#with a fucking fan blasting in my face. this is not how it's supposed to be

[hella1975]

sat watching horror films drinking coffee from my ghost mug. this heatwave has nothing against my sheer commitment to a bit

#the bit being AUTUMN because apparently that's a JOKE. do you know how embarrassing it is trying to set up a halloween vibe #with a fucking fan blasting in my face. this is not how it's supposed to be #also to my fellow countrymen anyone else look outside and it was just. sandy #like what was that about #it's gone now it literally lasted 2 minutes im convinced i made it up #but also our car was COVERED in dust this morning and we were super confused lol #i think the weather said smthn about saharan sands coming over and making the sunsets prettier? #but they said NISH about fucking DUST CLOUDS #hella halloween #hella goes home #my tags are getting as bad as my spotify. girl what if there was a situation

[facefartstories]

Army punishment

"Rise and shine, Fart Face!" BBBRBRRRBBBRRRPPPPTT! "Davis was sitting on top of your chest with his leg lifted in the air and his crotch aimed at your face. The gas blasted from under his ball sack and attacked you for an early wake up call. Ripe ass and strong cheese filled your nose as he stayed in position and wafted the remaining stink into your nose. It was time to awake. All the other recruits had woken up when they were supposed to, but Davis found that you were a heavy sleeper. In his barracks, heavy sleeper get punished with the gas he builds up from the dinner the night before. Before joining the army, you were warned about this lieutenant. He was able to stink out an entire bunker of enemy troops who were quickly arrested after fleeing the dungeon of his stink. A part of basic training was a test... you had to last three hours in a room with nothing to breath but the odor of his farts. You were joining a pretty small squad. Odds were not many people passed that 'fitness' test."Dude, I got more, I think you at least need to TRY and get up." A faint sound of air blew from Davis's pants seam as he made a face of surprise. You knew you were about to get a whiff of even worse stench. BBBRRPPT! BBRMMPPH! BBLLRRRPPT! FFRBBT! BBRPPT! It was constant. You smelled it, you tasted it, you feared if you tried getting up that he'd notice your raging boner. He didn't quit. He would fart, then fan it, fart, then taunt you about how he was gassing you out, fart then he would rub his stomach and tell you about how much more he had. Your cock wasn't going to subside for a while at this point. You could just imagine it being hard all morning long during drills. The group would all laugh at you... and if Davis figured out why, he'd spill it to the whole branch.

"RRRRRMMMPPHHH!"I'm telling you fucker, it's about to get BAD! I'd get up and out if I were you. I'd head to higher ground before I get too comfy, if I get too comfy... this is gonna take a good while." Davis was having a good laugh until he leaned back and his hand poked your stiff cock. "What's this? Holy Fuck! I think he likes it. You like it huh Fart Face?" Davis farted, and farted, and farted some more. You were in a trance watching his face contort and twist as he pushed them out. You were in heaven until you realized that he was actually still pretty upset that you were sleeping in. He grabbed your collar and threw you to the floor. "Get your face into my crotch you fucking fart sniffing faggot!" You did as you were told and your nose pressed into the seam of his pants and you smelled the rank odor of his stale leftover stench to the power of ten. His next fart was phenomenal. Thirty seconds of rank, ripe, cheesy smelling fart assaulted your nose and Davis pulled your face in tighter to his crotch to ensure that you could not escape. Not that you would try. Since just finding out you were a helpless little fart sniffing faggot, he knew you were going to be the most loyal soldier he had. "Mmm, I bet that smells good don't it faggot? I bet you can't wait for that test where I gas you and your little buddies out to test their will power and their stomaches from my stink. Keep sniffing you disgusting freak!" BBBBRRMMMMPPPHHHH! "Better yet, suck my dick off and I'll fart down your fucking faggot throat every opportunity we can get alone... hell... I may even encourage the others to start fartin' in your faggot face like it's some sort of contest or right of passage. You'd like that won't you, you fucking bitch?!" Davis unzipped his pants and you swallowed his flaccid cock to suck on it while he kept your head in farting range. FFFFRBBBBBT BBBRRAAPPPPFFFTT! FFRBBT! that's a good boy. Smell that alpha gas, eat up that alpha stench, worship it, suck on that alpha cock! I'm gonna fart in your face for the rest of your life." At this point you were spilling cum into your pants as Davis told you just how the rest of your life would go. If he were being truthful, you indeed had the best life. A desperate little fart fag with a master who was gassier than any military combined. As you continued snitting, his cum shot into your mouth and he held it shut til you swallowed. You tried keeping him on the bed to fart some more, but you angered him. "Get the fuck up ya little fart faggot! You're still doing 100 burpees for being in bed so late." You watched his ass jiggle out the door and you grinned.You were gonna like having Davis as your boss.

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[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

best game in the league

nico hischier x actress!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs, not proofread

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ynofficial: hot girl shit w/ jimmy fallon tonight

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fan1: slay bestie

fan2: you literally never miss

charles_leclerc: ferrari admin thanks you for repping

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fan3: charles?

fan4: i always forget they're friends

madelyncline: u make me question things about myself

ynofficial: i mean, if you ever need help with that...

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enews: Days after announcing she's officially off the market, Daisy Jones and the Six's y/n l/n and Glass Onion's Madelyn Cline spotted leaving the New Jersey Devil's NHL game tonight. The two have a history of flirting on Instagram and many years of friendship under their belts - could Madelyn be Y/N's beau?

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fan5: pretty sure madelyn has a bf?

fan6: y/n swings both ways but madelyn does not unfortunately

fan7: does enews not know what friendship is?

fan8: they always go to hockey games together lmao it's nothing new

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ynofficial: 13

and no, enews, madelyn is not my gf (she's my wife)

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enews: interesting

njdevils: blasting red rn because of you

ynofficial: taylor's version?

njdevils: only ever taylor's version

fan9: i think that women-

madelyncline: ur my good looking girl

fan10: mommies

fan11: i need you to do vogue's 73 questions in your new house

ynofficial posted to their story

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britishvogue: a sneak peek into y/n's new home as requested...featuring a familiar face in a photo frame

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charles_leclerc: of all pictures ynofficial you have that one?

ynofficial: it was the only one i had where you didn't look like a goblin

fan12: the mat!! the mirror!! charles!!

fan13: they knew each other when they were babies???? I HAD NO IDEA

fan14: probably to avoid dating rumours :/

fan15: not yn out here having a frame photo of charles like a proud mum

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fan16: what if it's charles?

fan17: she said in an interview she still lives in america, and charles lives in monaco

fan18: they're completely platonic

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nicohischier: swipe for a soft launch

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jhughes: NICO??? I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING???

trevorzegras: dude you have the best game in the league

fan19: honey we agreed not to tell anyone

fan20: and another one bites the dust

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ynofficial: i might not do crystal meth in the bathroom but i definitely do a hockey captain

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fan21: OH MY GONWJ

fan22: i need to know if she's sober is she sober

madelyncline: absolutely not no

charles_leclerc: LMFAO WAS THIS SUPPOSED TO GO ON YOUR MAIN?????

fan23: icon behaviour

fan24: NICO???? OH

ynofficial: that's what i say too

fan25: fuck ok

jhughes: nicohirschier

nicohirschier: wOw she's hot

jhughes: you're just as wasted aren't you?

nicohischier: yah

fan26: literally how did no one get this???????? all the twitter threads and no one thought the reason she was such a devils fan was because she was dating their captain?????

fan27: GUYS TWITTER CRASHED WTF

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nicohischier: i'm the captain in case you didn't know

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ynofficial: yeah you are

charles_leclerc: oh we knew

nicohischier: oops

ynofficial: wait this means people know i have feelings

nicohischier: feelings? ew

madelyncline: are we in fifth grade or something?

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ynofficial: i'm a wag now, and as a wag i'm going to create a little (emphasis on little) list of things i've learnt over the last 2 years: if he bleeds he's not going to die, he might just need extra cuddles for a few days; fighting is BAD, it is definitely not something to encourage *wink*; nico will feel physically ill if he doesn't have a glass of orange juice each morning; roadies suck but the sex is phenomenal; jack is like our pet dog - feed him, give him shelter and love him unconditionally

also, i'm now gonna log off social media for a while because this is all the simping i'm comfortable with this month sorry

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nicohischier: am i a wag too?

ynofficial: omg you ARE

nicohischier: oh my god i love the wag lifestyle

_quinnhughes: i'm gonna frame that analogy of jack

ynofficial: i can send you a print i already did it

jhughes: rude

charles_leclerc: from one red guy to the other, can i be best man?

ynofficial: you can be my man of honour, madelyn's would be my maid

madelyncline: when is the wedding

fan28: WEDDING? WTF

fan29: i love how yn went from completely avoiding all questions about a romantic relationship and now she's hibernating because she's been figured out

#nico hischier x reader #nico hischier social media au #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

[ladyduellist]

Epistles of Saints & Sinners

Chapter Summary:

Astarion's plans go awry when confronted with his own past.

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Story Summary:

When Astarion meets the humble bard, Tav, he soon finds out he's the only one between them that knows they are bound as soulmates through their marks. Deciding it's more trouble than its worth, he refuses to tell her along the course of their journey across Faerûn.

But, unbeknownst to him and their companions, Tav is harboring a gruesome secret that she only thought was nothing more than a traumatized period in her life.

As they both come to face to face with their pasts and presents, will they choose to move forward or let it consume them?

Healing isn’t linear—after all.

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Chapter 12: Hunt*

Ao3

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Word Count: 5.6k

Pairing: Astarion x female bard Tav

CW: Smut, Vaginal Sex, CPTSD episode during sex, Cazador, Blood & Violence, Act 1 Spoilers

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Vampires are some of the deadliest monsters we may contend with. I do not relish my current mission to seek out the spawn, Astarion. But, he may be the only way we can ever see our children again. I am plagued by visions of them being carried away by these blood hungry creatures. Plagued even more by their screams that fill my mind in the most quiet of hours. Full blooded vampires become consumed with whatever they set their eyes upon. But, spawns—I have to wonder—if they were to escape their masters, would they be able to redeem themselves if they took the road less traveled?

— Gandrel of the Gur Tribe, journal entry 567

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“I suppose I should, yet again, count myself lucky: the bastard is alone,” Astarion smirked, picking a few stray leaves from his clothes. He had just returned from a lengthy scouting trip assessing the hunter they may parley with.

It had been several days of traversing rocky footpaths until they arrived in the Sunlit Wetlands. Several days of anxious nights wondering if Cazador sent more pawns to retrieve him. Several days of nothing more than forlorn glances exchanged with the songstress.

Wyll crossed his arms, concentrating on Astarion’s face. “That at least bodes well. Did he look familiar to you?”

“Not at all. Though I have met a lot of the city’s miscreants over the years, it’s possible he’s a scorned lover of a lover that Cazador convinced to seek vengeance. He had a lot of connections in the city—so it’s hard to say.”

“Let’s fucking goooo,” Karlach roared as her axe split apart a piece of log. She swiped away wood dustings from her brow, turning to the vampire. “What makes you think this is Cazador’s doing, fancy boy?”

“Oh, how could I forget that it must be one of my many adoring fans, come to shake my hand out in the middle of blasted nowhere,” Astarion replied with a sneer. “Tell me: who else could it be?!”

Of course it had to be his former master! Cazador Szarr would do anything to ensure his spawns stayed forever reliant upon him. For them to know that survival without him wasn’t possible. Astarion knew deep down that no matter how he repeatedly longed for freedom, if he showed up, without question the vampire spawn would still feel betrothed as a slave to enact his heinous mandates. Compelled or not, the attachment to him remained.

The fiery tiefling teetered her axe over her shoulder, ready to swing downward again. “Alright. Alright. As much as I’m always raring to go, I just want to be sure we aren’t getting caught in a trap, yea?”

She had a point. Cazador, reclusive as he was, commandeered powers that most were unaware. Their group was mighty, but could they defeat a vampire lord? It would be nearly impossible, but the fraction of a percentage that they could end his life for good, ignited an invaluable resolve inside of the spawn.

Astarion debonairly examined his nails. “Well darlings, I’m sure I can go about this on my own if you’re not up for a bit of potential excitement.”

“I have every bit of faith you can handle this by yourself, but I think it goes without saying that hunters are all too well-versed in regions such as these. There may be something we don’t know from what you’ve investigated,” Wyll interjected.

“Why Wyll, the famed monster hunter is going to help protect a monster?! I could kiss you! Or bite you—if that is your preference,” the vampire giddily responded, clasping his hands together as he flashed the tip of his fang.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves Astarion,” Wyll chuckled, uncrossing his arms to gesture a stop signal with his hand. “Shall we say around morrow’s noon we head down to speak with the stranger?”

“I’d prefer to stab first, but if you insist, who am I to deny such a handsome face?” Astarion flirtatiously bowed his head.

Karlach visibly shrugged her shoulders, breathing out a long sigh. “Ugh, finnnne. Let’s get this good and over with before something awful happens to your pretty face and you break someone’s fucking heart.”

“My dearest Karlach, are you saying you wouldn’t miss me?”

“I’m saying that our leader wouldn’t be all too happy with any of us if we just let you sod off on your own,” she clarified firmly. “By the way, you may want to speak with Tav about our plans.”

The vampire fisted his hand near his mouth, pretending to cough. “Ahem, well, I’m sure she’s been far too busy entertaining our newest druidic hunk we’ve adopted to camp. They’ve been practically braiding each other's hair since the party.”

“Gods, you don’t sound jealous at all,” she teased. “And look who it is! Mornin’ to you soldier!”

And there she was. Trailing into camp on melodies she sang under her breath. Lavender and vanilla invisibly suffocating him with its whorls of scent around his neck.

Wyll waved in her direction. “Tav! Could we trouble you for a moment?”

Tav quietly nodded, giving him a subtle smile out of the corner of her mouth.

“Astarion just returned back from surveying the bog and it would seem that this hunter is currently alone. Few weapons, but I reckon he has the good sense to protect himself with other means.”

“The three of us are heading down to speak with him come highsun tomorrow. But, if shit goes bad, we’ll be armed,” Karlach added, flexing her arm high in the air. “Hey, are you okay? You look awful.”

“There is nothing to worry about, Karlach. Personal matters.” The bard tried to peer behind the tiefling, staring at the elven man that was clearly avoiding her. “Astarion, did you approve of this?”

He raised his head, the state of her startling him. The skin around her eyes was swollen, a glaze of wetness having long filmed over her sclera. It was evident she had been crying on and off since their last encounter. She was lacking her usual demure aura, visibly rundown.

Astarion cocked a bleary eyebrow at her. “I did.”

“Then, I trust you to handle this to the best of your abilities.”

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In the middle of the night’s air, Astarion stood outside of her tent entrance, overwrought with a queasiness burning the walls in his stomach.

After their argument several days ago, he left in a panicked state to hide under the forest canopy bordering their camp. The illusion of hyperventilation attacked his lungs—a memory of it really—as he held onto the bulwarked trunk of a tree. And then, blood spewed from his mouth. He leaned over, coughing and vomiting up a mouthful of the bear’s crimson he consumed earlier that evening.

He had charmed and manipulated Tav enough times to create the image that would steal her away like a rogue in the night. And she craved it. She wanted him to fill the role of her abductor, appearing from behind the curtains in her bedroom, to entice her with cool lips on her knuckles and sworn covenants of intimacy with his bite. Urging her to just let go.

Yet, his plan kept hitting snags.

Without a doubt, he knew his instinctual techniques were all in order. When there had been a few mishaps, he quickly adapted and switched his tactics. But, what he didn’t account for—what he had little to no proficiency in—was dealing with these people’s bygone histories for this length of time. Try as he might to reluctantly focus on the lamentable surface details of the bard and the kettle of vultures—their companions—that circled the hearth of their campfire, piles of their shit kept unearthing themselves like the carcasses of burying beetles.

And he didn’t fucking care.

Why should he? He didn’t know them. Oh, they were a formidable bunch—each having inherited an adeptness for physical or magical strength. He extended his belief in them about as far as relying on them in battle would allow him. But, what had they truly done for him otherwise? It wasn’t them that offered mercy upon his vampiric existence and allowed him to stay within their group. It wasn’t them that made sure he was properly fed, baptizing him in their blood.

No, the only person he owed a speckle of his acknowledgement was the songbird with the voice of singing jewels. Though she challenged him at every nook and cranny of their time together, she was the only one to judge him in such a way that seemed fairly balanced.

Until now.

Tav with her saintly observations, was becoming aware of his methodical ministries. Perhaps not in the sense that she could pinpoint exactly what his strategy was, but gods, her cursed awareness and the cloistered tale of her former life, filled him with enough discomfort he almost considered forgoing his plan entirely.

She knew something was amiss with him. She knew he had to be embellishing everytime he damn near spoke to her about anything other than his wretched past. So, why didn’t she make more of an effort to single him out and put him on trial? Had she been waiting for him to tell her otherwise? To correct her misgivings she was having about him.

It made him uneasy to not know. He could poke around in her mind with their worms, but that certainly wouldn’t bode well if she was unreceptive to the notion.

What an absolute shitshow, Astarion chastised when a strained laugh cut silently through his teeth.

Not to mention the realization that it was not only the façade of her companionship and intimacy he would have to contend with. This foe was clever—more so than he. It had been in her life years before him. Knew her in ways he had yet to scour. And when she tried to disobey it, it had a way of enticing her back into the comfort of its everlasting punishment.

And the name of such a formidable nemesis? Her past.

He couldn’t afford to lose her—not yet. It was too soon and far too late to humor his whims on another camp occupant. Nay, he would see this through to the end. Tav’s or anyone else’s lives be damned!

“I can smell the bergamot in your oils,” a meek voice breathed out. “You can come in whenever you’re ready.”

Astarion deeply inhaled, preparing himself to face her, knowing he may have to use his body for another nightfall to convince her not to forsake him. His performance hinged on being immaculate tonight—to be everything she wanted.

Another transaction: imitated comfort for the reinstated troth of her loyalty.

He lowered himself to his knees and opened the flap of her tent to enter. Tav sat with the used lute on her lap, twisting and tuning the pegs on her bare thighs. She struck a chord, listening intently as the sounds vibrated off the walls of blue linen, then adjusted further or moved onto the next string.

She lifted her head to acknowledge him. With the candlelight casting a golden glow across her face, Astarion thought this may have been one of the few times she possessed such a delicate lethargy.

“Is something the matter?”

“I—no,” He paused. What would be the right thing to say in this situation? “I thought it would be in my good nature to check in on you. But, if now isn’t a good time, I can come back later.”

Tav blinked at him several times, then gestured for him to come further in with a nod. He scooted closer to her on his knees, allowing the flap of the tent to cascade off his back like a discarded blanket.

“I'm not a fan of this lute, especially the strings on it, but some things can’t be helped right now. I should be grateful Alfira could even find one available for me,” she spoke softly as if he wasn’t there. “Hopefully, when we make it to a different area or even the city, I can buy a new one.”

The vampire cleared his throat, resting his sweating palms on his thighs. “There’s differences between them? I mean, of course the details are not the same, but what of the sound?”

A shallow smile formed at the corner of her mouth as she continued fiddling with the tune. “Lutes, flutes, drums, violins—any musical instrument really—sounds different depending on several factors. The material used. Strings. Weight. Length. It’s all a determining factor for the sound produced.”

“What type of wood do you prefer for your lutes?”

The messy bun pinned on top of her head bobbed as she popped her head up to stare at him. “Spruce. Always spruce. It has the brightest sound—perfect for ballads.” She pushed her bangs to the side as an afterthought, placing the instrument by her side. “I appreciate you coming here tonight, but you don’t need to pretend you’re actually interested in a music lesson.”

“My dear, I have quite the appreciation for the arts of all kinds,” he grinned. “However, since your perception precedes you, I’m here because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And then I realized that the whole thinking part was actually a worry.” He covered his lies by slowly lifting his eyes under a refuge furled lashes to peer at her.

“You don’t need to worry about me,” Tav stated, pursing her lips.

“I’ll have you know, that I could be sinking my fangs into a deer al fresco right about now, but instead I choose to be here. Now, let’s forego this game of hopscotch and chat.”

She ran the pads of her fingers along the edging of her nightshirt. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to revisit parts of our disagreement from a few days ago—if you’re willing to talk about it with me.”

He wasn’t willing, but what choice did he have if he wanted to keep up this charade with her?

Astarion cocked his head to the side to nod, flaring his nostrils with a practiced breath. “If it's truly that bothersome to you, then I suppose I could pencil you in right this very second to listen.”

He could hear the strums of her pulse trembling. She was nervous.

Blood rushed to her lips, coloring them in roses. He saw tears welling up, threatening to spill over her lower lids. She could no longer hold it in. “First of all: I’m so so sorry Astarion. What you said about ‘power’ reminded me so much of…I…I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions like I did. You are your own person—not some reanimated villain of my tragedies.”

Ah, so she wished to focus on her reactions instead of the subject he hastily broached during his blood drunken stupor. How very like her to satisfy her own accountability. This could work in his favor.

Astarion would not press. Should she circle back to his unfavorable comments, well, he could always blame it on the mind flayer tadpole having deceptively influenced his mind after their encounter with other ‘true souls.’ In case he needed to change routes in the moment to suit her thoughts and actions, he made a mental note to be considerably more deliberate in reading her facial expressions.

Finding out just how much power these worms wielded, delighted the vamp. Of course they would be valuable in advancing his fight against Cazador, but directing those around him to do as he pleased? Gods.

The positions he could seat! The material wealth he could own! The liberty to indulge in all manners of debauchery and authority!

A future living side by side with an illithid creation suddenly didn’t sound so horrible.

“May I ask who he is?” He questioned, trying to inflict his tone to a more polite wisp.

She shied away from looking at him directly. Guilt-ridden and hiccuping. Tav’s lips trembled, shaking her head to refuse him while she continued to weep.

It intrigued Astarion to see the normally strong-hearted woman bearing this unknown man’s crown of thorns with the pith of his blackened blood dripping from her eyes like melted candles. Days ago, during their night’s quarrel, the soul mark behind his ear hammered rapidly to the point of searing pain when she mentioned him. This man—this incubus—still choked her with his malignant hands, even though he was probably leagues away.

The hells cracked open, And he was reborn. With evil tongues spoken, Her scrawled promises would not be mourned.

While bewitching the bard had been as ordinary to Astarion as any everyday routine, she was hiding the flotsam of her personal dogmas sundered by this same mortal, making his task all the more difficult. A heretic to her own emotions.

They were both slaves to their pasts and towed the weighted cold night visions where escape seemed nothing more than mere fantasy. And he felt something by this acknowledgment. A blink of connection to her in the form of empathy.

Empathy?

Hells, it had been so long since he knew any emotion except anger, terror, and numbness. But, empathy held dire consequences. One of the last times he felt any ounce of said emotion, cost him a year of starvation inside of that derelict burial place. The memory still seemed so fresh in comparison to the ages he’d lived. If he let himself know empathy once more, it would mean allowing himself to be in a position of the same weakness he had been in for centuries.

“You don’t understand how awful I feel for how I reacted,” Tav managed to squeeze out of her throat.

He moved further within the tent to sit cross-legged in front of her, angling his head downwards to grab her attention. “Silly creature, of course I understand how awful you feel. Your heart is literally an open wound gushing onto everyone it passes. If someone ran into you, YOU would be the one to apologize.”

“We’re still alive, aren’t we? Well, you are at least, but I do have the advantage of being ravishing forever,” he added with a quip.

The bard laughed as her body shook with sobs. Hands flew to her face, catching the falling tears with dabs of her fingertips.

“Darling.” He reached out to her with his palm up. “Come here. I can’t leave you blubbering like some muppet begging for scraps.”

Taking a hesitant breath, Tav placed her hand gingerly into the inviting salve he offered, holding onto it tightly. “A moment longer. I have more to say.”

Astarion’s mind filled with dread. If she terminated their agreement, that would be it; his protection would cease. The possibility of Cazador dragging him off screaming into the shadows, felt more real than it ever had been. Swiftly, his brain sprang into action. He would use whatever methods possible to adapt.

Touch. Comfort. Sex. Promises. Encouragement. Which would she need?

“Don’t keep me in suspense now, my sweet. You know how I hate to wait,” he smirked in his typical silvery tone.

“I’m trying to word this as not to sound like a psychotic lover here,” she laughed anxiously. “But, I have run ’us’ through my mind more times than I can count and I keep wondering if it would be best if we end whatever this is between us. Casual distractions would be much easier if we didn’t see each other everyday, but we don’t have that luxury and—“

“Do you even like me?” Tav questioned wearily. It was apparent such ideas had been consuming her.

No.

“Do I like you? I mean, you definitely have a certain set of allures about you,” he answered slowly. He wasn’t lying about her qualities—if that’s what people choose to call them—but, no, he did not care for her.

A grimace settled on her expression as she removed her hand from his.

“Were you expecting a more defined answer?”

The bard chewed at her lip lightly with her front tooth. “I’m expecting something that doesn’t feel like you’re acting on stage,” she replied stiffly. “You seem so versed in saying all the right things, but there is a pit in my stomach warning me it’s not all true. I don’t want you to force yourself with me.”

Oh, but he would force himself. His survival depended on it.

The spawn ran his hand through his curls, flashing a glib smile she didn’t detect. “Ha! Could that be your own insecurities speaking? Or shall I get down on my knees and recite a sonnet of my undying affections for you? Would you believe me then?”

Turning away, she looked past him towards the ground. “Is it so wrong for me to desire something real, Astarion?”

Hope.

She wanted hope.

He could perform hope.

The vampire enclosed her ruddy cheek with his hand, thumbing a gentle swipe across the roundest point. She shut her eyelids lazily, microscopic tears still adhering on her lashes like diamond dust.

“Don’t turn away from me, Tavelle,” he commanded her gently. “A woman that has as much to offer as you, deserves to hold her head up high and be worshiped.”

As if to confirm her yearning for him, her eyes roamed half-opened to search his face. She fisted the ruffling of his shift tightly, pulling herself taut against his chest to crash her lips fervently against his with a tight gasp.

The kiss was urgent. Delivered as if they’d both turn into smoke in an instant. Like she’ll lose me someday, Astarion thought.

He could hear her heartbeat stepping out of its darkness, begging, begging, begging him to cradle her adorations for him.

Kneading his pale lips on hers instinctually, she tangled a free hand into waves of silvery-white earning her a low hum from the deepest reaches of his voice box. “Star…,” she incanted into his mouth.

Fluidly, he reached up to unpin her hair, allowing her tresses to fall over her shoulders. He decorated his lithe digits with her silken strands, tugging her head gently backwards to drop fervid pecks down her throat. She cried out, sputtering lilting syllables of his name everytime he idly rearranged his hold on her hair.

Tav held onto his arms as he worked his tongue in circles. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me,” she pleaded, clawing at his clothes.

Releasing her hair, he pulled Tav back in to seam their mouths together. She sucked tenderly on his upper lip, grazing her tongue horizontally across it, before she finally nipped at it playfully.

He pushed his nose into her cheek, abruptly stopping them. She was short of breath, heaving in anticipation for him to kiss her again.

Grabbing her chin firmly, Astarion’s eyes flitted down to her lips as he spoke mere centimeters from them. ”You’ve slowly been driving me insane,” he roughly asserted, avoiding her want for affirmations.

She snuck her fingers up the length of him, lacing them behind his neck. Her lips parted, a husky reply threatening to swallow them whole. “What do you mean to do with me then?”

A lukewarm thumb found safety pressed against her lips. The tip of her tongue tunneled through the gap of her mouth and licked a teasing small patch of skin on the inside of it. Debauched images of him drawing blood from her tongue filled his mind. Biting and biting every inch of her supple flesh until he had his fill of her essence settling like a fine wine in his veins. He panted maddeningly at the thought, his shaft hardening immediately.

Then, the minx slinkingly shifted onto his lap, encircling her legs on either side of his hips. She undulated on the length of his bulge compressed in the middle of her soaked smalls and his trousers. Insolently, she yanked a handful of his hair. He hissed at the delicious pain now aching through his cock and the back of his head.

Pallid dexterous hands ripped the front of her shirt open, cutting buttons loose to fly into the air. The strength of his paw found her breast hiding behind the torn fabric and he squeezed it considerably, pinching an erect nipple. She moaned his name, trying to keep her body upright.

Sharp teeth nibbled a sliver of flesh near the corner of her lips. “Is this what you need? For me to take you as I please?”

Tav nodded innocently, her whole body turning flush with desire.

And then something feral snapped inside of Astarion. That spine-tingling rapacious trait that was half vampire and half carnal man. He could have her if he wanted her; whenever he wanted. Fill him with her blood just to sate him. Her life belonged to him, if he so chose to take it.

“You can follow instructions properly, can’t you sweetheart?” Astarion grumbled as he tucked strands of her hair behind her ear. A strangled noise squeaked from her mouth as she shook her head. “Good. Now listen closely: I want you to unlace my pants, push your smalls to the side, and slide my cock inside that very creamy slit of yours.”

The songstress whimpered, whilst she untied the bindings of his fly, “I want to be good for you Astarion.”

Fuck, his name sounded like the filthiest sin coming from her mouth.

He peeled back the material of her shirt from her heaving bosom, exposing her soft milkiness. Humming around one of her pink buds that popped into his mouth, he felt her remove him from his pants with a few precursory strokes. Instinctively, his gaze feasted on the light bluish veins spreading across her breasts. Just a single bite couldn’t hurt—?

“Hells,” he groaned as she sunk the crown of his cock into her clenching heat. “You like being this drenched for me, don’t you?”

“Only you…gods…make me like this,” Tav sang out, holding the back of his head while she adjusted to him inside her.

Her wetness dripped down his length as she stuffed him further into her, trickling down to settle on his testicles. A howling wail started from the middle of Tav’s diaphragm up through her windpipe when she glided up his erect prick once and came back down to his hilt. Astarion chased her mouth with his, muffling her frenzy with open-mouthed kisses.

“Shhh. Shh, songbird,” he hushed in a chuckle. “We are about to wake the lot of this camp soon.”

“I’m sorry. Just love…having you…inside of me,” she giggled lowly, kissing him with blistering ardor between her words.

Surprising the bard by grabbing under her ass, Astarion cajoled her to ride the stiff hardness in his lap. Tav hooked herself onto his shoulders, using them for support while she bounced upon him. Her tits brushed against his shirt with her movements, causing her swollen buds to stay hardened.

My prodigal son, what do we have here?

Master.

Ah, of course. Tonight would belong to the echoes of Cazador. There would be no need for the paralysis that enthralled the spawn’s body to take over, not when his master’s commands needed to be minded.

The vampire busied his fingertips by pressing them further into her flesh, focusing on her slickness encompassing all those nerves at the tip of his cock. He pushed her all the way down to his base, relishing the swaddling of her warmth around him.

A bard, hmm? Bring her to me.

Yes, master.

He reached a hand down in between them to swipe his thumb through her folds, caressing her clit in gentle circles. Tav’s mouth formed into a small “o.”

Look at her—enjoying your flesh like a whore. She’s exactly like all the others. You are only meant to satisfy her needs as a means to fulfill my hunger.

I won’t disobey you master.

“My sweet, turn around and let me fuck you from behind,” he urged mildly, trying to maintain his composure.

Astarion couldn’t let her see. He was steadily losing his grip on their surroundings, disappearing into the quilted stars of the night sky he summoned as he disconnected. If she saw he wasn’t present again, she would send him away.

Tav didn’t respond, continuing to pump his shaft with her tight cunt at a steady pace. She opened and closed her mouth in silent moans, replaced by heady breaths. Did she not hear him? He placed his hands on her waist attempting to settle her motions.

Would you like to hear her sing, Astarion? How do you think she’ll sound with her blood gurgling in her throat as I feed from her?

“Turn around,” he demanded firmly.

Body slowing to a near halt, she cupped his cheeks with a litany of fingers rasping the sharpness of his bones. She pressed a peck to his lips. “Lover, I want to look into your eyes while I’m on top.”

He bucked his hips maneuvering his legs to lift her off of him enough to push her down onto her bedroll. Spreading her legs open, he swiftly settled in between her thighs, and brashly reentered her with a concrete plunge. The bard yelped in surprise, clutching his biceps tightly.

Soulmates? Tsk. Did my beloved spawn forget that he is not allowed to be connected to anything except me? Get rid of her mark.

I wish to please you master. Allow me to show my fealty to you.

His vision rapidly moved from side to side until he arched Tav into him to rest his forehead onto her soulmate mark, hiding, endeavoring it to disappear on its own so he wouldn’t have to hurt her. He thrust up into her hurriedly, trying to chase her to the banks of her climax to end his delusions.

“Wait,” she uttered as he drove into her.

Astarion ignored her, opening his mouth to frame his teeth around her soul mark. He must dispose of it.

“Astarion, no. Don’t bite there,” Tav ordered, snaring his curls at the root. “Look at me. Please.”

He’s everywhere. He knows where I am. He’s already taken everything from me. I’ll never be free, Astarion screamed inwardly in anguish.

His fangs pricked the first layer of her epidermis, pellets of crimson gathering around the invasion. The bard severely yanked his head to detach him, dribbles of her blood coating his lips. “I said no! GET OFF OF ME,” she shrieked, thrashing her body under him.

They became motionless. Her face had morphed into thousands upon thousands of blurry conquests. Voices: high and low, moaning, whispering their pleasures. Luring each of them in the dead of night to their death eternal. And Astarion, bound to the scaffold with a noose around his neck, forever being led back into Cazador’s arms.

And then her eyes were suddenly there in focus. Afraid and sorrowful. Full of tears. For her. For him. Rainy storm clouds floating across the earth. Tav with her inquisitor view, leading him on a pilgrimage away from the haunts of his deadened soul.

She covered her nakedness, pulling her ripped shirt over her breasts. Two pin prick spots of blood seeped through the fabric, reminding him of his violation. He was disgusted with himself.

What had he done?

“Tav, I’m sor—,” Astarion proclaimed hoarsely, loosening his brace on her waist.

Tav reached up to place a hand on his cheek. “Leave,” her voice whispered sternly.

He couldn’t wash this away and escape what he was made into.

⸺⋘✤⋙⸺

Burning iron-vine powder levitated in a cloudy haze around them.

A Gur?! A godsdamned bloody Gur. Cazador’s cruel humor never seemed to fail; he must have sent him.

His mind started to race. Astarion’s safety may be coming to an end. It was a misjudgement to ever presume that he could disappear without facing the repercussions of his former master. Would he ever have somewhere to land from all this falling?

“You’re Astarion?!” The monster hunter loudly said in surprise. “Apologies to your companions, but you’ll need to come with me.”

“Gandrel, was it? I’m not going anywhere.” Astarion removed the blade from his back, pointing it towards the man.

“Fuck! This is bad,” Karlach muttered to Wyll.

“Then, I’m afraid I have no choice but to take you by force,” Gandrel declared, shooting an ‘Ensnaring Strike’ spell at both the vampire and fiery woman.

Thorny vines raised up around their legs, holding them in place. Astarion sliced at them, trying to wriggle free, but the bindings only reinforced their seizure. “Uh, a little help?!”

He was too distracted to fight. Flooded by the memory of how Tav’s tears flowed like blown stars living their final moments. But, he could still feel her hands upon his cheeks. Her hands where flowers bloomed in the dark; flowers that emerged wherever she appeared.

Karlach swung her axe in a criss-cross pattern. “I can’t move! Wyll, you’ll need to repel him!”

Wyll lunged forward casting an Eldritch Blast that narrowly missed the hunter’s cheek. “Damn!”

Gandrel placed another arrow in his crossbow, aiming it at the spawn as he approached. “I’m sorry it had to come to this, but you’re needed else—”

The hunter suddenly collapsed onto one knee, a spray of blood ejecting from his mouth. He looked down at the arrow protruding out of his right side, then looked past the spawn.

Astarion followed his gaze, mouth wide open in shock when he reached his destination. “Songbird? But, why?! I don't—”

Tav threw down her bow, reaching to unsheathe her rapier. “You’re a beacon of trouble, ‘Star.”

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate tav #baldur's gate #astarion x tav #bg3 tav #tav #astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion acunin #bg3 spoilers #bg3 #bg3 fanfic #epistles of saints & sinners #bard tav #spawn astarion #female tav #fem!tav

[antihumanism]

the recent rumblings about the covid-19 vaccine are all true, of course, i myself have experienced it, after i received my second booster i grew these, these, uh, orange glowing tentacles that emerged from my nose, first, and grew across my, uh, my entire face, and, AND i have a CR of 8 now, which i didn't use to have, i never had a CR beofre, people who defeat me now, they get experience points now, which didn't use to happen when people defeated me before i got the vaccine, when i went to the hospital they told me it was all in my head, that this was all just psychosomatic, but i, uh, i got a second opinion from him when i, uh, i, uh, i used, uh i used my Mind Blast special ability which, which, it, um, it stuns people for 3d4 rounds in a sixty foot cone in front of me, i didn't used to do that, i didn't used to be able to do that, i don't think i could anyway, and, then, i, then, uh, i, well, i ate his brains using the, the, uh tentacles that extend from my face now, and using his mind, which, it is in our mind now, we're like, we now, he's in here with me, it is kind of weird, but, uh, we were able to tell that i had become an illithid, from the, uh, from the 3.5 edition Monster Manual, which is just like in the documentary "Baldur's Gate 3 -- What if we return to Bladur's Gate together?" that you can find on youtube, although, my elder brain says that, uh, that we're not supposed to say "illithid," that we should prefer to be called Flayers of Minds, but i think the elder brain is just fucking with me, just, you know, hahaha make fun of the new girl, tell her lies, uh, my elder brain is kind of a dick really, not really a fan, kinda wish i wasn't part of this hive mind, i think i heard someone say you could, uh, after two years you could join another hive mind, so, like maybe i can do that, but, uh, the Mind Blast, the Mind Blast is pretty cool, though, i like being able to Mind Blast once per round, i don't really know how to feel about the rest of this, because, um, like, um, now that i am an inescapable part of the transhuman future destined to rule the entire galaxy and extinguish the sun and whatever, i'd kind of prefer not to have to kill, like, uh, i'd like not to have to kill everybody, so i think people should just, uh, get their COVID-19 vaccine boosters, please

[0-r-a-y-0]

Overwhelming— Romantic #17

In which: Nick is stressed out with editing and getting closer to going on tour again, Jasper forces him to take a break

This is my oldest draft. I’m so happy I get to finally post it 😭😭 also posted twice in one night 😱😱

Hours after hours, Nick had been staring at his laptop. His headphones plugging into his ears with Melanie Martinez and Doja Cat blasting as he went through and edited videos and created thumbnails; as well as respond to emails. They were about to go on tour again soon, and Nick didn’t want to be editing while sitting on a tour bus. So if he got it all done now, he’d only have to worry about traveling and meeting fans.

But there was a downside to this. He had no time to spend with his boyfriend and brothers since he’s been stuck in his room since he made that decision. Matt and Chris barely see him in the house and he doesn’t remember the last time he talked to Jasper. He felt so stressed and overwhelmed but he didn’t know what to do to relief that stress. And he didn’t know how much longer he could go until he broke.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees his phone light up but he doesn’t care to check it, even though he knows who it is. He sighs, turning his music up louder and getting back to work, focusing ten times harder than he did a second ago.

Without Nick being aware, his bedroom door opens and Jasper slips through. He sees him working and can hear the music through his headphones. He sits next to him and taps Nick on the shoulder, causing him to jump and rip of his headphones off.

“Fuck! You scared the shit out of me!” Nick yells, his hand on his chest.

“You’re still editing?” Jasper asked, laying on his side, his arm propping him up.

“Yeah, I think I’m almost done though. I only have like five videos left.” He answers.

“Hun, you need a break. Your brothers told me you haven’t left your room in days.” The curly haired boy stated.

“That’s not even true. I left like…” Nick trails off to check the time. “Five hours ago to get a snack.”

“Baby, that’s not right. You’ve been working your ass off. Take a break.” Jasper says.

“I can’t. Tour is coming up in two weeks and I need to get everything done so I’m not worn out while I’m meeting fans and performing.” The redhead replies.

“Hun, you have two weeks. A little break isn’t going to affect anything. But if you’re nonstop working, you’re mental health is going to be horrible and you’ll be Murder able during tour, and that’s when you’re supposed to have fun.”

“I know I’m supposed to have fun but I’ll be stressed about this until it’s done and—”

“Nope. No more of that bullshit. You’re breaking out right above your nose and you know what that means when you break out there? It means you’re stressed. And I know you’re overwhelmed because there’s no pimple patches on your face.” Jasper claims. “And you look so tired, baby.”

“Honey, I’m fine. It’s nothing to worry about. How about I finish these five videos and then we can destress or whatever you want to do.” Nick suggested.

“No. We’re doing it now. Everything is so overwhelming for you right now and you need a minute to take a breather.” He confirms. “Shut your computer and put it away.”

Nick sighs, but doing what he’s told. “Good. Okay, now let’s get some food.” Jasper says, pulling him out of bed.

They decide to make Mac n cheese, well Jasper makes it, Nick sits down at the table with his head down. He’s tired, mentally and physically, and he is ready to take a break.

Jasper feeds Nick at the table since he started complaint about how his fingers are beginning to hurt from typing and editing for hours on end. Which, Nick thought it was ridiculous for him to get fed but he wasn’t going to complain about it.

After they eat, they go up to Nick’s room again, where they lay down and watch some of his favorite movies.

“You’re tense.” Jasper comments, rubbing Nick’s shoulder.

“I mean, I guess.” The redhead shrugs like it’s nothing.

“Take your shirt off and lay on your stomach.” He says.

“What?” Nick asked.

“Just do it!” Jasper says.

“Fine.” He replied, sitting up and pulling his shirt off and laying down.

Jasper gets on top of him, rubbing and kneading his shoulders. “Are you giving me a massage?” Nick asked, only to be shushed by Jasper.

“Yes, now be quiet and let me do it! It isn’t helpful if you talk.” He claims, twisting his hair before going back to massaging his shoulders.

Jasper goes on to massage his whole body, his shoulders, then the rest of his arms, his neck and then his back. Minus the low groans and whimpers from satisfaction, Nick stayed mostly silent.

After they’re done, Nick throws his shirt back on and lays down in his bed, feeling more refreshed then ever. “When did you learn how to give massages?” He asked.

“My mom used to give me massages all the time. Like twice a month or something.” Jasper replied, laying beside him and playing with his hair.

“That’s cool. Your mom is cool.” Nick yawns, sinking into his pillow. “I’m tired.”

“I bet you are. Go to sleep, darling, I’m right here.” He tells him, rubbing his cheek.

And with night, Nick drifts off, feeling relaxed and no longer stressed.

#nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo x reader

[celebrated-amongst-the-gurneys]

Hello, could I request an angst fic with a male reader and Party (or Kobra!)? something like Y/N gets hurt in a fight between some Dracs and it's just patching him up to holding him while he's hurting? I don't have a preference for really how long it is, or between Party or Kobra :] I hope you have a nice day!

Keep You Safe Tonight

Pairing: Kobra Kid x Killjoy Male!Reader Word Count: 1824 Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Cursing, Uhh...I think that's it? A/N: Did I get carried away? Yes. Yes I did. But as an absolute whore for Kobra Kid, how could I not give this fic all the love? This is my baby, I love it and for being the first thing I've wrote in a long fucking time it didn't come out that bad. Hope you enjoy! Y/K/N = Your Killjoy Name

“FUCK!” Y/K/N hissed as he held his right arm, sinking against the passenger door of the Trans Am. He pulled his hand away, examining the wound from the raygun blast. The blood already began to seep its way through his jacket, the initial shock from the blast had since subsided and was now met with a sharp stinging. In the entire time he had been running with the Killjoys, Y/K/N never once was on the receiving end of a wound. But there is a first for everything. 

“You good?!” Fun Ghoul yelled, head still forward as he fired at the two Dracs that were still blasting their way. “Fan Fucking Tastic” Y/K/N groaned  as he pulled himself to his feet, grabbing his gun off the ground. Now he was pissed. He began firing at the Dracs, his vision going red and adrenaline pumping through his veins. Within minutes they both dusted the Dracs, breathing a sigh of relief as they got back in the car. “So much for an easy supply run.” Ghoul laughed as he started the car up, taking one final look back at the two bodies on the ground just to make sure they wouldn’t have any unexpected guests following them home. He began driving away, the California sun beginning to fade behind the hills. It was supposed to be an easy run, so easy in fact that Party Poison felt like only two people needed to go. It was safer that way, less people brought less attention. “Since when has anything ever been easy–” Y/K/N began before letting out a sharp hiss, grabbing his wound. The adrenaline rush wore off, the pain now taking it’s place. By now, a large amount of blood covered his arm. Ghoul’s face immediately turned into a look of panic. The sudden change caused Y/K/N to grin. “I’m not dying Ghoul.” He said with a laugh, still holding the wound. Ghoul gave a small laugh as he turned his head back to face the road. Y/K/N was calm despite what just happened, and that scared Ghoul even more. 

“Kobra is gonna kill me…” He mumbled. Knowing Kobra, he will absolutely lose his shit. 

—

Kobra was pacing around the diner, periodically looking at the clock. They should be back by now, supply runs never take this long. He was working on a new blaster glove to keep himself distracted, but the mounting anxiety and the ticking of the clock pulled him away from his project as he gave in to his anxious thoughts. 

“They’ll be back soon Kobra,” Jet Star said, his face still buried in his magazine crossword puzzles that he spent the last few hours trying to complete. “Hmm, a corpse reanimated by a supernatural force; an undead being. This should not be this hard.” He said, the aggravation with his puzzle clear in his voice.

“Have you tried Ghost” Party Poison said, reclined in the booth across from Jet, his eyes closed.

“No, this one is 8 letters long.” 

“Phantom?”

“That’s 7 letters dumbass.”

“It’s Revenant” Kobra said, looking away from the window to once again check the clock. Jet let out an ohh as he wrote the word in the little boxes. 

Kobra felt sick. He had a horrible feeling that something bad happened to Ghoul and Y/K/N. Ever since day 1 of Y/K/N being part of the Killjoys, him and Kobra have been glued to each other's side. They would spend hours together, practicing firing and talking about everything and nothing, spending countless nights laying on the hood of the Trans Am gazing up at the night sky, counting every single star. The bond they had soon grew into something bigger, their friendship blossoming into romance. 

At that moment, the sound of a car door closing caused all three boys to immediately stop what they were doing and look out the window, relief setting in seeing their friends get out of the car. But relief soon turned to panic as Kobra saw Y/K/N holding onto his arm. Kobra ran out of the diner and straight to Y/K/N. “What happened!?” He said, his voice a mix of worry and anger. 

“We had a run in with two Dracs on the way back here. We took care of them though.” Y/K/N said, giving an assured smile but knew this would not do much to ease the worry of the other killjoy. Kobra examined his wound, gently touching it and receiving a sharp hiss in return. “Shit- sorry..” He said, his attention immediately shifting towards Ghoul who was hiding behind the Trans Am. “What did I tell you before you two left?” He said, anger seeping into his voice. “Uh, Don’t destroy the car?” Ghoul said with a nervous smile, still hiding behind the car. “No. I said Try to come back in one piece” Kobra said, anger still very present in his voice. 

“And we are in one piece, see? We aren’t missing any limbs as far as I know.” Ghoul said, checking himself to make sure that in deed he was in one piece, earning a laugh from Y/K/N. 

“That’s not what I meant. I meant for both of you to be safe and come home safe. Y/K/N has a hole in his fucking arm!” The anger rising in his voice. Y/K/N put his hand on Kobra’s shoulder, causing him to melt into his touch. “Kobra, it’s really not that bad,” Y/K/N said, his voice calm, despite the pain he was in. Kobra turned his attention back towards Y/K/N, his demeanor softening and the anger in his eyes being replaced with that of adoration. Y/K/N was alive, and that was enough for him.

After coaxing Ghoul out of hiding, the guys went back inside to the safety of the diner, returning to whatever activity they were doing before the interruption. Y/K/N sunk down in one of the booths away from the others, exhausted from the events of the day. Kobra joined him, first aid kit in hand as Y/K/N took his jacket off, the extent of the wound now very visible. 

Kobra began to wipe the blood away, pouring rubbing alcohol on a towel and gently tapped the wound, causing Y/K/N to pull back with a wince. Kobra immediately pulled his hand away, his eyes full of worry. “Fuck-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean..” He stumbled on his words, the last thing he wanted was to cause any more pain. Y/K/N leaned back towards him.

“No, You’re okay, I just wasn’t expecting it to sting that bad. I’m okay now, you can keep doing that.” Y/K/N said with a gentle smile. Kobra got back to work, cleaning up the wound and wrapping his arm in bandages. After the dining room surgery was over, Kobra began packing up the remaining cloth and got up to put the first aid kit back. Y/K/N sat in a daze, fixated on the faded black and white tiles on the floor. 

Y/K/N’s mind began to wander as the reality of what happened sunk in: They could have died today. They easily could have been the ones laying on the ground where the Dracs now lay, everything happened so fast. The fact that this was the worst to come out of it was nothing short of a miracle, he was lucky to be sitting here. Tears began to fill his eyes as the fear he repressed during the fight came to surface now that he was surrounded by the safety of home. He quickly wiped the tears as they fell from his eyes, he did not want anyone, especially Kobra, to see him cry. He always hated crying in front of people, oftentimes saving his tears for the late hours of the night where nobody could see him in his most vulnerable state. But this time was very different, this time he couldn’t help it. His worst fear was becoming a name on Dr. Death’s traffic report, what would Kobra have done? The thought of the boy he loved more than anything falling apart at hearing the report of his death caused the ache in his chest to grow even more.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Kobra said, suddenly appearing in front of Y/K/N. He sat down and gently wrapped his arm around the other, Y/K/N leaning into his embrace & burying his face in Kobra’s shoulder. “I’m here. You can cry if you need to.” They sat in comfortable silence as Kobra wrapped his arms around Y/K/N, running his hand through the other’s hair. After a few minutes of silence between the two, Y/K/N pulled away, rubbing his eyes. Kobra gently smiled at the other boy. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stain your jacket.” Y/K/N said, gesturing towards the tear stains on Kobra’s jacket. He laughed, his expression of adoration not changing. 

“Don’t be sorry, it’s just tears. You’re okay. What’s going on?” He said softly, rubbing the other’s arm. 

Y/K/N took a breath, “It’s just the reality of what happened today, the fact that Ghoul and I could have died. It’s…it’s fucking scary. The idea of not coming back home to you guys, not seeing you guys ever again, that feeling is scarier than facing any Drac.”

Kobra suddenly pulled him back into a tight hug, recieving an *fuck, ow!* from Y/K/N. “Oh shit, sorry,” He quickly said, “You’re okay now. You’re home and safe for tonight. I’ll keep you safe tonight. I promise.” He said, rubbing the other’s back and pressing a soft kiss on the top of his head. Y/K/N looked up and leaned in, softly pressing his lips to Kobra’s.

“And Tomorrow?” 

“I’ll do the same every single day.” Kobra said, kissing him once again, the two of them in their own little world, and they never wanted to leave. 

“Wow, you guys didn’t invite me to this cuddle session? That’s Rude.” Ghoul said, popping his head up from the booth behind them, causing the two of them to jump. 

“FUCK OFF GHOUL!” They both said at the same time, causing them to laugh. Ghoul rolled his eyes and got up to bother one of the other two killjoys. 

“You guys are missing out!” Ghoul said teasingly as he walked away.

Kobra and Y/K/N just laughed and went back to laying in each other's arms. Y/K/N looked around the room at the others, Party snoring away, Ghoul harassing a very focused Jet, and then looked back at Kobra with a smile before burying his head back into his chest. Everyone was home and safe, things were as they should be. 

#answered requests #kobra kid x reader #kobra kid #danger days #danger days true lives of the fabulous killjoys #mikey way x reader #danger days era #mcr x reader

[crescentneko]

Honey 🍯 Astera/Mirage drabble Context: Alt mirage universe where some of my human ultrakill OCs exist along with canon characters. Basically this is a snippet of my oc Astera having some fun with Mirage.

Content: human/robot, s//mut, vanilla, cunnilingus

I'm shaking like a leaf posting this- But this has been sitting in my drabble folder for like over a year with some others so u hm //yeets into the void I'll probaby post details about 'tera eventually when I'm less anxious (same with Kit, Del and others-) Enjoy some enby/robot smut??? [Minors DNI | 18+ only, ya know the drill] Oh, also hella inspired by the song Honey by Halsey-

Honey.

That's the only word that came to mind as they drunk down the sweetness pouring out of her.

The tip of their tongue attentively laps at her silicone folds and clit, while hands gripped tightly at the metalic thighs that enclosed their head snugly against her.

There's no better place Astera would rather be.

Mirage's synthetic-laced mewls and whimpers were intoxicating, and they were hellbent on making her as loud as possible for them.

Metal fingers tangled themselves into their silver-white hair and lightly tugged them impossibly closer to her. The reward feedback loop was lighting up her processor like the most amazing fireworks show and it was becoming nearly overwhelming.

Like hell she'd tell them to stop though.

Astera's mouth ran over each lip with precision; delving their tongue inside while enjoying the taste on their tongue. Slick ran down their chin as their eyes flitted up to meet their partner's partially shut optic.

"F-Fuck, keep going… J-Just like that." She murmured; one of her blue-plated hands tugged on their hair again, trying to grind against thier face and that wonderful tongue inside her. Mirage's head tilted back as she lost herself in the pleasure.

Who were they to deny her?

They doubled their efforts and let one of their hands slip from her thigh to her cunt. Astera licked up her slick as two fingers slipped in surprisingly easily; tongue now focusing on her clit with short and quick flicks.

A static-laced cry came out of her voice box as her hips trembled; fans kicking on full blast now.

They grinned against her and pumped their fingers at a steady pace. They ate her out like they've been starved for years–denied the very essence Astera needed to survive on. Their tongue swirled around the silicone nub before sucking gingerly on it, desperate to hear more pleasured sounds from her.

She keened, trying very, very hard not to crush her poor partner's head between her thighs.

Mirage was glad they took of their glasses for this.

"C-Close-" She managed to say as static seeped into her voice, making her near incoherent to hear. Her hips now unable to keep from ginding frantically against that wonderful mouth and knucles-deep fingers within her.

They suppose they could be nice to her, this time.

Astera sped up their rhythm, making sure to stoke their fingers against her soft upper walls, just where she loved it most.

Just a little more…

One more intense suck on her clit and she unraveled beautifully. A loud cry as she pushed down their head, body shuddering with each intense shock of her climax; optic flickering from the sheer intensity of it.

They made sure to keep moving their fingers and lick her clean as she rode out her orgasm; despite it being difficult to breathe this way.

Astera figured I'd be a good way to die if that were to happen.

Finally coming down, Mirage released them, her body now limp and trying to reroute her power sources to their usual processes.

"Holy shit… Y-You're much too good at that now…"

"I aim to please as you know." Astera sat up with a lick of their lips; smiling to her with amusement at how out of breath she sounded, despite not needing to breathe. "You're not too tired to keep going right?"

Mirage hummed before closing her optic as she laid back on the now messy bed.

"H-Hey…!" Astera got up and went to straddle her lap, their hands resting on her upper torso with a pout. "Seriously? you're gonna leave me here like thi–”

Their voice catches in their throat as Mirage's hands go to rest on their hips. She gently presses them down on her lap to grind against them, making them moan out. One of her hands then moved with practiced ease, working their way up their sleep tshirt from behind.

She peeks her optic open in a cheeky expression. "Kidding. It's only fair to return the favor, right...?"

#ultrakill #ultrakill mirage #ultrakill oc #ultrakill astera #crescent writes #cant wait for maybe 1 person to see this //wheezes #I need to post my other drabbles too #and finish the mirage/v1 one shot ive been working on on n off- #....maybe i'll do a part 2 to this drabble too cuz i do like this side pair lol

[pikahlua]

As a fellow Bakugo fan I must ask, are you not even a little bit mad that Hori jobbed Bakugo (as well as others) so bad to make Deku look good? As a Bakugo fan who doesn't really like Deku, I'm considering droping the manga and I'm sad about it because I've been reading the manga for 3 years. I know that Bakugo will probably rise and do something but I still find the entire thing distasteful

Given how many asks I keep receiving to this effect, let me make this one thing perfectly, utterly, ear-ringingly clear.

[looks straight into the camera and leans in to place my lips directly on the microphone]

No. I ain’t even mad, bro.

1. I have not been holding back my disappointment or refraining from criticizing Horikoshi out of politeness. I genuinely enjoy what’s been going on with Katsuki in the manga 100% since the beginning of this arc. I don’t think anyone should or shouldn’t enjoy the arc just because they’re a fan of Katsuki. I don’t think it means anything about you as a Katsuki fan if you like or dislike it. The fact of the matter is, I am a giant Katsuki fan, and I like this arc--and it’s clearly because I see what’s going on in the manga differently from the people who don’t like it. It’s as simple as that.

2. The notion that Horikoshi “jobbed” Katsuki to “make Deku look good” is just, like, your opinion, man. I don’t see it. I see the heavy implication that we’re maybe supposed to think that for like a few chapters, but Horikoshi has signaled SO. FUCKING. LOUDLY. how this is a ploy that I can’t even be mad at how my ear drums are bleeding from the volume. I don’t know how many times I gotta say it: when a character SAYS THE TROPE OUT LOUD (e.g. AFO vs Jirou), you just know the trope’s about to be subverted. But to subvert the trope, you first must play with it.

3. Look, it’s easy to forget the big picture when you’re reading such short chapters like this with only one or two major plot beats per chapter each week. If you’re genuinely not enjoying the manga at this pace, I’d advise you to change it. Read a few chapters at a time. Don’t read weekly. I can only explain my own enjoyment by pointing out that I’ve very consistently followed along with the plot beats while demonstrating that I absolutely vibe with Horikoshi.

Remember that time I was the only one who realized THIS WAS LEADING TO SOME BAD SHIT?

That happened in chapter 344. February. Katsuki wouldn’t get bodied until chapter 362 in August. Did it seem like I was despairing over this premonition for half-a-year? (Well, I mean “despairing” in a bad way that implies I wasn’t enjoying myself.)

But this is what I mean when I say don’t take plot beats at face value, because we have to let the story resolve each situation at its own natural pace. Katsuki is supposed to look like he’s been “jobbed” for Izuku’s sake, and for that to affect us properly, we have to sit with it for a while.

The fact that the above interaction exists gives me all the comfort in the world that what you’re describing isn’t actually happening in earnest in the story. Horikoshi is well aware of what the fuck things look like. He’s reveling in the fact that you’re falling for it. With any luck, the resolution will be that much sweeter for you when he finally gets to it.

(Depicted above is Horikoshi lampshading the point even harder.)

If you don’t want to go through heartache to get to the sweet reward, if that’s not to your taste, then that’s cool. Do your thing. I’m gonna keep doing mine, and I’m having a blast with what we’ve got.

And what we’ve got is a plethora of Katsuki at every turn.

We keep joking about how I can make anything about Katsuki whether or not it’s merited, but at this point I’m convinced I’m supposed to be doing that. I haven’t written fusion theory yet because I’ve been so sleep deprived today, but chapter 369 really nailed home the fact that I’m supposed to be seeing all the characters in each other. AFO is Katsuki Bakugou. Katsuki Bakugou is Izuku Midoriya. Shouto and Iida are Izuku, and Dabi and Tomura are Katsuki, and everyone is All Might, and I could slot anyone’s names in any part of this formula and it will all work fine. The characters are converging on a singularity. So when I see any character do anything, including Izuku doing his thing right now, I am perfectly justified in seeing Katsuki Bakugou alive and well (although I do also get a certain smug satisfaction out of seeing his corpse on the ground like Horikoshi is winking at me each time he draws it).

(Like am I even supposed to be mad that he’s dead? When we’ve got so many other reanimated dead people walking around it might even be construed as a theme?)

Everything is Katsuki Bakugou and vice versa change my mind.

#anon ask #ask pika #my hero academia manga spoilers #katsuki bakugou #the boy #the legend #the fictional character #which is at this point the highest compliment i can pay #this manga is so damn self-aware please never lose sight of that

[fancifulflora]

ATOC ROs at a Theme Park: Modern!AU Headcanons

I just came back from Universal since I was celebrating my baby cousin's birthday and my legs hurt and I hurt and I regret not having shoes that aren't heeled. So while I nurse my wounds I'm going to slap down some headcanons about the LIs at a theme park since it popped into my head mid-wait for a ride

Azad/Ashti

Enjoys people-watching a little too much while waiting in line. They might look a little distant and in thought, but don't let those hazel eyes fool you- they're judging the unfortunate beach bottle blonde Karen cut on one of the others in the line.

Will ignore most of the side vendors and booths for the most part, until they pass by the carnival-style games where you can earn your selection of over-priced, mass-produced plushies you could probably order online.

That's when A backs it the fuck up and makes it their mission to win.

I mean.

They want to win one for you, of course. That's why they're doing it. It has nothing to do with the self-satisfied smirk on the vendor's face when some teenagers walked away with a measly consolation prize.

And it has nothing to do with the fact that they dared to boast that it was unbeatable. No, no no no. Nothing as silly as that.

After a few failed tries, curses, and a small snack break, you end up with the biggest prize in your arms, resting on top of a tiny mountain of small keychains and prizes that A won while trying to beat the damned game. But hey, at least you have something to remember the day by? Well, a lot of somethings but you get the idea.

When the heat starts getting to the two of you, A is the most likely to go get one of those water bottles that mists you while a fan blasts a cool breeze into your face- without you needing to ask too.

If there's a cool water ride or, even better, one of the crazy ones that flip you upside down and drag you so close to the water's surface but not quite. A's going. Period.

They will have their hands in the air the entire time and enjoy the adrenaline rush and laugh internally at everyone looking like a wet rat by the time the ride's over.

And if there's a water park???

To be honest, A might try a few cool water rides in a water park but have you seen the pools? They might enjoy swimming and the water more than your average joe but they aren't a fool.

Would be a little more than curious to try out one of those artificial wave machines though, probably faring well on their own board.

Dara/Delal

They come prepared with a complete battle plan. The tickets are expensive and so to make the most of their time there's a perfect route for everyone to take that will let the group hit all the best rides before they have to leave or simply loose the will to continue on

Too bad everything goes out the window the moment they get through the gates and everyone starts splitting into their own groups

Still, is dedicated to not letting their work go to waste and will trek on anyways. One second, you see them on one side of the park, but the next time you get off a ride D is now on the exact opposite side of the damn place, halfway through the line already. How did they even make that much distance so fast? And how are they already that far up the line? Isn't that ride supposed to be popular?

The world may never know

If the two of you are together though, then you'll know that D has one of those sites on their phone that keeps you updated on the amount of traffic on each attraction and has already committed the map to vague memory. No need to shuffle awkwardly to the side of the path in a sea of people and "Sorry!"s and "Excuse me!"s as you fumble through your bags to find some flimsy piece of paper.

With D around, your trip is made much less socially awkward. And with their large size, it makes it easier to carve through the swarms of tourists and regular parkgoers. After all, no one wants to be flattened by someone so large with that serious look in their eyes, all part ways for the two of you, if just by a little bit.

Will scrunch their nose at most of the cheesy lines on the t-shirts and hats but will most likely cave by the end of the day and at least get one thing to remind them of their little outing. Avoids all eye contact when they leave a gift shop with a cap on that says "I had an un-bee-lievable time!" with a cartoon bee winking at you as if they too were enjoying the embarrassment.

Though slightly flustered at first, would probably wear a matching outfit or a couples t-shirt with you for the day. It's cute, okay?! And if done tastefully, isn't nearly as bad as it sounds.

Will probably wind down and relax by going on slow rides, the kind that takes you on a tour throughout the park just so they can see the sights and rest their legs from all that standing and walking around.

But the moment they get off the break's over and D's already on the move, only slowing down fully if you show signs of getting tired yourself.

If it wasn't going to catch the stares of everyone within a 20 feet radius, D would most certainly be down for carting you around in their arms when you get tired. If you ask them too they won't hesitate, though it might make them a little more than embarrassed to do so.

Rozerîn/Rêzan

Why are they even here? Couldn't you all have chosen something more relaxing? It's hot. Too hot. There are so many people. Sweaty people. People who need a bar or two of deodorant or some sense of personal space knocked into them. R is the unfortunate one that's dragged along for the day but still finds a way to enjoy it themselves

Admires the way all the employees stay in character as they put on shows throughout the park. The costumes are wonderfully designed, the atmosphere, even when it changes just when you round the corner, is rather immersive if you linger.

Wouldn't want to go on any crazy rides that throw you haphazardly around. However, they would enjoy those cool 3D rides with a simple storyline and cute effects like a fog machine or a water mister.

Finds the fact that all the rides drop you off at an appropriately themed gift shop the second after the ride's over to be distasteful.

Then, they see the cutest animal plush in the world and forgets all about that for a second. You might want to stop them before they have the mind to get you one too because these plushies are gonna quickly become your new faux children. And whoops, they have names now too. How did that happen?

Will don the biggest sunhat you've ever seen and dramatic sunglasses for the day and no, they aren't taking it off. Would be willing to replace the big shades they have if you buy them a replacement. No matter how silly it looks, it's still a gift from you after all.

If there's some kind of petting zoo available they're already b-lining for it. You can certainly join as well... if you catch up with them. But unless there are other cool sights to see this may be where they spend a great many hours of the day.

I'll give it a solid 6/10 chance that R ends up babysitting everyone else's stuff while they go on rides. Bumping it to a 9/10 if X is allowed to go crazy with their purchases. I mean, someone's gonna have to watch all your stuff and it's not like they're all too interested in whatever the "Shark Tornado" that you're all going on is.

With enough convincing and maybe a little smile from you they're willing to go on one or two of the more intense rides, although the caveat is that they're gonna be riding next to you no matter what.

If the ride's especially scary they'd hold and squeeze your hand tight before moving to the safety rails before they cut off circulation or something.

And afterward, with the wind having blown through their long hair and their face flushed from the pumping of adrenaline and blood in their heart, R manages to come out still looking pretty.

A messy pretty, but pretty nonetheless.

Xelara/Xelef

Buys a ridiculous amount of souvenirs. Like. A silly amount.

Will start off at a gift store absentmindedly looking through the selections and then they see something Heval would like. Oh shoot, you would love this. They just have to get it! Damn, they should probably get this too while they're at it. Ohhhh, now D would hate this... which is the perfect reason why they need to buy it for them.

Will shrug off any attempts to get them to stop with a small "it's a special occasion!", as if that argument really holds when they're trying to buy a snow globe in mid-July.

Honestly, the mental image of X clad from head to toe in theme park merchandise is more than amusing, until you realize that they're going to rope you into the same thing.

Would die waiting in line, so they make it a point to buy into the dumb fast pass system and will reserve the right to still complain a little if the line wait is too long.

I could see it being really cute being in line with X though, due to how physically affectionate they are. They wouldn't go over the line with PDA if it made you uncomfortable, but would most likely burn the time away with their arms wrapped around you, their chin resting on your head if you're short enough or against your shoulder. Might sneak a lil smooch in there if there aren't too many people in line.

Feel free to give them a little shove when the sun rises too high and everything gets too overwhelmingly hot though, X is practically a furnace so they understand even if they pout a little.

Same as D in the sense that they enjoy the more extreme rides more, but instead of putting their hands in the air and taking it in like a normal person they make it their mission to scout out the exact timing in which the ride takes your photo and comes in prepared

They'll do the usual, raise their arms up, screaming much louder than those around them, but by the time the ride is up and everyone's disheveled and their legs are all wobbly X is practically bouncing on their feet.

Heading down to the gift shop you can see why, with everyone looking like a mess they're the only photogenic one in these "candid" photos. It's even better if you aren't nearly as graceful on rollercoasters, X determined to collect all the images of the two of you on every ride you go on with claims of finding the contrast "endearing". And if you do happen to look pretty put together despite the hellish twists and turns of the ride, X makes it their mission to get the two of you to do poses for the camera on the rest of the rides. Collecting the images and then lining them up by the end of the trip in a makeshift photobooth reel of the day.

BONUS

Kulîlk Teyran

Will not eat the entire day prior in preparation for the big outing. But don't worry too much about her, she's already planning to make up for it in spades when she gets the chance.

She's super excited the moment that the trip is even brought up, never having really gotten the chance to go out much before. And to spend one of those outings at a theme park? With friends? With you?? What more could she want?

Does research in her own way. Mainly by looking through social media of other people going to the same park and studying their reviews and pictures. Will go to YouTube for videos of people eating through the menus there or taking POV footage of rides so she can mentally prepare herself and plan accordingly. Oh? The turkey legs are overrated? Well she won't bother with trying that then...

However, it's due to her excitement that she can't sleep by the end of the day. And when she can't sleep she begins to be anxious about missing the set time you guys meet up and being late. And when she thinks about being late she gets physically ill with anxiety and the fear of irritating her friends and you. And since she's anxious now, she can't sleep.

The cycle continues and before she knows it she barely gets 3 hours of sleep and her alarm is already ringing while she stares wide-eyed at the ceiling. Great. Lovely. What a start to the big trip to the theme park.

Still shows up before anyone else does, the most bitter cup of coffee in hand and her stomach dying. Only brightens up when she sees you or the rest approaching.

Finds the most endearing thing about theme parks to be the cute way they style and theme their food. Whether it's a cupcake with a little unicorn horn on it or a burger with the character stamped across the top of the bun Kulîlk is taking photos and sampling anything that doesn't seem too sweet.

Will offer to share what she eats with you as well, though it's partially so that she has more room to eat other things.

If you're eager to ride the attractions then she will be as well! Although you might have to help her walk a little after an especially fast and loopy one.

Not going to lie, she's the most likely to get sick after an especially intense attraction. Anxiety, a full stomach, caffeine, none of it is especially helpful to the poor woman dying on the park bench.

Will probably buy some souvenirs, but in this case, has her phone out comparing the prices online with what she sees in the stores. So unless it's an item that you get to customize or has a big show about it, Kulîlk will wait till after you all leave the park in order to order you whatever you want.

Could cave with a light breeze or kiss though, so go nuts lol.

Is the annoying one with a camera, wanting to take pictures of everything that seems cool and will ask for group photos on occasion. She prefers the more candid shots anyhow.

#atoc #a tale of crowns #headcanon #rozerîn/rêzan #azad/ashti #xelara/xelef #dara/delal #kulîlk teyran #yes im including my own crown #fight me #im finally doing canon x reader content #after ages- years it feels #i tried to keep the vibe of the characters but ehhh it could be a lil ooc #just basing it off of vibes #can you tell i had *thoughts* when going to universal lol #also w my queue finally being empty yall are getting content fresh off the presses #sorry for any typos #my oc #oc #oc x reader

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball GT 54

✨GT Stands For Gravest Threat✨

So I kept thinking that things would pick up a bit once we got past the first four Shadow Dragons.  But no, I had completely forgotten that this episode features Goku’s mightest enemy: A slowly turning ventilation fan.

✨"Good" "Ideas", Poorly Executed✨

Here’s the big idea for this episode.  This is Nuova Shenron, the Four-Star Dragon.   His gimmick is that he makes thing very hot. 

And this is Eis Shenron, the Three-Star Dragon.  His gimmick is that he makes things very cold.

Now, you may want to sit down for this part, but here’s the neat little thing they worked into this.  So Nuova’s kind of honorable, as Shadow Dragons go. He takes out Pan early, but doesn’t harm her.  He just wants to knock her out so she won’t be in the way while he and Goku have a cool fight.  So Nuova’s not a total dick like the other Shadow Dragons. 

But Eis, on the other hand, is a total dick.  He takes out Giru and captures Pan even though she’s unconscious and no threat to anyone.  Wotta twist.

Another “good” idea this show has is to start a romance subplot between Gil and Pan.  Ten episodes before it goes off the air.  Fuck GT forever.

✨Positivity Page✨

I dunno, this episode is pretty terrible.  I suppose the one thing I like is how Pan tries to attack Nuova right off the bat.  It doesn’t work, but only because Nuova’s a more formidable opponent than the ones they’ve faced before.  If Pan and Goku had adopted this strategy before, they would have crushed the first four Dragons in a matter of seconds.  So for Pan to try it here, against the fifth Dragon, shows that at least one of them has managed to learn something over the last several episodes.  It’s too little, too late, but there you go.

Also, any episode where GT Pan gets knocked out early can’t be all bad, right?

✨Is This Episode Worse than "The Roaming Lake"?✨

Yes, this episode is the drizzling shits.  The Roaming Lake looks like a Miyazaki film festival compared to this nonsense.

So it seems to start out okay, and I guess the setup is what stood out in my memory, which is why I forgot how bad this one was.  Nuova shows up and makes it plain that he wants an epic showdown with Goku.  No granddaughters, no goofy tricks, no bullshit of any kind.  They’re in another deserted city, and Nuova shoots a gargoyle off a building and says they’ll start fighting when it hits the ground, which is a really cool way to start this thing.

Then they zip around the battlefield really quickly, like they would do all the time in DBZ, so we’re off to a promising start.  And Nuova punches through a chunk of debris, because he can make his whole body insanely hot, and just melt through solid objects.  So he’s got an interesting power that should make this battle unusual. 

But then things go very wrong, very quickly.  Goku can’t even touch Nuova because of the extreme heat of his body.  Nuova claims that he can briefly become as hot as the surface of the sun, which... how does Goku still have a hand, then? 

From here, it just turns into this weird cat-and-mouse game, where Goku hides inside a casino resort and Nuova stalks him through the building.  Why is this happening?  Nuova could destroy the entire town if he wanted to, and Goku quickly determines that he’ll need to use ki blasts to fight him, so why is he sneaking around, using as little ki as possible?

There’s a part where Goku runs up and down the stairwells trying to get away from Nuova, and Nuova keeps cutting him off, and just sort of standing there while Goku runs off in the opposite direction.  Why?  It doesn’t make any sense.  Why is Goku even trying to hide from this guy?  And why isn’t Nuova bothering to chase him?

Eventually, Goku manages to get the drop on him and land some ki blasts, but they don’t seem to do much damage.  So I guess Goku was just trying to snipe Nuova from a distance, but he couldn’t get far enough away without getting spotted? 

As I recall, the dub kept emphasizing how weak Goku was in this episode, becase at the beginning he complains that he’s hungry.  The subbed version doesn’t do this.  I mean, he’s hungry either way, but the original script never follows up on this.  I think the dub only harped on it because they felt like they needed to do something to explain why Goku kept running away.

So Goku uses the sewers to get the drop on Nuova, but then Nuova just follows him down there, and they go on a merry chase down there, as opposed to the merry chase they had in the hotel.  And then Goku runs out of places to hide because...

VENTILATION FAN.

This fan is special.  For one thing, it’s in a sewer, which is pretty dumb, since I’m fairly certain that there’s no point in providing ventilation down there.  It’s a common trope in fiction to depict sewers as these cool underground tunnels where you can have secret bases and secret passages and secret whatever else you want.  Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles probably cemented the idea in pop culture, but I suspect it originates with the Morlocks from the X-Men comics.  In point of fact, the Morlocks lived in underground bomb shelters, not the sewers, but the two can get conflated pretty easily, and by the time Eastman and Laird made their parody of ninja and mutant comics with TMNT, it was set in these cavernous sewer tunnels that looked more like the halls of an old castle than a place designed to carry away human excrement. 

That’s where the sewer trope falls apart.  People see manholes an thing there’s a whole awesome world down there, but the reality is that you can’t just stroll through tunnels wading through six-inch-deep green water.  The tunnels are pipes, and the pipes are too small for a human to walk through, becuase they’re not for humans, they’re for poo water.   Even if you could walk through one of those things, the fumes would kill you long before you could get anywhere. 

And yet, this one in GT has a ventilation fan, as if someone designed this sewage system to make it more habitable for any superheroes who ended up down here.  I don’t know, maybe there’s a legitimate purpose for a thing like this, but I do find it pretty ridiculous. 

But what’s truly ridiculous is that Goku looks at this fan like it’s somehow blocking him from escaping the tunnels.  He’s like “Oh no!  A dead end!”  I’ve lost count of how many walls this guy has smashed through over the years.  He’s trained at 100 times normal gravity, and fought battles beyond comprehension, but this ventilation fan has him stymied.

It’s not even moving that fast.  I could make a gif and try to calculate its exact speed, but fuck that.  I’m not humoring this this bullshit anymore.  It’s not an adamantium fan reinforced with Norse magic.  It looks flimsy as hell.  Goku could just grab it with his hands and bend the blades around to jam the mechanism.  Hell, I think I could do that.

Instead, he steels himself like he’s about to do something desperate, and he jumps through the space between the fan blades, like this is some incredible feat of daring.   Then Nuova finally walks up to the fan and just sort of stares at it like “Wow, I never expected him to do that.  What a guy.”

Then Nuova just burns his way through to follow Goku to whatever reservoir this is.  See, this is GT Logic in it’s purest form.  Nuova is constantly using his super powers to brute force his way through all obstacles.  Goku has immense super powers of his own, but for some reason he refuses to use any of them.  And even though he’s acting weak and helpless, Nuova never turns up the pressure to capitalize on this.  This is a fight, and no one’s trying to win.  They’re just Doing Things for no obvious reason.

So then Nuova generates some sort of lens to focus his power into lasers or something, and Goku scouts it and uses the Solar Flare to turn it against Nuova.  That’s kind of clever, except Goku could just shoot him with a Kamehameha to achieve the same result.  These guys keep fighting like they’ve been fighting for several episodes already, but it’s only the first round.  They don’t need to improvise, they’re fresh. 

So finally, Nuova transforms.  He covered himself in some sort of film to contain his awesome heat powers, and now he’s removing it.  His face still looks dumb.

And Goku turns Super Saiyan 4, claiming that the intense heat won’t bother him much while he’s in this form.  THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU USE IT BEFORE?!  FUCK!

Sometimes it feels like the people making this show had never even seen Dragon Ball Z, which is weird, because a lot of them had worked on DBZ before this.  It’s like they were making Z and just paid zero attention to how any of the fights worked.  It’s like they understood you needed to start off small and build up to the heavier offense later on, but why would Goku run around dodging heat rays for fifteen minutes when he could just turn into his ultimate form and fight on more even footing?  And why is Nuova toying with Goku like this?  He wants him dead, doesn’t he?  Or maybe he just wants to push Goku into using his full power, but then why doesn’t he get more aggressive and leave Goku with no other option? 

Once again, the answer is that if they do it this way, then they can make the Nuova Shenron fight last longer, with pads out the series.  And hoo-boy do they pad the crap out of this one...

✨The Blade Braxton Memorial Haiku*✨

Ventilation Fan

Its power is maximum

Its speed: minumum.

#dragon ball #dragon ball gt #really sucks #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #*haiku does not come with crown as illustrated #goku #pan #giru #nuova shenron #eis shenron #ventilation fan #the strongest dragon ball character of all #ultra instinct shaggy would be crushed between its mighty blades

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Mortal Kombat: Special Forces: Heating up in the museum.

Summary: The discussion of art can bring heated discussion. But most of them don’t involve actual danger.

Chapter list.

Chapter list part two.

Chapter list part three.

No-Face was never really a fan of art. It was all just so pointless. Wow, you know how to paint, well fucking done. No, he was a fan of more… proactive forms of self expression. Buildings blazing into the sky, the sweet smell of smoke and rubble, not to mention the screams…

“Uh, sir?”

No-Face was pulled from his thoughts by the lower thugs of his clan. What was his name…. Hugh? Something like that.

“What is it, can’t you see I was in the middle of something?”

“Sir, shouldn’t we get out of here? People are gonna be here soon and we’ve already set up the operation.”

No-Face growled.

“We can’t leave without sending a message! And what’s better than flames?”

“Sir-

No-Face grabbed the thug by the collar of his shirt, getting right in his face.

“You know, I’m quite a fan of the way flesh smells when it’s being cooked,” he flicked his wrist launched flame thrower active, bringing it close to Hugh’s face.

“Do you wanna feel the warmth?”

The thug shook his head and No-Face pulled away as one of his other guards burst through. A woman with a light dragon tattoo across her right arm.

“Sir, we have an intruder.”

The pyromaniac turned to Hugh,

“Take care of it, I’m busy.”

———

Jax entered the museum, searching around for anything suspicious. He radioed Gemini.

“I’m at the museum. I never thought Kano would have an eye for art.”

Gemini chuckled.

“Hide the wisecracks for a bit.”

Jax noticed the set of BD standing before him with armed weapons.

“Got a couple of intruders. Call back soon.”

Jax pocketed his radio, turning to his opponents.

“I don’t suppose you’d surrender?”

The woman twirled a knife, her voice dripping with anticipation.

“Not a chance, dumbass!”

A pair of them charged at Jax, who blocked and dodged their strikes before slamming their foreheads into one another.

The third one stabbed and swung her blade, causing Jax to find something to properly block the hits.

He found a medium pipe of rebar on the floor, good enough. He blocked the knife and swung his boot into his attacker’s kneecap, bringing her to face a ferocious uppercut that laid her on the floor.

Jax chuckled to himself.

“Still got it.”

A blast of flame rocketed across the room, causing Jax to dive out of the way and try to find the assailant. And it was exactly who he expected.

“Can it, you’re gonna tell me what I want to know.”

No-Face rose into the air on a jet pack.

“You’ll have to bring me down first.”

No-Face tossed incendiary grenades across the room, exploding in blasts of flame and smoke that Jax had no choice but to dodge. and all the while, No-Face cackled in mad glee.

“That’s it, little toy soldier! Run!”

As Jax ducked for cover, he noticed the knife on the ground. An idea sparked in his head.

Jax tossed the knife into No-Face’s jet pack, damaging it enough to send him rocketing up to crash into the ceiling before falling to the ground with a cracked lens.

He groaned, but soon fell unconscious. Jax noticed the tablet lying by his side and switched it on to find Kano talking from the other end.

“If it isn’t the all American hero. How you doing?”

Jax shut down the attempt at small talk.

“Can it. Where’s Sonya and the rest?”

“Can’t tell ya. They’re not dead, well, most of them are but not all.”

Jax steeled his expression.

“Tell me. Now.”

“How about a game? One of my best is setting another operation. If you can stop her, I’ll let you talk to your buddies.”

Jax sighed.

“Fine, what’s the hint?”

“Watch out for the filth below the surface.”

Jax paused to think, Kano adding one more message before hanging up

“Oh, and don’t bother trying to trace this call. They’ll be dead if you do. Call back soon."

The call ended and Jax called Gemini to tell her the info.

"Did you get him?"

"Yeah, and I've got a lead. Call in a squad to clean this place up."

“Understood. Report back soon.”

#mortal kombat #my writing stuff #Special Forces Adaptation #No-Face mortal kombat #jax briggs #kano

[glassvines]

Thoughts on eps 1-4 of Murder Drones:

Pilot 1. Is the planet the bots are on supposed to be an alternate Earth? Or a different planet all together? (Answer: It's not Earth. Uzi mentions wanting to go to earth so she can "kill all humans". The planet they are on is Copper 9.) 2. "Untrained neural network" aka baby robots lmao. 3. While the meta dialogue was incredibly BAD in the first episode, the facial gags with words flashing across their faces is so funny. I am having to pause every two seconds to read everything. 4. Which is by design? Pausing to read the gags. This is a show that really wants it's audience to study it like the nerds we are. 5. I love that all the character relationships are purposely cliche, and played 100% straight. 6. Are we really supposed to believe Uzi's dad mercy-killed her mother? 7. I do love how they establish that the Disassembly Drones can regenerate. (N being blasted into oblivion.) 8. "OH MY, you sure are rebellious! It's kind of exciting! *fans self*" N LMAO WHAT. 9. N and Uzi are A+ mains and I love them. 10. Yeah, I missed so much lore discussion on the first watch. Particularly the bit about the ships only being capable of going one way. 11. Why is N hoisting Uzi onto his shoulders the cutest thing ever. He carry. He protec. 12. "I'd join you if the sun didn't kill me!" Hooow did I miss that.

Episode 2 / Heartbeat 1. God I love the haunted mansion flashback. It's so jarring. 2. Tessa... 3. The Disassembly Drones sleep upside down wrapped in their wings. 4. The show hinting at V knowing more than she's letting on combined with the flashbacks were when I started to realize how much of a gem this show was. 5. Episode starts establishing Lizzy and Doll a little more. (Did V disguise herself AS Lizzy? lol.) 6. Ah okay, they do explain what Uzi's powers are: AbsoluteSolver auto-repair initiative. 7. And Uzi DOES mention it's just like the Disassembly Drones' regenerative powers. 8. The weird human hand thing was great. 9. "Oh, J's not here." Huh. 10. "It hurts our feelings you don't remember us." It said via Uzi's Mum's face. Hmmmm. 11. I seriously went from "this could work as a series - good setup" to "I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM UR ALL VERY PRECIOUS".

Episode 3 / The Promening 1. Okay, this was when I realized how purposely satirical the series is. PROM LOL. 2. Year 3,071! 3. I really want to understand the bug crushing motif. 4. "Thank you FOR BEING MY friend" STOP!!! 5. The skeleton prom outfit bit is so gd funny. 6. "What's best for you. Even if you hate me for it." V plz. 7. UZI UWUs 8. This whole episode is just good character development stuff. More focus on V, Doll and Lizzy. Uzi and N making up and doing a battle couple bit for a few seconds. A bit more background information on Uzi’s Mom too.

Episode 4 / Cabin Fever 1. The...school bus is being driven like a horse and buggy. I'm. 2. Uzi's bat-winged backpack :). 3. Lizzy and V just being friends now is delightful. 4. Neat to see a different type of environment being focused on in this episode. 5. "EVACUATE ALL DOGS" "Cool. We did that. That's canon." "Also, all dogs are immortal now!" LMAO I REALLY NEEDED TO PAUSE FOR THAT JOKE. 6. I don't really understand what's triggering Uzi's transformation though? Stress? Jealousy? 7. "Welcome back 02" Hmmmm. 8. V keeps comedically killing all these students and they are still 100% in love with her and N now ahaha. 9. N's development is so good man. I like that he’s standing up to V now. 10. The funniest part of this episode was that Liam thought it was necessary to grind twitter animation stans into dust and have N conspicuously proclaim that he and Uzi are the same age. I don’t have to be part of the fandom to know what that means. Genuinely cathartic seeing a show tell shipper drama weirdos to shut the fuck up. 11. OH! There's that mansion from episode 2. So this hints at what happened to everyone's memories and why they were wiped. 12. The information on zombie drones is on a VHS with 80s horror movie font. 13. Marshmallow batteries 14. "Okay, Mom." L M A O 15. "New body, same horrors. Huh Cyn?" ??? 16. "Can I talk to N?" Oof that hurt me actually :(. 17. HAND HOLDING *pointing Rick Dalton meme*

Even on a re-watch I feel like there's a lot going on under the surface of the series that I've missed. Very much looking forward to seeing where this show goes. 

#some comments

[bellevvalencia]

Half-full

I’ve heard from a lot of people that jokes are half-meant, but it wasn’t something that I believed strongly to be true.

In a perfect world, people would say what they mean and they would mean what they say, but that’s belittling the reality of how every person has something that went on or that is going on in multiple periods and at different speeds. Ergo, a lot of the times, words will fail. People will take back what they said and they will say again what they took back. And they may add the word "joke" at the end of sentences to make light of a conversation that they weren’t ready to have, and they may add the word "joke" at the end of sentences to get an uncertain point across, not having thought about it thoroughly, or at all.

In short, when conversations begin to be a multiple bounce of jokes, they can be a number of things but serious.

The rest is up to you.

I mean, you know the right thing to do.

You know what to say to a client when shit hits the fan, but you joke that you want to tell her she’s just being stupid. You know it’s childish to say that in corporate but you joke it anyway because the situation is hopelessly funny.

You know that your seat mate is having a long day because his face was glued to his screen and his headphones was blasting Drake for four straight hours, but you tap his shoulder to joke that you hate him for ignoring you. You know you can never hate a person as kind, but you joke it anyway because it’s awkward and you’re the only two people left at the table.

You know that you can’t wait for anyone but you joke that nobody will ever love him the way you do. You know love is patience and love is kindness, but you joke it anyway because you don’t want the feeling to end just yet.

You know that your heart is banging on your chest and is struggling to break free, but you joke that you don’t give a fuck about them. You know it takes two to tango, you know you should probably say something, and you know the thought will keep you up at night and screw you over and over again, but you joke it anyway because letting it go is easier than the work that comes with fixing it.

A joke is an excuse to cover up our asses, so if you put it that way, I’d agree more if somebody said that jokes are lies rather than truths. Jokes aren’t supposed to be true. And people don’t mean them for many reasons. You can’t lose the job. You can’t bear awkward settings. You can’t let a feeling go. You can’t commit to uncertainty. You can’t ever be ready.

The joke could be consciously or subconsciously told and it could be true or false in multiple spectrums, but at the end of the day, nobody would pay the full price for something that is half-meant. Nobody should.

And even if it was half-meant, what does it matter?

I laugh as I process these thoughts in my head because I know that, now, my words are failing. Clearly, it matters to me. I have all these notions of jokes having more elements of lies in them and I say all these sentiments about how nobody should and nobody would, but I completely would. I try to appear as a realist, but in truth, when my desire gets strong, I become the strongest optimist alive. I will believe in the glass that is half-full but I will say that it is just a glass of water to squash the expectations in the pit of my stomach. I will believe so badly that it could last and quench my thirst but I will say that it could quench what it only could, that it was what it was.

So when I humor myself with all my jokes, just like when I tell my boss or my dad I don’t have what it takes to do it, or when I say I don’t care, or when I admit it’s not a bad idea, or when I still consider the odds even though all signs are telling me not to, or when I take an alternative and longer route just to see if fate works in mysterious ways, or when I use that stupid pathetic fucking audio on TikTok that would make someone come back, there is always a part of me that feels conflicted because while I know that logically, they cannot be true, I still want to hope that they could be. Maybe someday, maybe in time. Maybe if I try hard enough or if I speak long enough or if I think deep enough or if I act cool enough or if I pray earnestly enough. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

God, yes, I cling to the maybe of the half-meant joke because I’m a little bit challenged and I need to try.

I am so much and I am a lot—I’m aware of that by now. I will feel it and I will talk about it and I will write about it because it has to find its way out of me. I will be angry and I will be sad and I will cry in my mother’s arms, drunk and screaming “Why me?” on a random Thursday night. I will compartmentalize and I will work long hours and I will go out with my friends and family who surprisingly aren’t tired of me yet. I will write this piece on a Saturday morning straight of the club, and I will come home to my parents who will laugh with me over breakfast when I tell them what I said and did. I will forgive and I will forget.

And then, because I am so much and I am a lot, in one slow month, I will be okay again.

Nobody should pay the full price for something that is half-meant. But the world is not perfect, we all have something different going on, and above everything, we need to be willing to try.

So if you do, take the glass and fill it to the brim. Trust that you will be all the better for it.

#im ok i swear

[kshira]

— leather jacket

SUMMARY: back in the 90s your upstairs neighbor is so painfully annoying blasting music at all hours keeping you awake and when you finally approach the asshole —he’s gotta be so fucking hot too?

TW: fem!reader, teasing and taunting ran, fingering, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, praise, f!oral, creampie, slight pussy drunk ran, soft dom!w/sub!reader

WC: 2.9k

AN: this is for @hisgoodpuppy in time i’ll always find you collab thank you for letting me join my love! <3

the reeking havoc of today has turned your body into turmoil, sheets soft as pure silk lay comfortably under your sore body—lids fluttering close while sleep crawls into your vision.

but that noise—the blaring sounds echoing above you snap your eyes open and it’s the third time this fucking week you’ve been woke up by that obnoxious deep bass vibrating the walls.

you’ve already complained to your landlord, left a gentle reminder to the villain at hand but no, that’s done nothing but cause the music to rupture louder through your thin walls.

pulling yourself from the confines of your warm bed you shuffle upstairs, bare feet stomping on the stairs as you make your way to the direct sound—a heavy knock, loud enough for whoever it is disturbing your peace to hear, you wait— impatiently.

“do you fucking mind?” you burst out, flinching at the harsh, venom coated words spat at the person in front of you but fuck—you haven’t slept good in a mouth, you were tired of the bullshit.

“well if you say it like that, no” he chuckles, covering his mouth to hide the growing grin spreading over his face. you look him up and down—shit, was this asshole really suppose to look this fucking hot?

your eyes glimmer at his hair, long raven locks meet at his shoulders mixed with a dirty blonde, lazy grin sewed to his face and half lidded violet eyes. he’s dressed in an atrocious band tee, shredded jeans with his knees poking out—the male props his elbow on the door frame clearing his throat, “i’m ran by the way, i figured you’d want to be on first name basis since you’re eye fucking me.”

your cheeks grow warm at his words, a pout stained on your lips, “ran, could you turn the music down?” you ask, avoiding his gleaming eyes, “is it too loud, sweetheart?” he bends down, face coming closer to your ear.

you shiver, not only from ran’s hot breath fanning across the shell of your ear but also the temperature dropping as night grows deeper—ran looks over your body before disappearing into his apartment—just for a second as he reemerges draping his jacket over your shoulders.

“cute” he cocks his head to the side satisfied with his clothing on you, “what?” you painfully grip the leather jacket harder on your shoulders, cold air seeping from your body. “you’re cute” ran reaches out to poke your nose with his finger, smiling when you step back.

“just turn the music down, asshole” you mumble, pivoting your feet and turning your back to him while you stomp back to your apartment, ran lingers his eyes over your body wondering what you’d like under that sheer clothing—bare, body splayed perfectly on his bed while you wore that leather jacket.

you stand at your apartment door ears perked up at somber silence flowing through the complex and you’re finally at peace until you realize—you wearing ran’s stupid leather fucking jacket.

your perfect envision of returning ran’s jacket was a simple trade off with it returned to his greedy hands while your sanity stayed humble.

but not everything is rainbows and butterflies—it’s a chaotic cloud hanging gloom with insects crawling under your skin—ran, the name you’ve just learned from the night before really—really knew how to dig under your flesh.

some part of you yearned for more of him, his dark—alluring aura toyed with your strings, and almost like he’s the puppeteer and now you’re gliding on air to his apartment door and unlike last time—softly knocking on the door.

sounds of murmurs enclosed with whispers surround the door, you hold the jacket in one hand and the other placed on your hip, the door creaks open only enough for lilac eyes creeping through the space, “would you look at that?” he laughs, “not everyday do pretty girls like you come by.”

you roll your eyes before holding the jacket in front of you, “here, take it.” ran opens the door wider, laying his arm over the frame and slowly gripping the material and before you can let go he snaps forward calling your body to his chest.

a laugh vibrates through his chest, your fingers prodding his stomach before you push back, “i’m leaving” but before you can pull away larger arms wrap around your body, “stay with me for awhile? please?”

“this is rindou, my brother” ran waves his hand towards the couch where a man hovers over the tv, fingers smashing the nintendo 64 controller, soft curses leaving his lips when he’s lost a level.

you mentally scold yourself for succumbing so easily to ran’s honey laced words but something deep down inside your stomach echoes a voice—driving you to fall into curiosity, wanting to know more of this man—the allure he has about him, the subtle lust dripping from his form.

you side glance rindou quickly as you continue following ran into what is assumed to be his bedroom, one foot into the room and everything that describes the decade of 90s was thrown on the walls.

posters detailing alternative bands casted on the walls, clothes of dark attire tossed on the floor and cds laid gently on bare places not collected by dust. ran’s bed was the only item in his room that looked touchable so you take a seat on the edge of the bed as a soft lull of music toys with the room.

“i know this song” you break the uneasy silence while ran closes the door but leaving it slightly ajar, “yeah?” he smiles, grabbing a stack full of cds and sitting beside you on the bed.

“nirvana, right?” you look over at his hand, holding multiple albums, ran nods while shuffling through them until he holds one out to you, fingers brushing over yours when you grab it.

meeting eyes with ran was accidental but the touch of his soft lips against yours was on purpose, cds collapsing in the floor while his hands seek refuge on the back of your head, gently cradling it while he deepens the kiss.

a soft sigh releases in his mouth and ran grins through the kiss, pressing your lips harder on his in an attempt to have more of him. ran traces his other hand to your hip, squeezing the flesh, “can i touch you?” he whispers in your warm mouth, biting down on your lip and tugging it to him.

“you are touching me” you say breathlessly and ran slithers his hands down to your waistband, hooking a finger under the flimsy material, “stop being so innocent angel, i meant here” ran slides his hand under your leggings cupping your clothed cunt.

“s-shit” you whimper out, lips quivering as ran circles against your covered clit, he groans at the wetness sticking to the fabric while ran continues the motion, lithe digit rubbing harder.

“fuck—just touch me, stop teasing” your hands follow to where his resign clawing for more friction and ran breaks the kiss to only push you down on the bed while he crawls over your body.

“you want me to touch this needy little pussy? how bad do you want it?” ran crashes his lips on yours before you can respond, answer thrown in the air while ran widens your legs and runs his hand back on your cunt.

tilting your head to watch his fingers dive inside your hole you can’t help but see glimpses of another set of eyes peering through the darkness, snippets of color appearing through the void till they’re gone, “y-your brother, he can see us.”

“don’t look at him, look at me” ran says sternly, gripping your chin back to his face and his hot mouth pressed against your lips once more.

it’s suffocating, his fuming breaths seeping into your throat, those long nimble fingers sinking into your cunt with every hiccup you’re pulling for some air.

“fuck you’re so wet” ran pulls his fingers from your cunt, your slick drips from the tips of his digits—watching lazily from lust masking your vision ran dips them in his mouth, dropping spit mixed with your juices on his two fingers before pushing them back into your hole.

“tastes sweet” he smiles at you, with cheeks flaring warmth ran seizes the opportunity to crash his lips back on you and pump faster in your hole, as your legs clench and jerk under his hold—you feel the coil slowly unraveling.

“squeezing my fingers pretty girl, gonna cum for me?” ran coos, pressing a sloppy kiss on your forehead while his thumb comes up to just swipe over your puffy clit once and white drips in your vision, gasping and bucking while the heat between your legs pool over.

“that’s right cum all over my fuckin’ fingers” ran urges, feeling your cunt crash and spasm to the rhythm of his stokes and you’re left a wreck, chest heaving and body quaking in the aftermath.

figments of surreal images start to recollect and you blink fully grasping the image before you—ran looking down at you menacingly and his lips curling upwards.

“i-i gotta go” you mumble, embarrassment finding your legs while you wobbly gather leverage on your feet and rise up, ran watches from his bed—once your body leaves his room and the door to the outside slams he sighs, “so devastatingly beautiful.”

friend request from: ranhaitani

“you have got to be fucking kidding me” you say out loud, anger flickering in your orbs while you hover the mouse over the accept or deny button.

as you mindlessly surf the internet from your oversized computer, neatly tucked in a chair you sigh before hitting the accept button, cursing at yourself for again— succumbing to ran so easily.

ranhaitani: why are u up so late pretty

you: fuck off

ranhaitani: didn’t you do that the other day?

ranhaitani: on my fingers?

you: anyways

you: i'm not sleepy

ranhaitani: shame, i can’t sleep either

you: y

ranhaitani: i keep thinking about you <3

you: keep thinking

you shut the computer off after you type out the words, imagining the aol message of you abruptly leaving the chat would wipe that disgusting smirk permanently on ran’s pretty fucking face.

and you think sleep will wash these feelings away, how much you crave to feel ran again, see his violet crystals beam down at you—his warm hands roaming over your body. you hate to admit he’s something you’re starting to crave but you’ll project it in a dream for now as your back hits the sheets.

maybe in the land of dreams you’ll think of all the different scenarios involving him, pinpointing the perfect one but as you drift harder into slumber—ran making you cum was always the one that burned brighter in your mind.

it almost feels realistic how hard your heart is pounding from your chest, rattling your ribs and practically jumping from your body and crushing bones within the breakthrough.

shifting in your sleep, the vibrations continue in your dream, drifting your body into the real world until you realize this is reality and someone—is blasting fucking music above you.

your eyes screw open and ran is the first thing smearing in your mind and you’re disgusted—exhausted beyond reason and it pushes you over the edge.

animosity moves your feet to his door, venom coursing through your veins as you bang on the door, the acids of anger coating your tongue as soon as ran opens the door, “what the fuck asshole?” you spit, walking closer as ran wickedly smiles down on you.

“i’m trying to sleep and you keep playing that shitty music” you continue, inches away from ran’s chest, “do you have any fucking respect? or care?” ran’s grin only spreads further while you lash out at him.

“are you going to say anything or just stand there with that stupid smirk on your face?” you let the final words out, left breathless while ran raises a hand to brush some hair behind your ear, “you’re so fucking cute.”

ran’s face is so close, hot breath fanning over your lips and you watch as his tongue comes out to swipe over his bottom lip—glossy and wet while you grip his shirt and crash your mouth on his, without another word you’re shoving your tongue down ran’s throat while your bodies knock back into his apartment and find homage on his bed.

ran crawls over your body cupping your face and melting his lips back on yours, he presses his knee harder on your clothed cunt as your hands tug his shirt off and tracing over his toned stomach.

“touch me more pretty” ran coos, sliding a hand from your face to unbuckle his pants, and shuffling them and boxers off, and you can feel the heat from his cock knocking against your stomach. ran pulls at your shirt, pulling it off and jerking off your bottoms, “fuck, pretty tits” ran dips his head down to press a kiss at the valley of your chest till he lays his tongue flat and runs a trail down to your heat.

“pretty pussy too” ran whispers, blowing air on your cunt while he spreads your legs open, digging his nails into your inner thighs as ran begins lapping through your folds, chin glistening from your slick while his tongue swirls around your clit.

your hands card through his hair, gripping the strands and bringing his head closer to your clenching hole, ran flicks his orbs to your face, “you taste so good angel, wanna see you cum on my tongue” he crinkles his eyes when your thighs snap against his head in response.

ran’s deep groan vibrates through your pussy as he feels your juices coating his tongue, taking the initiative to sink two fingers into your messy hole, curling against the gummy walls while ran keeps his warm tongue pressed on your clit.

the dreams you had were realistic enough but this—was so surreal and you don’t—ever want it to end. and maybe that annoyed hatred you have for him builds your desire to feel more of him, to have all of his attention on you.

“ran i think im gonna cum—fuck” your sugar glazed words flutter through your lips and ran shoots his eyes back at you, watching your head throw back on the mattress while you gush around his fingers and he’s thought you’ve never looked so beautiful.

“i need to be inside you now” ran moans, ascending from your legs and gripping your face with one hand as he fist his cock and sinks into your hole, a long whine seethes through his teeth, “i knew you were gonna be tight but fuck” ran rolls his hips slamming his entire length inside you and stars impact your vision.

it’s not the width that’s stretching you tantalizing but the length, cock curving and reaching the deepest parts of you and the slow but deep thrusts ran is ramming into your hole is mesmerizing.

and those pretty puffs of soft gasps escaping ran’s lips when you subconsciously clench around his length is so addicting, ran is completely washed from his sneering demeanor and falling apart above you as his arms start to buckle.

he puts his lips back on yours, trembling in your mouth while ran throws a leg over his shoulder, groaning when he’s fucking you deeper and deeper in his bed, and you can feel the waves of white crashing against your body, ran collects a shiver down his spin at your slick dripping down his balls and swallowing his cock whole.

“you feel so fucking good cumming on my cock” ran takes a hand and grips your chin, “where you want it? i’m close” he drags his eyes over your blown out opals, pupils enlarging at the pleasure, “i-in me, cum in me” ran’s grin reappears, “yeah? that right? cum in this fuckin’ hole? make it all mine?”

“yes please give it to me” your voice sounds so strange, hips bucking to his sloppy thrusts and ran lands his hands sharply on your hips and pumping one more time till he’s spilling his seed in your hole, sealing it all with a kiss pressed to your forehead.

ran considers staying inside you for just a little more, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest, “gonna run away now that i’ve fucked you?” he whispers, smiling when you mumble in his skin, “no.”

“do you know that i’ve been blasting music every night to get your attention?” ran smile deepens when you whip your head up to meet his eyes, “you asshole, why?” and ran cheeks tint pink.

“because it was the best way i could hit on you plus you’re really fucking cute when you’re mad” he squeezes you harder as you try to wiggle from his grasps. “but it worked didn’t it?” he adds, watching your eyes squint at him, “yeah but you could have just asked me out” you roll your eyes but can’t help but smile at his cringy sweet antics and though you really can’t fucking stand ran, it was hopelessly romantic.

you’re peacefully sitting in your bed, flipping through a book when you catch a glimpse of a beat wagering through the air—it starts out slow, luling even children to sleep till it reaches higher octaves until the music starts pounding the walls.

normally you’d be throwing another ill-ridden tantrum, but now—it makes you smile, listening to the rhythm hit higher and higher until it settles your bones—shifting your body to seek the noise, and the person playing it just for you.

you walk towards the door but not until you collect a jacket and drape it over your shoulders, cheeks growing warmer when that leather fucking jackets fits you so perfectly.

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harmless (vii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, existential crisis, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, lil bit of angst, clint barton being a lil shit

Word count: 3.4k

A/N: hey shoutout to @ugherik for suggesting a spin on the “A PLATYPUS!??!“ [perry puts his hat on] “PERRY THE PLATYPUS!???” thing. i used it in here, it’s a really small part and probably missable but i tried!! also i like the next chapter better than this one, i just wanted to put this here so it doesn’t seem abrupt <3333

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Bucky can’t stop staring at the mirror.

He wishes it was for narcissistic purposes. He had enough reason for it to be. His age may be a hundred but he had the youthful exuberance of a very drained sixty year old.

But no, it wasn’t because of the steel cut jawline or thousand gigawatt smile.

After last week’s mini-spiral, he does what almost half the videos on TikTok warn him not to do.  

He got a haircut.

Everyone’s reaction stopped him from following it up with an ear piercing, but he can’t confidently say he didn’t at least consider it once. Maybe a neck tattoo. 

He pulls at a lock of hair. It’s not even longer than his finger.

What did he do-

“It’s just a haircut, man,” he says to no one in particular, almost like he’s trying to reassure himself.

He runs his hands through his hair. It takes lesser time than he was used to.

Steve had told him he looked good. But then again, Steve wore a fugly costume 90% of the time, what did he know?

Clint acknowledged it and didn’t outright call him ugly, which he supposed was a compliment. Wanda simply smiled at him.

“FRIDAY?” he reaches out.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” comes the automated reply.

“How are you?” It took him some getting used to her, given that she was constantly listening to everything, and in general seemed to go against the universal idea of privacy. 

But his therapist told him he needed to form friendships. 

She didn’t mention it had to be human ones.

“As good as ever. Is there anything I can help you with?”

He wants to ask her what she thinks of his hair until he realises fashion advice from a faceless AI is a new low for him. Maybe ‘Do you think I should crawl into a pit and die?’ would be more appropriate. 

“Never mind,” he dismisses instead. “Any messages for today?”

“A reminder to buy a harder bed because you can’t keep sleeping on the floor.” Ah, that was on Sam’s recommendation three months ago, but he wasn’t going to stop any time soon. “And a text from a contact named Nuisance saying to meet them at the attached location in thirty minutes.”

“Where is the location?”

“The local sports centre.”

“Isn’t that closed today?” 

If he had to go out in public looking like this, maybe he could wear a cap and sunglasses and no one would recognise him. Unfortunately, as he was reminded several times before by anyone with an iota of common sense, it was a stupid disguise. 

Beanie it was, then. Bare minimum. 

“It is, yes.” Fewer citizens to worry about.

“Okay.” He hesitates in front of the mirror again, adjusting the hat on his head. “Thank you, FRIDAY.”

“You’re welcome, Sergeant.”

He stares at the little tuft of hair at the front that refused to stay down no matter how much he shoved it back.

“Come on, man,” he exhales in slight despair. “Whatever.”

____

The lock of the door leading to the pool is easy enough to pick. He can see how you got in without a hitch even though it was closed. 

The deck around the pool was absolutely drenched in water. No one was using it, there was no reason for water to splash out unless it was deliberately kept like this.

He catches sight of you easily, being that you’re the only two people there. You were standing at the end of the hall, head ducked as you scrolled through your phone.

The door closes behind him with a soft thud.

You don’t look up from your mobile when you start talking, “What do you think 6 year olds like?”

Because James Barnes, carbon dated to 1917 and therefore certified young person, would definitely know the answer to this question.

“I don’t know. Lego?”

“Just how much money do you think a teacher makes-”

You stopped mid-sentence, finally lifting your head to catch his eye. He stares back at you, steps faltering when you don’t move.

"Who are you?" you squinted.

What

"It's me," Bucky says, tugging off the dumb beanie and using it to gesture vaguely towards himself. Fuck, he shouldn’t have worn it, it was ridiculous anyway-

"You sound like him..." You narrow your eyes. “You don't look like him.”

Great

He rolls his eyes before putting on a mock scowl. Can't have Bucky Barnes without a sense of eternal disgruntlement.

"Oh hey, that is you." You grin. "You got a haircut."

“I did.” He suddenly feels the awkwardness increase. His fingers fidget with the beanie.

“Nice.” You nod in acknowledgement.

He wants to hit himself at the words that just spill out before he could think about it. “You hate it.”

“I never said that,” you snort. “And since when does my opinion matter?”

“It doesn’t.” But now he wants to know what you think since he didn’t trust anyone else to tell him honestly.

“Must cut down on time in the shower, huh?”

It did.

He shrugs. He shoves the beanie into his back pocket.

“Was it a crisis haircut?” How did you kno- “Are you going to get bangs next time?”

“Shut up,” he says lamely, a dull burn in his cheeks. 

“I know a place where you can get hair dye for cheap. Not technically FDA approved, but I think purple streaks are a good place to start-”

“What are we doing here?” he interrupts, sighing.

“Skinny dipping. Take off your shirt, Barnes.” 

“Funny,” he says dryly, eyeing your shoes when you straighten up.

Ice skates.

“Fine, pants then.” You don’t make any effort to move from your end so he does, walking closer to you. 

“What are those for?” He doesn’t hide the annoyance from his voice when he points at your feet.

“Oh, these?” You look down at them. “Yeah, I’m going to freeze the pool.”

That seems... mild compared to the shit show you wanted to do last time.

“For?” He halts where he is. 

“’M gonna take my friends ice skating.”

“Is that all?” He wants to make a comment about the fact that you have friends but bites it back.

“Today is just a trial run. Tomorrow I’m gonna go freeze the East River.” There it is.

“The East River is not your personal ice skating rink.”

“Not yet it isn’t.” You lift up a middle finger.

It was too early for you to flip him off, even by your standards.

He raises an eyebrow.

Your face scrunches in confusion. You follow his gaze to your finger. “Oh yeah, no, that’s a freeze ring.”

Only then he notices a ring around the finger. From where he was standing he could make out the blue stone that adorned it.

“Joy.” He rolls up the sleeves of his black bomber jacket. “Let’s get this done with, then.”

“No no, wait.” You hold up your hand and he complies, having nothing to lose anyway. You pull out your phone and press a few buttons before shoving it back into your bag and tossing it aside.

The soft sounds of a piano start playing from a boombox near the corner of the room. A child starts singing following a series of knocks.

His eyebrows furrow. “What the fuck is this?”

“The Frozen soundtrack.” You beam at him. “I thought it was fitting.”

He doesn’t know what that is and at this point, he’s too afraid to ask. He can vaguely make out the lyrics being about a snowman but he isn’t too concerned.

He takes one step forward. You immediately point your fist at the ground in front of him, forcing him to jump back when a blast hits right in front of his shoes. Suddenly he gets why the floor is covered in water.

It sounds like a series of cracks as the water starts freezing over, a layer of ice now separating him and you.  

"You ready?” The mischief was woven in your voice as the blasts continued throughout the deck, effectively turning the entire floor into ice.

Bucky takes a step tentatively forward. Not bad. He takes another. Okay.

The third one is when shit starts to hit the fan. His hands shoot out to hold onto his balance when his footing slips from beneath him.

His Nike sneakers aren’t used to snow. They’re used to well manicured lawns and pavement trips to Starbucks and marble floors of the compound. Not swimming pool decks covered in ice.

He can hear you singing in the distance and every time he looks up you’re a little further away, making sure every inch of space is frozen.

It takes him a while to get over the initial fear of breaking his skull and just move forward swiftly with short steps. A goddamn penguin is what he looked like.

“There you go, you’re getting it,” you chirp as you whiz past him. He reaches out to grab at you, only to miss by an inch. He staggers, arms flapping wildly to regain his stability.

He hears crackling beside him. He gets a second or two to watch ice crystals spread through the water before turning it completely solid. You step onto the now frozen pool, testing your weight with one leg before cautiously getting on.

A triumphant smile emerges on your face. “Awesome.”

He manages to press himself against the wall as a form of support. 

There is no point to this whole thing. He knows this. It’s been well over 6 weeks and there is genuinely no point to this.

He realises it again when he moves from side to side, body erupting into a waddle. 

Why is he doing this. He doesn’t get paid extra. He doesn’t get any kind of compensation. All he gets is more wisecracking geniuses, embarrassment and the mortifying ordeal of getting caught imitating a penguin.

The song changes to a woman singing about doing something for the first time, forcing him to pay attention to it. He hears something about ball room and balls and tunes right back out.

Bucky manages to find his way to the actual pool since that’s where you’re twirling around, opting to land on his mental arm in case things go wrong. He takes a sliding step forward, followed by another. Maybe he can do this. 

“If a 200 pound super soldier can stand on this, I suppose it’s strong enough,” you muse, watching him slip and slide as he tries to invent makeshift ice skating.

Unfortunately, his method doesn’t have any brakes, so while he’s too busy trying to move forward, there’s no way to actually stop. He finds this out very soon when he almost launches himself off the edge of the pool.

Something yanks him backwards and back onto the ice.  

“Honestly, this is utterly useless since you can’t really do anything but it’s the most fun I’ve had all week,” you admit when he goes sliding towards the middle, arms flailing.

“You had to pick fuckin’ ice of all things.” He thinks that maybe he’s getting a hang of this. He can definitely move faster than what he was doing like, 10 minutes ago. It’s not like you were going anywhere, anyway. 

“I like to keep things spicy.”

He stays where he is to glare at you. You mouth the words to the song, watching his every move whenever it interested you. 

Okay, change of plan; a temporary distraction till he figures out how to actually get the ring from you. He settles on skating towards the edge of the rink slowly, taking a step off, slipping almost immediately when his foot comes in contact with the deck. 

“Where are you going?” you yell over the music initially but immediately break into song when it ends in a crescendo.

He takes a knee, lifting his metal arm up before driving it into the ground. It shatters magnificently, leaving small shards of ice at his disposal. 

He picks up one of them, waiting for you to complete your dumb twirl. He takes aim, and-

“Ouch, what the fuck?” You stop your off key singing to rub your shoulder where the ice hit you.

He wordlessly picks up another piece to throw at you, hitting you squarely in the leg.

“Stop that!”

He may not be able to move as fast but he can definitely throw. 

“Give me the ring,” he commands, stretching his arm behind his back before releasing another piece to hit your forearm. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” There’s nowhere you can skate to avoid his stupidly good marksmanship. 

“You gotta do what you gotta do.” He shrugs, breaking another patch of ice to replenish his ammo. “Hand over the ring.”

“Over my dead body,” you shriek when a particularly big piece lands next to your feet. You knew he missed that shot on purpose.

“I feel like I’m finally acting my age,” he says casually, finding your darting about in order to avoid him more fun than he initially thought. “Can’t throw pebbles at meddling kids so this is the next best option. Thanks.” 

“If you acted your age you’d be in a casket, Barnes,” you hissed, finding that skating in zig zags helped your cause, but not by much. “I’d be- you bitch- I’d be more than happy to help you get there.”

You raise your arm, ready to send another blast to freeze the water that was starting to melt around him, hopefully, keep him where he was if it froze around him. 

He flinches. You notice immediately, hand dropping slightly when you realise what it looked like.

“I’m not gonna freeze you,” you say, softer than you intended. From what you knew, he had enough and more experience with that and you weren’t going to contribute to it. 

He swallows thickly, giving himself a little shake of his head as if to jolt him out of his train of thought. 

Another piece of ice hits you in the leg. You let out a string of curses at him.

“The more ice you make, the more I have to throw at you, Y/N.” He waits for you to regain your balance when you nearly take a stumble. 

“Shut up, you’re so immature.”

“Remind me whose plan this was again?” No point waiting for you to regain your balance when you fall over only a few seconds later. 

He gathers a few shards in his beanie, tucking it into his belt like a little makeshift rucksack just in case before venturing out on the main rink again. 

It’s more difficult for you to stand without railings to guide you, giving him enough and more time to make his way towards you, staggering and skidding. 

Both of you looked ridiculous. 

“Stay away, fiend.” 

“Ring first.” He holds his hand out in front of you. He even considered pulling you up if you just made things easier.

Next thing he knows he’s on his ass on the ice beside you. 

“I hate you,” he groans, watching as you inch away from him on your knees.

He doesn’t really have any other options so he shoves aside the humiliation and gets on his knees, using his arms to drag him along the ice.

“For the love of Christ, none of us are winning here. Just give me the ring.”

The bitch from the soundtrack sings about letting it go but he won’t. 

“Never,” you shout, sliding away from him as fast as possible. 

You make use of the fact that the top layer of ice is starting to melt, using the ring to freeze it again. His knees and fingers get stuck as the water freezes over but he has super strength. It barely takes him a second to free himself. 

“Great,” he huffs, just settling down on the ice, ignoring the sting of cold that was spreading through his limbs. Running after you wasn’t going to work; he needed a way to get the ring. 

“You won last time, I’m not letting you win again.”

“Are we seriously keeping score?” He watches as you scramble towards the edge.

“No one likes a loser, Bucky.” You use the pool stair railings to pull yourself up.

“Explain why you have friends then.” He can’t help himself this time. 

“Hardy har har.” You roll your eyes. 

He doesn’t make an effort to move. Instead, when you take a step back into the rink, he raises his arm and pummels it into the ice, just to annoy you. 

The ground damn near shakes, pushing you dangerously towards losing your balance again. 

“Are you crazy?” Your arm shoots out in front of you to keep you from falling headfirst. 

“No.” He does it again. This time there’s a crack in the ice. “I’m just very tired.”

“If the ice breaks we’re both gonna be underwater, you moron!”

“Fine by me.” He shrugs. “Freeze it again. I’ll just find different ways to ruin it for you.”

You glare at him. He raises his arm above his head again.

“Fine! Fine, stop.” You eye him as he lowers his arm. 

He reaches for his stash of ice pieces from earlier, throwing one at your shoulder again.

“Boy, I swear if you don’t stop doing that-” you duck when another one comes at you. You had no idea he could be this annoying. 

It suddenly hits him, like a lightbulb going off in his brain. He wipes his hands off on his jacket, getting on all fours before slowly managing to pick himself up again. 

He looks at you, tilting his head slightly like he was studying you.

“What?” you ask suspiciously, eyeing as he starts inching closer towards you. “What are you thinking?”

It’s like watching a newborn deer stumble its way through the world, albeit more gracefully, until he starts picking up speed. The motherfucker was going to mow you down.

The skates are useful but not so much when an extremely determined bumbling oaf is barrelling towards you, his speed beginning to match yours even without equipment. 

You don’t know why you’re running, you don’t know why he’s chasing after you but when you see the end of the pool you take a sharp left only to have him knock right into you, sending you both sprawling.

You land half on top of him, breaking your fall but it doesn’t stop the very loud groan that escapes your mouth. He’s already in the process of sitting up straight, giving you less time to analyse what just happened.

“What the fuck was that for?” you speak through gritted teeth. “Fuckin’ acting like the both of us have free healthcare.”

“You refused to give up.”

“So your plan was to tackle me like a quarterback?” You threw your hands up.  

“One part of it.” He drags himself to the edge, away from you. 

“There's more to your monkey brained plan?” He doesn’t look at you. The ice around the pool has more or less melted, letting him gain proper footing on the floor before he stands up. 

“Oh, yeah.” He turns to you. “The other’s a trick I stole from Stark.”

Bucky holds up the ring. Your jaw slightly drops, eyes searching your finger for the now missing piece of tech. 

“Suppose that’s two points for me?” 

You’re impressed. You also want to stab him. So you do the next best thing.

“When I imagined you holding a ring in front of me, the circumstances were very different,” you comment.

“Bye, Y/N.” He spins on his heel, not even giving you a second’s worth of reaction. You found it amusing.

He heads towards the door, clothes all wet. He empties out melted ice water from his beanie before stuffing it into his pocket. Just when he’s about to leave, you remember something. 

Do you mean it genuinely or just because it has an effect on him? 

“Just for the record, Barnes, about your hair-” you call out, earning his attention from over his shoulder. “I think you look really good either way.”

The world may never know. 

You swear you can see the corners of his lips quirk upwards before he turns around again. 

He slips on a block of ice, cursing and clenching on to the door to keep him upright, quickly yanking it open and leaving before he has a chance to embarrass himself further.

Smooth.

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