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mollymauk-teafleak · 3 years

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My very first ThanZag fic!! It’s Modern AU and its soft and it has Mort!!

Huge thanks to @minky-for-short who this fic is written for and also to my girlfriend @spiky-lesbian who knows absolutely nothing about this game but her review was ‘SOFT BOYS’

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Thanatos finds himself moving into his boyfriend's cramped little apartment with all its leaky pipes and street corner furniture and damp.

It's going to be a bit of an adjustment.

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When they had announced they were moving in together, everyone had automatically assumed they’d be moving into Thanatos’ place. His neat, well kept, painstakingly decorated apartment in the heart of the city with it’s sunken living room and immense kitchen and windows that opened up onto a stunning vista of the skyline, all of it near new and barely used. Plenty of room for both of them, everything they could need, people didn’t think to ask and simply assumed that they would be starting their lives together there.

Thanatos had rather assumed the same.

But here he was, standing in the closest thing he had to casual clothes, surrounded by cardboard boxes into which his neat, well kept life had been hastily bundled, looking around the battered, cramped little apartment his boyfriend owned and trying to think of it as home.

His home. Their home.

Zag was darting around the place, full of energy as he always was when he got nervous, trying to help Than unpack but making a rather bad job of it. The moving truck had left half an hour ago and already two mugs had been broken and they’d bumped into each other six times, with less than one box worth of stuff actually being put away.

Not that Than was paying much attention. He was moving through the shoebox of an apartment, with it’s tiny kitchen and the living room with the sagging, patchy leather couch that he knew Zag got off a street corner, the bathroom barely big enough for one person let alone two, the bedroom that had less than an inch of space around the double bed Than had bought. Or, rather, it would when they finally got around to putting it together.

He got back to where he’d started in less than twenty paces. Standing inside this claustrophobic chaos, Thanatos took a very slow, very careful sigh.

“You’re not happy, are you?”

Than turned to see his boyfriend standing in his- their- bedroom doorway, finally stopped and, in doing so, letting his anxiety catch up with him and show clearly on his face.

Thanatos chided himself sharply and moved towards Zagreus, cupping his face in his hands. He was perpetually cold and Zag always ran a few degrees hotter than usual so, together, they were always perfect. They always gave each other what they needed.

“I am deliriously, completely happy, Zagreus,” Than murmured softly, surprising himself with how much he meant the words, “And that is because I am getting to share more of my life with you.”

“But we should have gone to your place, this was a ridiculous idea,” Zag sighed but they’d had this conversation before and Than knew what to say.

He’d not always felt that with Zagreus, as their relationship had shifted awkwardly from childhood friends to what they had now, as the words had stuck in their throats and refused to come. But now he could hardly remember a time when he hadn’t loved this man with all his heart and he hadn’t felt completely himself around him. Not Death, not the son of Nyx, not the Reaper. Just Thanatos. Than, even.

“It will take some adjustment,” he smiled and kissed his forehead, “But I know just how much this place means to you. It’s your freedom, it’s your independence. I know how hard you fought to break away from your father and I...well, I’m just glad you brought me along.”

Finally Zag relaxed into his hand and a smile tugged at his lips, “Could argue that you followed me…”

Than chuckled, “The one time I ever broke the rules and look where it’s got me.”

Zag laughed with him, his eyes lighting up with a new frantic energy, a happy one this time. He responded to most emotions like a child who’d had too much sugar.

“Come on, I think I’ve figured out how I can fit your insanely big mug collection into the cupboard,” he was already off, dragging boxes out and ripping them open, “Or books! We could start on your books, I know you have that weird system…”

“It’s the Dewey Decimal System, Zagreus, libraries have been using it for centuries…” Than rolled his eyes, aware that his boyfriend wasn’t really listening, allowing himself to be pulled along in Zag’s rushing currents as always.

They worked quite happily for a while, Zag kicking his old radio to life and blasting some cheesy classics that somehow made the job more bearable when you sang along to them. For hours they sorted through the boxes, pulling out things Than had forgotten he even owned, finding the strange and amusing ways their very different personalities and very different lives fit together.

Before too long the closet was stuffed with alternating neat pinstripe suits and gym clothes, expensive black peacoats and hoodies plucked from thrift stores with incomprehensible slogans printed on them. There was suddenly more than two plates in the kitchen and more than one fork, knife and even spoons of different sizes. The edge of the bath held a neat regiment of seek products, each with a specific role in putting the physical embodiment of Death together, crowding out the bottle of five-in-one soap with the peeling label.

They were finally on to the bedroom, Than having wrestled Zag into at least tackling the rooms one by one. Putting the bed together was proving a real challenge, Than had been squinting at the instructions for ages and was one more unidentifiable screw away from calling Aphrodite and getting her to put Hephaestus on the phone, however insulting he’d find the request. He’d lasted longer than Zag, at least, who’d moved off to poke through the last few boxes.

Than was wondering why he could only count six bed slats when he was meant to have ten when he heard Zag gasp and burst into delighted laughter.

“What?” he frowned at him over his square rimmed glasses.

“Look who it is!” Zag cackled, turning and holding out what at first looked like a tattered scrap of cloth covered in dust but Than’s cheeks immediately flamed.

“I...look, I meant to throw him out a while ago but…”

“It’s Mort!” Zag was beaming wildly, holding the little felt mouse up like a trophy, “Gods, I haven’t seen him in ages, I had no clue you still had him.”

“Um...neither did I…” Than spluttered, well aware that he was a terrible liar when it came to Zagreus.

He was about as fooled as he expected him to be, tsking playfully and wagging his finger, “No, no, no. I remember how much you loved this little guy when we were kids, you’d carry him around everywhere! Oh! Did you still sleep with him all tucked up under your arm? Do you still take him in the bath and cry when he gets wet?”

“You sleep in my bed with me, asshole! And we’ve bathed together,” Than made a grab for him but Zag was quicker, he always had been.

“Aw, looks like I have some competition for your affections then, eh darling? Aren’t you just the sweetest, little god of Death still playing with his childhood toy...”

“My mother made him for me!” Than finally burst out, cheeks redder and voice louder than he’d meant, “Of course I kept him! Now stop acting like a jerk and give him back!”

Zag froze, his teasing chased away from his face instantly. Meekly he dropped the arm holding Mort and let Than snatch him back, silent as his boyfriend turned his shoulder and hunched down sulkily.

“I...I’m really sorry,” Zag said quietly after a moment’s awkward silence, “I thought I was just playing with you but...I went too far, I’m sorry I upset you. I remember how important he was to you.”

“Well…” Than swallowed, face still smouldering, “It is foolish. To still have him around I mean.”

“Aw, no love, come on…” Zag slid closer, putting an arm around his shoulders, “What, you’re going to start listening to me all of a sudden. I’m an idiot!”

“You are,” Than murmured, finding himself coaxed up out of his sulk, “But you’re mine.”

That made him chuckle happily, stealing a kiss to the inch of his cheek he’d revealed, “And it is so cute that you still have Mort. I mean that, I really do. You’re adorable and a little soft and that’s completely okay.”

“Well. As long as it doesn’t leak into my work.”

He wasn’t looking at Zag’s face but he could tell he was rolling his eyes.

“Hey,” he tucked a strand of white hair away to kiss Than’s ear, “Remember that time you really did lose him? When we were six years old?”

Than smiled coyly, “I do. You missed your bedtime and got yourself grounded going off to look for him just so I would stop crying. Everyone else had given up but...you didn’t.”

“I didn’t,” Zag hummed, kissing just below his ear now, then lower, then lower, down his neck, pulling back the shoulder of his jumper to get at his shoulder, “I don’t give up, not when it concerns you, my dear.”

Than sighed, muscles unwinding under Zag’s lips, “Love, you might notice we don’t have a bed yet so I’m not sure where you think this is going?”

“Ah, my cherished parter...” Zag rumbled, hands slipping down to gently put Mort to one side and give him access to his boyfriend’s lap.

Than found himself being turned, his back pressed to the floor, felt a crooked grin blooming on his face as Zag threw his leg over him and bent low until their noses were brushing.

“I think we can manage, eh?” his boyfriend purred.

Afterwards, Than sat up and stretched the kinks out of his shoulders, sighing in satisfaction.

Zag stayed on the floor, his head pillowed on the jumper his boyfriend had been wearing as he sprawled out contentedly, eyes drinking in the play of Than’s muscles, “I really am happy you’re here, my love.”

“I’m happy to be here,” Than looked back at him with a soft, loving smile, lightly brushing one cheek with his fingertips, “I think I understand what you mean when you talk about how free it makes you, finding your own place. It feels like everything’s started again. And this time it will be better.”

“It will be,” Zag caught his hand and kissed his knuckles.

An idea came to Than then and an easy kind of certainty settled over him. He reached over and snagged Mort where he’d fallen to one side as they’d become more occupied in each other.

“Here,” he smiled, holding his cherished childhood toy out to Zagreus, “Here, I want you to have him.”

“What?” Zag blinked, not understanding. He pulled himself into a sitting position, “Mort is yours, you love him.”

“And I love you,” Than still held him out, “So I want him to be yours now. You’ve given me a place here, in the only space that had ever really been your own and...well, this seems like a good way to repay you.”

“You don’t have to repay me!” Zag insisted, shaking his head, “I mean, gods, you’re going to be putting up with me twenty four seven-”

“Gladly,” Than cut across him, knowing the thoughts in his boyfriend’s mind would grow too loud if he let them, “I will do it gladly, Zagreus. Please, he’s yours now.”

Chuckling softly, Zag relented and took Mort gently. He held the battered old toy with a kind of tenderness, brushing some dust from his ear, “Thank you, Than. I promise I’ll look after him.”

“Well,” Than smirked playfully, “I’ll still see him every day and I will check.”

“Oh, I’d expect nothing less, my love.”

When they eventually did get the bed put together, a longer time later than either of them would ever admit, Mort would take pride of place in the centre of it.

Than would see him nearly every day with his happy stitched smile and, when he did, he would think of the apartment he’d left behind. All it’s expensive minimalist furniture, it’s sleek metal and black leather and unlived in neatness.

And Thanatos wouldn’t miss it in the slightest. He knew he was home.

#thanzag #hades #thanatos #zagreus #modern au #moving in #fluff #some light smut #would love some feedback!!#please reblog and comment #requests always open too #wanna write more of these boys

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k1rishiki · 3 years

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i am curious, as someone who’s only exposure to arthurania was reading jane yolen’s young merlin as a child, would you mind saying why hnoc is a bad adaptation? i’m super curious but no worries if not <3

this has been sitting in my inbox for months bc i kept telling myself i needed to write a full essay with proof from medieval lit to make myself feel smarter. however, since i’ve recently lost all credibility bc i can’t articulate points to save my life, and since i’ve realized that i could answer this in a just a couple paragraphs, now seems like the right time to answer this ask. sorry for the wait.

under a cut bc length

also warnings for mentions of racism bc this is hnoc we're talking abt and sexual assault bc this is med lit we're also talking abt

the basic problems are pendragon polycule itself, the story beats of the album, the fridging and lack of characterization of morgan le fay, the clear influence of pop culture arthuriana, and whatever the fuck happened with gawain/e.

pendragon polycule is... just not a good take. there’s a bit in the lancelot-grail abt arthur viewing lancelot like a son (and lancelot not giving a shit abt him). also arthur knew his parents for years before lancelot was even born. plus lancelot just Doesn’t care abt him and i can’t stress this part enough. arthur repeatedly tries to have guinnevere killed, mostly in the lancelot-grail, and guinn didn’t really have any say in marrying him bc she was a teenager. lancelot and guinnevere is a lot better but that’s not saying much. guinn doesn’t exactly treat lancelot too well... like at all, BUT it’s not intrinsic to their relationship and is completely caused by medieval misogyny and i’m all in favor of modern retellings saying fuck that. but also lancelot has multiple pseudo-canon boyfriends (this is med lit after all), and one pseudo-canon husband so like... there were better options. (also lancelot’s husband is basically in a lavender marriage with guinnevere’s maybe girlfriend who most authors just eventually forget abt as the story progresses).

this next one is a problem with a lot of modern arthurian works bc the inclusion of elayne of astolat is too much to ask apparently. the grail quest isn’t tied to the fall of camelot, it just happens to be one of the last grand adventures the knights of the round table have. the event that traditionally sets off the fall is the death of the maiden of astolat/the lady of shalott/elayne of escolat/she has a lot of names, her story has a few variations but usually she either is cursed to stay in a tower and weave and only be able to see the outside world through a mirror positioned across from her window, until lancelot rides by and she rushes to see him out of the actual window and her mirror shatters, setting off her death, or she lives with her father and brothers and takes care of lancelot bc he was injured for a time and she gets to go on adventures to find him and she’s friends with gawaine and she dies bc lancelot rejects her and this version’s a lot more fun but also more happens which makes it harder to explain. the way her story ends however, is that she dies after she makes arrangements for a glorious boat to drift from astolat to camelot carrying nothing but her dead body and a letter explaining that she died of love for lancelot du lac and the court mourns the death of such a beautiful and young maiden (her age varies a lot but i’ve always read her as a young teenager at most). but the important thing is, camelot is doomed from the moment she washes up on its shore bc she’s an omen of the end and has symbolic meaning and all that, the maiden of astolat washes up on camelot’s shores, the court mourns the loss of a maiden in her prime and she marks the end of camelot’s prime as well, morgan le fay reappears after being presumed dead and warns arthur of guinnevere and lancelot’s affair, aggravaine and modred conspire to bring lancelot and guinnevere’s affair to light, they succeed but lancelot escapes, guinnevere is to be burnt at the stake and lancelot rescues her, killing aggravaine, gaheris and gareth (gawaine’s brothers) in the process, gawaine drags his uncle and camelot to war bc he was driven mad due to the loss of his brothers, lancelot accidentally kills gawaine, his best friend and maybe boyfriend (i have RECEIPTS), and gawaine forgives him on his detahbed while lancelot and guinn rejoin arthur, meanwhile modred, who practically had the throne handed to him, usurps and invites the saxons in, camlann happens, and camelot is destroyed. no where in there is the grail quest.

morgan le fay is honestly the most questionable part of the album bc there’s not a single text where she dies. like.... at least with eurydice in udad she died in the original... there’s no basis for morgan dying. also she is NOT modred’s mother and anyone who tells you otherwise is a liar, she interacts with him once in the vulgate bc she had three of her nephews over and that’s IT. it’s a horrible take which originated in the mists of avalon by marion zimmer bradley who is an honest to god monster for reasons i don’t want to trigger tag this post for. also she’s one of the most dynamic and thought-out characters in the entire canon and they just made her a watered down morgause (modred’s actual mother, morgan’s sister, canonical milf)... there was no reason for it to be her apart from the fact that she’s more well known......

pop culture arthuriana is,,, one of my least favorite things. no, morgan wasn’t modred’s mother, no, morgause wasn’t abusive but her husband sure was implied to be, no, aggravaine didn’t kill his mother, that was gaheris, he loved his mother, you’re only saying that bc he has a reputation as the “evil” orkney, no, the once and future king is not a good descriptor for arthur, stop making me read it, no, morgause wasn’t the one to initiate the thing with arthur resulting in modred, no, lancelot and arthur weren’t friends, no, tristan wasn’t a self-centered asshole, tennyson is a fucking liar, no, galahad didn’t have sex or want to, he’s one of the first ever explicitly asexual characters out there, no, galahad’s conception was NOT consensual, lancelot was tricked, and no, elayne of astolat wasn’t galahad’s mother, she’s implied to be younger than him. those are just the big glaring ones, but i swear it’s bc of arthuriana’s reputation as a mythology and the connotations belonging to that word (no one true canon (which is true but there are still things that just AREN’T canon, not completely written down, passed by oral tradition) that causes ppl to see mediocre modern texts and go “oh. well this is abt as close to the original as i’m going to get” and don’t bother to look into so much as malory (who i only name bc he’s one of the most well known medieval authors with the most commonly used storylines, don’t read malory kids, he’s a mediocre-at-best writer even by medieval standards). the big perpetrators of modern arthurian tropes are the books the once and future king by th wh*te, who is a shitty person and lets it bleed into his writing (which isn’t like... nice to read or anything, seriously why do ppl love this book so much it doesn’t have redeeming qualities), and the mists of avalon by marion zimmer bradley (it’s poorly written, the story is a mess, and mzb is honestly a monster and one google search will tell you that), and unfortunately the writings of tennyson, which are mostly good but he clearly didn’t read the povest (a later text that’s also my favorite, known for significantly improving ppl’s opinions on tristan, isolde and co.) before deciding he hated both tristan and isolde and he has HORRIBLE takes on them. high noon over camelot is SEEPED in pop culture arthuriana and i think it would have been so much better if the band had read so much as a SUMMARY of the events of le morte. it’s evident in the song “the once and future king” bc it’s,,,, literally named after one of the worst books in existence. it’s shown in the morgan le fay thing, and it’s shown in the pendragon polycule thing. and hell, i think you can even explain away the lack of elayne of astolat with pop culture arthuriana, bc ppl have had bad takes on her ever since th wh*te combined her character with that of ela*ne of corbenic, and the band probably went “huh, let’s write lancelot’s abuser out of this” and they would’ve been right to do so if that’s who elayne of astolat was.

the final big issue is gawaine, the closest thing the genre has to a protagonist, he’s pretty much canon bi and, in some texts, arospec, he’s a dashing knight of great reknown and he derails every romance to steal hearts, commit murder, and make out with every knight and lady mentioned. and in hnoc he’s... racist. that’s it. it’s,,, almost completely unfounded by the arthurian canon and shows a major misunderstanding of his motivations (like i said earlier, he wants to avenge his brothers bc there’s a reoccuring motif of how much the orkneys value family). i say almost bc in one text it’s his motivations for killing palomydes but i’ve never heard it mentioned by name bc that’s just what it’s known for. most arthuriana fans just look away from it except when critiquing hnoc but that one text is an outlier, shouldn’t be counted, and i highly doubt the mechs made hnoc gawain how he is bc they found this text. it’s just a bad text.

hnoc has,,, quite a few more minor issues, such as villainized ladies of the lake (their ONLY crimes were sealing away merlin bc he tried to assault teenage nimue/ninniane (proto-nimue/vivianne from the vulgate), and that one time vivviane/ninniane kidnapped adopted baby lancelot), assigning brain to merlin (y’know,,, the predator who helped arrange the [redacted] of arthur’s mother and tried to assault a teenager,,,) although merlin is portrayed in a positive light throughout modern arthuriana so i don’t think they knew, giving a song to pellinore, who my perception of has been forever altered bc i was introduced to him through malory and the explanation of torre’s conception, which you can just look up “sir torre arthurian” to find out abt if you can’t just Guess, if they wanted a song abt the questing beast palomydes was Right There AND has been associated with the questing beast for longer, but once again i don’t think they knew.

also namedropping a bunch of knights in the fiction is... it Suggests a bigger world full of all these other stories but they just don’t work bc the world of hnoc wasn’t designed in a way where the appearance of half these characters would make sense. like,, tristan is referenced as dying in the grail quest in the same sentence as bedevere (one of the characters who is known for almost always surviving), but tristan Isn’t one of the knights who dies on the grail quest, his possible deaths (ignoring the potentially happy ending of the povest for a second) are either being murdered by his uncle, king mark (bc mark married tristan’s gf to try and get tristan killed and also to spite him), bc he was driven into a fury bc of tristan and isolde’s affair, or he’s injured and only isolde (the best healer in the world) can save him so he sends for her and if the ship he sent for her is supposed to fly white sails if she’s there, or black sails if she’s not, and the ship flies white sails but his wife (also named isolde) says it’s black sails (the why depends but usually comes down to jealousy), and so he gives up bc he thinks all hope is lost and usually succumbs to his injuries, either way isolde dies of a broken heart over his body. there’s no way for the tristan and isolde story to play out like it’s supposed to in the world of hnoc, just as there’s no way for any story with gawaine (and Oh Boy are there a lot of stories with gawaine) or pretty much anyone else, without severely altering the canon.

of course, there are still parts of hnoc i like a lot, most of the music i adore and i just like the idea of space cowboys and the secret good hnoc that lives in my head. and it has one of my favorite characterizations of galahad, even though galahad hnoc is nothing like galahad arthuriana. it’s not GOOD but i like it and it’s fun to turn my brain off too, and i’ll always value it as my introduction to arthuriana.

also there are modern arthurian tropes i do like such as characters being genre-savvy/knowing they’re fictional/knowing they’ve done this before (which hnoc does wonderfully!) and bedevere-as-the-storyteller (everyone say thank you lord tennyson).

WOW that was longer than expected, i feel very passionately abt this, when i was planning to write a fully sourced essay i meant to include a bit at the bottom with recommendations to get into better arthuriana and i think i’ll keep that in this post.

if you like hnoc for the arthurian music i’d like to suggest heather dale’s arthurian music to you, she does occasionally fall into the trap of modern arthuriana (some parts of lancelot and arthur being close, morgan as modred’s mother), sometimes she’s just wrong (galahad at lancelot’s trial, a lot of tristan and isolde), and her stuff is kinda straightwashed sometimes (sir gawain and the green knight, for example) but i’d be lying if it wasn’t catchy, and it’s not quite as bad as hnoc adaptation-wise. culwch and olwen is pretty accurate (albeit abridged bc culwch and olwen has SO many tangents), as is lily maid (it’s abt elayne of astolat!).

if you liked hnoc for king arthur... in space! then may i recommend to you my own fanfic? it's not posted yet but the second i finish writing the first chapter i'm going to make a Big Deal out of it that'll be impossible to miss!

if you want to learn abt arthuriana through tumblr-osmosis like i did at first, i’d like to recommend the love of my life @acegalahads, first and foremost (it’s me on a sideblog i’m just obsessed with myself), and i can’t recommend my arthuriana mutuals over there, @/gringolet, @/merlinenthusiast, @/jcbookworm, @/elayneofshalott, and @/elaineofascolat (the elayne urls have been popular recently), also i know for a fact that my mutual-in-law, @/itonje makes great arthuriana posts that i look forwards to whenever i open the tag.

here are a few good reference posts, a quick guide to the characters, a guide to characters of color, and a much more comprehensive intro to arthuriana post with even more texts linked to it.

if you want to ease into med lit, i’d like to introduce you to pre-raphaelite poetry, alfred lord tennyson and william morris are my favorites, although tennyson can’t be trusted with tristan and isolde. the poem the lady of shalott is basically a rite of passage for arthuriana fans, although when it comes to tennyson’s writings abt elayne of astolat, i prefer lancelot and elaine, which is part of his much larger story, idylls of the king. for morris, don’t trust what he says abt aggravaine killing his mother, but my favorites of his are sir galahad, a christmas mystery, which sounds like a shitty disney sequel, and palomyde’s quest, which i blame for my love of palomydes (that and the one bit of the povest where he asks tristan to be his greatest enemy and that he wants nothing more, gay ppl,,,,).

if you want to read abt lancelot and his husband, there’s the lancelot-grail cycle, which i believe was taken off of archive dot org and i think i found it on @/tobeisexhausting’s blog but don’t quote me on that.

the povest, which was a religious experience for me and i can’t reccomend enough if you want to like tristan and isolde, is here, i don’t know who scanned it but i think i found it on @/lanzelet’s blog

the dutch texts are just good in general, here’s a link to their section of a(n unfinished) site for hosting various texts by my former mutual @/reynier (who’s no longer on tumblr). i’d like to recommend lancelot and the white hart specifically bc it’s mainly just just gawaine being gay for lancelot.

if you want older works, here’s my scan of the history of the kings of britain, and here’s culwch and olwen and pa gur.

oh wow this is even longer than i thought it would be so i’m going to wrap this up by saying that i always love to talk abt arthuriana more than anything if you have any questions or just are curious!

#med lit on main #asks #hnoc #the mechs #romeo.txt

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theotheroccassionalfanficwriter · 4 years

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Spring Weddings and Pomegranate

Summary: In which a marriage still occurs on NRC but it isn’t Eliza and Idia getting married.

Tags: Established Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Scheming! Reader, Marriage Proposal via Pomegranates, Big Dick Energy! Reader

Rated: M for the things bought at Sam’s shop and implied sex.

A/N: Written before the entire translations came out. m(_ _)m

---Idia knew that his face was beet red and that his hair had already gone red from embarrassment. Your hands were gripping his waist tightly and though you were shorter than him, he couldn't help but admire how cool you were with your white and gold trimmed twin tailed tuxedo along with the collar cuffs he recognized as his.

"I'm sorry Miss Eliza but this 'prince' is already taken" You apologetically told Eliza.

From the side, the other "Princes" were shocked at this particular development.

"Lies!" Eliza cried as she gripped Idia's free arm.

The other dorm leaders present could feel the temperature drop and couldn't help but wonder how things went to this point.

It had been a fine day, as far as you know, since Idia had happily invited you to his room. As his significant other you had happily agreed and rejoiced over the fact that he had taken initiative, as a purehearted human in love you had come prepared for the day he would take initiative in regards to your relationship. Thus you had come prepared for the date in your most cute, comfy and seductive clothes along with an equally cute and comfy sleepwear. Naturally, you didn't forget to bring the battle weapons of L*be and C*nd*m*.

'At times like this, it never hurt to be prepared' You thought serenely as you calmly and happily bought the items from the Shop.

Your smile was bright as Sam handled your purchases and like a through professional businessman, he even offered you a few toys which you also bought for future uses. The few Ignihyde students who saw your purchase silently prayed for your success and at the same time silently agreed to keep Ortho occupied.

As for the other students from other dorms? They all silently cursed you for having a girlfriend while the rest of them had to settle for a pure loving friendship among men.

In this way, the world rearranged itself to ensure that your desires would be fulfilled. You had stopped by the dorm kitchen to take out the pomegranate napoleons you made before heading to Idia's room.

“Idia~ I’m home!”

“We-welcome home...”

His face was bright red as he greeted you back, compared to his flustered face when you had first done such a thing Idia was calmer now. Though the bashful and joyful emotions in his eyes couldn’t be concealed.

“Isn’t this domestic play so fun?” You asked as you set your clothes down and Idia started to arrange the food and drinks you had brought.

The items you bought from Sam’s shop had been skillfully hidden in calculated places, meant to stimulate your beloved Idia when you weren’t around thus you hummed a soft tune as you plastered yourself at Idia’s back and admired his pleased and flustered look. He really had a face where you can’t help but just want to bully him a little bit.

“Mmnn...you...you shou-shouldn’t just keep on sta-sta-staring at me!” He squeezed his eyes when your hands moved at one of his sensitive spots.

“But I missed you so much! And it’s rare for you to ask me out on date so I want to engrave this particular look of yours in my mind~!” You honestly told him and then tugged at his clothes to make him duck down to your level.

You cheekily looked at his eyes and planted a quick kiss on his lips and stood back as he hid behind the sleeves of his hoodie.

“Tha-that! You shouldn’t just kiss me so easily!” He whined to hide his embarrassment.

“Ara? Then Idia-san should I kiss you deeper then?” Your tone of voice made him know you were teasing him further even so he couldn’t help but want to pay you back thus with great courage he replied,

“Tha-that’s right! Slowly and dee-mphf!!!”

Quickly grabbing the opportunity you did as he told and Idia ended up having a lapful of you on the floor. Idia did his best to hold on as both of you engaged in a heated make-out session but the feel of your ass wiggling on his crotch and the overwhelming feeling of your passionate kiss made him weak.

Seeing that he was at his limit you kiss him for one last time and admired the thin string of saliva that was now dripping from his lips, the flushed look on his face, the dazed look on his eyes and the undeniable hard-on that was poking you on the ass.

“Hehe~ Idia-chan lasted longer this time~♡”

He shyly wiped the drool off his lips and sulked at you.

“Ah~! Idia-chan’s angry look still looks cute!♡” You gently peck him on the forehead before getting out of his lap.

Helping him get off the floor, you guided him to he large bean bag he had ordered for both of you to cuddle on, and gently placed him there. Giving him sometime to finish sulking before you began another round of Private Displays of Affection. At this point in time, you were still confident that your relationship with Idia was unshakable.

There were no threats to his future status as your husband and you had simply continued your usual date routine of flirting, pampering, loving, and doting upon your beloved. The night had been filled with the sweet air of love and Idia had even managed to not shake that much as he held your hand in the middle of a romantic cut scene.

You had kissed him good night after casting a protection spell on him as you slept on his bed and Idia took a nap before heading out to buy his game.

That was the last time you saw him.

“How could my darling be taken?” Eliza pouted as tears gathered on the corners of her eyes.

You felt your heart soften at her heartbroken look before steeling yourself,

“That’s because he’s my lover of 2 and a half years”.

From the sides you could hear Azul’s glasses breaking in shock, the loud gasp from Vil, and Lilia’s words of “So that was who you bought those toys for?”

You made a mental note to drop by Diasomnia once this was over, to bribe Lilia into silence as well as future cooperation. There was certain merit in building connections with someone of Lilia’s peerage.

“Miss Eliza, just like how you wish to wed your ideal beloved, I, as well, wish to do so” You turned and looked at Idia, channeling all the love you felt for him in your eyes before turning to Eliza, “For me, no one else but Idia would do that’s why...as recompense let me help you find your true love!”

You smiled brightly and made sure to up your charm.

Ortho had come to wake you up in tears, effectively rousing you from your sweet dream of eating and enjoying Idia’s body.

“Wa-wake up!!! Nii-san was taking by ghosts!!!” Ortho cried as he shook you awake and you blearily looked at him.

“Idia...got taken by ghosts? Was he mistaken as one of them again?” You asked as you got up and calmed Ortho down.

“Please hurry up! Nii-san was taken by a ghost bride!” Ortho cried harder as he pushed you out of the room and you stumbled as you got dressed.

“Wa-wait! Ortho-chan at least let me put on a jacket!” You begged as tried to stop him from pushing you out.

“Okay! But hurry up! Who knows what’s gonna happen to Nii-san!”

“Got it! Got it! Please stop pushing me already.”

Ortho carried you away as soon as you said you were ready, the next thing you knew, you were already standing right in front of the Headmaster and watching the CCTV recordings with the Headmaster and the young prefect of Ramshackle Dorm once again.

“Yuu-chan since you’re helping us out, you should come and stay over our dorm while Ramshackle is on loan” You kindly offered one of the unused rooms of Ignihyde.

“Sempai! You’re a lifesaver!”

“Not at all, this is just me repaying you for your help later on~ I can’t have my Idia end up on someone else’s hand after all” You smiled.

From the side, Headmaster Crowley watched your clenched fist and hoped that things would end peacefully. Before he could even advise you to not take things too far later on, he was disrupted by the ruckus outside. Angrily opening the door he was once more, greeted by another problem.

“I won’t hand over my love so easily!” Eliza cried and tugged Idia away from you.

“Ara~Ara~In that case, shall we fight for his hand then?” You asked as you let go of Idia to prevent him from getting hurt.

“Ha! Someone like you who can let him go easily won’t win!”

“I’d rather my beloved Idia not get hurt even the tiniest bit, please don’t mistake my utmost consideration for him to be a sign of weakness.” You replied coldly as you took out your magic pen.

“I-Isn’t there another way?!” Idia panicked, “U-um I-I only want to marry (your name) so please stop this already!!!”

You paused at the sudden declaration and beamed at Idia before turning your smug look at Eliza, “Well then, Idia has spoken, so kindly removed your hand from his arms!”

“No, before that, shouldn’t you put down your magic pen?” Azul reminded you, his composure made it look like his earlier reactions were nothing but a hallucination.

“Shut up, this looks interesting. Seeing that bastard get this agitated...heh” Leona stood on the side and watched the show with keen interest.

“No...didn’t we all agree to put that ring on her finger?” Riddle reminded everyone.

Hearing the silence that greeted him, he looked at his companions and glared at them with annoyance as he demanded,.

“Headmaster Crowley! Hurry up and stop those two before worse come to worst!”

“I name this plan…. “Operation: Propose!” Crowley declared and you clapped on the side to show your support for his efforts.

“Are you actually fine with this?” Rook asked you, eyes sharper than usual and you knew that you couldn’t hide anything from him.

So you hadn’t bothered and instead confessed, “I’m a little bit annoyed that someone can easily take Idia from me but I know that right now Idia must be feeling the worst of it.”

“Oh my, what sweet words coming from you, souverain de la mort”

“Fufufu~Is that so but this would also be a good learning experience for Idia, He needs to be aware of his surroundings when I’m not there~”

“There it is~ that tough love that I expect from someone like you!” Rook cheered.

You laughed at his antics and decided to join in on the discussion to take back your boyfriend. It really wouldn’t do if he ended up on someone else’s hand after you took so much time and effort on laying the ground work after all.

Thus all of you burst into the reception hall and began the operation.

You waved at Idia and signaled him to be at ease while each of the dorm leaders and the first years tried their luck.

Ignoring the sound of slaps, you comforted your boyfriend who was near tears. Idia despite standing tall over you acted like an over sized dog and hid his face on your chest. He held on your clothes tight and whined about everything that happened to him.

“I was so scared! I thought I got mistaken for a ghost again and would end on the Underworld once more! I don’t like going there!”

You calmly rubbed his back up and down, occasionally planting kisses on his flaming hair. and generally soothing him to a much calmer state.

“It’s fine, I’m sure our friends wouldn’t fail our expectations and if worse comes to worst...I’ll deal with it personally” You promised him and held him tight.

Ortho came over to hug you both and you welcomed him and pulled him close as well. You wouldn’t deny that both siblings had occupied the soft parts of your heart and you couldn’t help but indulge them every now and then.

“I won’t give up! My love for my darling won’t lose to you!” Eliza declared, grip growing tighter on Idia’s arm.

“In that case, I challenge you to a duel for Idia’s hand in marriage!”

“Eh?! Wa-wait why a-are you shuddenly proposing?” Idia stammered as he ran over to you.

‘He bit his tongue...’ Azul, Leona, Rook, Vil, Jade, Floyd, Lilia, Sebek, Cater, Trey, Ace, and Deuce thought.

“It’s fine to do this but please avoid damaging the school buildings~!” Crowley shouted from a safe vantage point.

You calmly looked at Idia and said, “ I can’t just stand to see the man I love get married to someone else.”

You took a strand of his hair and placed a kissed on it, the warmth of his flaming hair made your lips tingle as it slowly turned red in embarrassment, “Idia, please wait for my triumphant return.”

Idia blushed and quickly peck you on your forehead and said, “For good luck...”

From the side Yuu commented, “If Sempai was single...they would have easily made Eliza-san accept the ring right?”

“What are you talking about?” Ace asked grumpily.

“What sharp eyes you’ve got!” Rook replied, “As a child of the Goddess of Love it’s natural to for them to be brimming with charm however from the looks of it...they might just use their Unique Magic.”

“If that is truly the case, then we are in for a good show.” Lilia floated over, “Their Unique Magic is one of the kind after all, fufufu~ Sebek you should try learning from them~”

“Lilia-sempai just what is Sempai’s Unique Magic?” Yuu asked.

“Hmmm...it’s hard to explain but their Unique Magic is something close to a God’s powers~”

Everyone who heard that looked at you at a new light. Idia and Ortho were the same though for entirely different reasons. Idia had never thought you were considering marriage with him, he was content with being your boyfriend and eventually breaking up once you were tired of him but seeing your gallant figure raising your magic pen he couldn’t help but fall deeper in love with you.

Ortho had been happy seeing how you easily got his brother to go out and mingle with people occasionally and how good you were to his brother but he hadn’t held much hope that you’d stay for forever. He was prepared to do anything to protect his brother’s smile and seeing how you finally stepped up to fight, Ortho could be at ease.

“Well then, I’ll finish this quickly,” You said apologetically to Eliza, “Crush Thy Heart!”

“In life you couldn’t find your love however in the Underworld, your beloved has been eagerly waiting for you, therefore let go of those regrets and pass over. Crush Thy Heart and Free Thy Soul!”

Eliza disappeared in a soft gentle particles of light, her eyes seeing someone who was not visible in their eyes. Dressed in white and smiling with happiness, the Ghost Bride had finally settled her business.

You smiled at her gently, offering a silent prayer to your mother and the God of the Underworld to look after her upon arriving. Then you headed towards Idia and swept him off his feet, uncaring of the public spectacle you were making you kissed his cheek and said,

“Idia Shroud, this event led me to realize I can’t put my guard down when it comes to you.”

Idia was still stunned at being carried by you so easily that his eyes were only looking at you in a daze. You sighed at him, helplessly fond of his endearing traits.

“That’s why let me stay by your side as your spouse, let me dine with you and partake in your wine, share your hearth by your side and that we may welcome Hestia’s and Aphrodite’s blessing upon us.”

Idia, who had understood what you were doing, trembled in your arms and with his shaking hands clutched your lapels and kissed you on your lips.

“If-if you’re fine with me the-then I happily accept!”

“Congratulations on your marriage, Nii-san!” Ortho said as he jumped with joy.

"Husband, it's not that I enjoy being under you but why am I being tied as well?"

Idia merely glared at you, pouting with embarrassment. You observed his flickering hair and noted that only the tips were dyed in red.

'He's not that mad then' you thought as you wiggled around the newly bought queen sized bed that replaced Idia's former bed.

"My love? my Darling dove? Beloved Idia? My Dear Husband? Idia-chan?" You called out to him.

"How could you just se-send the betrothal gifts to my home without telling me!"

"...I didn't...but my mother probably did..." You weakly answered as you magically undid the ropes and pulled him to lie on the bed with you.

He snuggled closer to you like a cat and whined, "It was so scary! Hearing that I had to bring you back home with me! What if you didn't agree!"

With a snap of your fingers, a couple of pomegranate seeds appeared on your palms and you took it from the palm with your mouth. Idia looked at you in confusion and suddenly found himself being kissed. Your tongue swiped on his bottom lip, silently asking, and Idia obliged opening his mouth and letting your tongue in his mouth.

The taste of pomegranates spread inside his mouth as he sunk into the plush bedding. You were straddling his waist as your tongue entwined with his while your hands were already undressing him deftly. Idia could feel his brain turn into mush with your skillful ministrations upon his body.

With a loud pop and the saliva that connected your mouth to his, you ended the kiss knowing that Idia was already at his limit. You wiped the drool off his mouth and said, "You don't have to worry about me leaving your side anymore."

Your pleased smile and gentle reassurance, like always, didn't fail to make his heart skip a beat.

"Mou...you're the more dangerous one..."

#idia shroud x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst idia x reader #idia shroud

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Fever (Part Two)

Pairing: Steve x Reader x Bucky

Story Warnings: Cheating, Dubious Consent, Sex Pollen, Breeding Kink (if you squint), Angst, 18+

Word Count: 1.2k, but it’s gonna hurt 🤷

Summary: Steve couldn’t. No, he wouldn’t. Not to his best friend’s girl.

Part One / Master List / Spotify Playlist

Bucky knew something was wrong the minute he laid eyes on you.

You wouldn’t lay eyes on him. And neither would Steve.

He came to extract the two of you when he found out you were in trouble – spent minutes upon hours waiting for you to come back, nerves on edge, wondering why you hadn’t responded to his calls and texts until he finally stormed to Command to find out where his girlfriend was. He knew you were on a mission, of course; you often were, but you should have been back hours ago.

Two years today – your anniversary. Not that it mattered, because even though Bucky came to help you, even he felt helpless.

Catsuit torn, half-ripped at the seams. Bruises all over your neck and shoulders, but not from a fight.

Something had been done to you. He knew what, but he didn’t know who.

You flinched when he touched you, even when it was just to wrap you in a blanket. Delicate. Shattered. Broken. Bucky whispered apologies to you with his heart beating harshly in his chest, all silent nerves and tender concern because he just didn’t know what else to say.

Neither did you, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to say a single word. Not even a simple ‘sorry,’ and that made you feel so much worse.

When you got back to the compound, you went straight for your shared apartment – bypassed medical in spite of his protests, so he offered you the bed, because what else could he do but give you your space? You could barely stand to be near him, let alone Steve or the five other agents on the plane. All men.

Although he’d never be able to understand, Bucky could most certainly empathize. He was scared for you. Not for himself.

Then again, he had no way of knowing the truth.

His heart ached when he heard your sobs echo from the shower, but he didn’t know what to do.

It ached even more when you came out twenty minutes later, bag packed and already half out the door.

“I’m gonna go for a couple of days,” you croaked, voice rough from crying. “I need to go. I’m sorry, Buck. It’s not you.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he told you so softly, so gently, even with his stomach in knots. “I know.”

What else could he do but let you go?

He reached out to wipe the tears from your cheeks, but stopped halfway when you squeezed your eyes shut and let out a shuddering breath. Fingers curling back into his palm, his hand slowly dropped back to his side.

Why was his throat so dry?

“Don’t do anything stupid, okay?” he called out – well, rasped, more like – as you took the final few steps out the door. He tried to sound strong for you, but he knew it didn’t work. Not really. “I love you.”

The sad, teary smile you gave him did nothing to alleviate his fears, but he did his best not to worry.

Bucky had no reason to believe that you didn’t love him, too.

You didn’t stop driving until you started to nod off from exhaustion. Then you had no choice. Just like before. Just like the cause of all of this.

Right?

The motel you stopped into was in some middle-of-nowhere town in Rhode Island, hours away from the compound, from Bucky, from Steve. Rain dipped incessantly against the rooftop, bitter cold sinking straight into your bones. A far cry from the warm home you kept with your boyfriend of two years.

Fight or flight. What a joke. You’d always thought yourself a fighter, especially considering your line of work, but you weren’t. Not when it mattered, and this time, it mattered too much.

You couldn’t even look at Bucky, you felt so ashamed. Couldn’t even say a single fucking word, too caught up in your own stupid mind to put his needs first – his happiness first. You ran away from him, but he should have ran. He should have left. He should have spared himself from having to know the truth.

This was going to devastate him. How could you tell him what you’d done? He’d already been hurt so much. He didn’t deserve this.

You didn’t deserve him.

You should have able to resist, but you didn’t. No, you liked it. You got off on it. You begged Steve to make it better, and oh, he had.

Your skin flushed hot at the memory – at the sin.

Just the thought of him was enough to soak your panties, but they were already soaked through with what you told him to give to you – what you begged him to, and sure enough, milky white had dribbled down your thighs while Bucky wrapped you in a blanket, wrapped you in his love.

Even though you’d taken a shower to get his best friend off of your skin, he would still be inside of you. Inside your body. Inside your mind.

But you couldn’t stop.

A gasp escaped your lips as your own fingers parted your folds, feeling the slickness he’d left behind. You’d begged him to fill you up – craved it, needed it like you needed air. Needed him, and every drop of cum he could offer you, like you were a goddess and your pussy was his fucking altar.

Steve.

It had taken months before you’d been able to convince yourself, let alone Bucky to finish inside, because who knew how potent it would be? Birth control only went so far, and neither of you were ready for what might have happened if it failed. You were prepared, of course, but neither of you were ready.

Stevie.

But he’d done it without hesitation, without worry, without fear – drug induced, absolutely, but it stirred something in you that it absolutely shouldn’t have, and that scared you.

Sobs wracked your body as you came for the second time that day, the sting of betrayal burning just as hot as the fever.

Make it better, Stevie, please—

He should have been able to resist.

His best friend’s girl. Bucky’s sweetheart.

Baby. Honey. Doll.

Not Steve’s, despite how easily the too-familiar words rolled off his tongue into your perfect, waiting mouth. He could remember how desperate he felt for a kiss, a touch, a taste – wanting, wanting, wanting until the he was about to combust, and then you spiralled into insanity right along with him.

La petite mort.

Except it wasn’t a little death at all.

He’d never be able to forget the flushed, sweaty glow of your face; the beautiful part of your lips, a kiss-swollen ‘o’; the way you held his gaze, unwavering, pupils blown in a haze of lust as he fucked you senseless. And as the fever cleared, he’d been horrified by the marks he’d left on you, but he’d never be able to forget the taste of your skin, the sweetness of your tongue.

Addicting. Forbidden. Taboo.

But he couldn’t stop.

Steve’s hand wrapped around his cock as he steadied himself in the shower with the other, and it was all too easy to remember how your body felt against him. The soft, warm weight of you in his arms, the squeezing clutch of your legs around his waist, the tight velvet heat of your santicity.

God, you feel so good, Steve.

So did you.

Give it to me.

He’d give it to you until he had nothing left to give.

I need you.

Steve’s hips stuttered, then, and he came with a low groan, forehead resting on his arm against the wall. A wash of sticky white dripped down the wet tile, holy water rinsing away the evidence of his sin.

I need you, Stevie, please—

But Bucky needed you, too.

Part Three / Cold Sweats (fan-written sequel)

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#bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x you #steve rogers x you #bucky barnes #steve rogers #fever

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Sorority Girl

It can be hard to find this specific movie, since several others have been made with the same title, even as recently as the nineties. Us MSTies, however, demand the original – the one with Susan Cabot and June Kenney from The Viking Women and the Sea Serpent and Dick Miller from Gunslinger and It Conquered the World. It was produced and directed by the reliably awful Roger Corman, and Ms. Cabot has apparently said in interviews that they didn’t really have a script, just a list of stuff that was supposed to happen. Sorority Girl is a step up from Curse of Bigfoot, but that’s praise so faint that you’d need the Hubble Space Telescope to pick it out.

College student Sabra is a colossal bitch and nobody likes her. Unsurprisingly, the only person who doesn’t understand the correlation between these two facts is Sabra herself. Determined that others should suffer the way she has, she plays her sorority sisters against each other until her mind games drive one of them to attempt suicide. Then I think she drowns herself. The end.

On a technical level, Sorority Girl looks and sounds very nice – the photography is crisp and the blocking and direction, while nothing spectacular, tell us what we need to know. You can tell who’s who and remember everybody’s names, and the costume designer did a good job of suggesting everybody’s personalities and goals through their clothing. The soundtrack puts both music and silence to pretty good use. The only glaring flaw in the film itself is a scene in which the sound of rolling waves almost drowns out the dialogue, but that might just be my sound system.

It’s sufficiently well put-together that it makes me kind of angry, because all that relative competence is in the service of this nasty, depressing movie that hates everybody and everything. Watching it makes you feel like you need a shower. The movie is here to show us women being horrible and spanking each other (no, really), but it’s not even over-the-top enough to be any fun.

I don’t understand who we’re supposed to root for in this movie. It can’t be Sabra herself, because she’s thoroughly horrible and there’s not even any reason for her to be doing what she does. It’s not like the others have wronged her in any way – if they had, perhaps we could take some nasty joy in her revenge but we can’t. If the rest of the girls had any sort of spine we could root for them, but they’re nonentities. Future student president Rita stands up tall in front of voters but is a pushover in a crunch. Shy Ellie is nothing but Sabra’s punching bag and we feel sorry for her but she’s too pathetic to actually like. Troubled Tina is pregnant and we feel for her predicament but she, too, is more an object of pity than a heroine. Sabra’s mother seems to love her but doesn’t understand what she needs.

Sabra’s motivations remain a mystery even to herself. She makes various excuses for them throughout the movie – she claims she wants revenge on Rita’s boyfriend Mort for snubbing her. She gets Tina to join her in her blackmail scheme because she says they both need money. At the end she yells at everybody, saying she was driven to this because they wouldn’t let her into their clique. No sort of excuse is ever given for her appalling cruelty to Ellie, who really does seem to look up to her. In Sabra’s own words, she just feels driven to hurt people and doesn’t know why.

All her schemes fail anyway. She doesn’t manage to take Mort away from Rita. She doesn’t manage to get the money she tries to blackmail him for. She doesn’t even succeed in staying out of trouble for the shit she’s already pulled, since at the end everybody gets together, agrees she’s terrible, and turns her in. We’re left feeling like this whole story went by and nothing was ever accomplished. The other characters’ stories don’t come to any conclusion either. We don’t find out if Rita won the election or if she and Mort will get married. We don’t find out what’s going to happen to Tina other than that her parents are coming to pick her up. We don’t find out if Ellie got a life. Everything is just left dangling.

It is never explicit how old any of these characters are supposed to be, but both Sabra and Tina are said to be financially dependent on their parents, and the movie seems to be going for some sort of statement about young people getting into trouble when unsupervised, so I’m going to assume they’re undergraduates. All the actors are, of course, about thirty. Some of them, like June Kenney as Tina, look younger. Some, like Barbara Cowan as Ellie, are trying to look younger and failing. Others, like Dick Miller as Mort, look older. The biggest casting mistake was forty-year-old Fay Baker as Sabra’s mother. She’s just barely old enough to have a college-aged child, but Susan Cabot is in no way young enough to be that child. I could buy Baker as Cabot’s stepmother, but when she’s supposed to be her actual mother I just keep thinking of Space Mutiny.

Perhaps it’s not fair to complain about Mort’s age, since he manages the campus pub and may not be a student. If that’s the case, though, it does make one wonder about his relationship with undergraduate Rita… and the string of prior student girlfriends he’s mentioned… so let’s just not go there.

We get hints that Sabra may be mentally ill. She seems to be upset by her own inability to stop doing terrible things, and at one point reaches out to her mother for help. Her mother assumes she just wants money, and brushes her off. Perhaps we’re meant to think Sabra feels ignored and powerless, and therefore seeks power in whatever form she can get it. We’re probably supposed to feel sorry for her but other than the one visit to her mother she never seems to make any real attempt to better herself. She gives up, goes back to school, and resumes trying to ruin everybody’s life. It’s really quite appropriate that the movie is bookended by Sabra sitting on the beach whining about how she wishes she could start over, because it ends exactly where it began. Sabra is still a colossal bitch and nobody likes her.

If this movie were going to have any sort of punch, I really think it needed to be just a tiny bit longer. Rather than watching Sabra just sit and cry on the seashore, we needed to see her face the consequences of her actions, whether that was arrest, expulsion, disownment, or some combination of the above. Her implied suicide is just a means whereby both she and the writers can avoid any thought of consequences, and is inherently unsatisfying.

Watching the movie for the first time, I really expected Tina to jump and for the truth to come out only after she was dead. Realizing she had somebody’s blood on her hands might have been enough to shock Sabra out of her self-absorbed haze and actually try to be a better person, only to find it was far too late. That this does not happen is in some ways a relief, but it also kind of feels like the movie chickened out. Tina dying would certainly not have made Sorority Girl into a good movie, but it would have been a far more impactful one.

On the other hand, Tina not dying includes the single detail in this entire movie that I actually liked. Throughout the movie, Tina has been sitting on her terrible secret and wondering what to do about it. She never tells a soul – Sabra only finds out because Ellie, Tina’s room-mate, heard her talking in her sleep – out of fear that she’ll be branded a slut and treated as an outcast. Such was the 50’s. Certainly the thought of telling her parents never even seems to occur to her.

But the movie never treats the situation as Tina’s fault. Her pregnancy is not a punishment as Paula’s was in The Violent Years, it’s just a problem that exists and one Tina isn’t coping with very well. Other than Sabra, everybody who finds out about it takes steps to help. Ellie immediately tells Sabra because she believes that Sabra will know what to do – and when Sabra orders her to keep the secret for Tina’s sake, Ellie does so even when interrogated by the house mother. Sabra, being the colossal bitch she is, then blackmails Tina into blackmailing Mort, threatening to tell everybody he’s the father unless he gives her money. Mort refuses to be blackmailed but he doesn’t judge Tina for being pregnant. Instead, once she’s gone he gets in touch with her parents for her… and they don’t judge her either, but immediately come to her aid. So good on the writers, if there were any, for that!

This solidarity also makes the point that all the girls in this sorority really are there for each other and it’s literally just Sabra who is the reason they can’t have nice things. I still don’t know if we’re really supposed to feel sorry for Sabra but this particular detail makes it even harder.

Of all the movies that were ever on MST3K, the one Sorority Girl most reminds me of is The Sidehackers. They don’t have anything in common plot-wise, but both have endings in which nobody wins and it seems like there was no point besides to make the audience feel crummy and lose all faith in the human race. I don’t know what was going on in the year 1957, but here in 2020 we do not need help with that shit. I’m gonna go watch Pixar movies for the rest of the week.

#mst3k #reviews #sorority girl #episodes that never were #tw: suicide #fuck this movie #50s

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iraniq · 4 years

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Fuzzy

part II

https://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/613580215745167360/fuzzy

< I forgot to mention when i post part 1 - that’s dedicated to all people who see themselfes as not good enough for some reason, i see me fat, that’s why i rote it from that perspective ... ya’ll worthy tho! >

The next thing I know is how there are gun shots all over the place, I think I saw blood on the sheets, I fell off the bed and roll under. So shocked that I couldn't even scream.

I had no idea how long I was under the bed. Suddenly I heared his voice.

- Fluffy? Oh, Fluffy... Where are you?

I knew it was him, it was his voice... But what if, someone was pretending to be him. I stayed quiet.

- Could she ran away?

- No Ser! I was right outside and didn't saw anyone.

- Are you sure...

- Yes!

It got quiet outside. A sharp light blinded me.

- Here you are! - he grabbed my hand and dragged me outside. I was still shaking and made several steps back. He was squeezing me, but let go. - Come on... - he opened his hands for me, holding a gun. - Daddy isn't scary anymore, come ‘ere! - I hesitated but slowly walked to him. He hugged me with his free hand.

- See sir, she was just scared of you. - the man said. This one wasn't the usual one who accompany him.

The Joker started breathing more heavy, he squeezed me tighter and stepped a little left. Another gun shot was heared. Then a thud of a gun on the furry carpet. He hugged me even tighter.

- It's OK, no one will scare you now!

We stayed like this for several seconds, then he motioned me where to go, ordering me not to look back, because of the blood.

We were in his car, the day was rainy, and he was driving through the nothing.

- Are you OK? I think I saw blood on the sheets. – I barely mumbled with a still shaking voice.

- What...

- Are you, all right.

- Yes... Yes I am.

- Did someone tried to kill you?

- No...

- Then what happened?

He was looking at the road, but his thoughts were speeding elsewhere.

- I had a nightmare.

- Am... I am sorry to hear this. - we were silent for a while - Where did you take the gun from?

- Under the pillow.

- You sleep with a gun under your pillow?

- There are attempts for my Death through the past 10 years... Even before I got that famous. - he looked at me winking.

- The road. - I screamed.

- Chill ... I know this road.

- But it is raining now...

- So? You question my driving skills?

- Why do you think it is always about you, why always must be against you what I say? I just mentioned that it's raining and...

- It might be slippery. I know. I am paying attention to the road, although you are not helping much.

- I am sorry... I will be quiet. - I mumbled.

- It's not your words that bother me, it's your looks.

I tried to cover my fat belly with the jacket I had.

- You are welcome...

I frowned my eyebrows.

- For the compliment.

' He complimented my body... that's it, I must be dead now! '

We were quiet a little bit more... He suddenly hit the breaks.

- No! - He looked at me. And pulled my jeans jacket. I had a light knee long silk night dress.

- What... Let go … - I pulled it back.

- I meant your half naked tits... – he has this nervous tic to slick back his hair, even when it’s ok - Whoever speaks to you like this I will shoot them!

- The ones who... speak to me like you do... - I was confused, and more ashamed than scared.

- No...- he finally let go of the jacket and let me cover. - Whoever told you you weren't good looking.

- Well... It's a long story.

- Ugh... Spare me the suffer... - he rolled his eyes, got out and opened the door for me. - Come! - he demanded. He played a song on his phone and we danced. He had hugged me and we slowly swinged. I could feel him enjoying the hug, but he was trying to make it less obvious.

Several songs later. It turned cold and we had to stop.

- What... Why are you shivering? - he growled.

- It's cold and I am mostly naked.

- Fat won't keep you warm? - he laughed.

- Unpopular opinion, but fat on humans don't keep it that warm, as on amimals... - I smiled.

He hugged me again and rubbed my back.

- Do you want my Jacket?

- You don't have one on you. - I laughed.

- Ugh... Jump back in the car then. - he slapped my but.

We went in, he put the heat on. And rubbed my thigh, I jumped. - Chill... - he got my hand in his. - The rape think was to scare you... I won't - he let go of my hand. - I might be anything, but 2 things I am not - rapist abd pedophile.

I smiled.

- Yes... I am actually ticklish, that's why I jumped... But it's good to know this. - I blushed. He winked at me.

He drove us back to his place. It was dark already. He let me in the kitchen to make us some food. After I was done he invited me in the bathroom. There was a bathtub ready and a table. I took my clothes off and settled in front of him. He put the wooden panel on the bathtub, so we could eat while taking a bath.

- Please … - he hugged me - don't drop food in the tub! – he said that almost purring and I’d lie if I saw I wasn’t turn on.

I giggled.

He put shampoo in my hair and washed it.

- Why are you so gentle with me? - I felt deeply attracted and connected to him, becauset still I didn't knew him and from what others say and he didn't exactly deny, he wasn't a nice person.

- Well... Maybe because I want to.

I turned to face him. His hair was wet, and so green.

- It looks more green when wet. - I reached to touch it, but remembered what he said before. - May I?

He nodded his head and I dug my fingers through the green hair, slicking it back. I smiled, then I ruffled it and laughed.

- Hey... - he slicked it back.

- I love this color...

- Green, or bright neon colors.

- Can I pick both?

He smiled. Then he frowned.

- Off! - he ordered in a harsh voice. I turned my back at him. - Off the tub! - he shouted and I jumped out, in the process I slipped and fell, but got up and ran to the bedroom.

In like hour, I was still lying naked, covered in a sheet and reading a book, he had on his night stand - Terry Pratchett - Mort. I had started it several years back, , but never finished it, since it wasn’t mine. He came in, slowly, he was even more pale and his lips were blue. I looked up, but he frowned and I looked away. He slipped under the covers and snuggled.

- OH! - I yelled. - You are cold!

- Dead cold!

- Yes … - I tried to move away, but he didn’t let me go.

- The waster was cold.

- Well you stayed for an hour. It was expected to be cold at the end. Why didn't you put hot one.

- I was lazy.

- Why didn't you call me?

- You are mad.

- No, I am not.

- Yes. You are!

- No I am not! - 'is he for real'

- Because I yelled at you.

- I am... You want me to be mad at you?

- You shold!

- Well I am not... Come. - I put the book away, as he snuggled more in me. - You are naked. - I whispered putting my chin on his forehead.

- It's not the first time we are both naked in my bed.

- Don't exactly remember the 1st time. - I joked.

- Want me to remind you? - he wasn't finished when I felt his hand slipping down on me.

I woke up the next day very sore on many places, with an envelope at the empty pillow next to me. There were money and a note : he was informing me that he won't be available for the next two weeks, but after I am more than welcome for breakfast... And fun. There was a big kiss

I went home, paid whatever I was supposed to. Get me a second job.

Had a fight with my mother about the "dump" I live in. The lack of proper men in my life. Obviously my mindless and rude ex, who had a prestige job, was a way better choice than someone who actually treats me nice and cares about me... Horay!

The next time I spend the night at he house I woke up by his pissed voice, I jumped off the bed.

- Where to, sweet patootie?

- I thought you yelled at me... Lover boy?

He made a low growl.

- I am loosing at this ... Damn Game!

- Let me... Stack Ball? I am master at this. - Four levels later, he was dozing off on my shoulder. I accidentaly got out of the game. I saw... My mostly naked body as a wallpaper.

- A what...

- What?! - he got up holding a gun.

- Why do you have a naked picture of me! - I was yelling at the one person even Bats got the chills of.

He looked confused.

- Why... Do y...

- I heard you the 1st time sweets, why woudn't I? You are my girlfriend.

- I am... fat... - I was more shocked he called me 'girlfriend', but I decided not to go that far.

- And a little bit of your but was hairy whem I took that one. – he laughed like a 5 years old who knows they betray a huge secret by telling it in a joke-ish way.

I felt the tears running down.

- Why... what's wrong... - he took his pants of - Take a naked picture of me, we will be even. - he threw the phone in my lap.

- I am ugly, get this away! - I throw the phone back and the blanket too.

He stood in front of me and squeezed my face in his hand so hard I flinched.

- You are not. I like what I see, if you don't like it, it's not my problem. I like your orange ass and the wiggly piece of fat on your bellt, it's a nice pillow... What?

- You are pretty and you like me. - I cried.

- How many times should I repeat this so you'd believe me?! Because it's getting annoying, and I might end up killing you... Which would be a shame, you are exellent breakfast biddy and a pillow. - he wiped my tears - At some point I will get tired of this and kick you away. I will find me s skinny blond dumb bitch.

- Hey ... blond girls are smart too ...

- I know … - he squeezed my cheek.

- You will be bored... - I joked.

- I will... - he lyed on me again - now play that game, and win me a nice record. Definetly higher than yours.

Soon after he dozzed off again.

Next morning I woke up alone again. When I decided to check how much of a 'mornong' it is, I was met with his almost naked body on my wallpaper. His black pants, unbuttomed and sooo low. A purple shirt, almost off. One hand was... Down there, and it was visible enough what's inside. I figured he took the pic with his free hand … it was a specific angle. It was a one time in life view.

- You like it sugar pops? I can smell you blush from here! - he laughed. - Just unlock it and see the other one.

- How about NO! - I threw the phone like it had the plague.

- Oooh... I made these with love... Is this how you thank me! - his voice was low and pissed.

- Maybe after breakfast. - I smiled.

- Fine...

He handed me a bowl of cornflakes, fruits and ypgurt. All breakfast time he spend looking at the bluish clouded sky. The sun was trying to peek behind the clouds, the view was really breathtaking.

I felt anxious. Urged myself to say something.

- Breathtaking...

- Yes!

- The clouds...

- I know.... - he whined.

Next thing he was squeezing my face, trying to put some food in.

- I don't luke vegan stuff.

- I don't like your attitude either! Now eat!

While trying to chew, some run down my chin.

- Can you not! ... I hate babies.

- Eww, me too! - I wiped it away.

Don't know what I did, or said, but he laughed till he cried.

It has been several months since I kinda moved there. I learned not to be that intimidated by him, which lead to me talking back quite often. On the other hand this led to huge fights that often ended up with me going to my old place, that I still rented. At some point his jealous-ish and obssed behaviour birthed the idea of setting the place on fire, so I'd have nowhere to leave.

One of his super trusted henchmen was left eyeless. He got them out with a spoon after the poor man said "Hey, Joker whose is that fat brat?" - followed by - "Who'd hate his dick that much!" - I suspect J cut his tongue too. But did't wanted to konow...

Monty... I believe he was... I see him begging on the side street of the boulevards when me and J had midnight car walks. I feel bad for him, although his stupidity wasn't my fault. Sometimes I sneak out and Frost drives me there, I leave him food.

There were no more fuzzy nights, he wasn't drinking or doing drugs, although that was a popular opinion, he had super healthy lifestyle... Did I mentioned he is build like a fucking god! Sometimes I had a glass of wine, or 2 for a mood. He'd joke that before I hit 30 I am already the old fun always drunk auntie, just missing the cats.

He named one of my stretch marks ‘Simon” when I swing around gaining and loosing weight, Simon grows …” Simon says ‘eat’! “ – Joker teases me when he inspects Simon.

I got some extra special treatment besides the hair washing like feet massages and book reading when his insomnia kicks in. Make up real life tutorials – he looks good in purple eye shadow tho. He got my long nails, scratching his hands. His nerves were a little numb by the bleach bath. But he could feel scratch. He got the chills it rather cute, in an odd way. I also colored his dragon tattoo once … he almost overdose on slipping pills once … so I had the chance. He was fine. Just dead asleep.

The most embarassing thing happened like 2 weeks ago. Me and J broke in that councilman's house. We were in the outside jakuzzi when Bats came, ironically we were naked. He, bats, saw my back tities, and I am now sure, if he didn't needed mental help, he will be now. He was as shocked as us. Obvipusly seeing the Joker, the self loving, arrogant, perfectionist, demanding more then the best, mad at the world, with quite almost fat girl was a real shock. Bats just apologized and left. J laughed so much, he almost drowned, drinking half the pool.

J send Bats a letter 2 days after:

" Bats, I an so dissapoined you storm in like that, it took me so long to convince her to hoop in naked in the all glass pool/jakuzzi. Hope you are happy now. I won't get laid tonight because of you. Also... If you try something else besides blond, skinny dumb sluts /yes I know blond girls are smart, duh/, you might have a relationship longer than 17h. Also... The last "lady you took tp the charity ball... Dman man, I won't even get the lil J naked in front of her! You can do better boy billionaire! "

p.s. I am still fat, but I don’t care anymore, I am a Queen and I love me so bad, ask the King!

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heathenarmyimagines · 5 years

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Title: Cheater

Summary: Things with (Y/N) didn’t go the way he thought, bit he is OK with that.

Pairing: Reader x Hvitserk

A/N: This is the last chapter of the series, I hope you all like it.

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Part One,Part Two,Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

It had been three months since (Y/N) had walked out the door and metaphorically out of his life and Hvitserk still missed her.

He missed her everyday.

The first month he did everything he possibly could to get her to take him back; poems, flowers, jewelry, letters, text. He had done everything but slay a dragon and then fight Alfred to the death for her.

Mainly because there was no dragon and he was a lawyer with common sense; if her new boyfriend had a little accident he’d be suspect number one.

(Y/N) was never nasty to him, never yelled at him or told him that he was annoying her, that made it almost worse. It showed how good she really was, not just to him but to her very soul she was good.

It was in the second month he realized it was no use, she had moved on from him; onto someone better.

Third month Hvitserk had to come to terms with the fact that her new Alfred was better for her than he ever was. Alfred was faithful and he never judged her the way Hvitserk realized he always did subconsciously.

“That isn’t your best color babe.”

“You’re not actually going out in that? It’s way too short, we’re going to a family picnic not the club.”

“This is a very important business dinner, and I need to impress this client. Just stay by me and let me do the talking.”

Honestly looking back on their relationship Hvitserk is surprised she put up with him as long as she did; even if he had been faithful he was still no prize.

Now Hvitserk was doing his best to move on as (Y/N) had.

When he told his brothers that he was going to start dating again they had all let out a sigh of relief, all of them sick of him making a fool of himself.

He wished he could say that he swan dived into a sea of women but that’d be a lie.

It had been absolutely awful, he talked about (Y/N) on the first few dates, then started talking about how committed he’d be in his next relationship. He ran off more girls than he cared to recount.

Then came Mia.

She was great; gorgeous, loud and strong.

Mia spoke her mind while respecting him as a man, she never let him get too big for his britches; she didn’t let him walk over her or think he could control her.

Hvitserk loved it when Mia said she would wear what she wanted, and told him when what he said made him sound like Ross from Friends.

Of course Ivar was still best friends with (Y/N) and while they clearly were not as close as they’d been Hvitserk still knew what was going on with her life and saw her at gatherings.

Like the family reunion that he was at now.

His parents had rented out a whole park and hired cooks to handle the grills since his father, while a great businessman, burned any damn thing he touched.

There was games for the kids, and tables set up so the adults could sit around and play cards while they caught up.

Mia was nervous, it was her first time meeting any of his family and already she was meeting ALL of his family.

And his ex.

'You sure we shouldn't have brought something? I feel like I should have brought a casserole or like a cobbler.’ Mia said as they walked toward the picnic tables.

Where his parents were sitting and waiting for the others it seemed.

'Hvitsy!’ Ragnar smiled as he wrapped his son up in a bear hug.

'Put me down old man.’ Hvitserk complained.

‘But you are my boy, and I haven’t seen you in so long. Why don’t you call more?’ his father said dramatically.

‘Stop embarrassing him Ragnar, don’t you see he’s trying to introduce his new girlfriend to us?’ his mother said.

‘I saw, thought taking the attention off her would ease her nerves.’ was all Ragnar said.

‘Thank you, it did help...was it that obvious I’m nervous?’

‘It’s July and you’re shaking like a leaf, don’t worry we are friendly, I don’t judge my sons’ girlfriends unless they are extremely awful.’ Aslaug smiled.

‘Well I try to only be a little bit awful every now and then, keep it fun.’ Mia smiled.

Aslaug smiled slowly before she began to laugh.

‘Oh yes, we are keeping this one Hvitserk, go get the girl a drink.’ his mother said as she took Mia by the hand and pulling her to sit down.

Hvitserk smiled at Mia before heading over to the area with the coolers, as he reached for his girlfriend’s favorite wine cooler another hand touched his.

‘Sorry I-’ Hvitserk’s tongue became lead when he saw who he was speaking to.

‘Hvitserk.’ (Y/N) said.

‘(Y/N).’ Hvitserk replied breathlessly as he looked at her.

She had kept her hair short and she was still dressing differently than she did when they were together. Wearing a romper, sandals and a bit of jewelry, still she was beautiful just as she always was.

‘You look good.’ he commented.

‘Thanks, so do you.’ she replied.

An awkward silence fell over them, the noise being made was the chattering of the separate groups walking through the park.

‘I heard you brought someone.’ she said.

‘Yes, and I guess you came with your boyfriend.’

‘Fiance.’

Hvitserk mentally repeated that word three times before he confirmed that was indeed what (Y/N) had just said.

‘Alfred proposed?’ he asked.

‘Last night, I haven’t told Ivar yet, I was actually on my way to the usual table to find him.’ she answered.

‘Ivar is in the bounce house playing with Bjorn’s little monsters.’ Hvitserk said, pointing behind him where the bounce house was.

He had seen his brother jumping in on his way to get the drinks.

‘Well I guess I can wait.’ she sighed.

‘Don’t you think that it’s a little too soon for you two to be getting married?’ he spoke, trying to sound as reasonable as he could.

‘Yes I do and I thought about saying no last night, but then I looked at him. His stupid little boy face and I saw a future that I’ve wanted my whole life Hvitserk. I said yes because...he deserved me, and I deserve him.’ (Y/N) said honestly as her gaze finally met his eyes.

‘I deserve a good guy, and I won’t let hesitation be the thing that keeps me from getting him.’

Hvitserk waited a moment, he was expecting a bad feeling to settle in his chest; anger, jealousy, sadness.

Something.

Instead all he felt was an ever growing joy; he was really happy for her. Because she was right, she did deserve a guy that would treat her the way she deserved to be treated; someone faithful.

‘Well then, I’m happy for you (Y/N), give Alfred my best. If he wants...I can plan one hell of a bachelor party.’ Hvitserk smiled, surprised by his own sincerity.

(Y/N) let out a laugh and hit his arm playfully.

‘Don’t you dare.’ she smiled.

‘My parents are at the table wanna say hello, they’ve missed you.’ he said.

‘I’ll meet you there, I have to save Alfred before your uncle Rollo tries to start a middle of the day drinking game. I love him but that boy can’t handle more than one bottle of beer to save his damn life.’ she laughed before she turned and walk away.

Her laugh was always one of his favorite sounds when they were dating, it’s why he fell for her as hard as he did.

But their time together was over, and while he knew in his heart and soul that he would love (Y/N) forever he wasn’t in love with her anymore, and she wasn’t in love with him.

Surprisingly he was OK with that.

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ivarswickedqueen · 6 years

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Fever - part 12

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Paring: Alex x reader x Marco

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Warnings: 18+, lots of smut, NSFW gifs

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You woke up in the morning and felt like shit. You know it was one of those days, when you feel grumpy and shitty for no reason. You yawned loudly and stretched your arms. “Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Alex chimed from the kitchen and your growled something incoherent. “What’s wrong, love?” Alex frowned and walked inside your bedroom. “Nothing,” you said with your eyes still closed. “Hey, look at me!” he demanded and you slowly opened your eyes. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked again. “Nothing, I just don’t feel well,” you sighed and closed your eyes again. “Are you sick, love?” Alex asked, worry clearly clouding his voice. “No, it’s nothing Alex, really. It’s just one of those days, when you don’t feel good,” you explained and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “Hey, don’t worry, I’m fine. Just a little bit grumpy,” you smiled softly and kissed his nose. “Are you sure?” he asked in a playful voice. “Yes, just let me sleep and I will be fine,” you winked at him, but one look into his eyes told you that he had another plans. “Oh no, no, I think you are sick, Y/N. Lie down, Doctor Alex will take care of you,” he smirked and gently pushed you back down on your bed. “I’m not in the mood, Alex!” you groaned grumpily but hummed when his lips landed on yours. “That’s because you are sick, but Doctor Alex will make you feel better,” he said and bit your earlobe with his sharp teeth, sending shivers down your spine. “How do you want to treat me, Doctor?” you said, playing along with him. “We have to cure all the parts of your beautiful body, love,” he kissed you gently, playing with your tongue slowly, his hands lazily slipping under your sleeping shirt, making little circles on your belly. He made out with you for a few minutes and ended the kiss with a playful nibble on your bottom lip. “So I see that your mouth is cured, let’s move to another part of your body,” he smirked, took off your clothes and started covering your face and neck with kisses, occasionally biting and nibbling on your skin. “Doctor, you will leave marks on my neck,” you complained. “Good, everyone should see that your doctor knows what he’s doing!” he smirked cockily and sucked your neck harder, definitely leaving a hickey on your skin. “Do you really feel the need to mark me?” you moaned when his tongue caressed your skin. “Yes, I am very territorial,” his lips moved to your collarbone, finding imprints of his teeth, he had left on you two weeks ago. He sank his teeth into the same spot, making sure that the imprint of his teeth would stay on your body for another week. “You are mine, love. I don’t want you to change your doctor,” he giggled and his hands started massaging your breasts. His thumbs flicked over your nipples while his little fingers caressed the silky skin under your boobs. “Never. I am really satisfied with my doctor,” you bit your lip and groaned when he took your nipple into his mouth and bit down on it, pulling it with his teeth before letting it go, and moving to your other nipple, doing the same thing with it. “I'm happy to hear it. So, miss Y/L/N, your breasts seem to be okay. The problem has to be somewhere else”. “Are you sure doctor, my nipples still hurt?” you whined, wanting more of his attention on your hard buds. “Really? Do you think I don’t treat you well? Do you really want to tell me how to do my job?” he asked darkly and twisted your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching them harshly. “I'm sorry doctor Aleeeex,” you moaned when his mouth and teeth were back on you. He brushed his tongue and teeth over your hard nipples again and again, sending shocks of electricity trough you. “It’s okay, but don’t do it again,” he warned you and his hand traveled to your mound. “Let’s see what you are hiding here,” he smirked and spread you legs. “I think I see the problem, Miss Y/L/N. You are extremely wet,” he said seriously, pretending to be concerned about your health. “We need to fix that,” he dove into your pussy without warning, lapping your juices, slurping them down, his hand kept your hips down on the mattress, because you wanted to move them against his mouth. You were moaning loudly, your brain wasn’t able to create words, you were putty in his hands. You felt your orgasm coming and he stopped sucking you exactly at the moment when he felt your walls starting to pulse around his tongue and mouth. “Doctor!” you whined loudly. “I think that this problem is deeper than I thought, you need to be examined with something bigger,” he smirked and stroked his cock a couple times while looking at you hungrily. He entered you with one single thrust, making you scream his name loudly. Alex grabbed your hips and started slamming hard into you, causing you to cry out at the sudden force. He began at a punishing pace, thrusting all the way in and grinding his hips against your clit, before withdrawing almost all of the way, only to repeat the process over and over and over again. He reached down between your bodies and rubbed your clit with his fingers. Your pussy spasmed hard on his cock sending him over the edge too. He groaned your name and collapsed next to you. "So what do you think, Doctor? Did you heal me?" you said out of breath. "I think I need to see you couple more times, you know, just to be sure, that you are okay,” he smirked and pulled you closer to him.

***********Later that day**********************

“Alex, Marco, are you home? “ you called when you entered their apartment. You heard some noise from the living room, and seconds later Alex walked into the hall. “What are you doing here, Y/N? I thought you were at work?” he asked obviously nervous. “I can work from home today. Are you okay?” you said and looked at him suspiciously. “Yes, sure, but I have a visitor,” he said and went back to the living room. “This is my friend Aida” he said and pointed at a beautiful girl with long black hair and even longer legs. “And this is… Marco's girlfriend Y/N” he introduced you and you raised your eyebrow. What the hell is this? “Speaking about Marco, where is he?” you asked and ignored the lump in your throat. “He should be home soon” Alex said, silently thanking you with his eyes for playing along with him. “I should wait for him in my room. I mean in his room,” you said, still confused about this situation. Why the hell did he tell her that you are Marco’s girlfriend? He said multiple times that he is not ashamed of this relationship with you. You were about to leave them alone when you heard that Marco arrived home. You quickly ran to the hall and kissed him. “Hi kitten, I’m happy to see you too,” he smiled, surprised that you welcomed him like this. “There is some girl in our living room and Alex told her that I’m your girlfriend. So play along,” you quickly explained and Marco frowned. “Girl? What girl?” he asked and followed you to the living room. He said hi to Alex and you could feel his body tense when he saw the raven haired girl. “Oh, hi Aida,” he said, his voice cold as ice. “Hi Marco,” she said and ignored him and turned to Alex and started saying something in Danish. You frowned upon her rudeness and looked at Marco questioningly. “Let’s go, kitten. I'm hungry,” he said and dragged you to the kitchen. “What the hell was that? You know her? Who is she?” you asked and watched Marco’s angry face. “It’s Aida, Alex’s ex.” He said shortly. “Alex had a girlfriend? Alex ‘I don’t do girlfriends’ Andersen had a girlfriend?” you asked Marco with wide eyes. “Yes, she was his first love and she broke his heart. She is the reason why Alex doesn’t have girlfriends. She is the reason why he’s only looking for casual sex. She is a bitch and I don’t understand what she is doing in my living room!” he hissed. You’ve never seen him so angry. “What did she do to him?” you asked softly and took his hand in yours. “She and Alex used to be high school sweethearts. He truly loved her and it seemed that she loved him too, but the truth was that she loved only fame and money. Alex was a popular kid and he already started acting at high school, so she enjoyed being by his side. But then she met a very rich guy. He was 30 years older than her, but he had a lot of money, big house, sports cars… she dumped Alex and married this old creep,” he said and you listened to him with wide eyes. “But what is she doing here, Marco? I didn’t like the way she was looking at him,” you said and frowned. “I have no idea, have to talk to him as soon as that bitch will leave,” he sighed and hugged you. “Don’t worry, Y/N. She is probably here to have fun with him while visiting Dublin,” Marco said, but it really didn’t help you. “Do you think that she might want him back? He is famous and rich now. And I am sure that he is better looking than her husband,” you asked, terrified that you could lose Alex. “No, I don’t think so. Don’t worry, kitten. Alex isn’t stupid. He won’t take her back. She really made him feel miserable. Alex usually thinks with his dick, but not this time,” he winked at you playfully. “Says the guy who keeps staring at my cleavage since he got back home,” you chuckled and nudged his ribs. “It’s your fault, you look so delicious,” Marco smirked and pulled you in for a kiss. “What are you doing?” you giggled. “Kissing my girlfriend,” he chuckled and tangled his hand into your hair and kissed you more firmly. “I missed you,” he said and gently sucked that sweet spot on your neck. “We can’t do this here, Marco,” you tried to protest, but moaned softly when he bit down on your neck. “Why not?” his lips moved to your collar bone, nibbling gently on your skin. “They are sitting in the next room!” you gasped when he unbuttoned your shirt. “That makes things even more exciting, don’t you think, kitten?” he purred into your ear. “Where is your bra, Y/N?” he added and bit your earlobe. “I took it off before I walked in?” you confessed and blushed. “You are a little tease, aren’t you?” he grabbed your hips and placed you on the kitchen counter. “I wanted to seduce you two,” you pouted and opened your mouth slightly, when Marco took your right nipple into his mouth and sucked on it passionately, his hand played with your left nipple. “Fuck, Marco,” you cursed quietly, when his mouth attacked your left nipple, he placed his teeth against it, biting down harder and harder as his fingers worked away on the other side. You looked up and looked straight into Alex’s blue eyes. He sat on the couch and had a perfect view on the kitchen counter. You could tell that he was pissed. Marco bit your nipple again and you rolled your eyes in pleasure. He smirked against your nipple and continued his assault on your breasts. “Marco, Alex is looking at us,” you announced and his smirk grew wider. “Good, he can see what he’s missing while he’s talking with that fake whore,” Marco’s lips left your breasts and headed south near your skirt and underwear. “We shouldn’t do it here, Marco” you said again but shivered when he kissed your pussy through your panties. “This is my kitchen and as he said you are my girlfriend, and I could eat you out here, whenever I want,” he said devilishly and slid your panties down your legs. “Look at you, kitten. So beautiful, dripping wet for me,” nuzzling deep, he licked bottom to top, flattening his tongue wide, covering everything he could reach. You moaned quietly, your hand tangled in his long hair and tugged hard. His tongue was flicking over your clit and parting your lips to taste your depths. His long fingers teased your entrance for a while, his tongue made circles on your clit. You whimpered when he finally pushed his fingers into you. He started pumping them in and out in a slow rhythm. He looked at you through his eyelashes, and gently bit your sensitive clit. You let out a quiet moan and your legs wrapped around him. “Faster, Marco!” you pleaded. “I’ll go faster as soon as you start moaning louder for me, kitten,” he said casually and kept pumping his fingers into you slowly, his tongue played lazily with your clit. “Marco, don’t be an asshole! It’s rude to have loud sex when you have visitors” you tried to reason with him. “I don’t give a fuck about Aida. And Alex needs a little lesson, he can’t be always in charge!” Marco smiled darkly, curling up his fingers. You moaned a little bit louder, when he hit your g-spot. “Louder,” he growled, but he picked up his pace. “I can’t Marco, this is so wrong,” you gasped for air, and curled your toes, when his teeth flicked over your clit. “Moan louder or I will stop!” he warned you. You bit your lip harshly and whined loudly when he moved his fingers faster and faster. “That’s better, kitten. Now cum for me and look at Alex when you cum!” he ordered and his fingers pumped into you faster and deeper. Your G-spot was repeatedly attacked by his long fingers, while he sucked at your clit feverishly. “Marco!” You came with his name on your lips, while looking into Alex’s eyes. Alex was staring at you the whole time, his eyes full of anger and jealousy. You felt sorry for him, but on the other hand, he could kick that girl out and join you two if he wanted. But he obviously wanted to hear whatever she wanted to tell him. “I am not hungry anymore,” Marco smirked and wiped his mouth. “You taste amazing, kitten,” he murmured into your ear, pushed his fingers into your mouth. You hummed when you tasted your juices on his fingers. You sucked his fingers clean, gently biting on his digits. “You are perfect,” he praised you and kissed you passionately, sucking your tongue into his mouth, while buttoning up your shirt. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” he winked at you, and hid your panties into his pocket.

“You two are a very cute couple, don’t you think Alex?” Aida said sweetly when you walked into the living room. “The cutest,” Alex replied his eyes were glued to you. “How long are you together?” “Four months I guess,” you shrugged. “Oh, so it’s still fresh. You seem like a sweet girl Y/N. Marco deserves someone like you, right Alex?” she said with fake smile on her lips. “Oh, Marco deserves a lot of things!” Alex said darkly and you shivered. That look on his face reminded you of Ivar. “We would love to talk with you, but we have better things to do,” Marco wiggled his eyebrow suggestively and dragged you into the bedroom. You were sure that Alex won’t be able to focus on his conversation with Aida anymore. “Since when are you so evil?” you asked Marco when he slammed you against the wall. You were sure that they could hear that loud thud in the other room. “Since that day when I saw my best friend talking with the biggest mistake of his life,” he said smugly. “Oh, so you want to fuck me just to help him,” you giggled when he tossed you on the bed. “You can say it like that,” he winked at you and undressed you slowly. “You are such a great friend,” you said ironically while taking off his shirt and pants. You whined lowly when you saw his hard dick pressing against his boxers. You took it off and licked your lips when you saw his leaking pre-cum. His tip was almost red. “This seems painful, Marco,” you teased him and ran your fingers over his length. “Y/N” he moaned your name lowly and bucked his hips. You swirled your tongue around his leaking head, tasting the salty pre-cum on your tongue. You patted your tongue with his cock, enjoying the look on his face. You decided not to tease him, and took him into your mouth. His tip hit the back of your throat and his hands tangled into your hair. He started fucking your mouth slowly. You hollowed your cheeks to give him more pleasure. You heard his hoarse moans, and sucked him even harder to make him cum in your mouth. You kept sucking and felt Marco's dick growing harder and you knew he was about to explode. He groaned as he filled your mouth with his semen, you quickly swallowed his cum, and licked him clean. “Look at you kitten, my cum is dripping down your chin and you look so fucking hot,” he praised you and wiped it from the corner of your mouth. You sucked his thumb, swallowing the last drop of his salty nectar. “Lie down on the bed!” he commanded and you quickly obeyed. You lay on your back and spread your legs for him. “Jesus kitten, one look at your slick folds makes me hard again” he said and his cock twitched again. You curled your finger, signaling him to come closer to you. Marco nestled between your legs and kissed you deeply. You kissed for a few minutes and you felt his cock being alive again. “Someone is ready again,” you giggled, but stopped when you saw the look in his eyes. They were full of lust and desire. His hand slide down your body and he smirked when he rubbed your pussy lips. “Are you so wet just from sucking me off?” he asked you smugly and you nodded, slightly blushing. “You are so cute when you blush,” he positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed inside you. You gasped when his cock stretched your pussy. “Fuck, Marco,” you whimpered when he didn’t give you time to adjust to his size and began pistoning his hips, slamming in and out of your body. He fucked you fast and hard, just how you like that. He wanted to make you moan his name loudly, you could see right through him. But you were too shy to do that. You didn’t like this Aida girl, but it still seemed rude to you, to start moaning loudly while she is in the other room. But Marco had a different opinion about this. He took your legs and pulled them to your shoulders so he could fuck you much deeper. He slowed down and kissed you deeply, savoring the kiss.

His hand was suddenly on your throat, choking you, making you moan in pleasure. He was so deep inside you that his pelvis hit your clit every time he dove deeper into you. He squeezed your neck harder and you stopped giving a fuck about Aida or Alex in the next room.

“Marcoooo,” you yelled his name when he almost withdrew from you only to slam back into you forcefully. He moved his hips in such a good angle that he hit all the right spots in your pussy. You shouted his name over and over again like a prayer. You both came hard, your whole body trembling, Marco grunted into your ear, and collapsed on top of you. Alex stormed into your bedroom at the same time you came all over Marco’s cock. You smirked when you saw his obvious boner. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked angrily. “What do you think? Making my girlfriend cum,” Marco sassed and emphasized the word girlfriend. “Where is Aida?” Marco asked and ignored Alex’s bitch face. “She left. So I should probably thank you two.” He sighed and his eyes softened. “You didn’t want her to stay?” you asked carefully, afraid of his answer. “No, I panicked when I saw her, it’s been too long.” He looked at you and realized that Marco filled you in. “She surprised me, she came only a few minutes before you, Y/N. Couple minutes with her alone was all I needed to realize that I don’t feel anything for her at anymore. She is in the past. I was wasting my time with her, I would much rather be here with you, being also the reason why you scream in pleasure,” he smiled and caressed your forehead. You smiled happily at him and he leaned in to kiss you, but you turned your head aside. “You have to ask my boyfriend for permission,” you teased him and giggled. Alex chuckled and looked questioningly at Marco. Marco pulled you closer to him. ��I don’t feel like sharing her today, Alex! After all you need to learn a lesson,” he winked at his best friend and kissed you deeply in front of him. “What should I do with this?” Alex whined and pointed at his hard cock. “Use your hand, bro!” Marco replied cheekily and went back to ravishing your body. Alex sighed in defeat and left you two alone, agreeing that he kind of deserved that.

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fractalist · 5 years

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1, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10, 23, 29 for the music asks

Sorry for taking so long but I had a lot of choices to go through for these. They were good questions!

1. Your favorite album opener.

I think “Plantasia” by Mort Garson (Spotify | YouTube) opens his album Mother Earth’s Plantasia absolutely tremendously. Oddly enough, if this question were for favorite second song, this would be a much, much harder decision.

4. A song that reminds you of your favorite season.

“Rail” by Dan Deacon(Spotify | YouTube) is the third movement of his USA suite, the second half of his album America. It was the first thing that came to mind when I thought of my favorite season, spring.

6. Your current “on repeat” song.

I’m listening to a lot of things on repeat right now, but I really love Jack Stauber’s “I Understand” (Spotify | YouTube).

7. A song your friend introduced you to that you ended up loving.

My girlfriend Eva makes mixtapes for me and she put “Paradise Waiting” by Vacationer(Spotify | YouTube) on her most recent one, and I really, really love this song. She has wonderful musical taste, and I truly treasure her mixtapes!!

9. A song that captures your aesthetic (can be ideal!)

This was incredibly hard to figure out. I feel like I fulfill a number of contradictory aesthetics, but I think “Now You Know My Name” by the Derevolutions(Spotify | YouTube) reflects at least one of them.

10. A song about the place where you live.

This one was hard too because I don’t know many songs about places, really, much less places where I live. The closest is probably Mister Rogers’ “Won’t You Be My Neighbor?” (Spotify | YouTube), as he was a fellow Pittsburgher.

23. Your favorite cheesy pop song.

Not sure if it’s actually cheesy or not but I like “Like Whoa” by Aly & AJ(Spotify | YouTube) a lot.

29. Your favorite album closer.

The first time I listened to One Shoe Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by the Ascetic Junkies, I didn’t know what to expect; the only song I had known from it was the final song “(whoa oh oh oh oh oh)” (Spotify | Bandcamp). But once I had listened to it, I understood the song’s purpose in the album. It’s a great song by itself, but when I listened to it in context, as it ended the album, I cried.

Thank you so much for the ask! The questions are here!

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Careless: Chapter 7: Damn Daniel!

A/N: Sorry for the long wait on this one! But they’re back. I picture Leela as Tiffany Haddish for some reason now 🤣 I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! Taglist is Open! And if you’d liked to be removed, say the word!

Warnings: SMUT, Language.

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“Leela, don’t pack my things,” Ivar said tossing his clothes back in the drawer. “You haven’t even let me speak.”

“What you got to say Ivar?” She places her hands on her hips. “More fucking lies, over and over again. I’m not gonna put up with it.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispers. “You don’t know these people. They come after you until you say yes and then you’re theirs. I’m sorry.”

“Let’s start from the beginning, who are these people?”

He clears his throat slyly placing his clothes back in the drawer. “They are from the Yakuza.”

“The ya-what?”

“Yakuza, mafia type whatever and I used to roll with them when I was younger. You know it was normal for me and Riku to cause havoc. And then it became lucrative, and I got locked up at 16 and served my time. I stayed away when I got out. I was 18 and I didn’t want to end up like my father. So yeah, I stayed away. And I earned everything I have, but it’s shitty money.”

“A real job is shitty money, Ivar Daniel Lothbrok.”

“Daniel,” he looks confused. “Who is that?”

“Yeah that’s the middle name I’m giving your ass, and I’m gonna call you it whenever you make me mad.” She tries not to smile. “What you need twenty thousand dollars for sir?”

“Because I live with my brother and a friend. And yes nusringnis shitty money. I want to give you the world and I can’t do it just... being normal.” He pauses.

“I’m older and more established than you. You don’t have to give me the world.”

“I want to.”

“Ivar...” her hand touches his chin. “Don’t go doing dumb shit in the name of love.” She sat next to him on the couch. “I love you even if you’re broke as shit. That makes no difference to me. You know when we were separated I had the hardest time actually moving on. I couldn’t face you. And it wasn’t because I was ashamed of your horrible record, it was because I loved you even then. I don’t like this Daniel.” She says crossing her legs. “I’m in love with the Ivar that stepped up when his shitty ass brother treated Y/N like shit. The one who held me hand the entire I was in the hospital because of that bitch. The guy sings karaoke and plays me in video games on Saturday. Massages my feet and held me when I was crying. I love that Ivar Lothbrok. This thug-tastic version of you that’s blowing up shit and racing can stay.”

“Okay.”

“And as for the money, just take it and put it away until we get a house.”

“You want a house with me?”

“That’s the tip of the iceberg. I want mornings, evenings, Christmases, children and a slew of other things with you. And I’m telling you now if they call you again, or I see them again... I will fuck them up.”

“Alright.”

“Good.” She leans until him and they fall to their sides cuddled in one another. “I hate being mad at you.”

“I take it as foreplay.” Ivar chuckles.

Preston’s stroller sat locked in front of the court. Y/N sits with her legs crossed reading her book in front of him. Leela stretches in her basketball shorts in front of Ivar. His eyes hooked on her ass as she extends then stands and leans to the other side.

“Could you be more of a douche.” Y/N says rolling her eyes.

“I can stare at her ass. That’s my ass.” Ivar wiggles his eyebrows slapping Leela’s ass as he walks to the court. “Right?”

“It’s his ass.” Leela reassures Y/N.

“Well can you getet Ivar’s ass out of me and my baby’s face.” She smirks.

“What’s going on with you babe?” Leela whispers.

“Ubbe, has fucking succeeded.” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Y’all getting married? If you don’t want to marry him, say no.”

Ivar leans in. “You’re pregnant!” He whispers. “You’re fucking fired from being my best friend. He’s been trying to get you pregnant since Preston opened his eyes. I told you to get him neutered.” He chuckles. “You look so sad.”

Y/N ignores him turning to Leela. “I’m three months and I’m not talking to him.”

“Well, You can’t just blame him.” Leela adds. “You slept with him willingly.”

“My brother is super sneaky. He planned to get her that way. Knowing Ubbe he probably took her basal temperature and all that.”

“Basal temp-“ she looks up and he’s gone before she can crack him. Leela watches as Ivar jogs onto the court. She smiled hard looking at him through his sweatpants and y/n catches her pushing her over. “You two are fucking sickening.”

The game starts, Ubbe and Hvitserk faced Leela and Ivar. The game was not close, Ubbe and Hvitserk lost tremendously. And they didn’t spare their feelings as they first pumped throughout the court doing a victory dance and chanting.

“Asses.” Ubbe says panting.

“Ivar!!!” Riku yells through the gate. “You’ve been ignoring me!”

“You better continue.” Leela chides pulling him towards her. “Why is he here?”

“I didn’t call him babe.”

Riku jogs across the court. “You’re a hard man to find again Lothbrok.”

Hvitserk stands next to Ivar. “Well, he didn’t want to be found apparently.”

“The hairy one, still hairy I see.” He pulls his shades down. “You know sideburns aren’t in.”

“Fuck off.” Ubbe hisses.

“I’m done.” Ivar whispers.

“That’s not how we operate, young one. You know this.”

Leela bites her tongue allowing Ivar to speak. Ivar nods his head. “I’m out.”

“You are forgetting that I make the rules here.”

Ubbe stands. “You’re forgetting about the eighty foot drop I helped your brother too, huh?” He steps in front of Ivar. “My brother said he’s done and guess what, he’s done. If you have a fucking problem with that, take it up with me.”

“Hound, still sniffing out blood huh?”

“I like it fresh.” Ubbe sneers. “You leave him be.”

“I will. But you know, he’s marked now.”

“Marked.” Leela says.

“Teach your girlfriend the lingo.”

“Nah, He ain’t gotta teach me shit, I know it. And if you fucking touch him and you gone have to worry about them marks on your ass.”

Ivar can’t help but to grin pulling her with him. “Let Ubbe handle it, okay.”

He’d gone soft. He didn’t even want to fight Riku, he wanted to leave the park or the city for the matter. Ivar wanted a simple life. He clicks away on the game controller ignoring the stares from Leela until he can’t anymore. “Lee.”

“Marked.”

“Babe. Come on. Don’t do this. Don’t make a big deal over this shit. It means nothing. Do I look worried?”

“You don’t worry enough Ivar. Ubbe And Hvitserk seemed worried.”

“It’s nonsense.” Ivar tosses the controller on his bed pulling her in his lap. She faces him waiting on him to start his speech. “My dad will handle it.”

“You doing all this shit without regards for me was stupid and careless.”

“I did it with full regard for you and I don’t regret it. We will be fine. It was one car. One car. I didn’t do the rest. I didn’t race or kill anyone. I just done one and I’m done. I swear it.”

“You better be.”

“Or what?” He said playfully.

“I’m gonna leave your ass for good.” She answered. Her fingers rake through his hair and then she leans forward placing her lips on his. “You want that to happen Ivar Daniel Lothbrok.”

“Woman.” He groans at the feeling of her grinding against him. “Call me Daniel one more time.”

“And what you gone do?” She pulls his shirt from over her head slipping him from his boxers. “You ain’t gone do shit. Cause you’re mine and I’ll call you whatever I want...” he’s stopped listening at mine. She grips his length pumping him in a lulling pace. Ivar throws his head back jolting up in her hand and she pulls harder. “You like that Daniel?” She teases.

Ivar doesn’t respond with words as he grips her wrists locking them behind her back with one hand. Then shifts her underwear aside. He hovers her over him prodding at her lips, sliding himself down her slit. He’s coated with her. “I’ll be whoever you want me to.” He smiles sliding his finger into her. She grins as her hips instinctively rotate on him taking his finger as deep as he can go. Her walls grip around him and he adds another finger speeding up the tempo. “Are you gonna come for me Lee?” He watches as her perfect body winds on him going mad and crazy for only his hand. “Huh?” Leela bucks forward bouncing on him until he slips his fingers from her. She’s empty for a moment but it doesn’t last long. He fills her, slamming in without a thought. His hands grip her hair pulling her face to his. “I love you.” He whispers.

Leela can’t hide her smile as she bounces on him mesmerized by his blue eyes and his perfect smile. “Are you gonna come for me Ivar?”

He shakes his head rolling over on her. “The name is Daniel, Ms. Lee.”

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thelouisianauproar · 6 years

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Louisiana Uproar - Chapter 18

Summary: In the Season 3 opener, Dottie is unhappy with the mob’s disrespect of legitimate business; A misstep in a smuggling deal leads to a run in with the law.

New Bordeaux, Louisiana March of 1971.

I wake up in my penthouse in the Downtown District. I’m not alone so I try to sneak out of the bed, to not wake my girlfriend, Nicki Burke.

The penthouse, above the Royal Hotel, belongs to me now. Below my penthouse, is my office. I have a small team now. A legitimate team reports to me. New Bordeaux is a different city since we came into power.

I can smell the aroma of coffee, when I come out of the shower.

“I was trying to let you sleep in.” I comment, taking a seat at the kitchen.

“I was trying to sleep in.” She comments, taking a seat at the kitchen.

“That’s alright.” Nicki says. “I should see how things went without me, before Mr. Balsamo wants my attention.” We just got back from vacation in Washington D.C. We told my dad and step mother that she is my roommate.

Alma once joked that we are “New Bordeaux’s worst kept secret”. One of the smartest women on the team, and she’s my girlfriend.

“What’s on your agenda for today?” “Just some catch up.” I sign and take a drink.

“I miss D.C.” She admits. I don’t, but she really seems to enjoy being places where nobody knows her. To me, it’s just a new opportunity to have a stranger call me a nigger.

“We’ll go back soon, babe.” I finish my meal and kiss her cheek. “Start thinking about where next.” I feel her arms hug me. She kisses the nape of my neck.

“Can’t you be a little late?”

I really enjoy Nicki Burke. She’s my sense of normalcy, or my crack of sunlight.

“I want to be.” I start, “but, I have some things that need my attention.” I rub her sides.

“I’ll see you tonight.” We share a kiss before she lets me go.

My commute to the office is not long. In fact, it’s right down the hall to my bedroom. It looks like Camille left some documents on my desk. There are several notes for me.

“Camille, I’m here.” I say, after pressing the intercom.

“Welcome back.” After a few moments, Camilly pokes her head in.

“Hey, how’s it going?” She takes a seat at my desk. “Just another Thursday.” “You sound like your father.” “That scares me.” She’s got a notepad in her hand. “You’ve got a call with Ron Gleason to discuss the restaurant at noon. Travis Cole at 1 pm call. Betty, whenever you want her.” “Cole?” “I left the report he sent.” I take a look at the big file. It looks like a few drawn up pictures of a building.

“Mr. Saggio asked me to let him know when you get in, so expect a call from him.” She pauses.

“It sounds like I have a day ahead of me. Thank you.” My phone rings. “Dottie Jetson’s office.” Camille answers. “Mr. Saggio.” She whispers. I gesture for her to give me the phone. “Morning, Ray.” “Welcome back. Did you and Nicki have a good time?” “Yes, yes actually we did. Thank you.” “Great.” I start a cigarette and wait for the rest of it. “Let me tell you. While you were gone, we had a snafu with the Feds---Lieutenant Sterling.”

“What happened?” “Southdowns got caught by an officer who thought he’d made the big leagues.” He says. “They silenced the guy but now he thinks we’re testing him.” “Do you need to tell them how to do their jobs?” “I’ll handle them. You handle the outside world.” He says, “I told him that you’ll have dinner with him tonight, at 7.”

“That’s just great.” I sigh slightly. “Why didn’t you let Camille know that? You spoke with her.”

“And share that?” “Ray, what about you?” “Things are fine over here.” He says, “I’d suggest you get caught up. Faster than you are.” He hangs up.

That’s my job. I handle the outside world for the Don. I’m his gatekeeper, his hired muscle, and his ear---along with Raymond, and Morty. He and Mortimer handle his underground life. I mind his legit business.

While appreciable, Don Danna’s investments never make as much as his underground. It’s not like the politicians, the police chief, the CEO’s care. I just have to keep them comfortable, and launder Danna’s money. I’ve bought and started “The Jetson Organization”. Currently, I have the Scaletta’s Ristorante, in two locations: River Row and the Del ray Hollow. I bought out an independent shop, and funded their renovation.

Between my business with “Cavar Construction” and “Frazier & Associates”, we’re going to make New Bordeaux livable again.

“Camille. If you’ve spoken with Janice on Danna’s schedule. I’d love to hear it.” “I will by the end of your meeting.” “Let’s make that first thing you ladies do, now.”

“Yes.” I move back to looking at the documents that Mortimer sent over.

“Ms. Jetson.” Ron comes through. He nods to me. Mr. Gleason started his previous restaurant with his family. They had great turn out, but when they refuse to kick up to Marcano; he was sure to bully them out of business.

I kept him as director of both restaurants. I had to. He was the only one who could speak to me. Past experiences with Marcano made them fear me.

“Ron.” I stand. “Great to see ya.” “You too. I hear you and your roommate just got back from D.C.”

“We did.” “Nice destination?” “No. I’m from D.C.” I gesture for him to take a seat. “It was nice to visit family. What can I do for you?”

“First, everything besides this is fine. But you and I have had some conversations about how we see the restaurant’s image.” We have.

“I’m having some trouble in River Row.” “What kind of trouble?” “The union members keep starting trouble there.” He starts. I sigh. This keeps happening. They come in for the happy hour deals and get rowdy. I remember them doing it, a few times, when I worked there. It didn’t happen as often, they respected Vito Scaletta.

“Got any names?” “It’s not a particular person. They get drunk, get offensive.” He says, “It’s getting to the point that we only serve Union Members.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I look out of my window at the view of the street. “I told you, I had security for you, what’s going on there?” “They’re friends.” He forces out. I believe him, but I don’t want to. “Mr. Gleason, you’re telling me that security detail is giving special treatment to the union workers?” “Yes, they tell us that they will handle it, but then we see the same person two or three more times.” There’s no room for that. “Let’s stay in touch on this. Thank you for telling me.” I walk back to the desk. “I’ll get moving on this.”

“Thank you, Ms. Jetson.”

“Hey.” I say at the telephone, outside of the restaurant.

“Hey babe.” Nicki says,

“I don’t have long.” I start, “I’m having dinner with Lieutenant Sterling in a bit. How are you?” I’m trying to skip the subject.

“Again?” She hates that guy.

“Nick. This is only the second time.” I sigh. I don’t want to fight about this. “If other people would do their jobs, he’d have nothing to complain about.” “Who is it? I wanna bitch them out for getting caught.” This makes me laugh. “At least it isn’t your boys.” I’d better take my place. “I’ll see you tonight.” We hang up and I take a seat at our VIP booth. I order my drink and start a cigarette.

“Are you my reward for letting Danna’s boys go?” Sterling starts. “I’m your apology.” I gesture for him to take a seat. “It is my honor to take you out some time.” “You’re too kind to me.” “How are you day?”

For the most part, it feels like my job is to be a therapist, a celebrity interviewer, or a negotiations specialist to our partners. For Sterling, I’m a celebrity interviewer. I ask him about his career and his life, this appeases him. Everyone once in a while, he gives good information pertaining to business.

“I really should apologize to you, Lieutenant.” I say, once he’s had a few drinks in him. “You really have been so kind to us.” “Then why do I feel like Ray is testing me?”

‘He’s not.” I say, “In fact, we’re talking about stricter routines after that.” That’s a lie, but not worth looking into.

“That’s good to hear.” He drinks. “I know Dannas making money over there. We all want that, visitors, businesses-”

“We’re still so new after Marcano.” “Now, HE was covert.” “He was also selling people.” I shrug. There’s a silence between us. Sterling breaks out with an evil laugh. He came up in the Marcano days. He thinks it gives him a leg up with Danna.

“It’s kill or be killed world.” He respects the old ways. “You know that, if you’re people were half as...industrious as you are. We wouldn’t be in this mess.” How does this make any sense? This is the reason Nicki hates him.

“Welcome home.” Nicki greets me. “How was dinner?” “Uneventful.” I start to undo my blouse. Nicki is already in bed and reading the “Jet” magazine “How was the first day back?” I plop on my side of the bed. “It was fine.” She starts. “Everything was right where I left it. Ray is talking about looking at some new territory.” “He loves shiny things.”

“Should he slow down?” “I don’t know.” I look at her. My girlfriend helps me undress. “They love money, but aren’t great with sustaining.”

“Red River is fine. Speaking of, I’m going out there after the meeting.” My shoes drop to the floor.

“I’ll see what Mort thinks about it.”

“Thanks.” She pauses. “Dottie, is it still an idea to license the moonshine?” “It’s an idea. Last time, I got shot down.” She knows that. Mort decided we could make more money running it illegally. If we go legit with it, we have to follow government regulations. “I know your stuff is good. I serve it.” Can we please stop talking about work?”

“Thank you.” She pushes out. “Your stepmother called to make sure we got in okay.” “Did she want us to send more moonshine?” I joke. “Lord knows how much she enjoyed it.” We both chuckle thinking of the image of Martha getting drunk after dinner.

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The first thing in the morning, I’m off the Frisco to meet with everyone. First, it’s the meeting before the meeting.

“Hey.” I take a seat next to Morty. We are at the Retrousse Yacht club.

“Welcome back.” Morty smiles. “Get those documents I sent ya?” “I did. New district, huh?” “Yeah.” He makes a dance. “Danna’s not gonna be happy until he owns all of Louisiana.” This is biting at me. “Just say it, Dot.”

“Is it just me or is he paying attention to you all?” I start. “When I’m trying to get a signature---he’s nowhere to be found.” “Dot, that’s why you have executive permissions.” He says, “Danna didn’t imagine being Don. Handling politicians, romancing people.” Morty pauses. “You need to recognize that. Fix your face.” “Morty.” We are always honest with each other. He and Ray have both seen my difficulties with getting respect from Danna. A part of my wonders if they care, either, as long as I’m keeping the feds off their business.

“Hey, kids.” Ray greets and takes a seat at our table. “Morning.”

“See any of you political friends in Washington D.C?” “I didn’t want to see anyone.” “Fair enough.” He says, “if you’re ready to begin, so am I.”

The meeting is a basic overview of what was going on for the under bosses. From there Ray, Morty, and I would provide a higher level overview.

“As I mentioned, previously. We have a running account opened at the shooting range in the Bayou.” Morty says, “Up until the end of March. We urge you and your men to take advantage of that.” “It’s very important to me that we are one of the biggest and strongest armies.” The Don speaks. “For those who choose not to take advantage, you have my full support to impose consequences.”

“There you have it.” Ray nods. “With that, I give the floor back to Ray.” Morty gestures to him. “With no further words from the Don.” Ray pauses and Danna says nothing. “Alright. Have a good day, everyone, and let’s go make some fucking money.” His catch phrase. Every one starts to disperse. I make eye contacts with the Don. I watch Alma. I need to talk to her.

“Alma. May I have a word, please?” “Dottie. Long time, no see.” “It’s amazing how time flies” “Yeah.” She offers a cigarette. She’s right. We all see each other at meetings like these. My job is so detached from them. With the exception of Nicki, I don’t speak with them unless we need to.

“I’ll make this quick. I got rather disturbing about the Ristorante.” I say, “In river Row. I’m having issues with union workers getting drunk and causing issues, again.” “Oh, I did not know that was a problem again.” “That’s why I am bringing this to your attention.” “No, I was not aware that it was a problem for them to get drunk at a bar.” “A restaurant, Alma. It is when it scares other working patrons and staff. Yes, it is a problem.”

“It’s River Row, what else is there?” “Alma.” I take a step forward. “I hired your muscle to keep things safe. You don’t want me to pull out my support.” “I will look into it.” She concedes. “Thank you.”

“Look who is home in time for dinner.” Nicki comments. “I thought I was cooking for one.” “Surprise!” I say, sarcastically. “So are you heading to your office or should I set about place at the table?” “Another place, please?” “Great.” She walks up to me and kisses my lips. “How was your day?”

“It was alright. Had no idea the training was a mandate.” She turns back to dinner. “Enzo had me go through the logs.” She pauses. “He really think-” “He wants us to take over Louisiana.” I say, “That means we have to be strong enough to fight for it.” I take a seat at our dinner table.

“I am all for expanding.” She says, “I feel like half of our job is preparing for battle. Preparing for...something.” There is a silence between us as I think of her point. “What about you?”

“Oh you know, I spent the day talking to a brick wall.” “That good?” She chuckles. “I’m sorry, Dot. He doesn’t pay attention to you, he limits you.”

“Nicki. I need a work related favor.” “And what can I do for you?” She brings two places to the table. “I need two of your men to hang outside of the Ristorante in River Row. Tell what they see. With the union members, or Alma’s guys.” “You want us to spy?” “If I choose the haitians, they would know.” She’s silent. “It’s bad for business and I’m really trying to expand, here.”

“What’s going on?” “Union members getting drunk, scaring patrons, and security giving them a pass. I just need to know.”

“Fine.”

“Thank you. My day is already so much better.” “Great. Can we eat now?”

#mafia iii #louisiana uproar #fanfiction #season three #nicki burke #alma diaz #mob #mafia au #mafia rp #my writing #mafia 3 #crime #crime family #organized crime #strong female lead #strong female character #strong female #feministfiction #feministmafia

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kpopaccountidontwanttodelete · 7 years

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Bellissima Morte

Characters: Jennie (Black Pink) Namjoon (BTS) Genre: Fluff, Angst(???), Thriller Warnings: Murder, Blood Words: 1104

Friday.

Today seemed a bit too gloomy to continue his weekly jog, so he went to the café a bit earlier. He saw her sitting down at her usual spot at the corner and smiled. ‘Never late.’ He thought.

“Hey Joon, usual iced Americano?” Minseok, the barista asked. “Or are you feeling something a bit warmer today? It’ll be pouring soon.” “Macchiato, thanks…” He said, still looking at her. “Hyung… what’s her name?” “Her?” he pointed to the silent reader in the corner. “He name’s Jennie Kim, she’s been coming over on Fridays for about 2 to 3 months now. Pretty as hell, but doesn’t talk much.” Minseok hummed before he walked off to make the drink.

Kim Namjoon, 26, an A&R Director for BigHit Entertainment; producing models, singers, dancers, actors even MC’s and producers. He was in charge of scouting and training the artists, preparing them for their fame. Every week he’d go out for a run and end up at a small café near the lake and every time Namjoon had noticed her and found everything about her simply beautiful. She had a small smile from time to time but then a little frown; he guessed the books had affected her a lot. Once in a while she’d look up and catch him staring at her. She’d look away and blushed a bit. It’s a bit of a cliché isn’t it?

“Here you are. Anything else?" “Whatever she drinks, put one on me and give it to her.” With a smile, Namjoon took his mug and headed to a table, not too far from hers. This time when they locked eyes, she held it.

The next week

Namjoon walked in and smiled softly, looking over to see her reading quietly at her usual spot.

After ordering, he held his mug and bit his lip, walking over to her.

“This seat taken?” He asked and smiled. And with a small giggle, she replied, “All yours,” her face relaxed a bit as she hummed “Thank you, for the drink... Guessing Minseok Oppa told you bout me?”

“Kind of. But I’d like to know more from you.” He grinned cheekily.

“Got a name, Mr. Charming? “ “Namjoon, and you are?” He asked, for the sake of being polite.

“I’m positively sure that Minseok Oppa told you my name, Namjoon.” She eyed him playfully.

“You got me. Jennie; Promise I won’t forget that.” He chuckled.

And with a small smirk, she leaned in and hummed, “I’ll make sure you won’t.”

By the next 2 weeks, they started meeting up outside the café, going on dates. In next couple months, Namjoon finally asked her out properly and she had agreed. Namjoon was in bliss. He knows that they’ve only been seeing each other for a short amount of time, however, he knew he’d never want to lose her. She was so perfect in his eyes.

“Hey Princess,” Namjoon walked into his kitchen to see her wearing his shirt and a pair of shorts. “I have the weekend off from work. Want to go somewhere with me?” He asked, arms wrapping around her small figure.

After turning off the stove, Jennie hopped up and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Well since you’re begging,” She says with a cheeky smile, “I guess I could make time.” She kissed him softly. “Are you going to the office now?”

Namjoon nodded and pecked her lips again softly, “And I’m late,” He winked and set her down. “See you tonight, Princess."

That weekend, the couple drove up to a remote area in the mountains and settled in a small getaway cabin Namjoon owned.

They had brought a bottle of tequila, just for fun.

Jennie had suggested they make a small campfire outside and play a drinking game; the first to pass out loses. With a confident smirk, Namjoon took the challenge.

“Try me, Princess.”

Time passed as the amber liquid lessened and Namjoon started to feel very nauseous and light headed, although he hadn’t had enough to drink to feel so. He looked around the forest and saw his loving girlfriend putting out the fire. The ground seemed to sway beneath his feet and he felt breathless, his knees quivered violently before he finally dropped.

Hours later, Namjoon groaned softly, stirring awake. A sudden sense of panic rose when he found that he could not move any of his limbs. He found himself tied to a chair but paid no mind; his only thought was to look for his princess.

“JENNIE? BABY WHERE ARE YOU?” He yelled and tugged against the restraints, burning his wrists.

The door opened and someone walked in while clicking her tongue. “Always so loud, no matter what we do…” Jennie came into sight and sighed softly, taking a seat in front of Namjoon and smiled.

“Hello, Namjoon.” “Princess, untie me. This isn’t funny.”

“You think I’m joking?” Jennie smirked and raised an eyebrow. She lifted her skirt a little to retrieve three four-inch platinum-coated throwing knives form its sheath and twirled them around her finger before throwing one at him. The man screamed as the small knife stuck onto his thigh.

“Oh shut it. That wasn’t half as bad as what you made hundreds of girls go through. Starving themselves, surgery, depression.” Jennie glared at him, reminding him of how he treated artists from his company, driving them insane – even suicidal.

She threw another small knife, hitting him in the shoulder.

“J-Jennie, please… I’m sorry…!” He cried out through the searing pain.

“You know, at first, I didn’t want to go through with this. I watched you in the coffee shop; you seemed so… perfect. Honestly, I thought I could just run away with you. But after a few months, you really do show your true colours, Oppa. I’m not surprised a lot of people wanted you dead.” Jennie drew near, pulling the knife out of his thigh before sitting down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, tracing patterns on his jaw.

“You know, you weren’t that good. I faked everything.” She said with a sweet, cynical smile. “You should have worked on that…” Namjoon glared at her before flattering his eyes down in pain as she applied pressure to the blade, drawing blood. “It won’t matter now anyway. You’re as good as gone. No one will ever find you, baby.”

“Princess- please…” He choked out, tears streaming down his face. “Please, we c-can still run away… P-please baby, I-I-I l-love you!”

“Yeah, ” She smiled softly and slid the pretty pink blade across his throat; deep crimson liquid splattering across her cheek and shirt.

“But I don’t.”

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dancesontheedge · 7 years

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An age and a half ago, @tavsancuk tagged me in a 10 characters in 10 fandoms meme. I am finally filling it. I have laid myself some ground rules. I will choose and present to you, in no particular order, my ten favorite male characters. I will also include explanations for my picks. I am strongly considering doing a mirror post with my ten favorite female characters with explanations. Also, some of them are coming with fic recs. Sorry not sorry. Most of those recs will route you to FFN. That, I am a little sorry about. Since this is explanation heavy, I’ll put it under a read more.

Finn (Star Wars) This fabulous man turns his back on everything he has ever been taught because he realized it was wrong. He broke more than a decade’s worth of programming to free Poe Dameron, and then he went back for Rey despite his fear of the First Order. That takes serious guts, and I have so much respect for his character.

have you heard by peradi Finn sparks a stormtrooper revolution.

Jess Mariano (Gilmore Girls) Jess grew so much over the course of the series. We did not get to see most of it happening, but he went from a really messed up, angry at the world teenager to a well-adjusted and very successful adult (based on what we’ve seen). Also, though he and Rory had their issues as a couple, he was the only one of her boyfriends who she did not feel the need to change for.

Of Books and Music by once-was-serendipity. Instead of cutting off all contact with Rory when he left in season 3, Jess sent books with his margin-notes to Rory. We see him deal with all of his shit. Pay the Piper by Iscah McKrae. Immediately after Rory’s disastrous visit to Philadelphia, Shane contacts Jess to tell him they have a daughter who she wants not part of. Jess winds up taking full custody. Incomplete. Truths Universally Acknowledged by 12cubed. A Jane Austen report assigned by Mr. Medina spirals out of control as Taylor announces a Jane Austen festival. Season 2 style Rory/Jess pining. Tide and Moon by once-was-serendipity. Jess and Rory’s relationship over seasons 2 and 3 plays out a bit differently. Mostly, Jess get’s his shit together earlier. Incomplete.

Zuko (Avatar the Last Airbender) Over the course of the series, Zuko realized that his father was evil and everything he had been taught (by someone not-Uncle-Iroh) was either a lie or immoral. Once he finished being in denial about it, he took action, ultimately changing sides and working to atone for the wrong he had done when he still believed in his father.

Embers by Vathara. At the beginning of season 2, Zuko discovers the secret of healing fire, and then things get super AU, super fast. Lots of worldbuilding, and I swear to god this author’s a goddess. Has been described as “Atla in the style of Game of Thrones, minus the sex” Mismatched by Kimberly T. In season 1, Zuko discovers an Earth Kingdom baby with mismatched eyes. Because local superstition claims the baby is a witch-child and bad luck because of it, Zuko adopts him. This speeds his realization that everything he knows is wrong by quite a bit. Incomplete. Second Nature by lazyartisan. At the end of season 1, Zuko is captured at the North Pole. Angst ensues. Essentially, the author upped the stakes and ignored the “kids show” genre. Incomplete-ish. The author told the story she wanted to tell, but ends the story at the end of season 2 rather than resolving everything. She may eventually update again, she may not. Another Brother by AvocadoLove. Zuko was scarred much younger than in canon and is found by Chief Hakoda almost dead on a Fire Navy ship. Hakoda takes him in, and he is raised in the Southern Water Tribe alongside Sokka and Katara.

Steve Rogers (MCU) Steve Rogers’ moral compass is so on point it’s honestly terrifying. His entire morality basically boils down to “I don’t like bullies or trust the people in power not to be bullies,” and honestly that’s the kind of role model we all could use. He is uncompromising, but he’s right with an alarming consistency. And he’s genuine, which warms the cockles of my own way-too-honest heart. (It should, perhaps, be noted that this is why Benjamin Tallmadge is my favorite Turn character and that these traits are reflected in one of my most formative female characters, Keladry of Mindelen.)

Serenade by CSI Clue. Happy fic. Steve gets a girlfriend and everything is adorable. Choice is Not a Word a Bullet Knows series by bomberqueen17. Winter Soldier followup, so much poly capfam, at least one really awesome OC. A Pretty Boy with a Bird Tattoo by Kryptaria and rayvanfox. Steve/Bucky/Nat OT3, punk college AU. My favorite of their collaborative works (because Nat), but their other stuff (stucky, all of it) is super awesome too. Source Code by Closer. Steve is tired of everyone thinking he’s a robot clone or whatever the conspiracy theory of the week is. Freezer Burn series by Domenika Marzione. Comics/MCU mashup that follows a different Avenger in each of the major stories. Freezer Burn follows Steve, Thaw follows Clint, Revenant follows Nat.

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) Spencer Reid gets put through such shit by the Criminal Minds writers (and the fandom, honestly. We love to watch him suffer), but he continues to be dedicated to justice and peaceful solutions. In addition, he is one of the biggest nerds and genius’ on TV, and is generally way less obnoxious and improbable about it than others of his type. It should be noted that I am not up to date on this show, having missed almost every episode that aired while I was at University, and that I am refusing to watch the current Reid-in-prison-without-his-memory arc. Because that was a bridge too far.

Foxtrot Whiskey Bravo by Kuria Dalmatia. Reid and Elle have a friends with benefits relationship. Very unangsty for my possible Reid picks. The Comstock King’s Daughter by TheKnittingLady. Reid/OC. Reid and his date get kidnapped by an Unsub, things go better than they could. The least depressing/angsty story by this author, the story by this author requiring the fewest content/trigger warnings. This author is *very* good, but her work is pretty messed up. Writes almost exclusively Reid-centrics, usually Reid/OC. Liar by Addicted Archangel. Reid is imprisoned for a crime he did not commit. Somehow not as angsty/whumpy as the current canon storyline. Begins with his conviction, ends with his release.

Gilbert Blythe (Anne of Green Gables) Honestly, who doesn’t love Gilbert? Pining away for Anne and being generally adorable. No long winded explanation here, but can we all just take a second, think of Gilbert Blythe, and smile?

Blythe Spirit and Unromantic Ideal by Morte Rouge. The first three books of the Anne of Green Gables Series from Gilbert’s POV. I promise it’s not repetitive. Some grammar issues.

Christopher Perry/Halliwell (Charmed) This tortured soul happens to fall right in the middle of one of my favorite tropes: Time Travel. Chris travels back in time to prevent his older brother, the most powerful witch to ever live, from turning evil and taking over the world. He lost literally everyone, led the resistance, watched his brother kill his fiance, and when he went back in time was hated by the younger versions of his family for being so driven and not letting them have a life and also for breaking up his mother and father (they, of course, did not know who he was). Also, he’s a sarcastic little shit. It’s like he’s the definition of my preferred angst-button.

A Pair of Ragged Claws by cunneware. Wyatt’s most deadly assassin arrives from the future. It is revealed that she has been magically enslaved by Wyatt, and when that magic is lifted, she decides to aid Chris in his mission to prevent Wyatt from turning evil. Ultimately, it is revealed that Chris is the sisters’ son/nephew. The Last Horcrux by Stonage Woman. Crossover with Harry Potter, AU from book 6. Taking place in the original future where Wyatt is evil, with all the accompanying super-depressing things that come along with that. Harry is in his 40s, still fighting Voldemort, and essentially adopts Chris. If you would like to know where my angst-o-meter sits, this one registers at like an 8 of 10.

Edmund Pevensie (Chronicles of Narnia) Edmund is generally a shit in The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. Nobody will argue that point with you. What’s important to me is how he grows. He decides to become worthy of Aslan’s sacrifice. He decides to live up to his sobriquet “The Just.” He acts to atone for his selfishness and live a life of service.

Harold and Morgan: Not a Romance by rthstewart. This is super a romance. Edmund got married in Narnia to a banker from the Lone Islands. It’s adorable, and I’m quite convinced she’s on the autism spectrum. The Stone Gryphon ‘verse by rthstewart. The Pevensies deal with being back in WWII England, mostly by being ridiculously badass. Not a whole ton of Edmund yet, but it’s awesome, I love everything about it, and could hardly write Narnia recs and not include it. Letting Go by Lirenel. Prince Caspian AU in which Edmund arrives separately from and substantially before his siblings because he wasn’t holding their hands at the train station. The Ledbury Run by Maddy Carr. Back in England, Edmund and Peter participate in a cross-country race and find in their path a downed German paratrooper.

Simon Tam (Firefly) Simon had it all. He had money, he had his dream career, he had parents who were pleased as punch to have him as their son. He gave it all up to rescue his sister from government experimentation and subsequently became a fugitive. He has some trouble adjusting, as you can imagine, from golden child to desperate man on the edges of society, but he never considers going back. Not once. Because his sister was more important to him than all the accolades he could earn.

Alec Hardison (Leverage) Hardison is a hardened criminal. Ish. He takes immense pride in his hacking ability and would be offended if I said he was one of the best in the business. Because he’s the best. But really, Hardison’s a soft touch. He was the one most easily convinced to join the Leverage team and use his crime powers for good. His first heist? Hacking into the Bank of Iceland to pay his Nana’s medical bills. He decided that the Leverage crew was his family, and promptly adopted them all. He’s the team-builder, the block they all built on. He provided the space, he provided the nurturing eye, he paid attention to what his team members wanted and gave it to them. Though he’s a criminal, he’s the moral center of the Leverage crew. Also he’s a giant nerd and completely hilarious.

The Justice League Job by Eatsscissors. Casefic about a stolen comic book. Hardison/Parker.

#i was tagged in a thing #favorite male characters #honorable mentions include #briar moss (tamora pierce)#ben wyatt (parks and rec)#and #benton fraser (due south)

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fearofaherobrine · 7 years

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Roleplay Server Log #183

“Offender Encounter and Valentine's Day Shopping”

-Time skip of a few days-

[Yaunfen] Is trying to get Doc to play as xe is harvesting the garden-

[Doc] Keeps pausing to play with them. Then shakes a potato at them in mock annoyance - I'm never gonna get this done at this rate.

[Yaunfen] Jumps up to bite the potato-

[Doc] Lets hir hand fall with the potato and the dragons snout clamped around the end. - Do you really want that?

[Yaunfen] Makes a face and spits it out-

[Doc] I didn't think so. How about this instead? - Xe offers one of the candycane cat tails-

[Yaunfen] Chirps in curiousity-

[Doc] You are way too cute. Have a taste, it's okay.

[Yaunfen] Starts gumming the candy plant-

[Doc] There you go. - Xe kneels down to hug hir baby-

[Yaunfen] Trills-

[Deer] Comes outside- Love, is everything okay? You're taking some time...

[Doc] Ah! You caught me slacking! Darn it. Too busy playing with our baby to concentrate.

[Deer] Giggles- Perhaps I can help. Come here Yaunfen

[Yaunfen] Runs over to Deer-

[Doc] Is watching with the most peaceful gaze, xe's so happy and seeing them both smiling warms all of hir hearts.

[CP] Lands on an outcropping on the side of the castle- OI!

[Doc] Looks up from the grass. -Hey Cp! It's a lovely day for a bit of flying huh?

[CP] - Actually, I'm heading out, do you wanna give a try at entering the real world or not

[Doc] Well yes. I need to know at some point. Do you think I'm ready to do that on my own?

[CP] - We'll find out, do you want to go to where ever your.... Friend, is?

[Doc] Maybe? But if you need to go out for something, won't that be far from your destination?

[CP] - I can just teleport us to the destination

[Doc] Ah. The beach is the usual spot, will that work? Then I won't be bugging them when we don't have time to visit.

[CP] - Is there an electronic on the beach? Because that's kinda necessary

[Doc] I can arrange for something if you give me a minute. - pulls out hir phone-

[CP] Rolls his eyes-

[Yaunfen] Is running around trying to get a better look at CP-

[Doc] Is un unplugged Tv good enough?

[CP] - Yeah...

[Doc] Dawn says we can have it. She never watches it anyway. She'll have Mort haul it to the beach, give him like ten minutes to do it. Okay?

[CP] - Whatever

[Doc] Why the sudden itch to go out?

[CP] - There's a few things I need to get

[Doc] Really? Are we going... shopping? That's right, isn't it?

[CP] - Well... Yes...

[Doc] Is American currency okay? I've got a paypal card....

[CP] - Yeah, it will

[Doc] Looks at Deerheart - someday my love... I'm sorry to jet off. I'll hurry back.

[Deer] - Don't worry, I'll have Yaunfen to keep me company

[Doc] And all our other cute critters. You should have seen the cuddle pile I woke up too, flopped Galvantula with Exeggcutes all snuggled on them.

[Deer] Laughs a little- And you took no screenshots?

[Doc] I was saving them for the dinner table. So everyone could see - passes her a picture-

[Deer] Laughs again-

[CP] Comes down- Are they ready yet?

[Doc] Holds up the carrot - Yeeeeee..... yes. Ready now.

[CP] Creates an opening to the digital realm- I'll help you find the screen

[Doc] Kisses hir mate and baby before following him out-

[CP] Closes the opening and concentrates before taking a determined stride towards the screen-

-The beach is as they remembered it, bright and sunny. Mort is sitting a few yards away with a fishing pole and waves cheerfully-

[Mort] Hey Cp!

[CP] Scowls before turning back towards the screen which he had closed behind him to watch and see if Doc can make it through-

-Behind Cp a rather large CRT tv is sitting with it's back against the base of a tree and the cord trailing off into some weeds.

[Mort] Nice trick-

[Doc] Is trying to make a hole but having some difficulty keeping it open.

[CP] - Well? Are you coming?

[Doc] Jams up against the resistance and pushes with all hir might.

[CP] - Come on you fucker

[Doc] Takes a few steps back and huffs before running at the ragged slashes that are already closing. There's an unpleasant sound of space time ripping between the two realms and the doctor shoots out of the screen as a full sized dragon and barrels into Cp, sending them both skidding down the sand and into the cold shallows.

[Mort] HOLY CRAP

[CP] - YOU FUCKER!

[Doc] Spitting water and sand Xe's soaked and coughing from the salt-

[CP] - GET OFF!

[Doc] Wiggles around and gets up on the beach before changing back- I did it!

[CP] - Yeah... But turning into a dragon to get out generally won't work asshole!

[Doc] I just used my head, that's all. Ha.

[CP] Is not amused-

[Doc] Sorry I got you wet.

[CP] Erupts into a cloud of steam and is dry within a minute or so-

[Mort] Also a handy trick...

[CP] - Change your clothes fucker, you'll stand out and we don't want that

[Doc] Aw.... dammit. - Xe morosely takes off hir coat and gloves and puts them away. Underneath hir tank top is black and tight and xe has a little bit of cleavage showing from a pair of small boobs.

[Mort] Doc..?

[Doc] What?

[Mort] Uh.. nothing.

[CP] - You ready?

[Doc] Yeah... - pouts a bit

[CP] Puts a hand on hir shoulder and teleports them to behind a large shopping center, he's donned his usual sunglasses and jacket-

[Doc] Turns down hir glitch so the faint glow of hir eyes isn't visible in the sunshine.

[CP] - Come on- CP leads them around to the front of the store and inside

[Doc] There's an instant change of mood as the digital entity is overwhelmed by the fully 3-d colors and textures of everything around hir. Xe stumbles a little from the assault of unfamiliar smells and sounds-

[CP] Glances back at them- You okay?

[Doc] Holds the tail of his jacket to steady hirself- Just a little dizzy from everything...

[CP] - Grab a cart and lean against it

[Doc] Does so and walks along slowly beside him.

[CP] - What I need is in hardware, so feel free to wander

[Doc] Look at all the little toys! I smell catnip.

[CP] - No

[Doc] But I could get something for Grinny- Is picking up mouse toys and rattle balls. - And a big rawhide bone for Smiledog!

[CP] Groans-

[Doc] Shakes a soft spring happily. - LH would love this. I've never seen anything shaped like this before. Oh, they're cheap too. I can get lots!

[CP] - Whatever... You done looking here? Or should I expect you to get stuff for all the pokemon to?

[Doc] I'm not sure what I could get for them... better to do that in one of their games probably. Good thinking though.

[CP] - Come on, we also need to stop by the food section. I did tell you I'd get you a pepper if you made it out on your own

[Doc] Are we hurrying? There's so much here. - Is drawn to a very pink and gaudy display - what's... Valentines Day?

[CP] Stiffens- It's nothing...

[Doc] It sure looks like something. So many hearts.... and they look like our kind, not the complex ones with the valves and such.

[CP] - It's a holiday that some humans celebrate

[Doc] Is it health-related?

[CP] - No

[Doc] Starts reading the cards- My dearest.... Lover, beloved.... best girlfriend ever.. oh! It's all so sweet!

[CP] Makes a gagging expression-

[Doc] Meanie. - Xe's poking around on the stuffed animals and gets to the chocolate boxes - What's in... chocolates? With fruit and stuff in them?

[CP] - Are you done yet?

[Doc] No. I'm gonna get a big one and make lots for everyone from it! This looks neat!

[CP] - It's sickening

[Doc] I think you just don't know anything about it at all and that's why you won't tell me.

[CP] - Once, I've participated in it once

[Doc] Sure you have...

[CP] - It's when I gave Lie Rosebud

[Doc] AWWWW, so you give people pink things on a special day?

[CP] - No! It's basically a holiday to show your significant other how much you care about them

[Doc] Is quiet for a moment, and then -I love it! I'm gonna tell everyone. What a great idea!

[CP] - How about no

[Doc] Puts the huge box firmly in the cart and starts walking away- Coming Cp?

[CP] Groans but follows-

[Doc] Pulls up a partially clear object from a stand near some clothes and fusses with it. There's a hook on one end like a cane and the plastic has white scallops at the top, the while thing is wrinkled in long pleats- What IS this?

[Doc] hits a button and jumps as the object whooshes open - Ah!

[CP] - That's an umbrella idiot

[Doc] Is looking at the top, it has a cute smiling cloud at the apex of the dome and the rest is clear or white. - what's it for? It's adorable.

[CP] - To protect humans from the rain

[Doc] Puts it in the cart as well - I'll give it to Deerheart. She'll appreciate both the cuteness and the irony.

[CP] - Doc... You have to close it

[Doc] Show me?

[CP] Sighs and reaches down, pressing in on the latch at the top and sliding the bit of plastic back towards the handle- There

[Doc] Tidy. I like it! - Xe looks a little farther afield- Must be baby stuff over there, everything is pastel.

[CP] - Could probably use some locks to keep baby dragons out of stuff

[Doc] Then lead on-

[CP] - Must I?

[Doc] You know what you want. Keep an eye out for some antiacids. I'm not sure where that would be.

[CP] - With the other medicines

[Doc] Shrugs helplessly-

[CP] Points in the direction of the medicines- I'll meet you over there

[Doc] Goes wandering a bit sullenly. Xe's still slightly afraid of Cp ditching hir again. Xe cuts through the toys and stops to stare at all the teeny Lego things before gravitating inexoribly to a mostly black display. A pack of cards is put in the basket and the Doctor moves on.

[CP] Is quick to grab some baby proof locks before looking for Doc-

[Doc] Finds the mirrors and freezes in front of a large one. Xe can't take hir eyes off hir reflection, there's just too much. And xe can feel the edges of a panic attack trying to begin.

[CP] Spots them and silently walks closer- This isn't the medicine aisle

[Doc] Mumbles - Mirror... for Splender... just a little one...

[CP] Pushes Doc away from the large one- Then you don't need this one

[Doc] Shivers- Thank you...

[CP] Grabs a small one and pushes them completely out of the aisle-

[Doc] I smell something....- Xe comes around and turns toward the garden supplies-

[CP] - Yes, garden supplies

[Doc] No...it's not just dirt. - Xe heads for a small display of plants and runs hir hands across them before taking a huge sniff. - It's this... I want this- the plant has tiny purple flowers and the smell of lavender coming off of it is nearly overwhelming.

[CP] - Really? Lavender?

[Doc] It makes me feel... calmer somehow... Doesn't it smell good to you? You like your wife's flowers at least. I could make another and you could give it to Lie.

[CP] - It's one of the flowers she based her calming off of

[Doc] But stronger smelling... the whole plant smells, not just the flower.

[CP] - Get it if you want

[Doc] I intend too. Did you find what you were looking for?

[CP] - Not yet, but it should be in the next section over- He grabs the front of the cart and starts dragging it along

[Doc] Just puts hir feet up on the rungs and lets the cart go with Cp.

[CP] Enters the hardware section and browses the selection. There are several things he could buy to tease Lie with, but he's looking for one thing in particular. He smirks as he spots the small padlocks at the end of the aisle and he grabs a couple of them- Alright, that's all I need

[Doc] Is looking at a scrap of paper - where's the baking aisle?

[CP] - With the rest of the food on the other side of the store

[Doc] Wanders over to a display of garden tools - at least most of this stuff I recognize...

[CP] - Yes it's it's mostly stuff we don't need

[Doc] I didn't say I wanted it, just that I knew what it was. This may be old hat to you, but quite a bit of it is new to me.

[CP] - You do realize that Lie could probably make any of this for you, for free, right?

[Doc] What? You mean the tools?

[CP] - THE PLANTS YOU IDIOT!

[Doc] Don't get so mad, I'm just getting the one. Why do you care anyway? It's my money.

[CP] - Because it's more time being spent here

[Doc] Then let's get the medicine and the food and leave.

[CP] - Good- Starts turning away to head towards the other side of the store

[Doc] Just follows, quietly gawking

[CP] Walks past the body products aisle-

[Doc] Sniffs- more smelly stuff...

[CP] - For baths and such

[Doc] Nothing we need then, I deliberately keep soaps and detergents off the server. Nobody really needs them and they pollute the water and dirt.

[CP] - Even if it can make your mate and the room smell better?

[CP] Is seriously considering buying a crap ton of them just to piss Doc off-

[Doc] That would be stupid Cp. Deerheart always smells nice. I don't think she's even capable of sweating. And if I want the room to smell good I'll just pot some of Lie's oily flowers that she made for Sweet Alex. This stuff is gross and unessesary.

[CP] - Yeah but there are scents in there that we don't have in game

[Doc] Don't care. - Xe gives Cp a steady look- If I said I wanted to poison your mate for the sake of something smelling better you'd tear my head off. Let it go.

[CP] - But it wouldn't be poisoning! You could literally just open the bottle and never actually use it

[Doc] No. And I really don't want any of this nasty plastic packaging either. I'm going to have to gather it up and figure out a way to destroy it later.

[CP] Rolls his eyes- Whatever, let's get what we need

[Doc] Quietly- You live there too you know....

[CP] - Uh, I have an entire other server to retreat to

[Doc] I don't feel like arguing with you about where your true home is. But I think Lie would say it's where her friends are. And your home is where she is.

[CP] Grumbles a little-

[Doc] Finds a display of stomach remedies and picks out a jar of antacids. - Let's get the food and go. I need a box of rennet. It should be with the yeast and flour and junk.

[CP] - Rennet?

[Doc] It's for making cheese. Some kind of enzyme. I think TLOT could do some magick with it.

[CP] - Oh joy- They reach the food and CP is looking at the signs just above to see what's on each aisle

[Doc] Spots the sugar and cake mixes and scoots ahead. Xe runs a finger along the shelf and snatches the tiny box. And a carton of salt. - Perfect. You said something about peppers?

[CP] - Yeah, so you can learn what spicyness is

[Doc] Okay? - Xe follows him-

[CP] Walks into the produce section and starts looking for a small container of peppers. He grins when he finds it, it has warning on it, but he hides those with his hands- Here we go, ghost peppers. They're not the spiciest so you should be okay

[Doc] Well I'm not going to eat them now. I want to wheel click everything first so it's not lost. And grab one of those orange things too. It looks interesting.

[CP] - You mean an orange?

[Doc] Yeah. That's why I said one of those orange things. I swear Cp...

[CP] - No, that thing is literally called an orange

[Doc] Decides to just let that go as well. - Are we done?

[CP] - Well unless you want to look around and see if there's anything else you want... There's a bakery over there

[Doc] I'll look at whatever you want to show me.

[CP] - Then go that way

[Doc] Just pushes the cart along, looking at things and people, there's only a few other shoppers right now since it's still a bit early in the day.

[CP] Notices some cream horns and scowls-

[Doc] Cheese...cake? It looks like pudding.

[CP] It's a cream cheese filling... It can be a multitude of flavors

[Doc] Is it good?

[CP] - Depends on the flavor and if you like rich flavors

[Doc] Eh, This one has chocolate and yellow parts, I'll give it a shot. - Takes a small one with a mix of slices.

[CP] Sneaks a strawberry one into the cart as well for Lie-

[Doc] Notices- Those little red things look interesting. Good eye Cp. And it's pink! So you can give it to Lie for Valentines day.

[CP] - No, I'll think of something else,...

[Doc] Oooh. - Grins knowingly- Is there anything else?

[CP] - What do you mean?

[Doc] Anything naughty to purchase?

[CP] - Not here there's not... Except probably lube

[Doc] We'd have to go to that black place in the mall again. They had some really fun things... Deerheart reaaaallllly liked what I bought her.

[CP] Do you really want to go to a sex store?

[Doc] Why? I thought you were in a hurry? I mean, I can put the cold stuff in my inventory and it'll keep just fine.

[CP] - Because I don't feel like making a second trip

[Doc] Shrugs- Okay. I think I have almost enough slots. If you carry three or four things we should be good

[CP] - We could put things in an end chest

[Doc] It's not nessesary.

[CP] - Fine, are we done here then?

[Doc] Yep. I'll go through the line if you're ready.

[CP] - Go ahead, I'll look up where the closest sex store is

[Doc] Resists smiling at the clerk with hir teeth showing as to not freak them out. They're also trying to disguise their fascination with the little belt that's moving the things along up to the register.

[CP] Quickly finds a store and then waits to grab the stuff as the cashier puts it down-

[Clerk] Paper or plastic or reusable bags?

[Doc] Makes a pained face - Um... none. just put them back in the cart.

[Clerk] Stares - uh..

[Doc] Left my resusables out in the car!

[Clerk] Okay....

[CP] - Told ya you were forgetting something

[Doc] Grumbles - I always forget things when you rush me, dear.

[CP] - Don't call me that, you know my wife hates it when you do that

[Doc] Smirks- I guess she should continue to not know about it then, darling.

[Clerk] Is moving faster just in case-

[CP] Looks ready to throttle Doc-

[Doc] Fusses with the machine a little bit and sucessfully gets through the menus with only one mistake-

[Clerk] Hands hir the recipt and the cash xe accidently requested. It's a ten dollar bill-

[Doc] Thanks.

[CP] Starts pushing the cart out of the store-

[Doc] No hard feelings okay? Just having a bit of fun. I am kind of a hot chick today. - struts a bit.

[CP] - Shut up, let's get this stuff in our inventory and then I'll get us to the other store

[Doc] Glances around and loads up the stuff discretely so no one notices.

[CP] Does the same before putting his hand on Doc's shoulder before teleporting them into an alley near the next store- Alright, it's in the middle of this shopping center

[Doc] I'm all excited now. Lead the way.

[CP] Leads them into a discreet looking store amidst a few specialty shops, it is however the biggest shop in the grouping-

[Doc] Ooohhhh. So what are you going to get her? Some boots to match her corset maybe?

[CP] - The fuck should I know?

[Doc] I thought you had a plan, my bad. - Xe's looking at panties with zero shame.

[CP] Scowls an looks around, avoiding the actual toys-

[Doc] Is perusing the restraints and snags a set of wrist and ankle cuffs lined with soft fur.

[Offender] - Good choice~

[Doc] Jumps a little - You!

[Offender] Chuckles- When your done here Trender wants to talk to you

[Doc] Me? - squeaks- What did I fuck up now?

[Offender] - You wanted him to get you some stuff?

[Doc] OH! Oh yes! I thought he'd forgotten but I didn't want to be a pest about it. Thank goodness....

[Offender] - It was mostly the mouse that he was fussy about, and he didn't want the perishables to go bad

[Doc] I see. I thought that would be the easy one. I was under the impression that humans had some kind of weird stores where you can just buy live animals.

[Offender] - Oh, they do, but he doesn't like them at all

[Doc] I don't either. I think it's weird. But the mouse is to make a new mob. And one of it's copies will be a present for Grinny.

[Offender] - Oh, so that's where he went- He looks over at CP- So what's he doing?

[Doc] Looking for a gift for his wife. She's not as comfortable with her sexuality as I am with my mate. So it's difficult.

[Offender] - Then why isn't he looking at the toys?

[Doc] I don't know. I hope he isn't insecure. I've seen him naked and he isn't poorly endowed or anything.

[Offender] Grins- Lets go find out

[Doc] Nervously follows him - Just don't make a scene please...

[Offender] Sneaks up behind CP- So whatcha buying~

[CP] - MOTHER FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!

[Doc] -facepalm-

[Offender] - Need help finding a toy for your little mate?

[CP] - Fuck off Offender

[Offender] - With what?

[Doc] Ugh.... Offender... Cp already has some deep-seated issues because of you. Could you just...not?

[Offender] - But that's no fun, besides, you can't deny that I am a near inexhaustible source of information when it comes to anything sex related

[Doc] Yeah but you made him homophobic. That's not right. I have so many gay friends.

[Offender] - Eh, I can't help it sometimes

[CP] - Why are you even here Offender?

[Offender] - Because Trender refuses to come in here

[Doc] They do have clothes. You'd think he wouldn't mind that much.

[CP] - Trender gets very annoyed at what Offender does...

[Offender] - I just poke him with dildo's over and over

[Doc] Geeze Offender, no wonder he's mad; never go in dry.

[Offender] Chuckle- Only if they don't want me to not use lube

[CP] - Can you both just stop

[Doc] I'm going to go buy these, and this, and one of these. You two catch up. - makes a break for the register.

[CP] - DOC DON'T YOU DARE!

[Offender] - Alright, serious talk, what does your mate like?

[CP] - None of your fucking business!

[Doc] Is sort of listening in while paying, -

[Offender] - Look, I know you pretty much have no experience when it comes to actually buying things, I'm just trying to help you. Especially since I get the feeling this is for valentines day

[Doc] Sort of calls over- So it has to be pink right?

[Offender] Looks confused- Not at all

[Doc] Dammit Cp...

[CP] - Hey, I didn't actually lie to you

[Doc] Makes a pouty face. - I'll remember that....

[Offender] - Now then, head over to the toy section CP, you'll probably have better luck over there. Find something similar to you

[CP] - She doesn't need anything other than me

[Doc] Slinks back over with a black paper bag in tow. - What about an egg?

[CP] - A what?

[Offender] - It's a small toy that vibrates and can be used on pretty much any sensitive spot on your mates little body

[Doc] Plus you can pop it in and leave it there. Some of them come with a little remote to turn it up and down.

[CP] Is hesitating-

[Offender] - Oh for fucks sake, really? This is what can get to you? I've rarely seen you balk at anything unless it's major... This is nothing!

[Doc] Has a rather loud thought- I hope he isn't afraid of competition....

[CP] - I AM NOT!

[Offender] - You re not what?

[Doc] Looks very embarassed now-

[CP] - It's nothing, go away already!

[Offender] - Nah, my proxy is looking at art supplies a few stores over, I told her I wouldn't bug her until she was done

[Doc] You could just get her some soft restraints...

[Offender] - Ooooh, she's into that huh? Wouldn't have thought from what I saw of her... Seemed to flighty and nervous

[Doc] Can't help hirself- That's why she likes them, she's squiggly-

[Offender] - Well, I can certainly give many recommendations on that. Do you have any carabineers?

[Doc] Why does that sound like something that involves pinching?

[Offender] - It's a clip that you can buy at any hardware store. Makes it real easy to release someone from a situation if they don't like it, plus they're really strong and difficult to break

[Doc] Is thinking now - That sounds handy....

[Offender] - Lots of color options too

[Doc] Goes back to the clerk and starts asking questions. - She says the gas station next door carries them with the keychains.

[Offender] - They may be a bit small, but useable...

[CP] - Can we go now?

[Offender] - No, you haven't even bought anything for your mate yet. Even Bloody Painter knows to buy things for Judge every once in awhile!

[Doc] Offender? Do you think I'll be called upon to meet those two anytime soon? I heard they were having trouble concieving.

[Offender] - I don't think brother has told them yet, I think he's waiting to make certain that everything goes okay with BEN's child so he doesn't get their hopes up

[Doc] I'm about 98% sure the reason they can't have a child is because of the Insanity posession.

[Offender] Shrugs- Hey, I'm just the messenger in this case

[CP] Is trying to subtly make his way to the door-

[Doc] Snags Cp by his shirt and holds on- I know you are. But they should know it may be a matter of trading one thing for the other. And BENs kiddo is doing quite well so far. He's happy and healthy and ever declaimed his first word.

[Offender] And what is that first word?

[Doc] Smiles- Wa-er He's gonna be a swimmer. I can feel it.

[Offender] Bursts out laughing-

[Doc] He gets all excited whenever a bath is in the offing.

[Offender] - Even better!

[CP] - Doc, let me go

[Doc] No. Pick something. This was your idea.

[CP] - No it wasn't! You were the one who brought it up!

[Doc] But, but... just do it anyway dammit.

[Offender] Pushes CP towards the toys- Come on, it's not fair if she doesn't have something to play with herself. Can't you just imagine her waiting for you, already wet and wanting as a toy buzzes away inside of her? Perhaps already bound as well?

[Doc] I know I love it when mine is like that...

[CP] - YOU TWO ARE NOT HELPING!

[Doc] We're actually trying to though! You should be happy, I'm cooperating with one of your old housemates instead of fighting!

[Offender] - Should we just pick something out for him?

[Doc] Yes! Fuck, we'll be here all night at this rate.

[Offender] Motions towards the wall of toys- Maybe something for him as well?

[CP] - FUCK NO!

[Doc] Scoffs - He'd never use it voluntarily. Trust me on this one.

[Offender] - Pity

[Doc] I told you! You're the reason he won't!

[Offender] Shrugs- He just doesn't know what he's missing

[Doc] Agreed. I like it every which ways. How about this? It's got the little clit thingie that sticks out the side.

[Offender] - God choice, but we should add a bullet just to be safe- He sneaks a tendril out to cover CP's mouth so the brine can't protest

[Doc] Wicked smile- and a plug. With a little fuzzy tail.

[CP] Growls-

[Offender] - Hmmm, CP? How often have you played with her butt? That will determine how large of a toy we should get her

[Doc] Did I say the plug was for you to wear Cp? No I did not.

[Offender] - Now then, how many times have you played with her butt?

[CP] Mentally- Never

[Offender] - You have never played with your mates butt?

[Doc] Just get the medium, that's safe. And lube. He can't use the slime, he's too hot.

[Offender] - Which lube? We've got edible of various flavors, scented, oil based, water based, all sorts of types

[Doc] Something that won't harden if it gets hot.

[Offender] - Don't know, lets see what we have here

[CP] Gets his mouth free- I already have some asshole

[Doc] Oh YES, you do. The ones you took from my house that I drove myself bonkers looking for. - scowls at Cp

[CP] - It was funny from my end

[Doc] Asshole....

[Offender] - Alright, think she might enjoy edible panties?

[Doc] Why would someone want to eat underwear?

[Offender] - For fun

[Doc] Humans are weird....

[Offender] - But creative

[Doc] Not gonna fight you there. How about this? - It's an under the bed restraint with cuffs and cords.

[Offender] - Nice

[Doc] And a fuzzy collar. - It has a nice fat ring on the front, and a simple silver buckle on scarlet leather with black fluff inside.

[Offender] - What about a gag?

[CP] - Will you two stop already?

[Doc] Eh.... hard to use a safe word with a gag.... and I personally love hearing my lovers sweet moans.

[Offender] - There are some gags that are more visual than actually effective, like a bit gag. You can still understand your lover around those

[Doc] I'm on the fence. It's Cp's money anyway.

[Offender] - Actually it's brother's money, but we have so much of it he doesn't really care

[Doc] Then I guess get it. It's up to Lie if she wants to use it anyway.

[Offender] Snags a few different types- Okay... Anything else we can think of?

[Doc] Turns away and puts a package into Offenders hands so Cp can't see. It's a latex posing pouch and a X-shaped configuration of leather straps and buckles for a males chest.

[Offender] His grin widens-

[Doc] He won't use it without some convincing but if it turns Lie on he will.

[Offender] Takes everything up to the counter to pay for it-

[CP] Is grumbling and growling-

[Doc] Don't be like that. You like sex.

[CP] Flips Doc off-

[Offender] Returns with a couple of bags for CP- Here we go

[Doc] Okay, lets go see what Trender has to say. We've kept him waiting long enough....

[Offender] Leads them outside after passing the bags to CP- Trender!

[Trender] Is standing by the wall watching the humans pass, but he does turn to look at them. He has a rather large bag with him-

[Doc] Waves cheerfully. -

[Trender] - There you are, I have the rest of what you asked for here

[Doc] Excellent! Thank you! And if you need more of the fireproof stuff just send me an email, or ask Cp to go yell at me. He loves doing that anyway.

[Trender] - Duly noted- He holds the bag out to Doc

[Doc] Takes it gratefully and looks inside. - Aww... what a cute mouse.

[Trender] - I had to send Scarfy to get it

[Offender] Snickers at his brother-

[Doc] Well I appreciate it. And the copies will be appreciated too, however briefly. Grinny's getting at least one.

[Trender] - Oh, so you have Grinny, we were wondering where he had went

[Doc] He's recuperating. We're taking good care of him. Poor thing.

[Trender] - Recuperating?

[Offender] - What?

[Doc] Well... Lj purged him for us, and the sickness that was lying dormant came back with a fury. But he's clean of radiation now.

[Trender] - It took him months to regrow that fur the first time...

[Doc] He's getting fuzzier. And our friend Steve made him a nice black and green sweater to keep him warm in the meantime. Liu and Smiledog are keeping him nicely entertained.

[CP] - Can we go now?

[Trender]- That's good... And Liu? Wasn't that Jeff's brother's name?

[Doc] Oh yes. That's the one. He's been staying at my house.

[Trender] - I wont ask how you managed that

[Offender] Perks as a blonde haired woman leaves a store a few doors down-

[Doc] Grins- I have a friend who deals in the darker arts. All I need is a soul to dump into a minecraft skin, and I can bring back the dead.

[Offender] As the woman approaches Offender drapes himself over her- Arc! Entertain me!

[Arc] - No

[Doc] at Cp- please tell me that's his assistant or something...

[CP] - His proxy

[Doc] Ah... Does she get any weird powers to balance out the aggravation?

[CP] - Well, his roses have no affect on her, otherwise she wouldn't be able to clean her place, but other than that I'm not sure...

[Doc] Sticks out hir hand - Hi Arc, I'm Doc. Fixer of anything. Pleased to meet you. - Theirs a fair amount of pity in hir eyes.

[Arc] - Arc, this assholes proxy

[Doc] You have my condolences, if there's anything a mere Herobrine can do to ease your hearts, let me know.

[Offender] - Arc, you wound me!

[Arc] - Nah, I've gotten pretty used to him being around. He does have his uses to

[Doc] Can't resist - Like what? Just protection?

[Arc] - Well there's that, plus during the summer it gets really hot in my apartment and his skin is pretty cool so that's a bonus. Downside is unless he wants up, he won't let me out of the bed

[Doc] You can see the wheels turning-

[Doc] Xe pulls up the creative, it's not visible to anyone else and makes a saddlebag trunk before pulling it out. It looks like a squared off backpack.

[Doc] Xe spawns a few blocks of packed ice and drops them in. Before holding it out to her- Here. Just drop one of these. They never melt. Better then an AC unit and no electricity.

[Arc] - Oh! Um... Okay?- She takes the bag and throws it over her shoulder [Offender] - Aaaaaaaaarc [Arc] - What? [Offender] - I'm hungry! [Arc] - You just ate!

[Doc] Is having some uncomfortable thoughts around how it must be to babysit someone with more powers then you. -It'll hold way more then it looks like too, and keep anything you put in at the temp it was when you stored it.

[Arc] - Cool, that'll be useful- Is ignoring Offender as he pokes away at her with his tendrils

[Doc] Basically whispers at Arc- If you ever need a vacation my door is always open.

[Arc] - It's fine, like I said, I'm used to it by now, and it's not like I have to fuck him or anything

[Doc] Is trying to think of a way to express hir relief without sounding rude. - Ah, okay...

[Offender] - She's my virgin proxy

[Trender] - Speaking of proxies, Solaces seems to have started to settle in

[Doc] Why virgin? Oh! Are you an asexual? Several of our friends are. Oh... did someone wander into the woods and get marked?

[Trender] - I'm referring to the girl you convinced them to spare doctor

[Arc] - No, I'm just currently not interested

[Doc] Makes the most sincely relieved face. - Thank goodness. I was worried for her. I know you couldn't just let her go but, I'm glad all the same.

[Doc] So how are Ej's cooking lessons going?

[Offender] Starts laughing- He's almost as bad as LJ!

[Trender] - There have been a few incidents

[Doc] Awww. Well it just takes practice. And everyone should know how to cook. It's no good to be too dependant on other people for basic things. Granted it's a bit easier in our game, but he hates my guts, so it is what it is.

[Offender] - He'd rather eat them

[Doc] Shivers rather hard - I think I gave him enough of my innards already...

[CP] - Are we done here yet?

[Offender] - Awww, do you want to get home to test the new toys?

[CP] - I will stab you

[Doc] There are people around, let's not make a scene...

[Offender] - So? I can just erase their memories

[Doc] Please don't... and he's right, Cp and I have gifts to distribute. We should be going. Unless you guys need anything from me?

[Trender] - Not that I'm aware of

[Doc] Is Slender all healed up? You said something about his tentacles? My head was a bit fuzzy at the time.

[Offender] - Some of his tendrils had been cut off during that fight, they are healed now though

[Doc] Ah good. I can rebuild body parts, but it's rare that anyone ever asks for more then the usual arms and legs. It's usually a treat when they do.

[Trender] - I see

[Offender] - Arc! Let's go get cake!

[Doc] Reaches into hir inventory and copies the cheesecake- Here you go!

[Offender] - Awesome! Arc, have some with me!

[Arc] - Not right now Smexy

[Doc] Giggles at 'Smexy'-

[Offender] Continues to whine-

[Doc] Offender, you should give Arc something nice for Valentine's day.

[Offender] - I try! But she won't let me!

[Solace] -Sidles up alongside them, sipping from a cup- To be fair, most of your gifts aren't that friendly...

[Doc] I think I know you..? Do I?

[Solace] You were drunk, but yes. Solace.

[Luna] Peeks out from behind Solace-

[Offender] - What's that supposed to mean!?

[Doc] Then I'm sorry if I said anything stupid at the time. Oh! It's you! Are you okay?

[Luna] - Oh, yes, thank you

[Doc] Sorry I couldn't take you with me. But it looks like you gained a more powerful guardian.

[Luna] - Yes, I like being with Solace

[Doc] What's you specialty Solace? The others all seem to have powers geared in specific directions.

[Solace]-cracks a smile- I'm comfort based. Sort of intersect with Splendor here and there..

[Doc] I'm glad Splender isn't the only one who gets a charge from positive things. He's going to get fat hanging around my friends and I. Haha.

[Offender] - That could be very bad...

[Solace] Huh?

[Offender] - You probably haven't overfed before so you wouldn't know this, but if our kind overfeeds we lose control of our bodies, we grow to big, sprout way to many tendrils, and we have to physically remove tendrils in order to correct the issue

[Trender] - We also have great difficulty moving or even speaking if it's bad enough

[Solace] Oh, yikes...

[Offender] - Exactly, it's pretty bad

[Doc] That's unfortunate. But then, I can make an amputation pretty damn quick and painless too. I'm here if he needs me.

[CP] - I wouldn't have called that painless...

[Doc] If you're talking about your hand, that one had complications. If you just wanted something cut off I could literally melt the pixels off and it would cauterize the stump too.

[CP] Flips Doc off-

[Doc] shrugs- Hey, if I did it you now, you could regrow it.

[Trender] - Regrow it?

[Doc] Oh yes, I can too. I gave Cp an upgrade. He's more like me now. All the parts contain the whole and then some. My digital existence is nearly fractal in nature.

[Offender] - Dude, that is weird and awesome

[Doc] That's what I meant when we were talking about genitals Offender- I've made myself in the image of my home. Anything I don't want can't be snapped off or added on to. Block by block, every pixel is moveable.

[Offender] - Cool...

[Doc] And I wanted to make up for what little Cp lost with Insanity. He's pretty much indestructable now.

[Trender] - She's still very upset about that

[Doc] Consider it revenge for screwing him over in the first place. The knife she so kindly pulled from his back might as well have been put there by her to begin with..

[CP] - Can we fucking go now!?

[Offender] - Just be careful Doctor...

[Trender] - She has her eyes on you, but we've been keeping her at bay for you

[Offender] - At least whenever your near us that is

[Trender] - But what do you mean she screwed him over? We know some of her methods are unconventional, but not so horrible

[Doc] I thank you for the protection then. But Insanity may have had a hand in Cp's attempted deletion in the first place. His NOTCH seems unbalanced to me anyway. But Cp had and has a very powerful defender that wanted to come to his aid when the NOTCH attacked him, but Insanity kept her away and then hid him from her afterwards when Flux probably could have healed him herself.

[Offender] - Flux?

[Doc] The spirit of the server where he was made. A being of pure magick. Not quite a mother, but certainly a guardian and a healer.

[Offender] - Can I fuck her?

[Arc] Face twitches as a red mist forms in her hand and forms a battle axe which she promptly uses to lob off a tendril- NOT APPROPRIATE!

[Offender] Purrs-

[Doc] No. She already has two hopeful suiters already. Besides, she's a server. She has no experience with these kinds of things. I... I think you're missing the point.

[Trender] - He's not, it's just his nature

[Doc] I was pretty damn angry when I found out. Especially since she split up his family and we only found his real father moments before his coding fell apart.

[Arc] - Then you have my condolences

[CP] - I don't need them!

[Doc] Touches Cp's arm. - It's okay. There's nothing wrong with someone expressing sorrow for your loss. Stop trying to not feel anything. It's counterproductive.

[CP] - Shut up

[Arc] - And this is why I'm glad Smexy never took me to the manor unless he absolutely had to

[Doc] It is a bit.... gloomy. No offense. -Just trying to be diplomatic-

[Trender] - It's brother's style and his home... Plus most things end up destroyed within a week anyways

[Solace] That's why I don't stay around for often either. It's tiring. -Sip-

[Doc] Offender, I don't think you'd like my rules much, but either of you are welcome to visit. Our server won't bend under a Slenderbeing.

[Trender] Glances at a watch- That is very generous, but currently I need to pick up Scarfy from his university

[Doc] Another time then, Cp and I need to head back. Enjoy the cake.

[Offender] - Will do

[CP] Quickly grabs Doc and teleports them back to the beach-

[Doc] Breathes a huge sigh - This diplomacy thing is exhausing. But I do feel more at ease dealing with them in daylight in a public place.

[CP] - Eh, you eventually get used to it

[Doc] Can we go home now?

[CP] - Yeah- He creates an opening with the tv and steps through

[Doc] Dashes through behind him with the bags.

[CP] Opens the way to the server and steps into Doc's garden-

[Doc] Calls out over the chat - Honey! I'm home!

[Deer] - In the kitchen!

[CP] - Let's just get this fucking over with

[Doc] Don't be such a sourpuss. We come bearing gifts!

[CP] Glares-

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