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in-death-we-fall · 10 months

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Wham, Glam, Thank You Mam…

Kerrang 910, June 29 2002

The unmasked Joey Jordison’s Murderdolls are not Slipknot Mark II. Can you imagine the Clown wearing make-up and stack-heels?...

Oh Kerrang, we absolutely can... but that's not the point here

Words: Joshua Sindell Photos: P R Brown, Lisa Johnson

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In a dimly lit room at the Sunset Marquis hotel, five heavily mascara’d men in black leather, each with immaculately back-combed hair, pose and purse their lips for a photographer’s lens. Only a single white curtain against the window protects their pale skin from the outside sun’s piercing rays. Last night’s expedition to famed strip club Crazy Girls has left some of them feeling bleary and achy, but, as the band Junkyard once sang so sagely, ‘That’s life in Hollywood’. Yes, this is LA, the home of all things tawdry and torrid, where giants in spandex so famously used to stride down the Strip. But this is not 1986. These events are happening in June of 2002. And one of these pouting prima donnas happens to be a member of Slipknot.

Murderdolls are the new baby of Joey Jordison – Slipknot’s diminutive drummer – but in stark contrast to his unrelentingly intense day job, their music is a trashy pastiche of glam-rock, New York punk circa 1977, schlock-horror, and heavy metal. Jordison has swapped his mask for make-up and his sticks for a guitar, and has created a band that embody practically everything you don’t ever hear on the radio these days. Alongside him are Static-X guitarist Tripp Eisen, singer Wednesday 13 who previously fronted the Frankenstein Drag Queens From Planet 13 and two friends of Tripp from LA – bassist Erik Griffin and appropriately-named drummer Ben Graves.

Just one listen to the Murderdolls’ debut album will be enough to have a legion of Slipknot fans chomping on their home-made boiler suits in confusion. Cheesy songs about grave robbing? Tributes to ‘The Exorcist’’s possessed devil-doll Linda Blair? Zombies? Mad scientists? Ghouls? What the hell is going on?

Jordison, barely five-foot-five even in his new stack heels, allows himself a sly smile.

“This is so far removed from Slipknot that it’s actually the best thing about it,” he says. “When we play, it’s just so fucking funny. We’re very serious about not being serious.”

To change gears from the testosterone-filled, uncontrolled anger of ‘Iowa’ to the sexually charged grind of Murderdolls is certainly something of a role-reversal. Butt Tripp Eisen, who, like Jordison, is also on shore leave from his day job, finds the turn-around almost hilarious.

“It’s kind of like being bisexual,” he jokes. “You’re doing a guy for now, but you’re not giving up on the ‘girl’ thing.”

The seeds of this project were sown years ago, in the mind and garage of Joey Jordison, under the name The Rejects. This was long before Slipknot and nu-metal’s all-conquering domination of the rock scene. The Rejects would eventually morph into Murderdolls, and to Joey, this is no mere side-project.

“I just feel that there’s no point in doing anything that’s even remotely similar to Slipknot,” he reasons, seated at a small table inside the cool, dark hotel room. “For me, it’s a chance to play guitar, which I played long before I played drums.”

Murderdolls began to become more than just a figment of Joey’s imagination three years ago when Slipknot toured with New Yorkers Dope, who had Eisen in their line-up at the time. The two bonded over a mutual love of such bands as Manowar, The Ramones and The Plasmatics.

“I had spent my whole life being kind of a glam guy, but also digging the heavy, heavy music,” says Tripp, a soft-spoken man with dreadlocks that sprout from his head like drooping asparagus. “It’s rare to find someone who can relate to both, and that’s what drew me to Joey. He’s into Slayer and Twisted Sister with equal intensity, and there’s not many people like that.”

To Tripp, there’s not all that much difference between the two. Both metal and glam are escapist and theatrical in nature, and he points out that Mötley Crüe and Slayer both used pentagrams on their albums.

Together, during the off time from their respective bands, Joey and Tripp dug up some of Joey’s old Rejects songs and dusted them off. They discovered a voice in North Carolina native Wednesday 13, and he brought several of his own songs with him. Then, after the album was finished, the band’s line-up was completed by Griffin and Graves.

The record itself is an absolute blast. Roaring guitars, skull-rattling drums and sneering, screaming vocals, all set to fast-paced tunes of terror and turmoil. Imagine the Ramones, the Misfits and the Dead Boys wearing long-haired wigs and goofing on love, lust and comic books. Add to the mix a soupçon of Marilyn Manson, plus a few screaming metal electric guitar leads, and stir. What pours out ain’t pretty, but it will certainly raise some eyebrows.

Joey couldn’t be more excited at the prospect of his Slipknot fans lending Murderdolls an ear.

“Not to take anything away from Slipknot, because I love that band and I’m still very much in it. But playing the guitar is not the same as playing the drums. Wearing make-up and trashy clothes is not the same as wearing coveralls and a mask.”

But what is to become of that famed Slipknot ‘mystique’? Won’t it forever be ruined by the fact that Joey is the first of them to go mask-less? Joey downplays the importance of his decision, saying that the internet has basically removed whatever secrecy Slipknot had tried to maintain anyway.

“We meet and talk to the kids without our masks every day,” he points out. He also says that Slipknot’s singer Corey Taylor and guitarist Jim Root will soon be performing sans masks in their own side-project, Stone Sour.

“I’ve said this a million times before, but wearing the masks is what the music ‘made’ us do,” says Joey. “It was not to just hide our faces. After knowing what Kiss looked like without their make-up for so many years, when I went to see them on their reunion tour, I didn’t give a fuck if I knew what they looked like under their make-up. When I saw them in make-up, I said, ‘That’s fuckin’ Kiss’.”

Scheduling the Murderdolls sessions and upcoming tour was never an issue with Slipknot either. All of the nine members decided that their loving maggots could allow them a few months’ rest, and many of them are pursuing solo projects.

“It was a mutual decision,” says Joey, “It wasn’t like we all needed the time away from one another. I told them that I felt that this stuff was worthy of being put out on a record. I think that it’s worthy for people to see it live as well. I’ve been spinning upside-down on a drum riser for the past 10 months, and now I’m going to go jam with this other band for a while, and they were totally cool with that. They knew from the start, even before the first Slipknot record, that I was going to do this, so it was no surprise to them.”

As for the other members, this much is known. Tripp Eisen says he’s still very much a part of Static-X, who are just about ready to wrap up their touring scenario for 2002 and will immediately begin writing their third album. Singer Wednesday 13, recruited to replace Rejects singer Dizzy, is an aficionado of ‘80s glam acts like Pretty Boy Gloyd and Tuff, and claims, quite horrifically, to have the soundtrack albums to every one of Sylvester Stalone’s movies – including ‘Over The Top’ and ‘Rhinestone’. Wednesday, who speaks in a warm southern drawl, plays a big role in the band’s theme and sound. He explains the song ‘Dawn Of The Dead’.

“I’ve always loved that movie,” he says, “and I thought, ‘How great would it be to have a Quiet Riot, ‘Cum On Feel Tha Noize’-type chorus for a song like that?’.” The singer described the sound of Murderdolls as a “Frankenstein monster we stitched together.”

The two newest members are Ben and Erik, friends of Tripp’s from LA. They do not play on the record, and both were struggling musicians who felt left out by the onslaught of post-grunge blandness and down-tuned rap-rock. Secretly, they wished they’d get hired to play just this kind of balls-out rock that just didn’t seem to exist outside of their old CD collections. They were working in shops on trendy Melrose Avenue when Tripp gave them a call.

“Once we all agreed that Nikki Sixx was God, we knew they were the right guys,” observes Wednesday.

Joey is loath to describe the band’s sound as metal or punk, though clearly it has elements of both, as well as some of the more frenzied moments of Marilyn Manson’s catalogue. In particular, ‘Dead In Hollywood’ truly sounds as if the God Of Fuck was somewhere in the mix, lending a helping shout. As it turns out, Joey asked the man himself to contribute, but not on any of the songs that have turned up on the record.

“Marilyn’s a friend of mine and we’ve always helped each other out,” says Joey. “I played some guitar for him and hooked him up with a remix, which he just recently used on the ‘Resident Evil’ soundtrack. He said that he’s going to sing on one of our songs now.” Unfortunately, what with his own deadline looming shortly, Manson’s tracks – either ‘People Hate Me’ or ‘Nineteen Seventy 666’ – may have to wait until after the release of the new Manson disc.

If all this sleaze and disorderly conduct sounds a little backward thinking, it is no accident. Even Trip agrees that the ‘Dolls pay tribute to a bygone time.

“I feel that kids today don’t know about what we grew up on, and I think that we’re trying to bring the whole package to them. The Union Underground and Sinisstar are similar in the respect that they’re bringing trashy rock back, but we just feel like we can do it better.”

Wednesday speaks with an endearing confidence that borders on pride.

“Nobody’s done it to the extent that we will,” he brags. “There were bands like Buckcherry and Beautiful Creatures who were doing the whole Guns N’Roses rock thing, but nobody’s done it at the level that we’re going to.”

Without too much Slipknot business to attend to, aside from the upcoming Reading and Leeds appearances this summer, Joey is clearly basking in his new-found freedom. Returning from the bathroom after applying his make-up, he jokes that posing for photos in Slipknot is so much easier than this current Murderdolls shoot. “You just throw on a mask and make hand gestures!”

Joey says that he’s looking forward to sharing his band with the world, and playing guitar live.

“I think that we’re original, but we’re not trying to reinvent the wheel,” he muses. “I think that in Slipknot, we broke down a lot of doors. I’m very proud of that, and I’m very fulfilled there. This is just another way to keep the glass full.”

Murderdolls release their debut album, ‘Beneath (sic) The Valley Of The Murderdolls’, on August 19 via Roadrunner.

Doll Parts

Joey Jordison’s guide to his new bandmates…

Ben Graves Joey: “Again, Tripp found him. Does he look like Twiggy Ramirez? Absolutely no comment.”

Wednesday 13 Joey: “He and I wrote all the music and the lyrics together. It’s fun when we’re singing about grave robbing. It’s much more tongue-in-cheek than anything Slipknot’s ever done.”

Erik Griffin Joey: “Tripp brought him into the band. I saw a video that Tripp did of them jamming, and he looked right for the band.”

Tripp Eisen Joey: “When we met, we instantly knew that we had the same taste in music. I really love his leads on the album. Live he’s great, and he’s a great friend.”

#if you want anything else from this scanned lemme know #hey if you're new here and don't know why nobody talks about tripp (beyond being in the band very briefly)#his wikipedia immediately gets right straight to the point #murderdolls #joey jordison #wednesday 13 #ben graves #eric griffin #tripp eisen #interview #kerrang 910 jun 29 02 #that time eric decided to spell his name with a k i guess?#i had the power to scan the two page spread in one piece but 1. there was a white line and 2. i thought it was funny tripp was cut in half #DROOPING ASPARAGUS almost makes up for the diminutive incident #there's some old website features and a page of stickers in the drive folder! and i'm shutting the fuck up now

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benwvatt · 4 months

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10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags

okay! I am going to do this, I guess! tagged by the wonderful @nostradamus0 who never fails to yell about ducks when I want to yell about ducks.

tagging @gayrootvegetable, @ithinkhobiknows @kataangiscanon @coyotelemon @cursedheir @tiekawaititi @vibee2001 @acting-like-an-optimist @camilleleon22 and anyone else who feels like doing the challenge. Also, the character descriptions aren't necessary; I just felt like doing it.

Caspian from Pantheon. What a gay loser this kid is. He's got trauma, I'VE got trauma. I want my bedroom to be as purple as his.

Darcy Olsson from Heartstopper. A blonde weirdo who breaks the rules and makes new ones and definitely shouldn't have had vodka in Paris.

Callie Torres from Grey's Anatomy. A bisexual icon! A magical, magical person! YES I am still crying thinking about her yelling at the homophobic priest in that one episode. She really made me feel seen when I watched the show.

Bolin from The Legend of Korra. Such a himbo. Kind of knew but didn't really know his brother was in prison. Deserved better emotional storytelling. Sweet nerd. Would probably cry if you gave him a snack from your lunchbox.

Lena Luthor from Supergirl. SHE'S REALLY GAY AND SHE WEARS A LOT OF SWEATERS. SHE SHOULD WEAR EVEN MORE.

Uncle Ryan from Primo. He's so weird and he's so proud of himself for his community college training program. The man held himself a graduation ceremony that included him, balloons, and a printer printing out his certificate. PEAK COMEDY. Mike Schur, you mad genius.

Tahani al-Jamil from The Good Place. An absolute lesbian.

Ann Perkins from Parks and Rec. Also a lesbian. I NEED TO WRITE THIS FIC SOMEDAY. "Are you asking me how to flirt with men?" and "someone pointed out to me recently that, when I date a guy, I kind of adopt his entire personality as my own" and the banquet episode where everyone thinks she's Leslie's date and "tragically, we are both heterosexual" -- COME ON. THE WOMAN IS GAY.

Chris Beck from The Martian. He is a geek that other geeks bow down to. Scientist doctor man, I am in love with you.

Eda from The Owl House: look, I just think she's neat and I want her to be my mom. Also, obligatory shoutout to Lilith, an ace icon.

#benwvatt #tag game

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leonardosfm · 1 year

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FULL NAME: lorena rhiannon hamato-seara. NICKNAMES: lore, rena, lou DOB: june 4. AGE: twenty-one. OCCUPATION: princess / ex-ninja ZODIAC: gemini. ORIENTATION: bisexual. GENDER: female. PRONOUNS: she/her. PARENTS: leo hamato & eric seara. FC: isabela merced.

- when donnie couldn’t imagine a world without his brothers he decided to take matters into his own hands and clone them so that his brothers could live on forever. the only thing is that somewhere in his mad scientist doings donnie created daughters rather than sons and thus lorena was born. her parents were not expecting her. with two kids they thought they were done until donnie said sike here’s one more. the youngest of the hamato girls, lorena is, well, exactly her father’s daughter. the only thing is that unlike her father and uncles, lorena isn’t deeply traumatized.

- little lorena is all gas no breaks. she jumps into situations head first and always expects to land on her feet. she was born with absolute confidence. she’s always loved being a princess. while she didn’t have to deal with all the royal responsibilities that her siblings did she truly enjoyed dressing up for balls. out of the three of them she was the one that stayed out of the papers. she grew up close to both of her fathers but was always a little closer to eric. she’d always beg her dad to take her out on his ships. her red slider dna thrived in water. it was also probably because eric didn’t have the same expectations for her that leo did. given she was to take his role in the hamato clan, lorena was trained hard from a young age. leo wanted the girls to be prepared in every sense of the word and also spare them from the trauma they went through. more importantly, he wanted his daughter to not go through what he did so he was stricter with her when it came to training. the thing was, lorena might have been leo’s clone and yes they shared traits but she wasn’t her father. sometimes she felt he forgot that and she had to remind him constantly.

- because her father was leader, lorena assumed that the role would be given to her as well. it was only natural right ? she was blue he was blue, the dots were connecting. however, her immaturity is what cost her the title of leader. she felt the title was owed to her in a sense so when it wasn’t given it felt like the rug had been taken out from under her when the title was given to rey instead of her. lorena asked her dad why and all he told her is that she wasn’t ready. which sounded like a bunch of bullshit to her but okay ! so in an act of defiance she quit ninja training and decided to put her energy elsewhere. quitting training meant losing her powers as well since they’re tied to the family. she hasn’t dealt with the consequences of her choice. yet.

- currently lorena is just being a problem and she knows it. she’s at odds with her dad and it’s everyone’s problem because the hamatos are just very intertwined with each other. she’s been hiding out at uncle donnie’s place until her dad calms down but uh, she’s never seen him this mad so lowkey she’s shitting bricks !

- personality wise – she’s very much her father’s daughter. very full of herself and dramatic. the only thing is lorena doesn’t hide behind jokes to compensate for anything. she’s not much of a jokerster to begin with but boy does she have those showboating tendences. adventurous, curious and chaotic she often gets herself into trouble for going into places she’s not supposed to be. she’s spoiled, no question about it. likes the finer things in life and isn’t ashamed about it !! absolutely stubborn. and while she can come off as a lot at first glance, lorena is very sweet. she has a big heart with a lot of love to give. she also got her father’s devotion. she’d do absolutely anything for her loved ones. except die !

INSPIRATION: kate bishop ( hawkeye ) , melody ( the little mermaid 2 ) bloom ( winx ) , anti-hero ( taylor swift ) , princess jasmine ( aladdin )

CONNECTIONS: can be found here. THIS COULD BE YOU ! hit me up for connections.

#waltnextgen

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spider-shoes · 1 year

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Hii spider. I want to inflict my little guys and their relationship drama upon you. i will preface by saying it IS amatonormative because I have shipping brain and I do what I want. But.

So there are three besties named Richardine, Kieran, and Kyle. Kyle is not a wizard, but Ri and Kieran know eachother from magic school, and Kieran simply makes them all hang out bc he loves them both. Kyle is a hashtag troubled teen (some messed up things have happened to him :() and Ri is a sweetheart w a life goal of bringing together wizard potions and human medicine and maybe sells drugs out of her dorm room but what is she supposed to do??? Let people suffer????. Kyle is also the perfect test subject because he has very little survival instinct and she wants to study him like a bug.

Thru Hijinks Kieran + Kyle (Ri is too soft) summon a demon and Kieran immediately thinks that he can fix him because the demon is a sad little guy so he becomes the fourth of the group. As it turns out both him and Kyle have had the same bad things happen to them in the form of one (1) emotionally manipulative exboyfriend demon that killed sadboy bf, and also was trying to influence Kyle into become a murderer. But because Kieran is a bit tunnel visioned on his new bestie /r he is kiiinda leaving his pals in the dark (they r teenagers. and foolish. ) and so they start hanging out independently a bit more than just patient/mad scientist. and they realize. aw heck. respecting eachother..... and then bisexuality .. //w// . .. perhaps

And then before anyone can properly heal from the literal demons they go try to overthrow the Canadian government w/ Kieran's cousin but that's neither here nor there. also Kieran sounds like a bad friend but he's just young, stupid, and gay. All four function As A Unit again when new relationship settles but unfortunately for him forcing his friends to hang out without him is irreparable. Yes he was the one being sappy first. Doesn't matter. These are his besties what did you do to them.

this is so amazing i love the drama. love that they tried to overthrow the canadian government btw as they should. i adore ri with all of my heart. thank you so much for sharing the silly little story vwoop teenagers are just like that huh

#spider answers #vwoop !!

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justanotherblonde23 · 3 years

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When Marcus Met the Doctor

Author’s Note: Hey there Internet friends! So my buddy @autumnleaves1991-blog had asked me for a follow up on my original Marcus Moreno story. She was wondering how Marcus met the future Dr. Moreno. It was in an ask, but I can’t find it to save my life. I’m posting this on my iPad because my laptop isn’t playing nicely today, so I apologize if the format seems a little odd. I’m still learning! I gave the reader a last name and a nickname so I didn’t have to use y/n but I didn’t give any descriptions about physical appearance, so I hope you’ll be able to see yourself here. Please let me know what you think, I hope you enjoy - Kat

Warnings: swearing, single parenthood

Tags: @autumnleaves1991-blog @madness-roses @bisexual-space-slut @dindjarindiaries @frannyzooey @zeldasayer @cinewhore @revolution-starter @mrschiltoncat @softpedropascal @paniclana @jollyrancher87 @hdlynnslibrary @maybege @corrupt-fvcker @cyaredindjarin @scribbledghost @woakiees

Marcus was at his wit’s end. He’d been a single dad for all of three weeks after his wife decided that she wasn’t invested in being a mother or having a spouse that occasionally saved the world. What was he supposed to do with a kid that just turned 7, a two-month-old baby who started showing signs of powers, and a full-time job as one of the Heroics? He’d been up all night with the baby, Jules, because every time she woke up, she’d inadvertently started throwing things around the room...with her mind.

He had been around children with powers before, sure, but he had never encountered a child this young having powers begin to develop. Hell, his oldest, Missy, hadn’t even had her powers show up yet. He knew that each child was different, but this was way out of his league. He knew how to handle children; he loved children, especially his children. A powerful infant was not in his job description. He needed outside assistance, and he needed it yesterday.

It was a blustery Saturday, so he bundled himself and the kids up, making his way to Heroics HQ. There had to be someone there that could help. Walking into HQ was like walking into a completely different world. Uniquely powered individuals in multicolored hero outfits, scientists in lab coats, executives in suits, and a myriad of others all spent their time hustling and bustling through the gigantic building. In the middle of all this was Marcus, a dad in jeans, a grey V-neck, converse, and a leather jacket holding a bundled up super powered baby in the crook of his arm, with his hand gripping the small hand of his inquisitive little girl. He sighed, making his way to the building’s science and medical wing, trying to find the proper hallway and office number.

Finally, he found it, office 22A, the person who hopefully had the answers he needed for baby Jules. He knocked; he felt awkward just rushing in even though technically had an appointment. He hadn’t expected the door to be opened by the most beautiful woman that he’d ever laid eyes on. She smiled kindly, gesturing for him to enter. He couldn’t help but take in her appearance as he guided himself and Missy into the office. She was dressed professionally, wearing a pencil skirt, blouse, and heels topped with a lab coat, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her eyes shone with both care and enthusiasm; a soft smile graced her lips. He watched as she grabbed Missy’s hand, setting her up with toys in a corner filled with all sorts of things children loved. She was so gentle with the little girl, giving all of her attention to the child. Once Missy was situated and happily playing quietly, the woman turned her attention back to Marcus and Jules. She said something to him, but Marcus just stood there, blinking, a mixture of exhaustion and admiration rendering him speechless.

“Mr. Moreno?” a gentle voice inquired, her hand on his bicep snapping him out of his reverie.

Marcus blinked, shaking his head, willing himself to be in the present. “I’m so sorry, I’m completely worn out. Between work, the baby, and Missy, I’m just barely pulling through on my own. You can call me Marcus, by the way, Mr. Moreno just seems so formal.”

The kind smile was back as she led him to a couch at the back of the office, where they both sat down and got comfortable.

“So, Marcus, I hear that you are here to see me about your little one here. My name is Dr. Johnson, but mostly everyone around here calls me Iris. Please tell me what’s going on with the baby, and I can see what I can do for you.” She sounded so confident in her ability to assist him, not even knowing what the problem was yet.

“Iris? Is that your name?” Marcus accidentally wondered aloud.

The responding light laugh that Dr. Johnson gave him sounded like a perfect melody. “No, that’s not my name, just a nickname. One of my secondary abilities is a bit of telekinesis. When I activate that or my other abilities, my eyes turn well the color of irises, and the name just stuck.”

He nodded, absorbing the information while rocking Jules in his arms. She was dozing at the moment since this would ideally be her naptime. He studied her face, looking for what, he wasn’t sure. He didn’t even know where to begin, how to ask for something he wasn’t sure there was a solution for. It hit him then how young she was. How was someone so young supposed to help him?

“I sense some hesitation in you. If you have questions or concerns, I’m happy to address them. I want to be able to help you, but to do that, you also need to trust me.”

Marcus shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. He didn’t want to be rude or demanding, but this was his baby they were talking about here. It was his job to keep Jules safe, it was just him now, and he couldn’t stand the idea of her in any type of danger simply because he couldn’t figure out what to do about her powers.

Iris put her hand on his, causing him to look back at her again.

“Yes, I’m quite young, I just turned 28 last month, but that doesn’t make me any less qualified to help you and your baby girl. My greatest ability is my mind. I have nine doctorates, working on more as we speak, which doesn’t include my medical degrees. I am a doctor of pediatric medicine, as well as a surgeon for both children and adults. I’ve worked on most of the heroically enhanced beings that work here, you included, although you were unconscious at the time. I invent most of the tech that you and your fellow Heroics use every day. Those katana blades of yours, those are my work. As a father, I know that you’re going to be hesitant to allow anyone to help your daughter, especially someone who is young, like me. I assure you, Marcus, that my young age is made up for by my vast set of experiences. I would argue that I’m the best suited for this job out of anyone. Please, let me help you so that you can take care of your children to the best of your ability. Give me a chance here; I promise you won’t regret it.”

He had been expecting her anger at his hesitance, not her understanding. He was sure that he was about to be yelled at for doubting her. Instead, she calmly explained exactly who she was and why she was his best bet. Fuck, she was brilliant and willing to help. He needed to give her a chance and let her see this through, no matter how nervous he was.

“Iris, I apologize; I shouldn’t doubt you or your abilities. I’m pretty new at this single dad thing, and I’m just trying to take care of them the best I can. I’ve been doing mostly consultant work from home, but that’s only a temporary solution. I just-,” his voice broke, tears filling his eyes.

A tear dripped down his face, but the doctor caught it with her thumb, smoothing it away. She had tears in her own eyes, threatening to overflow. She enveloped him in as firm of a hug as she could with baby Jules still in his arms, letting him lay his head on her shoulder and permitting him to feel. All his sorrow, worries, and fears flowed out of him through his tears. Fingers carded through his hair, a hand rubbed soothing circles on his back, her words of comfort whispered in his ear. Marcus, you’re not alone. There are people who want to help. It’s okay, let it all out. He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but by the time he finished crying, he felt safe and cared for, something that he hadn’t felt in a while, not since far before his ex had left.

They spent the next half hour discussing what abilities Jules had exhibited so far, what Marcus’ concerns were, and what he needed to be a functional parent. He explained how the baby started showing signs of power less than a week after she was born, how she seemed to be able to move things with her mind, but that he wasn’t quite sure because, well, Jules was a baby and he was sure that she didn’t even realize she was doing it. He was worried because as time went on, the objects kept getting larger. Last night, somehow, she had moved the crib in front of the bedroom door when she woke up in the middle of the night for her bottle. He had ended up having to take the door off its hinges to even get into the room. Hearing his baby crying and not being able to get to her had scared him shitless. He’d ended up staying in the baby’s room all night to make sure nothing else happened.

As they talked, Jules had woken up and was beginning to fuss. Iris ended up taking the baby, giving her a bottle, and watching her abilities while still listening to Marcus. She was so good with little Jules, holding her, gently stroking her hair, whispering comforting words when she would get fussy. He saw books begin to float off the shelf in his peripheral vision, he got up to try and put them back, but Iris’ hand shot out, stopping him. She smiled up at him, raising a hand and pushing them back in place with her mind.

“I think I have something that will help.”

She stood up, still holding the baby, and went to her desk, grabbing a tiny silver cuff. She pressed a few buttons on the keyboard, bringing up various holograms all around the room. Marcus almost jumped out of his skin when she began to talk to an AI, sorting through her research until she found what she was looking for.

“This is my own design, it’s basically a bracelet that will contain Jules’ powers and abilities while she wears it. It’s waterproof, tamper resistant, and will only open with either your fingerprint or my own. As she grows, we’ll change the cuff size and lessen the suppression. When this little lady is old enough, the cuff will come off altogether and she will have full access to her abilities. The suppression will not cause her any harm or pain, I’ve made sure to try it on myself long term to be certain. This allows you to keep her safe without working yourself into exhaustion. We can meet a few times a month to assess her progress. This should help you all get into the groove of things, Marcus.”

He took the cuff, studying it, rolling it over in his hands. It felt like regular metal, nothing special. He titled it to see the inside. There were tiny sensors evenly spaced throughout and something that was blinking green. This was far beyond his paygrade as far as technology went. The fact that the woman in front of him invented this and was willing to use this to help ensure his baby’s safety was not lost on him. He was grateful that she had a solution, hopefully it would help.

“It won’t hurt her, right? I just want to make sure. Has this been studied long term? Are there any side effects?” he enquired, trying not to get too excited.

Iris shook her head as she lightly rocked Jules in her arms. “I’ve used this on myself, as well as some other children that have had their abilities show up a bit too early. I haven’t seen any drawbacks or side effects of the cuff so far, but I want to have you bring Jules in at least once every few weeks so that we can keep her closely monitored. You’ll also have my number, please feel free to contact me day or night if you have any concerns or if anything goes wrong. I’m here to help and it’s my main priority to make sure that this sweet girl can learn and grow safely, without the threat of her powers going awry. This problem is one that we can solve, Marcus.”

He nodded, her words were reassuring to be sure. Since he became a single father, he hadn’t really trusted anyone with the safety and wellbeing of his little girls besides himself. It was difficult to reach out and allow someone to help solve a problem when the one person he had trusted the most had shattered him. Iris was giving him a solution, she was asking for his trust in her and her science. He could do that for his kids, he had to.

Marcus handed her back the cuff, allowing her to delicately put it on Jules’ wrist. It didn’t even phase the baby one bit. She kept on as if nothing had changed at all. He let out the breath that he didn’t even know he had been holding. She seemed absolutely fine, content to be rocked in the good doctor’s arms. She handed her back to Marcus, allowing him to cradle his little one close.

The two adults scheduled baby Jules’ followup appointment for the next week so that they could see her progress and give Iris a chance to check the data and run some tests. They spoke for a few more minutes until Missy came up to get their attention.

“Daddy, I’m hungry.”

Iris got down on Missy’s level so that she could look her in the eye. “You did so well today, Missy. Thank you so much for playing quietly while your daddy and I talked about your baby sister. I’m very proud of you.”

Missy broke out in a huge grin, throwing her arms around the doctor’s shoulders.

“Will we get to see you again? Can I come and play here more soon?”

Iris returned the hug, smiling fondly at the little girl. “Your sister has another appointment here next week and you are more than welcome to come and play in my office again. It was very nice to meet you. I think your daddy will be taking you down to the cafeteria here for some lunch, how does that sound?”

Missy nodded enthusiastically, grabbing her father’s free hand and tugging him along.

“Thank you so much, Iris, I really appreciate all the time you’ve given us today.”

“The pleasure is mine, Marcus, really. I’m here to help.”

There wasn’t much more to be said as Marcus was dragged by Missy out the door and down the hallway, chatting about what type of lunch they were going to eat. The doctor stood in the doorway, watching the little family leave, happy that she could be of assistance. She liked Marcus, he seemed to love his children a great deal and was a good man.

As they got in the elevator, Missy’s sweet voice said, “Daddy, I like that doctor lady, she’s so nice. I hope we get to see her more. She’s so pretty!”

Marcus had to agree with his daughter, he liked Iris, too. He felt a tug in his gut telling him that he should get to know her more, that she was someone truly special. He decided then and there that he would try to make that happen.

#marcus moreno x y/n #marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno #we can be heroes #pedro pascal

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blissfulalchemist · 2 years

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wait who is hayat? pls tell us everything about them 😍

NONNY!!! You-. You inquire about MY good son Hayat???? Well Hell yeah you can know as much as I feel I can write without getting into circles. Sorry this took a hot second to get together but I wanted to make sure I had something fairly comprehensive for you and others that are curious!

Also again Thank you Ash for making the banner that shows his precious face.

To start off, Hayat is my Wayhaven Chronicles Detective oc. TWC is an interactive fiction game that’s set in a world with supernatural creatures and elements including 4 vampire romance options (you can even opt out of romance if you so wish also). It’s by @seraphinitegames and you can check out more of it there!

Okay let’s get down to it!

His full name is Hayat Khademi but many will also call him Hiya as he both enjoys the pun and helps in pronouncing his full name. I personally love the meanings of his name very cool. Hayat means “Life” and Khademi means “He who serves and cares”, which really sums up his core self, like no matter what happens he will always be someone full of life and wanting to care and help people.

Hayat was born February 29, 1988, yes on leap year so depending on his mood he will either tell you that he’s 7 or 30. His parents are Rokeddin and Tahmina (aka Rebecca in the books) Khademi. After his father’s death and his mom throwing herself into her work he was raised by his grandparents, with his grandmother Myza Khademi still alive. Hayat is also bisexual.

He had hopes of becoming an engineer so he could help the world with technology he created to solve problems people faced. He made it to college and it was 2.5 years in that he met Bobby Marks, a journaling major, and the two soon started to date. While dating Bobby would sometimes use Hayat’s assignments and pass them off as his own or even just expect him to write assignments for him. As Hiya continued on through school connections were made and he soon was being granted access to some of the assignment programs and where grades were entered, and sadly unbeknownst to him Bobby was using this to his advantage. When Hayat was halfway through his doctorate program Bobby got caught in altering grades and stealing assignments committing Academic Dishonesty. Since all of it had been traced back to Hayat’s accounts or his connections he was the one that suffered the consequences of Bobby’s actions.

Hayat lost everything he had worked for in an instant and had no other option than to move back home while he figured out just what to do with his life. Over the next 3 years he moved from odd job to odd job all the while shrinking his social circle to almost none and drifting from partner to partner. Hayat was working as a groundskeeper for his hometown when Tina bumped into him. While they didn’t interact too much growing up with her being 6 years younger than him, they still treated each other like friends and it was her that suggested Hayat join her in the police academy as there were some planned retirees in the Wayhaven PD. While not his life goal Hiya joined her as it at least was a position that allowed him to feel like he was helping people.

He remained a police officer for a year before the sudden retiring of the previous detective and Hayat being handed the job as he was seen as the most capable. It was the start of his new position that landed him in the path of Unit Bravo and his mother’s job. After his first case involved a mad scientist vampire Hiya was asked to join the Agency as Wayhaven’s Human Liason, like his father before him. Since accepting he can’t say that his life is monotonous or lacking thrills.

Hayat overall is a fun loving person that always has a smile, positive attitude, and pun to spare! He’s loyal to those he loves and finds himself brave despite not being the most capable. His strengths lie more in his ability to make connections with people due to his trust, openess, calm demeanor, honesty, and always trying to look for the best in people first. It’s his way of living and does connect to his Muslim faith, that does follow, and Persian culture, though he’d tell you that even if those weren’t factors he’d still live and act as he is.

To get to know him more I reccomend checking out his general tag here! Or even his character asks here! Or you can even check out a profile for him here!

If you would like to read him in action please visit his masterlist here! I apologize that I am missing a piece and at the writing of this plan on updating it soon.

To see his romance with Mason check out their ship tag here!

I am also open to any more asks if there’s something more specific you’d like to know! I’m also open to DMs!

Thank you so much for inquiring about my boy!

#hayat khademi oc #hayat chara ask #oc profile #I hope you get to see this nonny! its my own fear with anon is that you miss out what you ask!

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charmandhex · 4 years

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Fic or Treat!

Or, damn, there really aren’t a lot of fall/Halloween/Thanksgiving seasonal TAZ fics, huh?

Right, but in all seriousness, I wanted to create a TAZ fic rec list for the fall/Halloween season. Per my aforementioned point, some of these are not strictly speaking related to either of those things, but fit in a more tangential spooky/eerie/supernatural way. But these are all authors I’ve read things from and whose writing I enjoy, so I hope you do to. As always, mind the tags, and kudos and comment to support these folks!

So, without further ado, in no particular order (I am literally rolling a d10 for that):

1. The Robots of Maureen Miller by AlwaysAmused ( @simplyaskeleton )

A little goofy, a little angsty, a whole lot of accidental robot murdery. Featuring disaster scientist Maureen Miller and a battalion of equally disastrous robots. What could go wrong? Really, Baines, what could possibly go wrong? Baines? BAINES? I guess you’re just going to have to read this good good fic and find out!

2. dancing in a swirl of golden memories by everqueen ( @everqueen12 )

So you’re on my page, so I’m assuming you like TAZ. Also a fan of Over the Garden Wall? Here’s Kat’s OTGW AU fic for a Taakitz week of old. If you’re not familiar with Kat’s work, this is one unknown I’ll yeet you into myself, because Kat is a delightful author. A is for awesome which is what Kat is, B is for boys lost in the woods, C is for comments are the best, and D is for dear God I don’t know how to end this bit!

3. Rest for the Wicked by BoPeepWithNoSheep (@thisiswhyidonthaveatumblr)

This is one of the ones that is really not fully on with the Halloween theme, but Bo can write the creepy and the unsettling so delightfully well that... well, my list, my rules. So there. It’s good fic! A particularly creepy look at what happens when a new antagonist pops up after the world has been saved and they have a little too much interest in Lucretia. Hm. HM. (Mind the tags!)

4. Draw Me Forth from the Otherside by TaraHarkon

1880s post-Civil War spiritualism and seances with Barry, Lup, Taako, and more? YES. As it’s Tara, you can of course expect that more to include the Wonderland twins. Ghosts and spookiness abound, and as always, Tara is an excellent writer.

5. The Clone in the Back Room by M_Logolepsy (@lonelyjournal-keeper)

So who was left with questions about Garfield growing a Magnus body? Who DIDN’T want those questions answered? Great! Enjoy Mads’s fic about Garfield through the Balance arc, where she absolutely fucking nails just how unnerving all that is and makes you laugh while doing it!

6. A Chill Wind Blowing by DragonWrites

Jen herself calls this one a ghost story, so fair game for this list. What happens when the crew of the Starblaster dies during the century? Is our dear Captain really haunting Barry’s denim-clad ass? How is Jen still the best Davenport writer out there even when she kills him? HA! Like I’m spoiling this good good fic for you!

7. Not Your Usual Round... by Jairephix

Definitely the shortest fic on the list, but Briar setting Wonderland and Haunted Doll Watch on a collision course made me cackle with laughter. Absolutely nails the sibling energy.

8. (I Put a Spell on You) And Now You’re Mine by ceilingfan5 (@ceilingfan5)

Chances are you’ve seen some of Larissa’s shorter work floating around the taz fic tumblr world, and I am here to assure you that her work is always that good! Hello fluffy Halloween Taakitz goodness - this is probably sweeter than the whole of that Orange Creme Halloween Oreo display in the Fantasy Target!

9. In This Town (We Call Home) by Hoothootmotherf_ckers (@hoothootmotherf-ckers)

Didn’t ship Ren and Noelle before well guess what now you do because of this good good sweet fluffy Halloween filled fic featuring girlfriends Ren and Noelle celebrating their favorite holiday. This fic has the feel of eating candy while cozy under a blanket on the couch watching a Halloween movie while you’ve got a cinnamon pumpkin candle burning and I love it so much.

10. stepping back to golden days by Hoothootmotherf_ckers

Another fall fic from Shell, this one focuses on Magnus and Lucretia and their good good sibling energy and also just absolutely fucking oneshot my bisexual ass with the image of both Magnus and Lucretia in flannel shirts with rolled up sleeves. It’s so very fluffy and you get to run around and see all your favorite characters happy and enjoying nifty fall activities and this one is like wearing that flannel shirt out to go pick a pumpkin and eating local caramel apples and popcorn.

Now go forth and enjoy these good good fics! Stay safe out there, and Happy Halloween!

#taz #taz balance #taz fic #taz fanfic #charm talks

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smutty-ki113r · 3 years

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Hi~ I wanted to hop on the match-ups as well cause I've read them and they're amazing. So could I request a romantic one? 👉👈

Hi, the name's Daniela but my friends call me Dina (pls call me Dina, after the Mr Worldwide post I wanna be your friend so bad 😭), I go by She/Her and I'm bisexual with a slight inclination towards males. I think I'm quite fun to be around, the most stupid things make me laugh and I can crack a few jokes even on the worst situations but at the same time I'm kinda serious, I get moody quite easily sometimes but for the most part I'm really bubbly. I suck at social interactions but I love people, so I'm absolutely an extrovert that's really scared to make people uncomfortable.

My insecurities are very much linked to me and my personality, I mean, I'm kinda self conscious of my weight and my body, but at the same time I always try to find beauty in myself, so much that it can lead to feeding my ego a little bit too much. And personality wise I feel like I can be really annoying, I like to feel special to the people I care about, so it lead to me being a really jealous person. Also I'm super competitive and that's not good at a certain point.

I like lots of stuff, very interesting things... I never really give much thought to the things I like, dang. I really like watching Anime and horror movies, drawing, going on walks, baking, I really really love to bake and clean, it's just so relaxing, ooh~ and I like dying my hair, a real fun activity if you ask me. In my friend group I'm chaos in person and also the one who's horny 25/8 and makes it known. Also, I'm known for hyperfixiating on anime characters (mostly mad scientists and intimidating blackhaired men). My music taste is quite normal, rock, punk, pop/punk, punk/rock, alternative rock, a bit of occasional metal. Some of my favorites are My Chemical Romance, Get Scared, Avril Lavigne, All Time Low, Three Days Grace, Hollywood Undead, Set It Off and Bring me The Horizon

The weirdest thing I do is thank the universe each and every morning for my incredible and amazing boobies 🥰🙏🖤🌸✨ and also I think being into esoteric stuff, crystals, demonology and that stuff could be considered a weird thing of mine(?) not sure how weird it actually is.

Oh yes yes, I just got admitted to college and imma be a Vet, super proud of myself, so I'm an animal lover. Btw I'm also libra, an ENFP with ego issues from time to time and an amazing person to dump your problems to (I love solving everybodies issues except mine). My ig is frutill.a, in case you need a physical description (don't be intimidated by how hot I am, I know I know, I'm amazing) and my abandoned art ig is frutill.art

For the ideal date thing? Yeah, cuddles, giving and receiving them, and eating, i like to be taken care of but also taking care of the other person(?. Even tho a picnic and cuddles under the stars sounds lovely. Yeah, maybe that's my ideal date, just doing something together at night that feels special to the both of us.

And to finish this up I just want to say that I love everything you do and you 😭 you're writing is so amazing, like just beauty, and I've read the other match-ups and they're so good, you're super duper talented and amazing. Keep up the good work and don't over do yourself, take care and keep it fun, I really look forward to see what other fic ideas you have in mind and I'll be there supporting whatever you come up with cause it'll be great. Kudos 🖤🖤🖤🤠

HI Dina, I match you with…..💞JEFF💞

Alright this was a hard one, quick quick why I didn’t match you with others. Demonology and EJ don’t mix, he has trauma. Plus, you seemed to be sort of similar to Jeff in some ways (not bad at all, you’re wonderful). I’m gonna go in order of what you talked about so that I can get my thoughts organized.

Stupid things make you laugh? At the worst possible times? At least you won’t be alone with Jeffy, he is the king of doing that, but he dosen’t exactly feel bad about it. AND you get moody often, Jeff too. Still, I feel like developing the relationship would take a while. You would have to constantly sit down with him and tell him what’s bothering you, open communication. Jeff is a master at feeding his ego, but he is fragile on the inside so be careful not to insult him, and once he warms up to you he is so so possessive. Does not want anyone else flirting with you at all, just goes to prove he thinks you might leave him for someone else.

He also loves horror (as we can tell) and he’s pretty much the chaos person too, you guys will bounce the energy off of each other for sure. //Also bro… what anime characters I have a thing for the murderers-// BUT BUT, set it off you say? Maybe go read some of this😏. I’m sure if you wake up next to Jeff he’ll be thanking the universe for your boobies too. HES AN ANIMAL LOVER TOO, and you being a vet is lovely, he wants to take care of his dog ya know?

I just know this man would bring you a rock thinking it’s a crystal. BRB BAWLING MY EYES OUT OVER THIS. Jeff isn’t one to dump his trauma on you, but he will tell you his current frustrations like how much Slender is pissing him off or something. He’s not very elegant but he would lay down a blanket and cuddle you if you like, once this man is attached he is attached. He loves being the big spoon in bed, and the little spoon too but don’t tell him I told you

He acts like he doesn’t pay attention but he really does, any slight changes in your mood and he will know what’s up. Very naggy about it, will try to pry it out of you (even though he doesn’t like other doing that to him), and gets angry if you don’t tell him. Just reassure him because he wants to help, he doesn’t want you to go to others for help when he’s right there.

Hope you liked this! BTW yes we ARE friends! Plz I almost cried at the Mr.Worldwide thing. I beg of you don’t let people dump their problems on just you, you need to have a space to share your struggles too. You can always message me, tumbler is like a safe place for me rn. I’m very understanding and wouldn’t ever make fun of you, I think that’s disgusting. You must be beautiful, I don’t have insta sadly. It got a bit toxic so-. You have great music taste, and I think you are a lovely person.

#jeff the killer headcanons #creepypasta #jeff the killer creepypasta #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x reader #Jeff the killer #creepypasta matchup #matchup #cp matchups #matchup.cafe #📯

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starbuckie · 4 years

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Some Quarantine Lovin’ Epilogue: Always Be Together

Marvel Highschool! AU

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Obscene amounts of fluff, kissing, swearing, kinda a lot of angst

Description: Bucky Barnes is absolutely, no doubt about it, in love with Y/N L/N. He’s loved her since the day he laid eyes on her in the third grade. He loved her when he had his own girlfriend, and when he was barely friends with her for a whole summer. And of course, in his freshman year, they are now stuck together. In a house. During a worldwide quarantine. This should be fun.

Words: 2,943 words

A/N: Well, we’re at the end! Thank you so much to everyone who’s been following this series, as it’s my first fic, and is so special to me. Natasha’s story is also very personal, as I’m still trying to figure out how to tell my parents that I’m bisexual, and they’re kind of closed off to the LGBT+ community and can only hope for what I wrote for Natasha. As always, thank you to my badass beta @transparentfestivaltiger and I really hope you’ve enjoyed this journey with me, and that you all continue to stay safe and healthy. Love you <3

When the shelter in place order was lifted from New York, life went by so fast. Jobs slowly started to open up again, people picking up the pieces of their lives that had broken during quarantine. The cure still hadn’t been found yet, but hope still stayed strong within everyone’s heart. It had taken much longer for scientists and doctors to find the curative to the virus, but the day it was announced was one to remember. Happy cheers could be heard everywhere around Brooklyn, tears rushing down everyone’s faces, for those who had previously lost their loved ones to the virus and to new beginnings. The community all came together and they all knew they could be stronger coming out of the worldwide pandemic.

The rest of high school went by fairly slowly, considering they had spent nearly a whole semester online. Everyone had trouble recovering from the effects of quarantine, but it got easier as they went along. Bucky and Becca both became part of the Rogers family easily, the endless stream of love and happiness radiating them all the time. Mrs. Rogers had been a motherly figure to him all his life, aspects of her reminding him of his own ma, and he was brothers with Steve, which was pretty great in his opinion.

By the end of high school, Natasha had come out to her parents, which was something both of them tried their hardest to understand. The redhead was shocked when they told her that they should have known and that they were sorry if they had ever made her feel unloved or left out, a reaction she could have only dreamed of. Both of her parents were still trying to understand her and her needs to feel safe and comfortable, and though it wasn’t perfect, Natasha couldn’t be more grateful that her parents were trying.

Throughout the rest of high school, the “Golden Boy Trio”, as the girls liked to call them, continued playing baseball together, all three of them getting scholarships in their junior year. Eventually, Sam was the only one who accepted his scholarship, as the two other boys had already planned what they wanted for their futures.

The sweet couple, however, continued to grow together, both as people and a pair, falling deeper and deeper in love with each other every day. Yeah, that was something that was never-ending, no matter the circumstance. Y/N and Bucky went around the school known as the high school sweethearts, the two students who were irrevocably and completely infatuated with each other, and that was obviously fine with them.

By the time the end of their senior year rolled around, Steve was already dead set on joining the U.S. Army, something both of his parents were proud of, though terrified as hell for as well. Wanda and Sam were both headed for sunny California, her wanting to major in psychology and him on a full-ride baseball scholarship to UCLA. Natasha had been offered a chance to study under a fashion designer in France, so she ended up leaving just mere weeks after graduation, bringing lots of tears and promises to talk whenever she could. Bucky and Y/N though, they were staying in their home state of New York, both of them on scholarships to Columbia and NYU. After all, Bucky needed to look after Becca, who was five years old by then but already had an extreme attitude and a tendency to be very, very, clingy. Joseph and Sarah Rogers loved her even more for that.

Bucky and Y/N’s dorms weren’t far from each other, and they were happy that their relationship wasn’t long-distance. Study dates at coffee shops became frequent, and their love for each other only growing. Around their junior year of college, the couple was already having talks about getting married soon after their graduation. Both of them were planning on continuing for their masters at their respective schools, but after nearly six years of their relationship, they both knew that they wanted to be together for the rest of their lives.

Kids had thoroughly been discussed though. After taking care of Becca since he was thirteen, he wasn’t rushing to have any of his own any time soon, and he made it clear that he wanted to wait until after college. After all, they hadn’t even graduated yet and still had five more years of their education left before Y/N went off to her internship.

Oh, how quickly the tables had turned.

Y/N had managed to get pregnant at the very beginning of their final year as undergrads. She had freaked out, not knowing if Bucky would leave her, not knowing how the fuck it had happened, and what she would do with the baby. She had finally decided to keep it a secret for a few weeks, at least until she found out how to tell her boyfriend, but after she started to refuse drinks and get sick more often, Bucky grew suspicious. Now, James Barnes was a smart man. He had remembered when he was a teen and his mama was sick when she was pregnant with Becca, so naturally, he questioned his girlfriend.

“Are you pregnant, Y/N?” Bucky asked her quietly. He didn’t seem mad, but his tone made it certain that he was dead serious. Taking a shaky breath and trying to hold back her tears for her own sake, she nodded her head and grasped his hands.

“Yes, James.” She sighed. “I’m pregnant. And,” Y/N took a deep breath, “I’m going to keep it.” Silence was all that surrounded the room. Normally, silence with the two of them was soft, it was comfortable, like a blanket of comfort and relaxation. But this was high-strung tension, uncertainty mixed with unsaid awkwardness. Bucky’s heavy sigh was all that was heard, and Y/N let go of his hands as he got up and left the room.

Y/N was in shock. Hand covering her mouth, her strangled sobs echoed back to her throughout the dorm. He’d surely tell her parents. Or would he want to even do anything with her? She was still in school, and she had to go to med school the next year. Her parents would never support this. God, what mess had she gotten herself into?

No more than fifteen minutes later, Bucky broke in through the front door, panting and nearly wheezing with the loss of air he had. However, he saw Y/N’s red, puffy eyes with her clearly wet cheeks and saw where he went wrong.

“I thought -hic- you left, Bucky.” He instantly wrapped his arms around his shaking girlfriend, his eyes filling with tears after realizing that he had hurt her. The one girl that meant the most to him in life, that he loved with his entire heart, and he’d been the one to make her cry.

“Doll, no, no, I promise you, I’m not going to leave you.” Bucky lowered the two of them to a laying down position on the couch, legs intertwined and chests pulled together. “I will never, ever leave you, and we’ll find our way through this together.”

Y/N rubbed at her eyes, relief filling her body at his words until she felt a sharp object poking into her hip. “Buck, what’s in your pocket?”

She noticed the sharp intake of breath he took. She noticed that he was fidgeting with the object in his pocket. She noticed that he was breathing rapidly. She noticed him getting on the floor, kneeling with an open box in his hand.

“Y/N, you’re my best friend. You have been for fourteen goddamn years, and you have seen me everywhere. My highs, my lows, when I was drunk off my ass puking in my bathroom and giving a speech at our high school graduation. You of all people know that I am a very organized person, but trust me, this is the one time you will see me unprepared. But, our lives have always been a little unconventional, haven’t they? We had our first kiss in the middle of a global pandemic because I was too scared to tell you that I liked you anytime in the six years before that. Our first time together was when we were eighteen at the Time Hotel in Times Square and we went in our pajamas to McDonald’s right after. And now we’re going to have a baby. I already know you’re going to be an amazing mother, and there’s no better time to do this than now.” Scooting closer to Y/N, he stared into her eyes, still red-rimmed from the crying, but a huge dopey smile plastered on her face. “I asked your parents for your hand last week and they said yes, so we have their blessing. Y/N L/N, the love of my life, will you please make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

Y/N nodded enthusiastically and threw herself into his arms. “Of course I’ll marry you, Bucky.” Bucky was crying at this point but he didn’t even try to wipe them away as he slipped the silver band onto her finger. She grasped his face in her cold hands and kissed him feverishly. “I love you, James.”

Smiling like a fool in love, which he was, he placed one last lingering kiss to her lips. “I love you too, Y/N.” Moving his hand down to her stomach, which hadn’t started showing, he rubbed it soothingly. “And I already love this little one too. How long have you known, baby?”

Y/N covered his hand with her own and let out a watery smile. “Three weeks. I didn’t know how to tell you, and I’m sorry I didn’t earlier.”

“No, no, no, baby, you have nothing to feel sorry for. I can understand why you felt scared, and I’m going to be honest, I am too. But we’ve gotten through so much together, what’s a little human compared to us?” Bucky grinned wider at hearing her sniffly giggle and he sat her on his lap on the wood floor of her NYU dorm.

“So who’s going to be the one to tell my mom and dad that you knocked me up and proposed to me?” His eyes widened and she laughed harder at the expression on his face. Sure, he didn’t want to face the wrath of her parents, but if it made Y/N happy, he’d do it with no hesitation at all.

The pregnancy was difficult during school. Especially because they went to different schools, Y/N struggled with being alone so much that she eventually moved back into her house with her parents. Bucky would always show up once a day when he knew that her courses were done, whether he could only stay a few minutes or the night, and talk to the baby. Though he'd previously said that he didn’t want kids until he was done with college, he’d been nothing but absolutely amazing and protective since finding out Y/N was pregnant. A bit too protective though.

Three weeks before she was due, which was also right before their graduation, the couple started to get into more and more heated arguments. Bucky insisted that she needed to stay home and do absolutely nothing, but Y/N still had more finals she needed to take at school. Her stress from both hormones and classes got to her, and finally, she talked to her teachers, asking to just make the finals all in one day so she could go home earlier and not wait it out. It took some convincing, but they finally agreed and passed all her finals with flying colors, which made her cry with happiness.

Two days before graduation, little Winnie Sarah Barnes was born. After six hours of pain and screaming, Winnie came into the world happy as a clam. Y/N’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, Becca, and Natasha all came to support the happy couple. Wanda, Sam, and Steve couldn’t join this momentous occasion with them, but all three sent letters and called many, many times to see the precious baby.

The next four years of college went by fast with Winnie in the family. Y/N and Bucky finally got married, something everybody was able to attend. Steve had come back from his first tour by then to be the best man and Natasha as the maid of honor. It was very small, simple but elegant, and the new Barnes couple could not be any happier with how one of the happiest nights of their life went. Y/N graduated NYU at twenty-six with a Doctor of Medicine and applied for an internship at NYU Langone Medical Center while Bucky got offered a job as the creative writing teacher at the high school they went to. “Full circle, huh, baby?” He’d jokingly said to her after he got the email. And a full circle it was indeed.

2033

“Buck, we need to bring him. He really, really doesn’t wanna stay with MJ tonight.” Y/N ran around their shared Brooklyn apartment frantically, her crying son in her arms. Bucky and Y/N’s family was in absolute chaos. Bucky had come back from the high school late, Y/N nearly forgot to pick up Winnie from after school care, and their four-month-old son, Steve, did not want to be taken care of by the babysitter, MJ. Of course, their family was normally in disarray, with Y/N’s shifts at the hospital and Bucky’s demanding students, but tonight was their ten-year high school reunion, and between the four in their family, it was a disaster.

“Mommy, I can hold Stevie, you can go get dressed,” Winnie said in a quiet, sweet voice. Placing a delicate kiss on her head, Y/N thanked her and scurried off to get ready. Bucky was pretty prepared, looking handsome as always in his button-down blue shirt and black slacks, short brown hair combed neatly. “You look nice, daddy.” His daughter said while sitting on the couch next to him. He was about to thank her as she started speaking again, “For once.”

Crinkling his nose playfully and gasping in mock offense, he took Steve from her arms and tickled her sides, breaking her into peals of giggles. “Do I not look nice all the time, sweetheart? I can’t believe my own baby daughter doesn’t think I’m handsome.” Y/N heard the laughter from the hallway as she headed towards the living room.

“Well, my beautiful, beautiful husband, I think you look very handsome, like you always do.” Y/N quipped from the entrance. Bucky and Winnie turned their heads towards her, and both of their eyes widened. Letting out a low whistle, her husband’s eyes roamed her body in the appealing red dress and black heels.

“Damn, hot mama,” Bucky readjusted Steve in his left arm and slid the other one to cheekily squeeze Y/N’s ass, “you look gorgeous.” Even after fourteen years of their relationship, Y/N couldn’t take one compliment, and heated up under her husband’s lustful gaze.

“Mommy! Mommy! I wanna look pretty too, can I wear your heels later?” Laughing, Y/N picked Winnie up and spun her around quickly before pulling her into a crushing hug. “Ugh, mama, you’re going to break my spine.”

Both Bucky and Y/N shared confused glances at their daughter’s sudden sass. “Where did you learn to get an attitude like that, missy?” Bucky asked.

“Auntie Becca, she always sasses the boys at her school, she says. She always tells me to ‘screw them over and have some fun with my ladies’.” Y/N nearly wheezed with how hard she was laughing, knowing of fifteen-year-old Becca’s sass. Bucky on the other hand was absolutely appalled that his younger sister was teaching his children these things.

“Of course your Auntie Becca sasses the boys, she can’t keep her damn mouth shut to save her own life.” Bucky grumbled, making Y/N peck his cheek and grab his hand.

“I called my mom, she says she and my dad can take the kids tonight, thank God.” Swatting his butt, she scooped Winnie up in her arms and started to make her way to the door. “You two are going to stay with Grandma and Grandpa tonight, does that sound good?” The little girl in her arms nodded excitedly, ready to be spoiled by her grandparents.

After Bucky and Y/N dropped their kids off at her parent’s house, they rode to their old high school in comfortable silence, just the radio playing Bucky’s old Spotify playlists.

“We’re going back to the place where we started.” Bucky said all of a sudden. Y/N shifted in her seat to look at his with a raised eyebrow.

“We met in third grade, baby, do you not remember that?”

Sighing, he took her hand in his and rubbed small circles on the back of her palm. “Well, I mean where we started. Like in a relationship, when we were sent home for quarantine, when I kissed you in your ma’s kitchen, and I took you on a date to Prospect Park.” Looking into each other’s eyes, the couple smiled. “We’ve come a long way since then, haven’t we?”

Leaning over to kiss him, short and sweet, she replied, “Yeah, yeah we have.”

Riding the rest of the way in their blissful bubble of happiness, the couple reminisced about their freshman year of high school, all where their quarantine love had started.

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queenofthefullmoon · 4 years

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An exhaustive list of Dark Souls: Remastered bosses I would or would not date

Asylum Demon

The Asylum Demon is one thick bitch but I am not interested in that fat ass.

Stray Demon

The Stray Demon is one thick bitch but I am not interested in that fat ass that reminds me strongly of another incredibly similar fat ass.

Taurus Demon

I am not a furry so I’m not interested in the Taurus Demon. Also he has a very big family and I’m not ready to go to such large family dinners yet.

Bell Gargoyles

I’m not interested in dating the gargoyles. In addition to the fact that they’re gargoyles, our love would be impossible because they’re obviously a lesbian power couple. However, the girls are SO welcome for a platonic sleepover and tea party.

Capra Demon

See Taurus Demon.

Chaos Witch Quelaag

Gaping Dragon

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Moonlight Butterfly

I can’t say I would like to date a butterfly, but it’s welcome to stay in my backyard and shoot spells at me when I go out the door. I think it would spice up my routine a little bit.

Sif the Great Grey Wolf

Again I’m not a furry, so I can’t consider dating a wolf, but Sif is the goodest boy and he’s super welcome to stay in my house. He’s even allowed on the couch.

Iron Golem

ngl he’s kinda jacked…

Crossbreed Priscilla

Yes? I’m stupid and bisexual? We are meant for each other?

Ornstein and Smough

I would say yes to Ornstein if he didn’t have a furry lion mask (rip), because he kinda rules and he would smash the shit out of all my enemies. Not to mention he’s a very reputable knight so we would get VIP entries to ALL the fucking clubs in Anor Lando. Smough, however, I don’t trust, given how he smashes Ornstein like a pancake when he’s down and is a known cannibale. I think he would try to munch on one of my toes while I’m asleep and flatten me with his hammer if I protest.

Dark Sun Gwyndolin

Honestly I would date Gwyndolin because they’re a graceful person. They’re kinda bratty but I feel like that would be nice for a little gossip session with your significant other (which we all know is one of the most fun part of a relationship). Also if you date them you get pet snakes for free.

Ceaseless Discharge

Just this name makes me want to throw the fuck up so no. Also he’s a flaming demon made of lava and I’m made of flesh that melts very easily. Also I killed his sister. And his mom.

Demon Firesage

The Demon Firesage is one thick bitch but I am not interested in that fat ass that reminds me strongly of another incredibly similar, less flaming fat ass.

Centipede Demon

I’m running out of way to say that I won’t date an animalistic demon.

Bed of Chaos

Conceptually if you told me I could date a bed I would be like « hell yeah » because a bed truly is the best thing in the world. Our dates could just consist of me sleeping on top of it. The Bed of Chaos, however, is nothing like the peaceful beds you and I imagine. I don’t want to be flattened by a giant tree woman and I REALLY don’t want to be flattened by a flaming (literally) witch, so it’s a no from me, chief.

Pinwheel

Pinwheel is such a fucking tragedy that I almost want to say yes just so he can have a win, but I’m not ready to commit to dating a family of three people packaged into one person.

Gravelord Nito

At first I want to say no because what the fuck is Nito? A bunch of skeletons? A mass of skeletons with skeleton babies? God, I can’t be a skeleton mom, that’s a lot of responsibilities. But then I think about how he’s kind of the Underworld God and I can’t pass on an opportunity to be Persephone. I just have to find my Demeter so I can get the fuck out of there for half of the year.

Seath the Scaleless

Dragons are already pretty unpredictable creatures but Seath is particularly unhinged. Usually I would make some room for a dragon in my backyard (don’t ask how big it is) but Seath is both a traitor and a mad scientist. I don’t want to have him anywhere near me. Imagine if he stole me away and made me into one of his fucked up experiment even though I am kind enough to house him? It would break my heart.

The Four Kings

I’m gonna say yes to this and before you’re like « oh Blue what the fuck » let me explain that this decision is purely strategic. First of all you’re dating not only one King but four, making you a quadruple King/Queen/Monarch, and you will never run out of things to talk about because there’s five of you! It kinda sucks that you have to hang out in the Abyss, the gloomiest place possible, but at least you have FOUR boyfriends.

Sanctuary Guardian

The Sanctuary Guardian is a tough boy who is welcome to stay at my house as a pet and scare any intruders. I would let him inside but I would not let him on the couch, for fear that he might rip it apart with his scorpion tail.

Knight Artorias

Yes? Of course I would date Artorias, corrupted by the Abyss or not. I know it would be harder to manage our relationship while he is corrupted and he would probably break shit all the time, but I’m willing to do it for him, just like he gave up everything for us… For all of us.

Manus, Father of the Abyss

I would not date Manus, but I would like to be his friend. I can tell he has some deep, troubling anger issues and I wish to help him with it. Perhaps a good listener, a friend, and a cup of tea could calm him down.

Black Dragon Kalameet

Okay so Kalameet is a dragon so obviously I don’t have romantic feelings towards him, but I do feel a bond. He is a beautiful large boy, and I want to keep him safe. Dragon slayer? More like dragon lover. No matter how many times he’ll try to burn me down I will always try to be his friend 4 life.

Gwyn, Lord of Cinder

Honestly I’m gonna say it, Gwyn is a DILF, and even his hollowed, ashen self manages to hold onto that fantastic beard of his, which is frankly a quality I can appreciate. I mean, the man is a god, mega powerful and rich, still has all his hair, and, as far as we know, is available. I’m gonna be a sugar baby and I’m not even ashamed of it.

If you disagree with me fuck you.

#dark souls #dark souls 1 #dark souls remastered

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ts-hogwarts-au · 4 years

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This AU (at least what I'll be doing with the blog) will be mostly writing, incorrect quotes, one-shots, and drabbles. Also haven't decided on doing everything platonic/general, or doing ships so I don't know.

Please send asks, headcannons, or incorrect quotes, or almost anything (swf, of course, so everyone can enjoy my blog. And no anon hate.) Thanks, wizards and witches!

~Niran

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To avoid any information getting jumbled up later on, I have compiled a list of things that I thought were the most important about the AU, so with no further introduction, enjoy!

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Headmaster: Professor Astor

Head of Ravenclaw: Professor Shepherd

Head of Slytherin: Professor Storme

Head of Hufflepuff: Professor Valentine

Head of Gryffindor: Professor Loughty

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• Patton Trench

•Patton is orginally from Wexford, Ireland, Giving him a soft tone but strong accent in his voice. If he gets fed up enough, he does curse but it's either in his native language, or in such a strong accent that you can't decipher what he said.

•He doesn't have a very good relationship with his parents, so he become the friend to help out with family problems, also seeming to fit in with the position because he's the oldest in the group. He's the dad/therapist friend, he feels good about helping other people, but always brushes his problems off with a "I'm ok, I'd rather you not worry about me" and a smile.

•At school his favorite subject is Care of Magical Creatures. He doesn't play Quidditch like a couple of the other's, but makes sure to go to every game to support either his house's team, or one, if not both of his friends in different houses.

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• Logan Hawkes

•Logan is from a town named Islington which is found in North London. That being said he has a surprisingly posh accent, that everyone who is able to, makes fun of. He knows it's all in good fun so he doesn't make too big of a deal of it.

•He is labeled the "babysitter" of the group. He has to break up stupid arguments, make sure nobody is doing anything idiotic, and willingly helps everybody else with their homework, or anything else they need to keep up (whether or not said person is willing to be helped).

•His favorite subject is Muggle Art. It's an extracurricular class that he was prompted to join by Professor Shepherd. He's been a prefect for two years, and is now the current Head Boy for Ravenclaw.

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• Virgil Spinster

• Virgil is from North Dakota. He just has an american accent and has decided to copy everyone else's accent (mockingly) because he hates his own standard accent with all of his heart.

• He's the friend who "accidentally" sleeps in, causing himself to eat late, and end up skipping class entirely. His usually gets the stuff from whatever class he dipped from from Logan, who is both the bane of his existence, and an absolute savior. He learns begrudgingly and with most things he does not particularly care about doing anything over the bare minimum he needs to pass.

• Virgil's favorite extracurricular subject is Ghoul Studies, while his favorite thing to do is playing quidditch. He is a chaser for the hufflepuff team, he's got a reputation for being good at dodging because he is very aware of his surroundings at all time.

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• Janus Adler

• Janus is a selective mute the cause of that being loved about you won't come save me you're going to don't call me crazy you love me but you won't come save me an accident that caused a vocal disorder. He uses sign language (ASL - American Sign Language) which has resulted in the rest of the group having to learn ASL (signing and understanding) to be able to communicate with him. He doesn't physically talk to anyone but Logan, seeing he's the least judgmental or opinionized about the raspiness of Janus' voice. He likes to share his thoughts about lessons they had together that day and loves to talk about philosophy. Together they always have nice, and calm conversations.

• He were graced with the lable of "the fed up friend". Since he usually relies on his expressions to convey what he feels. He are very, very, expressionate, to the point that Virgil has what he calls "the encyclopedia of Janus' expressions" just to make it easier for everybody else.

• His favorite class, along with Patton, is Care of Magical Creatures. He always takes a liking to the bigger creatures, always seeming curious about a new one.

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• Roman Bishop

• The Bishop twins are from the urban town of Glasgow, Scotland. They both have slight Scottish accents, that makes them interesting to listen to, but nothing strong enough to make what they say unintelligible. They're both so competitive, so anything they do results in either them both being upset, or one continuously bragging about it for the next week and a half.

• Less of a planned chaotic vibe, and more of a instantaneous and daring one. They're very much the one who has most definitely broken the most bones, and completed the most dangerous dares. They are why the group doesn't play Truth or Dare for that exact reason. They learn just to be able to keep their position as gryffindor's head chaser.

• Honestly, they spends most of their time listening to the frog choir when they're not at quidditch practice. They are yes, gryffindor's head chaser which did not gain them any bragging rights, except for when gryffindor wins games.

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• Remus Bishop

• (Repeating) The Bishop twins are from the urban town of Glasgow, Scotland. They both have slight Scottish accents, that make them interesting to listen to, but nothing strong enough to make what they say unintelligible. They're both so competitive, so anything they do results in either them both being upset, or one continuously bragging about it for the next week and a half.

• Less of a instantaneous and daring vibe, and more of a planned chaotic. The twins had gotten most things banned for the group, thanks to either Logan or Patton. Remus, on the other hand, brought friendly prank wars to the group. They weren't allowed to hurt each other, and they had to clean up the mess, but by the end Remus claimed bragging rights.

• Their favorite subject is potions because e x p l o s i o n s. They have a very mad-scientist aura in that class just because it's a class based around trial and error. They're also the ravenclaw head chaser which makes games that are ravenclaw vs. gryffindor so very fun.

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Semi-important things:

•The encyclopedia of Janus' expressions: it is a black and white leather notebook Virgil was supposed to use for Charms. This thing is brought out in almost every conversation, because for the group there is no in between with absolute idiocy or a genius idea, and the magical notebook is the only way they know Janus' opinion.

• "Being crow": It's a phrase for when Virgil's being an asshole and needs to dial it back some.

• Posture stick: A stick that Janus uses to correct the Bishop twins' postures while using binders (usually just him, tapping them with it from across the room or something). Janus is not going to let them get away with that after all he taught them about how to bind safely >:(

--More may be added--

#hogwarts #au list #character info #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #it's an au #please send asks #or headcanons #i just love them #so much #i wanna talk #to people

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ruffiorocks · 5 years

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If Lena was a man 'he' could still be the same Lena.

So I just got sent a link to one of Kramreciets screen shots and even though the shot was from the same two people who just hate SC shippers simply for existing I'm feeling the need to address it.

The post addressed the claim that if Lena was a man then Supercorp would have already happened by now. But they turned it into if Lena was a man SC shippers would basically call her a white, rich, privileged, abusive creep and if Mon El had been female then SC shippers wouldn't have cared that he was a slave owner and had lots of sex. (Not attacking Mon El here, just reiterating what was said).

So... Here's my two cents only one person asked for 😅.

Honestly I think it's bullsh*t and people need to really find something better to do with their lives to begin with.

Quickly to begin with if Mon El was a female slave owner having lots of sex with his slaves male or female and then leaving them to die and/then lied to Kara and was possessive etc. Then 'she' would be just as much as a douche bag as male Mon El would be.

Now for the main point, the claim is working under the false understanding that if Lena was male that she/he would have to be bad simply because he was male. That every male character is toxic and that LGBT+ women/etc hate men in general. If Lena was a man but acted the same way Lena does then it doesn't make the character any different to how Katie plays her.

You may have to rearrange a few things (like would she/he then date Alex? Because for her to date James they would have to make her/him and James both gay or bisexual, would that mean Alex doesn't come out as gay? I suppose that would leave Kara free to be the one to come iut as gay since the idea of two main characters being gay is apparently a stretch).

But there's no reason why she/he couldn't still be Kara's best friend, not all men are bad and incapable of being just friends with women and believe it or not men can be best friends with women, yes even straight men can be best friends with straight women. Not everyone is attracted to everyone because they are sexually compatible.

We can't have sensitive male characters? I bet to differ since Winn and Brainy both exist. Kara managed a best friend relationship with Winn, he had a fleeting crush on her, was an ass and then got over it like a grow up does.

So male Lena is a bit more sensitive than you expect, no issues there. Female Lena likes to act tough and she is but we all know she's super sensitive, a man can be exactly the same. No reason why male Lena couldnt still hug or have a game night with Kara. A man can be grateful to his female friends and buy her flowers to say thankyou.

No reason why Kara couldn't still save male Lena's ass, she does it just fine with Winn, James and Mon El. We see Winn doing science and we don't accuse him of being a mad scientist.

I don't watch Legends but isn't the Atom a billionaire scientist who is a really nice and sensitive guy? Isn't Cisco a scientist and a really nice and sensitive guy?

Male Lena could still be best friends with Sam, he could still realise that Sam was Reign, he could still make Kryptonite and not intend to hurt Supergirl with it, only thinking of saving his friend. Also, remember that Supergirl is the one that tends to pick fights with Lena over things. So Supergirl attacking male Lena about having Kryptonite or calling him a Luthor or having a go because he made Harun El is not male Lena being toxic, that's actually still Supergirl being an ass to her friend.

Male Lena coming to the DEO and saving Supergirl's life or building her a statue or making her tech to protect her works out the exact same way.

Male Lena could even ask Kara to come and meet her ex with him.

Male Lena could still decide to sacrifice his ex girlfriend to save Supergirls life.

Supergirl betraying male Lena's trust by asking his significant other (James? ) Is still Supergirl being the ass, gender changes nothing here.

Male Lena would still have saved the world several times.

The whole Rhea kidnapping her to make her marry Mon El would have to change, but then again Mon El said himself 'the more the merrier' on Daxam, so maybe he could be bi? Maybe an heir can be made with just make DNA (that would be an interesting storyline). Or maybe Rhea disinherits Mon El and wants to marry male Lena herself? Male Lena could still have the same mother/son relationship with Rhea.

Perhaps Male Lena could have been gay? He could have got with Winn, I'd of been OK with that. Lena and Winn always had better chemistry and more in common than Lena did with James. (But no hate). Male Lena getting with Winn? You wouldn't have had the issues with him disliking her for being a Luthor like James did avoiding the issues that that causes among fans. But that's another story.

Oh and the whole Adam situation? Soo... A man decides he wants to cure Cancer and that's an issue? A man accidentally kills his test subject (male or female ) and that somehow changes the story? No, the story stays exactly the same, we just wouldn't have had male Lena showing as much skin as female Lena does. No reason why male Lena couldnt have the same background as female Lena or the connection with Adam.

No reason why male Lena and Alex couldn't become great friends.

It doesn't even change the relationship with Lex, he's simply an ass to his half brother instead of his sister. (He had a half brother in Smallville, Lena could easily have been Lucas Luthor, or Lex's full biological brother who died in infancy Julian Luthor).

Also to quickly address the comment made on the OG post as to why SC shippers ship SC when Alex and Kelly are canon well that's easy. SC has been around since before Kelly showed up and even before Alex came out as gay. SC has been a ship since the very first episode of season 2 when Kara first set eyes on Lena. 'Technically' Lena and Kara made eye contact and officially met before Kara even met Mon El, Kara met his unconscious form. So unless you shipped Karamel at the very beginning because you knew he would be her love interest then SC and Karamel were both born at the same time, and there's nothing wrong with that. Supercorp continued to be a ship when Alex came out, when Alex dated Maggie, when Alex broke up with Maggie, when Alex slept with Sara, when the AgentReign shippers emerged with Sam and even now when Alex has another canon love interest. You are allowed to ship more than one pairing, you are allowed to be more invested in the main characters storyline than the secondly ones. You are allowed to believe it's possible for more than one lesbian couple to exist and you're allowed to like your non canon ship which you have shipped since before the canon lesbian came out than the actual canon lesbian couple.

Whether or not SC would be canon if Lena was a man is debatable, I think it would be more likely to happen if she was a man, but it isn't set in stone.

Anyhoo that's today's rant!

#supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #alex danvers #supercorp #lex luthor #james olsen #kelly olsen #winn shott #winn schott #anti mon el #dansen #maggie sawyer #sanvers #rhea #sam arias #agentcorp

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► basics;

Full Name: Ferguson Kenzie Malicer Age: 35 Birthday: August 15 Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Biromantic Relationship Status: In a Relationship, but the other person won’t acknowledge it. Alignment: Neutral Evil ► Chaotic Evil Occupation: Hunter/Engineer(Mad Scientist) Race: Human

► background;

Place of Birth: Inverlochlarig, Scotland Hometown: St. Andrews, Scotland Education: Bachelor’s Degree ► physical;

Faceclaim: Iain De Caestecker Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Strawberry Blonde Height: 5′10 Tattoos, Birthmarks, Scars, etc: Scars around his torso, various markings around his body, has one tattoo. One of the infamous anti-possession tattoos between his shoulder blades.

► relatives;

Father’s Full Name: Mackenzie Fergus Malicer Mother’s Full Name: Brichtrede Marie Malicer (nee Aensland) Siblings: Caoilainn Malicer (vampire(feral), fc:Kiernan Shipka)[npc], Aodhan Malicer (Werewolf (feral), fc: Scott Michael Foster, [Open]), Grace Malicer(vampire, fc:Gabriella Wilde [open])

► relationships;

Ex-Significant Other(s): Penelope Ramos, (open for others) Current Significant Other: Priscilla Stone

► personality;

Positive Traits: + Determined, + Resourceful, + Protective, + Ambitious, +/- Blunt Negative Traits: - Obsessive, -Murderous, -Selfish, - Predatory

► bio;

TW: Murder, Poison, Abuse

Many times the stories would tell that he was the bad seed of the family. However, his family wasn’t a good one to begin with.

A father on the war path that followed the vigorous training of a Hunter. A mother that practiced her chemistry weapons against her own children. The unit was broken already when he came to the world. A brother turned into a werewolf when he was the tender age of four. The same age he watched his father shoot his kin in the head at the night of a full moon to solidify his vision. A sister who was left near a vampire nest on purpose, and how they had kept her alive to test their theories. Until they found out they had been expecting the youngest of the Mercer clan. There was no remorse or guilt when Hannah had met the sunlight the next morning.

Fergus spent the most of his elementary school years buried in books to ignore the chaos that erupted around him. Or he was interrupted abruptly to start his own training on the subject on hand - eradication.

Another girl was bore to his parents as they had started to teach him the general façade of a sane person. They had named her, Grace. As ironic a name as they could have given her. The boy hadn’t attached himself to his sister’s presence yet after he had witnessed what happened to his older siblings at a young age. He knew without a doubt that he would fall in line to be next.

He had never gotten the concept of Hunter groups. Because his father made sure he had no moments of spare time to inquire about their practices. Instead he was strictly fed what his father wanted him to know, and how it should be executed.

No matter how smart he had become, it was never enough. At the age of ten he had started to dismantle most firearms and reassemble them. Grace wasn’t his superior, but she was never far behind him. On his fifteenth birthday he was given an ultimatum along with his sister that would change their lives forever. One of them had to die, but his parents had decided to pit them against one another. Thus their wicked games would begin.

Grace killed their mother by injecting the food in the fridge with poison. It gave her great pleasure hovered over the woman as she died while she dangled the antidote a few inches from her face. Fergus had been out in the rural woods with their father to discuss the rules of poaching. While his father had his back turned, Fergus pointed the loaded gun and shot two bullets. One into the spine and one into the back of his father’s leg. The bullets were manufactured in a way that put his father in a vulnerable position, and it opted the boy’s more malicious size to take over.

With the parents out of their way, the two survivors took an oath. They would never kill the other, but both their minds were already compromised. That promise wouldn’t save their friends, acquaintances, loved ones, or even the common passerby. That day is when their tally started, and before they reached Ashbourne their tally had grown to the mid double digits each.

Fergus is the only one of the two to pursue and nurture the logical side of his brain. While Grace continued to crumble and snap those around him. He even graduated college and no one around him that had lived thought twice of him harboring the murderous thoughts that he did. It wasn’t until he got them alone and they saw that his furniture was coated in sadistic blood splattered plastic. No species was safe from himself or Grace’s wrath.

The hunting rivalry continued through each place they called home, and even occurred when Fergus had enlisted in the military a few years in his early twenties. Fergus had started to challenge Grace with the people he kept close. Unwittingly to those chosen, he placed targets he knew she couldn’t beat at one to one combat. Grace had started to do the same, except her friends moved with the dark of night.

When he turned thirty, he had come home to his apartment covered in a mass of crimson. One of those casualties were Grace herself. At least…. That’s what he was meant to believe.

INTRODUCTION TO ASHBOURNE:

Fergus finished the day in the lab with a stoic expression. He had ventured home with his weapons placed strategically on is person. Most of the time at work he had a few vials of concoctions and a sharpened blade that would have taken him a few seconds to brandish. All seemed normal as his mind switched to hunter mode and scanned those around him. He pulled over near a bus stop and offered a charismatic smile at the transient sitting on the bus stop. “Lad. Do ye need a ride?” He called out friendly as ever. By no means did Fergus look to be a cold killer, and he was smug about it. Luck was on his side when the homeless person had ventured hesitantly closer to the car door. There in the dim street light had shown a picturesque family photo that swayed below the rear-view mirror.

“C’mon. No one should be out here in the cold. My wife would gut me if I left you out there.” Fergus soaked the words with fictional sugar. Enough so that the transient had started to open the door to the car. Until a figure blurred into movement and the shadow appeared behind him. A cruel bout of cold female giggles behind him. Pale hands moved out to crack the transient’s neck, and then Fergus laid his eyes on the one thing he had thought gone forever.

The kind façade dripped into pure ire, “Ye always were a sore loser sister.” Fergus hissed before he speedily drew out his gun to shoot at her. Of course, he had missed as she taunted him further away from the street lights. “You’ll never catch me Fergie. I’m freee.” Fergus left the car and grabbed the suitable tools to finish his sister once and for all. The man trudged further away from the gift of light as he shot into the darkness. The things his bullets stroke down were true, but he couldn’t see well enough.

“Listen here ye lil gormless git. Get out here now.” He growled finger on the trigger. “Shoulda known you were ginna do this.” The anger rant started, but soon even her tyrannical giggles ceased. All noise had stopped and then he realized the park he had ventured into was thicker. There was no car behind him. No stupid fake picture that swung across the dashboard. No dead hobo.

Something hit him like a freight truck and it most certainly wasn’t the hobo. Grace snarled down to him while the blood dropped off her chin onto his face. “Tag you’re it.” Her jugular was in his grip as he started to squeeze while she laughed at him. Finally, he was able to subdue her with the loud pop of her neck and thud of her body. One he held the knife in his hands that he aimed to carve into her. He glanced around in dismay. She was gone. Vanished into the thick fog around them.

“GRACE!” Fergus yelled as he felt the rage ignite in the core of his being. Calculatingly he moved forward at an even pace and listened to what was around him. He heard an unwelcomed thumping noise. Where was he? More importantly, where was Grace?

#[muse:fergus malicer]#[bio]#[verse:spn]#[verse:maledictus]

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wincestshippingtrash2 · 5 years

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Writing Uncomfortable Subjects

Some thoughts on this post,

“ you’re not entitled to a constant stream of uninspired feel-good pap. not in your music, not in your television, and certainly not in your books. “

A constant stream of feel-good pap is the very petri dish in which odious thought processes are allowed to grow unchecked. This feel-good pap is the Soma of Brave New World. Give the Proletariat their happy drugs, in this case, meaningless media rife with pretty people with petty problems and impeccably whitened teeth, and they won’t question the rising shit-storm of discontent, maltreatment of the lower classes, or other unpleasant subjects like sexism, racism, and homophobia.

Interestingly enough, despite the extreme right-wing assertion (kowtowed to by Bumblr) that erotica is a terrible, no good, awful, and very bad thing, the place where I curtail certain uncomfortable subjects the most stringently is in erotic writing. In spite of the fact that characters in the Naughty Netherworld universe are always banging, group sex is far more common than one-on-one couplings, and much of the action takes place in an arena where wild BDSM play is acted out for an audience, there are a few things that will never be described explicitly in these otherwise uninhibited tales.

These things are:

Any kind of non-consensual sex

Any kind of dub-con encounters. Even though there is no shortage of bondage, the characters are one hundred percent on board, and it’s obvious.

Sex with minors.

These stories are very inclusive. I hate labeling them as “interracial,” which is a keyword that I do use when publishing on Kindle. I also hate feeling that I need to include a label such as “BBW.” People of all races are just people, and large women are just people. Unfortunately, we don’t yet live in a world that is quite so inclusive, and so I do feel the need to use what I deem fetishizing keywords to promote the Naughty Netherworld brand.

One of my main reasons for using such keywords is to let people know that these stories are for them. I would not be the first person to be sick and tired of trying to find a good romantic or spicy erotic read, only to discover that it’s rife with Barbie and Ken lookalikes with a few department store manikins thrown in as supporting characters. I want a realistic selection of people, even if some of those people happen to be shape-shifting alien sex fiends.

I want to read about the five-foot-tall, 100-pound elf prince falling in love with the six-foot-tall, 400-pound human baker who has lost her belief in magic. (This is one of the few monogamous couplings in the Naughty Netherworld sagas.)

I want to read about the geeky ginger film fan and the strong, sinewy Japanese vampire (both male) falling wildly in love and enjoying introducing newcomers to their extremely spicy world together.

I want to read about the powerful, six-foot-tall, dark and intimidatingly beautiful mad scientist and sorceress redeeming herself to her tiny and deceptively strong, smart as a whip Asian wife.

However, these characters weren’t out there. So Team Netherworld created them.

Do subjects such as racism, sexism, and homophobia make appearances in these stories?

Yes. In Carnal Invasion VI, Kali and Nyx recall their first meeting. Nyx, who is, in reality, one of the shape-shifting extraterrestrials, adopted the form of a badly burned “comfort girl” and she and her fellow extraterrestrials rescued the trafficked women and girls from the “comfort station”. In the same book, Kali recalls allowing herself to be taken prisoner in a death camp where she uses her powers to raise the dead and destroy the place. She suffers abuse at the hands of the guards.

Due to the explicit erotica inherent to these stories, there were no exact descriptions of the abuse endured by Kali at the guards’ hands. Had this not been an explicitly erotic story, the offenses against Kali would likely have been described in greater detail. However, I wanted to be sure that no-one would be tempted to confuse sexualized abuse with erotic bondage and role-playing.

I like to think that the Naughty Netherworld stories are feel-good stories--very joyful, smutty stories for a mature audience. The characters in these stories are much more accepting of those who are not considered conventionally attractive than real people are. In spite of occasional heavy subject matter, the general spirit of these tales is a fun-filled sexy romp among dirty-minded friends.

However, there are those who would say such stories should not be allowed. Some would frame the work as being “sinful.” Some might postulate that homosexual activity is “unnatural.” Still others might be opposed to the “mixing of the races.” Some might be angered by the idea of women in positions of power. Some might proclaim that describing larger characters as sexy and desirable is “glorification of obesity” or some such rubbish.

People of various sizes, shapes, nationalities, and races exist. Not everyone looks like a fashion doll or an impossibly thin, heavily Photoshopped model. In fact, the majority of people do not bear any resemblance to the glossy images we have been told we are supposed to resemble. Human sexuality has a spectrum. Not everyone is heterosexual, and being heterosexual is not morally superior to being homosexual, bisexual, or asexual.

People are not perfectly unblemished. People can have scars, moles, crooked teeth, funny noses, wrinkles, structural anomalies, any number of so-called “imperfections.” Not all people are perfectly able-bodied. Some have lost limbs. Some have conditions which impair their mobility. Many deal with invisible impairments, including psychiatric conditions. A fair number of the characters in the Carnal Invasion series are working through PTSD due to past abuses.

The point being that feel-good stories are all fine and good, but stories are not there just to entertain, they are there to educate. If every story was completely sanitized of any uncomfortable topic, the literary world would be gutted. We would be left with nothing but a bunch of meaningless, watered-down twaddle.

Evil characters who do bad things SHOULD make you angry. They should make you think.

A world where no-one thinks is a dangerous place indeed.

~Cie~

#carnal invasion #naughty netherworld press #writing about difficult topics

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Yet another shrunkyclunks drabble:

“Well, if it isn’t Grant Stevens himself.” Bucky takes a deep pull from his beer and gives Steve a hard look.

“Buck, I’m sorry. Please let me explain.” The man – Bucky has no idea who he really is – stands before him in worn-in jeans and light gray t-shirt that is at least one size too small, showing off the physique that drew Bucky to him in the first place.

Bucky’s on beer number two of a six pack. He’d left work early to finally surprise his boyfriend at work. They’d been seeing each other for a few months, and “Grant” was spending more nights in Bucky’s bed than in his own. The night before, Bucky’d been balls-deep inside of Grant, holding both of them on edge.

“You like that, baby?” Bucky whispered, thrusting hard and deep, holding himself still while stroking Grant’s cock.

“Yeah,” Grant gasped. “I love it. I love you.”

Bucky froze, eyes wide, and so did Grant. He had thick blonde lashes that framed his dark blue eyes, and Bucky could see the fear in them, and the sincerity.

“I –”

Bucky held still, breath caught in his throat.

“I do,” Grant said. “I love you.”

Bucky’s answering smile was brilliant, and he’d kissed the breath out of Grant before giving the man a proper response.

“I love you,” Bucky said.

Several orgasms later, Bucky held Grant in his arms, and the two talked about their future in low, hushed tones.

“I never thought I could have this,” Grant said, his fingers gripping tight onto Bucky’s shoulder. “Never thought I could have something so beautiful.”

Bucky couldn’t believe it himself some days. Here he was, just some jerk from Brooklyn, barely holding his head above water as a bartender slash would-be scientist, and he had the world’s kindest, gentlest, hottest man in his bed, asking to stay.

Fast forward to today, when Bucky’d begged Dugan to take his shift and spent a solid hour on Google trying to figure out exactly which wall street firm Grant worked for before setting off with a handful of flowers and Grant’s favorite coffee order. The plan was to sweep Grant clean off his feet, taking him for an afternoon in the park, before dinner at their favorite Italian restaurant, asking Grant to move in, and wrapping up with (fingers crossed) the pair of them naked and sweaty until one or both of them passed out.

It was a solid plan.

One that went straight to shit once Bucky got to the 48th floor at Lehman Brothers and found Grant Stevens – a middle-aged, pasty white man with dead eyes and a receding hairline.

There was no other Grant Stevens in all of the city, of that Bucky was sure. He’d called Becs at the station to double check.

“He’s the only one?” Bucky’d asked, disbelief clouding his voice.

“The one and only,” Becca’d responded. While Bucky’d spent four years in the military, Becca’d gone to school for criminal justice and ended up as a beat cop back in their old neighborhood. Both of the Barnes kids grew up with a strong belief in working hard, playing hard, and giving back.

“Who is this guy, anyway?” Becca’d asked.

Bucky couldn’t help the bitter tone in his voice.

“No one,” Bucky answered. “Just the guy I was gonna spend the rest of my life with.”

He’d hung up the phone, popped over to Mr. Garcia’s for a six pack, returned home and began what, if he had anything to do with it, would become the greatest pity party of all of 2017.

“Please let me explain,” Grant says, his eyes pleading with Bucky.

“Explain what?” Bucky asks. “That your name isn’t actually Grant Stevens? That you don’t really work for a finance and investment firm?” And then a thought occurs to Bucky that is so terrible it can only be true.

“Oh my God, “ Bucky says. “You’re not out. Ohhh, fuck me. Fuck me!” he cries, balling his hair in both fists.

“Buck, please.”

“Oh God, that’s it,” Bucky says. “You’re not actually out. That’s why you’ve been lying, because no one knows you’re gay.”

“Bi,” Grant says.

“Whatever. I can’t believe I did this. Who even am I?” (It’s worth noting here that Bucky was the founder and inaugural president of Brooklyn High School’s LGBTQIA+ club. He’d been out since he’d cut his baby teeth.)

“I’m Captain America,” Grant blurts, and Bucky stares at him, and then laughs.

“Wow, buddy, you really don’t know when to quit.”

“I – I get it. You’re mad at me. I deserve that.”

Bucky’s head starts spinning because, yeah, okay, the guy is built. He’s got muscles on his muscles. But if Bucky’d been fucking Captain America for the last six months, wouldn’t he have known that?

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Tell me another one, pal.”

At that moment, Becca bursts through his front door.

“Bucky! Bucky!! Oh my god, you’re not going to believe –“ She cuts herself off when she sees Grant, turning to look at her with sad, pleading eyes.

“Oh, God. Oh my God,” she whispers.

“Becs, I love you, but this is a terrible time.”

“No, Buck, you don’t understand. I – I ran the aliases on that name you gave me. ‘Grant Stevens,’” she says, looking right at Grant.

“Bucky,” Grant says. “I – I’m sorry. I should go.” His shoulders sag, and the part of Bucky that’s come to know this man, come to love him, that part keens a little for hurt he can see on Grant’s face and in his eyes. In the set of his shoulders.

But the rest of him….

“Yeah, that’s a good idea, pal. Hit the bricks.”

“Bucky!” Becca hisses. “You don’t know who that is.”

“And that’s the problem!” Bucky says, throwing his hands up. “That’s exactly the problem. You want a beer?” he asks, picking up the bottle from the table and draining it.

“No, and you’ve had enough,” Becca says.

“I’ll just –“ Grant says, indecisive. “I’ll go.”

“You’ll stay,” Becca says, and starts fiddling with her phone while Bucky cracks open a fresh beer. “You need to see this,” she says, thrusting her phone into Bucky’s hand.

Grant winces as the video begins to play.

“Most of you know me as Captain America.” The man on the video is sitting opposite of Ellen in his suit, the cowl covering most of his face. Cap reaches up and undoes the chin strap, pulling off the cowl.

“What most of you don’t know, is that I’m bisexual. I know this is a surprise to many of you. It’s not something that I’ve felt the need to speak about in the past. To be honest, I don’t really understand why anyone cares.” At that point, Ellen reaches out and lays a hand over his, squeezing.

“I wouldn’t normally speak out about my personal life,” he says. “It’s just that – it makes it hard to have a relationship with someone when you can’t be honest about who you are.”

“Captain,” Ellen says, a mischievous smile playing across her face. “Does that mean that there is someone special?”

The man in the chair flushes, and Bucky melts. It’s the same look that Grant gets anytime Bucky compliments him on something other than his physique.

“That’s…private,” he says, flushing bright.

“Well I am going to take that as a yes,” Ellen says, and the crowd cheers.

“I’d be lucky to have him,” he says, looking right at the camera. Right at Bucky.

“Oh,” Bucky breathes out.

“Yeah,” Becca says.

“I’m – should I…?” Steve says, and Becca and Bucky stare at him with eyes the same shade of worn denim.

“I’m…I’m gonna go,” Becca says, taking her phone back from Bucky.

“Ma’am” Steve says, sketching a bow.

“Captain,” Becca replies, blushing bright. “Buck, you better call mom. She already knows why I’m here.”

“Beccaaaaaa,” Bucky whines.

“I can buy you a few hours,” she says, closing the door behind her.

Bucky stares at Steve, and suddenly so many things make sense. The way he’s never able to answer his phone, and the constant work trips out of town. The times he’s come home from one, wrung out and needy, all but begging Bucky to take control, to let him surrender his burden, to let Bucky take his weight.

“So,” Steve says. “I – I’m so sorry, Bucky. You’re the first person in a very long time who actually liked me. I was - I was afraid,” he says, his shoulder slumping. “I didn’t think you’d like – who I – who I am. I’m sorry.”

Bucky gives him another one of those hard looks. “You’re not forgiven,” Bucky says. “You can’t – you don’t build a relationship on lies. You know that, right Grant? I mean, Steve?” The look he gives Steve promised hell to pay, but it promises nonetheless.

“I know,” Steve says. “I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry.”

“Well as long as you’re sorry,” Bucky says, and crosses the room to crowd into Steve’s space. “As long as you’re sorry.”

Steve retreats until he’s backed against the wall, but Bucky is relentless.

“What can I do?” Steve asks. “How can I make it up to you?”

Bucky tilts his head, considering, before he leans up the couple of inches and presses his mouth against Steve’s.

He still tastes the same. And that – that is when it all clicks for Bucky.

Grant, Steve, it doesn’t matter. This is still the same man who eats his pancakes with way too much syrup, who sings terrible commercial jingles in the shower and who yields to Bucky in every way, giving Bucky everything he’s ever asked for, without hesitation.

That he’s also saved the world a number of times seems incidental.

Licking into Steve’s mouth, Bucky’s mind races with the hundred things he’d like to do the man before him. The hundred ways he’d like to take this man apart. It’s heady, having that kind of power, but it’s humbling, knowing that Steve gives it to him.

“For starters,” Bucky whispers into his mouth. “You’re gonna get on your knees and you’re gonna show me that you’re sorry.”

Steve makes a soft sound in the back of his throat and Bucky feels his hips arch forward, seeking friction.

“And then?” Steve asks, his voice already high and breathy.

“That depends,” Bucky answers, drawing back to look at Steve. “Can you introduce me to Bruce Banner?”

Two hours later, Bucky rolls off of Steve, panting hard.

“You know you’re the actual worst,” Steve says, bringing his arms around Bucky’s waist, kissing into the sweat on Bucky’s brow.

“You’re the one who loves me,” Bucky says, not thinking through his smart response. It earns him a hot, hard kiss from Steve.

“I do,” he says. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

#ficlet #chicklette writes things #shrunkyclunks

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