#𝐢. out of character.

[hedefects]

okay actually i am having more thoughts. and i think i'm gonna rework tfa a little bit. we're shoved into the first order semi-ruling the galaxy right from the jump but i just think it'd make more sense if it focused on the resistance and tfo both in their early stages?? anyway this is for me to come back to

smth smth finn defecting and leia molding him into the resistance's mouthpiece as she goes to the galactic republic and attempts to warn them of how the first order will only bring chaos and a fascist rule to the galaxy. the republic kind of rolling their eyes bc no way leia organa's leading another rebellion and tfo is middling at best, it's an annoyance that no one is taking seriously. finn tells his story to anyone who'll listen, going between various chambers and senators and rulers and garnering financial support for the resistance. the republic STILL refusing to see. half the galaxy scoffing at the resistance, the other half nervously watching because so many children have gone missing, smaller nations under seige as the first order grows and grows and nobody can truly understand WHY this seemingly small military state is expanding so quickly. there being rumors of entire villages and planets falling under the first order and leia battling via politics. the galaxy watching as hosnian prime was exploded before their very eyes.

tlj would instead then focus on the resistance building its forces in the face of tfo's new rule. leia decides its no longer time to allow things to move passively, and sends rey to collect. THAT STUPID OLD MAN DOESN'T SAY NO, HE COMES BC HIS SISTER IS ASKING FOR THE FIRST TIME AND WHEN WOULD HE EVER DENY HER? the first order barely recognizing the resistance as anything other than a fools dream and its that underestimation that allows the resistance to grow as it takes in survivors of hosnian prime and the surplus of volunteers who are infuriated and have lost their homes, their families to the first order. skirmishes across the galaxy begin to break out and finn moves to a more physical role with the pathfinders. these skirmishes often differ in how they end — sometimes its bloody on both ends, sometimes troopers begin to turn on their captains and commanders, taking them down and allowing resistance members to flee. the troopers all whisper about fn2187 who became finn. this is important. the battle comes to a head when the first order finds out about the resistance's base and decide to turn starkiller onto dqar, leading into the resistance destroying starkiller. leia and luke have been training rey (and sometimes finn) in the way of the force this whole time btw. rey and kylo fight — she takes off an arm, but they have to evacuate before rey can continue. starkiller is destroyed and the first order is dealt a critical blow as their base of command is destroyed.

tros then focusing on luke and rey vs kylo and the knights of ren. as poe and finn continue to handle these odd battles with the first order troops, rey manages to continuously run into the knights of ren bc she and luke have begun to look for other force sensitives across the galaxy. snoke/kylo have wiped a lot out (those who weren't typically joined the kor) but rey can feel some of the others within the force, and she gathers her allies. finn helps to incite a trooper rebellion within the first order, his brothers and sisters rising up against their oppressors. rey and her new band of brethren, middling and small but mighty as their passion has grabbed the force's attention, take on the knights of ren/kylo. kylo, villain to the end, puppet of snoke, is taken prisoner — he's left at leia's mercy, and she and luke manage to cut him off from the force entirely, leaving him near defenseless. he's meant to spend the rest of his days in prison. final battle is shot in two different scenes, rey vs snoke who spends the entire fight telling rey she's pure darkness, a rabid rat who'd chew off her own tail to survive, look at what she did to her parents and all she could do to the galaxy. she is stronger than them all and why not grab that power, allow herself to fall into the shadows, surround herself in the safe dark? rey rebukes him, stating there's more than light and dark and that's where she resides. she kills him. / finn reunites with zeroes, of his own old squad, who's been reconditioned numerous times but has never once forgotten about fn2187. rebellions rise at the same moment across all four current active first order dreadnoughts, and combined w the resistance's forces, the first order falls in the same moment. the end i just rewrote the sequels

[muutosarchive]

another update on @avemaria !

note this isn't usually something we would air out online but this is truly for our friends and the people missing nova, and whom she misses very much!

long overdue for some, but nova has been home from rehab and the hospital settling for almost a month now and has been undergoing lots &. lots of therapy. (ot, pt, st). if anybody doesn't know yet, by the way, my fiance (nova, avemaria) had a stroke in late april. she asked me to make the update.

she's getting home care in addition to outpatient therapy at the same hospital she was a temp resident at for the month she was there, in the neuro program which was highly spoken of.

her walking is the closest to business as usual. she doesn't need the walker inside and uses it outside for safety but i think it may also be phased out. she can walk around, her balance is good and her strength is awesome. on that front, the same can be said about her right hand strength. she can stand &. do things like shower, do the dishes, and other hygiene related tasks.

she can't so much feel some of her right fingers yet, but all-in-all she's getting stronger, mostly dealing with lack of coordination &. the last few fingers are still weak but the progress is amazing, and she is now figuring out more intricate things like tying laces.

her speech is getting so much better, but due to the affected part of the brain we know this is gonna be the hardest. but it's certainly far ahead of what's expected so far. she's saying so much more &. writing with a pen, which compared to the hospital has improved so much. i cannot be prouder at how she's progressing, &. she can converse so much easier now. improvement is clear with every day that passes, and now we're even texting which is also increasing. she uses the microphone sometimes but it's also good practice. generally she's just so fucking great, and is doing so well !! she misses you, she's kind of afraid you'll all be gone when she gets back, but she's working so hard to get back here to do what she loves to do. <3 <3

[greatloss]

hilariously, i do not fundamentally agree that five wouldn't under any circumstances homewreck any one of his siblings because he is incredibly maladjusted and i don't think he'd consider the ramifications of hurt it could cause considering all the other hurts their family have survived and i don't think he'd take it seriously at all and also he is an asshole <3 however! it is insane that they expect me to believe he would just peace out under any circumstances across any and every timeline and leave his family to face an apocalypse alone, as if he wouldn't sooner die trying to save them, let alone that he'd abandon them because the person he homewrecked one of them for hurt his feelings. as if his family has not been the center of his universe axis of his entire self for half a century.

[33goosey]

hello to all of my new mutuals, i offer you one out of touch vault dweller.

[pateredere]

PATER • EDERE

father. to eat. also see: park jeongho.

INTRO / DOSSIER / CONNECTIONS

[cruelprincae]

I went to the beach and I hated it because my Mediterranean complexion isn't used to this much sun ( I got burned :D ) so like this for a thing of Cardan complaining about the summer. >:( This Prince does not like the sun and not when it turns him red

[rottenberries]

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[chososrightnipple]

❝𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲.❞

: ̗̀➛ overview: telling various anime characters you want a baby.

: ̗̀➛ tw; afab!reader w/no gendered language. mentions of pregnancy and getting pregnant, first scenario is nsfw (w/ lowk breeding kink) but the rest are sfw. intentional lowercase!

── დ ──

he pauses, glancing over to you. there's a certain change in his expression that you can't decipher. something in the way his feet shuffle and his shoulders tense, in the way his eyes just barely squint and his tongue darts out to lick at his lips.

"you want a.. baby?" he repeats. the last word comes out strained, as if he was choking on the idea. the idea of you staring down at a positive pregnancy test, the idea of you waddling around the house, the idea of you carrying his child.

you nod, eyeing his form in the kitchen. when your eyes meet his, he looks away and back down to the dishes in front of him. "i want your baby," you correct, almost shyly.

he audibly gulps, setting down the dish he was washing with a dull thump of glass against sink. his hands grip at the granite counter and he tilts his head backward. a long exhale escapes him. there's a pause in the air, only for a few seconds. you, sat on the couch, face flushed and wondering if your confession was a mistake, and him standing silent in the kitchen.

"my baby." he repeats. tasting the way the words sit on his tongue. toying with the implications, the ideas floating around in his head. for a brief moment, a vision of you fucked out and actually dripping with his cum flashes before his eyes.

the man shudders visibly and forces himself to take a deep breath. in, then out, and in again.

he turns around and leans against the granite counter, crossing his tense arms over his chest. this time, when you go to meet his eyes, you find his gaze is already boring into yours. there's an air of certainty around him, something that leaves you feeling strangely breathless. hooded eyes never leaving yours, jaw ticking and lips turning upwards, almost smugly.

he brings a shaky hand up to run through his hair. pushing back stray strands and ruffling. you can't tell if the action is out of nerves or if he's just struggling that hard with holding himself back.

"hm. guess i'll have to make you one then."

↳ (jjk) toji fushiguro, geto suguru, gojo satoru, (mha) keigo takami, dabi, aizawa shouta, shigaraki tomura, (kny) sanemi shinazugawa, tengen uzui

── დ ──

you can feel his entire body tense behind you after you blurt the words out. the arms around your waist tightening their hold, the legs entangled with yours going rigid. even the small breaths that fan your neck momentarily pause, and you suddenly feel cold.

"sweetheart?" you whisper out, wondering if you had made some kind of mistake admitting your desire for a baby. that maybe you guys aren't ready for that conversation, yet.

from behind you, he exhales sharply, a small noise escaping his throat. then, the hands on your waist are suddenly gripping into your skin, and he's haphazardly maneuvering you until your face to face with him. no longer spooning, but rather brushing noses and sharing breaths.

"what did you just say?" the words are muttered, whispered like a secret only you two share.

he's staring at you with such a look that every nerve under your skin begins to burn. it's more than affection, more than desire, more than love. like he never wants to look away, like he can stand witness to the expansion of the universe just from looking into your eyes.

you swallow harshly, a hand coming up to play with the back of his hair. something to ground you back to reality. he preens at the touch, and you can feel a shiver rack through him.

"i said i want to have a baby." you hum, soft and sweet.

his eyes fall shut and he leans his forehead against yours. the grip he has on your waist tightens, his other hand beginning to run up and down your back. as if he's struggling to keep his head out of the clouds just as much as you are.

"really? you wanna start a family with me?" he chokes the words out, as if the utter idea of it seems impossible. as if you'd never want him, want the life he's also been daydreaming about.

you cusp at his cheek, thumbing at the soft skin. something warm fills you, every inch of your body, tingling at your fingertips. you think about it all over again- him, a father, running around a fenced in yard, chasing a giggling toddler, the smell of lunch cooking in the background. and you, watching it all from a swing on the porch. how could you not want that?

you smile, "honey, i want to start a life with you."

↳ (jjk) yuta okkotsu, megumi fushiguro, nanami kento, choso kamo, (mha) natsuo todoroki, toshinori yagi, (kny) obanai iguro, tomioka giyuu, rengoku kyujuro

── დ ──

the car tires squeal as he briefly loses control of the wheel, jerking it to the left and just barely missing the concrete lane divider. your grip onto your seatbelt, and the only reason you don't go flying forward is the arm of your lover jutting out in front of you. with a small curse, he straightens out the car and hits the brakes.

the car behind you beeps angrily, though he only waves them off through the window before focusing back on the road. it's silent for a few seconds, the two of you catching you breaths and trying to quiet the loud heartbeat of adrenaline. you begin to think that blurting out your want for a baby while on the road wasn't the brightest idea.

the man sitting beside you finally speaks up a few moments later. his words come out breathless and high pitched. "a baby?! like... a real one?"

you snap your head towards him and, in irritation, begin to slap at his shoulder and arm. "are you kidding!? you almost kill us and that's the first thing you say to me?! i'm being serious! i want a baby!"

he whines, weakly fending off your attacks with his other hand. "oka- okay! stop hitting me, jesus!" he groans, attention diverted between the green light in front of him and your pouting face.

you finally relent after one final slap and huff in annoyance. crossing you arms and slouching against the passenger seat like a toddler who hasn't been given their way.

he eyes you from the drivers seat with a wobbly lip. trying desperately to hold back the laugh brewing inside of him, knowing it'll only serve to annoy you further. he seems to have a special talent at that.

"stop pouting, c'mon now. look at me, love." he coos, taking one of his hands off the wheel and instead using it to caress your cheek. tapping at your nose, twirling at your hair, then gripping your chin and tilting it toward him.

he spares a brief glance toward you, not wanting to take his eyes off of the road for too long. "you really want a baby? i'll give you one, yeah? i'll trash the condoms myself as soon as we get home. how's that sound?"

you roll your eyes, but he can see the amusement cracking through your expression bit by bit. then, finally, you smile. small at first, before it splits wide across your lips. he awes audibly, pinching at your cheeks before you slap his hand away.

yeah, he doesn't think he'd mind a baby with you. not if they got your pretty little smile (and, hopefully, something of his, too).

↳ (jjk) yuji itadori, gojo satoru, ino takuma, (mha) keigo takami, hizashi yamada, mirio togata, (kny) tengen uzui

[muutosarchive]

GENERAL STARTER CALL . . . like for something short, secret menu available (please specify muse + pairings if you're a multi!)

[sqgeism]

Omg i just read your touch starved! reader with anaxa, mydei, and dan heng and loved the way you characterized themmm!

could you please do one with anaxa (and anyone else you like), maybe theyre comforting their s/o (reader) when theyre so stressed they kinda go nonverbal? maybe curl up somewhere comfy

plz dont do if this makes you uncomfortable in any way!! please and ty

keep up the great work!!!!!

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 𝐢 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | various hsr men x gender neutral reader

love mail — hiiiii anonnie!!!! thank you thank you so much (o´▽`o)ﾉ ♡ i'm more than happy to do this, gosh i've missed writing for hsr ! mydei's a bit forced since i wanted to do jus anaxa and phainon, but i tried regardless (*´∇｀)ﾉ posting this at 1am i'm going crazy.. when was the last time i posted four times in one day.. inspo for the song is zombie girl by adrianna lenker. characters in order: anaxa, phainon, mydei

anaxa knows there are times where words can fail a person, and there's no real way to express the way one is feeling in a moment. he's spent so long grieving in silence, he'd understand that feeling better than anyone.

so when you're sitting alone on the couch, just laying there, staring at the wall.. anaxa doesn't try to immediately get you to talk. instead, he sits on the floor by your head, leaning his back against the couch and looks at you. "bad day?" he watches you nod, and continues. "is there anything you need? blankets, water, anything?"

you shuffle on the couch a bit, making enough room for him to lay with you as you pat the free space. his one good eye shows hesitance in his reflection, however he slowly makes his way and slides up next to you. the best he does is one arm wrapped around you and the other is used as a pillow underneath his head. (he figures you need all the couch pillows)

"i don't mind the one sided conversation, i.. i know what it's like, just wanting to be understood without speaking." anaxa already knows, rubbing your sides since your back is pressed up against the backrest. he doesn't care that he's about to fall, just as long as he hasn't. "if you need me to do anything to help you feel comfortable, i'm.. here. research can wait."

with those words, it's followed by you reaching out to him and having your fingertips halt, just before touching the edges of the star-shaped hole in his chest. he stares down at where you're about to make contact, then he looks back at you — with trust never seen in him before.

you slowly trace the outline of the galaxy-like void, and anaxa can't help but feel his heart race. he's never been vulnerable like this before, even if he was your lover. it was all slow, steady steps as you both navigated your relationship.

but in this moment, consumed by delicate touch of your fingertips and completely yours, he can't help it. he can't stop his heart from racing and he can't stop the undoubtedly, ever growing love for you.

he loves you, he loves you so much. and in that moment, he's slowly realizing he'll be ready to do anything for you. anaxa just needs to come to proper terms with that, in his own time.

phainon knew something was wrong the moment you walked through that door, and he immediately started calculating in his mind what to do. get you good food? make you a bath? do all your chores?

he's found a solution when you practically toss yourself at him, catching you in his caring arms as he feels his heart melt. he always knew you as — not exactly a ray of sunshine — but definitely not as gloomy as this. the silence is new, but he pays no mind to it, letting out a subtle grunt as he begins to carry you to the bedroom.

he slips off your shoes for you, clumsily tossing them to the shoerack while giving you a smile; promising to fix it later. "was that red bastard giving you a hard time again, asking you where i was?" phainon tries to joke, not minding the fact you don't answer, and relish in the way you lean your head against him.

it isn't long till your boyfriends warmth is replaced by a comfy mattress, but it also isn't long for it to come right back — as he positions himself between your legs, and has his head pressed against your stomach — head tilted up to you like a lovesick puppy.

"i wonder what could've made you upset today," he wonders aloud, tracing patterns on your stomach as you close your eyes, just letting yourself drown in the sheets and the familiar weight of phainon ontop of you. "whatever it is, just know you're here now. i'm here and i won't be going anywhere, okay?"

he smiles at you, hands caressing your hips as he hums to himself. "if you need me, i'm all yours."

when a battle goes wrong, it doesn't tend to affect you. yes, you worry for comrades and the final outcome — but it's never been enough to completely make you freak out. after all, you know you'll win eventually.

that changes when you watch someone get close enough to mydei's weak spot, the only way to kill him for good. and the sight haunts you deep to your core, dropping everything to stop that blade from going through the last person you had.

and mydei understands that, he likely would've had the same reaction in your position. but the battle had taken such a toll on you, that you had just.. gone quiet on him.

he doesn't mind, not at all. he won't blame you for being horrified at the idea of losing someone you love. so he has you safely tucked in his arms, your back pressed against his bare chest and both his arms and legs 'cage' you. he's got a book infront of you, and he's been reading it out ever since you two got back home.

you once told him that despite being a man who yells out war cries, his voice is surprisingly.. gentle. like he could bring even the fiercest warriors to a deep slumber. so he's made it a habit, reading to you until you fall asleep. it's a deadly combo when he opts to hold the book with one hand, and decides to play with your hair using the other. which is what he's doing right now.

mydei can feel your head slipping against him, and although you've said nothing to him the whole day.. it's the most reassuring thing. that despite your stress and terror, he is yet again, your safe place. just as you are his sanctuary amidst a war.

as your eyes close and you're welcomed into the arms of a good nights rest, mydei drops the book completely and instead wraps his arms around you. falling asleep with you too in hopes to meet you in a better place, your dreams.

[kxsagi]

Heyyyy precious. Low-key want to request reader with a underground band that is suddenly blowing up but they never told the boys. (Everyone you want but please Hyoma, Yukimiya + Itoshi dudes)

Like they had this band for a while but they never said anything and the band wasn't famous until they started making hit after hit and that's how they find out (thanks even if you don't do it 🙏)

“𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 ‘𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥”

a/n: more rockstar gf! reader? OH I AM LIVING FOR IT

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, chigiri hyoma, yukimiya kenyu, isagi yoichi, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei

itoshi rin

finds out through your spotify page. 

you left your laptop open and he just wanted to queue music, but then sees you’re logged into a verified artist account with millions of streams. 

stares at the screen like it personally offended him. 

walks into the room like: “hey. wanna explain why you're casually outperforming the entire j-pop industry?” 

he’s not mad. just deeply, emotionally confused. like “when were you doing this? we live together.” 

you say “after you go to bed” and he’s like “i go to bed at 2 AM???" "... when you're at practice."  

starts watching your live shows in secret like it’s surveillance footage. 

sends you a single text after your band hits billboard: “guess i’m dating a rockstar. don’t let it go to your head.” 

plays your songs when he thinks you’re not home. you are. you record him. he never forgives you. 

itoshi sae

finds out during a random interview when the host says “your girlfriend’s band is incredible, by the way.” 

sae: “what.” 

sae: “excuse me.” 

sae: “whose girlfriend?” 

goes home, opens youtube, and finds a video titled “HOT GIRL SHREDS GUITAR WITH HER TEETH (and it’s kinda sexy)” 

pauses at 0:03. it’s you. 

calls you with the calmest voice ever: “is there a reason why you’re leading a cult on stage and no one told me?” 

you go “i thought you’d be chill about it” and he goes “this is beyond chill. this is grammy nomination level. i need a minute.” 

insists on getting free tickets to your shows even though you always offer him VIP. 

ends up becoming the mysterious hot boyfriend in the crowd who dips after the encore. 

lets you have your spotlight but still flexes a little when people connect the dots. 

chigiri hyoma

chigiri was just trying to eat his lunch when he saw your face on a Time Out Tokyo article titled “Meet the Band Taking Over Asia’s Underground Scene.” 

drops the spoon. 

reads the article with the intensity of someone researching for a thesis. 

calls you mid-interview, whispers: “you’re so hot i actually need to sit down. are you kidding me.” 

gets way too excited. 

insists on learning your setlist so he can scream-sing it in the front row. 

becomes the dude holding up a “SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND” sign at your gigs. 

posts after every one of your performances captioned: “dating the main character. sorry.” 

makes you autograph the back of his thigh once and got it tattooed. zero shame. 

yukimiya kenyu

finds out because a luxury fashion brand asked if he wanted to model with your band. 

goes “oh wow, they’re blowing up fast” and then sees your face on the moodboard. 

audibly gasps. 

takes off his sunglasses in shock, indoors. 

“love. are you a full-time rock goddess and i’m just finding out like this?” 

gets dramatically offended you never asked him to take your promo pics. 

immediately offers to do your PR, plan your brand deals, and get your band a skincare sponsorship. 

subtly matches his outfits to your stage looks. 

becomes that boyfriend who answers interview questions on your behalf: “she’s too humble to say it, but yeah, she did sell out in five minutes. queen behavior.” 

introduces you as “japan’s coolest rockstar girl” at every party. 

isagi yoichi

finds out when he walks in on you casually practicing vocals in the garage. 

he’s like “that’s kinda good…” 

then pauses. 

“wait. why do i know these lyrics.” 

pulls out his phone and realizes the song is already in his playlist. 

you’ve been in his top 5 artists on spotify this whole time and he didn’t know it was YOU. 

stares at you like you’re an alien. 

“you’re my girlfriend AND my favorite artist?! am i living a fanfic?” 

spirals. you’re hot. you’re talented. you’re secretly famous. you’re literally a pop punk goddess. 

“so like… do i get VIP access to your concerts or do i have to cry in general admission?” 

once tackled a guy backstage for breathing too close to you. 

his lock screen? your album cover. his phone case? your lyrics. 

calls your fanbase “his in-laws.” 

kaiser michael

finds out via twitter trending. 

trending topic: “WHO IS THE LEAD SINGER IN THIS BAND AND WHY IS SHE HOT???” 

he’s like “who tf is this chick everyone’s thirsting ov–” 

zooms in. 

it’s. you. 

spits out his wine. 

immediately calls you with a perfectly calm, terrifying voice: “schatz. liebe. meine muse. care to tell me why the entire internet wants to lick your boots?” 

you go “it wasn’t that deep” and he goes: “you were wearing leather pants and singing about dominance. it was absolutely that deep.” 

watches every live show like he’s scouting you for a transfer window. 

50% impressed. 50% aroused. 100% confused why you didn’t tell him first. 

claps like a proud theater mom every time you hit a high note. 

“i’ve decided to become your groupie. my ass looks good in fishnets.” 

threatens your fans for fun. 

lowkey jealous the spotlight’s not on him but deeply in love with how you take it anyway. 

shidou ryusei

finds out because he saw a clip of your concert on tiktok where you licked the mic mid-performance. 

immediately duets it with a thirst trap and the caption: “that’s my girl. hands off unless you’ve got a death wish 💋🔪” 

comments “i taught her that tongue move btw” and gets banned for 24 hours. 

facetimes you screaming: “YOU’RE IN A BAND? A BAND?? SINCE WHEN DO YOU HAVE A WHOLE ALTER EGO THAT LOOKS LIKE A VILLAIN I’D WANNA MAKE OUT WITH???” 

starts tagging along to all your gigs like an aggressive golden retriever. 

jumps on stage once and tries to mosh with the crowd mid-ballad. 

fights your bassist in the parking lot over “stage proximity.” 

buys your merch in bulk and cuts them into crop tops. 

refers to himself as your “road boyfriend.” 

once got kicked out of a venue for throwing a fan’s sign because it said “marry me.” 

his reasoning: “that’s MY future, bitch.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[hy6erion]

Uh, consider, if you will, JayVik x artists reader? Not sure if u wrote for JayVik so if not then just Viktor’s good too!!

But uh, I’ve been drawing for my whole life and I’m kinda ass at science and I just think it’d be neat to hang out in the lab with them and be,, entirely unhelpful

I’m making little doodles of characters or flowers and they’re making magic tools for the betterment of society (very cool)

Also, it seems to b common for artists characters to also paint but i mega hate painting cause it’s evil and, the worst ™️. I mostly work with markers

Also also, I think it would b very cute if the reader just doodled Jayce n Viktor n showed them after all proud of the drawing n stuff!!

Obviously u don’t have to include everything, I kinda rambled a bit here, but uh, yeah!

Hope ur doing good :))

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐕𝐢𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⍣✰..𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

⇢ 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲/𝐧, 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐢𝐤, 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 (𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞) 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

𝐢 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟎 𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞. 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 ｡^‿^｡

The lab had become something of a second home for y/n. Not because she had any business being there—Hextech and alchemical theory went straight over her head, and she was perfectly content to keep it that way—but because of them.

Jayce and Viktor were as different as fire and steel, the kind of contrast that made their arguments legendary and their rare moments of agreement dangerous. They bickered, they teased, they pushed each other to the edge, but beneath it all was something unshakable.

And Y/n had somehow found herself tangled in the middle of it.

The stool she sat on had long since become hers by default, wedged between Viktor’s usual seat and Jayce’s endless mess of blueprints. It put her right in the crossfire of their arguments, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

At the moment, Viktor was winning—at least, if the smug little curve of his mouth was any indication.

“Jayce, you must be at least somewhat familiar with the concept of precision.”

“Don’t start with me, Vik.”

Jayce was pacing again, shirt sleeves rolled up, hands running through his hair in frustration. The moment Viktor challenged him, he had to make a show of his suffering, like the world had personally wronged him. Y/n, who had been sketching the curve of Viktor’s jaw just moments before, sighed dramatically.

“Jayce, I’m begging you to sit down before you wear a hole in the floor.”

Jayce turned to her, looking personally offended. “Y/n, love of my life, have you seen what he’s making me deal with?”

Viktor barely looked up from his work. “Making you? I was under the impression you begged for my help.”

Jayce groaned, dropping into his chair with all the weight of a man carrying the world’s burdens. “I hate both of you.”

“You love both of us,” Y/n corrected, flipping to a fresh page.

“Tragically,” Viktor added dryly.

Jayce huffed. “This is abuse.”

“It is affection.” Viktor’s hand reached out absently, fingertips grazing Jayce’s wrist before returning to his work. It was a small thing, an automatic thing, but it made y/n’s heart clench just a little.

Because that was how they were. Not just words or dramatic declarations (though Jayce was particularly good at those), but the little things—familiar touches, the way they naturally fell into each other’s space, the comfort in their presence.

She sketched the moment without thinking.

Jayce, head tipped back, exasperated. Viktor, ever smug, hand still resting against him, fingers loose. The way their bodies leaned towards each other, even in irritation.

“You’re drawing us again,” Jayce accused, though there was no heat to it.

Y/n smirked, dragging her charcoal in long, confident strokes. “Can you blame me? You two make excellent muses.”

Viktor hummed, casting her a sidelong glance. “And which one of us is your favorite muse, I wonder?”

“Oh, don’t do this,” Jayce groaned.

“Oh, but I must.”

Y/n, to her credit, considered it. “Hmm. That depends.”

Viktor quirked an eyebrow.

“On?”

“On which of you is willing to pose shirtless for my next series.”

Jayce’s head snapped up immediately. “Oh, I volunteer.”

Viktor scoffed. “Of course you do.”

“Come on, Vik, don’t pretend you don’t like showing off,” Jayce said, leaning against him now, all broad weight and smug warmth. “I like when you show off.”

Y/n watched with barely concealed amusement as Viktor shot him a long, unimpressed look—but there was a flicker of something softer in his expression, something that told her Jayce’s words weren’t entirely unwelcome.

Jayce grinned, and before Viktor could protest, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to his jaw, barely above his collar. It was quick, casual—something that had once been rare but had now become theirs. Viktor didn’t react, not visibly, but y/n caught the way his fingers stilled over his work for just a second.

It was moments like this that made her work impossible to put down.

“You two are ridiculous,” she said, though she was smiling.

“You love us,” Jayce echoed back at her, smug.

“Tragically,” Viktor deadpanned.

She laughed, shaking her head as she finally turned the sketchbook around. “Speaking of love—look.”

They did.

The pages were filled with them.

Viktor, hunched over his work, a lazy smirk on his lips. Jayce, mid-laugh, all wild joy. The way they moved around each other, the way they fit together, even when they were arguing. The way they looked at her.

And at the end—

All three of them.

Jayce, sprawled back, arms draped lazily over both of them, his usual warmth pulling them in. Viktor, against his side, head tipped slightly toward y/n, something softer there. And her, caught between them, exactly where she belonged.

There was silence.

Then Jayce exhaled. “Shit, that’s—”

“Perfect,” Viktor finished, voice quieter.

Y/n bit her lip. “Yeah?”

Jayce was already pulling her in, lifting her straight off the stool, laughing into her shoulder. “You’re insane, you know that? How did we end up with you?”

“You charmed me,” Y/n teased. “Or maybe Viktor did, I don’t know. He’s hard to resist.”

“I am,” Viktor agreed, flipping through the pages with something bordering on reverence. “And yet, it is you who captured us.”

Jayce pressed a kiss to her temple, grinning against her skin. “What do we have to do to get you to paint these?”

Y/n hummed. “Well… I do take payment in the form of physical affection.”

Jayce didn’t even hesitate before kissing her properly, pulling her into his chest with the ease of someone who knew she was his. Warmth, security, the unmistakable feel of home.

And then—before she could blink—Viktor’s hand curled against her jaw, tilting her just slightly. His kiss was softer, more controlled, but no less possessive. A silent claim, spoken through the press of lips and the steady grounding of his palm against her cheek.

When he pulled away, Jayce whistled low. “Damn.”

“Payment,” Viktor said simply.

Y/n was breathless. “That might be worth a series.”

Jayce groaned, flopping dramatically against the table. “Oh, great, now she’s inspired. We’ll never get her back.”

Viktor smirked, tugging y/n back onto his lap as she flipped through her sketchbook again.

“That,” he said, kissing the top of her head, “is a problem I am willing to have.”

[33goosey]

𝗶𝗻𝗯𝗼𝘅 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹? ✨

[cheralith]

𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥-𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞. masterlist (18+) — a blue lock horror dystopia cannibal au.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬.

you may have passed one today. you may have even held the door open for one. you may have even smiled at one today in greeting with them returning one back, with teeth that have seen more than you know.

but despite looking like you, acting like you, talking like you, their true self lurks in the shadows—monsters unveiling themselves when the time calls for it, sinking those same teeth that smiled at you today into the flesh of another and drinking blood that isn't theirs. and while you think that there's a clear line of separation between you and them, look a little closer, blink, and you'll find you're merely looking at your reflection.

in a world where cannibals are bred from the worst sentiments a person can feel, heed this warning: control your emotions and maintain your humanity, or you just might find yourself stumbling over to the other side.

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞. (about this au)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐢. dead dove do not eat: this au contains smut as well as heavy dark content with vivid descriptions of cannibalism, blood, gore, body horror/mutilation, violence, and murder. i don't know your limits, but i know mine so proceed with caution—there are and will be certain times where i do not hold back. minors/ageless blogs dni.

𝐢𝐢. this is less of one consistent story, but rather multiple fragments of stories in a singular timeline under one alternate universe. each character has their own separate reader* who they follow their own plotline with and each reader is a completely separate "character" from another reader (ie: kaiser's reader is a human, whereas karasu's reader is a cannibal). *exception of nagi & reo.

𝐢𝐢𝐢. all readers are gender-neutral and use they/them pronouns. anything with smut contains reader with female anatomy.

𝐢𝐯. this au mainly revolves around kaiser. most fics and drabbles will be associated with him and his reader. his storyline is the dominant one in this au and will be the most followed.

𝐯. there is currently no complete timeline, but this is the pace to follow as of currently. everything else outside of it are background/outside stories. (will update when necessary).

urge → compulsions → compulsions: an aftermath

𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐬.

⋇ = full fics

— michael kaiser. ⋇ compulsions ⋇ compulsions: an aftermath (ty to azrael for ask <3! @haruchiyos)

add-ons: bloody sex | tattoos | scenery | codependency | warehouse (w/ reo and nagi) | red vines (cw: bloodplay) | bite me | eat your heart out (written by my lovely ceru! @ceruark)

— isagi yoichi. ⋇ urge

— itoshi rin add-ons: about | a fair exchange | bite me

— nagi seishiro add-ons: about i | about ii | warehouse (with kaiser)

— otoya eita ⋇ bonnie and clyde

— yukimiya kenyu add-ons: about

— bachira meguru add-ons: bite me

— hiori yo add-ons: about (with karasu)

⋇ tba...

𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬.

— itoshi sae add-ons: about |

— shidou ryusei add-ons: about |

— karasu tabito add-ons: about i (with hiori) | about ii

— mikage reo add-ons: about i | about ii | warehouse (with kaiser)

⋇ tba...

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

⋇ breeding process ⋇ playlist

[sticktothestars]

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 , " 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 . " ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

a/n: *walks in, twiddling my thumbs* so i watched thunderbolts. we're just gonna say that i totally didn't fall in love with bob. AVENGERS FOUND FAMILY FANFICS ARE SO BACK GUYS. FHDSFFJ I'LL MAKE A SEPARATE POST ABOUT WHAT I THOUGHT ABOUT THE MOVIE, BUT YEAAH. I LOWKEY AM SUPER EXCITED & I CAN'T WAIT FOR YALL TO READ THIS 'CUZ I'VE BEEN HAVING THIS IDEA STUCK IN MY HEAD & IT WON'T GO AWAY. ANYWAY, IMMA STOP YAPPING NOW. ENJOOOYY!!1 (ALSO. you have the powers/fighting style of deadpool!)

paring: robert/bob reynolds x male!reader

word count: 1k+

warnings: slight spoilers for thunderbolts* if you haven't seen it. takes place post movie. slight cursing. contains a shit ton of angst & hard topics like anxiety attacks, child abuse, gore, & character death are mentioned throughout this oneshot. yeah i lowkey kind of spiraled while writing this lmfaooo.

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IF you told the [Y/N] from 3 months ago that you'd be working with the new avengers, you would've laughed HARD in your own face. Seriously. It would've lasted for like 7 minutes before you'd probably go tell you to fuck off or something. But now that you was here - saving people instead of being the one to end people for money - it felt trippy thing to even consider. Especially with the things you've done in your past. Despite your initial hesitation on even teaming up with this unstable group of people, you couldn't help but feel a LOT more happier than how you was before.

Maybe it was just the fact that saving people felt good or that you finally had a purpose in life - but no. It was something completely different. You was finally around people who understood what it felt like to not feel like they didn't deserve anything good or be stuck in an endless loop that just hurted you even more. It felt like a HUGE breathe of fresh air. Or maybe it was because you were around him like 99.99% of the time now after everything.

You met Bob in... troubling circumstances, to say the least. Bucky - a good friend of yours - contacted you while you were in New York in retirement from your mercenary past. You were honestly struggling a little. Working as an unsuspecting barista for some cozy coffee shop was nice & all, but it felt.. meaningless. So with one last second thought, you put your suit on & rode your motorcycle to a new mission. Which ended well overall, but with a lot of memories you wanted to lock away unfortunately.

But since then, the two of you have grown closer - especially since you were living together amongst the others in the Avenger's base. Bob obviously couldn't go on the missions due to not being able to control his powers all that well. You try to help him out the best you can when you're there.

...But sometimes that helping could go sideways.

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[Y/N]'s flicked open as he noticed the surroundings around him. Where was he? Just a moment ago he was sparring with Bob in the training room & then..

" Oh fuck.. " you muttered with a sigh as you realized what's happening. Your gaze fixes on a teen version of you - freshly scarred, WAY more defensive - yet afraid. Like there was something out for him. You knew what this was. You knew it all too well.

Back before you became a mercenary, you were a cage fighter in Orlando - trafficked at 7 & escaped at 16. 9 years of horror. Yeah that fucked you up pretty bad. Of course it would. But you had friends. It what kept you sane.

But they took that away too along with your dignity.

One night - when you were 16 - a new match was starting. They didn't tell you who the opponent would be. They never did. To them, it was just another body to throw away for entertainment. Having survived for so long & having so much blood on your hands, you'd think that you'd get used to it by now. But it only just got worse from there.

You stood there, watching yourself as your younger self enter the cage - a look of uneasiness on your younger self's face, tuning out the crowd of people as they cheered for blood. But you? You just wanted to know who else? Who else's blood would you have on your hands? As your opponent stumbles out into the cage with a shove from one of the guards just outside the cage, you saw your heart drop. Just by the horror on your own face.

Your opponent was your best friend, Liam. The Liam who stuck by your side through the last 9 years you've been here. The Liam who managed to make you laugh when things got that dark. The Liam who was your anchor. The Liam who you absolute adored like an older brother. You couldn't do it. You refused to. You couldn't do it if you tried.

" ... No.. No I'm not hurting him. You can't make me kill him. " You refused, backing away & banging on the cage's exit. Liam just watched you. He watched you try to figure out something. Anything to stop this match from happening. Liam knew this would happen soon. He was prepared for this. Hell, maybe he even prepared this moment from the start. You know that now. You wish you knew it sooner.

" [Y/N]. " Liam says gently, his voice calm - causing the younger you's attention to snap towards him, eyes tearing up as you tried to say something. Anything. But only a mournful silence filled between the two of you as the crowd cheered for the two of you to fight. You shook your head, keeping your head down.

" [Y/N], you have to. " Liam says gently, putting a hand on your shoulder as he approached. You just shook your head. " No- No- I-i-i can't- " You stammered out, clenching your fists so tight you felt as though you were bleeding slightly through your bandages.

" They'll kill you if you don't, kid. " Liam states. " I don't fucking care. " You say back, holding yourself close as you look back up at the 20 year old you've grown to be so attached to.

Liam sighs. " Well start caring. You're surviving. Even if it means killing me too. " The brunette says sternly.

" No! I'm not losing you! And I'm not listening to them anymore just to survive! " You call out so everyone can hear. The crowd boos, insults rolling out into the arena like a hurricane. The ringleader scoffs, motioning the guards to ready & aim at you.

Liam clocks this & horror enters his face, shielding you as bullets & sparks fly - the crowd falling silent. The bullets stop. Everything stops as a body slumps onto the ground. But it wasn't yours. It was Liam's. You stare at the hole covered body for what feels like a lifetime. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't even think straight.

Only when a guard grabs you is when you react is when you scream, absolute anguish & horror in your voice as it breaks as you're dragged out of the arena - new plans settled for you that changed your dna & life forever. The present you doesn't look away from Liam's corpse. You felt yourself spiraling within your regrets over the What If's.

What if you had let Liam kill you that day? You didn't deserve to live. Especially with the blood on your hands. The things you did without mercy. But Liam? He was kind. He was good. He deserved way better. He was so good & no one else ever got to see that goodness in him.

You scratched at the collar of your shirt, trying to force yourself to breathe but you couldn't. Everything felt so meaningless. You were meaningless. You were the problem because you couldn't keep your mouth shut.

Fuck. Everything felt so heavy. You collapsed to your knees, squeezing your eyes shut but Liam's lifeless body kept coming in again & again like a broken melody.

๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

" 'M sorry- M' so sorry- I-i should've known this would happen- I'm so fucking sorry- " A panicked & oh so familiar voice called out, snapping you out of your vision to feel Bob holding you in his arms tight as you sobbed. You hold onto his warmth, clenching his shirt. The two of you stay there for a while. Which seemed like forever. But neither one of you complained.

You sniffle slightly, letting your head nuzzle into the crook of the other's neck. And Bob just held you tighter. He couldn't let you go through this again. He couldn't bear seeing you hurt because of him.

You were probably one of the coolest people on the team, but seeing you fall apart like this felt gut wrenching. He mutters out more apologies, his chin resting on your head.

He's made everything worse again.

And to you of all people.

The man he absolutely adores.

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lowkey locked tf in on this one idk. hope yall enjoyed tho lowkey !! lemme know if yall want a part two or smthin cuz i'm down. SEND ME MORE REQUESTS PUHLEASEE.

anyways, that's it for now !! BUH BYEEE ^^

── DAMIEN ★

[s0urw00lf]

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐧’ 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐀𝐍: 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 @fandom-princess-forevermore 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚. 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐜 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

Masterlist

“Come on buck, i promise you’ll like it its one of my favorite books” you pleaded to him for the third time this week. Bucky had regrettably let it slip that he’d read the hobbit before and ever since then you’d been begging him to read Harry Potter.

You knew it’d take a lot of convincing to get Bucky to actually read something you recommended, but you hadn’t been prepared for how stubborn he’d be about it. Bucky glanced at the book you were holding out to him, not showing any kind of interest in it. Bucky looked at you still not convinced, “doll I’m not gonna read a book about a magic school, it’s not even realistic.” He said.

You gave him a look “you literally fought along side gods, aliens, wizards, and a crime fighting bug; two actually, but a school for magic is unbelievable?” You ask incredibly. You had a good point, Bucky knew that but he’d already said ‘no’ and he didn’t feel like seeing your smug smile when he read it and actually enjoyed it. But his expression told you he was still not budging.

You threw your head back with a groan, “oh come on buck, i swear it’s almost as good as the hob-“ you cut yourself off as an idea popped into your head. And Bucky saw it, the look and blew for you could even say anything “nope” he shook his head, you gave him an offended look “you didn’t even hear what i was gonna say” you defended.

He shook his head again “doesn’t matter answered no” he stood from the couch grabbing his mug and walking into the kitchen to pour himself some more coffee, you followed after “babe just hear me out please” you pleaded, at this point ready to fall to your knees. He poured the still warm coffee into his cup and turned towards tou looking defeated. “Fine tell me” he said. A smile spread on your face “what if… what if i read i to you-“ “no doll” he cut yourself off now walking back out of the kitchen. You threw your head back “oh come on buck now you’re just being stubborn” you said before following him.

“Im being just as stubborn as you honey” he defended lightly. You rolled your eyes with a sigh. “Why dont i just read you the first chapter, you can sit still long enough. And if you like it I’ll keep reading.” You tried again. “If i dont?” He asked. You sighed “if you don’t ill stop asking”

Bucky went quiet for a moment, as if weighing hour his options before he answered “okay first chapter and we’ll see from there” he finally gave in. You stood excitedly rushing to your shared bedroom to grab the first book, Bucky watched with hidden amusement at how excited mundane things such as reading to him made you. You returned with the book and a huge smile on your face, plopping down next to him before opening the book. “Okay. Chapter one, the boy who lived”-

Bucky listened to the soothing sound of your voice, imitating how you think the characters sound and it somehow made his heart clench. He never thought he’d be able to do things like this after leaving hydra. But god was he grateful he could especially with you. He watched hoe a smile spread on your face as you read your favorite parts or how you’d frown whenever dursleys were mentioned.

Before he knew it the first chapter was over and you were looking at him with an expectant look, wondering how he felt about it. He rolled his eyes playfully “i liked it” he said. You smiled widely “so i can keep going?” You asked hopefully. ‘Please do’ was what he wanted to say but he settled for a simple “yeah doll”. You smiled even wider and repositioned yourself so that your head was in his lap, and kept reading. He knew he was in for it when the book was over and he actually admitted he’d want to read the next book as long as you read to him. But he didn’t care, he wanted to make more memories like these.

Here at home, on his couch drinking coffee with the love of his life in his lap reading to him about a boy in a magic school.