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certkidwhocantdomath · 2 months

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The Lin Kuei's Grandmaster vs A Soul-Stealing Sorcerer

Additional tags: Shang Tsung is an Asshole, Blind Character, Blindfolds, Collars, Leashes, Slight BDSM, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Bottom Johnny Cage, Top Shang Tsung, Top Bi-Han, Slight Humor, Tomas is a Sweetheart, Kung Lao is a Dumbass, Tomas & Bi-Han friendship

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Shang Tsung was in love with his fiance.

The sorcerer hadn't made it obvious but he had a sneaking suspicion about his feelings towards his fiance.

Bi-Han wasn't sure for how long but he heard Takahashi say something about the sorcerer looking at Johnny with desire, greed and hunger ever since he was blinded.

Just the mere thought filled Bi-Han with rage. He hasn't been this angry since his argument with Takahashi.

But now, he finally gets the opportunity to beat Shang Tsung black and blue during this very mission. Johnny had taken the last stand, according to Takahashi, and allowed himself to be captured to save his allies; getting stabbed through the stomach by General Shao and nearly dying in the process.

After hearing this, Bi-Han's eyes were full of uncontrollable rage and his aura was enlaced with murderous, baneful, bloody and destructive intent. Tomas and Kuai Liang had sent him concerned looks as even without the ability to sense auras, they could still feel the murderous aura he was letting out.

Bi-Han was brought to the present by a hand on his shoulder.

Ashrah.

Johnny and the demoness had gotten closer after their mission on Earthrealm and defeating Ashrah's sister.

"You should calm yourself, Bi-Han. Being so full of rage will not help us rescue Johnny." She politely advised.

Truthfully, she was not supposed to join them on this mission. She was supposed to watch Cassie(for she is the only other person Bi-Han trusts with Cassie, besides Kuai Liang and Tomas) as Kung Lao, Kenshi, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas, Syzoth and Raiden are all going on this mission.

But Liu Kang himself had offered to watch Cassie in their absence. It was surprising but not unexpected. Bi-Han knew the god was fond of his daughter.

Liu Kang opened a portal in front of them leading to the outside of Shang Tsung's castle.

"Dad?" He heard his daughter call out from behind Liu Kang's leg, "please bring papa back safely." She quietly begged.

Bi-Han walked over to Cassie, kneeling to her height and removed his mask.

"I promise, Cassandra. I will bring him back to us." He promised his daughter with a kiss to her forehead, she smiled at this action.

Her smile was a copy of Johnny's.

Bi-Han could feel the eyes of everyone on him, not used to the usually so cold and stoic Grandmaster showing affection so publicly.

Bi-Han stood back up and put his mask back on, turning back and walking towards the portal with the other kombatants moving aside to make way for him, some slightly bowing their head.

Time to save his fiance.

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Johnny was in so much pain.

He hasn't been in this much pain since he was blinded by Mileena. Or since Alala trained him.

The heavy golden collar around his neck was a pain and he had nothing to do but play with the gold chain of the collar or sleep.

Ever since his capture, he was forced to wear a yellow crossed turtleneck crop top, a gold body chain attached to his neck and right shoulder, black high slit harem pants with another gold chain wrapped around his waist, a gold bracelet with rings on his right hand, a gold with three rings on his left hand and black leather shoes with straps that crossed over his feet. Hell, even his blindfold was replaced with an acidic green one.

The color scheme perfectly matched Shang Tsung's and Johnny had to admit; he looks good in this outfit. But he'll look even better if it had Bi-Han's color scheme.

Johnny was brought out of his musing by the door opening.

"Did you miss me, my dear?"

Shang Tsung.

Oh yeah, did he mention he has been forced to sleep in Shang Tsung's room?

"No. I was actually in peace when you were gone."

"Hm, shame. I quite missed you."

The sorcerer walked over to him and his hands clung to the star's waist.

Johnny felt the sorcerer's hot breath caress his collar bone and suddenly his mouth was suddenly sucking on it.

Johnny wanted to punch him or at at least push him off but he knew he couldn't.

The whip marks marring his back proved that.

So he just layed back and allows Shang Tsung to do whatever.

"Get the fuck away from my fiance." A very deep voice said.

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Shang Tsung stopped his advances and turned to look behind himself.

Bi-Han.

"Always trying to ruin my fun, Sub-Zero?"

"Fun? That is my fiance you are currently touching.."

The sorcerer pushed himself away from the star, despite his displeasure to do so.

Fiance?

They were to be married? In such short time?

That made Shang Tsung's blood boil.

There was silence for several seconds before they dashed at the other, slamming his forearm with his claws deployed against the Grandmaster's ice engulfed one.

"You insolent little-"

"Are you jealous I am to marry the greatest man in Earthrealm and you do not?"

The sorcerer sent a strong surge of fiery energy that pushed the Grandmaster far, but he stopped himself by creating a spear of ice which he pulled out of the floor and thrusted at him.

The sorcerer taunted him by swinging and slashing around the air before stopping and getting into a battle stance.

Bi-Han was the first to give a hit but it was swiftly dodged by him.

✩.･*:｡≻───── ⋆💜⋆ ─────.•*:｡✩

Johnny felt the surges of energy and listened to the sounds of punches and kicks being exchanged.

The star coats his hands in a thin layer of red energy and he places it on the chain of the collar. When he heard the collar crack, he coats his hands in much thicker layers of energy.

Eventually, the collar broke off entirely. He massaged his neck for a bit before turning back to the two who were still fighting.

"Johnny, help the others! I'll deal with him." Bi-Han told him and Johnny nodded before engulfing his entire body in red energy and attemped to use super speed to get out but was stopped by other collar wrapping around his neck.

"You cannot leave now. Not after all the effort I put into capturing you." Shang Tsung said.

The chain was frozen by a thick layer of ice and was kicked broken by Bi-Han. The Grandmaster punched the sorcerer square in the cheek, breaking his skin causing him to bleed.

"Get out, Johnny!" He firmly told the star.

Johnny got up again but Bi-Han was sent flying to the far right wall by a strong surge of energy and was stopped again by cuffs around his wrists and was dragged right back to Shang Tsung.

Johnny, on his knees, looked up at the looking figure that is Shang Tsung. "You are not going anywhere, my dear." He said with a lascivious smirk.

Shang Tsung was then aggressively tackled to the floor by Bi-Han and there they wrestled.

"Go Johnny!" Bi-Han yelled.

Johnny got up once more but instead of running off he tackled Shang Tsung, who was on top of Bi-Han.

He repeatedly punched Shang Tsung in the face. But was sent back by a green surge of energy.

Quan-Chi.

"It seems your sweetheart is angry." He mockingly told Shang Tsung.

"Keep your mouth shut." The sorcerer firmly told his colleague.

Bi-Han grabbed Johnny by the hand and pulled him up.

"Why didn't you leave?" Bi-Han firmly asked.

"There was no was in hell I was letting you fight him alone." Johnny replied just as firmly.

Johnny could feel Bi-Han looking him up and down, either judging the outfit or because of his response. But he heard him turn away and get back into a fighting stance, Johnny did the same and surrounded his body in red energy.

The two sorcerers at the opposite side of the room also got into fighting stances.

Johnny sent an energy blast towards Quan-Chi but the sorcerer created a portal and sent it outside.

Bi-Han created spikes of ice at the Shang Tsung but he quickly dodged and sent a surge of magic to Bi-Han but was absorbed and redirected by Johnny, causing it to hit Quan-Chi instead.

They continued to exchange blows for a bit before they were interrupted by someone yelling.

"Bi-Han!"

Kenshi Takahashi.

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"Bi-Han! You and Johnny have to get out! Tomas placed two bombs within the castle!" Kenshi yelled to the Grandmaster and Seido Warrior.

Tomas in question looked proud of himself, arms crossed with a smirk, for bringing a fucking demolition bomb and C4. Apparently, those bombs have been sitting in Tomas' pockets, waiting to be used, for over four-fucking-weeks.

No one bothered asking why, how and when Tomas got those bombs.

Syzoth looked like he wanted to ask because he opened his fanged mouth but was quickly stopped by Scorpion.

"Don't. You do not want to know." He told the Zatteran.

Syzoth was silent for a few beats. "Very well then.." He then said.

Kenshi rolled his eyes, "The bomb will explode in 15 seconds!" He yelled once more to the soon-to-be married couple.

"Wait- 15 seconds? I thought it was 20 seconds!" Kung Lao asked, or rather, yelled.

Kenshi face-palmed while Scorpion dropped to the grass in pure agony of Kung Lao's stupidity.

"Kung Lao, my dearest friend, my most loyal companion, my greatest ally.. 5 seconds have already passed." Raiden explained to his friend.

Kung Lao looked like he just found out the biggest secret in all of the timelines. "Ohh! Okay, sorry guys!" He rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward smile.

Suddenly the sound of glass shattering caught their attention.

In front of them, Johnny glowing red with Bi-Han in his arms; being held bridal style.

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Wha- two bombs?

How? Wh-why??

Did they not think about the people inside the building???

Speaking of such, Shang Tsung and Quan-Chi left the room when Takahashi yelled; probably to find and dismantle the bombs.

"Bi-Han," Johnny called, "I have an easy way to get down but you won't like it." His fiance admitted.

"No."

"Bi, c'mon! You seriously want to take the stairs?"

"I would much rather take the stairs-"

"And die?! I don't know about you but I would like to live until our wedding and have children with you."

Bi-Han blushed at the idea of having children with Johnny.

"Fi.. Fine..." Bi-Han quietly agreed.

Johnny glowed red and he picked the Grandmaster up like a sack of potatoes, slightly stepping back to create momentum and Johnny sprinted.

Bi-Han hid his face within Johnny's neck to shield his face from the glass shards.

Johnny hit the ground on his knees with a light thud.

Strangely enough, Kuai Liang was on his forearms and knees, Kung Lao was rubbing his neck with an embarrassed and awkward smile while Takahashi had face-palmed himself.

Johnny gently put Bi-Han down, allowing the Grandmaster to get on back his feet.

"Brother! Are you alright?" Tomas asked.

"Yes, Tomas, I am quite alright." Bi-Han replied.

Suddenly a loud explosion was heard.

Actually, scratch that.

Two loud explosions were heard; one to the left and the other to the right.

Everyone watched as the explosions destroyed Shang Tsung's castle.

Deserved.

-----HEADCANON W/ AUTHOR'S NOTE-----

• Johnny's powers are multi-colored with each color giving Johnny a certain power.

- red = battle

- orange = strength/super strength

- yellow = speed/super speed

- green = healing

- blue = empathy(Johnny can feel what a person is feeling but he can also manipulate emotions)

- indigo = mediumship(Johnny can basically talk to ghosts)

- violet = pain(Johnny can cause third, maybe even fourth, degree burns if he is violet)

- black = destruction(Johnny can destroy anything)

The reason for this is because I'm indecisive. I wanted to give Johnny his green powers but a different color and I couldn't decide which one. Also, I know black isn't in ROYGBIV but I googled "colors that mean destruction" and that's what popped up.

These are what inspired Johnny's outfit:

This one is yellow☝️

The outer part is black while the inner is acidic green☝️

Just remove the flippin' Nike logo☝️

Now for the accessories:

This one's gold☝️

this one's gold and is on his other hand☝️

I might make a fic explaining how Johnny was blinded, how he was stabbed by General Shao and revived by Shang Tsung and the argument between Kenshi and Bi-Han.

And another thing. This isn't canon to my headcanons; after Johnny was stabbed in the chest(yes, chest not stomach), he was supposed to face Shao's army alone, fight Reiko, die for two weeks, get saved by my demonic OC, revived and reunited with his friends.

And one more thing. Alala is an OC- she was the one who trained Johnny when he was in Seido. She is also a member of the Karlatun Clan. Alala's name is a Greek name meaning "war-cry".

#bi han #johnny cage #coldstar #johnhan #cagetsung #shangcage #not canon to the author's headcanons

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mikoobug · 9 months

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miko | she/her/they | 18 | 🇸🇴🇯🇵🇩🇴 | ♒️♒️

contents: short fics + headcanons, somewhat nsfw and sfw , all charas are 18+

inbox : depends on what it is

okay so! i do write for all POC and body sizes so i’m not gonna write anything that says “he picked me up as if i weighed nothing” or “ he ran his fingers through my hair” or anything of that nature 😭.

i only write for anime’s that i’ve watched already so if you request something that i never watched before then i won’t answer.

age doesn’t matter on this page i don’t really care about the “MDNI” thing it doesn’t do anything but i will put warnings for things so you can scroll if you don’t want to read that certain thing.

i don’t really spell check or do word checks or anything i just write, i do write NSFW but i do have boundaries for things i do not write. if the character is under age they will have to be aged up.

i write GN x character (i’ll try my best not to mention anything about body’s) , fem reader x fem character, dom reader x sub character , fem reader x male character. but if you do not specify the gender in a request i will automatically put female reader. i do specify sexuality if asked. Such as bi!fem reader x male character and more. i mostly write for underrated characters, such as marc snuffy from blue lock and i will make a post of fandoms that i will write for!

i am currently working on a book called Hanako’s nightmare of fabrication i’ll write the first 5 chapters and post them all on the same day.

I will make separate post for different things such as rules and fandoms. hopefully you enjoy

(literally DIED typin ts out 😭😭)

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lackspraise · 5 years

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me, at the fandom: it’s not edgy or cool or fun to write hella scaring non con / dub con with skip wescott and peter parker. esp with new boy mcu parker. just woof. why.

#dub con mention for ts #non con mention for ts #{ like ok sure there's the argument that i don't have to read it and i'm not -- }#{ but there's so . . so so so many fics in skip's ' tag ' and that's . . mmm }#{ all i wanted was to look him up on the wiki guys not be kicked in the face - - }#{ by the knowledge that the skip / peter tag exists again }#♙ ⎛ LET THIS BOY REST is a constant phrase of mine | mun ⎠#♙ ⎛ ALL THE TIME IS WASTED | to be deleted ⎠

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ambersky0319 · 4 years

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maybe “Don’t touch me.” with patton and deceit?

Sort of a sequel to This Thing

Warnings : Unsympathetic Patton, Invasion of personal space, non-con hugging and kissing(I guess?)

Masterpost

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Deceit was sitting out in the commons, sipping his coffee as he read over one of Remus and Roman's works. It was one the twins had collaborated on, and he was quite enjoying it so far. When the two were able to actually stop fighting and get some ideas out, they created beautiful and interesting things.

He set the cup back down and shifted in his seat at the island, about to fully lose himself in the book he knew the twins were really proud of. Only, Deceit's thoughts were interrupted as arms wrapped tightly around him from behind. He stiffened, craning his neck to see who was burrowing into his back. He cringed as that someone kissed the back of his neck, a place he really hated to be touched.

Deceit glared when he saw the bright smile from Patton. It was a smile he'd gotten sick of seeing, especially since Patton constantly ignored Deceit's requests to leave him alone.

"Don't touch me," Deceit spat. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with Patton. Patton only pouted slightly.

"What are you reading?" He reached for the book, an arm still locked firmly around Deceit. He doubled over when one of Deceit's elbows collided with his stomach though, and Patton's fingers were never able to reach the book.

"I warned you," Deceit said, collecting his things. He finished off the coffee and went to put it in the sink. "And next time, I'll aim lower."

Patton spluttered, and he tried to follow Deceit, but he only managed to be flipped off and almost get smacked in the face with the door.

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diamond-coral · 3 years

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Play by the Rules

Steve x Reader, Tony x Reader, Implied Steve x Reader x Tony

Summary: Working for the powerful CEO, Tony Stark, was a nightmare. Especially when you have to deal with his new, and equally as powerful, partner; the CEO of S.H.I.E.L.D. Inc., Steve Rogers. You have a plan to leave it all behind, but Tony has his own plans for you.

This is my first writing for @ darkficsyouneveraskedfor and @ harper-emory-writes Dark Bingo challenge: crossing off the squares Blackmail and CEO AU. I’m nowhere near a bingo but I’m super excited that I’ve started !!

Warnings: 18+ only! NON-CON/DUB-CON(ORAL (M RECEIVING), INTERCOURSE, MENTION OF ANAL), BLACKMAIL, VOYEURISM, sexism in the workplace, swearing.

“We’ll review the new contract with S.H.I.E.L.D. today during the meeting. I’ll need two printed copies of it as well as a printed copy of our current one with Asgard Corp.” Tony snaps his fingers in front of your face. “Y/n, are you even listening to me?”

You look up from your notepad. “Of course, Mr. Stark. Just taking notes.”

Tony scoffs. “Wasn’t half the reason I hired you your ability to retain information without wasting time by writing things down?Since when did you start taking notes?”

Since I became willing to do anything to not have to look at you and remember that you were balls deep in me just last week.

“I’d just like everything to go smoothly for this meeting. I understand it’s a big deal for the company and for you, sir.”

Tony studies your face. “Well in the spirit of dedication, I’ll need you to stay a couple hours extra.”

You try to avoid scrunching up your features at that. Although you had been looking forward to curling up on your couch when you got home, you would never dare counter your employer, so you just nod.

“Rogers will be here in an hour,” he continues. “I’m expecting you to greet him, so I’ll have an intern go out and get you an outfit.”

“With all due respect, Mr. Stark, I believe the attire I’m currently wearing is satisfactory, is it not?”

Tony eyes your black blazer and pants paired with flats. “It’s not,” he states as he gets up from his chair across from you at your desk and fixes his tie. After pausing to consider your confused look, he elaborates. “You gotta show some more skin, sweetheart. It’s the only way a woman like you will be able to make it out here.”

Your mouth falls open as he turns and leaves you to process his offensive comment.

“Bastard,” you mumble.

You could run Stark Industries in your sleep. In fact, Tony had already appointed you head of three separate divisions as well as let you bring a few of your own original projects and ideas to life in the years you had been here. You saw your own potential and Tony had been generous enough to help you expand and experiment with it. A couple more years and you could leave Stark Industries behind to start your own company with the connections you’d already made.

Which is why you remained compliant with Tony’s every demand. No matter how much it hurt your pride (especially when a drunk hookup with him practically destroyed your pride), nothing would compare to the sweet victory of running Tony’s company into the dirt when you started your own. You did your own projections. Tony wasn’t short of enemies, and with their help and your own skill set, you’d make double the profits Tony did in half the time.

So you put up with the touches, grabs, and comments from Tony. He had such a large company to run that he barely noticed that the three divisions he absentmindedly handed to you were the most successful. You’d giggle and bat your eyelashes as long as Tony didn’t notice you practically undermining his company.

Play by the rules,

But be ferocious.

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Twenty minutes later you’re interrupted from your pile of paperwork by a soft knock.

“Come in!” you call out.

A boy with short brown hair lets himself in. You’d seen him around as Tony’s shadow.

‘What was his name again? Patrick? Pietro? Pierre?’

“Oh, Peter! How can I help you”

“Hey, Ms. L/n, Tony asked me to bring this up to you.”

Peter holds up the clear dry-cleaning bag, and it takes all your effort not to grimace at the short black pencil skirt inside. Instead, you give him a tight-lipped smile.

“You can just leave it on that chair, thank you,” you say.

As Peter leaves you get up to inspect the clothing Tony so graciously provided for you, and you notice a note attached.

leave a couple buttons undone ;) -TS

Scoffing, you throw the note in the trash as you pick up the clothes and lock your door.

You’d begrudgingly play a little eye candy knowing you’d get your revenge in a couple years.

But how much could this escalate in a couple of years?

“Stop it,” you mutter to yourself while pulling on the black blazer.

Once you're finished changing, you receive an alert that Steve Rogers had checked into the building. 15 minutes early.

You hadn’t even met the fucker and you already hated him.

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“Mr. Rogers!” you greet the blonde in a painfully cheery voice. “You’re early!”

“Well, this is an important meeting, sweetheart,” he replies, and you cringe at the pet name, handing him a clipboard and pen.

“This is just a quick confidentiality contract, Mr. Stark would like you to sign,” you inform. “Basically just saying you agree not to share any contents of the meeting or contract to any outside parties until you and Mr Stark have solidified and confirmed all aspects of your partnership.”

“Ah so Stark is already confident he’ll get a partnership with my company?” Steve muses and scribbles his signature. He looks up, handing the clipboard and pen back to you, and you motion for him to follow you down the hall.

“So what’s your role here exactly?” Steve asks, following behind you. “Are you an intern, receptionist...maybe a call-girl?”

You don’t bother turning at his teasing remark, instead answering calmly. “I run the three most successful divisions here, Mr. Rogers.”

“Impressive,” he remarks, but it sounds more of a mock from him. “And Stark still keeps you as an assistant.”

Your brows furrow at that comment. “How do you know I’m an assistant? And why would you ask what I did here if you already knew?”

“Women like you are just so fun to rile up. Stark and I had a meeting earlier in the month, and he talked of you very fondly.”

Well that didn’t sit right with you. You coordinated all of Tony’s meetings and practically created his everyday work schedule. “Mr. Stark didn’t mention meeting you already.”

“We decided to go over all possibilities of this transaction. It wasn’t much.” Steve brushes your comment off as he enters the elevator with you.

The doors close and you feel trapped. Through the short conversation you’ve had with this man, you can already tell how calculating he is. Every word, every movement, has been intricately steered by him for his benefit. And you couldn’t even begin to explain how belittled his stature made you feel; sheer power barely contained by an expensive three piece suit. The dark blue made his blue eyes more piercing in comparison. Everything about him radiated dominance. And for a woman like you who was practically clawing her way up the corporate ladder, that was a problem.

“You coming?” Steve’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He stood by the open elevator doors, arm gesturing out for you to lead. “Time is money.”

“Well then you have plenty of it, don’t rush me,” you snap.

“Feisty,” he muses, lips turning upwards.

Steve follows behind you, and you can feel his gaze burning on your ass. You’re more than grateful when you reach Tony’s door, having to refrain from frantically knocking, trying to escape the stare of the man behind you.

“Enter,” a voice calls from behind the doors.

You push open the large door and stand to the side, allowing Steve to enter the room before you.

“Mr. Stark,” Steve greets, crossing the room to give Tony a firm handshake.

“Rogers.”

The men begin to talk business and you take that as your cue to leave, turning back towards the door.

“Y/n, have a seat,” Tony calls out to you. You glance back at him and beckons you over with two fingers.

“Um, Mr. Stark, there are no other chairs,” you stammer.

“Don’t worry, doll, I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t offer a lady a place to sit,” Steve declares. You expect him to get up, but he just spreads his legs a little wider and gestures to his lap.

Eyes flitting to Tony in panic, your employer just nods and gives you look of warning as if saying ‘don’t mess this up’.

You let out a breath and hesitantly make your way to Steve.

‘How much could this escalate?’

The words from earlier rang in your head, but you brush them away and tentatively place yourself on one of his muscular thighs, angling yourself inward. You can’t hide how your face twists into a look of disdain as Steve’s arm snakes around, pulling you further up his leg so you’re back right up against his torso.

“Mr. Rogers I-” Your voice is nothing but a squeak before Tony interrupts you.

“As I was saying,” Tony interjected. “Your profits will grow exponentially if you add Stark Tech to your security services. Which is why I get 60%. I’m already doing you a favor by growing your profits.”

“I want 50/50. Stark Industries will gain consumers from S.H.I.E.L.D. We both get more buyers from the partnership, so I say it should be an even split.”

“Well we both know you’re not just getting the consumers, Rogers,” Tony spat.

That has your attention fully invested in the conversation. What could Rogers possibly get from the company that Tony would be so mad about parting from? You look down at the contract on the desk in front of you and your heart stops cold.

“Mr. Stark, why is my name on this contract?” It was there. Under ‘assets acquired’, it was the last thing, as if added as a last moment bargain.

Tony just ignores you. “Steve, you’re taking the head of Stark-Touch Smartphones, my most profitable branch, you can’t just expect things to run as efficiently when she’s gone.”

“I’m taking her twice a week, I highly doubt that’ll make much of a dent in your operations,” Steve scoffs, and you tense up. “How about this. I get her for two weeks- straight- a month, and I’ll split it 45-55.”

“Mr. Stark, what’s going on?” Your voice quivers.

“Your boss here just agreed to sell you to me, as my...assistant,” he explains, hot breath fanning your ear. His free hand that’s not on your waist moves to grip your bare thigh up your skirt. “Two weeks a month, for every month, for as long as you work for him.”

“No!” you suddenly shout, wrenching your body from his grip to stand up. “I will take the comments, I will take the stares and the touches, but I will not be whored out like this. Mr. Stark, I quit.”

Stark just tsks and rises from his chair to stand in front of you. While shorter than Steve, it still feels like he towers over you with the demeanor he holds. “That’s just it, y/n...you see, you’re not gonna be quitting to start that new company of yours.”

Your eyes practically bulge out of your head as he mentions your future plans.

“Yeah, I know, you’re not as good at hiding as you thought. At least from Peter that is. Kid’s a whiz at the computer. Had him plant a bug on your home laptop and do a little sweep of your personal account. And I gotta hand it to you, the numbers you ran? Almost perfect. Every single projection and hypothesis you had would’ve gone through. You factored in almost everything. Almost. But you forgot one thing, sweetheart.” Tony’s hand flies up to grip your jaw and uses the momentum to throw you into the wall a few feet behind you. He’s back on you in an instant, seething, as the grip on your chin is bruising. “You forgot me, bitch. You forgot what would happen if you cross Tony fucking Stark. I’m the most powerful man in America. I can ruin your life with a snap of my fingers.” Just as quickly as he was on you, Tony’s anger switches to calm, and in the blink of an eye, he’s off of you, casually smoothing his suit down. “Well more of a push of a button.”

Smirking, Tony reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone while you remain frozen in fear, glancing at Steve who just looks amused at the show in front of him. At the sound of Tony coughing to get your attention, you look back in front of you at the phone he’s now holding out. Black and white security footage is displayed on the screen, and the moment Tony presses play, you know what it is.

Your voice rings through the speaker, the moans, expletives, and begging coming out of your throat are clear as day as Tony fucks you over your desk.

“Harder, daddy!”

“Please, please, let me cum!”

Your eyes water. “Stop it,” you murmur, but the video keeps playing. “I said stop it! Please!”

Tony chuckles. “So now you understand what’s at stake here? One push of a button, one phone call to Peter, and this video will be up all over Time Square. Forget starting a company, you’ll be blackballed all over America from even being a receptionist.”

You’re defeated, your entire future crumbling before your eyes.

“What do you want from me.”

“Well I think leaving me or the company is now obviously out of the picture, so for now, I want you to give Steve here a little trial of what he just bought from me.”

“Please...please no,” you croak, but Tony just holds up his phone and raises an eyebrow.

As you start to make your way toward the other man, Tony grabs your jaw once more. “Don’t half-ass it,” he grows in your ear before shoving you to Steve.

Eyes lowered, you stand in front of Steve and shrug your blazer off. “What would you like me to do...sir?”

“Suck me off.”

You’re barely able to breathe, sinking down to your nears, as tears begin to flow freely from your eyes.

“You’re so pretty when you cry doll,” Steve murmurs under his breath.

There is no dignity left in you as you unbuckle his belt and open his fly. The soft zip is deafening to your ears, and you reach in and pull out his hardening cock.

Shit. He wasn’t even fully hard and he was big. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t send a pang down to your core.

Giving him a few shy strokes, you then place your mouth over him, hollowing your cheeks as you lightly suckle at the tip. You pull back and take a deep breath.

‘Don’t half-ass it’

You dive back in with renewed vigor, taking as much of him as you can and running your tongue across the underside of him. He’s hot and heavy in your mouth, and you find yourself pretending you were somewhere else with someone else, enjoying it. You let out a moan at his taste and Steve responds with his own groan, hand caressing your hair as you slightly speed up. His hand winds itself into your hair, and he begins thrusting his hips up into your mouth, extracting a whimper from you. Each buck of his hips turns harsher as his hand pushes down on your head to force his entire length down your throat, and at this point, you’re drooling onto his expensive slacks. He’s about to cum and you feel it; his thrusts becoming erratic and his entire body tensing, but before you can speed up and get this nightmare over with, he wrenches you off his dick and pulls you into a heated kiss, hands coming up to grope you all over.

You let out a startled squeal as both hands grasp your blouse and rip it down the middle, buttons flying everywhere, before he proceeds to do the same to the black lacy bra you're wearing.

“Ride me,” he commands.

All shame has left you at this point as you proceed to straddle him, your skirt now bunched up at your waist, and sink down on his length. The mewl that comes out of you is from how his girth is stretching you, and after what seems like eternity, you’re bottomed out and unable to move.

“Move,” he orders.

“I can’t,” you whine. “It-it’s too much.”

“Move.”

You let out another whimper as you slowly raise yourself a couple inches and sink back down, feeling every single vein on his cock brush against your walls. A few more attempts later, Steve grows impatient. A low growl is torn from his lips while he grabs your hips tight and slams you back down on his impossibly hard length.

You can barely hear the string of strangled screams and moans as he brutally thrusts into you, moving your body up and down and using you for his own pleasure. Every punishing plunge into your cunt punches the air from your lungs, and Steve’s groans are animalistic.

You glance over to the side to see Tony fisting his own dick, and the only thing that tears you away from staring at him is a particularly hard thrust from the man in the chair below you.

“Fuck, doll, your gripping me so tight,” Steve grunts.

The sound of skin slapping and the squelching of your now wet pussy is so overwhelming you don’t even register another set of hands on your waist.

“Bend her over more, Rogers. I wanna fuck her ass.”

#dark!tony stark #dark!tony x reader #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve x reader

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Superpower TS Fic Recs

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What You Can Stand by manyfandomsonelog

Status: Incomplete, Work In Progress

Summary: Virgil tried so, so hard to avoid becoming a supervillain. He really did. But when your superpower is literally manifesting a person's worst fears, it's a hard thing to avoid. Still, he really, really tried. Even when his own parents feared him. Even when the whole school feared him. Even when he hated himself and his Propensity so much that he wanted to give in. He might've succeeded, if he hadn't met him- Roman Reyes, AKA Roman Spectacular, AKA The Prince, AKA the worst thing that has ever happened to him (which is saying something).

Relationships: Prinxiety, Logicality

CW: Psychological stuff, nightmares, bullying, physical harm, spiders, panic attacks, suicidal thoughts, brief discussion of racism, self-hatred, bomb, explosion, blood, injury, bad/abusive parenting, imprisonment, fire, homophobia, pedophilia mention, discussion of child abuse, evidence of physical abuse, sexual innuendo, anxious thoughts, death, funeral, flashback, reference to sex, fairly aggressive arguing and yelling, public speaking, secondhand embarrassment

My thoughts: My quarantine savior!!! I started the fic like a week into quarantine, so I really mean that literally. The characterization is absolutely fantastic--I love seeing all of them interact. It’s so natural and fun and interesting. The plot is also just wonderful--one thing keeps happening after another and these guys just cannot seem to get a break. The pacing is awesome, and whether it’s a character or plot chapter, you just can’t look away. Log is such a fantastic writer and a wonderful person, so if you like awesome prinxiety, superpowers and secret identities, trust and betrayal, humor and angst, you really need to read this one!

Rewind by ravenclawicecream

Status: Incomplete, Work In Progress

Summary: When a group of superheroes show up to kill him, it's just another Wednesday for Virgil Messana. After five years of being on the run, he's used to the idea people want him dead. That fact is just an unfortunate side effect of having the power to destroy everything you touch. What does surprise him, however, is when he finds himself agreeing to join those superheros and become part of the team. It's not long until Virgil learns that all the heroes have chapters of their lives they'd rather keep unpublished, along with events they'd rather not relive. And, as he spends more time with the team, he realizes that he may know certain members much better than he'd originally thought. Virgil longs for a moment to figure everything out but by then it's too late. He's already caught up in a bigger scheme; one where they no longer have the power to control their own destinies. With every movement monitored and every action proven to be calculated, the lines between allies and enemies blur, leaving Virgil caught in between. When the stakes are inevitably raised, the remaining heroes must do all they can to change the future of the world. But time has always been a cruel master, and sometimes the only answer is to rewind.

Relationships: Loceit, Logicality, Prinxiety, Remile

CW: Major Character Death, Murder

My thoughts: Gosh, I wish this one got more love. It’s probably the MCD tag, so understandable, but also take into consideration the time travel tag and perhaps give it a chance? I feel like this fic is setting up for so much, and I cannot wait to see how it all goes down. I have so many questions for this fic which is always a good sign (so many that I may have freaked the author out with my WALL of questions on chapter three don’t worry about it /j). Please. Read. This.

Powerless by patentpending

Status: Complete

Summary: “People like us,” Logan had once remarked to Virgil. “Are statistical anomalies.”(Almost) Everyone in the world has powers. As for those who don’t, well, they’re such a small part of the population - only 0.04% - why would anyone care about them?Ever since he realized what people mean when they call him Powerless, Virgil Sanders has tried to fight back against the system that oppresses people like him, Patton, and Logan. When Patton’s bakery is targeted in a hate crime, he finally snaps. With the help of a mysterious sponsor, Virgil becomes a villain, ready to remake a broken society. The only thing standing in his way is the world’s most Powerful (and infuriatingly charming) superhero: The Prince, who is hiding the fact that his gilded life isn’t as perfect as it may seem.

Relationships: Prinxiety, Logicality, Roman/Female Fanon Character

CW: Classism, Unreliable Narrator, Thinly Veiled Criticism of Society, emetophobia, violence, gun mention, implied suicide attempt, dub-con, mentions of blood, graphic depictions of a riot, non-graphic description of a wound, possessive and abusive behavior, kid being kicked out of the house by parent, kidnapping, kinda torture (?), body horror, gore, graphic descriptions of injuries, emotional abuse, police brutality, pain and injury, burning building, swearing, vomiting, murder, panic attack, dysphoria, misgendering, minor character death, major character death, self deprecating talk, mentions of suicide

My thoughts: Well, doing a TS superhero rec without Powerless is just treason. I don’t know--I’m trying to figure out a way to describe it and instead launching up to pace around the room with an instant replay of different scenes in my head. I mean, the grocery store chapter?!?! This stuff lives in my head rent free. The characterization, the banter, the tension, the motives--I can’t describe it y’all. Just, if you love yourselves (love yourselves, please <3) then just go read it. Or reread it. Do that for yourselves.

Waterspout by Greenninjagal

Status: Complete

Summary: "Hail!” The boy says all smug smiles that Virgil immediately hates. “You’re Recluse aren’t you?”As if there was some other spider themed weirdo who clung to buildings in their free time.“No,” Virgil says, because he can. *** Virgil finds himself stuck on the side of a building in a rainstorm and is helped by an annoying-admittedly attractive-guy.

Relationships: Prinxiety

CW: Mild cursing, storms

My thoughts: This one is very cute. Virgil is a spiderman-like hero who went up a waterspout, and down comes some rain trying to wash him out. Roman comes to help, they banter a bit, and, maybe, there’s a little surprise at the end. I would not mind more of this AU. In fact, I would love it. But that should not discount how wonderfully made a oneshot it is either. The author wrote it perfectly for the length it is, presenting the charm of the characters, great plot and symbolism, and left me wanting more at the same time. Definitely go check this one out.

Technically. It’s A Secret by supervillain

Status: Incomplete, Work In Progress

Summary: Virgil Storm, the adopted son of a reality TV star with telekinesis was born without a power. That's been a problem for him all his life. His only friend is Patton Vega, his only chance at romance the irritating Cros Corson--until he gets a job at a top-secret facility, playing babysitter to a bunch of kids with dangerous powers and even more dangerous minds. Kids who happen to be exactly his age.Yeah, this is going to be a piece of cake, especially when the enigmatic villain Believe (aka Roman Torres) takes a liking to Virgil. And even worse, when Virgil starts to more than like him back. Pull in some evil mad scientists, a plague created to decimate the world, a murderous villain, an obnoxious stalker, and the greatest Kinetic the world has ever known, and you're in for a hell of a ride.

Relationships: Prinxiety, Logicality

CW: Anxiety attacks, arson, murder, minor character death, blood, spiders, being eaten alive, falling, death, sleeping, fighting, cop mention

My thoughts: I’m behind on this one, and I wanted to catch up on it before I posted this rec list. Today is the last Friday of the year though, so I decided to just go ahead and do it. I love this fic a ton so far, and I can’t wait to read more. I can tell the author put a lot of thought into writing the world and characters, and that the plot is interesting and deliberate. There’s mysteries unfolding which intrigues me So Bad. It’s a super interesting one, so I’d say go read it!

#fic recs #sanders sides #ts #friday fic recs #prinxiety #NOTE: the two that have a wall of CWs are mostly just warnings from the beginnings of chapters #which means they can be skipped over fairly easily #so today is the last friday of the year (holy snit) so i wanted to get this out #i've been trying to make this list since like may but i don't read a whole lot of superpower aus #hope everyone is having a great one!

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laynavile · 4 years

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They're Hungry For My Skin (Teeth Wide Smiling That They Found Me)

Pairing : Hannigram (Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter)

Word Count : 55k+

Warnings : Alpha Hannibal, Omega Will, Supernatural Creature Will, Intersex Omegas, Mpreg, Canon Typical Violence, Cannibalism, Murder, Daddy Kink, Lactation Kink, Pregnant Sex, Labor & Delivery, Mentions Of Past Childhood Sexual Abuse/Molestation, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Forced Abortion, Vaginal Sex

Summary : Dr. Hannibal Lecter was running out of time, his prime would be ending soon and while he'd never wanted children of his own, he did not want his bloodline to end. He has never been interested in typical omegas, luckily for him, a former patient may be able to help him. Mason often spoke of an unruly omega during his sessions--if even half of what Mason had said was true then the omega would be perfect for Hannibal.

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#alayna writes #a/b/o hannigram au #hannigram #bought omega au #supernatural creature!will graham au #hannibal

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kitsunewolf95 · 5 years

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The Smell of Dust In The Wind

Chapter 2 - Pages 57-58

WARNING. The following comic contains dark themes; strong language, self-harm, mental and physical abuse, hints and mentions of non-con/rape. There will also be mild honeymustard involved.

The. long. awaited. hug. is. finally. happening~

Okay, my heart physically hurt when I sketched out that last panel, but fucking hell am I proud of page 58. I am incredibly proud of how Red's expression turned out in the 2nd panel, and the same goes for Pap's in the 5th one.

When it comes to Red's dialogue in page 58, it is not jibberish. Here's a bit of a clarification: ".....it......it.......h...ts.......s...so....mu........." ".....I......I'm....s...rry........I'm...s-so........f-f....ing.....path...ic........" It's up to you to fill in the gaps~

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#undertale #underfell #underswap #underfell sans #underswap sans #fell #swap #sans #papyrus #honeymustard #tsoditw #kitdraws

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wri0thesley · 3 years

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i wanted to say the stuff you said about dark content was eye opening for me! i enjoy dark content but stuff like abuse & noncon/dubcon are triggering for me since i'm a survivor & i assumed people who consumed that content are romanticizing my trauma (didn't help that there was a ship week on twitter where they called those prompts "spicy") & you helped me realize that's not the case! i've been following you for a long time & never had a problem with these things before so maybes its a me thing

hi anon! it’s totally valid to not like the more intense dark content and to blacklist/ignore certain specific contents within them - the tumblr blacklist and the block button both exist for a reason! i totally understand survivors who don’t like dark content and don’t want to see it, i just happen to not be one of them and find it therapeutic to be in ‘charge’ of the encounters (either by stopping writing, being able to make readers fight back, or by stopping reading) in a way i never got to be in real life! i don’t like the term ‘romanticisation’ personally because i feel like most dark content creators - who are warning readers what they’re going to get into, who are tagging properly, who are open about not condoning it - aren’t romanticising or normalising it in a way they would be if they just slipped it into a fic unwarned like it’s normal and romantic for it to be there. i don’t know exactly if that makes sense but that’s how i draw my personal line between romanticisation and normalisation!

anyway what i’m saying is that you should engage with people’s content, most importantly, on a level that is safe and comfortable and non-triggering for you! if that means you like dark content but you prefer, say, a character x reader where you both start out in love and the character just begins to get exceedingly over-protective and wants to take care of you in an all-encompassing way, that’s just as valid as the people who enjoy dark content who want to be kidnapped and forced into being the housespouse of their villainous fave!

i’m happy that i could help you see things both ways but you should absolutely never compromise your own personal safety and mental health! i love u and if you ever need me to tag anything i’m not already doing, pls reach out and let me know! <3

#nat.txt #dark content for ts #non con mention for ts #dub con mention for ts #abuse mention for ts #yandere mention for ts #Anonymous

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italian-sides · 4 years

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“Ombre e Bastoni”, ch. 1

Hello everyone! Today I’m back with a fanfic written by the amazing and wonderful @misslilidelaney almost over a year and half ago?, which i tried to translate in English, while at the same time keeping some key Italian words in it. A huge thank you goes also to @watcher-from-the-heights for being my extraordinary beta all the freaking time. I also @ts-italian-gang because they’re all great people and i hope they’ll enjoy this too! There will be some translations at the end of the fic, but please lemme know if you don’t understand something, I’ll gladly answer your questions! Well, enjoy! Pairing: Deceit Sanders x Emile Picani; implied!Logicality

TW: the italian version of a swear word, mentions of alcohol, and non-consensual staring at body parts (?) Whenever Emilio Picani walked into the Dolce&Remi, all heads turned. Maybe it was his everlasting teenager vibe despite having been in his thirties for some time. Maybe it was the way his light brown hair brushed the frame of his glasses. Maybe it was the bright burst of joy that radiated with every step he took. Or maybe, simply, because he was excruciatingly hot. Everyone, in the clique of Remo Stella's friends, including himself, got a more or less significant crush on the psychologist. His brother Romolo was the first to flirt with him in a rather shameless way, getting knocked down with a feather when the handsome Picani delicately declined his offer. Luca looked at Emilio's eyes - and maybe also at his ass - for a long time in a dreamy way, before placing his own pair of eyes on those surrounded by ephelids belonging to Emilio's cousin, Patrizio, and realizing that those were the eyes he wanted to look at forever. Virgilio never said anything about it, but Remo was quite convinced that his choice to enroll in Psychology at university was not entirely accidental. On his hand, Remo limited himself to get over his crush when he learned that Emilio was looking for someone to share rent with, and decided to offer one of the rooms in his apartment to house the psychologist, at least until he found another arrangement - which didn't happen, not even three years later. While living with him, Remo understood that Emilio was as adorable as he was terribly distracted and messy, and he took him more as a clumsy older brother than a possible companion. And there was the closet situation, of course. Despite hanging out with the most queer souls of Bologna, Emilio never did a coming out of any kind, so in reality only Patrizio could probably know if he spent time with them only because they were interesting lost causes or because, in the end, he was also part of the closet too. Not that it mattered, anyway, because when Patrizio brought the psychologist, who had just moved from Verona, to the bar for the first time, the whole company "adopted" him almost automatically, either because of the Cool Cousin Effect™ or because, in the end, Emilio was a truly exquisite person, who managed to impress everyone. Well, almost everyone. If there was a person who couldn't stand the psychologist, it was undoubtedly Remo's dishwasher-handyman, Giuda Schiavon. After moving from what he called "la terra dei mussatti" [1], that is Venice and his mosquitoes, to study at the University of Bologna, he gave up on it during the second semester of his third year, finding various little jobs before landing at Dolce&Remì and being accepted by Remo and Tommaso. Remo doubted that he really had the chance to have all those work experiences, but Tommaso liked the commitment that Giuda put into doing things, so the owner of the bar agreed to keep him. Giuda appeared like a good person, even if everyone seemed to have noticed that he loved to exaggerate things, especially regarding his past in Venice, and Virgilio once sentenced, sipping his coffee: "He tells things as if they were true.", something everyone nodded to. But if Giuda was good at hiding his emotions behind layers and layers of nonsense, it was clear as the sun that he, unlike everyone else, couldn't suffer Emilio. As soon as the young man got into the bar, or showed up for the clique's nights out, Giuda had always, and invariably, something to do. When they were out, he would get a text that forced him to go elsewhere; when he was at work, suddenly he had to go and do something in the kitchen.Emilio tried several times to speak with him, but Giuda always cut him short in a bad way. Remo found it irritating, but Emilio didn't say much at home about it, and Giuda eventually continued to do his job well. Lately, he made up his mind that the bar's wine list was not interesting enough, and started suggesting typical wines from the Veneto region, which Tommaso decided to try, and that everyone seemed to like. Paradoxically, the happiest of them all was Emilio himself, whom Remo knew was a wine lover: "Really, I would have expected everything, except that here in Bologna I would have drunk such a good Millesimato di Conegliano [2]! Guys, really, I love Emilian wines but here you're really spoiling me. Last week's Garda Chardonnay [2] was divine!" Tommaso gloated and indicated the kitchen boy struggling with a tray full of glasses: "You must thank Giuda, Emi. He's the one who's coming up with Veneto wines." Emilio darkened for a moment, looking down at his feet. Remo didn't even have the time to comment that the veronese came out with a ringing: "Thanks for the wine, Giuda!", which followed up with a disaster that definitely opened the bartender's eyes. "GHESBORO!” [3], the Venetian shouted, while the tray flew out of his hand, shattering the six glasses on it. With his face flushed from... anger?, he turned to Emilio and hissed, mordant: "You're welcome." before leaving for the umpteenth time in search of the broom. The veronese darkened further, and Patrizio put a hand on his back, without saying anything, while the hamsters in Remo's brain slowly started to move. With an agile bounce, he passed the massacre of glasses and reached Giuda in the broom's closet, where he was about to say something before hearing him speak: "Ma ghesboro. [3] That's not possible! Right in front of him!" the young man was saying with bitterness, while putting on his yellow dishwashing gloves to be able to collect the glasses without hurting himself. And it was at that moment that the hamsters in Remo's head understood how to run on the wheel. All the distancings, all the tension, his always getting away but remaining within reach of conversation. Giuda asked the boys to bring more Veneto wines because Emilio often said that he would have wanted to be a sommelier, if he hadn't become a psychologist. Giuda knew it. Giuda always listened. And as they looked each other in the eyes, Remo visibly shocked and Giuda flushed with embarrassment, the roman finally understood. Giuda had a terrible crush on Emilio. [1] transl: "the land of mussatti", in which "mussatti" is the venetian dialect term for "mosquitos" [2]: they're two famous Veneto wines [3]: according to the Urban Dictonary, "Venetian slang meaning literally "I ejaculate on it", an expression of anger or surprise. Expression of very common use." So... did you like it?! I really hope you did, because there will be other chapters later on and I can’t wait to share them with you all! See ya around, ciao! <3

Ciao a tutti! Oggi torno con una fanfiction scritta dalla fantastica e meravigliosa @misslilidelaney, ormai un anno fa, circa?, che ho cercato di tradurre il più possibile in inglese, pur mantenendo qualche parola in italiano. Spero vi piaccia! Quando Emilio Picani entrava al Dolce&Remì, tutte le teste si giravano. Forse era la sua aria da perenne ragazzino nonostante avesse da un pezzo raggiunto i trent'anni. Forse era per come i capelli castano chiaro sfioravano la montatura degli occhiali. Forse era l'aria di gioia che irradiava luminosa ad ogni suo passo. O forse perché, semplicemente, era un figo atroce. Tutti, nella compagnia degli amici di Remo Stella, lui incluso, si erano presi una cotta più o meno pesante per lo psicologo. Suo fratello Romolo era stato il primo a provarci in maniera abbastanza spudorata, rimanendoci di sasso quando il bel Picani aveva declinato con tatto la sua offerta. Luca aveva guardato per un bel pezzo gli occhi - e un po' anche il culo - di Emilio con fare sognante, prima di posare i propri su quelli contornati di efelidi del cugino Patrizio, e rendersi conto che erano quelli, gli occhi che avrebbe voluto guardare per sempre. Virgilio non aveva mai detto nulla a riguardo, ma Remo era abbastanza convinto che la sua scelta di iscriversi a Psicologia non fosse del tutto casuale. Dal canto suo, Remo si era limitato a farsi passare la cotta quando aveva saputo che Emilio cercava qualcuno con cui dividere l'affitto, e aveva deciso di offrire una delle stanze del suo appartamento per ospitare lo psicologo, almeno fino a quando non avrebbe trovato un'altra sistemazione - cosa che, a distanza di tre anni, ancora non era successa. Vivendo assieme a lui aveva capito che era adorabile quanto incasinato e tremendamente distratto, e Remo lo aveva preso più come un maldestro fratello maggiore, che per un possibile compagno. E c'era la situazione Armadio, ovviamente. Nonostante girasse con le anime più gay della città, Emilio non aveva fatto nessun genere di coming out, quindi in realtà solo Patrizio poteva, probabilmente, sapere se girasse con loro solo perché erano degli interessanti casi umani o perché alla fine faceva anche lui parte della Parrocchia. Non che agli altri interessasse; infatti quando Patrizio aveva portato nel bar per la prima volta lo psicologo, appena trasferitosi da Verona, tutta la compagnia lo aveva "adottato" quasi in automatico, vuoi per l'effetto Cugino Figo™ o perché alla fine, Emilio era una persona davvero squisita, che faceva colpo su chiunque. O quasi. Se c'era una persona che invece non riusciva a sopportare lo psicologo, quello era indubbiamente il lavapiatti-tuttofare di Remo, Giuda Schiavon. Trasferitosi da quella che lui chiamava "La terra dei Mussatti", ovvero Venezia e le sue zanzare, per studiare all'università di Bologna ma si era arreso ed aveva mollato al secondo giro di terzo anno, trovandosi vari lavoretti prima di approdare al Dolce&Remì e venir accolto da Remo e Tommaso. Remo dubitava che avesse davvero avuto modo di avere tutte quelle esperienze lavorative, ma a Tommaso piaceva l'impegno che Giuda metteva nel fare le cose, quindi il titolare del bar aveva acconsentito a tenerlo. Giuda sembrava una brava persona, anche se un po' tutti sembravano aver notato che amava ingigantire le cose, specialmente per quanto riguardava il suo passato a Venezia, e Virgilio una volta aveva sentenziato, sorseggiando il suo caffè: "Le racconta che le par vere.", cosa a cui tutti avevano annuito. Ma se Giuda era bravo a nascondere le sue emozioni dietro strati e strati di baggianate, era chiaro come il sole che lui, al contrario di tutti, Emilio non lo poteva soffrire. Non appena il giovane uomo entrava nel bar, o si presentava alle loro serate fuori, Giuda aveva sempre, invariabilmente, qualcosa da fare. Quando erano fuori, gli arrivava un messaggio che lo costringeva ad andare altrove; quando era a lavoro, improvvisamente doveva andare a fare qualcosa in cucina. Emilio aveva più volte cercato di parlare con lui, ma Giuda tagliava sempre corto in malo modo. Remo trovava la cosa irritante, ma Emilio non diceva molto a casa a riguardo, e Giuda alla fine continuava a fare bene il suo lavoro. Ultimamente, si era messo in testa che la carta dei vini del bar non fosse abbastanza interessante, ed aveva iniziato a proporre vini tipici del Veneto, cosa che Tommaso aveva deciso di provare, e sembravano piacere a tutti. Paradossalmente, il più contento di tutti era proprio Emilio, che Remo sapeva essere un appassionato di vini. "Davvero, tutto mi sarei aspettato, tranne che qui a Bologna avrei bevuto un Millesimato di Conegliano così buono! Ragazzi, veramente, amo i vini emiliani ma qui mi state veramente viziando. La settimana scorsa avete messo il Garda Chardonnay che era divino!" Tommaso aveva gongolato ed indicato il lavapiatti, alle prese con un vassoio pieno di bicchieri.

"Devi ringraziare Giuda, Emi. È lui che sta proponendo vini veneti." Emilio si era rabbuiato per un attimo, abbassando lo sguardo. Remo non aveva nemmeno fatto in tempo a commentare che il veronese se n'era uscito con uno squillante: "Grazie per il vino, Giuda!" che aveva dato seguito ad un disastro che aveva aperto definitivamente gli occhi del barista. "GHESBORO!" Aveva gridato il veneziano, mentre il vassoio gli era volato di mano, facendo frantumare i sei bicchieri presenti. Rosso in viso per la... rabbia? si era girato verso Emilio ed aveva sibilato, caustico: "Prego." prima di andarsene per l'ennesima volta alla ricerca della scopa. Il veronese si era rabbuiato ulteriormente, e Patrizio gli aveva messo una mano sulla schiena, senza dire niente, mentre i criceti nel cervello di Remo avevano, lentamente, iniziato a muoversi. Con uno scatto agile, aveva superato la strage di bicchieri e raggiunto Giuda nello stanzino delle scope, dove stava per dirgli qualcosa prima di sentirlo parlare. "Ma ghesboro. Ma non è possibile. Davanti a lui." stava dicendo con amarezza il giovane mentre si metteva i guanti da piatti gialli per poter raccogliere i vetri senza farsi male. Ed era in quel momento che i criceti nella testa di Remo avevano capito come si correva sulla ruota. Tutti gli allontanamenti, tutta la tensione, il suo allontanarsi sempre però restando a portata di conversazione. Giuda aveva chiesto ai ragazzi di portare più vini veneti perché Emilio aveva detto spesso che avrebbe voluto fare il sommelier, se non fosse diventato psicologo. Giuda lo sapeva. Giuda ascoltava sempre. E mentre si guardavano negli occhi, Remo sconvolto e Giuda rosso di imbarazzo, il romano aveva finalmente capito. Giuda aveva una tremenda cotta per Emilio.

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sciogli-lingua · 6 years

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Tuscan Dialect

As requested by @moonstruckgay, here goes a quick overview of the Italian spoken in Tuscany toscani perdonatemi se scrivo scemenze, non sono del posto

Is Tuscan dialect really a thing?

Yes and no. The dialect spoken in Florence in the 14th century was actually the foundation for the creation of standard Italian, which is why Tuscan isn’t traditionally perceived as a “regular” dialect: the regional varieties spoken in Tuscany are therefore often called “vernacoli”, to differentiate them from other Italian dialects. In recent years, however, the term dialect is increasingly being applied to these varieties as well in scientific literature.

Is there only one Tuscan dialect?

There are quite a lot of them, actually! In 1977 Giovan Battista Pellegrini outlined seven (fiorentino, senese, toscano occidentale, aretino, grossetano-amiatino and apuano), but the truth is you might find even more, set apart by small and large differences. Still, there are a few traits that stay more or less consistent throughout the whole area: let’s have a look at them.

Phonetics

The most famous phenomenon is probably what is known as Tuscan gorgia: the voiceless stops /k/, /t/ and /p/ are pronounced as fricative consonants ([h], [θ] and [ɸ]) in post-vocalic position (when not blocked by syntactic gemination, but we’ll get to that one later). This is why in Italy we feel compelled to ask every Florentine specimen we ever come across to pronounce the infamous sentence: “vorrei una Coca-Cola con la cannuccia corta corta”, and then rejoice in seeing them aspirate every single “c” while they surely wish us a slow and painful death

This so-called gorgia also affects other consonants, like /g/, /d/ or /b/, and the affricates /ʤ/ and /ʧ/, which respectively become [ʒ] and [ʃ].

This phenomenon is at ist strongest in Florence and Siena, but can be observed in other areas as well. In the Arno valley, the fricativisation of /k/ is pretty consistent.

The affrication of /s/ is also common, albeit a little less: when preceded by /r/, /l/ or /n/, the voiceless s might turn into a voiceless alveolar affricate ([ts]).

This is common in the whole region (as well as central Italy in general), except for the area of Florence and Prato.

We mentioned syntactic gemination before, so let’s get a little more into detail about that: it’s a pretty common phenomenon in Italian, where, under certain circumstances, the first letter of a word is doubled in pronunciation. It usually happens after words stressed on the last syllable (ex. perché mai? will sound like perché mmai?), after a stressed monosyllable (ex. è giusto? --> è ggiusto?), with a couple of unstressed monosyllables such as the preposition “a”. In Tuscany, however, other words such as “dove”, “come” or “da” might trigger the phenomenon, so you’re likely to hear things like “dove vvai?”, “come vva?” or “da ccasa”.

Morphology

As it happens in a number of regional varieties of Italian, the object pronoun “te” is sometimes used as a subject instead of “tu”.

Ex. Tu ci hai capito qualcosa? --> Te ci hai capito qualcosa? (”Did you catch any of that?”)

The use of noi + impersonal si is also viewed as very characteristic. If you know French, it might be easier to assimilate this to the use of “on”: we’re talking about a group of people, and the subject should formally be “noi”, only it’s replaced by “si”, and the verb is subsequently conjugated to the third person singular. This might look more immediate with an example.

Let’s imagine you want to say that you had lunch at a resaurant. In standard Italian, that would be “(noi) abbiamo mangiato al ristorante”; in Tuscany, you might hear “(noi) s’è mangiato al ristorante” instead.

Possessive pronouns like mio, tuo or suo might also sound a little different. When they’re placed before a noun, they may in fact lose their endings (mi’, tu’, su’)! This, while being a common phenomenon in central Italy in general, can lead to iconic expressions such as “il mi’ babbo” (my father).

Finally, let’s touch briefly on the verbs. Fare (to do) and andare (to go) both have a regional form for the first person singular in the present tense: fo instead of standard Italian (io) faccio, and vo instead of (io) vado.

The last feature I’m going to mention is the loss of infinitival ending -re, which results in such forms as perdere --> pèrde, or andare --> andà (this is quite common in central Italy as a whole).

Lexicon

I won’t really elaborate on this, as my knowledge of these regional varieties is limited, but of course there are words you’re more likely to see used in Tuscany than elsewhere, such as babbo for papà (”dad”), ghiaccio/a meaning ghiacciato/a, molto freddo (”freezing cold”) or the demonstrative prounoun codesto, now obsolete in standard Italian, used to identify an object far from the speaker, but near the listener.

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I can't believe some people are getting angry at Tom over his dog. Because he's shared the dogs name in casual conversation but not with a blatant fan who's paid to meet him? Sorry, is he not allowed to talk to people at the park or tube like a normal person? People saying"well he told us the dogs name" no, he told people in everyday conversation. Whatever he does some fans call him a hypocrite.

Thanks to the dog anon for clearing up some things. Makes sense that Tom wasn't so forthcoming with answering questions about Bobby in Chicago when he knows the fan knows Bobby's name already. As the anon said, that's disingenuous. Also, great reasoning for why Tom would be fine talking about Bobby to strangers he meets versus confirming info to fans that they would have only known through online gossip or pap pics. The first one is his choice, the second one isn't.

O lord dam if he does dam if he doesn’t. I’m hoping he doesn’t post pictures of his dog. It was cute with CE in the beginning but then it was like yeah ok. I’m not so bothered with Tom not using his SM bc when does surprise us it’s like all my Christmas’s have come at once. Will probably get more once he’s back at work.

I think Tom is a naturally friendly person but also wary of fans and media spreading things. I'm not surprised the two things conflict and seem "hypocritical" - it must be difficult enough from his POV to be able to act like a normal person but also keep aware of things going too far. I mostly feel bad for him, not angry and offended like a baby.

His dog's name is all over internet only because he has talked about it with strangers and revealed the name to the random people - - - - > no, his dogs name is all over the Internet because that woman stalked him, acted friendly, then chose to publicise the info. Arguably he could be "more careful" but you can't blame him for being polite and sociable in a non-fan environment. Honestly, I think some of this anger is because it puts the spotlight on us fans doing things he's not 100% okay with.

What did I completely miss here? Has Tom been rude or not wanting to talk about bobby, like what is all this about and I can’t seem to find the original source on your blog?!

First of: where’s that story where someone said he showed her pictures of himself and bobby from his phone? And second: Tom is not being weird for not wanting to talk about his dog. He was the same way about TS. He want to keep it private but he also has said before that he lives his life like any other person, and just hopefully people respect his privacy. Which they don’t, and then I can understand why he would be a little off. If he even was.

Thanks to the anon who explained the conversation. I didn't feel personally insulted, I felt like he blames his fans and I do find that act wrong. It is my opinion. I became his fan after Ragnarok and it is weird what he has done before (2017) and what he is doing right now. Of course people will say it is because of "only" fans and media again but I don't feel in that way.

Why are people so obsessed with Tom's dog and his take on the whole matter is beyond me. But I'm the weird one, I guess. I don't obsess over my faves private life. I think, once again, this attitude is what makes him retreat and not share anything anymore. One more thing, are you going to leave tumblr or will you use both blogs? Thanks.

About Tom not sharing things or talking to strangers about some things and not doing the same with fans in context like the cons, it's not lack of consistency imo, it's where this stalkerish attitude many fans show has lead him (using the dog as a deflection for the new album made me roll my eyes). I would act exactly the same. We are having what we deserve, given how we treated him.

OK, last (second-last) dog post - and these are the comments from all sides, I think.

The story was an IG post after the BFI event, where an (apparent) Swifty was talking about how she had a long chat with him and he showed her pics on the phone.

And yes, I agree it’s absolutely different talking to a random person in the park (who may or may not be a slight fan), and giving info at a con, where there are thousands of people lined up, who will all want the same thing. Again, I mentioned the interview from 2016 where one guy wanted a selfie, and he said he couldn’t just take one, as there was a whole lineup of people there he’d said no to. It’s kind of an extension of that - 1 or 2 people at an event is different from tons in a time-constrained lineup. Hope that makes sense. It would also seem incredibly rude if he refused to talk to a person in the park/on the tube, etc.

And I will probably be using both - I’m still working on getting the other set up to my satisfaction (which will be never, but whatever).

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