car, along with my perfume, his cologne and the smell of our wet clothes made this moment feel like a piece of litterature. I turned my gace towards the wet roads and passing trees, enjoying this moment together.

Your reaction made him smile, all wet and pretty, acting innocent with thos big eyes and plush lips. Oh how he wished he never married.

We had settled into a comfortable silence, but my curiostiy eventually got the better of me. 'So? Im still wondering, how come it took you so long to get me?'.

He cleared his throat, 'I just, you know-' he couldn't figure out a belivable answer so he opted for a diversion instead, 'I guess I just wanted to get here in one piece, to ensure that you got to work at some point today. Why did you oversleep anyway?' He emphazied, chuckling at his bad attempt at redirecting the conversation.

His chuckle made him seem pleased with himself. He had extremly bad humor, just like a dad. I thought and decided to joke with him, saying it out loud.

It made him slightly uncomfortable at first, he let go of my knee and gripped the wheel nervously. I was afraid I had done something wrong, so I leaned closer and lightly rested my hand on his forearm 'Did I upset you Buck? Im so sorry if I did.'

'What?' He looked at her eyes, full of regret. 'Oh no darling, of course not! I was just thinking about a proper answer.' He said asuringly, 'its just that the wife and I haven't had much luck in that department'.

'No luck in the becoming a dad part or the having sex one?' I asked bluntly, my reflexes covered my mouth with my hand.

I have no idea what came over me. I immedietly regretted the question but since it was already done, I decided to play it cool and act innocent. He looked at me dumbfounded, seemingly as surprised by my bluntness as I was.

We locked eyes for a moment and I tilted my head to the side as if it was the most normal question in the world.

He couldnt help but chuckle, he would never have gussed youd ask something like that. But he answered all the same 'The latter, I suppose' he said shaking his head, barely beliving that he even answered the question.

I felt a bit bad for him, I would never derive him of sex. Since I already was in deep water and feeling as though I couldn't make it any worse. I decided to roll with my newfound bluntness.

'So.. youre sure It has nothing to do with your recently prolonged car rides, flushed cheecks, messy hair, wrinkled and half tucked shirt?' I bit my lip, waiting for his reaction.

He didnt know what to answer, he looked at you wondering if he should tell you off like a child for suggesting such things or if he should tell you the truth. That he'd been desperate for a change in his marrige and hadn't stopped thinking about you for the past weeks, that you were the only object of his desire. That when he slept with his wife he imagined you in her place, laying under him, on top of him, stading on your knees infront of him or bent over the nearest surfice. That he stopped sleeping with his wife beacuse she just didnt do it for him anymore.

Or that he didn't want to tell you that when he hung up your call this morning, he had driven to a secluded parking spot and jacked of while thinking of the whine he heard you make over the phone.

He decided to dismiss your question because he still loved his wife after all and didnt want to ruin their marrige. But at the very same time a part of him still hoped you'd thought of him the way he had thought of you.

'Im sure I dont know what you mean' was all he could say, giving you a quick look and a smirk.

I didnt want to push my luck any further, so I decided to accept his answer and let the subject rest. We continued the rest of of the ride in silence, enjoying the sound of the rain smattering on the roof.

10 minutes later we arrived to work and Bucky opened to door for me again. He took my hand and helped me out, locked the car and we hurried our way inside the building to avoid getting even more wet. The lobby was empty since everyone was presumably already in the meeting, which we had hoped to make it in time for at least half of it.

Bucky laid his hand on the small of your back as the two of you walked to the elevator, he felt it was a justified action since you were in a hurry. But as you were waiting for the elevator to arrive, his hand lingered for a moment longer than what propriety called for. He looked at you, searching for your gaze and hoping to find any sign of mutual affection.

I looked up at him and the amount of butterflies I got was indescribable, his eyes met mine. The eyecontact accompanied by his touch, his cologne and his closeness made my knees go weak. I took a step closer to him closer to him and he started massaging circles into my back with his thumb and you hummed appreciatively in response.

That was all the confirmstion he needed.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, we stepped inside. He lets go of my back for a second to push the button to our floor and waits for the doors to close before he places the hand even lower on my back, right at the curve of my ass. I leaned against him, grabbing a fist of his jacket and gaze up at him with big doe eyes and a truly, innocent expression this time.

He meets your eyes, the sight before him makes him absolutley ravenous. He squeezed your ass firmly with one hand and as you whined in response grabbed your throat lightly in the other. You looked mesmerized and the thought of you letting him be in controll this way made him stiffen up. He slid his hand to the back of your neck and traced his thumb along your jaw as he inched closer to your face.

His lips a mere ghost over mine, feeling his breath on my skin is the most erotic thing to ever happen to me. Barely a second away from a kiss, the elevator grinds to a halt three floors to early. Taking me completley by surpries, it caused my feet to become unsteady. Bucky grabbed my hips quickly, helping me find my footing as the elevators made that ding. He lets go of my hips and moves his hands up to my shoulders in the matter of a second, just as the doors open.

'Whoa there! A bit light on your feet huh?' Bucky says while laughing as three suit-clad men step inside. 'Hey Barnes, there you are! Good god, man. You look like you've been sailing!' The tall one says and they all laugh, including Bucky.

I was a bit annoyed by Buckys quick rejection of me but brushed it of as I understood his reasoning, he was married after all, and I didnt really want to be know as the adultress whore either.

The doors close again, 'Well its pouring out there Mr. Tanner, sir. Did we miss the meeting?' He asks the the tall man, who im just realising is our boss. 'No It actually went on longer than excpected, we took a quick brake and are headed back up there right now.'

Mr. Tanner looks back at me, raising his eyebrow 'And whos this drenched little thing?' He says and smiles at me, slightly appaled by his audacity, but he was lean and handsome and I didnt want to lose my job so I smile back. 'Im from your group sir, collegue to Mr. Barnes, sir. He gave me a ride to work.' I say as proffesionally I can muster and extend my hand for him to shake.

He takes it, bows down and kisses the back of it, letting his lips linger and glances up at me 'How good of him' the man says and gives Bucky a side eye, 'It's a pleasure, miss. I hope I'll be seeing more of you from now on.'

'Same goes you for Mr. Tanner, sir.' I say and glance at Bucky, who's face have fallen. Much to my pleasure, Bucky appears to be..? I cant distinguish it between jealousy or protectiveness. The elevator halts again, dinging and the doors slide open.

'I'll see you two in the meeting then' Mr. Tanner says with a nod. He then turns to me before walking out, 'make sure to stop by my office girl, sooner rather than later.' He winks at me. Bucky gives him a curt nod 'We'll be there in a minute sir.' He says, forcing a smile and the men walk out.

I look at Bucky, shrugging my shoulders as if what just happened were no big deal and seeing his furious gaze made giggle. I step out of the elevator with Bucky close on my heel. We were a few feet away from the door to the conference room when he side-steped me, grabbed my wrist and pulled me around the corner.

Bucky hade never felt jelousy so strong before, not even for his own wife. Yet he could kill that man for even slightly touching you. When you were out of sight, he forcefully pressed your back up against a wall and placed his hand next to your head, leaning over you. The look of pure innocent excitement on your face made him want to tear you apart.

I had never been with anyone in this way before, I had slept with boys my own age of course. But it couldnt compare, it felt nothing as exciting as this, I could almost feel the wetness pooling between my legs. Bucky inched closer again, determined not to let anything come in our way again, he closed the distance. Our lips met in a feverish frenzy and I completley melted into him, he wrapped his other arm around my back to help me stand upright and then pressed his body closer to mine. There were no distance left between us and I could feel his bulge pressing up against my thigh, I looped one leg around his hip making his bulge hit that sweet spot and I rocked my hips against him, making my jeans cause the perfect friction. He let out a breathy moan which was music to my ears, I could've come undone from the sound of his moan alone. I leaned my head back against the wall and grabbing a fistful of his hair, lightly pulling on it, making him whine inbetween his furious kisses.

Along your jaw and down your neck he kissed and ripped you shirt by the neckline to get better access to that sweet spot inbetween your throat and collarbone. You yelped in surprise which only spurred him on further, becoming even more agressive with it. He couldn't tell his own moans apart from yours at this point and it drove him mad.

Your bliss was interrupted when you heard a voice.

'Oh my god' The woman said, her jaw dropping to the floor. We stopped in our tracks, Bucky let go of me and turned away from her, breathing furiously. I look at the ground gathering myself before facing her. Ready for whatever consequences our actions would hand us, I smoothed my hair and clothes out, cleared my throat and turned towards the woman. I had not realised how tense my face had become until that moment, for when I saw who it was I immedietly relaxed 'Hannah, thank god its you.'

'Are you insane?!' She exclaimed in a hushed voice, 'What if it had been literally anyone other than me?' her jaw was still practically on the floor. I walked up to her while Bucky was still collecting himself, waiting for certain parts of him to calm down.

Altough still in shock, she seemed to be proud 'I really cant belive this, in the office too? You're bold girl.' She said, changing to a whisper 'Good for you honestly, you got him at last huh?' I looked at her nodded excitedly and bit my lip. My crush on Bucky was of course no news to her.

'We really need to get inside before our dissaperance raise any suspicions, but I want all the details later, ok?' she looked me inte the eyes, and I nodded yes. She gave my appearence a once over, 'Girl your eyes were running? And did he rip your shirt?' She the shirt between her fingers and gasps, jealousy tinting her voice 'My goodness what an animal, good job you.' She said and pointed at Bucky, giving a smirk and he chuckled.

Hannah touched up my makeup then took my hand and we began walking around to corner towards to conference room, I gave Bucky one last look as we walked inside.

Me and Hannah sat at the end of the table and Bucky joined the rest of us a few minutes later, taking a seat next to Mr. Tanner. He was looking as dapper as always, as if nothing ever happened.

Hannah leaned in closer to me and whispered 'You're coming to the party with me tonight right?'

'Party?' I questioned.

'Yeah, the firm's been doing good and their celebrating' she replied, 'Im sure Bucky will be there' she said with smile tugging at the corner of her lips. I looked at her, eyes gleaming with mischief and then glanced at Bucky.

'I wouldnt miss it for the world.'

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky barnes smut #possessive bucky #jealous bucky #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky smut #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes imagine #bucky fic #collegue!bucky #dilf!bucky #secret affair #dirty little secret #smut #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut #the avengers #avengers #bucky series #adultry #marvel smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fan fiction #bucky barnes fanfic

[dragonwritersblog]

She Was Like A Sunflower

Read on AO3

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12

Yeah, I just finished this so there may be some spelling mistakes. I just didn't want to delay the second chapter any further so I'll fix them when I wake up. Also, WHO PUT DOOMED YURI IN MY FUNNYBUNNY FIC?!?! Also, come support me and Pandora's new au on our shared tumblr called 'The Amazing Digital Redacted AU'. If you love indie horror like Bendy and the Ink machine, Poppy Playtime, FNAF then you'll love this AU. Here's the link Don't forget to check out twitter as well All that said, enjoy chapter 2! (and dont kill me pls)

2. Marjorie

What died didn't stay dead

You're alive, so alive

And if I didn't know better

I'd think you were singing to me now – Marjorie by Taylor Swift

.

.

.

Cloudy skies, not a hint of light coming through. It was going to be that type of day today, and that type of mood by the way Winter observed Riley’s behaviour this morning. The redhead was at the table, drinking coffee and bouncing Percy on her knee. Winter could tell whenever a smile was pretend, and the way her wife smiled right now was no exception.

Could she blame her? Winter was a wreck when Jack went missing and knowing how close Penny and Riley were, it made sense for her wife to behave the way she did. But the thing is, Riley didn’t, or scream, or get angry. The passionate, loud, amazing women she married wasn’t the one holding their son at the table. There was only a shell. And after that visit she had with David, Riley’s shell had only gotten tougher.

If Riley said anything that related to Penny, it would be to trying to find her. She never spoke about how it made her feel, never saw a tear, or the grieved anger that one would expect. Riley was always so loving towards anything about her sister, it unnerved Winter seeing her wife like this.

“Look at him,” Riley cooed at the little baby on her lap. “We have the cutest kid in the world, look at him.”

Percy giggled as his mother held him up under the arms, thrashing his legs about as he peered at his mama over the kitchen island. “He is the cutest baby in the world,” Winter agreed. “Um, I know Captain Rae is okay with you working on this case. But are you sure-”

“We should get him a new mobile,” Riley cut her off, focusing her attention on Percy. “I think the other one isn’t working to well, he never pays attention to it.”

Winter pursed her lips, tapping her fingers on the kitchen counter. She wanted to at least say something about Penny before Riley had to leave to drop Percy off at Laura’s. “Listen, Riley,” she spoke, making her wife turn to her. “You have been nothing but patient when I found out Jack went missing, I know this type of this is so fucking far from easy. Whatever you’re feeling, I’ve felt it too. You…you know that right?”

“I know,” Riley smiled warmly. “You know, you can say if you’re missing Jack again. You don’t have to be light about it to make me feel better, okay Hun?”

“No, no, that’s not what I’m trying to say,” Winter pinched the bridge of her nose. “I���ve heard you in the night, waking up crying. I understand what you’re feeling, you can talk about Penny-”

“-Okay Percy,” Riley turned back to her son. “Are you ready to see Grandma?” She immediately stood up, holding him by her hip as she grabbed her own bag, Percy’s baby bag and car keys from the table.

It was as if a switch was flipped, a wall was put up and the shell was hardening. “Riley, wait!” Winter went round the kitchen island as she chased her wife to the door, “Riley.”

Riley froze as she opened the door, facing the outside, her face hidden. Winter heard her take a sharp intake of breath before facing her with the same faux smile that she had been wearing ever since she came back from David’s “Yeah?”

“I…It’s just,” Winter tried to find the words, to say something that didn’t involve her life leaving without at least finishing a conversation. But she knew that no matter how hard she tried, Riley would find an opening in order not to face it, and it would only make Winter’s efforts even harder. The dark-haired woman sighed, “I’ll see you at work later. I…love you.”

A glimpse of a real smile appeared on Riley’s face, “I love you too carrot cake.” The redhead pressed a kiss to her wife’s cheek, “I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah,” Winter nodded solemnly, “See you soon.”

With that, Riley turned her focus back on Percy and shut the door behind her. Winter let her soldiers sag, a painful ache forming in her heart. She knew Riley was hurting, she saw it flicker in her eyes every time a dead end came up for Penny’s case, she heard it when Riley awoke crying from nightmares – yet Winter pretended she was asleep in order for Riley to not feel ashamed – and she felt every single anger and grief that she knew Riley was having because she had felt it when Jack went missing.

So why wouldn’t Riley talk to her?!

Winter took a deep breath, trying to cancel out the negative energy. Everyone copes differently with these types of things. Besides, she and Riley were as strong as cement, they could work through this despite how bleak everything seemed.

Riley would come to her eventually…maybe…hopefully.

So why did Winter feel so lonely?

.

.

.

“Okay, let me understand this as best as I can,” Ragatha started. Pomni and Jax had set up some bean bags for everyone while they sat on the bed, just finishing up their rundown of everything that happened in the last day. “You two have your memories back?”

“Yup,” Jax nodded.

“And you two were engaged before you got sucked in here?” Zooble questioned.

“That would be correct,” Pomni agreed.

“And now you guys might know a way to escape this place?” Gangle asked.

“That is a plausibility,” Jax replied.

Ragatha pressed her hands together and held them near her face, taking a long, deep, exhausted breath, “This is a lot to take in.”

Pomni bit her lip nervously, “I know this is the last thing you were all expecting, but you’re all handling this well all things considered.”

“I’m just confused on how you managed to fall in love with Jax of all people,” Zooble muttered, glaring at the rabbit.

Jax rolled his eyes, “Thanks Zooble.”

Pomni frowned, taking his hand into hers and squeezing it tight, “Because he loved me despite everything, saw me at my worst yet stayed because he knew I could thrive into my best. And right now, he helped me find a possible way to get everyone out of here. Do I excuse what he’s done to all of you? No. And I’m still not happy with how he treated me and Ragatha on my first day. So don’t think I’m taking sides, I’m simply observing.”

Zooble sighed, almost feeling guilty…almost. But they trusted Pomni’s word, not Jax’s (they didn’t know if they ever would) but definitely Pomni’s. “Fine” she muttered.

Kinger looked more lost than he usually did. The usual quiet brainstorm he would have in the middle of the room increased like wildfire. “Memories…returning,” he mumbled. “This…I don’t…I haven’t seen anything like it.”

Jax turned to the chess piece. He didn’t like this reaction, not one bit. It brought up too many painful flashbacks of someone similar to Kinger going through the same thing a long time ago, “Kinger, buddy, stay with us.”

It was like going in one ear and out the either for the royal character, still shaking like a leaf, “How…what is…something is…a trip?”

Trip? Jax didn’t want to see how far this would go, how far Kinger would go unless he’d – no, he wasn’t going to finish that thought and he wouldn’t let this continue. “Kinger!” Jax clapped his hands, the sound ringing through the room and snapping the chess piece out of his mumblings.

Kinger blinked. Once, twice, “Oh Jax.” And once again, he was back to himself, “Apologies, I must have been lost in a dream. But it’s so nice to know you and Pomni were together, young love finds a way.”

Despite the chess piece giving them all a scare, that statement alone made the rabbit and jester blush. Would it be rude if he kicked everyone out and smother his fiancé with attention? Yes, yes it would. And while it was tempting, Jax couldn’t afford to indulge. Not when the giant elephant in the room was still being addressed.

“It is really sweet,” Gangle whispered. It sounded like a genuine compliment from the masked woman – and it was don’t get her wrong – but there was something else lacing her tone. Something else that suggested the bodied ribbons couldn’t be as happy as she wanted to be. But she didn’t say, it wasn’t her place. No one could even tell from that slight lilt in her voice that she felt this way.

But Zooble noticed.

“Okay, still a little confused but I think I’m getting there,” Ragatha finally spoke up again. “Listen, Pomni. You know I trust you whole heartedly, but we’ve been here for years and no one has seen an exit until now, are you sure that what you’ve seen is accurate?”

Pomni’s face fell. Despite the door in front of Ragatha, despite everything she told her, why did the ragdoll still doubt her? “But we told you. The exit door is right there,” Pomni pointed to the door on the wall, desperation filling her eyes. “I know it seems impossible but I really think we can get out of here!”

Ragatha gasped, covering her mouth with guilt at what she said, “Sorry, sorry Pomni I phrased that wrong. It’s just…we’ve all tried looking for a way out and it always backfired, even when we think we’ve gotten so close. I don’t want the same thing to happen to you.”

Pomni opened her mouth, about to speak when-

“Ragatha,” Jax spoke. Everyone’s eyes widened, he never said Ragatha’s actual name, and so seriously either. “We saw her mother. She saw us send out a message to her. She knows we’re alive.” He paused, watching the ragdoll process everything with shock written all over her face. “Someone knows we’re here now. I know you’re scared, but this is a real chance of finally leaving.”

Ragatha’s mouth opened and closed, cutting off words before they even arrived at her lips. She thought she knew everything about the circus, had accepted that no matter how much they tried they could never escape. It was a horrible thing to accept, but she had to if she wanted to stay sane and not end up like…she could still feel herself almost crumbling away when Kaufmo’s abstracted form attacked her. No, no! She can’t lose herself now. She should be grateful that Pomni and Jax managed to find a way to be free, so why did it feel so hard to grasp onto that hope? “Okay,” she sighed. “I trust you, Pomni. But what about Caine, do you think you’ll tell him-”

“NO!” Pomni cut her off, fear swimming in her red and blue eyes. Even everyone seemed shocked by her sudden volume. Jax held her close, hugging her trembling form as the jester took a few breaths to calm herself down. “No, I-I don’t think that’s a good idea. He already had a weird way of trying to make things ‘fun’ here, I don’t know how he’ll feel when we say we’ve found a legitimate exit. What if he tries to take that away?”

The rest of the group nodded slowly. Even before Pomni arrived, Caine had always shut down the possibility of an exit being possible. And every time it was shown to him, he would twist it and prove to them that it was just another part of the circus. It was like he feared an exit even existing.

“It’s just your imagination!” he always said, leaving them to doubt if what they saw was actually there. And if you lost yourself in those thoughts, then it was a one-way trip into the cellar. And nobody wanted that.

“Well in that case…” Ragatha trailed off, closing her eyes for a moment. When they opened, they were fierce and determined. “Keep doing what you’re doing. This actually seems like a true way to finally get out of here. But do not let Caine find out. Keep pretending that everything is the same, you two are just friends, you don’t remember your past and that there is no way an exit is even here.”

“Got it,” Pomni and Jax said in unison.

“Which means that you two should stop acting like a couple whenever you’re in public,” Ragatha stated.

“Oh we know,” Pomni smiled innocently.

“Yeah, it’s not as hard as it seems,” Jax replied cooly.

Ragatha raised a coy brow at the two of them, “Pomni, darling, you’re sitting on Jax’s lap.”

Oh, right, the two of them forgot about that. They were both quick to slip back in to how they used to be before the circus, which meant a lot of trusting physical contact that the two were proud to have developed over the years. But then again, Ragatha was right. Something like that would be extremely obvious to Caine that something was up.

Pomni slid of the rabbit’s lap, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly while Jax coughed nervously behind his fist. “Right, sorry,” Pomni laughed sheepishly, while Jax pouted at the lack of contact.

Ragatha pinched the bridge of her nose again, this is gonna be a disaster.

.

.

.

Riley paced back and forth in her mother’s living room, her phone held to her ear as she chewed on her fingernail. “Oh god I fucked up, I really fucked up,” she mumbled as the dial buzzed in her ear.

“Riley, sweetie, it’s gonna be okay,” Amber put her hands on her daughter’s shoulders, ceasing her pacing. “If this Samual boy is as nice as you say he is I’m sure he’ll listen to you.”

“I was really awful the last time I saw him, Mom,” Riley winced as she remembered his cries, ignoring him as the elevator doors shut behind her. “And the worst part was, I genuinely believed he was telling the truth. You always told me to trust my gut and I did! With him! But then Jason Wood said stuff that sounded plausible, and I feel so fucking stupid because even my head was screaming at me not to believe him. I didn’t know whether to trust the facts because both of them were laid out to me and I-”

“Hey, hey,” Amber’s voice was soft yet firm.  “This isn’t like anything you’ve ever worked on before. We are dealing with something that we didn’t even know existed, and its personal since both Jack and Penny are involved in this. In a normal case, maybe someone like Jason is right about this. But this isn’t a normal case, and we have proof that this Jason guy isn’t to be trusted.”

Riley nodded, “I have to let him know how sorry I am. This kid, he’s been through so much, all I did was make his situation worse. If Jason really treated him like that them…oh god…oh god Mom we really need to help him!”

Amber nodded feverishly. When Riley told her what Samual went through, with his parents going missing and how Jason was like to him whenever they were brought up, all the mother saw was nothing but red. The only time Amber looked like she was ready to kill was with David after the car crash all those years ago, and again when he showed up at both of her daughters’ homes unannounced.

Riley was about to speak when-

“Hello?” Samual’s voice answered through the phone.

“Ah, Samual!” Riley gasped, keeping the phone tight to her ear. “Samual you were right about everything! We couldn’t trust Jason!”

“M-miss Riley?!” His tone was small and frightened, almost trading on eggshells at the sound of her. “What are you talking about?”

Riley only wanted that type of fear from the voices of those who wronged her, not from innocent kids trying to help. She wanted to slap herself in the face for making that mistake, “Samual, you know the emails you showed me? Of the mystery person? The same thing happened to my Mom, my sister, I think she’s trying to get into contact with us.”

There was a small pause on the other line, before the boy spoke meekly, “You…you believe me?”

“Yeah, yeah kid I do,” Riley was nothing short of breathless. The last twenty-four hours have been nothing but a blur. But the way she spoke to him, at the height of her anger. Even if this situation wasn’t real, she shouldn’t have spoke to a hurting kid like that. “Samual, I owe you an apology.”

“Oh no, you don’t need to-”

“Samual, please,” she gently cut him off. “The way I spoke to you was nothing short of cold and rude. I was in a bad place and me and my family have gone through so much pain, but that’s no excuse and I should never have taken my anger out on you. I’m so sorry Samual.”

There was a pause, Riley waited with bated breath. Mere seconds felt agonisingly long until Samual finally answered, “I forgive you.”

Riley felt her lungs fill with air, finally letting herself breathe, “Really?”

“Yeah, I get it. Jason has a history of getting people to believe his stories,” Samual said. “I don’t blame you. And now I’m guessing we have more proof that he’s lying?”

“That’s right,” Riley confirmed, “Are you free to come check it out?”

“I’ll be there as quick as I can,” Samual’s excited and curious tone returned. “I can’t wait to get started on our secret FBI work!”

The line cut off before Riley could say another word. She grinned, shaking her head.

He forgave her.

“I’m guessing it went well?” Amber asked, her own smile gracing her lips.

Riley nodded, relief washing over her again and again, “We might actually be getting somewhere.”

Amber faltered a little. For a while, she was starting to lose hope that she would ever truly hear those words. But somehow, mercy was gifted to her and her family. “We’re gonna find her,” she stated firmly to her eldest daughter “We’re gonna get Penny back.”

“We will Mom,” Riley agreed, “We will.”

.

.

.

Yes the option to not go on Caine’s adventure was always available, but it didn’t mean that the ringmaster was too happy whenever someone decided to stay behind. Right now, Zooble was idly walking down one of the hallways on the tent, kicking their foot against the carpet a few times. Ironically enough, Zooble wasn’t the first and only one who volunteered to stay behind for the day. Nope, it was Gangle who asked first.

Normally the ribboned lady wouldn’t mind tagging along on an adventure with everyone else, but today she turned away at the offer trudging back into the circus. Zooble had instantly recognised that it wasn’t Gangle’s usual behaviour and decided to stay back too. He would deal with Caine’s shenanigans once the pair of dentures came back with the rest of the crew.

Zooble paced up and down the hallway, the day was nearly up but she hadn’t actually worked up the courage to see if Gangle was okay. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but Gangle was one of the sweetest and sensitive people here. Zooble cherished the fact that someone like her wanted to be friends with someone like him, to the point that they even got a bit nervous when talking with her one on one. But right now, there was something obviously wrong with Gangle and Zooble made the choice to stay behind to make sure that she didn’t feel less alone. Yet here she was, keeping a distance from the masked lady because he was nothing but afraid.

But then they stopped. When he was in the gloink hole, Gangle was the only one to realise he was missing, even being brave enough to try and bring her back. It would be selfish of Zooble to not at least try to comfort the girl and see if she was okay. Swallowing both his fears and pride, Zooble marched themselves down the hall to find Gangle.

He found her sitting on the stage, her silk legs drawn up to her chest as she sighed to herself, her comedy mask was once again broken and she had to rely on her secondary, sombre one instead. Under Zooble’s stoic expression, she was absolutely terrified. They didn’t know why, Gangle was their friend. Why did they feel afraid to start a conversation alone with a friend. Their sweet…kind…pretty friend. Ah! Pull yourself together! Gangle needs you!

Zooble took a deep breath, he could do this. And so, he walked up to the stage, slipping into their usual and calm posture, “Hey Gangle. No adventure today?”

She jumped a bit at the sound of her name, relaxing when they saw who it was, “No, not today. I wasn’t in the mood.”

“Oh,” Zooble nodded awkwardly. They weren’t really good at the emotional fluffy stuff, every time they tried she somehow always reached a dead end. But he didn’t want Gangle feeling this lonely, he had to at least try and help her out, “Any reason why?”

Gangle rubbed her arm, giving Zooble a sad smile, “It’s okay Zooble. If you have somewhere to be then you can go, you don’t need to stay and talk to me if you don’t want to.”

“No I do!” Zooble said a bit too quickly, making Gangle squeak. “Gah, sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to sound like that. It’s…ugh how does Ragatha do this so easily?” They closed their eyes for a moment, breathing deeply before opening them again. “I’m here because I want to be. And I’m always willing to lend an ear if you need to talk. Gangle, if there’s anything you wanna say or do, I’m here.”

The ribboned woman seemed to be taken aback by that, not fully expecting that level of support from the usual reclusive assortment of parts. But she wasn’t complaining, she liked seeing this side of Zooble. “Well, it’s just…” she started, fiddling with the ends of her ribbons for a moment. “I’m happy that Pomni and Jax have their memories back, really I am. And it really is sweet that they used to be together, but…”

“But?” Zooble asked.

“…Jax has done nothing but torment us, prank us and make our lives miserable,” Gangle spoke. “Every day, he’s done nothing but go out of his way to annoy us just because he likes seeing funny things happen to people. And now he has his memories back and we’re suddenly happy for him?! After all he put us through. As if it erases everything he did to us! With Pomni, I’m glad that she remembers who she was. She was so scared when she got here and Caine has done nothing to help her, so it’s good finally seeing her smile. But with Jax? It might be wrong for me to say but it doesn’t seem fair! We’ve been trying everything to remember who we were, all the while he laughed at us for doing so! Like he hadn’t tried doing so in the first place as well yet he still made fun of us! And now he gets them back just like that! I wanna remember! I tried so hard to! Yet he berated me for trying and he-”

She covered her mouth, ashamed. She said too much. “Oh gosh, that’s horrible what I just said!” her eyes darted round the area. “I need to find my comedy mask, that why I’ll stop talking like this and be happy! Where is it? I swore I had it here somewhere, it’s not broken. Oh god, what if it is?! No, no, no! I need my comedy mask! I need it! I wanna stop feeling like this!”

“Gangle! You’re okay!” Zooble quickly caught Gangle’s flailing hands in theirs, holding them firmly yet gently. “You’re not a horrible person for saying that and I get what you’re trying to say. I know you don’t mean anything bad by it and I understand your frustration. Am I glad that bozo has his memories back, sure. But it doesn’t mean that I forgave and forgot all that he put us through, and you don’t need to either. If someone as weird as Jax can get his memories back, then someone as amazing as you can get yours back too.”

Gangle lips parted for a moment, speechless at the honesty in Zooble’s tone. “Y-you think I’m amazing?” she whispered.

Zooble’s voice got caught in her throat, her entire face flustering up as she removed his hands from Gangle’s. “Well, yeah,” they replied nonchalantly. “You don’t overwhelm me like Caine or annoy me like Jax. Plus I like your acts you put on.”

Gangle practically beamed at that, “You like my acts?”

“Hehe, of course,” Zooble’s eyes gleamed. “You got a real talent for that.”

The masked lady giggled, “You know, for someone who doesn’t think they’re good at soft stuff, I think you did a pretty great job with talking to me.”

“Oh,” Zooble blushed, clearing their throat before mumbling, “Thank you. And your comedy mask, you wanna leave it or…”

“No I can’t leave it,” Gangle quickly told her. “Everything just gets too much in here, I need my mask to make it easier, to make me happier. That way I won’t bring everyone down and I’ll be as happy as I need to be.”

Zooble furrowed his brows at Gangle’s statement, “But you don’t bring-”

“Oh, I think I know where it is!” Gangle grinned. “I’ll be back soon! Thank you Zooble!” She then tore off down the hall, all the way back to the bedroom quarters.

“Wait but…” Zooble reached out an arm to her, but Gangle was already gone. “But you don’t need your mask to be happy.”

They sighed. They had seen Gangle smile without the mask, a real genuine smile that wasn’t forced by some code from the character model forced onto her. If anything, Zooble swore that the mask only made things worse for Gangle, making her rely on it more and more. Zooble wished to see that real smile again.

Their train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a group of voices, tired and groaning. She turned, looks like the adventure was over for today. “Jeez, what happened to you guys?” they asked.

“Football stadium adventure,” Ragatha mumbled, rubbing her lower back. “Turns out when you put four inexperienced players against a group of NPC’s coded with tons of knowledge about it, you tend to face a lot of back pain.”

Zooble hissed through his teeth, “Yikes.”

“But it’s all a part of the adventure!” Caine boomed, making them all jump. “After all! How boring would it be if you didn’t learn at all!”

“You couldn’t at least give us a tutorial?” Jax grumbled. “Was that really too hard for you to do dentures?” He wasn’t really angry for himself. Well, he was. But Pomni had a really hard time on her feet during the whole game, easily being outnumbered and beaten by the NPC’s.

At one point, one of them kicked her in the leg instead of the ball, sending her to the ground. For a moment, Jax had forgotten all about the pretending, tackling the NPC to the ground before checking on his secret fiancé. Thankfully, Caine saw it as Jax thinking they were playing soccer (despite him literally kicking the ball for hours on end) and being a good teammate. Jax had never been more thankful for the AI’s naivety, especially when it gave him a chance to take Pomni to a nursing room and dressing her wound (he wouldn’t forget about how her cheeks turned red when he kissed the side of her bandaged knee).

“Anyhow!” Caine fiddled with his cane before tossing it away, a cartoonish sound effect resonating from where it landed. “I suggest you all rest up! We’ve gotten even more adventures planned for tomorrow and you’ll all need a good feast and rest before that!”

“Oh great, its not as if we heard that line before,” Jax muttered. Pomni crossed her arms over her chest, raising a brow at the rabbit. Jax only grinned, rolling his eyes at the pair of dentures before circling his finger at the temple of his head, clearing stating his opinion of the ringmaster. Pomni scoffed, failing to hide a smile at her fiancé. Jax’s face softened, he’ll never get tired of making her smile.

 “I’ll leave everyone to themselves before dinner!” Caine boomed with his usual, yet unsettling, toothy grin. “Take care my superstars!”

Like the same song and dance he had done many times before, the pair of dentures vanished in a puff of smoke. Jax waited a few seconds, making sure that the ringmaster was gone before rushing over to Pomni. “How’s your knee? Does it still hurt?” he asked, brushing his hand over the bandage.

“Yeah Hun I’m okay,” Pomni reassured him, petting behind his ears. “I’m sure it’s just a bruise now with the way things work here.”

His brows furrowed worriedly, “You sure? No more aches?”

“No more aches,” Pomni repeated.

“Good, good,” Jax let his thumb brush over the bandaged skin one more time before standing up. “So, you ready to get back to business.”

Pomni took in a sharp breath, both excitement yet a hint of nerves washing through her, “Yeah, let’s go see my Mom.”

Jax nodded, the two of them going down the hall again, unable to feel the gaze of everyone else’s eyes on them.

“Still having doubts Rags?” Zooble turned to the ragdoll.

“A little bit,” Ragatha nodded, a bit of shame shown on her face. “It’s not that I don’t trust them. I guess I’m just…scared. We never had anything like this. It could go either really well or…” She didn’t want to finish that sentence. She didn’t want to finish that thought! Never before had they tittered on a tight rope so close to collapsing. If this went wrong, then all of them could suffer a fate worse than abstraction. No, no she wasn’t going to think about that. It she was brought down, then so would everyone else. And she wasn’t going to allow herself to act so selfishly, “Never mind, how about I go see if Bubble would like help making dessert?”

Zooble frowned at Ragatha’s shift in mood, “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Ragatha questioned innocently.

“You always do that, act like you’re not sad when you are,” Zooble told her. “You’re allowed to not have good days, you know that right?”

“Oh Zooble, you worry too much,” Ragatha patted his arm. “I’m absolutely fine, no bad thoughts in my head whatsoever. Now, I think a pie would do well for dessert for tonight, don’t you think?”

With that, the ragdoll turned on her heel and headed to the kitchen. That was two people in a row that pretended to be happy to Zooble. He hated when that happened, when they forced down any type of negativity in the fear of being abstracted. It wasn’t fair that this threat kept hovering over everyone’s head, and Zooble hated it that Caine didn’t do anything to sooth their worries, instead leaving them to wallow with shallow adventures that they all hated. It was another reason why Zooble felt bitter with Jax, he kept pushing them on the brink every single time while knowing how much they all feared the fate of the cellar, yet he never stopped. Zooble felt frustrated tears at the corners of her eyes, allowing them to fall. The others might be too scared to cry, but they didn’t want to (part of them was glad that Pomni felt the same way as well).

He felt a hand cover her shoulder, rubbing it carefully like a parent would do with their child. Zooble turned his hand, it was Kinger. His eyes didn’t meet theirs, still lost in his own worlds of chaos and insects. Yet his hands moved on their own, as though another part of his mind wanted to reach out and sooth them. Zooble sniffed, if they could smile then he would be smiling at Kinger right there and now. As crazy as it sounded in her head, Kinger somehow seemed to be the sanest of them all.

.

.

.

Knock, knock

Riley rushed to the door, opening it wide as it revealed the startled face of one Samual Abel. “Samual,” she gasped. “Thank you so much for coming! I’m so, so sorry!”

“Miss Riley, it’s okay,” he smiled softly. “I already told you I forgive you.”

“I know, I know,” Riley brushed back some of her red hair. “But you didn’t need to. You could have just accepted my apology and moved on, but you forgave me. Why? The way I spoke to you was awful.”   

Samual shrugged, “When I was a kid, my Dad always taught me that forgiveness is a heavy thing. Many people will feign an apology just so they can unburden themselves with forgiveness without actually being sorry. I don’t forgive a lot of people, I don’t think I can forgive some of the people at C&A for lying to me and letting Jason control me, I know that if they said sorry it wouldn’t erase all that happened over the years. But you, you didn’t know. You were tricked and I know that you meant how sorry you were. That’s the difference that my Dad taught me about, I’ll know the right people to forgive and not to bring myself down with the people I don’t choose to give that right to.”

This kid was just too kind, speaking with a wisdom many people who lived longer on this earth lacked, “Your father sounds like a good man.” Not many people have that luck.  

“Both he and my mother were great people,” Samual’s eyes were warm, lost in a memory of love and comfort from so many years ago. He blinked them away, his face simple yet determined. “Anyways, you got something to show me?”

Riley nodded, slipping back into business, “Yeah, let me introduce you to my Mom. She’s the one who got the messages.”

She led Samual into the house, shutting the door behind him. Amber came into the room, her hands clasped together and a cardigan wrapped around her shoulders. “Oh, hello,” she blinked in surprise at the sight of the boy. She turned to Riley, “Is this Samual?”

“Yeah, this is him,” Riley confirmed.

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you,” Amber walked over, wrapping her arms around him, his eyes widening in surprise. “Riley told me what happened, I’m so sorry all this happened to you.”

He stood frozen for a moment, as though he wasn’t used to someone wanting to hug him back. But his arms wrapped tight around Amber like Riley expected, burying his face into her shoulder. He was shaking a bit, she couldn’t hear any sobs but Riley was certain that the kid hadn’t received this level in security in a while. Hopefully with how things were going so far, that would change soon enough. Soon, Samual pulled away, trying to still his shaking hands. “Right, so,” he took a step back, his hands shoved into his pockets. “Ready to get to work?”

Amber nodded, grinning, “This way.” She guided him to the sofa, letting him sit down as the computer switched on next to him. “It was so bizarre. I’m not sure what your experience was like, all I know from Riley was that you only received messages.”

Samual lifted a brow, “I guess yours had more to it.”

“Yes,” Amber confirmed. “Before I got the messages, all my lights were flickering, like something or…someone was controlling it. That’s when I got these.” Once the computer was up and functioning, Amber clicked onto the documents that held the words from her daughter.

Samual shifted closer, “Yeah, this is certainly…different. I only got emails, but it looks like someone wrote this if it’s on a document.”

“That’s the thing,” Amber turned to him. “I don’t know how but Penny was in this room. I couldn’t see or feel how but she was there, controlling the lights and writing to me.”

Samual’s eyes widened, no disbelief was seen but rather surprise at this new revelation, “Your daughter is trying to communicate with you. She even managed to be here with you somehow.”

“Yes, yes!” Amber exclaimed, grinning. “She was right here in this room.”

“But you said not physically?” Riley asked, her tone curious rather than accusatory.  “She managed to speak to you but her body wasn’t here?”

“Unfortunately,” Amber’s face fell slightly.

“So wherever she is, she’s still trapped,” Riley sighed.

Samual got up, facing the two women, “But it doesn’t seem impossible to find her. If she managed to get here the first time than its possible that she could come back.”

Riley bit her lip, “But how would we know?”

“Riley’s right,” Amber agreed. “I might have spoken to her then but I don’t know how to get in contact with her again-”

The lamp flickered, the trio’s attention focused in on it. “I’m guessing that wasn’t my eyes playing tricks on me?” Riley observed, her toes curling at the thought of who she hoped it was.

“Nope,” Amber’s grin returned, whipping back round to the computer. “Penny, is that you baby?”

Hey Mom

I’m back

Riley’s hands covered her mouth, her knees dropping to the ground, “Penny? Is that really you?”

Unbeknownst to Riley, Pomni had done the same thing. Matching her sister as she tried to stifle a sob, “Hey Jax, do you mind?”

The rabbit chuckled behind her, watching the exchange go down. There were no memory-like pathways this time, just a simple walk through the door and they arrived right back in the living room, “Yeah babe, I got it.”

She’s here, she just got a little overwhelmed seeing you all again

Hi Mrs Reed

It’s good to see you again

Amber brows furrowed in confusion for a moment before realisation struck. There was only one other person that she knew who disappeared the way her youngest daughter did, “Jack?”

Yup, that’s me

Hope you’re not too disappointed

The older woman let out a breathless laugh, about to reply with how happy she was to see him…until she was interrupted by another voice, “YOU SON OF A BITCH!”

Jax’s ears pressed flat against his head as Riley stood from the ground, fury written all over her face. Pomni, Amber and Samual had to take a few steps away from the raging woman.

“YOU TELL MY SISTER THAT YOU DON’T WANT TO MARRY HER AND TRY TO MOVE AWAY ON THE DAY OF YOUR WEDDING! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!” Riley screamed loudly. “YOU’RE SO LUCKY I CAN’T SEE YOU OTHERWISE I WOULD RIP OFF BOTH YOUR ARMS AND LEGS AND FEED THEM TO WOLVES WHILE WATCHING YOU BLEED OUT!”

Jax gulped, he should have known this was coming. After all he heard from Winter how Riley slammed someone’s head against a table just because they looked at Penny funny, if he wasn’t in the circus he would be on a missing poster by now. He took a deep breath, typing away on the keyboard.

You’re allowed to be angry

Furious

What I did was unforgivable and I understand if you won’t forgive me

But please understand then when I say sorry, I mean it

I’m so sorry Riley

For hurting your sister the way I did

For everything

Riley crossed her arms as she scowled, letting herself think long and hard about it, emphasise on long (she wanted to make him suffer at least a little bit). Jack was an asshole for what he did, but she knew what he went through as a kid and how hard he tried to make things right both for himself and for everyone else. She looked to Samual, the boy giving her a smile and a thumbs up before she turned back with a sigh, “Thank you for your apology.”

Jax’s stomach did a flip. There was a thank you, but no forgiveness. It was expected, a bit disappointing, but also a good start.

You’re welcome

Riley’s face turned soft again, shifting her feet on the rug below her, “Penny, are you…can you speak to me?”

Pomni clenched her hands, grinning and trembling with excitement as she rushed over to the computer.

Hey Riles

Please don’t kill Jack when we get back

Riley sniffed, wiping a stray tear from her cheek, “I’ll try not to, but I’ll do it for you Pen. Oh my god I missed you so much.”

Pomni bit back her sob, if she missed her mother so much already, then the weight of missing Riley hit like a bag of bricks.

I missed you too

You’re making me cry Riles

“I can’t help it,” Riley laughed. “You’ve been gone for three months.”

I know

You have no idea how much I wanna hug you all – Penny (did that so you can tell who you’re talking to)

Jax hummed, amused by her quick choice, “Smart.”

She gave the rabbit a quick grin before she turned her gaze to the boy in the living room, tilting her head curiously.

Who’s that guy?

Jax followed her gaze, letting out a small gasp of realisation at who it was, “Samual Abel?!”

“Wait, you mean-?” she realised now who he was talking about.

“Penny, Jack,” Riley walked over to the boy. “This is Samual Abel, son of Kaleb and Quinn Abel. He’s gonna be helping us get you home.”

“Uh, yeah,” Samual replied nervously. “Hi again Mister Jack, nice to meet you Miss Penny. Um, I’m really sorry I couldn’t do more for you when Jason came up to you that day Jack.”

Jax frowned as his fingers reach for the keyboard again.

It was nobody’s fault but my own kid

I was the one who took up Jason’s offer

Don’t beat yourself up about it – Jack

“Copycat,” Pomni stuck her tongue out at him.

Jax chuckled, “Couldn’t help it little lady,”

“But I should have done something!” Samual stood so fast it nearly gave him whiplash. “Jason always does this! He knows it’s dangerous when people touch that stupid game! The moment he said where he was sending you I knew what job he was talking about! I could have stopped all this!”

Riley faced the boy, confused, “Game? What game?”

“That fucking game!” he cursed. “It’s been the root of all of our problems yet he never got rid of it! It started small with people disappearing in the company with headsets left behind, but then it started spreading somehow to the public! And now we lost the file! It keeps jumping from place to place and we can never catch it! All because Jason was too stubborn to get rid of it!”

“Sam, Sam, hey,” Riley clicked her fingers in front of his face, his attention solely focused on her. “What game are you talking about.”

Samual’s buried his face into his hands, a stressed groan leaving his mouth, “It was supposed to be a VR remake of the first game my dad made, but Jason kept making too many shaky choices with it. Then my parents disappeared. I hate that game… ‘The Amazing Digital Circus’.”

Pomni gasped, “That was the game I saw when I tried to find you!” She turned to Jax, “We’re stuck inside the game!”

“I-I remember!” Jax clenched his hands. “When I disappeared! That was the file I saw!”

It fell on deaf ears. “The reason why Jason wanted to send Jack away was because that was where the last person went missing, the last time we saw the file,” Samual told them. “He wanted to send Jack there as a way to retrieve the file and get back to working on the game again, even if he knew it wasn’t safe. Unfortunately the file routed its way back to this city and took Jack with him.”

“And then it took Penny,” Amber whispered.

“Okay,” Riley gathered herself, her mind settling back into business. “Jason sent Jack away and lied to everyone for all these years. That wasn’t your fault Samual.”

“But I-” he tried to speak.

“You told me that whenever you tried to speak up to talk to someone then Jason would get in the way and scare you into stopping,” she stated firmly. “Don’t blame yourself because a grown man was enough of a coward to bully a child.”

He looked like he was about to retort, but a stern glare from Riley was all that he needed to heed what she said, “Ok Miss Riley.”

“Next,” she moved on. “What should be our second course of action.”

Pomni quickly moved back to the computer.

No one else in the circus has their memories

Is there a way we can try and help them get them back? – Penny

“Oh, oh wait!” Samual piped up, an idea bright in his mind. “I overheard Jason talking about this. He has USB files of each person that went missing, including their past leading up to this point.”

“You overhear a lot of stuff kid,” Riley crossed her arms. “I didn’t mean that as a criticism, just observing.”

“Hehe, well, when you’ve been isolated from everyone and everything all your life you tend to get a bit bored,” Samual replied with a wry smile. “Case in point, eavesdropping on the guy you’re suspicious off in order to gather information.”

“So if we get the USB files and hook them into this computer,” Amber started to catch on.

“It could help get their memories back,” Samual finished. “I’ll get to see if my parents are there!”

“This is amazing!” Amber cheered. “Well, not fully amazing because their all still stuck but we’re getting somewhere. Oh wait till Winter hears about Jack being alive!”

A wide grin appeared on Jax’s face. Winter, his sister, he could finally see her again! Reassure her that he was alive-

“-Wait! No, no!” Riley quickly interjected, making everyone become quickly confused at her sudden outburst. “We can’t tell Winter, not yet at least.”

Amber blinked in surprise, “Honey, she’s your wife. She’s been missing Jack for so long, she needs to know the truth.”

Pomni watched as Jax’s ear twitch, a slight scowl was on his face. He didn’t like this one bit.

 “I know that,” Riley said. “But you weren’t there when Jack was gone. She went nearly catatonic, unable to move, speak or eat. The devastation of losing him for so long nearly broke her. We nearly lost Percy in birth because of the impact. I…I can’t risk that happening again.”

A slow, angered breath released through Jax’s nose as he started to type again.

This is a mistake Riley

Winter deserves to know

You can’t keep this from her – Jack

Riley shook her head, “I’m doing this to protect her. It’s for her own good Jack.”

He wasn’t convinced, turning away from her. Riley shouldn’t have to make that choice for Winter, it wasn’t fair! She needed to know, not be kept in the dark!

Pomni patted his hand softly as she went to the keyboard.

But he’s right Riley – Penny

“I’ll tell her eventually,” Riley reassured everyone. “J-just not now, until I know for sure that everything will be fine.”

Pomni sighed. Riley was as stubborn as they came, there was no changing her mind with this.

Both rabbit and jester jumped when they heard the dinner bell ringing from outside the exit door. It was time to go.

We have to leave

You better know what you’re doing Riley – Penny

“What? But you just came back!” Riley cried.

Amber put a hand on her daughter’s shoulder, “Don’t worry. If this interaction has proved anything, they’ll be back.”

Riley was unconvinced, but if there was anyone she trusted more than anything, it was her mother. “Ok,” she nodded, “Just…please be safe Penny.”

I will

And like that, both rabbit and jester rushed out the door. They were able to make it on dinner on time, and Caine was none the wiser about what happened. But despite the feast laid out in front of him, everything that Riley said left a bitter taste in Jax’s mouth. After Penny, Winter was the one he was closest to out of anyone in his life. He might not have been the greatest person, but Winter was the furthest thing from bad. She was the reason that he started to believe that good things could happen in his life, and now Riley was refusing to tell her that he was here and alive.

It felt so wrong.

Pomni’s hand was on his leg, still yet reassuring. It was a silent confirmation that she was on his side about this. He laid his hand atop hers, making sure it was out of Caine’s sight. He squeezed it, hopefully things would be okay…they had to be.

.

.

.

“Riley…”

Black, everything was black.

“Riley…”

It was like she was stuck in inky tar, unable to move her feet, stuck in the black substance.

“Riley.”

She looked up, the redhead gasped as she saw one very familiar, visible figure.

“Penny?” Riley’s voice sounded louder in her ears.

The brunette was wearing the same outfit Riley had last seen her in, a plain white T-shirt and grey leggings. Though it looked dirtier than she last remembered, and why were her eyes shut?

“Why did you leave me?” Penny’s voice echoed.

Riley was startled by the sudden statement, “What?”

“You’re my big sister,” Penny mumbled. “You’re supposed to protect me…yet you didn’t.”

“No, Penny I didn’t mean for you to get trapped!” Riley yelled out for her. “I’m doing everything I can to bring you home!”

“You said you would always be there for me,” Penny whispered back. “You said that no matter what happens I would be safe if you were there…but you weren’t…you didn’t save me…you’re a liar.”

“I’m so sorry Penny,” Riley sobbed, hands on her leg as she tried to pull them out, but to no avail. “I’m really sorry!”

“Liar,” Penny repeated.

“Liar!”

“LIAR!”

“L̷̩͚̯̲̖͖̙͔̹̬̮͉̲̝̑̊̀́ͅỈ̸̢̹̝̝͓͔̟̠̌́́̆͝Á̵̬͎͛̐̑̔̃̈́̓R̶̳̪̩̹̳̬̻̜̫͇̓̏̀͐͒͂̚͠͝͝”

Riley gasped, trying to run but she was frozen solid in the ink. Suddenly, the darkness was replaced by thousands of multicoloured eyes staring at her as Penny drew closer.

The brunette grabbed Riley by the collar of her shirt. It was nothing but silence.

Then her eyes opened.

Riley screamed when she saw that they were as hollow and black as the ink.

Penny opened her mouth again, the same ink leaking out from her lips as she screeched one more time.

Ļ̷̨̛͚̙̭̖̩̥̝͇̮̻̼͍͎̗͉͍̦͖̹͎͔͈̞̰̟̯̩̝̠̻̫͕̱̝̎͊̽̈́̇̀͊̄̑͋̅͊̔̄͒̃̀͌̈́̏̈͆͐̋̓͐̾͛̊̈́̈́́̏̋̀̄̏̈̚̚͘͘̕̕͠ͅÌ̶̧̧̧̛̛̪͔̝͚̫͎̝̬͈̺̫̭̱̞̹͖̞̹̳̻͖̫͉̋̓͋̈́̓͂͗͐̈́̐̈͐̒͗͆̏͛̈̏͌͗͑̈́̐͐̔̂̊͊́͆͆̒̓̾̀̀̾͘̚̕̕̚͜͝ͅͅA̷̢̧̛̛̻̳̞̬̟͇̟̟͉͔̻̻͙̩̣͈̖̘͙̪̱͎̰͙̝͚̣͈̓͒̎͛̆̓̋͌̅̈́͂̏̎̈́̅̍̈̈́̆̕͜͝͠͝ͅR̴̡͈̞͔̮̻̩͋͂͑̚ͅ

.

.

.

Riley awoke with a scream tearing from her throat, her hands fisting the bed sheets beneath her. She failed her, she failed Penny, she couldn’t save her, she was nothing but a failure-

“Riley, Riley!” Winter reached out, taking her wife’s hands in hers. “It’s okay, see, everything is ok.”

Riley was still trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Breathe with me babe,” Winter told her, taking deep breaths in and out again. Riley gulped down a sob, repeating her wife’s pattern. Eventually, she breath was even again and she was calm enough to see her surroundings. There was no ink, no eyes. She was in her bedroom with Winter as the other woman turned the lamp on beside the bed. “It’s okay, it was just a nightmare.”

She was about to bring Riley back into her arms, before the redhead pulled away and stood up, “Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you. I’ll go sleep in the guest room, to let you rest before work.”

“No, wait, Riley!” Winter shouted as her partner gathered up her pillow and a spare blanket. “I just wanna talk, you don’t have to do this.”

“I want to get some sleep before work, alright? Conversation over,” Riley stated, gathering what she needed in her arms before marching to the door.

“Riley enough!” Winter yelled, making Riley freeze in her tracks still facing the door. “We can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” she retorted bitterly.

“You avoiding me,” Winter told her. “Especially when you’re hurting. You can’t keep pretending that I don’t exist just because you’re too scared to talk about Penny.”

Riley bit her tongue, nearly drawing blood, “I’m not scared Winter. Stop it.”

“Where were you last night?” Winter questioned, unrelenting. “Yesterday you wouldn’t answer your phone after I tried calling you for hours. Where were you?”

Riley couldn’t say, she couldn’t. If Winter was told about Jack, she feared about what could happen. She still remembered Winter’s pale face, nearly slipping in and out of consciousness during Percy’s C-section. She nearly lost both her wife and her son that day. She couldn’t tell her, it’s for her own good.

“My mom’s house, my phone was on silent,” she said, her voice void of emotion. “I’m tired.”

She slammed the door behind her, leaving Winter all alone. The black-haired woman brought her knees to her chest, too exhausted to cry. Too tired to keep having these moments with Riley. She would give anything just to have her wife back.

.

.

.

“Well good morning little lady,” Jax bowed as he walked out of his room the next morning. “And how was your sleep last night?”

“Aren’t we supposed to be subtle?” Pomni placed her hands on her hips. “Cause as far as I can’t tell, I don’t think this is what it’s supposed to be.”

“But it made you smile, right?” he smirked.

Pomni blushed, he was right, she was smiling, “Shut up.”

He chuckled, nudging his head to the direction down the hallway, “Hungry?”

“Yeah, I could eat,” Pomni nodded. She was about to walk beside him when she noticed something in the corner of a door from one of the past circus members. She cocked her head to the side as she inspected it further.

Jax paused in his tracks when he noticed that his fiancé wasn’t next to him, “Pen?” He saw her staring at the door of an old string-worm character, coming up behind her carefully so he wouldn’t spook her. “What is it?”

“Do you see that?” she inquired.

“See what?” he asked.

She pointed to the corner, “That.”

Jax’s eyes squinted as he followed her fingers, they widened when they finally noticed what Pomni was talking about. The corner was glitching, similar to how Ragatha was when Kaufmo attacked her on the jester’s first day. “How is this possible?” Pomni observed.

“I…I don’t know,” Jax replied honestly. “I don’t think we’ve seen anything like this.”

Suddenly, the glitch sparked wildly and loudly, making them jump back in surprise. It started to spread across the door, erasing the face of the string worm with its flashing colours. Jax held Pomni protectively, guiding her away from the door as they stepped away slowly. They watched as little by little, it swallowed up the door, before disappearing entirely.

Both of them panted in surprise, this wasn’t good. It wasn’t good at all. “I think we need to hurry with our escape plan,” Pomni told the rabbit holding her.

“Agreed,” Jax nodded. “We’re on a timer Pomni.”

“The question is how long do we have?” her voice shook slightly, gripping onto him.

“Long enough for us to get out of here,” he told her, reassurance in his voice. “That much I know.”

“O-okay,” Pomni hated that she was stuttering, but the sudden fright of what happened didn’t seem to be letting go of her anytime soon.

“Come on, let’s get downstairs before Caine tries to find us,” Jax stood, holding out his hand and helping up the jester.

While the two walked down the hallway, they couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling of what just happened. Did they really not have enough time? Was it just another strange part of this world?

Those questions rung through their mind as they walked down the hall, unaware of a second little glitch behind them in another little corner of the hall.

#the amazing digital circus #jax #pomni #pomnijax #funnybunny #ragatha #gangle #kinger #zooble #caine #bubble #my writing #dragon rambles #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #jax x pomni #pomni x jax #jaxni

[lettersfromaphrodite]

| il dolce far niente |

―pairing : Luca Kaneshiro x Fem!Reader ―genre : fluff ―word count: 590 ― notes : nothing to say, this tweet fucked me up // @pokemonshka this is for us

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

“Ah… When is he coming back? ” you thought you yourself with a lonely sigh. The book you were reading was rather boring, and you risked more than once to doze off on the couch while you waited for Luca to come back home during that rainy monday afternoon; you stretched once again, shuffling just enough to re-arrange the soft pillows behind your back, and tried to ignore the obnoxious feeling of all those tiny little words easily blending themselves together and tempting you to close your eyes and fall asleep.

The familiar sound of keys unlocking the front door made you instinctively check the time on your phone, noticing that contrarily to your perception of time, Luca came home a little earlier than usual. «Babe! I’m home!» Luca’s voice chanted from the hallway; even if you could hear fatigue transpiring from his voice, the sound of your boyfriend’s footstep was more than enough to fill your heart with warmth and affection. «Oh, hello there,» Luca greeted you with a smile – his voice much softer than it was seconds ago. He hummed a song to himself, hanging his coat before casually walking towards you the couch as he undid the first buttons of his shirt; «were you waiting for me?» he added, and you shook your head. «I was finishing this book,» you lied, «it just got to the interesting part.» «You know it’s not true,» Luca giggled, unceremoniously sitting on the couch and slumping himself against you, so that his head was comfortably resting on your lap; his gaze met yours, and the knowing smile painted on his lips was enough to make your cheeks heathen up. Luca tapped the cover of the book twice, before proudly saying: «You’ve been reading this book for months. It ain’t that long, you know?» he giggled, and you found yourself laughing with him.   «Well, Sherlock, took you long enough to find out.» you teased him, but Luca simply reached out to take the book from your hands, before closing it and placing it on his lap. «Who cares, I’m here now, and I want cuddles… and snuggles… and kisses…» he listed while counting on his fingers, his head moving every now and then on your lap as if he was thinking of more affectionate gestures to request from you. «Sometimes I have troubles believing you’re not actually a cat, you know?» you affectionately teased him, instinctively running your fingers through your lover’s hair, thing that made his eyes light up. «Oh, I know!» Luca exclaimed, eagerly meeting your eyes once again, «Could you pat me to sleep?» he innocently questioned, and you instinctively laughed, «uh… pretty please?» he added, turning around just enough to hug your waist in an affectionate manner.

Although you didn’t want to give up immediately, you realized yet another time that you definitely couldn’t resist how adorable he could be and so, few minutes later, you were laying on your bed, Luca’s head on your chest as your fingers were lazily combing and threading though his soft hair. «Don't’ fall asleep before me,» Luca hummed with a sleepy voice, «otherwise I’ll wake you up.» you snorted a laughter in response, thing that made your lover’s head slightly move due to inertia. «As if you would do that.» you hummed back, gently scratching his nape before repeating your actions. «You’re right,» Luca tiredly giggled as he hugged your waist closer – if possible, and happily nuzzled his face against your skin, «as if I would do that to you.»

all works © lettersfromaphrodite

Do not modify, repost, translate or plagiarize my stories. I only publish my works on tumblr & AO3.

↳ BACK TO NAVIGATION 💫 ↳ BACK TO MASTERLIST 🔮

#luca kaneshiro fluff #fanfics #luxiem fluff #luxiem scenarios #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro x you #luxiem x reader #luxiem x you #luxiem fanfic #nijisanji x reader

[packingpest]

Making this post from the hearts of me and my friends and their friends who like Rhythm Heaven here on Tumblr and Instagram

TANGOTRONIC FANS SHUT UP.

NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT THEM.

I HAVE TALKED TO A LOT OF RHYTHM HEAVEN FANS IN MY TIME, SOME GREAT AND SOME QUESTIONABLE. BUT YOU TANGOTRONIC FANS.

NEED TO BE PUT.

ON A LEASH.

I WAS FRIENDS WITH ONE ON INSTAGRAM. All they ever dmed me?

"YOU WANNA SEE THIS TANGOTRONIC ART?"

"*SENDS RANDOM FANARTS ANYWAY*"

"WANNA SEE THIS TANGOTRONIC STORY?"

"WANNA HEAR ABOUT TANGOTRONIC?"

NO WE DON'T.

IT WAS GREAT THE FIRST WEEK. OKAY THE NEXT. THEN I GOT TIRED. AND NOW I SEE MY FRIENDS GETTING BOTHERED TO HELL? WE ARE TIRED OF IT. If it was just me I could live but the fact it's not just this one person to me, it's multiple people to everyone.

I like Tangotronic3000 as much as the next guy, but YOU PEOPLE ARE TOO INCONSIDERATE. YOU SPAM THE FEEDS AND DMS WITH SO MUCH. I COULD BE HAVING THE WORST DAY EVER AND I CHECK MY ONLY DM TO SEE "HEY LOOK AT THIS TANGOTRONIC HEADCANON" SHUT. UP. AND STOP SPAMMING THE FUCKING ASK BOXES WITH IT.

IT'S NOT BECAUSE OF TANGOTRONIC EITHER, ITS JUST THAT EVERY TIME ANY OF YALL SPEAK ITS ABOUT TANGOTRONIC. NOT A HI, NOT A HELLO, FUCK, I BET YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW MY NAME OTHER THAN PACKINGPESTS. IT'S NICE IN MODERATION, BUT NOT EVERY FIVE SECONDS.

I leave them on read so many times for so long to no avail. I wake up to a tangotronic message. STOP IT. PLEASE. ALMOST EVERY RHYTHM HEAVEN MUTUAL OF MINE I'M CLOSE WITH IS SOMEWHERE BOTHERED (I have about 8, some ive actively had rant to me about them and a few ive just seen mention it once so far [Across a few platforms]). I have some that are just like, "Ehh, yeah it's annoying, but let them do what they want," then on the other side I have someone sending me "GOD FUCKING DAMNIT ALL MY FEED IS IS STOLEN TANGOTRONIC ART." Me personally I am at a 7 out of 10 on the annoyed scale.

Stop making everything about your niche game. I love talking about manzai birds or packing pests or munchy monk, but I don't make it a life style, and I especially wouldn't make it a lifestyle 1 to 1. An account about it? Sure, whatever, but god please make a group chat for y'all, you have each other to talk to who actually want to 24/7 eat sleep breathe tangotronic, some of us don't. Some of us don't have the heart to tell you, but thank God that ain't me. I've already blocked a few, but some remain, so if you see this, take fucking note.

CALM. THE FUCK. DOWN.

This was posted as of them being rabid and off the leash, if they are now, then hallelujah

This post is made up of 80% the rage of my friend Curtis who is at like a 11/10 in Tangotronic hatred and I didn't want him to feel like the only one so if you got a problem with it you fight me not him I love arguing

#tangotronic 3000 #rant post #SHUT UP TANGOTRONIC FANS EVERYONE I KNOW HATES TANGOTRONIC BC OF YALL INCLUDING ME #rhythm heaven

[enchanting-eloquence]

Teaching you respect (Jake Seresin)

Summary: Jake Hangman Seresin is a good guy... until those times he regresses back to cocky pilot mode. Reader girlfriend decides it's time to teach him a lesson. Smutty smutty smut.

4.5k words (I got carried away!)

Author notes: Thank you so much for reading. I'm still newly returned to this Tumblr fic lark so all comments, likes or shares would be massively well received, thank you!

Warnings: Did I mentioned smut? Minors, there’s nothing for you here - do not engage and move it along! Femdom, a little angst, some edging, mild degradation, bad language, unprotected sex (be safe kids!), I think that's all but tell me if I've missed anything.

Teaching you respect

Frustration was a word you were used to when it came to dealing with that arrogant ass boyfriend of yours, Jake Seresin. And that wasn’t surprising. After all, he had a knack for winding everyone up the wrong way. If truth be told his quick mouth, cocky grin, and self-praising attitude were all things that had won you over for him back when you’d first met.

But there were sometimes he pushed even you too damned far.

You’d made no secret of the fact you were mad at the bar; refusing a new drink when he’d offered and telling him in no uncertain terms that you were leaving there and then, whether he liked it or not.

Of course he came with you. Jake might’ve been an arrogant ass, but he was protective too, and he also knew only too well just who he should be keeping happy when it came down to it.

You would’ve happily walked home alone, setting off from the bar while he was saying his goodbyes and walked as fast as your heels would take you even as he chased behind calling your name.

Not that it took him long to catch up; those long legs outstripping yours by almost double-time until he was walking backwards in front of you, asking what was wrong, and if you were ever planning to tell him what the fuck he’d done that was so damned bad.

You were almost back to your place when you finally caved at those baby blues looking pleadingly at you with the kind of puppy dog expression you knew only came out on special occasions.

“You even have to ask?” You fumed, keeping your rage quiet for fear of waking the neighbours. “The way you talked about your ex like that? And in front of me? Are you fucking kidding.”

For a second he looked reluctant - apologetic even, but quickly the puppy dog face was gone, replaced by the cockily raised brow and smirk you were all too used to.

“Oh baby,” he asked, hands moving out towards your waist as he stepped closer and tilted his head, “is someone a little jealous?”

Holding up your hands you stepped back and away from him. “Jealous? No.” You looked him up and down, “I knew about your past when we started this thing. And I also know that you know you’ve got it way better here than you ever did before.”

Again he smirked, this time as much in appreciation as arrogance before stepped forwards again and reaching to pull your face closer to him. “Yes ma’am.”

You swatted his hand away. “This isn’t jealousy Jake, it’s respect. It was fucking disrespectful of you to sit there telling that story while any woman is with you - especially your own damned girlfriend.” Still holding your hands up you walked around him and unlocked the door into your apartment.

It took a moment but eventually he followed, trailing a few paces behind you on the stairs at a distance you guessed was as much about checking out your ass in tight jeans as it was trying to appear apologetic.

You were still seething when you walked into your shared bedroom and dropped your handbag, moving to the dresser to take out the large silver hoops from your ears when he walked up behind you and placed his hands on your hips, moving his head to drag a small kiss down the side of your neck.

Shrugging yourself away, you snapped. “Jake stop. This isn’t something you charm your way out of.”

“Baby come on, you know I’d never speak about you that way.”

You refused to meet his eyes, even in the reflection, and instead continued your night time routine, slamming jewellery and make up remover down onto the dresser with much greater force than usual as you moved.

“Yeah? And I bet you would’ve said the same thing about her once too, huh?”

Out the corner of your eye you saw his reflection in the mirror, shaking his head and letting out a short almost disbelieving laugh in response. It was enough to have you whirling, all pretense of restraint gone.

“Oh you think this is funny?” The force with which you turned and walked towards him was enough to have him stepping back and into the bed, leaving him with nowhere to go as you advanced towards him. “It’s not fucking funny Jake. It wasn’t funny when you were some slutty pilot breaking hearts and talking shit about the women you screwed, and it’s not funny now when you claim to respect me.”

His cheeks flamed with anger, but his voice was smaller than usual. “I do respect you.”

Still furious you jabbed a finger into his rock hard chest. “Yeah, so you say. I swear, Seresin, someone should teach you a goddamn lesson. Show you how it feels not to be top dog for a change.”

His eyes narrowed, this time just a hint of anger creeping in under the arrogance. “And I guess you’re going to do it, huh?”

This was usually the point in a fight when you’d walk away - take yourself off for to the kitchen for a drink, or to the bathroom for a long shower to give yourself some space. Both options would always end the same way, with Jake giving you just a few minutes’ space before coming in to join you, covering you in kisses and touches that quickly turned your fury into a different kind of fire. It was his way of apologising, you knew; a way to make it up to you without having to delve into emotions he hadn’t been taught to connect with or words that didn’t trip off his confident tongue. And while there were times you longed for the words, for the outward admission that he had been wrong, the man was just too damned talented for you to turn down a physical apology; especially once he’d fucked the anger out of you.

But tonight that wasn’t going to cut it. Tonight, as you stared up at that perfect face of his, something inside you snapped and you found yourself stepping forward - close enough that he toppled backwards onto the bed behind him, mild shock in his eyes if you stared down at him.

“Yes. Yes I think I am. And don’t you think it’s time you were taught a goddamn lesson?”

The shock took over his face for just a second, before lust won out, eyes darkening and gleaming white teeth coming out to graze his bottom lip as he nodded at you slowly.

“What was that Seresin? Use your words lieutenant.”

He cleared his throat, the faintest hint of a smile on his face as he replied. “Yes ma’am.”

You nodded and stepped back. “Good.” The sight of him looking up at you went straight to your womb. If truth be told power play wasn’t something the two of you had experimented with a lot in the bedroom; not that things were always vanilla – far from it – but whenever you took a turn down that road, Jake’s physical strength, confidence, and all-round alpha male vibe meant that he was always the boss. It was just the way it had always been, and the way you’d both always liked it, loved it in fact. But then maybe that had gotten a little too comfortable, and maybe tonight was the time to change it.

“I want you undressed. Now.” You told him, folding your arms across your chest.

His eyes widened and you saw that same hint of a smile on his face, making you wonder for just a moment if he was planning to argue; maybe to reclaim control by throwing you down on the bed as he’d done plenty of times before. But apparently intrigue over what was about to happen won out, and before you knew it he set to work on the white shirt he’d worn out that evening, fingers working slowly as his eyes stayed fixed on yours.

Despite your quickening pulse, you forced yourself to look bored, even rolling your eyes as you exhaled loudly. “Did I ask for a striptease lieutenant? No, I want you undressed. Get on with it.”

This time his eyes widened enough that he almost looked abashed, the voice that replied ever so slightly quieter than usual, “yes ma’am.”

And in seconds the shirt was off, discarded on the floor to show that gloriously chiselled chest and the abs that never failed to make you drool. The converse followed quickly, before he unhooked his belt and let his jeans drop to the floor, placing his thumbs into the waistband of white boxer shorts.

You raised a finger. “Ah ah. The underwear stays. We can’t have you getting any ideas tonight. Now sit.”

Obediently he dropped to the edge of the bed like a stone, his face a picture of uncertainty as disappointment replaced the usual cocky smirk.

Slowly, purposefully, you leaned in until your lips were within a breath of his. “Tonight. I am in charge. And that means no touching - of me, of you - unless I say so. Do you understand?”

He nodded, clearing his throat as you raised an eyebrow. “Yes ma’am.”

You nodded and moved your lips to his, revelling in the power that swelled within you as he moved in for the kiss, and you simply grazed your teeth against that plump lower lip before pulling back again and staring into his eyes.

“And baby? Bingo.” You murmured him, referencing the safe word you both used whenever things got hot and heavy in the bedroom.

He nodded, his voice hoarse as he repeated it, in time for you to pat his cheek and then move backwards, staring intently into his eyes as you began to slowly remove your shirt. His eyes widened as you let the shirt fell from your fingers to the floor and you slid your hands over your red lacy bra, over your stomach and waist. Slowly, deliberately, you unbuttoned your jeans, taking down the zipper and swinging your hips gently from side to side as you wiggled out of the tight denim.

In front of you, your boyfriend bit his lip and balled his fists on his thighs.

“Baby,” he began in a low voice.

Immediately you stopped moving. “Did I tell you you could speak?”

Jake shook his head slowly and pursed those perfect pink lips together, his jaw twitching silently.

You nodded and moved your hands back up, sliding your bra straps off your shoulder and moving the cups down to reveal your full breasts. “Then maybe,” you continued, sighing as you ran your fingers over hard nipples. “You should keep your damn mouth shut.”

Closing your eyes for a moment you moaned, and continued to move one hand down to the front of your matching panties before stroking two fingers over the damp lace. Biting your lip as the pressure sent a shot of pleasure through your body - a shot that deepened when you opened your eyes to find Jake staring back at you intently, his diamond cut jaw set.

“Oh my. I bet you’d kill to have your fingers in these panties right now wouldn’t you?” Sliding your fingers inside the lace you sighed again, “to feel just how wet it is in here. How wet I get all on my own, without any help from you?”

The jaw tightened and eyes narrowed but he stayed still, his knuckles white now on the side of the bed and the tent in his boxers growing bigger by the second.

Closing your eyes again you began to rub a finger over the tip of your clit, squeezing your legs together rhythmically to heighten the pressure, and moaning as your pleasure increased before dipping your fingers inside of yourself.

“So wet. You murmured, looking directly at him. “Bet you’d like a taste, wouldn’t you?”

Eyes still narrowed; Jake gave a small nod.

“Use your voice lieutenant. I asked you a question.”

If he was surprised he didn’t show it, game face well and truly on as he answered roughly. “Yes ma’am.”

You retrieved your fingers from your panties and held them in front of you, examining them like a new discovery and you moved your fingers apart to watch the slick spread between them. “So wet….” Your head snapped up. “Open your mouth.”

His jaw dropped on command as you strode toward him and placed your fingers in front of Jake’s lips. Immediately he leaned forwards, taking them deeply into his mouth as he sucked and swirled his tongue around them. God the man had a good mouth - especially when it was quiet. Without warning you pulled your fingers free and grabbed his chin, the blond scruff scraping your hand as you tilted it up to meet you and crashed your lips together in a filthy open-mouthed kiss that was all too heavy on the tongue. Jake leaned in, giving as good as he got with the kiss while reaching back to grasp the cheek of your butt.

Immediately you stepped back, practically throwing his hand back at him.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing? I give you an inch and you take a mile. Is that the way you think this works Seresin?!”

“Baby I -.”

“What did you call me?!” Your arms folded over your chest, a gesture that also pushed your breasts up and together in the most unsubtle way possible.

Tightening that sharp jaw once again Jake exhaled loudly. He looked furious, and for just a moment you thought he might call halt to the whole thing. But your man was a good navy guy, and he knew how to follow orders, even when he hated them.

“Ma’am.”

You shook your head in feigned disgust, amazed at just how much the flash of anger in his eyes was turning you on; at how hot it was to stand over this prime specimen of manhood you got to call your own and have him answer your every order. The very thought of him submitting to you in this way made you bolder. Bolder and wetter. And so you shed your bra and panties before flicking a hand towards the bed. “Lie down. If you’re determined to use that mouth of yours then you might as well do it properly.”

As he lay back against the pillows, you could’ve sworn you saw Jake shiver in anticipation, a sensation you knew only too well from all the times he had been the one in control. This time though the control was firmly in your hands.

You were in control as you climbed onto the bed.

In control as you crawled over the top of him, pausing for just a moment to let your heat rest just above the tent in his underwear where his thick cock now stood at full mast.

In control as you lifted your hips without so much as touching him and continued to crawl up his body until you rested your naked, wet sex right in the centre of his rock hard chest.

And in control as you gazed down into those sharp green eyes with a firm look on your face.

“Here’s how it’s going to go. You’re going to eat my pussy and make me come, do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You gave a short nod and grabbed his hands, moving them up to your thighs. “And while you’re there you will keep your hands right here. No touching me unless it’s with that cocky mouth of yours, and certainly no touching yourself, no matter how hard that cock might be. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am.”

And with that you closed the distance between your lips and his, placing your knees either side of his head and lowering yourself quickly onto his face. You felt him moan into your wetness as he got to work, his tongue licking a long, wet stripe through your folds and moving back down in a point to fuck up inside you. Trying to move deeper and deeper as his nose pressed against your clit. Eyes rolling back in your head, you bit your lip, and tried desperately not to grind against his face as you fought to appear unimpressed. After a few moments you lifted back up to give him breathing room and looked down at him, his handsome face wet and visible between your legs.

“Oh lieutenant. You’re good. But I believe your order was to make me come. And you know, I’ve got to wonder if you’re up to the challenge.”

You saw the effort it took to bite back a retort as Jake’s face twisted into a scowl and he jerked his head up to attack your wetness with renewed vigour.

Maybe it was the way that glorious tongue was working your clit round and round, only to be replaced a second later by the suction of his lips, before his tongue took the lead once again; or maybe it was the surge of power that came with having him not only obey your orders but leap to the task at hand, but your release came quickly - a hot and heavy quake that tore out of your throat with a cry and crashed through every part of you, causing you to grip a hand in his short blond hair and pull him closer even as every muscle in your body tensed to send you rising up off of his mouth and he dug his nails into your thighs trying to pull you closer.

Lifting up again you took a moment to compose yourself, breathing heavily before you lay down next to him and planted a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Oh baby you did so good. And followed my orders to the letter, anyone would think you were an army man.”

He raised an eyebrow but said nothing, causing you to laugh softly as you placed a hand on his chest and trailed a finger down his front.

“You made me feel so good, I think you deserve to feel good too, don’t you?”

Circling his lips slightly, Jake nodded, and you moved up to hover above him, continuing to straddle him as too allowed your hand to move behind you to his boxers. He was so hard now that the fabric was straining with the fullness of his erection, and as your scratched gently up the underside of his length through the fabric, you heard him hiss in a way that told you he was full to bursting. You grasped the base of his cock and began to rub slowly through his underwear.

“So hard for me huh? Feels like someone likes the taste of my pussy don’t they?”

He nodded, biting his lips and keeping his eyes firmly on yours as you continued to stare at him.

“Or maybe you like taking orders. Is that it lieutenant? You get off on being a good boy who does what he’s told?” You punctuated your words with a few sharp tugs of his cock, before bringing your hand to rest on his balls and squeezing just hard enough to make his eyes roll back in his head. You laughed softly as you returned to his length and felt him throb under your hand.

���Please.” He croaked, his voice hoarse.

“Yes, lieutenant?”

“Touch me,” he gasped as you jerked your hand up again.

You bit down on your lower lip, considering. In truth you wanted nothing more than to take that beautiful cock out and worship it with your hands and your mouth, before sliding it deep inside you and riding to your next, rapidly approaching orgasm. But that wasn’t part of the plan for tonight, not yet.

And so instead you leaned your body down closer to him, wriggling slightly so that your naked sex ground down over his bulging underwear and your face was by his ear.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Me to take down your underwear and pull on that dripping cock of yours until you explode? Maybe even move down and take it into my mouth?”

He was all-out panting now, his eyes keenly fixed on yours and all arrogance gone from them as he gazed pleasingly at you. “Yes.”

“I bet you would. And do you think you’ve been good enough to deserve that?” You squeezed harder and upped your pace.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum like this.”

Moving your hand to his jaw you stared hard into his eyes as you kept going. “Am I? Gonna make you cum in your pants? So hot for me that you can’t even wait until I actually touch you. So horny at being my good little pet that you cum all over yourself?”

He gasped and stiffened as he jerked his hips up, a sign that you knew meant he was about to orgasm.

And just like that you moved away.

“What the fuck?” Jake’s voice was a mixture of outrage and frustration as he began to sit up, his eyes blazing and his hand reaching out to grab yours while you simply slid off of him and sat up next to him, pulling back from his touch.

“I beg your pardon? Is that any sort of a question to ask a lady?”

His handsome face was a mixture of lust and fury as his lips pursed ready for speak again.

“Choose your next words carefully lieutenant,” you told him. “You want me to stop that’s fine, but know that either way I won’t be making you cum just yet.”

You stared at one another for another moment, his jaw working and his eyes narrowed. If you had thought for one moment that he was genuinely unhappy, you’d have stopped in an instant - headed out to the kitchen and let the usual make up ritual play out. But you knew your man, and knew this was all ego, an ego that might just benefit from being taken down a peg or too.

“What’s it to be Seresin? Have you had enough? Can’t take it anymore and need to give in?”

He huffed out a breath. “No ma’am.”

You nodded. “Good. Then you’ll cum when I say so and not before, do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“And while those balls of yours might be full to bursting right now you’ll just have to wait, because I need more from you before I decide you deserve to cum.”

Biting your lip, you lay down next to him, curling your body against him until every part of your front was connected to his side. He began to shift to face you but you held up a hand.

“Ah ah, stay exactly where you are. Eyes up, and while you’re there put those hands where I can see them. No. Touching. You see, you might not deserve to cum yet but all this being in charge is making me so wet,” you pushed your naked pussy against his thigh and heard him groan softly, “and I just don’t think I can concentrate until I’ve gotten off.” You began to move again, your clit buzzing from the contact with his rock hard leg. “And I know how much you love to see me touching myself, how much you love to make me come on your fingers.” You gasped as he flexed his muscles under you. “But bad boys don’t get what they want. And until you can prove to me that you can be trusted to do only as I say, I guess I need to find another way to get the job done.”

You could feel his heavy breathing through bitten lips, and saw his eyes gazing sidelong as you as he tried desperately not to move his head, nor his hands which were flexing in fists on his stomach.

“Oh Jake,” you moaned. “Remember the last time I rode your thigh? On the beach outside of the Hard Deck, people right inside – so close you had to put a hand over my mouth when I came? Remember?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“You loved it didn’t you? Talked right through it telling me how hot it made you to know you could make me come without even touching me. Just by sitting there talking to me, remember?”

His jaw was so tight now you swore it must be painful.

“Bet it would give you a kick if I came on your thigh tonight. Remind you that even when I’m in charge, you can still make me come without trying huh?”

He was quiet, even as you pulled back.

“Roll over lieutenant,” you murmured. “And remember, no touching.”

As he turned to face you, you opened your legs. Pulling apart your outer lips with one hand, you began to squeeze your clit, pinching and rubbing it alternately while your other hand stroked circles around your pussy. Your juices were making it hard to focus your fingers, especially with the growing bell of lust that seemed to expand inside you with each touch.

“Fuck Jake I hope you’re watching closely,”

You murmured, closing your eyes and bucking your hips towards his with a shudder. “This is how I take care of myself when you’re not here. Want you to know how good I can make myself come without any help from you.”

Working first one and then two fingers inside yourself you moaned and began to touch your clit with your thumb as you moved the other hand to stroke across the soft skin of your body.

You opened your eyes and found Jake watching you intently, his cheeks red, eyes slotted, and teeth biting down on that bottom lip hard enough that you wondered if it would bleed.

The sight only spurred you on to put on a better show, moving your hips and your fingers as you moaned his name.

“My eyes, look in my eyes while I make myself come.”

He groaned softly and met your eyes, a connection you loved but he would often avoid – not out of discomfort, simply from a desire to fixate elsewhere.

“Want to touch you.” He said, his voice thick and low.

You nodded, “I know.”

“Want to taste you,” he paused, “please Ma’am.”

And how could you resist when he was so polite? You took your fingers from your pussy and held them towards him for a moment, before capturing them in your own mouth and sucking them clean on a moan. His expression was somewhere between frustration and sheer sex as you removed them with a satisfied sigh and began to touch yourself again.

“Oh don’t worry, you still get a taste.”

You grabbed his jaw firmly and pulled him towards you, pushing your tongue into his mouth. His moan was loud enough to barely be muffled as he sucked the juices off your tongue, and then met your lips with his own, his tongue swirling around yours as he tried to convey all his feelings in a kiss.

It was a damned good kiss. Good enough that, together with the pressure on all of your most sensitive spots, your release came quickly, leaving you screaming into his mouth as you crashed over the edge. Your eyes shot open and you saw him gazing back at you, his stare hard while he continued to kiss you. You let him do it, taking control with his mouth for just a minute while you regained your senses and pulled back.

“Well, that mouth of yours sure has had a workout tonight huh? Maybe it’s time I did the same,” you licked your lips. “What do you say lieutenant?”

He nodded, his throat too dry to speak, and thrust his hips up aimlessly from the bed, causing you to let out a low chuckle as you moved your attention down and removed his boxer shorts.

His cock was harder than you’d ever seen it, the head red and angry looking and a thin stream of pre-cum leaking from the tip. Even his balls seemed to stand to attention as you took in the whole sight while moving to kneel between his thighs.

You thought about going gently, teasing him for a while with your tongue, hands and tits as you often would. But this wasn’t a night for gentle. And so, grasping the base of his dick in one hand, you lowered your mouth quickly over his length.

As his thickness slid down your throat, you gagged slightly - it was always a struggle to accommodate the sheer size of him - but the movement only served to add extra suction for him, leaving him crying out.

“Y/n, fuck.”

You paused and stared hard into his eyes, causing him to nod and set his lips again, forcing himself to be quiet as you moved your head around him, varying the depth and angle so that his tip was continually stimulated by every part of your mouth, before lifting back up and sucking as you used your lips and hand to jerk him off. He was moaning softly now despite himself, while bobbing his hips up and down almost imperceptibly, slightly enough that you knew how much restraint it must be taking him not to fuck your mouth.

God you wanted to make him cum, to watch those eyes fly open and hear the loud string of curses and praise that you knew would leave his lips as he finally exploded down your throat. Wanted it, but also found yourself throbbing once again as you thought of depriving him just a little longer.

You removed your lips from his dick with a pop, and looked up at him, “feel good lieutenant?”

“Y, yes ma’am.”

“Good enough to cum?” You licked a long stripe up the vein that ran base to tip.

He nodded, the blend of discomfort and pain evident in his face.

“Tell me then, tell me what you want.”

Swirling your tongue around the head, you fixed your eyes upon him and began to tongue his tip pointedly.

“Want you to take me down your throat. To hold my balls while you deep throat me until I shoot my load in your mouth. Want to see you full of my cum.”

You nodded, biting back a moan, and did as he said, deep throating him again as you moved your hands to his balls and teased them.

He arched his back, gripping the sheets once again as he desperately tried to prevent himself touching you. His cock twitched in your mouth.

“So, close.” He hissed. “So, fucking, cl-.”

And you pulled away from him, stopping all stimulation in a way that had his hips rising to fuck the air, and a long whine leaving his lips.

“Oh Jake, a whine, really?”

“I need to cum,” the first words out of his mouth were needier than you’d ever heard, twisting something inside your womb in a way that was about lust just as much as power as you raised an eyebrow.

“Ma’am, please.” His voice was small and pleading. “I’ll do anything.”

Instead you moved back, just far enough that no part of your body was touching his, but close enough that there was no way he could move; no way for him to squeeze his legs together or roll to the side and fuck into the blankets. And, since your man was used to following orders, those hands were still gripped by his sides.

“Well well, so needy for me aren’t you lieutenant? Funny isn’t it, how the big slutty ace from earlier was laughing at a woman for how much she wanted him, how much of a slut she was for him. And now look at you, desperately fucking the air and begging me to let you cum. How is it to be the needy slut lieutenant?”

You saw the whites of his eyes as his hips bucked.

“Oh you like that do you? Like it when I call you a needy slut. Maybe you should remember that, next time you’re talking about me in a bar - next time you’re talking about any woman in a bar.”

He hissed and looked into your face, dazed from the sex hormones flooding his body - dazed from you.

“Maybe you should remember how it is to be the one who isn’t in control, who’s teased past the point of thinking, the next time you decide to act like a cocky asshole. Well, what do you say?”

“Y, yes ma’am.”

You nodded, the walls of your pussy fluttering in a desperate need to be filled as you watched him looking this suppliant and wanting.

“Yes what?”

“I’ll remember.”

“Remember what?”

“That I’m a needy little slut.” You laughed softly.

“That too, although that wasn’t what I meant. Remember what lieutenant?”

His eyes closed for a moment, more in an attempt to calm his desperate urge to cum than to delay the words. “To show some respect.”

“That’s it.” You murmured, placing a hand on his abs and feeling him twitch. “Good boy.” You climbed up, opening your legs until your soaking sex hovered just over his pulsing erect ion.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson now lieutenant?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Think it’s safe for me to fuck you now? To let you touch me while you fill me up?”

He growled the next words out, “Yes. Please, yes.”

And like that you were dropping down on him, his entire length sliding easily inside your over-ready cunt in a way that made you both cry out. You gave yourself a second to get used to him inside you - even after all of this time it still took a moment to get comfortable with how deep he went - and began to ride him steadily at an angle that allowed you to ground your clit against his hard lower abs.

His hands were on your hips, gripping tightly as he did all he could to bounce you even harder and faster on his dick, the punishing rhythm enough to force a sudden and choked cry from your throat.

“Gonna. Cum.” He moaned, looking at you in surprise. “Can’t. Hold. On.”

“You can,” you painted, trying to regain composure. “You can and you will. We’re going to come together Seresin, you understand?”

He nodded, his pupils blown wide enough to turn those green eyes black as he watched you with the razor sharp focus of a man used to life and death situations. You slowed your bounces as you concentrated on the friction you needed to ride out one more orgasm.

“You’re going to wait for me to come so I can milk everything out of you, so that you can pump me so full of your cum it’s dripping out of my pussy. So that your cock is covered in my juice too. Understood.”

He grunted. “Yes. Ma���am.”

“Tell me one more thing,” you asked breathily, your eyes fixed on his. “Whose orders do you follow?”

“Yours ma’am. Only yours.”

It was enough to send you shouting right towards your peak, crying out as you began to ride him for all you were worth and reaching down to grab his hair as you pulled him up for a hot kiss.

Again his hands grasped your hips, pulling you into him as he thrust once, twice, three times and sent you into raptures, following close behind with a loud cry into your mouth as you felt rope after rope of thick cum coat your walls and shoot all the way into your womb.

You continued to ride him gently for just a moment, both of you putting more effort into the kiss as you came down from your high and regained control of your mouths. His hands were on your back, in your hair, and you had no desire to stop him, entirely blissed out as you let his touch ignite a path of fire on your overstimulated skin.

“Baby,” he murmured, moving his lips to your neck. “You are fucking phenomenal.”

You laughed, moving back to look at him. “Not too much?”

He returned the laugh into your skin, shaking his head ever so slightly as he spoke. “Absolutely not.”

Continuing to kiss your neck he pulled you down to lie with him, but you braced yourself to pull back again.

“Jake, baby, I think I need to clean up before we-.”

His strong hands were firm on your arms. “Let me, you lie here.”

And so you did, lying back onto the pillows and slowly coming back from what felt like an out of body experience, you took your turn now to watch his delicious ass leave the room, trying to remember the last time he’d volunteered to go and take care of you in this way. It wasn’t that he was selfish usually, not at all as your regularly satisfied body could attest to, more that he showed his feelings in other ways.

But tonight was different. And as he strode back into the room with a towel and washcloth in hand, you found yourself grinning.

“Something funny baby?”

“I was just thinking how nice it is to have you take care of me… Maybe you do like me being in control after all?” You teased.

He perched on the side of the bed and stroked his hands up your thighs to part them.

“I just want you to know,” he murmured, eyes low but hands firm on your skin, “how much you matter to me. How much I,” he swallowed, “respect you. Always.” He glanced up, “even if sometimes I need to be reminded. I hope you know that, I never want to lose you.”

You sat up and rested a hand on his cheek until those eyes - still bright but somehow less cocky now - met yours. “I’m going nowhere baby.” You pecked a soft kiss to his lips and then grinned, “and if you ever forget? Well then I know exactly how to remind you now.”

He raised an eyebrow and bit his lip as the trademarked Hangman smile returned, suddenly pushing you back and pinning you to the bed as his lips moved to within a breath of yours. “Oh baby, that kind of promise might be enough to make me forget.”

And with that, he was kissing you deeply, his hands on your waist and his cock already beginning to swell again above your centre.

“Again Jake? Already?”

“Oh baby, I’m always ready.”

“Needy.” You moaned teasingly as you fisted a hand in his hair.

“For you, always.”

#jake seresin x reader #Jake Hangman Seresin x Reader #top gun: Maverick fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfiction #Jake seresin x reader smut #Hangman smut #hangman x reader #top gun maverick smut #jake hangman seresin

[lovertate]

close to my heart

hii

it’s been a long time since i’ve posted anything, and i think i went all out for this

this one shot has two versions, this is the sfw one

Simon “Ghost” Riley x gn!reader

cw: none, lots of fluff, kinda angsty? ghost misses you, a lot, written from his POV, no specific gender mentioned for reader, no use of “y/n”

not beta read.

also posted on ao3

Ghost’s heart thrums in his chest as he carefully makes his way to the Church. His feet leave hardly any noise as he creeps through the Shadows that litter the streets. Killing those who pose a threat, or are in his way, and sneaking past the others. If they see him, they're as good as dead. He heard one of them say that. As his hand reaches for the wooden door leading through the wall surrounding the Church, he checks his surroundings. No one is following him. Good.

He doesn’t know where the sergeant is. After telling him to run, he did too. He should radio for him soon, he thinks. Just to make sure he’s not dead. He was shot in the arm. Nothing lethal, more than likely just a graze.

The church is silent. Almost eerily so. No Shadows are in sight, or in earshot. Still, Ghost sweeps the place. Starting with the foyer and then moving into the main hall. Clear. He lets out a silent sigh, his shoulders sagging for a moment before tensing up again. He stares at the ornate architecture of the place. It’s beautiful. Before he can think, he’s taking a seat at the end of a pew. He flicks through the stations on his comm device, hearing the Americans call out towards each other on most of them. He finds a silent one, pausing on it and letting his hand fall to the pocket under his tuner.

The church is silent. He tilts his head down, ripping open the velcroed pocket and carefully plunging his gloved fingers inside. He pulls out a sad, worn piece of paper. The flooded edge has gone soft from use, so fragile Ghost fears it will tear every time he handles it. He gently unfolds the paper anyway, both of his hands gently cradling it. His face contorts under his mask, his eyebrows pinching together. He stares at the face printed on the paper.

“God- fuck,” he mutters out, his right hand coming to cup around his mouth. It drags against the rough fabric of his balaclava.

At this moment, Ghost is not Ghost anymore. He is Simon. Simon Riley. He only feels this when he’s with someone he trusts. The only one he loves. He only feels this when he’s with you. And, although you are not physically with him, the picture of you smiling and laughing as you play with your dog is enough for him.

Simon exhales heavily through his nose, the sound reverberating against the walls. The church is silent, apart from the sound of your voice. It’s in his head, Simon knows. You’re not actually with him, although he wishes so desperately that you were. Not in the field, no, just… with him.

Simon wishes he could feel you, hold you. Wishes to be held. He wishes he could bury his face into your neck as he quietly sobs after waking up from a nightmare. Wishes to feel your hands running through his hair, fingers lightly scratching at his scalp as you soothe him, make the bad thoughts go away. Simon wishes all the bad people in the world would just stop being bad so he could be with you forever.

“This is Bravo 7-1, in the blind… how copy?”

The sergeant’s voice pulls Simon away. His mind blanks for a moment, eyes lingering on your face for a few seconds longer before he gently refolds the picture and places it back in the pocket on the left side of his vest. The one closest to his heart.

“Ghost, this is 7-1, do you copy?”

Simon takes in a deep breath, his eyes shutting momentarily.

Ghost presses the button on his comm device with his thumb.

“Soap. This is Ghost, how copy?”

do not rewrite, translate, repost, or steal. original work by lovertate on tumblr. 

#call of duty #call of duty mwii #call of duty mw2 #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #fluff #simon ghost riley fluff #i love him so much #he deserves everything #my bbygirl ghost #lover t's stuff

[abnerkrill]

Nik! Did you watch Rebel Moon? How was it?

Yes hello this is my 4 star review of rebel moon on letterboxd.

But first: a professional, somewhat critical review of rebel moon that engages with the film well, especially regarding anti-colonial themes, and isn't just knee-jerk regurgitated Snyder haterism:

And now more of my thoughts: [edit: Oh No, He Went And Talked For 3 Hours About It, Thanks For Coming To My TedTalk:)

No one has a better knack at putting together a cast list SO ATTRACTIVE TO THE BISEXUALS. read it and weep, boys. (Jena Malone is there too but really just for 1 set piece)

...Jena Malone's one (1) scene set piece features her as an alien spider woman with legitimate grievances against the Empire who now wants to kill kids because all her kids were killed. Like, so valid, girl. Also, did I say Jena Malone as an alien spider-woman? And this is just one scene.

Look, if that pitch doesn't hook you, this film may not be for you, and that's okay, but by GOD my people are the people who hear "Jena Malone alien spider woman" and perk up. I love you, freaks.

The cinematography is ace and always will be under Snyder's direction. music by Tom Holkenborg SLAPS. Costuming and design overall is super super strong. (People on this hellsite are always complaining about inadequate, boring as hell sci-fi design and you get RM and you don't appreciate it for what it is. WAKE UP.)

Costume showcase! Second from the right in this photo showing off those sweet sweet sci-fi costume designs is my beloved non-binary they/them revolutionary Milius. CANONICALLY non-binary, let me add. Imagine SW doing that lmaoooooooooooo D*ve Filoni would fuckin keel over and die

Kora! Our tragic female protagonist of color who's over 40, with a dark edgy sexy background. [KIDNAPPED AS A CHILD!! DEAD FAMILY!!! DEAD LOVER!!!!!!! SHE FAILED TO PROTECT HER WARD FROM ASSASSINATION!!!!! SHE IS THE MOST WANTED WOMAN IN THE UNIVERSE!!]

Bitches on tumblr LOVE taking failmen with sad backstories from media and blorbifying them, but the second it's a woman? please. If this was a man people would be writing the filthiest x reader smut you've seen since Mandalorian S1 came out. If this was a man you'd already have seen 20,000 fan drawings of her with her muscles and tits OUT. God where's my Kora fanart.

I personally have no problems with the plot of this movie (part 1 of 2) being "we must collect warriors to fight the evil empire." That's kinda fantasy story 101 and I still love new, varied interpretations of that plot.

If there's not much interconnecting plot because Kora's just gathering fighters, it's kinda like... that's the point, babes, they'll actually get to it in part 2. We're just at the "forming the team" stage. I revel in that part of a fantasy film and I always want it to be longer, so this film is like catnip to me.

Uh, yeah, this is getting long. More under the cut.

Entertainment professional nitpick time! I've seen someone say RM would be better as a TV show to introduce a new character each episode. And I truly don't think that fixes any of the problems this person has with the film, while introducing way more problems. (Who the fuck would go in on an original concept TV show where each episode introduces a new hero. You could not sell that pitch to a studio, ever, and viewers would instantly check out if they didn't like the introduced character of the week, and the same complaints would be made: it’s just a new character intro blah blah blah. This wouldn’t fix anything! It would very much make it worse!)

Me, like every day, through gritted teeth: that's... not... how... tv... works...

Like be realistic for a hot second with me. Television is not "long movie"—it is a different medium with different rules. Yes, the past decade has blurred many lines between TV and film, but they're still different mediums, and when people blur them ("it's a 10-hour movie!") the results often suck ass, because you either lack episodic structure or you lack feature structure. Snyder is a feature filmmaker who has never worked in TV. Whenever features people jump into TV, it's a whole other learning curve! They're usually terrible at it! You want Snyder to have to learn a new medium? You want him to learn 5/6-act TV structure from scratch? You want him to (horrified gasp) lead a writers room? Those are not his strengths, baby. Let him play in his space opera sandbox.

And I'm not done! You want the casting team to have to deal with the headache of getting feature film actors to star in a TV show? (Pay cuts! Longer commitments! TV production timelines!) You want to do that to me, personally, and fuck up the TV landscape some more by going, "Oh, we can basically just make a Longer Feature Film in TV"? Fuck off with that. TV has different production realities and different basic story structures. A [long] film [with two parts] is still a film, in structure and production practicalities.

Truly, Tumblr media studies brains (derogatory) at it again.

To each their own, but again, I think RM's structure is fun because it gives me more of the goodies (badass, varied character intros) for the price of one (2-hour film.) Like... that's the good stuff, that's often the most exhilarating part of a film for me. And contrary to popular belief, it's not intro to intro without rising tension or stakes. It builds tension as it goes because new facets of resistance against the Motherworld are explored in each character's intro scene. New ways they fight back, new worlds on which they fight back. And a ticking time bomb of the King's Gaze (king's gays lol) catching up.

Here, have a trailer bc Tumblr's mad at me for too much text in one block.

...I like the RM characters. I want to spend time with them and see what other zany shenanigans Snyder will have them do. (Alien bar fights! Taming a space gryphon! Lightsaber battle!) I like the side-quest-y, exploratory, space opera sandbox playground nature. It's fun, and like, again, if you don't perk up at the concept of collecting cool characters like action figures, this film may just not be for you.

To me it's a polycule. Like, the most messed up polycule in the whole galaxy, but it's a polycule.

Speaking of: THE CHARACTERS ROCK. Yeah, we're missing some significant character development because Netflix truncated Snyder's 4-hr, R-rated film into a 2-hr PG-13 version (likely to be able to release the 4-hr cut later, drum up new press, and get more eyeballs on the movie in total in a few months.) That's... not really Snyder's fault [even though he claims he's in on the plan... some part of me thinks it was Netflix's idea and not his. Stinks of studio meddling.] And it's not indicative of the quality of the actual film, which I currently see as more of an abridged version of the R-rated film that's gonna come out and fill up some of these story holes.

If people are judging the film for not being the 4-hour version, and then decide not to see the 4-hour version, that's their call, but it's kinda shitty to act like the 2-hr version is all there is. Like it probably wasn't Snyder's call to do a 2-hr cut! He's said that the 4-hr one is a whole different movie. I betcha the common criticisms (not enough character development, just jumps from character intro to character intro without interconnection, lack of structure) will be helped, if not outright solved, by the longer cut.

I think people are also happy to take a Part 1 of a movie if it's, say, Dune, and the source material has another part, so Part 1 is allowed to be fucking boring, whereas people don't give that kind of allowance to original sci-fi movies, WHICH IS A REASON WE DON'T GET ORIGINAL SCI-FI. If you're painting with as huge and cosmic a palette as space opera Rebel Moon, the 4-8 hours total across the 2 four-hour parts is kinda bare minimum for an epic. So... patience is a virtue? Let part 1 have elements of IT'S KIND OF A PROLOGUE?

What's that saying? If you want the rewards of space opera worldbuilding with an ensemble cast, you must submit to the mortifying ordeal of 2 hours of setup. Geez. Enjoy the wacky exposition or get out of the space opera genre.

Yeah, that leads me to the point of people who don't enjoy space opera are getting mad at RM for fulfilling the promises of the genre. You might truly be happier elsewhere. The whole thing is over-the-top, huge-scale MELODRAMA and I thrive on melodrama. If it's too cheesy for you, don't come to space operas!!!!!!!

On that note, people have said RM is too tropey and too Star Wars-y. But like I said. If you don't love the tropes get out of the genre!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you aren't here for bloodier/hornier Star Wars get out of RM!!!!

Another big idea I would be remiss to skip over. RM is an explicitly, deliberately anti-colonial, anti-imperial text—far, far more so than any other mainstream sci-fi currently being released. Well-intentioned liberals love to tout Star Trek/Star Wars as progressive media but they really hedge and defang all their political commentary, especially in their 21st century franchise form—think the SW sequels/shows straight up woobifying K*lo Ren in realtime and the Trek shows that (while fun!) are really often just nostalgia bait.

RM is pretty fucking radical. Its theme basically is Kill Nazis—or in expanded form, something along the lines of "The empire will eat up everything of value in the universe unless it is met with unified armed resistance built on solidarity."

And just look at RM's casting. We're not colorblind here; we're very color-conscious. (That's a rant for another day, but I've really started to despise colorblind casting for its extremely well-intentioned-liberal "we're all the same" mentality. It just winds up erasing.) Anyway: RM features the explicitly American-English-Afrikaans empire vs. the Algerian Amazigh protagonist, Black freedom fighters, Japanese revolutionary... and like. Snyder's always gonna be into Vikings so obviously we have Space Vikings too, whatever. Look at me, I can criticize Snyder too! The Poor Sad Space Vikings are not the strongest part of the film!

...Anyway of course the empire vs. revolution is absolutely kind of Star Wars-y since RM is highkey Snyder's Star Wars, but it goes so much further than SW dreamed (or, perhaps, nightmared). SW's rebels/resistance continually get defanged because they're kind of foundationally space magic/singular hero's quest deals, and modern SW with the exception of Rogue One/Andor is just politically, socially stupid. In contrast, RM is about forming a coalition, without something like the Force to help you out. I could write an essay on the ways RM starts in the same place Star Wars starts but takes its politics so much more seriously, so much further.

While I'd argue "good politics" and "artistic quality" rarely correlate, RM is explicitly and doggedly a text about the colonial empire that exploits, enslaves, abuses, and seeks to utterly control marginalized people groups in its quest for domination—and god, I would LOVE to see a resurgence in very fanged, very angry political sci-fi.

One more aside. Snyder has been rightfully criticized for his earlier works basking in fascist-adjacent, hypermasculine aesthetics; 300 is notably super duper racist in how it depicts savage/monstrous Persians vs. Beautifully Good White Spartans Defending Their Culture. (more on "300 Bad" stored up in my brain if anyone wants THAT rant.) To Snyder's credit, none of his films since 300 have really done that—parts of Batman v Superman and his cut of Justice League purposefully poke fun at it. The hypermasculinity is kinda still there, but it's subsumed in the service of melodrama and mythic-flavored cinema, and it's kinda a staple of the action genre anyway, and if you're gonna criticize Snyder without criticizing EVERY ACTION MOVIE EVER, that's just more regurgitated Snyder haterism.

No one is doing mythic action like Snyder these days. No one has the balls and the command of melodrama & operatic visuals. And it comes clearly from Snyder's background in art & art history because all his shots are jam-packed with symbolism and meaning and allusion. So criticize the film for its weaknesses if you like but geez, if I see another post railing about the lack of CRAFT in RM, I will start biting. ALMOST NO BLOCKBUSTER HAS THIS LEVEL OF CRAFT. It's okay that you don't understand visual storytelling, babygirl, but please don't accuse Snyder of lacking craft.

Sorry, you've triggered Cinema Defense Mechanisms in me, I'm gonna have to sit down for a while after this.

I have more takes. Takes hot enough to fuel the King's Gaze (king's gays lol.) But I'll end with a funny observation: I transed my gender (cheers, shouts, hoorays) just about the time I was getting ready to watch Rebel Moon, and in one shocking, epiphanic moment I turned to my partner and went "Of COURSE I'm a man. I like Zack Snyder." So........... do with that what you will.

#rebel moon #dragoninthelibrary #rebel moon spoilers #long post

[marvelgaynesstothemax]

A/N: Heyyy, so I rarely publish fanfic work, but I feel kinda proud of this one I ended up writing during my off time. I dunno if I’m gonna end up publishing fanfic or not on here, but I figured I would give it a shot. Constructive criticism is much appreciated, and I’ve got zero clue what to title this so ideas are also welcome! Thank you! <3

Warnings: Swimmers Ear/Ear infection, Soft Frank, Hurt Matt, Brief Mention of Frankie Jr., Brief Mention of Past Matt/Elektra, Swearing, Hurt/Comfort, based off another post of mine under the tag “Swimmer’s Ear” (Tumblr won’t let me put the link for some reason sorry.)

Also sorry, the timeline is kinda weird?? Think of it as they were already together before Frank’s actual appearance in season 2 I guess? Idk. This is suppose to take place about a day after he shoves Matt in the Hudson and the boat explodes, but they already have an established relationship.

The first groan is rather quiet, it barely wakes Frank, the marine’s sleep-addled brain quick to write off the sound as Matt just having a dream. The second groan though is much quicker to grab his attention, brown eyes still bleary with slumber as he blinks awake to the feeling of his lover shifting beside him in bed.

“Mm..?” Is just about all Frank can scrounge up from his vocal cords this early in the morning, the marine tossing a squinting glance over his bicep to get a look at the other. Matt doesn’t answer his grunt, so Frank tries again.

Nothing.

A couple of months back Frank never could’ve imagined himself getting cozy in bed with Red, probably would’ve decked any person to suggest he’d be where he is today. Yet, here the fuck he is, sitting up in their bed 1 hour past midnight to check on him. Life either liked to be contrary son of a bitch, or Matthew Micheal Murdock enjoyed spiting Frank Castle with his very existence.

“Red?” Leaning over the lawyer’s tense frame, Frank absentmindedly presses the back of his hand to the restless man’s forehead. He doesn’t feel hot, but there was no mistaking the sweat gathering at Matt’s brow line. There’s a whimper and a momentary flutter of eyelids before Matt half-opens his eyes for Frank, clouded pupils glistening with unshed tears as his breathing grows more labored. Another groan.

Concern growing, Frank purses his lips and presses them to Matt’s forehead. He gets the same result as his hand, no fever, just clammy. “Where’s it hurt?” Frank whispers, swallowing down the anxiousness quelling in his throat when he only receives another whimper in reply. “Matty, please, I need ya to use your words.”

Matt’s expression suddenly contorts in pain at a particularly labored breath, and if Frank’s eyes weren’t so accustomed to adjusting to the dark he wouldn’t have even noticed it. Red immediately goes green around the gills from the involuntary movement of his own chest, eyes squeezing shut just a fraction tighter.

“You’re head hurtin’ you, Matty?” Frank whispers gently, taking note of his dizziness. He’s seen Matt deal with his fair share of migraines, but he’s never seen anything quite this intense…

“E-Ears…” The barely audible mumble has an instant effect on Matt, the vibrations of his own voice making him go so pale Frank would have trouble telling the difference between Matt’s skin and a sheet of paper in this lighting.

Small snippets of Frankie Jr. resting his head on the dinner table suddenly rush to the front of Frank’s mind. How his son, just a toddler at the time, cupped his ears and said he felt like he was moving on a swingset a week or so after visiting the public pool. Spilt second images of his son’s face as he carries him to bed are quick to follow and Frank actually has to bite the inside of his cheek to bring himself back to the present.

He feels like a moron. The Hudson River is a fucking cesspit, of course Red would get an ear infection after getting shoved in it! And with his senses, Frank doesn’t even want to imagine the kind of pain he is in…

Another whimper has Frank shushing Matt like he’s some sort of spooked animal, sleep gone from his brain as he internally scrambles to figure out a solution.

What the fuck had they gone and done again for Frankie Jr.? He knows they didn’t just wait that shit out, it’d been a whole fucking ordeal that caused his son to have to stay home for a couple of days… It’s time’s like these Frank curses his body’s stubbornly good immunity. If he’d just had a goddamn ear infection growing up this wouldn’t be so hard freaking to remember.

“Hang on, Baby. Gotta look something up real quick, yeah?” Nervous to jostle Matt any further, he strategically extracts himself from the mattress, giving up the warmth of the blankets for the night-chilled air of the bedroom.

Retrieving his phone from its plug, the marine stubbornly ignores the stinging in his eyes as he punches their current predicament into the glaring white screen of google’s search bar.

‘What in the fuck fixes swimmwe ear???’

A few quick glances at the articles below tell Frank all he needs. Matt needs ear drops.

The walk to the nearest open drug store is a pain in the ass, but it’s one that Frank muscles through with the ease of a well disciplined soldier. He has only one goal, and that’s to get Matt his ear drops before the sun is up so they can both go back to sleep.

Turns out that is much easier said than done, because the place is built like a fucking maze and at this hour the amount of people to ask for directions is zilch. He must scour the aisles for at least half an hour before he finds the little shits, gritting his teeth with barely suppressed rage as he swipes the second-to-cheapest option off the metallic shelf.

He pays the dead-inside employee at the store front about 15 minutes later, neither one giving each other any more than a grunt of acknowledgment as the medicine is bought and bagged.

By the time that Frank gets back, his foot that the Irish fucked up is aching from the long walk, but he doesn’t dare use that rickety ass elevator.

He staggers up those poorly carpeted stairs like a god damn man, thank you very much.

“Matty? You up, Sweetheart?” Trying to tiptoe into a room with fucked up toe knuckles is pointless, he but finds himself trying anyways without really thinking about it.

God, his side of bed looks just like how he left it. Sheets open and inviting, waiting for him to nestle right back in… It would be so fucking easy too, to just crawl into them and sleep.

Matt’s shaky whimper snaps Frank back into focus, his right hand softly crinkling the brown paper of the shopping bag reminding him of his mission. “I know, I know… Quit you’re howlin’ and we can both go back to sleep.” He grumbles, but there’s no real heat behind his words, any and all bite gone from his bark upon seeing his lover’s furrowed brows.

His hands seem to remember what the fuck to do with the drops, cause before he knows it he’s got the package opened and the dropper positioned over one of Matt’s ear.

“Shhh... Jus’ got somethin’ for your ears, Red...” The box recommends 5-6 drops in each ear, but Frank only gets up to 3 before Matt chokes out a noise so awful that he has to stop. One of Matt’s hands find the front of his hoodie, zipper clinking as the man bunches the fabric in his shaking fist, jaw clenching so damn tightly Frank actually worry’s for the sake of his lover’s teeth. They both stay like that for what feels like ages, Matt’s chest struggling to slow its heaving as his ear tries adjusting to the foreign pressure of the medicine flooding it.

Frank’s lips find Matt’s clammy skin, stubble brushing against his brow line as he murmurs words of comfort, eyes squeezing shut in sympathy as he waits for Matt to adjust. “Okay, no more on this side, yeah? But we gotta do you’re other ear.”

He’s never seen Matt so out of it before, eyes half-lidded and lashes glistening wet with fresh tears… The silent scream of agony on his lover’s face when he rolls him over physically pains Frank heart, jumbled apologies and gentle kisses falling upon Red’s sweating face as he can do nothing but wait out the waves of dizzying pain with him.

“Doing so good, Red, you’re so good. I’m sorry, I’m sorry it hurts…” Frank whispers between presses of his lips, throat feeling tight. He can deal fatal shots to any thuggish asshole, cut the dick off of any pedo in the world, but putting these drops in Matt’s ears? Bringing himself to do it a second time around is feeling increasingly more difficult as the seconds tick by.

His hesitation must break through to Red in some way, because suddenly Matt’s hand is no longer clutching his sweatshirt, but his free hand instead. His grip is weaker, hand clammy like it would be during a fever, and somehow that’s all the more haunting to Frank.

Frank can deal with Red grabbing at his face as he resets a broken bone, digging his fingernails into one of his arms as he disinfects a particularly nasty wound, or instinctively headbutting Frank in the nose while attempting to reset a dislocated shoulder (it’s happened before), but this? Seeing his Matty so completely and utterly drained, losing that fiery look in his eyes? It’s fucking killing him inside.

“On the count of 3.” Frank takes a deep breath to steady his hands, closing his eyes so that he doesn’t have to look at Red’s pained expression. “1… 2… 3.” He squeezes much quicker than he did for the other ear, rapidly dripping 5 drops in quick succession down Matt’s ear canal.

Matt let’s out a sob this time and Frank ends up throwing the damned medicine across the room, the plastic material of the bottle bouncing off the brick wall and onto the hardwood floor with a clatter. He swears to fucking God if these drops end up doing more damage than good, he’s gonna kill whatever pharmaceutical experts created the damn stuff. “I know, I know, shhh… Shhh… I’m so sorry, Honey.. Fuck…”

Frank wipes at the streaming tears falling down Matt’s cheeks, heart panging as he watches his love shudder. Frank remains hunched over the top of Matt like that for a good fucking while, letting him take comfort in the feeling of his frame being boxed in by the marine. Frank watches the clock as the minutes tick by, and although Matt does eventually fall back asleep, his expression is still clouded with discomfort.

Frank looks around the bedroom, eyes catching on the spare blankets folded by the laundry basket. An idea sparks.

The need to empty his bladder has Matt waking up again around 9, head and ears aching, but thankfully no where near as bad as they had been last night. Sitting up, Matt grasps the sheets on either side of him, gritting his teeth as he waits for the swaying sensation to lessen its force before making his way to his feet. It isn’t until he’s finished relieving himself that Matt realizes the odd quietness of his flat. His ear’s aren’t exactly up to par at the moment, but he should at least be able to hear the neighbors. Is New York alright? Did he miss something big while he was sleeping? Where is Frank?

A careful walk into the living room has Matt stopping in his tracks for two reasons. Firstly, the stench of freshly applied duct tape is currently wafting from each and every crevice his apartment has to offer. From the slight cracks in the brick wall, to the small opening underneath the front door, it was all either taped off or stuffed with varying pieces cloth to muffle any intrusive sounds the outside may have.

Secondly, Frank is fast asleep, sat up against the wall outside of the bedroom, a mostly used roll of duct tap still being held in one hand. Other than the apartment’s appliances, Frank’s heartbeat and breathing are the only other sounds encompassing the home.

Matt had been reluctant to start another relationship at first, especially after Elektra... After all, when it came to unhealthy relationships, Matt has acquired quite a lengthy wrap sheet.

He can’t even imagine a world in which Elektra would’ve gone out of her way to do this for him. But Frank? Frank just did this without Matt even knowing that this is something he needed. Not to show off, not for the purpose of dragging praise out of Matt, but because Frank knew that this would make Matt’s situation just a bit more bearable when he woke up

Here, right now in this moment, with none other than Francis Antonio Castle snoring softly on his hardwood floor, Matt couldn’t possibly be more sure that he’s finally made the right choice.

#if I can improve let me know how #swimmer’s ear #punisher #daredevil #frankmatt #first fanfic #frank castle #fratt #matthew murdock #hurt/comfort #hurt!matt #soft!frank #ear infection #fluffy #I think #pet names #gayshipsareyayships #the punisher #frank castle x matt murdock #fratt fic #mine #fanfic #fanfiction