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multiwreckedmess · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 3

Prompt: Hate Sex Pairing: Designer!Hyunjin x femCoder!Reader WC: 2260 Summary: Hyunjin wants one thing from you, stop calling him “pretty boy”, he can’t help he was born beautiful. This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Hyunjin or any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this.

I feel the need especially with “rougher” prompts like this to put the disclaimer - fanfic should NOT ever be used as a guide to relationships or sex. ESPECIALLY SEX. Again, it’s fiction. Stuff gets glossed over for the sake of a good story. Please PLEASE please again, not fact, not a guide, just a fantasy. TW/CW under the cut.

Warnings: reader implied/is a bully, older reader (age gap not specified), name calling (”slut”, “dumbass”, “asshole”, creative insults around genitalia, gendered/misogynist insults), crying during (reader), PWOP, cum in mouth, unprotected intercourse. I’m also going to call out, sort of dubcon-y as most hate sex is.

Pretty boy was not a compliment when you said it. Always laced with venom or a sneer. It was as though you’d branded Hyunjin as worthless with two words. Only good as a person to look at. Objectified and demeaned. Even he couldn’t deny that he was in fact a very pretty man. Long brown hair, full pouty lips, deep irises, with a slender yet muscular frame. Not exactly effeminate but not exactly masculine. A beautiful human no matter how you slice it. Which is why your nickname angered him so much.

It wasn’t easy for you either. Years in the tech field had hardened you. It was a man’s world and you were used to the bro code that had been instilled in you from the early days of voice chat. Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, bully or become the bullied. The tech sector was the same.

Hyunjin wasn’t even in your cohort but you hated him from the moment you saw him. Fresh intern class filing into the large hall for their orientation. You’d hoped that he’d get eaten alive, the soft sensitive looking man thrown unceremoniously into the pool of piranhas. Instead he was gifted to the design department, a soft job for a soft kid. What was worse was his lack of coding knowledge, mostly having worked in print materials the world of internet and tech was foreign and frustrating. Worse still was that despite this he was good at his job, rising through the ranks to be your equal, forcing the two of you into the same project groups quarter after quarter. Any rank you could pull, you did, age included, and he seemed to take it.

He hadn’t meant to follow you into the windowless supply closet. It just so happened both departments were in dire need of different items. Somehow you’d been conscripted into packaging fancy boxes for capital contributors and design had sent a large order to the floor’s printer with no paper nor ink to spare. The door opening startled you, locking eyes with him as you stare at each other for once devoid of the low boiling slurry of distaste and distrust. Quickly the moment snaps. Returning to the status quo you sigh, “oh, just you, pretty boy.” “Stop calling me pretty boy.” Hyunjin states simply. He doesn’t want to make it a huge fight, trying to assume only your best intentions. Part of him figured this would be the only private moment he’d ever have with you, so might as well make use of it. “Why? It’s true.” You shrug, busy peering in drawers and boxes for your extra packaging supplies. “You’re a very pretty man who is younger than me. A boy. A pretty boy.” “It’s dismissive. I’m more than that,” the tension strains his voice. “You know I’m more than that. I put in work, effort. I have a passion. Just because I can’t translate it to whatever arcane language you use doesn’t-” “Listen pretty boy,” you stand up and sneer at him, eyes locked and narrowed. “If I could afford to be as lacking as you, I would. The world has taught you that all you need to do is the bare fucking minimum and doing anything more is considered a large effort. So, pretty boy, count your blessings if I’m the worst thing that’s ever happened to you.” Hyunjin sucks his teeth, a snort of disbelief escaping. “The only people who have ever called me pretty have either wanted to fuck me or be fucked by me so which one is it for you?” His eyes narrow and study you as he steps closer. Your pulse quickens, blood roiling. How dare this brat? How dare he challenge you. “Neither,” you answer him with daggers in your eyes. His lips twitch at the corners. “Are you sure about that? You’re barely breathing right now. I wonder if I stepped closer,” his voice trails off. “Or maybe brushed against you, by accident of course.” “Even HR couldn’t mediate the amount of lawsuits I’d hit you with.” He’s right. You hold your breath as he gets even closer, just staring. You start to dodge around his side but his body blocks yours, shoulder sinking into his chest as he backs you against the shelves, forcing you to tilt your chin to look up at his face. The way your body so quickly betrayed you was concerning to all the ideals you’d upheld for years, tingling and burning endorphins flooding you with dizzying speed.

Slowly he leans his torso forward almost nose to nose, hands holding onto the shelf and caging you in. “Bet you’ve just been waiting for someone to do this to you, slut.” The sting comes before the sound, your hand crossing his cheek as swiftly as the word leaves his mouth. “Call me a slut again.” “Slut.” He hisses, leaning into you. There isn’t quite the surprise to dull the pain of the hit this time, his body is ready for it as you wind up and slap him again. He half smiles, half smirks, tongue bit between his teeth. “Fuck that’s hot,” your tone is hushed, almost reverent, a revelation as more for yourself than for him. Your lips and tongue clash and fight for dominance as he claims your mouth with his. It’s more a battle than a kiss, both of you unwilling to break first, chasing the other, gasping and groping like teenagers at each other's bodies. He finally breaks, lips pink and puffy and shining with saliva. The clink of the metal buckle of his belt has you practically dripping. Forcefully he spins you and shoves you, face into the roughly coated cinder block wall. “Gonna fuck you like the bitch you are.” He mutters, plosives laced with venom. You moan pathetically as his arm presses to your mid back. “Give it your best shot pretty boy, this making your micropeen hard? Can’t get laid so you have to fight your way into a quick fuck?” Hyunjin laughs, cackles, harshly grabbing your ass. “Could ask the same for you. Truly I can’t imagine anyone wanting to stick their dick anywhere near your cobweb cunt. Should I check? Should I check to see?” “Go ahead dumbass, if you can even find it.” You hiss. “All talk no-” A rip of your stockings and cool air hitting your soaked panties halts the verbal sparring match. Pushing your panties aside he sinks a finger into your hot core, gasping together. “Who’s all talk now? So soaked I slipped right in. Dumb needy hole trying to milk my finger. Gonna thaw you out ice princess.” You hope he does. Dragging your torso down the wall, your back arches into him, pushing his single digit deeper, wiggling your hips. The swish of his pants crumpling to the floor “I’m waiting, pretty boy, or is it already in and I just can’t feel it?” Your negging continues, heart fluttering in anticipation. Everything he does is just out of your range of vision, you have no idea what to expect. Even in your heavy petting you hadn’t grabbed for him. Finger withdrawn he drags the head of his cock along your slit. Hyunjin knows what he’s about to do is mean, he’s felt how tight you are. For a second he considers properly prepping you, stretching you out nicely before abusing your hole. Poised at your entrance he grabs a fistful of hair at the nape of your neck, lips pressing to the shell of your ear. “Ready princess?” “On you pretty boy,” you sneer in response. The blunt pressure of his thick member ripping through your walls twists your stomach. Filling you in a single push, Hyunjin muffles your scream with his lips. It steals your breath as your body fights the intrusion. Your legs alternate kicking and shaking below you, suddenly happy to have Hyunjin’s weight pinning you up to the wall.

“Dumb slut, do you want to get caught? Screaming like that you’ll let the whole company know you’re bending over like a bitch for me.” Hyunjin chides, holding still inside you. His harsh words soothed by his hands, gingerly fixing your hair to the opposite shoulder. Arms wrapping around your chest and waist he holds you close, face buried in your neck. “Big right?” The soft words are muffled by your skin. “Mhmphf.” His teeth run over sensitive spots along your neck, sending you shivering and shuddering in his grasp. “Good right?” “Yeeehsthhh!” You lisp and writhe. “Embarrassing right? Getting run through by some kid like me. Gonna slut you out princess.” Turning your head so you are nose to nose you growl, “shut up and fuck me, pretty boy.” Hearing his nickname he laughs, blood boiling a bit harder, and unceremoniously pulls out. A pitiful whine escapes your lips with the loss of pressure in your gut. Before you can scold him again he pushes all the way to the hilt again, hearing the air catching in your throat from words lost to pleasure. Each thrust is slow and torturous, felt to the fullest by your walls hugging him in. Despite not working hard you pant like a cat in heat, overwhelmed by the ache of your cunt. “Afraid you’re gonna cum first?” You jab between groans, frustration clouding your senses. He’s just too slow to build past the agonizing beginnings of your orgasm. “‘M being kind, can’t have you passing out on me.” “Bold of you.” Sucking a small bruise into your neck he buries himself deeply inside of you. “If you insist.” Instead of withdrawing again his hand skims down your belly to your mound, long thin fingers circling your clit. Each passing swipe coordinates with a shallow thrust, just enough to stimulate you inside and out. All you can do is take what he is giving you, body giving up to his ministrations. “Shit I think-” you gasp and shake, “I’m gonna cum.” “I bet you are.” Hyunjin sneers, “and who is to thank for that?” “You. You are. You.” You burble. “Who?” His grasp harshens, hips snapping harder. “HYUNJIN. Fucking asshole. You. Hyunjin. Fuck.” You cum violently around him, walls of your sex baring down on him as a fresh wave of arousal coats the both of you. You cry out, fat tears welling in your eyes as overstimulation hits you like a train, moans turning to choked sobs as you try to catch your breath. Both of you are sweaty, you shake. Hyunjin maneuvers the both of you to your knees on the ground, your body leaving a shine to the wall where it was pressed. He pulls his slacks under your arms to cushion what they could from the cement. “I made you cum, your turn.” “Wha?” His hand comes down hard on your ass, snapping you out of your lusty haze. “Fuck yourself on my cock.” The demanding and demeaning tone has your blood rushing even in your sensitive state. With a sniffle you start moving your hips back and forth, each slide making a grotesque sloppy slick sound. Hyunjin pushes back his sweat and hair from his brow, eyes locked to where he disappears inside of you. “Cunt looks good hugging my cock like this.” If he’s all about visuals, you’ll be a feast for his eyes. You gorge yourself on him, taking your time like he did to you. Rolling your hips decadently and letting your greedy pussy work itself around him. Hyunjin tries to keep his hands from you, to make you do the work, to take a small petty revenge for the multitude of emails politely thrown back to him by you. He can’t, finally folding, grabbing fistfulls of ass and hips and thighs. He joins you, bent over and caging you again like an animal. Together, writhing as one, grunting as one, your chemistry has never worked better. But it can’t last forever, you can feel his thick muscle seizing inside of you, lower abs and thighs tensing against the cleft of your ass. “Where,” chokes in a stuttered hurried whisper. “I’m gonna-” Summoning strength you push up, righting the both of you, pulling him out. It’s the first good luck you’ve gotten of him, flushed red and sweaty and fucked out. He’s impressive for a skinny guy, thick and veiny and heavy in your hands as you continue to stroke him out of habit. Fingers covered in slick release precum flows freely from the tip. “Mouth. Hurry.” Standing shakily he leans back into the wall, “gonna swallow like a good slut?” Holding the head of his dick to your tongue he pumps pointed down your throat. Your tongue flexes against the underside, massaging the ridge. Hyunjin can’t believe his eyes, you kneeling in front of him, defiantly staring him down as you wait for him to cum. Almost daring him to spill his load anywhere else. With an airy whine a globule of release hits your tongue, hot and bitter. Hyunjin’s hips kick forward, fucking his palm and the top of your tongue, pushing his cum deeper into your throat and making you gag. “Shit,” he hisses as you gag again, another string shooting directly into your throat. Palm to his hip you slide his cock further back, using it to force the bitter seed into your stomach. “Holy shit you’re really-god your throat-that-keep that.” Gulping the last down you pull from him grimacing and wiping your face. “Two words; pineapple juice, pretty boy.” “That’s four.”

I always get carried away lmao. This is definitely towards the rougher end of my comfort zone with characters. I can’t help be aware of the fact that some people do take fanfic as a guide to what to expect or hope for with their relationships so it’s a little difficult for me to push that to the back of my mind.

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atthebell · 4 months

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how to clip (redneck ash atthebell edition aka not the most efficient necessarily)

my best methods for clipping & posting to tumblr

tl;dr use clipr for downloading clips from twitch, other methods vary by mileage

Clip on Twitch & Download using Clipr

IMO, this is the best method for posting clips. Twitch clips don't always display properly on Firefox, and it also means that if the clip ceases to exist on Twitch for whatever reason, it's still uploaded to Tumblr. You can also guarantee the quality you're downloading in, which is usually 1080p unless the streamer has for some reason lowered their stream quality (happens by accident sometimes).

Downsides: 1) You have to be able to download the clip to your computer, and doesn't work on mobile. Well, it could, but it would be way more difficult and I don't know why you would do that to yourself. 2) If the moment you want to clip is longer than 60 seconds, you have to use another method. Twitch only lets you clip something that long. I bemoan this fact every day.

Screen capture on your computer

The pros of this method are that you aren't limited to 60 seconds, and if you're trying to clip something from a YouTube video, it's easier than trying to download a YouTube clip (have never been able to successfully do this myself) or downloading the entire video and then editing it down to the moment you want to clip.

The cons are that you have to make sure you're not screen capturing sensitive shit from your own computer, and you have to turn off all other audio and make sure your volume levels & video quality are at appropriate levels (aka don't have your volume super low, don't have the video on 480p if possible). If you're clipping off YouTube, you have to deal with having the channel's watermark in the corner, but otherwise it's great for when you want to just clip something from Twitch but it's longer than 60 seconds.

How to do this (on Windows):

Remember to put your computer on DND (Discord as well) and put the video on highest quality and decent volume levels. Press Windows key + G (if that's your configuration) and select "Start Recording" on the capture window. Remember to give time for the scrub bar and shit from YouTube or Twitch (or whatever) to go away, so go back a little bit before where you want the clip to start. Record until you've got what you want, then open it in whatever video editing software pleases you. You can find the recording in Captures on your computer (usually in some folder chain in Users) or by just pressing Windows key + G again, it'll let you open the recording in file location. I use Microsoft Clipchamp to edit because Windows Media Player crashes my computer and I'm not going to pay for nice editing software rn. Anyway, edit out the bits with you moving your mouse around and the video player UI and get it to whatever length you like. Save or redownload to your computer, upload to Tumblr.

Downloading off Twitter

Use twittervideodownloader or twdown. Copy the video address from the video and paste it, then download in whatever quality you'd like. Please attribute said clips, particularly if they went through the trouble of adding subtitles or you're using their translation (or just to let people know where they came from-- i.e. is this from a cc's own IG story, or is it a random fan recording them; the latter means you maybe shouldn't be reposting this video). Translation itself is often a thankless project so it's very appreciated to acknowledge translators. Also if someone else went through the trouble of clipping something, it's just nice to acknowledge them for it. Preferably include a link to the original tweet. This method is best for just needing stuff off Twitter, for IG stories that someone else already screen captured, or if the only clip you can find is on Twitter and the original vod/video is gone for whatever reason.

Extra fun tips:

If you are a frequent clipper, get in the habit of naming your files! If you're keeping them all on your computer, for organization's sake, it will save you SO much time and energy if you just have names on your files. It doesn't have to be anything crazy formal; for example, my format is just "oct 12 cellbit scared by sign tts;" date followed by a very short description.

Similar to the above, it also helps to include some amount of context to clips when you're posting them, particularly if you're not liveblogging. Sometimes people rb clips onto my dash and start freaking out about some kind of lore going on and it's like dude this clip is from two months ago, calm down. Please turn on timestamps also for the love of fuck.

You can download videos straight off Tumblr! If someone else already posted a clip you like and want to have on your computer, you can download it off the dash or off their blog and just have it, no extension or screen capture or website needed. One of the very cool things about this website!

Related, if you really want to find a clip that you know was already posted to Tumblr by someone else, use people's archives. They're also one of the actually functional parts of this website. You can filter by post type, month, and tags, which can usually get you closer to finding what you're looking for than searching will.

RoyalArchivist tends to post and reblog a lot of clips, so they're a good resource alongside myself, pix pixiecaps, and jay cellgatinbo, all of whom clip like maniacs. I also just reblog a lot of things and have a pretty extensive tagging system. RA also has a timestamp archive for QSMP with notes about lore and things-- please check that out if you're interested in helping document events or looking to find a certain moment.

MCYT Archive Project has public vods spreadsheets for QSMP as well as other MCYT projects that are incredibly extensive, so if you're looking for a moment and you remember the date, you should be able to find the vod on the sheet. You can also use the vod archives in junction with wiki articles to figure out exactly or approximately when something happened (the QSMP Miraheze wiki includes citations in their articles, which is a massive help for this kind of thing).

Finally, I am a lunatic who figured this all out through trial and error. There are probably other, somewhat more efficient methods, like I said at the start. If you know of any, please (politely) add onto the post.

#bell.txt #how to clip #whew. okay hope this helps like at least one singular person #tbh i figured a lot of this out just looking it up but i figure it helps for people to see it all in one place

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8bitscarlet · 11 months

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Winter Solstice

Summary: When the sun was taken without notice, your world was plunged into a darkness you almost didn't recognize. But as you sunk deeper into the shadows, you remembered why you'd given it up.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Angst (mention of blood, canon fighting, use of knife, mention of torture)

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: AOU Wanda here because there's no Wanda in this story, since you know ehehe. Here’s chapter 18 of AOP. 😂 Happy Reading everyone! 💕

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!*

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“I’m having your vest checked before you leave!”

You watch as Stark grabs the tablet from his suit jacket hanging on the coat rack near the door. He came around as soon as the alarms started to blare. What he came home to nearly doubled him over. It took him some time to get back to his joking ways, along with everyone else. Trying to deal with what happened only hours ago.

Everyone except you.

“Whatever,” Yelena rolls her eyes but points towards a gadget on one of the tables she walks past, “Your stuff isn’t even cool, Playboy.”

Her green eyes watching Nat nod that she’ll steal the parts for her. Yel looks over at you, sliding a granola bar across the table. You glance down at the wrapper, a chocolate chip granola bar. She looks at you with a hopeful grin but you don’t eat it. You just spin it around as you wait for her to tell you who you’re not allowed to kill.

“Four mercenaries checked in at that checkpoint,” your eyes wash over the map with numbered outposts scattered around the landscape, “They’re heading to a resting place, assigned to the General’s protection unit. This restaurant,”

Yelena slides all the information she got from her contact casing the business, “It’s a front. A place to grab gear and weapons before they switch positions.”

“They’ll know where that asshole is,” you grumble, smashing the granola bar into the table with every slow stab of your thumb.

“I’m just waiting on Rick to give us information on where they're stopping next. We'll swing in after them and steal some uniforms and codewords,” Yelena gives Natasha a look, ensuring that you see it but you don’t give it a second thought. They can see exactly what you want to do to every one of these soldier's wearing this patch.

They could think whatever they wanted about you now. They knew your true colors. If they’re surprised, it should be over that you’ve hidden them for so long.

Natasha sees how you grind your teeth and turns to Yelena, “What that cost you? Five cases of Stoli?”

“Only four. I’m his favorite Russian spy.”

You ignore their arguing as you flip through the file further. It’s a simple plan. Corner some soldiers and work your way up the pay grades. Eventually someone would know where the General was and he worked closely with Strucker.

“We’ll call you guys when we’ve got a location,” you stand up abruptly and look towards Steve, “Just make sure you have Clint by then,”

The door behind you opens and Stark rushes inside, not bothering to hold it open behind him as you see how wide his eyes are.

“I tried to stall,” he turns on his heels and all of you watch as a greying and mustached man in a crisp suit steps through the door that closed on his face.

Ross clears his throat as he pulls against his sleeves and carefully looks over everyone. Half of the people in the room are weary and exhausted from the mission. The other half stare cautiously, collecting papers behind their backs. Only one stares with a fury that the man has never seen before and because of this, speaks to you .

“You’re not operating.”

Your jaw clenches so tightly, you’re surprised it doesn’t completely shatter. Each paused stare along the politician’s body are places you know would completely ruin the rest of his life. Steve sees the way you roll your wrists, your breath elevating. Your fingers crack beneath his iron vice grip and you grimace as Stark attempts to negotiate with Ross. The words buzz around your head.

Treaties. Agreements. Violations. War.

You chuckle, drawing some attention your way but Stark quickly draws it back to him. You’ve been at war longer than Ross could know. At war with Strucker. With your own mind. But he couldn’t care less about those wars. They weren’t important. Finding and killing Strucker wasn’t important compared to the obscure agreements he had pulled up by an assistant.

They wouldn’t be important to him until it was too late for everyone else.

You didn’t utter a word as you moved past him, your shoulder cracking against his. He slammed into the door with a grunt. One of his guards stepped in front of you and he flew across the room into the railing of the staircase, not realizing how quickly you could move. The second guard half steps away from you as the pistol that was printing against his jacket comes out.

Holding out your hands, you wave your fingers towards yourself, “Go ahead, buddy. Make my day.”

The trigger depresses just slightly and you grin, you just need a reason. There’s movement from your side and Nat stands in front of you, looking at you like you’ve lost your mind. And you can’t deny to her that you haven’t.

“Stop being stupid,” she whispers harshly, grabbing your wrist and whirling you around.

Your face slams into the floor but you don’t struggle. You just watch your breath fog up the tile as your body contorts to Nat’s will. Her apologies to Ross don’t make it past the ringing in your ears. There’s a pressure in your shoulder and your knees come up beneath you, your feet following behind them.

Stumbling towards the back room, you remember this route. It was the walk you made every day back to the holding cells. The cells you tried so hard to convince yourself that the enemy surrounded you. That any day your meal brought by a redheaded witch would be sedated and you’d be taken within inches of your life.

“Don’t be mad,” Nat tells you as you stare down at the same bed you sat and watched Wanda chew on her pens, “This is just for show. Ross is out of his mind, we’re going. I’ll exhaust my Rolodex. I’ve got favors to use up.”

There isn’t much warning and even less for Natasha when the dull numbness subsides. You sink down onto the floor, your back pressing against the frame of the bed and exhale sharply. Pressing your stinging eyes against your knees, you let out an uncharacteristic noise. A wailing sob that burns your throat. Your body shivering with shaking breaths that used to only wake you from nightmares.

And then you realized. Your nightmares had become your life.

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Your fingers play with the corners of the menu in front of you, eyes scanning words that you don’t comprehend. The only thing on your mind is the number of people inside, the paths around the tables and exits around you. Leaning against the wall behind you, you watch the waitstaff exit the kitchen from your right.

“You know I hate eating out with you. Do you know why?” You pull your eyes away from a man sitting alone at the bartop and glare at the blonde in front of you, “Because you always want to sit next to the kitchen and anytime a plate comes out, I think it’s mine.”

Your grimace grows into a scowl, “You don’t know what you ordered?”

“Of course I know what I ordered,” she almost looks offended, as she crosses a leg over her thigh, “I just think it smells good and I’m starving and you’re making me sit here when you made me rush out of the hotel breakfast.”

You stare in silence before glancing back down at the menu, taking a sip of the odd tasting tap water in your glass. A slow breath gets pulled in across the table and you brace yourself for more complaints.

“Do you ever realize how grumpy you get?”

She’s met with more silence.

“Okay, I’m sorry. You’re not grumpy, you’re pissed off,”

You cock an eyebrow and watch her grumble down into her menu, “Times a million.”

The waiter makes their rounds again, oddly bypassing your table once again. Your brows clench slightly when he stops at the bartop and talks to the lonesome man.

“I’m sorry,”

The words catch you off guard and you look back across the table, “What?”

Yelena fiddles around with the bag on her lap, drawing your attention but holding the conversation with ease, “That you actually listened to my advice. About being vulnerable.”

You sigh and adjust the piece of metal digging into your stomach, “She’s part of the team, Yel. I’d be worried either way.”

She hums and you sigh before looking her way again, “When are you going to stop lying to yourself? You wouldn’t be a part of this team right now if it wasn’t -,”

“We’ve been made,” you stop her from psychoanalyzing you any further and carefully watch more suited men enter the building.

The waiter isn’t as subtle as they keep glancing your way, practically pointing at you. You push your shoulders back, it was inevitable. You weren’t regulars here. The two of you were bound to be noticed. And at least you could say now that you didn’t start the fight.

Yelena stands up, stopping the waiter who just decided to walk out of the kitchen. You hiss at her to stop as she pokes and prods at the food. The three suited men are walking towards you, two already have their hands tucked inside their suits while the other has their knuckles lined with metal.

“Yel!” you whisper at her.

“Don’t bother taking this back to the kitchen, it’s trash!” she yells and whips the tray from his hands and slams it into the group behind her.

You yell, punting the table away from you, knocking a few of the suited men on the floor. A few start stumbling to their feet amongst the shattered plates and sauces. Yel wraps her legs around the unsteady man who was knocked in the head with a ramekin. As she flips him to the ground, your breath is rushed from your lungs as you’re bulldozed back into the kitchen.

Slamming your elbow into the top of his shoulder, you try to loosen the tight hug the man has on you. It loosens. After you back clangs against one of the many stoves in the kitchen. You grunt, shoving yourself down to the floor and frantically slapping your arm.

Your shirt smokes after pressing directly against one of the burners. Your back throbs as you hold up a hand,

“One second,”

The man waves his hand at you, “Thought you were supposed to be a problem. Don’t know why people are so scared,” His knee slams into your face and you’re knocked back onto the ground as the stove door slams between your shoulders, “Get up!”

“Careful,” you cough, trying to move the arm you swear you heard a crack from, “You’ll ruin your dinner,”

Reaching back, you pull yourself up with the help of the stove. Your eyes catch the sight of scallops cooking in oil. With a grunt, you swing your arm and throw the hot oil behind you, feeling it slightly burn your neck with some flyaway droplets.

The man screams, holding his hands against his face as you smack the pan against the top of his head. His screams end as he collapses to the floor. The pan clangs next to him,

“You got something in your eyes,” you say before you grimace from the unyielding pain in your shoulder.

The kitchen door swings open and you see another man walk in. He doesn’t wear a suit like the other men. It’s a dark uniform and you can see the patch on his shoulder. His belt is lined with different knives and you let out a sigh, you really didn’t want to have to shoot anyone today.

He pulls one of the long blades from its sheath and tosses it with a quiet grin from hand to hand. The blade reflects the light in every direction as it spins and flips through the air. You sigh, going to lift up your shirt but stop as the emergency door is cracked open. The talent show in front of you pauses for a moment as Yel waltzes inside, rubbing her reddened knuckles.

“Room for dessert?” she asks, and eyes the man take out another knife with a grin.

“You’re the one who was starving,” you remind her, trying to get feeling down into your numbed fingers.

She sighs, walking forward without hesitation towards the clanking blades. She grabs a simple chef’s knife from a counter she passes, not slowing her pace. The man swings his arm around, going in for a backhanded stab and is only met with air as Yelena sidesteps without a thought. Her foot slides around gracefully as she ends up behind him.

She leans forward as the blade slices underneath his arm, pulling a yelp from his throat and the knife in that hand clattering to the floor. She ducks between his frantic swings, making it look like a dance as you look around for where they keep the ice. Spinning on her knee, Yelena presses the blade to his upper thigh and pulls her arms up without much resistance.

Standing up, she steps around the shocked man and places the knife back where she found it, now dirtied with blood. The man collapses to the floor with grunts, trying to press his hands against the cuts that are profusely bleeding.

“Hit the arteries. He’s got twenty seconds.” she says as she pulls out a bag of frozen peas, “They said always fresh, never frozen. This place sucks,”

Pressing the cold vegetables to your shoulder, you follow her out into the dining area. You see that she fought more than the two suited men that came for you both. The Hydra soldiers you two were waiting for finally arrived and their uniforms were now ripe for the taking. Tearing some of the unneeded clothes, you make a makeshift wrap to keep the frozen peas in place.

As you folded up the uniform you’d be taking, you handed over one of the shirts that would fit Yelena better. She goes to take it but you hold onto it for one second longer,

“Thank you,” you say, watching as her eyes look at you with her mouth slightly agape, “I listened to you and stopped lying to myself. Now I’ve got three people to worry about.”

“We’re going to get her back. Alive and safe. And we’ll make sure Strucker draws his last breath, too.” she tells you, wiping off a mustard stain before looking up at you, “Wait, you worry about me? You know sweets ruin your dinner.”

You grin, “Speaking of, I saw some macaroni in the kitchen,”

“You ever dine and dash? That dude is definitely dead in there, we won’t get caught.” Yelena excitedly jogs back into the kitchen to get some road trip snacks and leave you alone to the thoughts that fill your head as the sham of a smile falls from your face.

You hope both of her promises come true but you know you’ll be lucky to have only one come true. And this unending cycle will continue. Tapping the boots against your thigh as you walk, you wonder how much collateral you have to your name.

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Your fist slams forward, over and over again. Making contact with a fury that leaves his nose cracked and blood to pour from split brows. With a grunt and one more crack, you whip your arm down and extend your fingers. They practically groan from being clenched for so long. You stare at the reddening of your skin, wiping away the blood that isn’t yours. You glance over to the soldier’s friend, waiting patiently in their chair as they stare at the wall. There’s soft mutterings coming from them and you wonder if they’re practicing their lies.

With a sigh, you turn back to the soldier in front of you, his face bleeding and his left eye already swollen shut. You glance down at his dirtied name tag, Fisher.

“Tell me where they are, Fisher. Come on, you were there being a good little soldier. Where is Strucker?” you squat down in front of him, resting your arms on your thighs and attempt to hold onto your patience a little longer this time.

He huffs and puffs but doesn’t give an answer, you grin at how loyal he is to this madman. You sigh, picking up the pipe you had previously ripped from the wall and used to make his arm slightly crooked.

“Listen, I don’t have all this precious time and you’re not the only one I need to talk to so,” you swing the pipe with a strong twist of your hips right into his shin, watching as he conceals his screaming into his shoulder.

“Okay! They, goddamit! I only know where the General is.”

“Keep it coming,” you say, pacing in front of him and manipulating the cold metal between your hands.

You listen to his directions, the description of the hideaway the General uses for all of his vices. You grunt, knowing you’re sure to find the worst bachelor pad of your life. Fisher continues to babble on, telling you where you can find mounds of cash in the walls and all kinds of classified documents. You’re bareilly paying attention until he brings up a certain scientist.

“Strucker… he’s trying to do something. Brainwashing or some crazy magic from this staff. I don’t know, please let me go.”

His voice cracks as he leans as far forward as his tied up body lets him. You stop your pacing and look at his miserable face, his lip now starting to swell. The blood mixes with his sweat and you feel a whole new level of hatred. You know what he’s talking about but you wish you didn’t.

“What?” you ask, making sure you heard him right.

He swallows roughly and you watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down, “You can’t save her.”

You clench your jaw, the metal creaking in your hands as he stares in fear, “What is he doing to her,”

Fisher grimaces and stares past you. He shakes his head, he’s done talking to you. He’s looked into your eyes and knows he’s not getting out of here alive no matter how much he tells you. You wish you could lie to him, stroke his ego that he’ll heal from his wounds and live a normal life. All you do though is shake your head at his decision. He’ll recover from his wounds but his face’s natural color is going to be blue from this day forward. Pulling back, your joints practically creak as you clench your fingers into a fist.

“I’m a nice person,” you whisper and watch him shiver away from your breath, “I’m going to let you think about what you’ve done. And when I come back, we better be on the same page.”

Turning, you replace the pipe with a glass of water and take a sip from it. You realize how thirsty you’ve become and you wonder how much longer you’ll be upright. You’re exhausted and starving but every hour you waste, is another hour Wanda is subjected to hell. You remember clearly what happened when you both were captured. You know it’s only worse with that scientific madman.

Wiping your bloody knuckles against your pants, you walk to the other soldier. They’ve been having a nice time relaxing and dreaming but they forgot to set their alarm. You toss the glass of water at them, shocking them awake. You watch them cough out the water they inhaled with their gasp and casually grab a chair. Pulling it in front of them, they shake at their binds, probably having gotten lost in their happy dreams. Sitting down casually, you’re hoping that this will be a nicer chat.

Price has nothing more to say to you than their pal Fisher over there. They spit at you, your jaw clenching when you feel the wetness smack you on the face. She chuckles as you slowly wipe it from your face, flicking it down to your boot. You don’t let the rage show on your face as you look up at her calmly.

“You feel like talking while your friend takes a rest?” you ask her quietly, crossing your foot on top of your knee.

She stays silent, glaring at you.

“Tell me where the woman is,” you give her one more chance to offer you something useful.

“What woman, asshole? There’s only some freak of nature,” she sneers at you, thinking she can play games.

You look Price dead in the eyes. Your graciousness continues, you won’t kill her just yet, “One last time. Where?”

“Fuck you,” she spats out once again and you groan.

You nod with a smile and don’t blink as you slide the knife from your belt and slam it into her shoulder in one fluid motion. As soon as the blade cuts, her scream fills the cabin and the front door opens. You grab the handle tightly and quickly shake her,

“You tell me where she is or so help me, you’ll never use this arm again!”

“I don’t know!” she screams, gritting her teeth against the pain, “I don’t know!”

Before you can twist the blade, your arm is twisted behind you as you’re shoved towards the front door. You don’t fight against them but you stop your feet to grab the jacket you left on the coat rack.

“She knows. She knows where Strucker is,” you tell Nat, sliding your arms into your coat. Looking up, you see the worry in her green eyes and for a second you freeze.

“Reign it in,” she tells you harshly, “You know how this works. You’re just finding an excuse now.”

You slowly button your jacket, “We need to find her.”

“And you’re not finding her if you’re becoming that,” she slaps the patch on your shoulder roughly, “Again. Go get some air, now.”

Stepping through the door, you slide your hands into the uniform jacket and glance down at yourself. The uniform is filthy, covered in dirt and food from the scuffle you had when you ambushed the place. Dried blood and sweat from the conversation you were having with the two survivors. You climb into the car with a sigh, what the hell was Natasha talking about. She knew as well as you that some things required certain tactics. Maybe you were right all along. She had gotten soft.

Yelena peers back at you from the front seat. She shakes a box of granola bars in front of you but you wave her away, listening to her mumbling about how you’re going to pass out. You run your fingers along your knuckles, feeling a stinging pain you hadn’t felt in a long time. A time you always told yourself you wanted to forget. But here you were, purposely living in the past.

Glancing up, you see green eyes carefully watching you through the rearview. You raise your brows.

“You okay?”

You stare at the front door you were pushed out of, “I’m fine.”

“Y/N,” Yelena sighs.

“What do you want me to say?” you snap, watching the green eyes stare one moment longer and then look away.

There’s a prolonged silence until a noise has you jumping out of your skin, “That you’re scared.”

Nat’s voice carried in from the open window and you watch her climb into the passenger seat, gently closing the car door. You look her over, she doesn’t have a single drop of blood on her and her face isn’t flushed from exertion. She nods quietly to her sister, the car starting to reverse and leaving dust behind all of you.

You stare out the window, not giving her the answer she already knows.

“We’ll find her. The General will know where she is and if he doesn’t, the files on his desk will.”

“Are we going to find her alive?” the real question you’ve been thinking of explodes from your mouth and it’s met with the exact answer you knew it. A heavy silence. “You promise me that and I’ll stand aside.”

“You know we’re doing everything to make that happen. So trust us, she's coming home.”

The car ride quiets until you hear the rumbling of your stomach. With a sigh, you lean forward and grab a few bars out of the box that Yelena had offered you.

“When we get to the General’s safe house,” Nat peers over her shoulder to look at you properly, “Come in after we clear it. Please.”

You look at her, her eyes flashing down to your split knuckles. How hard they shake as you try to open the simple packaging of the granola bar. You think back to what she said to you in the house and realize the night is lasting much longer than you intended. You let yourself hide back into the darkness and you see that there isn’t always a light to rely on. You’d have to be ready for the light.

If it came down to it and only one of you made it out, you wouldn't want Wanda to remember you with the things you did to find her. You didn't want her to remember the person that she met for the first time but the one she ended up loving.

Biting into the chocolate chip, you give a small nod, “Fine.”

______________Ch. 19

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sugalaritae · 1 year

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lust (myg)

pairing: min yoongi x lakers girl!reader

genre: horny yoongi

au: idol!au, slice of life, established relationship

rating: 18+

word count: 443

warnings: yoongi is horny, a little bit possessive yoongi if you look suuuuuper close

author's note: this is dedicated to @vyduan who requested someone write this after that video of yoongi watching the laker girls routine. this is so briefly edited. i might make a proper banner when i'm not exhausted. i might not.

Yoongi knows cameras are on him. Staff members who are both in on his relationship with you and those who are not. An audience filing in. There are too many fucking people around and he can’t do a single thing except clap and try and look like he’s politely uninterested.

He watches you with your team. Pride fills him as he watches you dance the choreography. You have come a long way from when he had first met you all those years before, a meeting that had brought forth a relationship that seemed to be dirtied by the title “friends with benefits” because it was more than that. Sure, as the years passed the text conversations had slowed, the emails had stilled, and the phone conversations had stopped completely making the distance between your two countries stretch to almost unbearable lengths.

Now, he lets his gaze drift over your thighs, and even with the distance, he can see the way they move. He knows the jiggle. He has memorized each line on your body. He has watched, and filed away, each jostle that ricochets across your landscape caused by his movements.

Now, he watches and each memory is pulled out and plays as he watches.

He wasn’t sure he would be able to spend time with you on this trip and he had convinced himself just seeing you here, in this public space, would be enough.

He is mature enough to admit that he was wrong. He has to see you.

He’s watched you so many times before, in person and not. Has watched you touch yourself from miles away, but now… oh! now in this space with you looking at the audience ahead of you and not over to where he is, your body being observed by so many others and not he alone.. well, he thinks that this might be worse than any previous frustration brought on by you and your body.

Leaning to his manager beside him he tells him that after this they are to send you a car. The legal stuff will wait. You are to be brought up to his room immediately. He’s going to have to make it through the next few hours without touching you, if anyone makes him wait longer he will burst.

He pulls out his phone and opens your text chain.

Yoongi: Be ready after all of this. A car will be ready for you at the door. You looked amazing.

He tucks his phone back into his coat pocket just in time to see the set end and you look at him. Finally you look at him.

He nods and claps.

#min yoongi x reader #min yoongi fanfic #suga x reader #suga fanfic #bts fanfic #harrow writes

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justasecretwriter · 2 years

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H-Hi it’s m-me again. ☺️ I really loved the jealous Loki one you wrote a-and I’m glad my request helped you in some way. It made me really happy to read that.

S-so idk if you can tell but I am a bit shy… c-could you do a Loki x Reader where the reader is r-really shy around everyone a-and Loki just loves to t-tease her by whispering h-his dirty thoughts into her ear making her jump, squirm, blush, m-maybe even drop stuff to the point attention is brought to her. B-but when he gets her all alone sh-she opens up… like… becomes r-really submissive a-and I guess obedient? Is that the right word? She is less bashful and more open with j-just Loki. M-maybe some thigh riding and d-dirty talk w-while th-they have sex? I-it can be in his Jotun form too… I just think he i-is so pretty that way…

Stutter (Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader)

Title | Stutter

Summary | Reader is very shy, but her crush for Loki is no secret and he loves to tease her for it.

Pairings | Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader

Genre | Fluff, Smut

Story Warnings/Kinks | Shyness, Stuttering, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Cursing, Sex, Jotun Loki (yes that needs a warning all on its own), Degradation, Praise, No Vivid Mention of Sexual Protection (make with that what you will)

Translations | None.

Author's Note | Cupcake, you're adorable. Don't ever change. I love this request and I hope it lives up to your expectations 💕 I am working on your other requests as well, so those should be out soon!

Words | 2,353

"Do you want anything else on your pancakes, Y/N?" Steve asked, flipping over the golden breakfast in the pan.

"Ooh! Chocolate drizzle?" She loved Hershey's syrup on her pancakes. Actually she loved Hershey's syrup on nearly anything.

Loki leaned close to her ear from behind. "I could think of a few things I'd like to drizzle on you."

Her face immediately engulfed in heat as he smirked and went back to cutting up a banana for smoothies. He loved doing that, teasing her and making her shrink with shy embarrassment. He knew she didn't really mind; she would have told him to stop, he knew.

"Y/N? Did you hear me?"

"Hmm?" She spun around towards Natahsa, blushing again when she realized she'd tuned everything out.

"I said I'm going to lunch with Clint but I should be back tonight if you want to watch that movie you mentioned."

"Oh, s-sure."

"Why don't you ever Netflix and chill with me?" Loki teased, making her look at him in warning as her ears warmed with blush and she felt herself shrinking.

Steve slid her stack of chocolate pancakes over the table and she caught them with a smile, immediately beginning to eat her favorite breakfast. She groaned with the first bite and Steve laughed while Loki leaned close once more.

"I definitely want to hear more of those noises tonight."

She gasped, dropping her fork and blushing as soon as Loki laughed hard, holding his stomach and nearly doubling over as she tried to compose herself.

He finished making his smoothie and was about to leave but then he whispered in her ear, just one more time to fluster her again, "If you uh, change your mind, you know where my room is." He winked as she choked on her pancakes for a minute, and he left.

The day went smoothly. You weren't technically an Avenger, but they liked to call you an honorary member. You were their assistant and publicist. Essentially, you were damage control. You were the new Pepper Potts.

You had paperwork to file and phone calls to make, as well as some emails to reply to before Natasha got home for the movie, so she worked away in her office. Peter Parker popped in for a little bit and talked with her. He was always easy to talk with because he was equally as shy as her.

She couldn't quite remember if she'd always been shy or if that developed when she was younger. She didn't really notice it until high school when people started to tease her for it all the time. As an adult, there was less actual teasing and more side looks and awkwardness.

When Natasha got home, she snuggled up with her on the couch and Clint sprawled across the recliner to watch some horror film that had caught Y/N's eye the day before. It wasn't a bad movie, but towards the end, she had a hard time staying awake. She came really close one time but her phone buzzed with a text message.

She unlocked it, squinting through the dark to read. It was from Loki.

Come to my room when you are done with the movie.

She felt her face heating up as if on command. She knew Loki teased a lot to the idea of them being together, but he'd never actually made a movie; he'd always left that up to her, and god knows she couldn't do it. She decided to not respond, to save herself the embarrassment, and locked her phone back.

By the time the movie ended, Natasha and Clint were asleep. So, she grabbed some blankets and threw them over each of them before making her way to the elevator and up to the floor, Loki stayed on, the floor just above her own.

Pausing just outside his door, she took a deep breath. She'd always had a crush on Loki, it was common knowledge. He was tall and handsome, intimidating and protective of her. He never judged dher shy nature, but rather embraced it, maybe even too much but she didn't mind.

What if he wasn't about to make a move on her and she was overthinking this entire thing, about to make a fool of herself for being nervous. But… What if he was about to make a move on her? How would she even react? Would she freeze up? Faint? Suddenly she was sweating the thought.

Finally, she just knocked and braced herself.

He opened it almost immediately, smiling and stepping aside to let her in. "Hello,"

"Hi," She murmured, stepping inside. She'd been in Loki's room before and always loved it. His room was warm looking and comforting.

"So, I wanted to speak with you about something." He said, sitting on the large bed. "Sit,"

She sat next to him, listening immediately, and he grinned.

"Always so obedient, aren't you?"

The blood rushed to her face and she squirmed. Why did him calling her that affects her so much? He raised his hand and brushed his thumb over her cheek, caressing her ever so gently.

"Are you like that for everyone or just for me?" He murmured, still caressing her cheek and suddenly making her squirm. She tried to think, but it suddenly dawned on her. She only reacted that way around him.

"Jus' you," She whispered, not meeting his eyes. She saw him smile and then he touched her chin, making her look up at his face.

"Yeah, I figured. You're a good girl, aren't you Y/N? My good girl?"

She nodded immediately, not wanting to make him upset with her in any way.

"Why is that?"

"B-because I trust y-you?"

His eyes burned into hers and she watched as his eyes darkened. He moved the hair out of her face and then his fingers went down to her lips, forcing her bottom one into a pout. Her breathing was shaky and she squirmed again.

"Tell me to stop," He whispered, leaning towards her face, eyes trained on her lips.

"I don't want to." She replied.

He sighed and pushed his lips into hers, kissing her hard and desperate. He cupped both her cheeks and kissed more desperately, direly trying to get closer to her.

She whimpered as she tugged at his hair.

"Do you want this?" He murmured, panting.

She just whined again, chasing his lips in desperation. He moved back to look her in the eyes.

"I need you to tell me kitten."

"Yes," She mumbled, avoiding eye contact and squirming. Grabbing her chin, almost harshly, he pulled her eyes up to his.

"Kitten, I need you to answer a few questions first." She stayed silent so he continued. "How do you want it?"

Suddenly her face lit up with blush so he knew he needed the answer far more than before. She immediately pulled from his hand to stare at her lap where she played with her fingers.

"Y/N…" His voice was dark and it made her shiver. "I need to know the best way to make you unravel."

As he spoke, he leaned over and started kissing and biting at her ear and neck. She whimpered again. When she did, he groaned and suddenly the breath on her neck felt cold. She opened her eyes just in time to see the blue fading from his skin.

"What was that?"

"Uhm…" He bit his lip. "You know of my Jotun heritage?"

She nodded.

"Well sometimes when I get turned on, I get a little distracted and it peeks through."

"Is it v-very difficult to hold b-back?"

"Sometimes,"

"Then don't,"

"What?"

She kissed him, grabbing his hair and squirming to get her words out. "That's how I want you. Pretty and blue."

He groaned, kissing her back and then, to her surprise, whining as he pulled her closer, onto his lap.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded, nibbling on her lip.

"Okay, but only if you tell me how else you want it too."

She wanted to pout since it almost felt like she'd gotten away with not speaking her kinks aloud.

"Fine," She whispered. "I-I-I want it rough."

"Rough?"

"Like…" She sighed. "Like I want you to be big and… intimidating? I l-like feeling small with you."

His face broke into a smile as he started shifting into his Jotun form. His beautiful blue skin was chilly and his gorgeous red eyes stared into hers.

"Okay, I can do that."

Excitement flooded her and her face lit up.

"But you'll have to earn it."

"W-what?"

He smirked devilishly. "Sweet, sweet Y/N… I want you to earn it. You want to feel good? Do it yourself."

Loki's voice got deeper as his eyes got darker, his entire demeanor changing.

"I don't understand." She admitted.

He took hold of her hips, shifting her so that she was just sitting on one thigh of his, and then he rocked her hips back and forth. Immediately she let out a moan as she realized what he meant. Her clit rubbed into her panties and pressed against his thigh, sending tingles up her back.

"Loki," She whined.

"You can do it," He whispered, kissing her neck. "You're a good little obedient whore, aren't you?"

Moaning loudly, she started rocking her hips hard, trying to do whatever she could to make him keep talking.

He laughed gently. "Eager are we? Eager and excited and all mine. You're going to cum on my thigh, you hear me, kitten? Only then will I fuck you."

Whimpering again, Y/N started rocking faster.

"Oh good kitten. You must really want me to fuck you, huh?"

She nodded, grunting and almost shaking from how good it felt. She grabbed his shoulders to brace herself as she noticed the wet patch forming on his pants.

"Loki,"

"God yes, say my name." He kissed her lips, biting and growling. "I love all those little noises you make darling, they are exquisite."

"I want you!" She cried, panting.

"Aww, poor baby." He mocked, suddenly bouncing his knee up and making her shout his name. Putting her face into his neck and hiding, she cried with every bounce of his leg.

"Please," She whispered. "Please, please, please!"

He groaned and she felt him twitch in his pants. Never stopping her hips from their motions, she put her hand in between them to palm the ever growing bulge in his pants.

"Fuck!" He cried, starting to breathe heavily. "Oh, you minx."

His hips bucked into his hand before she felt the growl in his chest. Taking her hips in his hands and spinning around to press her against the mattress harshly.

"You want to be fucked so bad? Fine. I'm going to fuck you until you can't feel your legs anymore."

Whimpering as he pushed himself between her legs, he started pulling her pants and panties off at the same time, his blue skin cold against her. He moaned when he saw how wet she already was, practically dripping.

"Oh, you little whore. Look at you, all wet for me. It is all for me, isn't it?"

"Yes!" She cried, desperate for him. "Please, Loki!"

With just a snap of his fingers the rest of their clothes were gone. He'd wanted to strip her of her clothing slowly, to tease her, but he didn't have any patience left. He needed her, now.

Reaching between them, he pumped his cock fast and hard, panting and grunting as he rubbed against her folds, making her mewl. She threw her head into the pillow, biting it to try and lower her moans.

"Oh no, you don't." He kissed her hard, his cold breath tickling her as he slid his tongue into her mouth, devouring everything she'd give him. He was going to ruin her before the night was out.

"I told you, I want to hear all those pretty noises you have for me. And I'm going to take them from you, one way or another." With that, he plunged deep inside her.

"Oh god!" She yelled, writhing with pleasure beyond anything she'd ever felt.

"Who's your god?" He growled, pounding into her and panting.

"You are! Oh fuck, you are, Loki!"

"Oh kitten," He buried his nose in her neck, kissing up and down softly as his hips slowed but didn't soften their blows into her. Hitting her spot and staying there longer, she felt her legs tensing quickly.

"Norns kitten, you are so fucking tight. Such a good girl for me," He whispered in her ear, moaning as she clawed down his cold back, feeling along the lines that spread around his body.

He started fucking her a little faster again, making her moan loudly. Wrapping his arms around completely and biting her ear, he groaned.

"Loki," She whined. "Loki, I'm gonna cum."

"Yeah?" He panted, and she nodded, searching for his lips. He kissed her with passion and with love, so much love. She felt it dripping from his lips as his hips stuttered against her, making her entire body tingle.

"Cum with me, kitten." He moaned before whining and giving her one last hard thrust, sending his cold seed deep inside her. As she felt it hit her cervix, she started cumming too, nearly vibrating around his cock.

He groaned as he felt her squeezing him, and then they collapsed into each other.

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chameleon221b · 1 year

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*WARNING: LONG RANT ABOUT SHERLOCK

Let’s talk TGG, like… imagine you’re John. You’re an exhausted army doctor who’s been treating probably the flu all day, and you bike home or take a cab. You’re ready to eat and maybe watch some telly and crash into bed.

But no. You get home, and there are fricken gunshots ringing out. Oh my God! Is your flatmate in danger? Is he shooting someone? Yes. He is… but not someone. A wall. He’s shooting a wall which for someone reason had it coming. You’re glad Sherlock doesn’t fight to give you the gun. Maybe it’ll look up from here. Ya lock the British Army Browning L9A1 in the safe, and you realize for the millionth time that your flatmate is mad but you’ve kinda ceased to care.

Then woah! The table is a mess. You’re not cleaning that up. You’ll eat in the armchair. But eat what? That is the question. Sherlock probably didn’t cook or get takeout or shop, or even eat, but you ask him anyway. It’s a kinda rhetorical question.

Without a suspicion you open the fridge and WHAT IN THE GILES?!

You shut it quickly. You might faint. Is it PTSD? A hallucination? Real? You summon courage and yank the door open, and yes, it’s a real head. You shut the door like you’re dreaming. Like what did I just see? You forgot you’re even hungry. Sherlock acts like it’s a perfectly normal thing to do! Then you remember he’s mad and you’re kinda over it. It is what it is. You’re tired.

Then you get a rant from Sherlock who’s acting like a five-year-old because you stated literal facts, how he’s ignorant about stuff he doesn’t care about which he proves in said rant. You wrote about your first case, and the only thing he can’t argue with is the clever title.

That’s it. You’re done for tonight. Fudge it. And Sherlock even has the audacity to ask where you’re going like… You’re not even gonna explain now. The emotional intelligence translator needs a vacation.

And… woah. John didn’t even eat anymore. Imagine being him. I cannot further to can 🤦🏼‍♀️ 😂 Dude just wanted to get home and eat and then sleep. But there were gunshots, chemicals, severed heads, and a mad 5-year-old who’s insulted for an inane reason. Being Sherlock’s flatmate is hard 🤌🏻

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That yellow spray paint can on the table from the Blind Banker is there too (and an paper file container tied with a string probably full of old case notes). Imagine in his boredom Sherlock was like, “Let’s paint a smiley face so it can annoy me because I don’t have a case”, which is probably why the wall had it coming 😂 Don’t smile at Sherlock Holmes when he’s bored, even if you’re just a bloody wall!! 🤦🏼‍♀️

Ooh, and before Sherlock mentions the Vermeer painting in the middle of the episode, you can see him reading the pamphlet about The Lost Vermeer while he’s arguing with John. Just thought it was a cool detail.

And set analysis:

And this ⬇️

Like… that table looks sus. There’s a weird yellow liquid. A bread from a bakery, the purple thing. Experiment? Or quick bite to eat while you handling literal chemicals? And then there’s a book… probably with obscure knowledge on the 100,027 different types of mold. And what is leaning against the window?

1. Big ass beaker.

2. Another beaker that contains with an umbrella and/or an old spraying device.

3. A fricken dead plant in a small clay vase in a bigger clay vase.

4. A big weird red cup.

And

5. I think I found where the rum’s gone because what else could that bottle be other than a vintage bottle of rum with a dusty wax covering?

The set is cozy but also fricken eccentric 🤣 I can’t. It’s like Sherlock hoards random objects and/or souvenirs that only he knows why he keeps.

That’s it. That’s the rant. I’m done. I’ll eat pasta now and think about how John said, “Anything in? I’m starving.” followed by “severed head!” and Sherlock just replied, “Just tea for me thanks.” Like, “No bloody severed head for dinner, just tea.” 😁🥸😐

#bbc sherlock #sherlock #i am sherlocked #sherlockbbc #sherlock holmes #sherlocked #sherlock fandom #wtf lmao #seriously wtf #literally wtf #wtf

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guillemelgat · 1 year

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Hey hello I made a thing! As perhaps a few of you know, I have spent the last half a year being completely unhinged about Patrick O’Brian’s Aubrey-Maturin books, and I’ve always been particularly interested in the character Stephen Maturin and his relationship to Catalonia. I saw that there was a lack of stuff about this part of his identity, and, being me, I felt the need to fill it in the only way I could: compiling music and yelling about it for thirty pages. Hence this playlist.

You really don’t need to know anything about these books to listen to this playlist. You also don’t need to know anything about Catalan (I hope). Catalonia and the Catalan Countries in general (including Valencia, the Balearic Islands, and parts of southern France, Aragon, and Sardinia) have a really interesting musical and literary tradition, and I wanted to make that more accessible, so I put together a few songs I liked, translated them, and wrote a bit about each of their significance, including the most important cultural tidbits I could. Some things don’t translate super well, and I hope my Catalan followers will forgive me for trying to adapt them more for English-speaking audiences than perhaps would be preferable; I usually don’t choose to do that, but in this case I wanted to open the door, and not to intimidate people.

Now that that’s out of the way, here is a link to the PDF of the liner notes (graphic design is my passion, as they say): https://drive.google.com/file/d/1MUpRM84W8aypznEIrt0eA1jG5OxaRZvz/view?usp=sharing

Under the cut I’ve included the ephimera and unnecessary commentary that you know and love, feel free to read or ignore it as you will

These roughly follow the order of the songs and are varying levels of seriousness

If you like "Sant Joan, feu-lo ben gran" then I'd highly recommend listening to the whole Tornaveus album. I almost included the “Stabat Mater de Sudanell” and the “Goigs de Sant Julià de Lòria”, which are both from western Catalonia, and they also have more cançons de pandero, in perhaps a slightly more traditional style. A lot of the other songs have interesting cultural commentary in them, especially on feminist topics, and they’re very well-researched because literally one of the members of the group is basically the ethnomusicologist of Catalan music at the moment. Anyways, if people would like the liner notes perhaps next time I’m home I’ll scan them, they’re in Catalan and English and very well-written. Also note the legendary Lluís Llach song which has been turned into a polyphonic piece lol (and I did not include the “Goigs de la Nostra Senyora de la Llibertat” but tbh that might have been a mistake on my part) (Blorbo side note that I think this fits Stephen’s childhood very well which is mostly why I chose it)

“L’Hereu Riera” is one of my favorite Catalan folk songs I love it so much and if you want to hear the Catalan version (as opposed to the Valencian one included here) and see the dance and also see a cobla, I am including a link to this version by Germà Negre which is tragically not on Spotify. I chose the Valencian one because (1) Al Tall and (2) I think it fits The Blorbo better (specifically I was thinking of his fiancée who dies before Book One who idk if anyone ever remembers shdjfhskf). That being said, Stephen would probably know the Catalan one (and almost certainly not the Valencian one). Also, on a memey-er note, Hereu Riera bisexual king and literal icon <3 love how he has to remind his girlfriend on her deathbed that actually he'd technically be interested in both her sisters AND her brothers if he wasn't so into her that he never wanted to marry anyone else

I literally did put in Roger Mas just so there would be at least one person with a Lleidan accent, #diversity win

Many points about the “Cançó de pandero de l’Urgell” and “Jo no canto per la veu” so here we go:

I put these two songs in mostly because I got very obsessed with the cançó de pandero from Alcarràs (which is a great movie that came out last year about a farming family in a village near Lleida that is winning all the awards atm). Anyways, since Carla Simón has been too busy winning things to put up the gotdam soundtrack, I did a bit of digging and it turns out that it was written for the movie?? By her brother??? It's excellent and very anticapitalist and you can listen to it here and see the trailer for Alcarràs all in one! (Includes English subtitles)

The original “Canto per un amic meu que per mi daria la vida” is probably from a Valencian cant de batre, although I could not get any confirmation on that. But regardless everyone should listen to Pep Botifarra's version of it, which I would literally marry if it had a physical form it’s so so good. (I posted it here back in ye olden days but it's been long enough I think I can post it again)

Valencian music side note because I can’t stop myself: the second pair of verses in the "Cançó de pandero de l'Urgell" (starting with “vos esteu ben acotxada…”) are sung by Miquel Gil, who is a very famous Valencian traditional singer, anyways you should listen to this version of him singing “Del Sud” by Obrint Pas (you want to go down a Valencian music rabbit hole so so bad)

I firmly believe that Stephen would canonically be obsessed with Ausiàs March, and the fact that he has not yet recited any of his poems is Patrick O’Brian’s biggest failing in my eyes. Anyways I have more thoughts but I’m saving them for other posts shdfjsd

If you read this before listening to the playlist please just listen to "El testament d'Amèlia" and follow along with the lyrics in real time before reading the blurb, it's such a good experience to let that song hit you as it comes. I won't say more than that but you'll get it when you get it. (Also obligatory listen to Marala they're so good <3)

From the Càntut album, I also quite like the songs "El pomeró" and "El divino vull cantar", and Càntut in general is an incredible resource, it's a database of folk song field recordings from northeastern Catalonia.

Brief pause to scream about the fact that Maria Arnal and Marcel Bagés WERE ON NPR??? AND NO ONE TOLD ME???? Anyways link in the sources section, also they're great and you should listen to their whole discography

As the #1 Roba Estesa stan blog on Tumblr, listen to Roba Estesa. And Ebri Knight. And El Diluvi.

I chose this version of "La presó de Lleida" because I like it but here's a more traditional one sung by Joan Manel Serrat, another Catalan legend. Here's another one in Catalan rumba style with Sílvia Pérez Cruz singing, the sound is a bit wonky but it's also one of my favorites. The Valencian version of this song is called "La presó de Tibi" and El Diluvi have done a very explicitly anti-monarchical rendition of it (the Balearic one is "La presó de Nàpols").

I'm sorry for never putting the Sílvia Pérez Cruz version of "Corrandes d'exili" but if you want it here it is. Also note that the statue of the Virgin in the poem is a reference to the Virgin of Montserrat, it literally all goes back to her shfjkshdf (also apologies for being very bad at Christianity and Catholicism, if I mistranslated things let me know)

HOO BOY SARDANA TIME

Okay so I have a whole essay to deliver on this that I've been holding inside for the past like two months or so, I apologize in advance for my excessive pedantry on the topic.

In Master and Commander, Stephen delivers this speech:

"‘Then I must tell you that on Sunday mornings it is the custom, in that country, for people of all ages and conditions to dance, on coming out of church: so I was dancing with Ramon Mateu i Cadafalch in the square before the cathedral church of Tarragona, where I had gone to hear the Palestrina Missa Brevis. The dance is a particular dance, a round called the sardana.’"

I hate to be a hater but it is very, very unlikely that anyone would have been dancing a sardana as far south as Tarragona in this time period. The sardana as the symbol of equality and brotherhood emerged in the Renaixença and would not yet have been a thing; Stephen could well have heard sardanas in Ullastret, but they would have been a more typical folk dance, and not anything like the way they're described in the book. It's very ironic, then, that they've become THE Catalan music style for Aubreyad readers, but hopefully this playlist can change that a bit :)

(also sorry for being a sardana-hater on main, someone bring me to dance a sardana and maybe I'll feel better)

Songs that didn't make the cut: La cançó del lladre, Rossinyol que vas a França, La balanguera, La gavina - I'm always happy for more recs!

Originally, this list was also going to include songs in Irish; I quickly realized that I was in over my head with that one, but the working list of songs is here (may be subject to changes so save songs elsewhere if you like them!). Also I would add "Fé Bhláth" by Imelda May and Kíla if it was on Spotify but alas it is not; and "Amhrán na Leabhar" which I have not had time to add but was kindly recommended by someone. I'd love it if someone was interested in actually doing a proper playlist for Irish though—it's a gap in my knowledge that I'd love to start filling.

Aaaaaaand that's a wrap. I hope. Final comment to say thank you to everyone who voted in the cover image poll, turns out you all won :) (Pirineus did win and take the cover of the liner notes though)

#my masterpiece is done i have peaked i'm retiring now #jkjk but i've been working on this since like. november #so it is kind of insane that's it's finally done #please notify me of any mistakes or corrections <3 #and hopefully this is enjoyable for you all!#it's a little funky at times but i think it works???#it's not really a playlist. it's more like one of those weird compilation albums that i definitely didn't consume too many of as a child #did kind of want this to show up in the aubreyad tag but i wanted links more so rip :// anyways here goes nothing #aubreyad #catalan #catalan:general #catalan:music #catalan:reference #catalan:culture #general:music #general:reference #general:culture #there'd better not be any typos or i'm fighting someone

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hihi carrotty!! would you infodump to me about loveit? because I don't know anything about it and it looks so interesting from the stuff you reblogged??? im very curious about this project and I feel a little lost 👀👀👀 only if you want to though no pressure!! 💜

First off I'm incredibly sorry for the person I have become (especially after the summary below) because after doing a ton load of typing about both songs and then finishing did it occur to me to check again and see if that's what was even asked, instead of typing stuff that's true to source first, but instead my brain immediately translated "infodump" as "INCLUDE THE THEORIES INCLUDE THE THOUGHTS INCLUDE THE ANALYSIS EVERYTHING I HAVE IN MIND!!! (bangs on bulletin board)" ...

So to answer your question! Loveit? and Love Eat are both songs that revolve around the characters Maia and Kujima respectively, but there is a third character mentioned in both songs called Abbie, and it's more than likely she plays/will play a huge role in their story.

I will say though, aside from both their songs, there isn't much else to go with (of course that won't stop me from rambling) so I can only infodump so much, and the rest as more on my own thoughts. I'm hoping Biz and Panda collaborate again and make it a trilogy with Abbie, or even better, an entire series!

So the best way I can summarize Maia and Kujima's story is "the weak eat the strong" (pretty literally) with a genius twist Panda and Biz adds in; WHO is ACTUALLY the one getting eaten, and what will happen ahead? Since Maia in Loveit? was shown to have complete power over Kujima until he shocks the viewers in the end and turns things around, and now with the release of Love Eat shows how Kujima has had the capacity to do so all along(? and possibly continue this (which if so introduces Abbie into the picture pretty nicely.) Also add in "love" to the mix and we get an overall messed up story that for some reason I eat up so much, no pun intended.

Their story is most likely open ended and something Panda might not go far into though, considering I only found a few stuff on their Twitter related to the two after scrolling until the very beginning (╥﹏╥) Either that, or they're relatively new for the specific purpose of retaining the mystery of their story. The stuff I found related to them are posted over here, since Beans asked as well!

With that out of the way, I'd like to share my very in-depth thoughts about them! (Which I'll only be cutting from Docs, because I fear if I paste the entire thing on here my computer will lose it.)

It'll contain Cannibalism, Killing, Abuse, Toxic Relationships and Gore, stay safe!

. . . . . . . . . .

So, I wanted to copy and paste at least some portion of stuff on here for easier reading and the full on Google Docs, but without reaching even a quarter of stuff from the drafts, I already hit the limit... Looks like I overestimated Tumblr... Ah....

As so, I decided to just drop the Google Docs File itself for the full and hopefully not any different experience, here: Google Docs It's in PC format though so a little reminder on that.

Also, all the references I used are Panda's art! They're amazing so if you haven't, do check them out, here:

Tumblr: https://panda23577667.tumblr.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Panda23577667

And the songs here in case you haven't seen them! (Which I doubt but I ought to drop as well too)

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Have a mini trio art of them too!

#I hope the links work... for some reason the hrefli thing doesn't let me in the sites I link but they do work if I remove them from the url #And I'm so sorry this took so long!!#loveit?#thank you for the ask!#the ramblings of a mad lad #carrotty art old and new

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nothing-but-paisley · 12 days

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20 Questions for Fic Writers! ✨

tagged by @monstersinthecosmos and @hekateinhell thank you! 🖤

1. How many works do you have on A03? 28, all public

2. What’s your total A03 word count? 70,744

3. What fandoms do you write for? Vampire Chronicles & AMC IWTV. I also write Hannibal fic and dabble in Star Trek (need to get into some ds9 fic one of these days.) I also have a twitter account (@murdertherapy) where I give advice as Hannibal Lecter, but I've back burnered it for the time being due to The Horrors. Might make a tumblr for it one day.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Touching and Touched, Only a Name, That Essence Rare, Amnesiac, By Any Other Name

5. Do you respond to comments? Absolutely, they make me so happy! But I get a little self-conscious about how to respond to them since I don't know how to take compliments, so I'm always just like, thanks 🙂

But I really do cherish all of them 😭

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Gotta be Gethsemane, the fic where I did what Anne maybe ultimately wished she did and killed Daniel. This is one of my favorite pieces I've written in fandom or otherwise and it really helped me process some things.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I'm sure it's my spirk fic Touching and Touched, they are so fuckin sappy I love them.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I've been pretty lucky in that I've never gotten a mean comment on ao3 or any shade about any of my fics (that I've seen lol).

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Listen, I think that horniness is the engine of all drama. All fiction is inherently erotic. What is a Greek tragedy but a super drawn out communal orgasm?

But yes, I write smut almost exclusively lol. People are (usually) at their most vulnerable and raw during sex, and this is an incredibly powerful way to explore character dynamics as well as their inner lives, traumas, and hidden drives. I'm especially drawn to BDSM/kink in general.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Yes! I just wrote a VC/X-Files crossover called Amanuensis in which Mulder and Scully investigate the Night Island that was tons of fun, but it's not something I make a habit of for whatever reason.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but it's something I would definitely be open to!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Devil's Minion, Hannigram, Garashir, Spirk, Mulder/Scully. They all make me insane in unique ways! I'm also partial to Armand/Marius/Daniel--any Armand ship really! Super normal about him :)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I WANT to finish my Knight of Swords series one day, but I'll try keep plugging away at it.

16. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue, 100%. I want everything to be a screenplay lmao. I have written multiple fics that are just text conversations, transcripts, etc.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I can be impatient when it comes to writing descriptions/actions, so a lot of that stuff is as bare bones as possible. I would like to become better at creating a sense of depth and scale and grandeur rather than just sketching things out (and writing longer fics instead of just oneshots all the time).

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Neutral, I think it can work when used sparingly (but then I've dropped a few caro mios in my time).

19. First fandom you wrote for? Doctor Who in the ancient pre-ao3 times.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Apart from Gethsemane, I was really happy with how By Any Other Name turned out (the fic where Armand roleplays that Daniel is Marius without his knowledge). Basically anything that's a combination of heavy angst and smut with an optional lil sliver of comfort--that's the good stuff.

tagging: @fofoqueirah and @butchybats and @desertfangs (feel free to ignore if you've done this already lol)

#vc fic #ask paisley #devil's minion

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andydrysdalerogers · 5 months

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Presley ~ A Curtis Everett Au ~ Part Two

Curtis Everett x OFC Presley Adams

Synopsis:

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

Book two of the Five Kings of Boston series

A/N: taglist is open!

Banners by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Part One

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part Two: The Nanny

Presley

My mother always told me that I should have the strength of a man and not be afraid to use it, to survive the world as a woman. A woman in a very dangerous world. Her words have stayed with me since... well since we were torn apart. I have been on my own since I was 18 and had survived with a toughness that would have made my father proud.

If I actually spoke to him, that is.

But in the five years after I left home, I am finding myself desperate to make it out of the East Coast and head west. To get farther away from my past, from him, the better.

I sat with my coffee cup on my desk at the law office of Weiss & Associates and started my day. I checked for any interesting news before setting the appointments for my boss, Michale Weiss, into his calendar with the notes. He was a good boss, for the most part. But I didn’t trust the man. He was flighty and scattered, albeit a fantastic lawyer. When he walked in, loud suit as ever, I smiled at him. “Good morning, Mr. Weiss.”

He gave me a tight smile. “Miss Adams. I need to see you in about 10.”

My smile faltered just a bit. “Yes sir.” I got up to get his usual coffee and Danish, grabbed my notepad and head in. “You wanted to see me, sir.”

“Yes,” he waved me in. He cleared his throat, like he was uncomfortable, which is something I haven’t seen a lot from him. “HR has just notified me that there was an error in your personnel file.”

My heart stopped. “My file? Sir I don’t...”

He popped his hand to stop me. “Your social security number had been flagged. Now I don’t know what is going on and I won’t pretend to care but I need this firm to keep its nose clean.”

“I understand.” I looked down at my hands and bit my lip to stop myself from crying

“I’m sorry Miss Adams, but you’re fired.” I snapped her head up. “Effective immediately.”

“I need this job, please, I’ll do anything,” I pleaded

“I’m sorry Presley,” he said softly. “But we have a big case coming and I don’t need the other side to catch a whiff of an investigation, or we will lose.”

I nodded and stood up. “Thank you, Mr. Weiss.” I scooted out the door, grabbed my stuff and walked out.

Three days later and I wasn’t having any luck finding another job. I sat with her friend, Cat, at the coffee shop.

“I don’t know what to do Cat, I mean, nobody is hiring. I need to have a job if I want to go to California.” Cat knew about my past and my plan.

“Pres, have you tried with the childcare agency? They are always hiring.”

“If my social isn’t working, how can I apply?”

Just then, a couple of men walked in, speaking loudly. “The boss is desperate to find a chef and a nanny like as soon as possible. I guess Mrs. Everett is heading back to Paris and won’t be able to help anymore.”

“He’s got an interview tomorrow for a chef. Now its just down to a nanny.”

“Sad those kids lost their mom. Hopefully he finds someone who will love them as much as he does.”

The men left with their coffees, and I looked to Cat. “Everett?”

Cat shook her head. “No way Presley. Mr. Everett is the King of Concord. A mob boss. How do you not know that?”

“I’ve only been here a year.” I shrug. “Besides, I know how to handle a king, Cat. This could be my best chance.” I looked around to make sure no one was listening to us. “Do you know where he lives?”

“The big manor at the end of Concord St. Presley, are you sure? I mean if you are trying...”

“I know Cat. I’ll be careful.”

The next morning, I took forever to decide on my outfit. I finally got dressed in a demur skirt and boots, button down shirt, hair in a ponytail to contain my dark curls. I decided to walk over to the manor, pumping myself up along the way. “You can do this Presley, you need to be sweet, smart, confident.” I got to the gate and heard a door open. Two men walked out, one with floppy hair, pulling on a coat, the other with a shaved head in a three-piece suit. I swallowed as I looked over the man in the suit. It was custom tailored, that much I knew, it fit him like a glove. It was dark blue with a pin stripe, crisp white shirt, no tie, a couple of buttons undone. I could see a few tattoos on his wrist and by his neck.

“Can I help you?”

I stepped through the gate. “Hello, my name is Presley. I am here for the nanny position.” I fidgeted slightly as he studied me. I sucked in a breath when I saw his eyes. The beautiful ocean blue eyes that bore into my soul. This man was not just handsome, he was beautiful. Deadly but captivating.

He observed me. My long wavy hair was tied back, showing off my face, I could feel my eyes widen under his inspection. I was a little scared of him.

Not that he would hurt me.

That he could wreck me.

I swallowed, wondering what was taking him so long to say anything more. “I’m Curtis Everett.”

Shit, this was the boss. The king of Concord, according to Cat. He’d only said a few words, but the way he looked at me made me want to climb him like a tree. I’ve never met a man who just exude sex and power with one look. Curtis gave me a small smile, like it was painful to look at me. Like I was bringing him painful memories. Shit, did he know me? Know who I was in my past life? “Why don’t you come in? You said your name is Presley?”

“Yes, sir, Presley Adams. It’s nice to meet you.” I took a breath, stiffened my back and offered my hand and he took it. His hands were warm but rough, yet gentle. It made me shiver a bit, thinking of how they would feel on the rest of my body. I shook the thought and followed him into the house.

“How did you hear about the job, Miss Adams?” Curtis directed me to a chair in his office. His office was painted a cream color with dark wood furniture. I noted several pictures, a cute blonde girl and a boy that looked like Curtis. Next to it was a picture of a woman, blonde, who look just like the little girl. It must be his wife, I thought to myself. She was the perfect complement to the dark of Curtis’s aura.

“Actually, I overheard a couple of men speaking about it at the coffee shop.” I flushed at the admission. “I was there with a friend, and I had recently lost my job.”

“I see.” Curtis sat in his chair and leaned back. “I hadn’t even called the agency, yet you took it upon yourself to reach out to me. That’s ambitious if not stupid.”

“I don’t work for the agency,” I admitted. Might as well be honest because lying at the last job screwed me.

“Then how will I know you are qualified to watch my children? I don’t want someone who could be a criminal or mentally unstable to be in close proximity to my children. Maybe...”

“No, wait, please.” Fuck, I could feel the opportunity slipping away but I was determined and made another plead. “Mr. Everett, I may not have a degree in childcare or references, but I am a hard worker. I’m organized, I can drive, I can play, do make believe. Children don’t need to be so structured when they are out of school. They need to have fun; they need to be loved and they need someone who they can rely on to be their friend. Yes, I know, there should still be some order but why not make it fun. I don’t know how old your children are or any special circumstances that may be happening, but I do know that I would do anything to protect any child and give them the love that they deserve.”

Curtis

Presley took a breath as I steepled my hands under my chin. I looked at this young woman who said all the things I was looking for. I don’t know how she understood how precious my children are to me. It was like she had lived this life before. But I wanted to make sure this is a good fit for my family. I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Clint. “I want to see something Miss Adams.” The door open a few moments later and my children came running in. “Joshua, Everly, this is Presley.” Both children greeted her and she smiled.

“Its nice to meet you. How old are you, Joshua?”

“Eight and my sister is five.”

“Wow, good ages. Let me guess, you like to play sports, right, Josh?” He nodded. “And you Miss Everly, do like your dolls and playing dress up?” Everly nodded her head but still remained hidden a little behind Joshua.

Joshua took her hand behind him and observed the woman, his green eyes showed curiosity but protectiveness. “My sister is always nervous when she meets new people,” Joshua explained. “I always tell her that I’ll protect her.” My chest swelled with pride at Joshua’s words. I was raising my son as a gentleman, something I knew Anna would be proud of.

“That is such a great thing a big brother can do for their sister.” Presley studied the children. “Well, I hope that I can come back and play with you guys. I used to play softball and soccer.” Josh’s eyes lit up. “And I have a doll that I still sleep with at home. Maybe I can bring her over and we can have a tea party?” Everly scooted away from Josh and looked straight on at Presley.

“Do you know how to braid hair?” Everly asked softly, her blue eyes big and round.

“I do. I can help you with that as well.”

“Daddy can only do ponytails.” I chuckled at my daughter’s bluntness.

“But I bet he makes the best ones.” Everly smiled and nodded.

“Ok kids, go back outside for a little bit. Nana is making some soup and sandwiches for lunch,” I said. A man Presley hadn’t noticed before opened the door to allow the kids to exit. “Thanks Clint.”

“No problem, boss.” He closed the door and I turned back to Presley.

“My children like you.”

“They are beautiful and so well behaved.”

I chuckled. “For the moment. Joshua was trying to put a worm in Evie’s hair earlier.” Presley let out a giggle. The sound was beautiful and for some reason, made my cock twitch. Get a grip Everett! I cleared his throat in order to ignore the sudden bodily response. “I think we can do a trial run, Miss Adams. The kids go to school during the week until three and I usually work until about six or seven. I try to eat dinner with them every night but sometimes I'm late.”

“Understood.”

“Now, I know you may have an apartment or other housing, but it will make me feel better if you stay in the manor with us, just in case. There are times when I am called away in the middle of the night.” I was wondering if this was still a good idea, considering how I keep taking in her full lips, beautiful skin, long hair that would look good wrapped around my fist. What the fuck am I thinking? I refocus on her eyes, even though they are distracting as well.

“That’s find Mr. Everett. I am staying with a friend now so moving here would not be a problem.”

“Good. Good. As far as salary goes, I pay $1500 a week plus access to a car, food here and so forth. You would have Sundays off to do what you please. My only rules are not to be too loud and absolutely no visitors whatsoever. I don’t need strangers in my home when my line of work is... delicate. If it is ok, I would rather pay in cash each week and of course if I need you in an emergency, I will compensate you. Does this seem fair?”

Presley

I was stunned. $1500 a week could go a long way to helping achieve my goal. Plus, the added bonus of being in a secure location helped ease my nerves. “Yes, Mr. Everett, that is fine.”

“Good.” He stood up and I followed his lead. “I think that this could be an excellent arrangement. Can you start this Friday?”

“I can, my friend can drop me off.” I reined in my giddiness.

“No, I’ll have a driver and one of my men come get you. Just leave your address. They will be there at nine am sharp.” His voice was resolute, no negotiation would be allowed. Since I had no other way to get my stuff here, I let it go.

“Ok. Thank you, Mr. Everett, for this opportunity.”

Curtis

Presley walked out of the house and back down the road. I watched her leave and felt a presence next to me.

“She is beautiful, son.” Sylvia watched the young woman as well.

“Ma don’t start.” How do mothers know what their children are thinking? Yes, I could admit that Presley is gorgeous and that my body had a natural reaction to a beautiful woman. But how could I be disloyal to Anna? The conflict between my head and my heart raged and it seemed that my mother picked up on it.

“Curtis, it has been four years. You can let yourself be happy as well.” My mother rubbed my arm. “Anna wouldn’t want you to be sad and alone.”

I shook my head. “That may well be, but it will not be with her. She’s going to be working for me as the nanny and I can’t complicate that.”

I was doing this for my children. Their happiness and comfort came before mine.

No matter how tempting Miss Presley Adams is.

Presley

“Presley, are you serious?” Cat paced as I finished packing before Mr. Everett’s car arrived. “You can’t live with him. He’s the head of a mob. He’s dangerous.”

“He’s nice, Cat. He treated me with respect and is paying me cash. If I do this for a year, I’ll be set to move to California, where no one will find me, and I’ll be free. It works.”

“I just don’t think this is a good idea.” I loved her so much for her protectiveness.

“I’ve got it handled, Cat. I’ll see you on Sunday, ok?” I hugged my friend when I heard a knock on the door. “That must be the guy that Mr. Everett sent.” I grabbed my bags, which Cat helped with another and went downstairs. I opened the door. “Hi!”

“Hello Miss Adams. Mr. Everett sent me. My name is Clint Barton.” His smile was warm, sandy colored hair smoothed back; black suit sharp. He was handsome, for sure, but the ring on his left hand left nothing to chance.

“I remember you, Mr. Barton. Please call me Presley.”

“Mr. Everett requested that I call you Miss Adams.” My felt my face of excitement falls a bit, but I catch it. I think Clint saw the flash of uneasiness at his words and smiled. “But, if its just you and me, you can call me Clint, Presley.”

I smiled. “Ok.” I turned back to Cat. “Maybe I can walk into town, and we can meet for coffee on Sunday?”

“I’ll drive you Presley,” Clint offered. “The weather will cool down and it will be difficult to walk so I can drive you if you need it.”

“Thanks Clint. See,” I said to Cat as Clint and the driver took my bags to the car, “everything is going to be fine.” My lower lip began to tremble. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

Cat pulled me in, “anytime Pres. Love you.”

“Love you. I’ll call you later.” I walked to where Clint was holding a door for me. “Thanks Clint.” He nodded as I slid into the car.

The ride was quiet but not uncomfortable. I took in more of the city since I wasn’t on a crowded bus to get to Everett Manor. Yeah, Clint clarified that the house had a name. My thoughts turned to the blue–eyed king. His gaze could smother someone or light them up to heaven. I did a little research and understood he was eight years older than me; he took over about seven years ago and four years ago, he lost his wife in an accident.

My heart broke for his kids. My own mother passed away when I was eighteen. Dad said she had gone to the store and had an accident. I never saw her again. We had a funeral, but the casket was closed. Dad said it was because she was broken. But I know why. And I shudder at the thoughts. Thinking of her, I unconsciously played with the locket around my neck. The last piece of hers I had. I shook the sad thoughts away as we pulled into the Manor. Clint opened my door. “Go ahead and head on in. Mr. Everett is waiting with Mrs. Everett in the study. Do you remember how to get there?” I nodded. “Relax. Smile. This is a good thing. I’ll put your bags in your room.”

“Thanks Clint.” I walked to the door and opened it. I hadn’t really gotten a look at the manor the last time I was here. The formal living room at the front of the house was beautiful. Dark paint splashed on the wall would have made any home super dark, but the windows went up to the vaulted ceiling. A light brown leather couch and two cream chairs centered the room, while gold accents finished it perfectly.

I had always wanted to be an interior designer. And I thought that whom ever selected this pallet had excellent taste. I kept walking and saw the dining room that matched the living room and then the family room. Two very different spaces. The cream-colored walls with a dark blue couches and brown and gold accents decorated the room. This room was meant to be light and airy, where hot chocolate and popcorn are eaten near the fireplace for movie night. Presley stopped for a moment to admire.

“My wife decorated everything.” A voice behind me startled me and I jumped. I also stepped back into a side table, but a strong hand caught me around the waist. The warmth of his hands burned my skin in the most delicious way. I looked up to see ocean blues studying me. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” I breathed as I continued to stare. Curtis Everett is holding me in his arms. I shivered and moved to stand on my own. “I’m sorry Mr. Everett, I didn’t mean to snoop.”

“Nonsense. This is your home now.” He offered a smile, and it took everything in me not to swoon. “Miss Adams, welcome.”

“Thank you, sir. Mr. Barton directed me to your office, but I couldn’t help but admire the decorating and colors.” I took another look. “Your wife has excellent taste.”

“Thank you.” He looked uncomfortable now and I lowered my gaze. Dammit, I probably shouldn’t have said the wife thing. It's ok for him to bring it up but a stranger doing it has to hurt. “Follow me please.” He walked out and I followed behind. Further down is the kitchen, he told me. “Our new chef, Mr. Jones starts next week. I’ll introduce you when he arrives.” He pulled the door to his study. “My kids are at school now. Everly is out at 2, Joshua at 3. Clint will drive you to collect them.”

“Ok. Any type of schedule after?”

“An older woman appeared, “Yes. Josh is required to finish his homework before he can turn on his video games. Evie usually has a couple of worksheets to finish before she can go to the playroom.” I nodded before the woman smiled. “I’m Sylvia Everett, Curtis’s mother.” She offered it and I took it. She had a soft but firm grip to her handshake. She’s just the type of woman my mom would have liked.

“Presley Adams, ma’am. Its very nice to meet you.”

“I’ll be around for the next couple of weeks,” Sylvia said. “I’ll get you oriented with the children’s schedules and needs.”

“I’m grateful to you, ma’am.”

Curtis looked at his watch. “Let me show you to your room and let you get settled in.” Curtis offered his arm to her, and she took it with trepidation. This man was reserved and yet, Presley was drawn to it. She wasn’t very experienced with men, but she knew enough to know when a man was quiet and reserved, he was most likely strong and powerful.

“I put you near the children’s rooms. We have the nursey, well Evie’s room now and Joshua is on the other side. He just got his own room, and he tries to hide in here as much as possible.” He opened the door to a room in white and black. Black wood furniture decorated with a four-poster bed sat center. A TV was on one wall and two doors. “This is the closet and this is your own en-suite bathroom. The kids share a jack and jill in between.”

“Its beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it. Here,” he handed me a card and a phone. “This is a secure phone. I’ve programmed Clint, my mother, my other man Anthony and myself in the phone. The card is for any expenses you may have while caring for the kids. I pay on Fridays, so I’ll leave an envelope for you in the kitchen.”

I nodded, not sure what to say. “Thank you, Mr. Everett. I really appreciate the opportunity.”

“I’ll leave you to it.” He walked out and before he closed the door, he turned back. The look in his eyes showed appreciation. At what I had no idea. “I hope this arrangement works out.” He closed the door, and I blew out a breath.

What does he mean that he hopes the arrangement works out? Was he just hoping that I don’t run out screaming because his kids are monsters or what it something else? I won’t deny that the man is handsome. But he is also a mob boss, a king, as everyone likes to say. And I know how they are when they are no longer happy. I shoved the thought away as I unpacked. I put the picture of my mother and me by the night side table. I still miss her every day. Had she been alive, would I have been able to escape the horror that my father planned? Would she have taken me away? I’ll never know.

It was a few days later, and I was picking up the playroom while the kids were at school. It had been a good transition. Josh liked that I could pitch to him and Everly loved the different dress up games I made up. I had also convinced each child to help their sibling out for a couple of games. Everly enjoyed the attention she got when Joshua would let her play with him, running after the balls he hit and helping her hit off the t-ball stand. Josh rolled his eyes at tea parties but didn’t say anything, watching how happy his sister was.

Today was the day that the new chef was supposed to start, and Mr. Everett asked me to meet him at noon for lunch. It was five minutes to noon, and I made my way to the kitchen. Mr. Everett was there talking to someone. “Good afternoon, Mr. Everett.”

Curtis turned to look at me, giving me a glimpse of the man he was talking to. And I blanched. It couldn’t be. My heart began to race as I stared at Adam Jones in front of me. I hadn’t noticed him before, probably because I was so nervous, but here he was, standing in front of me. A phone rang and Curtis brought it up to his ear. “Hello? Yes, one second.” He turned to me. “I need to take this. I will be right back.” He left the room and I stared again at Adam.

“Its been a long time...” he started before I cut him off.

“Please, don’t say anything.”

Adam softly smiled. “I remembered. And I won’t. I think you will be safe here. Its nice to know you are doing well.”

“Thank you.” I went still when I felt Curtis come back into the room.

“Sorry about that. Miss Adams, this is our new chef, Adam Jones. Mr. Jones, Miss Presley Adams.”

“A pleasure to meet you, miss.” Adam offered his hand to me with a wink. “Please let me know of any allergies or preferences you have.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Curtis’s jaw tick. Was he angry that Adam was being polite to me? Or was it the wink he threw? I sensed danger and was quick with the handshake. “Thank you, Mr. Jones.” I took a step away from him.

“Mr. Jones, I would like to have lunch in the sunroom, please.” His tone was devoid of emotion, but it was enough to issue a warning to Adam. What the warning was, I had no idea, but I could feel it radiating from Curtis. He turned to me. “Miss Adams,” he offered his arm.

As I slid my arm through his, a million thoughts went through my head. Why was Curtis so formal with me all the time? How the fuck did Adam Jones end up in Boston? Am I really safe here? Why is Curtis mad? Lunch was all business. I’m glad Curtis gave me a little notebook by the side of my plate so I could take notes. It really was a schedule of things, and I would add them to my phone later so I would remember. But he was formal the entire time. Not because I was his employee; it felt like he was holding himself back from...me. I went to bed that night, wishing that my mom was with me on this journey. She would know how to read this confusing, beautiful man.

The next couple of weeks were awkward. Adam was friendly but cautious. He never talked to me as if he knew me, which I was grateful for. But Curtis seemed angry whenever he saw me. I started to avoid him as much as possible. I ate after the family did, claiming that I was cleaning up and letting Curtis spend time with his children. In reality, I did it to stop myself from staring at him. If I kept staring, he would see the lust, the longing, the desire in my eyes. That would be a very bad idea.

On Saturday, I had put the kids to bed and was getting a snack for my room in the kitchen. When I turned to leave. I jumped. Curtis was standing in the doorway in a tux. I knew he had an event tonight, but I had assumed he had left already. “Good evening Mr. Everett.”

“Miss Adams.” He was looking at me, not with friendship but something I couldn’t identify. “Having a snack? I didn’t see you at dinner.”

“Oh. Well, I had dinner earlier since I wanted to be ready for bedtime. I’m just having a snack with a bath and a book.” I smiled nervously. “You look nice.”

He looked down at his own body before looking back at the mess that was me. My hair was up in a top knot, yoga pants and a hoodie. I was ready to turn in for the night but I couldn’t help but feel naked under his gaze. “Thank you,” he finally said. “Do you have plans for tomorrow?”

I swallowed. “Yes, I'm meeting my friend Cat in town. Clint... Mr. Barton said he would drive me.” I flushed. Shit, I wasn’t supposed to call anyone by their names except the kids.

“I’ll drive you,” he said.

“Oh no, Mr. Everett...” he walked up to me, and I went still, the sentence dying in my throat.

“It would make me feel better to know you are ok, Presley.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I could feel it, the sexual tension between us. I thought it was just me, but I could feel it radiate from him. It was making my skin buzz. Suddenly I wanted him to touch me. I fought the urge to press up against him.

“Why?”

He looked me over with something I’ve never seen in a man: longing.

“Because I couldn’t protect her. I can still protect you.”

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SHIPPER TAG GAME

Tagged by @lurkingshan and @stuffnonsenseandotherthings to dig into the vault. Friends, I have been Perpetually Online since 1995, when that meant I had to haunt my school library computer at lunchtime, so this is going to be for the fellow Olds. Sorry in advance for the HP mentions.

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

Have I let any ships go? Hmm. I'll go with Mulder/Scully from X-Files. Watching now, they should definitely not end up together lol

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

Sailor Mercury/Sailor Jupiter from Pretty Soldier Sailor Moon. I. Was. Obsessed. This ship hit me like a ton of bricks in I want to say 6th or 7th grade.

I watched the show as it aired with English dubs, found out the episodes we got were censored, immediately fell into my completionist ways, went to the Asian mall (it was literally pan-Asian with stuff from Japan, China, Taiwain, Korea, etc.) and got definitely not official VCDs with Mandarin subtitles, and would sit with friends who spoke Mandarin and had them translate the subs to English for me (I say this like I forced them, but they offered because they were my friends and they also felt passionately about people seeing the uncensored show). I then learned how to Internet and would trawl for fanpages of the manga (it would take 20 minutes to load an image at the time, so rather than full scanlations I'd get walls of text describing what happened with maybe a single panel illustration). Uranus and Neptune were fantastic, but I already had Ami and Makoto aka Mercury and Jupiter long before I got to the Uranus/Neptune episodes (or the Sailor Stars manga arc).

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

Definitely Sailor Moon fanfic was the first fic I read. It was an easy step from finding fan summaries of the chapters not yet out in English > finding fan sites with fanfic on them, back before we had archives or even decent search engines and you had to just find the sites you needed through links from other sites. It was like a whole new world of possibilities opening up. The first real fanfic community I was in was Harry Potter.

In terms of first fic I wrote, I am not a writer; I've only ever written a small handful of not worth mentioning ficlets featuring the Kirk/Spock ship (Star Trek TOS).

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

Oh it was likely Serena/Tuxedo Mask from Sailor Moon and it was in person, because I had friends who got me into anime and manga early and they were artists who drew a lot of fanart.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

Friends, I had a Livejournal. It was impossible not to get into ship discourse.

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?

I am going to echo @stuffnonsenseandotherthings and @lurkingshan and say I was dead-set against Hermione as a ship with any of the men in Harry Potter (Hermione/Luna or Hermione/Ginny, though, we could talk), and I also really disliked Draco/Ron. I also am not here for Spock/McCoy (Star Trek), and I don't really enjoy Stucky (as in Captain America/Winter Soldier or Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes from Marvel).

OH and can I be a hater on main for a second? The first couple that I remember hating as a thing was probably Jo and Professor Bhaer from Little Women; I was SO MAD they married in the end. I felt very validated years later when I read that the author Lousia May Alcott was forced by her publisher to marry Jo off and made up the couple out of spite.

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

The last fic I read was a Word of Honour modern AU pairing Wen Ke Xing/Zhou Zishu in which they rescued stray kittens.

SInce I started this, I've also read a One Piece Luffy/Zoro fic (and that's not even my favourite ship--I've been a Zoro/Sanji girlie since the early 2000s! I'm weak for banter.)

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

I have so many. SO many. Truly. I don't even know where to start with this question! I follow several AO3 tags and fanfic writers that I get regular fic updates from. Most of my OTPs are either canon (from queer/BL/GL media) or the most popular ship (I feel very lucky that my taste is so basic). There is no one couple I love the most. Just going to throw a dart at the board: From BL, the one I come back to a lot is Hira/Kiyoi in Utsukushii Kare, because their dynamic is so intense.

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Hmm. That's what fandom is for, so not really? I usually get more annoyed when people do get together that I wish had stayed platonic (never forgiving Pacific Rim for that kiss, it was so unnecessary). And I'm extremely mad about censorship, i.e. couples that DID get together but we didn't get to see it for whatever reason (see e.g. Uranus and Neptune from Sailor Moon Sailor Stars; Chinese danmei novel live-action adaptations). Otherwise there are lots of these but I just read the fanfic and recover. I'll say I'm still annoyed Buffy didn't get to have with Faith what she had with Spike though. Their chemistry was off the charts.

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

This is such a hard question. I came around a little on Lan Xichen/Jiang Cheng from MDZS/the Untamed, though it's still not my fave (it's a soft no not a hard no). I'll also give you an oldie: Andie McPhee and Pacey from Dawson's Creek. I hated Andie's character back in the day but now I like her character but really dislike how she was used in the show, which isn't the same thing. And I actually really liked how she and Pacey worked together.

I'll also give you a BL one: Kurosawa and Haruta in Ossan's Love. Ossan's Love s1 & 3 it was clear they were not OTP so that's a bit irrelevant anyway, but it's much less clear in s2 (the AU season) and the first time I watched it I wasn't sure how I felt about the way that season ended as much as I loved the season as a whole. I like it more every time I rewatch.

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

LOL I am with everyone else on the Brian/Justin train but since that's been said twice I'll go with something else. I was a big Harry/Draco shipper back in the day, which would now probably get me cancelled for shipping someone with his bully (though a significant part of the fun of that ship was about how Draco was such an ineffectual bully...but I digress), in addition to of course how the author's transphobia ruined the whole thing for all of us (fanfic doesn't make her any money, so I don't have a problem continuing to read it in theory, but it's left a sour note over my experience and makes any engagement in that fandom less fun).

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

I was one of those foolish people obsessed with Hawkeye/Coulson before we'd even seen them face-to-face or knew almost anything about MCU Clint Barton. I still read fanfic of that ship even though it's been fully jossed and makes no sense at all anymore. Ok one more, I really love the very small Breakfast Club fandom shipping Brian/John and Claire/Allison. I've read the few fics on AO3 for the queer pair ghost ships in that show multiple times.

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?

Of all time, I've probably read the most Kirk/Spock fanfic. But that's due to the length of time I've been into the ship, the amount of time it's existed, and its popularity. I still read Kirk/Spock regularly.

14. What most of your ships usually have in common?

Honestly most can be boiled down to grumpy/sunshine pairs in which both are very competent in specific ways and both are hiding crippling self esteem issues behind their grumpy or sunshine-ness, and have strong but differing moral codes that they each respect in one another (and is usually where the feelings start). Banter is a must. I am admittedly also here for height difference in my ships. Double-plus bonus for terrible communicators who learn to understand one another's particular communication quirks.

Perfect encapsulation of this dynamic is Danny/Steve from Hawaii Five-0 (listen that show was copaganda trash but the fanfic was fun as hell).

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Power dynamics that remain unaddressed as part of the story. Hate to love that isn't earned over time. When the relationship makes each other worse rather than better. When they never learn to trust one another. When one of them is in it as part of a savior complex and that doesn't get challenged or worked through. When only one of them has a personality. There's very little that I'd say is a hard no in terms of dynamics or setup for me, but it has to be handled well, and sometimes I don't have the energy to give something the benefit of the doubt.

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acewithapaintbrush · 3 months

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20 Questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag @captaincravatthecapricious

How many works do you have on Ao3?

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

282,261 (woah...)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently mostly One Piece, Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Encanto, Owl House and some others occasionally

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Place for Crows (to rest their feet) - Encanto (

I'll brick by brick rebuilt us - Encanto

A Perfect Storm - One Piece

There were Rats in the Palace - Encanto

To the dark I said pour (and forgot to say when) - Rise of the TMNT

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I appreciate getting comments so so much and I wanna show that by responding

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This is a hard one cause four come to mind that are super angsty but ultimately I think it is Let the world come at you (Rottmnt). That one's just bleak

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I guess The devil throws stones at us (One Piece). That one was just a lot of fun and I got lots of comments about how funny the ending is so I'll take my readers word for it

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I did once but that was mostly funny. A single sentence, something like "This story is horse shit" for the second to last chapter of a 19 chapter fic which was like... Well, you read pretty far for it all to be horse shit, didn't you??

9. Do you write smut?

I haven't yet, but I really want to... 👀

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

I do occasionally and the craziest one is definitely by far my Rottmnt/Ghost Files crossover. Man, that was a real trip but also so much fun. I had a lot of fun writing the Ghoul Boys and their shenanigans!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have been asked a few times but no one ever actually did it I think? Or they just never told me about it

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but I am certainly very open to the idea 👀

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Well ZoLu (One Piece) will probably always be number 1! I just love their dynamic so much, but not just romantic, also platonic. I'm actually much much more interested in platonic relationships! The team as family stuff. The straw hat pirates come to mind. Or the TMNT brothers being the best brothers. Platonic is my one true love!

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There is a Donatello angst fic that I have been writing on and off for what feels like an eternity. I have written myself into a corner somehow and I really hope I get myself out of that but I doubt I will any time soon...

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I write emotions and internal stuff a character is going through quite well. I have also been told quite a few times that my characterizations are spot on which is always nice to hear cause that's the most important thing for me

17. What are you writing weaknesses?

Ugh don't get me started on fight scenes omg. When a lot of action is going on I have a hard time putting that stuff into words... I'm better at dialogue and feelings and stuff

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

Well, if it's done well??? Sure why not. I have been guilty of using some Japanese (One Piece) or Spanish (Encanto) words in my works, never full sentences though

19. First Fandom you wrote for?

First published fic was Stargate Atlantis. First fic written in a notepad for my eyes only? xxxHolic.

20. Favorite fic you have written?

For Encanto obviously A Place for Crows, it's so special to me. For Rise of the TMNT I'd say Casey Jones' Gambit

For One Piece it's probably the latest one Til Salvation Breaks Through. I had a blast writing this one because it challenged me quite a bit and I could let loose a little bit

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Not gonna tag anyone, everyone who wants to take a trip down memory lane, be my guest!

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kristi16 · 11 months

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How we got into Inchident p.4

pairing: charles leclerc x female reader warnings: fluff, swearing, possessiveness, losing control, angst, translated french, degradation, 3P, toxic masculinity words: 1K

As I packed everything, I came down and went to paddocks. Helping with moving stuff etc. As I was minding my own business when Daniel Ricciardo approached me. With this big smile on his face. He is for sure the most cheeky one here. ''Hi.'' I turned around. ''Oh, Hi Danny!'' ''Hmm, you calling me Danny? I like that.'' he said to me with this big smile on his face, never leaving him. ''Haha yes. I hope you don't mind tho.'' ''Oh, not at all.'' He came closer to me. ''So you got your flowers?'' I looked at him again. ''What?'' ''Charles was asking almost everyone like a crazy man. About what you like.'' ''Oh.'' I laughed. ''Yes, yes. He told me. And those flowers are beautiful. I love them so much.'' I said looking down on my hands moving those files away and smiling to my existence. ''You know, I didn't know that this guy is hitting on you.'' I got slightly confused. I furrowed my brows and asked him. ''You mean this guy as Charles?'' ''Yeah.'' Then I just chuckled. ''Yeah, that makes the two of us haha.''.....''It came to me as a surprise as well.'' I smiled. Then Daniel got even closer. Approaching me from the side. ''So you know, you like flowers. Perhaps I'm gonna give you some after I'm gonna win the race in Japan. Keeping those flowers pretty open and bloomed. I like them sweet.'' he whispered to my ear. My eyes just grew bigger and I knew exactly what he meant. Then he just said ''See you later.'' and left. So I turned around so I could hold myself with my palms resting on the back of the table.

Then I saw Charles. How he is staring at me. I got scared. What the f. Why I got scared. Like I had done something bad. He started to walk towards me. And I got so nervous. For fuck's sake, pull yourself together. He stopped right in front of me. ''What did he want?'' he asked. He was clearly mad. I was just so nervous, that I started to look around, because I didn't want to answer the question. ''Y/N, tell me now. What DID HE WANT.'' I looked down. ''Ehm. He was talking about you. How you are into me. And then he was talking about winning the race in Japan and-'' ''And what Y/N.'' ''And how he's gonna eat me out afterwards.'' I said. Exhaling. Now I had finally the courage to look at him. Charles was just starring at me. ''You liked that, didn't you.'' I furrowed my eyebrows. ''What?!''...''No! I was just so shocked about his request.'' ''Then If so, why are you so nervous. Moving from side to side as If you had this feeling between your legs.'' My eyes almost fell out of my holes. I stand up and gesticulated with my arms how he cannot say these stuff out loud. ''Omg Charles. You cannot speak like that.'' ''Why not?'' he was totally unbothered. ''I ate you out Y/N, in a fucking corridor in public.'' I looked down and gulped. ''So, tell me Y/N. Why are you nervous then.'' ''Ehm, because I feel like I have done something bad...to you. I don't know.'' I looked at him again. He got slightly closer. And confronted me again. ''Tell me why.'' ''Because- I thought that you wouldn't like it.'' he got closer a little bit again. ''Why do you think I wouldn't like it?'' he asked with a little bit of higher tone. Like he is playing with me. ''Because you don't want me to be anyone else's. Just yours.'' ''And how do you know that?'' ''Because I feel this tension from you. And you've told me. How you are overprotective. And I know how you talk to me while-doing the things we do.'' ''You mean sex? Passion? Love?'' ''Yes, yes Charles. These.'' I sad with rolling my eyes. ''Don't roll your eyes at me.'' ''I can do whatever I want.'' ''You sure can. But will you do it again after I've told you not to?'' Now he was standing in front of me. And he just snapped. Crushed his lips on mine and was kissing me like a hungry man. In front all of those people. Charles put his hand on my waist, pulling me even closer so I had to put my head back. He put his tongue right into my throat, left it there while smashing his lips on my skin. I couldn't breath. He pulled me even closer. Feeling like my lungs cannot move, because of how his big hands were around my waist. He was hugging my waist completely with his hands. I was in his spars. When I started whining and trying to get the oxygen through my nose, he stopped after some time. Leaving me ABSOLUTELY breathless. ''Be a good girl, Y/N. But know for sure, you will get punished.'' ''For what?'' I snapped. ''For the fun, Y/N.'' He turned around. But I got the chance to tell him. ''I am not your puppet Charles!'' He turned around quickly, his eyes right in front of mine. ''Oh, you certainly are not my puppet. You are my petite slut, baby girl.'' This got me back again. ''And because you bewitched me so much-for my worship towards you, you will let me take you however I want.'' He said to me. But I said. ''No, my body is not some type of money to pay you back for your services!'' he chuckled. Came closer to my ear. ''You don't even know how much I'd like to shut you out with my cock right now, mon amour.'' He said and continued. ''You will gladly give me your body over and over again. Because you know I can take care of that exactly as well as to protect you.'' he said and left me there. I didn't even care that people were kinda frustrated about this little scene, even though nobody could hear a thing. I only cared about what he said to me, that it was true. I was starting to be this petite slut of his. I got scared I am losing control.

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