#cant stop watching this. like i have tried. a loop for all of us with eyes

[mediapen]

and what if there was a secret fourth dad in mama mia who was gay the whole time

[vulpixisananimal]

(. . . Ouch.)

(You're back in the field. That, that one hurt. It really, really hurt. You're not entierly sure what you did different that time, was it that you asked him why he looked like that? Either way, the result was one you wouldn't forget.)

(You were fighting the king. You must have gotten careless, or maybe distracted, but you took a blow meant or Mirabelle, it flung you into the wall and you felt something snap. You weren't able to move, only watch your party try and win without you. You didn't know what was worse, the fact Bonnie tried dragging you away when you lost, or that the King killed you last, since now, you were the least threatening of them all.)

(Mirabelle, Isabeau, Odile. . .)

(. . . . It doesnt matter. Lesson learned. Get up Siffrin, you have a country to save.)

(. . . . . . .)

(. . . . . . . . . . . . . .)

(You. . . . . . . You can't move.)

(You can't move. You can't move!?! Why can't you move!!! You tried your arms, your hands, fingers, toes, legs, head- okay!! You could move your head! So, so you're not frozen in time, aha, hahaha!! AHHAHAHHAHAHA WHY CANT YOU MOVE!!!!!)

(This isn't right, this isn't right this shouldn't happen this, this is impossible right?!? You always went back to normal after a Loop!!! Did, did you do something wrong? No, did you die wrong? How can you die wrong!!! That makes no sense!! Was this a joke?!? Okay, okay call Loop they'll know what t- NO YOU COULDN'T, EVEN DO THAT!!! HA, HAHAHAHAHA)

(You had to move!! You had to!! Because, because if you cant then you, you, you-)

(Then you couldn't go to the clock tower you couldn't go to the house you couldn't stop the boulder in the first hall you couldn't find the key or the crests or fight and you couldn't look through everything for how to get out of the loops you couldn't use the keyknife you couldnt do anything you'd be the useless dead weight that you always were and you'd be stuck here!!! YOU HAD TO MOVE. JUST, MOVE!!! PLEASE!!!)

(JUST MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE-)

"S-Siffrin!!!!"

(You snap back to reality, Mirabelle, she, she was right there. In front of you, she looked panicked. How long had she been there? How long had you been lying here. You open your mouth, no sound comes out. What do you say, what CAN you say?!?! How can you say ANYTHING?!??!?)

(You look Mirabelle in the eyes. She's, shes starting to cry. You, you have to, say, something, anything!!)

". . . M-mira. . ."

"Siffrin!!!" (She looks releaved a little that you talked, putting an arm up to your head before quickly putting it back.) "A-are you alright?!? You weren't responding at all and, a-and I, I-"

"Mira. . ." (You can feel yourself starting to tear up.)

(You have to tell her. You don't want to. You would rather die. But if you don't tell her, then you'll be stuck lying here as she waits for you at the clock tower!! And, and you. . .)

"I. . . I can't move."

". . . WHAT?!?!" (It took Mirabelle a second to process what you said. She looked shocked, terrified.) "W-what happened?? Was it a nightmare?!? Or, or did, u-uhm let me try something!!"

(You can see a slight glow from Miras hand. Healing craft!! Right!! Haha, that should fix it easy!! Of course!!! She places her hand gently on your chest.)

(. . . You don't feel it. You don't feel the warmth of Mirabelles healing, or her hand, or, or anything. No, you couldn't feel the grass underneath your hands, or, the wind or, o-or. You're starting to hyperventilate, please, please work please please please.)

"Did that. . ." (Mirabelle takes her hand back, looking at you.)

(You try and move a finger. . .)

(. . .)

(You. Still. Can't. MOVE!)

(You can feel yourself starting to cry, you can't stop it. No, no no no no no, after all this, all this work. You're stuck!!! You're stuck and you can't move!!!)

"O-oh Change. . . Siffrin. . ." (You could see Mirabelle starting to cry, surely she was thinking about tomorrow, about everything, the King, the fight, and now just how useless you were, stupid. Stupid stupid stupid!!!)

"I-it's fine. . ." (You mumble.)

"It's not fine!!!" (She yells.) "Y-you're my friend!!! And!!! A-and you can't move and I couldn't heal it!!! It's not fine at all!!!"

"M-mira. . ." (It was fine. It was fine. It was fine.)

"I'm going to get Madame Odile, she'll know what to do! A-and, and everyone too!! Just, just- I'll be right back!!"

(You watch her go as much as you could. You couldn't stop her even if you tried. Stars. . . You try to stop crying. It doesn't work. You close your eyes.)

>>>

"How about here?" (Odile asked, pressing against your back.)

(Mirabelle had came back a few minutes later, everyone in tow. They were all so worried about you, wanting to make sure you were okay. Odile had the though to check your reflexes, then after that came up with nothing, to check your spine. Isabeau was holding you up as Odile pressed along your back. Or, at least, you think she was.)

"N-nothing still. . ." (You mumble back.)

(This was maybe the worst part.)

(After all those little moments where you snuck a poke or touch in the plant room, after all the time you wanted someone to just, hold you. It finally happened.)

(And you couldn't feel it.)

(It had taken all of your might not to scream.)

"Gems. . . What about here?" (You shake your head.) "Hmm. . ."

". . . Frin gonna be okay?" (You hear Bonnie ask.)

"I, hmm, I'm not sure." (Odile sighed.) "There's no broken spine segments, and you're sure you didn't have any strange sensations leading up to this?"

"N-no. . ." (It's only half a lie.) "Just, woke up like this. . ."

"Aw Sif. . ." (You can hear the anguish in Isabeaus voice. You feel a gentle hand on the back of your head, you barely even wince.)

"We, w-we can figure this out! It'll, uhm, it'll just take some work!! It'll be okay!!!" (Mirabelle sounds like she's about to burst into tears again.)

(No, It won't be okay if you're stuck like this. You lead them through the house each time, and if you can't do that, they die. You all die. Stars, everythings changing, everythings, wrong!!)

"I-I'm sorry. . ."

"No!!!" (They all yell at you.)

"You don't need to apolagise!! This isn't your fault!!" (Mirabelle continues.)

"Stupid!! You just took a NAP there's no way it's your fault!!!" (Bonnie looked angry, or, wait, was that concern?)

"We can figure out something, Siffrin. Even if you can't move tomorrow I'm sure Isabeau could carry you through the House." (Odile adds, you sense some teasing in her voice.)

"M-ME?!?" (Isa replies.) "I-I mean, of course!! I would any day of the week!! Haha, if Siffrin needs a hand somewhere then, u-uh--"

(You let out a weak laugh. Oh, oh Isabeau, oh everyone. . .) ". . . T-thank you. . ."

[. . .]

[You got the Memory of Powerless.]

[With the Memory of Powerless equipped, all your familys stats and EXP gain is doubled!]

[You may be unmoving, but they are willing to pick up the slack.]

[the-s1lly-corner]

Loving the digital circus content! Digital crew x tiger!reader. The are basically a tiger that can walk on two feet and talk but can still run on all fours. Their suppose to do tricks like jump through rings of fire or so super cute tricks for entertaining people. But they have a dark sense of humor and a temper. Not wanting to be there. Their kind to others who treat them nice tho. Ex: Jax makes a poor joke or tries to mess with them expect one of another crew members turn the corner to see Jax neck in between their razor sharp teeth with a nervous smile. “Heh guess they don’t like jokes.”

TADC cast x feisty!tiger!reader

...is feisty the right word..? I dont think so but I'm drawing blanks

This one may be a little all over the place and this isnt exactly written with romantic stuff in mine !! Hope that's alright anon !!

Side thing I just noticed the anon icons have shades

That's so cute

CAINE:

Honestly I think he would constantly compliment your stripes! Thinks they look cool..... and given that hes a ringmaster, hes definitely going to be using you for circus acts... sure you're not a lion, but hey, beggars cant be choosers. As for your humor, I'm a little stumped on whether or not he would enjoy it... I think it would depend on the joke!

Would kind of just stand there watching you bite jax. Kind of just

Strolls off while whistling, pretending he didnt see anything

Likes calling you "spitfire" thanks to your personality as well as the whole fire loop trick

POMNI:

I mean, you're a big cat. And also physically large, probably. You're fast and you're agile. Pomni understands that in reality youre a person and this is your digital body, but shes still getting used to this world. Obviously very wary around you, and I don't think shes an enjoyer of your little jokes. Probably has a genuine freak out if she walks in on the jax thing. Like actual genuine fear

Does not enjoy your temper either, I think she may avoid you tbh. Like she would still be polite but. You know?

RAGATHA:

Probably also not a fan of your temper and sense of humor, but since this is ragatha we're talking about shes still going to be as nice to you as she can be and include you in things. probably one of the one of the only people to actually try to fet you to back off of jax. Purely basing this on her intro thing where she literally shrugs off an axe to a face. Ragatha has balls of steal and a few bites arent going to stop her, I think

Polite to you but I also dont think you guys would be close

JAX:

Honestly jax looks like he would make a squeaky toy noise while you bite him. Jax being jax, hes going to antagonize you. Probably calls you "kitty". Does the 'pspsps" and "here kitty kitty *Pat's thighs*" thing when hes trying to get your attention

Sure you biting him cant kill him or leave any real damage, but it's definitely not comfortable

Is a dark humor enjoyer though so at least you guys share that in common

KINGER:

Attends some of the little shows you and Caine put on. Claps very loudly and probably very cartoonishly since hes not bound to.. well having arms..! Your sense of humor does freak him out, though, since hes scared that one day you're going to get sick and tired of this digital world and start a rampage... I mean you've already demonstrated you're more than willing to be aggressive

Overly polite to you, trying to make sure he stays on your good side. Squeaks and runs off when he walks in on you biting jax

ZOOBLE:

You dont mess with them, they dont mess with you. You guys kind of just stay in your own lanes. Does enjoy some of your dark humor. Also likes your stripes, they think they look nice! Maybe they start wearing striped limbs more often!

I know I'm leaning heavily on the jax biting thing but I think if they walked in on you biting jax they would huffed out an amused but short laugh before carrying on with whatever they were doing

GANGLE:

You know how gangle covers her mouth when zooble is taken apart by the gloinks? She does that when she sees jax in your teeth

Vefy very intimidated by you.. but also.. has a weird crush on you.. maybe I'm self projecting on gangle, a lot, but so far I've said that gangle is into:

Mysterious broody guys

Monsters

Gentlemen

And now, big strong intimidating folk

She just like me frfr

Like would she be weird or straight forward with her crush on you? Hell no. Is she good at hiding it? No not really. So.. I guess her snd Caine are the only two that have the potential for romance..

Honestly gets a crumb of satisfaction with you biting jax, given how much he messes with her. Does feel bad about feeling satisfaction

[flaylore]

DIRECTORY (2024)

Jan 1, 2024, Red Mecha Pilot Tries Blender To Make Goo Cat!!!!!!

As Flayon’s about to end the stream, he reminds viewers to love themselves… and for a split second, his eyes swirls, telling them to never leave him.

Jan 2, 2024

‘Can you have a late growth spurt in your 18000's???’

Jan 4, 2024

'i cant wash the black strands out of my hair so i guess i didnt dye it WEIRD'

Jan 4, 2024

imo it looks like it's spreading

Jan 6, 2024, The Roons Got Me A Place At Time Square!!! || + Granblue Fantasy

Flayon starts to pan over a fanart of X. The screen glitches as he stares at it, saying nothing. He turns the page and the glitching stops.

MINOR: Jan 8, 2024, 【debut watchalong】o . o

Flayon revisits his debut, occasionally interrupted by glitchy moments, and ends with a brief cameo of the original pilot that got his place taken by him. Please read the summary for more information.

MINOR: Jan 13, 2024, the anxiety of happiness roon

A new Machiroon asset was introduced, which warped into a scene where a figure with swirly eyes appears. Please read the summary for a more detailed information.

MAJOR: Jan 20, 2024, Content Warning|【Machiroon Appreciation+ NEW OUTFIT】AAAAAAAAA

He compares his old outfit and his recent one, lamenting how he has changed from before.

Jan 22, 2024, UNDER NIGHT IN-BIRTH II Sys:Celes] I Need To Play Kuon Immediately #sponsored #ad

Up until this point, Flayon’s height is 171cm.

Jan 30, 2024

‘there are many me and there are many you’

Feb 7, 2024 

‘THE RUBIX CUBE IS BEATING MY ASS’

‘its a mirror cube its so confusing’

‘apparently pre debut i was able to solve stuff like this so effortlessly’

‘idk what happened’

‘i cant pilot things like I used to either’

‘the memory is so hazy’

‘but maybe its better it stays buried’

Feb 11, 2024

‘Sometimes it feels as if the R-TRUS is going to destroy me from the inside’

‘Oh-oh shut down rtrus sometimes maybe- wait can rtrus be shut down?’

‘yes

if i have no energy then he won't work

or if im too stressed then he wont work

sometimes when im inside, he'll move on his own a bit

it hasn't been happening often but every now and then’

Feb 12, 2024

‘I’m losing apart of me every time I pilot…’

Feb 13, 2024,【POKEMON UNITE】Duo's w/ The Regis ALTARE, Hero of Elysium & Your Heart

R-TRUS was found in Xenokuni and Flayon gets visits from scientists.

Feb 17, 2024, Experiencing The Wholesome Door 2 w/@Octavio_en in【The House in Fata Morgana】| Spoiler Alert!

Flayon does not have a reflection in the mirror.

Feb 17, 2024, Experiencing The Wholesome Door 2 w/@Octavio_en in【The House in Fata Morgana】| Spoiler Alert!

Flayon questions if the person inside your reflection is a doppelganger rather than yourself.

MINOR: Feb 20, 2024, x teaser

This video is best watched in its entirety.

March 4, 2024 

‘Do you wanna know how it feels to be crushed by 100+ tons of reinforced X-metal? Just because the R-TRUS is big doesn’t mean your death will be quick You’ll feel your bones pull apart and slip out Your eyes will leave your sockets ever so slowly and if I aim right I can play’

‘around with you like food. not to mention if I choose to absorb your very life force into the R-TRUS It’s the equivalent of taking out your soil and throwing it into a sea of memories. You’ll experience all the pain of everyone who met their death to me Just when you think it’s’

‘over, the cycle will loop and I’ll use your remains as fuel which I will then have concentrated into energy that flows through my spinal cord Basically you’ll be connected to my nervous system and have to share each and every waking moment with me without being able to leave’

March 8, 2024

‘I’m getting rid of old clothes and there is a lot of oversized shirts/jackets/hoodies from school SLIGHTLY 

Nostalgic but I’m bitter about something when I see it too’

‘I have one green jacket that is made out of fleece and was way too big for me

idk how I wore that and why I would wear green’

Mar 12, 2024

‘japan public transportation so cool IM STILL CONFUSED but I can feel myself getting the hang of it just slowly’

(Someone asked if he parked the R-TRUS somewhere.)

‘i have him on standby at the guild

he keeps moving on his own sometimes

just lil twitches’

April 11, 2024, 【CORPSE PARTY】Nah, I'd Live (Does He Know?) | CONTENT WARNING

Flayon loses a lot of blood when he fights with the R-TRUS overdoing it.

April 12, 2024

‘This pilot is going to go back to sleep, that is a warning from my body that I need more rest 

Hard to understand it without the R-TRUS directly telling me what's wrong with me’

April 15th, 2024, THIS CAT IS BANNED IN 44 STATES!!!! (ROON DAY 2)

This a series of clips where he turns on the red eyed toggles.

He reaffirms that he is a genius.

April 15th, 2024, THIS CAT IS BANNED IN 44 STATES!!!! (ROON DAY 2)

Rudely responding with, ‘What’s your problem?’

April 15th, 2024, THIS CAT IS BANNED IN 44 STATES!!!! (ROON DAY 2)

Flayon with red eyes grumbles as he confirms that the outfit he’s wearing is the one he wore when he attended Elysium Academy.

April 15th, 2024, THIS CAT IS BANNED IN 44 STATES!!!! (ROON DAY 2)

Flayon with red eyes confirms that the TEMPUS members do not attend the Elysium Academy.

April 15th, 2024, THIS CAT IS BANNED IN 44 STATES!!!! (ROON DAY 2)

Flayon with red eyes questions if the viewers actually want to be crushed by the R-TRUS.

April 15th, 2024, THIS CAT IS BANNED IN 44 STATES!!!! (ROON DAY 2)

Flayon with red eyes calls viewers filthy.

April 20, 2024,【UNARCHIVED KARAOKE】LET'S PARTY WITH THE BOYS BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY 🎂🎈【OFF COLLAB】

He turns into particles to teleport in and out of the R-TRUS. The sensations feels like it’s ripping his flesh apart, claiming that he’s used to it.

27 April, 2024

This a series of tweets where he turns on the red eyed toggles.

‘Do you know how painful it is to be the only one in Elysium with this kind of fire power? No other *mechs* except MINE? No one worth my time.. Until now. Do your best or you'll just become fuel for /my/ R-TRUS.’

[responding to a tweet congratulating Flayon, and pointing out his red eyes]

‘Hah?’

27 April, 2024

[responding to a tweet saying that they’re excited to fight him in Idol Showdown, 1st tweet, 2nd tweet]

27 April, 2024

[replying to a tweet of an image of X]

‘why did you send a blank image??’

May 1, 2024

[responding to yatogami fuma, who asked flayon to come over]

‘im afraid senpai

 i want to retreat to the insides. 

while i stay outside’

May 5, 2024

Flayon is referencing a monologue of his first post on Twitter/X, with updated information such as his age being 18433 years old and being put on leave after being questioned over his mental stability. Original monologue

My name is Machina X Flayon. I'm 18433 years old. I currently reside in Japan, an area associated with Xenokuni, with the rest of my guildmates and I am not married. I work as the mecha pilot for the TEMPUS GUILD, but was put on leave after the board questioned my mental stability

May 14, 2024

[responding to someone asking if he gets any weird alerts/updates from the R-TRUS when doesn’t get to use it]

‘his mental state mirrors mine’

May 14, 2024

[responding to someone asking if he’s worried he’d forget to pilot the R-TRUS if he doesn’t get to use it]

[an image of flayon with red eyes looking down disapprovingly, shadow looming over his face]

May 16, 2024, I am Hakumen. THE END HAS COME【BLAZBLUE: CENTRALFICTION】

Flayon has various weapons outside of the R-TRUS. He has his shields where he can propel off them, and his energy drinks that act as bombs that its properties similar to lava.

[hurtmionedanger]

✏️🐰🦋🎤🌸

i dunno a lot about you so i look forwarf to your response

Yes! I have written fics! I only have one published though, its a welcome to dreamworld tma au!

Here it is if you want to read it!

I think one of the thinfs that says the most about people is how they treat those around them, i have found you can tell a lot about a person based on just how they interact with those around them. Ans then the other thing is body language, this might just come from an adhd hyperfixation on body language from a while back and needing to put in extra effort in order to read people but You can tell so much about a person based on body language alone, you can usually tell their views on themselves and the people around them, their confidence, and whether they are introverted or extroverted!

Three words

Neurodivergent, bubbly, and Quixotic

Before all my wtdw followers come for me I have liked that word long before watching the series, oliver just happens to have an excellent taste in favorite words

(salt can testify the first time i heard oliver use the word Quixotic i went “oh that is definitely his favorite word, no bitch uses quixotic unironically without ir being their favorite word, i should know because i am that bitch”)

I have SEVERAL songs memorized, on top of the adhd urge to loop one song over and over again, i also do theatre and chorus, both of which involve memorizing several songs, if i tried hard enough i could probably recite the entirety of every mechanism album, including the lovecraftian chants in The bifrost incident, and the preaching in high noon over camelot

I cant really think of the best compliment ive ever received, but one that i do always think about is the four year old in the airport who had to stop his mother to point and go “MAMA LOOK AT THAT TALL GIRL” because he did not realize i was in fact standing on a moving platform that was elevated a foot off the ground, and it definitely made me very happy

Outside of that, any compliment commenting something i was nervous about, such as whenever someone gets excited over my cosplays when i wear them in public (the glamrock chica cosplay seems to cause this the most)

[the-firebird69]

Guns N' Roses - Paradise City (Official Music Video)

and we are apologetic no. ruined our own plan so what it was is ours to r uin.  and now we see it. we are ruining it so what we do it on purpose and  you dopes dont know our power and helaughs and says it we combined them he grabbed us after.  we nabbed them not after the to the bone was befoer it and wnet to the grve wiht our secrets and progrms and their computer took it lightly no uses it damnti ok makes sense but we tried ahahahhhhahahhhhahhhh oh boy wht if you dont try sit and live damnit yoiu fucking idiot lol.  not ufun true thouhg

sarh

we re delusional and cnt stop we needed help this might

trump

hahh wont help you.  you might hv some peace. but no.  they seek you now.  and with a pull you wont believe  tht it isi for thsi.  and y eh y ou re fuk ups

Zues Hera

the math is right he is right we get you trump you bozo shit your dumb

mac daddy

fun night and now this wow we hit you you faggot shithead your out now

ben arnold

and no embeds so yor..annd hahahh you faggot joel and this blwos we  are nohting and habe been fn sucks samnit

and we were near the spheres ok this blows.

joel watts

whch way is it the way we say and we said it and they hit ok dumb

sarah 

so you live after they shoot y8ou i see that is why you live

Zues Hera a loop hahha lol

no no you wnot make fun of us and ok tons do now and  i made a hogpodg and it workd but thi guy said im doomed and i sought daves.  no heard it. lost it could not get it and found it no missed and he says oh oh yeh oh yeh and ok we are dead he is happy and no kidding we are doomed

trump

you re we pull shortly nd tommy f too and hit yours.  wesee why.

mac daddy

He continues it and the stuff doesn't work and he keeps saying it works people keep hitting him and he won't shut up and here it is the math he had taken over by Dave's stuff and he won't admit it and he had taken over by Dave's stuff and he won't admit it and he didn't admit it and the stuff is just what other people have he's stupid and he keeps telling on himself and Dave's computers are getting dest and Dave's computers are getting destroyed it is up on Saturn so we watch this guy in space and he was at those spheres. But he couldn't get out them just like everyone else. So we're wondering what the hell he's talking about. He does have a story and he's been telling it lately

Thor Freya

we lit it up the compuer and held jc and mary on the ships and ours were there at the dig.  and went in and seabotaged it. nd it was not so big bout ttwo hundred miles and ok how long did it take and so yoou disabled it.  no. took it over wiht  virus.  homeade copy.  ahhah had the pieces. damnit.  true too.  and ok he says rigged it.  and the computer does it day and night.  but heck with what he says you knowfor old ties sake...and with c4 and tons of it.  and inert mostly unless you hit thedeetontor and true a ton all over it.  ....and then....we left and said one fals move to disarm. it goes.  and you left it rigged and cant see it. nope.  so there.. tht is what we did

trump

and so what no. w e see him. and you dont trump. hehehe.  you use him as the computer your shit ok.  now we know wht he says and in mmments it is disbled all your crp and how did you get onbord and ok.  then your there with what it wnted so where is jc and mary.  we saw you exumed her sister

bill preston this needed to come out we knew no

oh no

mac

Olympuos

out now Thor freya Hera alll list attched

[askingkyborg]

HERE WE GO MOTHER FUCKERS! I was too lazy to draw so you get some writing instead.

okay, so , context for this thought is that in the kydron timeline, mudd and kyborg were at the library together when a squadrone exploded and killed kyborg, with mudd right there by his side- and meld manor watching, and i thought this would be a fun little idea. This is set in like, a hypothetical break space between bart and mudds arc- before they get on the jebediah.

Mudd has never been one for mornings. You'd think for someone who loves coffee and bird songs, id be his safe space, but alas, no. Kyborg was the unexpected early bird (yet somehow also a night owl- never sleeping until he was sure everyone else was. Mudd cant count the amount of times hes seen the wood elf crack open his door to see if hed fallen asleep.)of the group, and mudd was just about the textbook definition of an afternoon duck.

And concurrently, he tumbled out of bed, a scowl already itching to rest in his face. He gently went to pad across his room, scratching gumbos head before pulling his favourite cape- one of thick wooly moss- out of the dresser. With a gentle click he snapped it on, and let the comfortable weight sit over him. Then, he grabbed his dirt pouch, not bothering to tie it onto his belt loop because his next stop was to see duncan. He swung his door into a full arch, trudging his way through the concrete hallways and startling himself on the ramps down to the main level (they must not have spent enough time in HQ since Dr.ahems renovations- he can only really remember the stairs). Mudd distantly gazes over at gumgum and barts room, smiling at the kid like glow in the dark stickers over the spruce door. After a moment he reaches the main floor, and he's over come with the sent of warm coffee. Duncans chipper voice bleeds after. "Morning mudd! What'll it be?"

"Oh, the usual is fine." He gently nods, gazing to the kitchen. His stomach longed for a proper home cooked meal, but with the loom of travel dawning soon, his brain takes the helm and orders him to instead make something simple thats left overs can be formed into ration packs. A quick root around the pantry reveals a bag of freeze dried fruit leather, and he reaches for it.

"morning mudd."

A shriek almost bleats out of mudds mouth as he turns on his heel to be met with meld. Hugh manors daughter, friend of the infinights. "Oh, my.. you startled me, meld." He shifts from foot to foot- not ever one for small talk. "I don't think we've met"

"i'm sorry?" He cocks a brow at meld. The half elf flushes a bit, running her fingers through her thick black hair. "S-sorry. Allow me to.. rephrase. I never met you- like this- in my timeline at all. Your spirits seem higher here."

"is that so?" Mudds voice comes out a bit critical, but it cant be helped. He can hardly tell how he'd seem "higher in spirits" between his half dawned attire and a piece of fruit leather dangling from his mouth. Meld laughs. "I must sound nuts, don't i?"

"a little, if im honest with you?" He tries to give a friendly smirk as he drops some dirt into his coffee, seeing the dark brown powder over come by a gentle flood of warm coffee. It reminded him of some old flood he'd learned about in his royal studies. Some guy called noah with a boat after ande flooded faza..

"I guess i was just used to my mudd being a mopey sad sack"

"And why exactly was i like that?"

Meld purses her lips, brown eyes thoughtful and swirling, as if debating on what to say. She gently takes a seat at the dining room table, and mudd notices duncan listening in keenly. "well, i mean, you probably took the kydron situation the worst."

Mudd racks his brain, and remembers the conversation they'd all had before going into kyborgs mind. "Kyborg turning into a crazy lunatic android thing? Was i scared of him?"

"no, just.. you missed him." Mudd laughs a little. "Well, i know id miss him but, wouldn't gumgum-"

She shakes her head. "You missed him the most by a land slide- no competition."

mudd swallows, and his mouth tastes bitter, and not from the dirt. "Was it because-"

"you were there? In part." She takes a gentle drink of what looks to be tea. "You were in denial for a while. Tried to pry him away from the squadrone taking his body, and swore up and down he didnt die- that he looked like he was breathing but-"

"i was lyin' through mah' teeth?"

Meld nods sadly. Mudd gazes down into his cup of coffee, and sees his swirling brown reflection. Kyborg was his- their dumbass, but he didn't know how attached he was. He rubs his finger over the lip of his mug.

"did i cry?" He looks up to meet melds eyes. "When i saw him- ..saw kydron?"

meld gives a sad smile.

"I don't remember when you quit."

//nonask

AUAGH. REALLY ANGSTY MUDDBORG THOUGHTS SOON. YALL ARE SO UNSAFE.

[moonlogw]

dont touch her

*since Ghost is becoming real popular on tiktok, my obsession with this man has come back full swing

** for reference I haven't played COD: Modern Warfare since about 2017.(nor have I played the reboot) This drabble is strictly to satisfy my own mind and comes solely from my 15 year old brain rot lmao. This does not portray Simon Riley, or Soap in any way that is accurate to canon bc like i said i haven't played the games in forever... nor do i feel like doing research

might revisit in a few months when i replay all the games 

TW: Badly written, mentions of d3ath, kn!ves, guns, blood, t0rture

PROMPT: Main Character must watch as love interest is t0rtur*d by villain and cant do anything about it. 

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“This doesn’t have to be painful,” the Man in Black says. His mottled face of scars twists unnaturally into a cruel smile. I stare at him in complete defiance, my face tilted away as his hand reaches out towards me.

“Don’t touch her,” Ghost threatens lowly. He can barely keep his head up, let alone look at me. From the wheezing I hear coming from his direction, I know that the Man in Black hurt him really bad, maybe even cracked some ribs.

The Man in Black turns to my soldier, but not before I see the playful amusement flash in his eyes. My heart kicks into overdrive, the need to protect Ghost from this man outweighing my need to keep myself calm until Soap finds us. My breath comes out in short, panicked bursts as I tried to speak over the tape covering my mouth. I try to scream, try to yell, to do something to get his attention. The Man in Black either doesn’t hear me or doesn’t care. He creeps over to Ghost, crouching right beside his slumped figure and tugs on his vest. Ghost can’t keep himself straight and falls to the side, leaning his entire body weight onto the slim arm of the chair.

“What did you say?” The Man in Black says lowly, his voice taking on a sinister tone. I cant hold back the terrifying sound that tries to push past the tape over my mouth as he rips Ghost’s head back at an unnatural angle.

Ghosts’ coal rimmed eyes meet mine for a solid second, long enough for me to shake my head vigorously. This isn’t smart. They know not to speak. They know not to reveal any weaknesses. Showing any kind of softness for her would surely lead to more pain for the both of them.

“I said,” Ghost whispers, making the man lean in closer. “don’t touch her.”

Before the man has time to react, Ghost is reeling his head back in some new found vigor and smacking his head against the other’s. I jump in my seat, wishing I could do something other than sit here. The Man in Black goes stumbling back, shock stretched across his features. A growl rips from his throat and his hand is moving faster than Ghost can move away from. The knife comes from nowhere, planting itself in Ghosts’ thigh as a scream is ripped from his throat.

I try to scream again. I try to make a sound. Its useless..

Finally, the Man in Black turns to me. His entire face is scrunched in fury, and he marches over to me and yanks my head back by my hair. “Filthy British,” he seethes and produces another knife.

Agony explodes in my face. Heat sears across my vison and warm wet liquid pours across my face. I scream behind the tape, kicking and squirming against my binds. Blood streamed slow and steady across my face as he cut three more lines into my face, hot against my lips before dripping off my chin and landing in my thighs. I feel it seep under the tape, wiggling its way into my mouth. I want to gag. I want to suck in jagged breaths as my stomach threatens to empty everything. But its all trapped. Panic loops its way through my head as I imagine the sick stuck in my mouth. Faintly I head Ghost shouting.

“Stop. Stop. Don’t touch her!” Ghost is vicious, fighting against his binds wildly. He bucks in his chair, eyes manic. “You piece of shit leave her alone!”

The Man hovers over me, blood dripping from his blade. I stare at it with wide eyes. My heart clenches and the room spins. No amount of training could have prepared me for this. No amount of time in the field, or time with this team could have prepared me for this man and his wicked head. He kills people for pleasure. For the first time, I doubt that Soap will make it to us in time.

“What will you do, soldier?” The Man in Black taunts. “What will you do while tied to my chair?”

“I am going to fucking kill you,” Ghost snarls.

“Is that so?”

“Pray to whatever god you believe in,” Ghosts eyes go dark, head tilting down. “Because you wont make it there.”

The Man lets out a full belly laugh. The idea actually amuses him but he doesn’t know what my soldier is capable of.

It all happens so fast. The ceiling above us explodes. Rock and dirt fall on us as men drop form the ceiling. Suddenly, Ghost is out of his chair, running for me. Soap is standing on the other side of the room. The Man in Black is hauling me out of my chair.

“Let her go!” Soap yells over the commotion. Half a dozen guns are trained on us.

The cold metal of a barrel is pressed to my temple.

Ghost is frozen in his tracks, hands out complacently towards us. My panic is a real and tangible thing now. Its hot and heavy and so big I could hold it in my hands. I look to Ghost with wide scared eyes. His are filled with dread. I wish I could say something. I wish I could tell him everything. But I cant.

And I never will.

A chorus of shouts erupt as the trigger is pulled. The last thing I see is Ghost rushing towards me, his hands stretched out as if he could catch me in time.

Other guns go over, riddling the Man in Black in lead and we both go tumbling down.      

Then the world goes dark.

 Ghost reaches her as soon as the bullets hit the ground. He drags her away from the rubble and into his arms. The room is quiet, almost like he is in his own vacuum of space and time and it was just them. Her eyes are open, staring unseeing ahead. 

She was gone. Just like that. Only two seconds and she is gone. 

[lunaticsandidiots]

ok we all know adrian is the jealous type right? like he sees someone flirting with you and he's instantly pulling you away to obliterate you right? but what would happen if he sees CHRIS flirting with you? like that's his BESTFRIEND flirting with HIS lover? how do you think he'd react? would he be even more jealous because it's chris?

man oh man do i have thoughts on this one

how adrian would react if chris flirted with you…

so its very much established that adrian is the jealous type.

when others flirt with you, he’ll whisk you away in the blink of an eye so he can remind you of why you’re with him.

(i dont think adrian would ever blame you if others tried to hit on you, he knows you cant help that. but that doesn’t stop him from using it as an excuse to fuck your brains out in the nearest semi-secluded closet or alcove he can find).

however, if it was chris who was coming onto you, it could go one of two ways.

(and for both of the outcomes, i think there’d be jealousy involved. adrian looks up to chris, and probably sees him as superior in one way or an other, so if chris tried to flirt with you, insecurities would definitely come into play.)

if their friendship was already going through a period of tension, i think adrian would have the potential to go ballistic on chris for trying it, mostly by lashing out verbally.

if he was feeling particularly hateful about it, he’d probably do tiny little extremely things to drive chris insane, like moving everything in his house 2 inches to the left, gluing all of his belongings to his desk or replacing his conditioner with mayonnaise.

and now we get to the other potential outcome.

adrian would watch as chris looked down at you, face burning bright red as he watched chris effortlessly leaning against the wall beside him, hand resting almost directly above your head to show off a massive, toned bicep.

again, half of the nausea bubbling up in adrian’s throat would be jealousy and rage.

but the other half? pure arousal.

he’d feel so conflicted, but he’d push through nonetheless, the mental image of chris pounding into you brought him too much pleasure to deny himself of the thought.

i don’t think cuckolding would be at the top of his fetish list, but due to the circumstances, it would be something that would cross his mind often until he ripped the bandaid off and asked you.

if all parties agreed, i’d think it would be wise to talk to chris beforehand for everyone’s benefit. make it clear that you love adrian, and that even though you also want this, you belong to him, not chris. (i cant help but be protective of my blorbo rn okay) .

(you could also totally use this chat to loop chris in too, telling him what adrian likes, what turns him on, so when the time came, the both of you would be able to make it the most pleasurable experience possible for adrian.)

i don’t think is nearly as kinky as he is rough, but i think once he saw you getting adrian worked up by teasing and taunting him, calming him a good boy and degrading him

‘you wanna watch me get fucked real good by someone else, baby? you’d like that, wouldn’t you? sitting there all tied up and pretty, watching me take it, not able to touch yourself, not able to do anything but squirm? i bet you’ll make a mess of yourself before i’m halfway there, won’t you sweetheart?’

chris would probably get turned on by that too i am not gonna lie to you.

and just like you’d predicted, you’d watch on from your hazy, teary, lust-hooded eyes, as best you could while chris did indeed fuck you mercilessly.

and adrian would be squirming and writhing and panting and sweating as he came ropes all over himself as the vulgar display in front of him, and he’d sit there glistening in sweat and cum as he watched you come undone around chris.

afterwards, it’d be best for everyones sake if you took extra time for aftercare, making sure that you and chris were all good of course, but then doting on adrian, showering him in love and affection, telling him how good he did for you.

and maybe later on when it was just the two of you laying in bed, you’d take a moment just to check in and make sure he knew where you were at (reassurance and clarification is the #1 way to his heart)

‘you know i’m all yours though, right dude?’

maybe he’d nod halfheartedly, or mutter out a ‘yeah’ if the big green monster had yet to fade away.

‘today was hot, but i only want to fuck you.’

‘really?’ he’d ask, eyes widened with surprise.

‘really. plus you’re way better at it than chris.’

and adrian’s not a particularly subtle or deep person, but i think he’d keep that little comment to himself, thinking of it whenever he’d begin to doubt himself in chris’ presence and just kinda puff his chest up and smirk to himself, knowing who you belong to.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Horror Villains x Reader || Drabble

The 'X Reader' part of that title, may be a stretch at this point in time. There's the Horror Villains, and theirs reader.

Plot: Apocalypse has hit, and basically; This is so damn meta XD This was just so much fun to create. Tried to stuff so many references in there- so much so that its just unadulterated Horror Movie vomit at this point. (I couldn't even fit all the character tags cuz I reached limit) Enjoy! Maybe? XD Haha

Warnings: Just regular horror stuff, dead bodies and swearing. Also mentions of real people.

(Easier to read version: )

Sighing, you look away from the Word doc you've been working on - leaving a little legacy, for whenever that Jason-Wannabe outside manages to get in and get you, - and turn tired eyes onto the TV. You play the news all the time, these days. In fact you don't recall the last time that you watched anything different - you'd kill for a screening of the Simpsons right about now, honestly, - as the channels only ever play this endless loop of horror, now.

Maybe before this you would've been jazzed, to get to sit in bed like this and see nothing but horror movies on the TV instead of having to buy Shudder or anything, but now... just... no. Not now.

But you tune in anyway to your local feed, out of new habit; You need to know. You need to know, if someone you know is gone. Or if someone - or something, - is here or coming.

"... more brutal Myers murders left behind on the side of California St, the bodies maimed almost beyond recognition. Stay in for your own safety- "

'Stay in'- Ha! Like that's going to stop him. You never seen a Halloween movie, Phil-Channel-Six- Newscaster-man?. Still, your heart beats faster and you fight the urge to peak out through your heavy curtains. You've spotted Michael a couple times, and so far haven't been murdered, but just seeing him a couple times... isn't a good sign. Eyes flicker to the metal baseball bat laid on your lap, and your stomach rolls. If Michael, or any other over-powered headcase decides you're their next meal, you don't stand a chance. Making a face at the sporting good, you shake your head. What is even the point of you, bat?

Sighing, you switch to another channel.

"... The turf wars rage on in Texas between Hewitt's and Sinclair's while the infamous Sawyers seem to be making their way into Louisiana, leaving nothing behind of their victims of course. The Fireflies have also been spotted in New Mexico- "

Yeah, Sheriff Hoyt - or 'Sheriff Hoyt', - and Bo Sinclair met somehow and immediately made their dick measuring contest everyone's problem- but where's the surprise there, right? Its certainly not distracting anyone so why does it matter- Vincent's still making macabre wax art out of human beings, the rejected ones ending up washed up on the sides of highways where presumably Lester leaves them and its been reported that the people those statues used to be... were still alive, when the remaining paramedics got there. But they weren't salvageable.

You shudder, thinking about it, and look back to the TV before you can start thinking of the rest of the Hewitt's, Thomas in particular, and the damn Firefly-Driftwood family. Its too much.

"... No news of a K.F Vs Jason sequel as of so far, but citizens of both Ohio and New Jersey are being warned to stay aware, and stay in. Don't go camping and don't go to sleep- " You roll your eyes when Phil-Channel-Four-Newscasterman uses that phrase 'Stay in', once again. Jason has just knocked down so many doors in the movies... you could be sitting silently, curled up in a bunker or laid out on the street for him and it wouldn't make any difference. And FREDDY- what- is even the point-

Chewing your bottom lip in disapproval, you switch the channel again. You cant just stay in to escape someone that comes for you in your dreams.

'K.F'- Newscasters code for him- Yep, globally, they all just decided to use his initials and swap them around in favour of saying his name. Genius, huh? Please. They still think if they don't mention his name, he wont come. But that ship has sailed, and besides, he's Freddy Krueger, not Beetlejuice. Who, by the way, is also real, now. I remind myself, blowing air slowly out of filled-up chipmunk cheeks. He's in Vegas, partying it up after some idiot called on him while they were masturbating in the Apocalypses early days, and he killed them. At least that's the very reliable rumour. It all just still seems so unreal, sometimes.

"Carrie White captured for questioning." Your heart thuds, as the new Phil says that; A photo projected on the screen behind him of a small blonde girl, Carrie you presume though the picture isn't clear enough to make out any definite features, half in a police car. That word stays in your head a few moments after you hear it- 'Questioning'.

Because they did that to Glenn and Jennifer, too, before they managed to escape. Its common knowledge that the doll's parents were behind his break but no one really knows who helped Jennifer- there are whispers though that Inkubus is staying quiet in the area somewhere though-

"Reports of Chucky and his gruesome bride- " Tiffany. Apocalypse has hit and old white men still cant learn Tiffany Valentines name. Not that I care too much for the rights of murderous psychopaths, but its the principle of the thing. "are clustered around Chicago and the surrounding areas. So people living in that location are being notified and warned, again, to stay in- " Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Liverpool News!- Candyman has been sighted- " Starting to just flick through all the channels, you gather headlines like morbid Easter eggs in your mind, pictures that definitely hadn't been ripped off of Google flashing before your eyes.

"- vampires, the likes of that in Fright Night and those in The Lost Boys are running Santa Carla, Jerry Dandridge up next live- "

"Disappearances relayed to the Georgia police possibly in relation to Pleasan- "

"Shifty activity in various cinema's suggest yet another Englund character apparently real- "

"- as well as Lin Shaye, Kane Hodder, Robert Englund, Megan Fox, Tony Todd, Sissy Spacek, Brad Dourif and Jennifer Tilly, Mathew Lillard and Skeet Ulrich, Bill Mosely, Brian Van Holt- all mysteriously missing- "

"- Leslie Vernon- " Oh, fuck, Leslie; The absolute attention seeker. You cant help but roll your eyes with the next words, even as your heart pounds in your chest from just watching the news. "has agreed to a live interview! So that's up next- " Lord help us.

"- More children go missing in Derry, unsurprisingly. Also sightings of various, seemingly random, Slasher villains reported. Police think that Pennywise is banking on the fear they entice for fun- "

"- so-called 'Midnight Man' moving gradually towards Main- "

"- all roads to Bates Motel CLOSED- "

"- Wolf of Wall Street Patrick Bateman has been released from NYPD after fan raises enough funds through Ko-Fi to post bail- "

"British Columbian citizens flee home after run in with man living in the walls, - "

"- Prison break in Statesville, all surrounding areas going into IMMEDIATE lockdown- "

"- Yautja sightings are unheard of, not because they don't exist but because they don't leave any survivors- "

Finally you look away from the TV, leaving it on some table discussing which Ghostface killers are likely to be active and whether the new movie 'counts'- if you ask me, I'd just keep all the options wide open at this point. Your ears are hot and your chest is restricting and your head is absolutely spinning- you haven't even heard of all these monsters before.

You need to breathe. But its hard.

All these threats- Michael in your town- you don't know whether to just give yourself up or laugh. So you take some deep, struggling breaths, and tentatively lay down flat on your back, the doona cool against your bare neck. You don't close your eyes, though. You find you have trouble with that, since Michael moved in and reports of Freddy began.

Then suddenly you hear a creak outside your bedroom, and you snap right back up into a sitting position; Gripping the bat in your two suddenly all-too-delicate-feeling hands. For-

You're supposed to be alone in the house.

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TODD TIME TRAVELLER THEORY/HC

I was eventually gonna make this into an angst fic but I JUST NEED TO TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT (I also have a different plot device so this wont spoil it)

OKAY SO, at the very start of Todd's stay in his room like--

Todd synced his watch/clock together at THIS MOMENT, where Neil's father first ruined Neil's entire school year, removing his School Annual membership.

Still fixing it when he's invited to the study group as well

Then literally the next shot is the clock chiming (time/clock motif)

The central theme also of the movie is Making use of what little time you have left on earth with something that means a lot to you

Don't waste your time not doing something that'll make you truly alive.

They further emphasize this with classes reminding them of "DUE DATES, TOMORROW, THIS IS DUE BY THE END OF THE SEMESTER" further reminding us of "how little time" they have but they have so much to do.

(no image available cuz tumblr said i cant have more photos lmao)

(LONG POST SORRY, keep reading)

Keating of course connects Death and Time together. You'll never know what your life truly was until you come to die. (The Dead Poets' opening poem; "When I came to die, discover I have not lived")

So while Todd was having his gay panic TM, he says he needs to study History... HMMM WHY?? DO YOU NEED IT FOR TIMETRAVEL???? /hj

But homeboy's next scene is him doing this 'promotional dps ad, obligatory motto of the movie, cliche commercial writing of Seize the Day'. BUT HOHOHOH LOOK, a watch, it's also clear in the audio; the watch Ticking faster and faster as he writes the words "Seize the Day". So yeah, I once thought this was cheesy, but like-- He literally HAS to SEIZE THE DAY or else--

I know this is a continuity error but:

This could imply Todd either:

tried to join them but chickened out so he studies alone

or this is a paradox todd and there are 2 twos in the same timeline cuz he was time travellig LMAOOOO

Ok so, ALSO TODD is the Time Keeper for the DPS meetings, JUST SAYING

Todd has got a lot of... time in his hands hahaha OK ANYWAY

if you also read/saw the full verision of todd's POEM

Our boy uses the words for time a lot. "Yesterday, tomorrow, a new day, future" and the title of his poem is probably "And Still We Sleep" and he read this AFTER Neil's play, when he was out of time :( he slept on his chance laksjdlkasjdlks

EVEN HIS IMPROV POEM IS TIME RELATED

We're on TODD'S TIMELINE because we're given his birthday. It happens at the mid point of the movie and most likely the mid point of the semester. Also helps cuz he's gonna remember this year A LOT.

Also ok before neil's final shot we get a shot (hehe) of Mr. Perry and his watch, very sus, but like, we're also focusing on the last TIME Mr. Perry had a son-- oof

ALSO, TODD LOOKS AT THE CLOCK BEFORE HE HAS TO SIGN THE DOCUMENT

And ok, anyway the movie ENDS with Todd's face too. the END of the movie, end of that experience for US.

We're asked to remember Todd like remembering our time, remember moments when we did or didn't do something interesting with our time.

But also.... like... if Todd could do it over, he'd go back to the time he first fixed his watch so he could get to know Neil all over again...

Or imagine him in an endless loop of trying to save Neil, every iteration he loses him somehow or ruins something if Neil is alive; in order for things to truly be in order, he had to stop messing with TIME.

This post is getting too long, I'll make another TimeTraveller!Todd post again later, I need to eat lmaooo

(part 2 in reblogs)

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Superman's Dishcloth

A small cute headcannon thats been sitting on my tablet?

Summary: some people use pick up lines to get a womans number, henry uses a crochet lesson.

Warnings: Fluff?

Your fingers twisted the yarn around the hook automatically looping and pulling untill you made another double crochet stitch that the pattern required.

To be honest you wasnt paying that much attention as you worked your project, which was stupid really because you were making a new pattern, a bobble popcorn style head band.

You couldnt concentrate for two reasons

One. You were on a goddamned plane soaring across the Atlantic ocean. And if things went tits up you cant swim.

And two? You were seated next to none oher then mr henry cavill himself.

Not that you made a thing about it or even dared to look at him.

He he was watching you, eyes frowning as your fingers twisted the yarn into an intricate looking yet fairly simple pattern.

Youhad to stifle a laugh as his fingers twitched tryig to follow the moves and figure out what you were doing.

You growled missing count again. One, two, three three, skip three. A crochet, half double crochet, two double crochet in one stitch then skip three stitches and repeat untill the end.

Normally youd have no problems but your audience was putting you off.

You dropped the project in your lap as you miscounted again and realised you had to undo the last twelve stitches otherwise you'd be a set out on the end.

You closed your eyes grunting before slipping the hook out and began to tug the working yarn slowly before pinching it and slipping the hook into the loop catching it before it all unraveled.

"Why'd you undo it?" You jumped a little as the huge man beside you spoke up after watching you quietly since take off.

"Huh?... oh i misscounted i skipped four instead of three so it'd be out of line on the end and curl round..."

"How'd you know?" He frowned now leaning over even more curious then before.

You chewed your lip trying not to freak out as he peered over your little project.

"Err well i just counted the stiches i had left on the row, see i was up to here and there was five left not six, so i pulled it taught to spot the odd one out" you explained pulling more yarn through so you could point out the stitches to him with the hook.

"It looks complicated, you twist it so many times?" He said as your fingers began moving once more creating the repetitive pattern.

"Yeah... its not too difficult, Im doing a few different stitches is all, once you know a single crochet stitch and a chain stitch your good to go" You muttered with a smile.

"I doubt its that simple" he replied trying to keep up with watching your fingers guiding the hook jthought the piece making the fabric grow.

"It really is, here you see the little v on top?" You said slowing deciding to show him just how simple it was.

"Yeah?" He hummed quietly watching keenly.

"Thats the row before, so you slip your hook under both strands like this and loop your yarn over then pull through under that v so you have one loop on your hook" you said moving slowly and loosened the stitch with a light wiggle so he could see properly.

"Then loop the yarn over again so you have two loops, and pull the second one through the first... and thats a single crochet stitch" You explained showing him slowly.

"So you make lots of tiny loops and pull them through one another and it some how becomes fabric?" He asked fascinated by it, watching as you began to work on the next stitch.

"Yeah pretty much"

"But that one you pulled the wool over before you did anything at all?" You paused impressed he had noticed the slight difference... he had been watchkn that closely?

"So that was a half double, when you do a half double or double you yarn over first, then you just keep yarning over and pulling through until your left with one loop on the hook" you tried explaining as simply as you could.

"... it still sounds hard" he uttered still focusing on your hands that had been creating stitches.

"Honestly its not, i taught myself in about an hour and a half? Here try it? I've got extra yarn in my carry on if you want to give it a go?" You offered and instantly flushed you did not just offer to teach superman how to crochet like a fucking granny!

Before you could take it back and apologise he beamed.

"Really? That would be fun, i've never tried anything like this before" he said eagerly.

"Err yeah sure lemme just get you started, i'll give you a 5 hook... here" you said surprized digging about pulling the small ergonomic crochet hook out and some mustard yellow yarn.

"So you start with a slipknot... and then a few chain stitches" you began guiding him through it slowly teaching him the steps.

"So do you always crochet on long flights?" He asked pokeing his tongue out as he tried concentrating on the stitches he was doing.

"Yeah, im not good with confined spaces... especially confide spaces that are a good few miles in the air over the open ocean" you chuckled nervously chaining a stitch then turning begining your next row.

"Honestly im not either, usually i have kal- my dog but... not this time... this is good though, its helping take my mind off it thank you" he said sincerly.

"Dont mention it"

"Oh... i think ive done it wrong?" He said andnheld it out to you, you prodded it and to be honest you were impressed, it was neat, not a dropped stitch in sight... just a few loose stitches here and there, but he was finding a good tension.

"No, thats not wrong... just your tension thats all it comes with practice" you said handing it back to him.

"Tension?" He said making you pause. Oh yeah, he wouldnt knpw what that is yet.

"Yeah, how tight you hold the yarn and hook determies how tight your stitches are... mines pretty bad, i have to always use a size bigger hook" you expalined simply

"Really?"

"Yep, i do it too tight- even snapped a metal hook in my hand before" you chuckled remebering the way the hook had just... snapped mid project.

"Wow that sounds painfull?" He huffed eeingnyour hand curiously as if expecting you to snap a hook then and there.

"Yeah, i will admit i was frustrated with the project so it probably didnt help" you chuckled sheepishly.

"Frustrated? Was it complicated like that one?" He asked nodding to your growing head band.

"No, i kept loosing count on a pattern of 78 stitches" you said trying to wave it off but in actual fact that project had been murder.

"So what are you making?" He finally asked eyeingnyour work that had grown wider.

"A little headband, and hopefully i will widen it at the ears to keep em warm" you giggled wrapping it around pinchingnthe ends together proudly presenting it to him.

He grinned and looked down at his little square fiddling with it.

"And im making a... mess?" He laughed holding up the uneven square cheeks tinted pink when you giggled again.

"... Dishcloth?" You offered prodding it gently.

"Perfect, im making a dishcloth!" He bellowed nodding proud of his new diy dish cloth.

"I'm henry by the way. But from the way you were shaking in your seat im guessing you knew?" He finally introduced himself holding out a hand.

You smiled shyly and took it shakingnhands trying not to fawn over how huge hot and soft the palm was.

"Yeah... sorry i was nervous and you probably dont want to be bugged. Im y/n" you tried explaining nervously but he chuckled.

"I wouldnt mind being bugged by such a cutie~" he uttered quietly smirking at you tipping his head down a little too make sure you heard him despite his voice being quiet.

"Oh stop it" you flushed quickly looking down at your headband noticing your stitches werent as even as they could have been, but it couldnt be helped you had handsome distraction.

A very distracting handsome distraction.

"Its true. Besides i think it was me bugging you... and i have managed to plunder through your wool" he grinned sheepishly holding up his little dishcloth.

"Its fine, it not expensive, this is left over yarn from other projects" you waved him off. It was true ou had lots of odd ends and half skeins of woll from other projects.

"Well still i appreciate it, i hate flying" he said sincerly.

"Well now you have something to practice. Youll leave the plane with a new skill to stick on your cv" you added with a grin nudging him playfully.

"Indeed... And perhaps i can leave the p,ane with err...maybe your number to? You know to replace the wool and erm swap err instructions?" He said nervously jumbling his words.

You paused and looked at him shocked blinking. Did he just?

You blinked again watching as his face grew red and he chuckled nerously plucking at the woll on his dishcloth.

"Well i suppose every student needs to be able to contact theor teacher~ and these instructions are called patterns" you smiled to him nodding slowly.

"Right right i knew that of course they're patterns" he chuckled grinning ear to ear relived you hadnt turned him down.

"Well we have a good few hours, perhaps a few more lessons for my little student?" You teased picking up the pattern to show him some of the abbreviations. Mostly to try and concentrate on somthing other then the fact superman had just asked for your number... and was taking crochet lessons.

"Of course" he said excited eyes glittering with glee whilst looking at the small page.

[head---ache]

HI SAME ANON CUZ. THOUGHTS GO DRR but! yk that got me thinking like. WE DO GIVE SM ATTENTION TO DETERMINED and look good reason hes sonadow in a nutshell /J

howver im thinking of more ways the other sonics could have breakdowns, and do correct me if any of this is like not in character bc i love to ehar abt ur au!

ok first kindness – i think he would like have a goal for him to go to everybody weekly to ask if they need anything for him to help with (usually daily actually) and when he doesnt reach that "goal" he might think of himself as like less of a good friend bc he isnt helping enough which could SO turn into overworking and just!! BREAKDANCE OR BREAKDOWN WOO

chill i think would just do not as much as the others, opting o always lay down and just be calm n. chill! and maybe cux of that sometimes he thinks that he isnt as useful as the others sometimes but i jus think hes probably the least most mentally ill cuz hes like "no time for sadness when you swagness" (thats probly his motto)

energetic would deffo think hes too annoying to all of them but like!! he has too much energy!! he has to burn it off soMEHOW so theyre just like "no another time not now" and its like hes just!! he probably starts getting kidna sad but like he has other friends to play with, right?

determine is a bomb abt to EXPLODE and like!! he has pure anxiety, he always needs to know shadows and also his friends locations and they have to tell him or else he just starts panicking and cant function until he sees them again. also with how he blames himself for everything, probably has a tendency to apologize all the time so theyre confused cuz hed be with vanilla, cream, n amy and hed accidentally knock somethin over and go "im so sorry I shouldn't have done that why did i do that i should leave" and shadow probably has to calm him down the most

competitive is 2000% existing because he says he "needs to be better than everybody else" when its just "i want to prove to myself im good enough" when he cant, he doesnt know if he is bc like!! only shadow can race against him and they always tie and he probably ends up pushing himself So Hard that shadow has to just make a competition out of getting rest or else competition dead straight won't sleep until hes perfected this, gotten better at that, made sure he didnt lose any skill on something, or etc bc he still wants to prove to not just himzelf but to everybody hes good enough so they can confide in him!!

ok thats all (IDK IF I FORGOT OTHERS IM JUST. THINKING ALSO WATCHING TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES SO IM LIKE. GRATUITOUS COOL VIOLENCE OR WRITING. HECK YKNOW)

ANKAZOANZIQDNSOFNSKX YES!!! THESE ARE MY BOYS!!!! NO CORRECTION TO BE MADE THESE ARE T H E M !!!!!

Also, I usually draw them with the same other characters a lot, like I usually draw Competitive with Knuckles, and Knuckles at first just goes along, fights Competitive and everyone happy, but then it's like weeell he kind of has a very important emerald to look after, and everytime Competitive looses he wants a rematch and it just gets tiring. But like, Competitive feels the need to prove that he is strong and capable! So they get stuck on his loop.

Then there's Energetic and Amy, he kind of just shows up, looking to burn some energy, and at first she just lets him, but she isn't really pleased with having him running around in her house, he starts bumping into things and breaking some other, and even if he is sorry he just can't stop moving! Amy then starts trying to get him to stop, or to just get him out of the house but she also feels a little guilty because she knows he doesn't do it on purpose.

There's also Determined and Shadow, we all know Determined follows him around and tries to protect him all the time, but it starts to intervene with Shadow's life as well. Rouge is kind of annoyed by it, and it causes trouble at GUN, and Shadow's an introvert, so being followed around isn't really his favorite thing. I just imagine Shadow just walking while Determined is not only behind him, but looking around, suddenly making Shadow stop if he hears anything weird, or sees anyone suspicious, but it's actually nothing. Shadow would try to get him to leave him alone, but Determined always has the 'what if's.

Finally there's Chill, Kind and Tails. Tails is very busy, trying to find a solution for this five Sonics thing, but it's a little hard with two out of five always distracting him. I imagine Kind offering to help, at first Tails let him, but something goes wrong and he's like 'haha never again' and then Kind is just left to stand behind Tails, waiting to be given a task, while Chill isn't actually helping at all, he's using all the space just laying around, if Tails ever needs him he's okay with helping??? But he doesn't really put all his effort in, so in the end it's as if he did nothing. It's not that he doesn't want to help, but like, why ask him? Kind is already there and eager to help.

I also like to think about interactions between the Sonics! Because some of them are kind of opposites, like Kind and Competitive, or Chill and Energetic (or Chill and Determined), so it's fun to imagine things like Competitive going around showing everyone how strong and fast he is, and Kind's just like 'well you're not being very nice' and Competitive doesn't really know how to react???? Or Determined being all worried over something, and desperately trying to fix it, and Chill just being like 'dude chill, you're exaggerating way too much' So that's interesting too, even more considering it's quite literally just Sonic talking to himself:)

[baroquebucky]

lover is a day

a/n: hi pals !! here is a sort of angsty but fluffy fic inspired by another cuco song ! i cant believe tfaws is over i miss them already :[ lyrics in bold ! srry for any typos </3

buckys mind is racing all the time, you’re there to slow him down

word count: 3.1k

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will you love this part of me?

Bucky tried his damn best to keep you out of the avenging part of his love. He never introduced you to the team, only telling Steve about you and Sam finding out because he stole Buckys phone and you just so happened to call him.

You saw the trends on Twitter, seeing the videos of your boyfriend easily take down seven men in a bar in madripoor. You tried your best to not watch it, knowing he wouldn’t want you to. Curiosity getting the best of you, you clicked the trend, mouth dropping as you saw the way he fought.

His eyes were cold, he moved like it was second nature to him, it was frightening to see how easy it came to him.

You jumped as your phone vibrated, an incoming call from bucky pausing the video. You hesitated before answering, putting on a bright smile and trying to forget what you had just seen.

“hi doll face” Bucky smiled, you heard the thumping of music in the background.

“hi buck, are you at a club?” You questioned, a smile on your face as he let out a sigh, rolling onto his back on the couch he was on.

“I’m at Sharon’s place, she has this whole museum club thing going on” he explained, your eyes wide at the mention of the agent.

“Sharon? like Steve Sharon? Sharon from shield?” You questioned, bucky smiled at your interest, nodding along to your words, quickly replying when he realized you weren’t on FaceTime.

Bucky kept you in the loop, not wanting you to get caught off guard if anything were to happen. He just made sure you were never in danger and no one knew about you, as much as he’d want to shout from the roof just how much he loved you.

“that’s the one, I’ll explain when i get back” he spoke calmly, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands as he put you on speaker.

Bucky talked about some movie he wanted to watch, your mind drifting back to the video, your heart thumping in your ears.

“doll?” He asked, his voice echoing in you room.

“what, sorry i got distracted” you replied, trying to play it off. Bucky frowned, his heart sinking at the realization.

“you saw it” he spoke simply, moving to sit up on the couch again, his eyes focusing on the floor.

You wanted to lie, say you had no idea what he was talking about. But you couldn’t, mouth opening only to close seconds later.

“I never wanted you to see that part of me” he spoke, you stayed quiet, letting him talk.

“Doll, I’m not him anymore i promise” he hesisted, “Zemo made me do it and i didn’t think i would- i just im gonna go” he spoke, hanging up quickly, heart heavy.

Furthering my distance from you

Bucky was never the best at speaking his mind, always too caught up in his own thoughts to say what he felt, thinking it never mattered and he should keep to himself.

You texted him right after, telling him to please take care, that you loved him. He didn’t reply.

It wasn’t for another couple days when he came home, entering quietly trying to not wake you up in case you were asleep already.

He set his bags down softly, entering the room and expecting to find you curled up. Buckys heart raced as he looked up to see you staring at him with a smile on your face, getting off the bed quickly and throwing yourself onto him.

“i missed you so much james” you whispered, squeezing him slightly as your arms wrapped around him.

“y/n i-” he began, pushing you back softly. You let go reluctantly, knowing he wanted his space.

I’m okay as long as you keep me from going crazy

“Bucky, it’s okay” you replied, stopping him from going down a rabbit hole if you didn’t. You looked at him, the light from your bedside lamp only slightly illuminating the room.

“i know thats not you anymore, sometimes you have to do something’s to get stuff and i get that angel” you spoke, looking at him softly, slowly grabbing his hand and squeezing.

“i still love you bucky, with all my heart” you smiled, wishing you could see the way his cheeks flushed at your words.

He looked up from the floor, you could barely making out the way his lips turned up in a small smile.

“do you really?” He whispered, stepping closer so that your faces were only inches apart. You nodded, eyes flickering to his lips after a couple of seconds.

“I love you more doll” he replied, ears burning as you pulled him in for a kiss, holding the collar of his shirt to pull him closer.

You pulled away with a smile on your face, looking at him for a second before throwing your arms around him, holding him tightly. Bucky wrapped his arms around after a second, placing a kiss ontop of your head, never wanting to let you go.

You can’t get by with a lie

Bucky shot up, sweating and breathing heavy, looking over to see you stirring slightly at his movement.

“buck?” You mumbled, eyes still closed as you turned opening them slightly to reach for the super soldier. You placed a gentle hand on his vibranium one, looking at him with your fuzzy vision.

“nightmare?” you mumbled, sitting up and looking at him, his chest still heaving as he shook his head.

“no it- I’m fine” he spoke, “Cmon let’s get back to sleep” he smiled tightly but you shook your head, looking at him sternly.

“James we talked about this, please, talk to me angel” you looked at him, now fully awake and wanting to help bucky through his nightmares. He hesitated, sighing and fiddling with the edge of the blanket.

“okay” he nodded, heart racing as you helped him through his nightmare. You reminded him how he had changed, how he was a new person and he was trying his best to make amends.

“You’re okay, you’re here and you’re free” you spoke, hugging him tightly and stroking his arm soothingly. Bucky nodded, closing his eyes and focusing on your beating heart.

Funny thing about you is you read me pretty well

You clenched your fist, wanting to throw your laptop across the room as your work frustrated you once again. Your breathing was heavier and you let out a small sigh, not wanting to alert bucky.

After a couple more minutes you felt the tears pricking your eyes, squeezing them shut in hopes they would go away.

You got up quickly, heading toward the kitchen to get a drink of water, leaving bucky alone in the room. He turned to look at you, noting how fast you were walking and the way you were breathing shakily.

Bucky gave you a minute, waiting to see if you’d come back. When you didn’t return he followed you, seeing you staring out the cup in your hand with intense focus.

“doll, what’s wrong?” You looked at him, putting a smile on your face and shaking your head.

“I’m fine buck, just thirsty” he frowned, walking towards you and pulling you into his arms.

“i know you too well for that to work on me doll” he sighed, stroking your back softly as you but back tears, finally letting a sob out. “let it out doll I’m here.”

Me and Mr. Heart we say the cutest things about you

Bucky smiled at the way you jumped for joy when you saw a dog in the park, immediately talking his ear off about how you had always wanted your own.

“don’t you think we should adopt? I think we’re at that point y’know?” You smiled, starry eyes as you turned to look at him.

Never in his life had he felt more in love, he thought of how perfect you looked, with slightly messy hair from the wind and a stain on your shirt from the time he accidentally splashed paint on you.

He felt the world around him fade away, focusing only on you and your words, rattling off some facts about people with pets being happier in an effort to convince him.

Bucky thought of the way you had always cared for him, living him with all you were. He thought of how you were the most caring person in the world to him, how you were the most radiant person in the room no matter what.

He loved you so much and all he wanted was to make you happy.

“I’ve always been a cat person” he teased, loving the way you rolled your eyes with a playful smile on your face.

“we could get a cat, they’re calm and sweet” you nodded, taking his hand and pulling him towards the parking lot.

How could bucky say no when you looked so excited?

You held the white cat in your arms a few weeks later, a huge smile on your face as he purred into your touch.

“welcome home alpine” you smiled, setting the cat down and letting him explore.

Buckys heart grew in his chest, you seemed so unreal. You were everything he ever wanted and everything he ever needed. And you were all his.

You looked at bucky, a smile on your face as he picked up the cat, setting him gently on his lap.

“thought you were gonna get us a dog the whole time we were there” he spoke, looking at you as you stared at the pair, standing across the room and putting away some cat food and toys.

“you said you were a cat person” you replied, “plus you’re happy right?” You questioned, walking over and sitting down next to him, reaching out to scratch the back of Alpines ears.

“very happy doll” he smiled, eyes settling on the cat in his lap, wanting to place kisses all over the now sleeping feline.

“then I’m happy that you’re happy” you smiled, kissing his cheek softly, letting your head rest on his shoulder and enjoy the company of your now two favorite boys.

My lover is a day I can’t forget

“Do you remember how we met?” You asked suddenly, bucky smiled as he recalled the memory.

“doll it’s 3 am” he chuckled, the streetlight sneaking in through the curtains as you two lay in bed.

“so you don’t” you huffed, turning so your back would face him. Bucky smiled at your reaction, quickly turning you back around to face him.

“of course i do doll” he replied, a soft smile still on his face, “why?”

“what did you think of me?” You wondered, wiggling a bit to get more comfortable. You had a small smile on your face as he began talking.

“i thought you were too nice, they got your whole order wrong and you still ate the whole thing” he smiled.

Buckys eyes had immediately landed on you when he entered the small diner, seeing you smiling with a couple of your friends.

Steve was insistent on getting him to go to more places and this was #1 on his list.

“so those are my favorites you can always look through the menu though i guess” steve smiled, noticing his friends focus on you.

“thank you!” You smiled at the waitress, taking the dish from her, turning to your friends as soon as she left.

“i didn’t order this” you grumbled, your friends insisting you send it back.

“but what if she’s having a bad day already? and this is the last straw? It’s fine i can just eat it it’ll be fine” you shook your head, taking a bite and making a face.

“send it back y/n!” Your friend persisted and you shook your head, you were so stubborn.

“it’s not that bad!” You smiled, eating the whole thing, “wish it was the other one though” you giggled as your friends rolled their eyes.

Bucky kept glancing over at you, trying to not make it obvious. Steve decided against saying anything, making easy conversation with his best friend.

You hit your friend gently, a blush on your face when your eyes had landed on the two super soldiers.

“okay don’t be obvious” you began, “that’s steve rogers and bucky barnes?” You whispered, your friends all turning and looking at the table.

Bucky had just so happened the be glancing over, making eye contact with you, his face went red as he saw your whole table staring at the pair.

��You were so shy, you didn’t even have the guts to say hi” he teased and you punched him softly.

“you didn’t say anything either in my defense” you smiled, fiddling with his dog tags.

You turned back quickly, slapping a hand on your face as your friends laughed. “I said don’t be obvious did i not!”

“didn’t you say you would die for him? You talk about him almost everyday” your friend teased and you hit her, face burning.

“shut up! they’re super soldiers what if they hear you” you snuck a glance at their table, seeing the way bucky had a small smirk on his face and Steve was holding back a laugh.

“i hate you guys, i really do” you mumbled, “should i say sorry? I feel like i should say sorry right?”

“You just want an excuse to give that man sex eyes” another one of your friends spoke up and you rolled your eyes.

You snuck a glance at bucky making eye contact, you gave a small smile which he happily returned, waving slightly. You waved back, quickly turning back to your friends as your heart raced.

You and your friends paid and left not long after, Steve and bucky following a couple minutes after. You said your goodbyes in the parking lot, giving them tight hugs.

“you sure you don’t want a ride?” They had asked and you shook your head, waving her off as you walked to the bus stop down the street, sitting on the bench and scrolling through your social media mindlessly.

You looked up as someone sat next to you, giving them a small smile before realizing it was bucky. Your eyes went wide and you froze, eyes focused on your now locked phone. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

You glanced at bucky, face flushing when you made eye contact.

“you were so charming, i still don’t understand how you could be so calm” you spoke, looking at him as he let out a snort.

“i was shitting myself the whole time doll” he laughed, “I’m surprised i didn’t fuck up the moment i opened my mouth.”

“I’m bucky” he smiled, extending his had for you to shake. You smiled back, shaking his hand before replying, “I’m y/n.”

You were quiet for a second before turning to face him again, “I’m sorry for my friends in the diner, they can be a bit much” you chuckled, fiddling with your phone in your hands.

“don’t worry ‘bout it, I’m flattered honestly” he replied and you cocked your head.

“oh?” You replied, confused at his response.

“I mean to have a pretty girl like you thinking about me? An honor really” he spoke smoothly, a charming smile on his face as he looked at you.

“i- well- uh, thank you?” You let out a breathy laugh, and he smiled at you, moving onto another topic of conversation.

Next thing you knew the two of you were sat together on the bus, laughing as you two exchanged stories and talked about your interests.

“this is my stop” you frowned, not wanting to end the conversation yet. Buckys heart raced, debating on wether or not he should make a move or not. Steve would surely have his head on a spike if he didn’t.

“i- well, if you want i can walk you, it’s dark and i don’t want you in any danger” he spoke, stumbling in his words.

“I’d love that buck” you smiled and he looked at you with a grin on his face, following you out of the bus.

The evening air was cool, it felt nice against your flushed skin, a smile on both of your faces as you walked towards your apartment. The sound of your laughter filling the open air.

You arrived at your apartment building, exchanging numbers and saying goodbye, already looking forward to see each other next time.

“can’t believe you walked me back” you giggled, butterflies in your stomach as you remembered how flirty he was that night.

“i never told you but i had actually driven to the place” bucky blushed, “Steve had been busy earlier so we met up there” he laughed as your mouth flew open.

“so you had to go all the way back to get your car?!” Bucky smiled bashfully, “you even paid to take the bus!” You squealed, sitting up quickly and leaning against the headboard.

“I wasn’t gonna let public transportation stand between me and the love of my life!” Bucky replied quickly, sitting up next to you.

“you barely knew me!”

“i wanted to get to know you! that was the whole point” he shot back, a smile on his face when he noticed how flustered you were.

“you did all that for me” you looked at him fondly and he nodded.

“and I’d do so much more for you now” Bucky smiled, kissing your cheek softly before moving to your jaw and then your lips.

“I love you so much doll” he whispered, pulling you into his arms. You let him wrap himself around you, holding you closely to his chest.

“i love you more lovely” you replied, placing a soft kiss on his bicep. He held you for a couple more moments before letting go, letting you move back to his side and lay on his chest.

“you do so much for me doll, you keep me grounded, you make me happy, you keep me from going crazy, wish i could do the same” he mumbled, his fingers scratching at your scalp and making your eyes flutter shut.

“you do all that and more for me too james, you just never realize” you whispered, yawning as he continued his movements.

“how about we go to sleep, and I’ll tell you all tomorrow just how much you do for me, yeah?” You mumbled, opening your eyes slightly. Bucky nodded, laying down and getting comfortable, moving so that he could spoon you, draping an arm around your waist and pulling you to his chest.

“goodnight lover boy” you mumbled, he smiled at the nickname.

“goodnight dollface” he whispered, kissing your neck softly before closing his eyes, hearing alpines soft purring from across the room.

[dollslayer]

Artistic Intention

Artist!Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve's doing well in his life drawing class, but a new muse throws him for a loop in the back supply room.

W/C: 2,374

Warnings: NO MINORS, p in v smut, unprotected sex, public sex, breeding kink if you squint, swearing

A/N: Hey! I wrote this for @buckyownsmylife 1st anniversary challenge! I love me a good AU so I chose Artist AU+ exhibitionism. Happy tumblr-versary! I made Steve a shy boi in this lol. If you liked this fic pls reblog/comment!! Check out my other fics too! Cheers!

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It’s 1:45pm and Steve is desperately trying to weave his way through the crowd of people before him. His art folio hits everyone and thing as he makes feeble attempts to apologize to everyone for the bulkiness of the case. He can’t be too apologetic though, he’s running late for his 2pm life drawing class and if he doesn’t make it the professor will close the door in his face.

This is the longest 15 minutes in Steve’s life, he figures. He finally makes it up the steps and jogs up the stairs. His folio hits his leg, he winces but doesn’t stop, he’s only got a few minutes to make it up to the second floor and get himself situated behind an easel. He’s nearly out of breath when he makes it to the second floor and he’s trying to check his watch while running for the door. Two minutes.

Steve bursts through the doors and exhales loudly, he’s not sure he’s ever felt so relieved. His feeling of relief is short lived and quickly replaced with embarrassment as he realizes every pair of eyes in the room is on him. Every pair except for one. The new model for class this week, you slowly turn your head to reveal sharp eyes and a coy smile. He feels himself blush under your gaze and mutters an apology before getting settled in an easel directly in front of you.

He tries his best to focus on getting his paper and charcoals set out in an effort to shrug off the mixture of humiliation and lingering anxiety he had about being late. He feels his heartbeat begin to steady and he lets himself relax a little bit.

“Good afternoon, everyone. We have a new model in class this week, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. She’ll be keeping her current pose for one hour and repositioning for the second half of class. Mr. Rogers, since you had no problem running late I assume you’ll have no problem staying late as well. You’ll clean up after class.” The professor concludes with a short nod.

Steve sighs but nods his head in acknowledgement. He catches you smirking in amusement again at him and he can’t help but to blush all over again. He feels just like he did in high school, embarrassing himself in front of pretty girls. He sighs and picks up a piece of charcoal.

Steve decides to get a proper look at you and almost regrets it when he chokes on his own breath. You’re gorgeous, you’re coy and charming, you’re a muse. He’s still blushing because you’re naked, and beautiful and the feeling of humiliation hits him even more. He’s been in this class before, he knows the models will be naked but none of them had ever caught his attention as more than a subject, none of them were you.

He takes his time admiring your natural curves and appreciates your figure. You are so full of natural beauty, your bare face is perfectly flawed and the sun shining through the window highlights your skin tone. He can see why you were chosen to model for class, you’re perfect. He has to discreetly adjust himself and shuffles his jacket into his lap as he feels his pants tighten. He’s flustered all over again and realizes everyone else is already ahead of him. He puts charcoal to paper and gets to work.

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As class goes on Steve’s sketch is coming along nicely. He can’t bring himself to look at you for more than a few seconds at a time for fear of getting hard again. When he sends furtive glances your way he catches you looking back at him with that smile of yours. He swears at one point you raise an eyebrow at him like you’re amused by him. He brushes it off and keeps drawing.

Class comes and goes much faster than he anticipated. He wants to pack up and get out as quickly as he can when he remembers that he has to clean up the room. He lets out a groan and waits for everyone else to leave. Now it’s only you, him, and the professor who are left in the room.

“Mr. Rogers I’ve got to get out of here, I trust you can put easels away without incident?” The professor asks. Steve nods and the professor turns to you. “Thank you for your work today, you can collect your pay from the front office. I look forward to having you as a model for this class.”

You smile and nod, waving goodbye to him. By now you’ve slipped on a robe and are reaching for your bag but it feels like you’re lingering. It’s just now that Steve realizes the two of you are alone. He swallows thickly, trying not to pay attention to you out of the corner of his eye. He begins to pack away his own drawing but not before giving it one final assessment. He can’t help himself from his own critical eye, analyzing mistakes and appreciating triumphs.

“Is that supposed to be me?”

Steve jumps in surprise, you’re peering right over his shoulder. He’s caught off guard by your presence and also by your voice, do you always sound this sultry?

He swallows and nods before taking a deep breath. Wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans he turns to face you.

“Uh, yeah. Yes it is. I don’t think it’s very good but I’m trying” He anxiously starts making excuses, assuming you hate it.

But you don’t. You just smile thoughtfully at him and nod.

“It’s good. At least, I think it is.”

“Th-thanks, thank you.”

“Do you always cut it that close or were you just hoping to stay late with me?”

Steve sputters at your boldness. He has to remind himself that he’s not that scrawny, measly kid he used to be. But he can’t help but feel like he is with his sweaty palms and short breaths.

“I, I um, I didn’t realize there’d be a new model. Was kind of expecting the old one. Not- not that there’s anything wrong with you, of course! I, sorry I didn’t mean to imply that, you’re- you’re beautiful too, you’re perfect really, I just. Oh jesus.” He spews the words out faster than his brain can keep up and he’s making a complete fool of himself.

He can’t bear to look at you, so he starts closing up easels and stacking stools. He doesn’t notice you ogling his muscles through his tight t-shirt.

“You think I’m beautiful?” You ask innocently.

“I-, um, yes. I think you’re very beautiful, if you don’t mind me saying so.” Steve answers honestly.

He moves some stools to the large supply room in the back of the classroom and you follow him.

“I think you’re beautiful too. And cute. You’re practically falling all over yourself, it’s sweet”

Are you talking to him? He still sees himself as he was back then, having a hard time thinking that anyone would look at him and find him attractive. It’s why he’s so beside himself now. You’re so completely beautiful and self-assured, there’s no way you’re talking to him. He sets down the stack he’s carrying and realizes you’re much closer than he thought. You’re inches away.

“What do you like the most about me? Is it my body? Don’t think I didn’t notice you readjusting your pants at the beginning of class.” You move even closer and Steve thinks you must be able to hear his heart beat because it’s about to come right out of his chest.

Your hands are on his chest and you have to lean up on your tip-toes for your lips to meet his ear.

“What do you say? You and me in this supply room? There’s hardly anyone here. Come on”

Steve feels like he’s dreaming, he has to check if he is. But then your hand reaches for his dick through his pants and he nearly doubles over from the sensation. He’s never been with anyone so brash and confident, your touch leaves a burning trail on his body.

“But- but what if someone comes in and sees?” He says, using every last bit of coherent reasoning he has.

“Isn’t that what makes it so fun?”

Oh, God. You. You. Smiling that devilish smile at him. He was weak in the knees and you took the opportunity to push him backwards onto a spare desk. You pulled him by the shirt collar to meet your lips and he let out a noise of surprise. Steve pushes his tongue into your mouth and lets out an obscene moan. You feel so good. He knew you’d feel good but not this good.

Steve’s large hands come to your waist and venture lower until he has a handful of your ass and grabs. You let out a little moan and nudge your knee between his legs and he grinds against it. You pull back to catch your breath when your hands go to the ties of your robes.

“We’re a little overdressed, don’t you think?”

Steve doesn’t need to be asked twice as he pulls his shirt over his head. Jeans have never felt so uncomfortable and he’s frantically trying to get himself down to his boxers. He swears he goes slack jawed when he looks back up at you. He’s already seen you naked, he just stared at you naked for hours, but you’re just as gorgeous as before but it’s the way you’re looking at him. Like he’s desirable, almost like he’s a piece of meat. It makes him feel wanted and reassured and he feels himself grow harder.

Your hands slip beneath the elastic of his boxers and slowly slide them down his legs. He can’t help but flush when you let out a small gasp at the size of him. He doesn’t want to get too big of an ego with it but he’s always known he was… gifted.

Before he can let anything go to his head he lets out his own soft gasp as you stroke him languidly. He can’t control his hips as they cant up into your hand. You grab his hand and quickly lead his fingers to your dripping pussy. Steve nearly melts when he feels how wet you are and slides two fingers in easily. He’s pumping them in and out and you let out tiny mewls as you kiss his neck.

There’s no more time for preamble though, you two need to be quick if you don’t want to be caught by some unfortunate custodian. You remove your hand from his cock and he takes his fingers out of your pussy and swears you whine a little. Feeling brazen himself, he makes direct eye contact with you and sucks his fingers clean. You bite your lip and squirm while he revels in the taste.

Reluctantly he takes his fingers out of his mouth and gets up to situate you so you’re sitting on the desk. You spread your legs wide for him and he takes in the sight, committing to memory. Maybe he can draw you like this some time. For now he takes a step closer but falters, remembering one fatal flaw in this whole plan.

“I… don’t have a condom”

You don’t look let down at all, you look excited in fact. Shaking your head, you explain to him.

“Doesn’t matter, ‘m on the pill. I wanna feel you cum inside me”

Steve might pass out before he gets the chance, the way you keep talking with that mouth of yours. He wastes no more time and positions himself at your entrance. He has one hand on his dick and the other on the back of your neck when he looks you deep in the eye and impales you fully in one go.

The moan you let out is pornographic and Steve uses his newly freed hand to cover your mouth.

“We have to stay quiet. Can you do that?”

You nod silently and he removes his hand, opting to grab your hip instead.

He pulls back and begins to start pumping into you. He’s steady at first, trying to keep himself from cumming too quickly. Slowly he starts increasing his speed and the force that he uses is causing the legs of the old desk to scrape against the floor.

Your hand reaches and grabs his ass, pushing him deeper into your pussy. You feel so tight wrapped around him with no barrier and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out. You’re trying to keep your moans quiet when he kisses you to silence them all together. He’s trying with all his might not to cum before you do.

His fingers find your clit and he starts rubbing it in tight circles. You have a harder time keeping quiet and you’re squeezing him like a vice. The friction on your clit and his dick hitting your G-spot perfectly is causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head.

“‘M gonna cum, please. Please don’t stop” You beg. Steve feels a wave of power surge over him now that you’re the needy one.

“Go on then, I’m not far behind ya. Wanna feel your pussy cum on my cock.”

With a few moments more he has you seeing stars and you claw at his back and pull him close to you. He continues on in his movements and starts pounding into you in earnest chasing his own release. All you can do is hold on for dear life.

Steve makes one final thrust before he’s cumming deep inside you. The rush of warmth is welcome to you and you kiss his jaw as he tries to catch his breath. The only sound being both of your heavy breathing. Hopefully no one heard you.

Steve can’t believe what just happened. He met a gorgeous girl and she propositioned him in a public place all in the span of two hours. He realizes just how far he’s come from who he used to be. He looks down at you, your noses touching.

“So, what’s your name?”

[migilini]

Could you please write one of those Tiktok "I tried to kiss my bestfriend / crush" challenge for either Charlie or Owen. Thanks!

Crushtok - Owen Patrick Joyner

A/N: Yes ofc I can! I never wrote for Owen so let me know what you think! I hope you like it :)

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: tiktok and noise (so none really)

Requests are open!

MASTERLIST

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The sun poked through curtains and you swore that you had heard birds the day before but it was loud, uncomfortably so. All you heard was the clacking of metal and the rattling of the machinery that the construction in front of Owens Appartement made. All the unpleasant noises woke you up in the early morning. Grumbling, you tried to block out the noise with a pillow pressed against your face.

"That's not gonna work sleepy beauty" a lower voice croaked, catching you completely off guard so you let out a quiet shriek. "Oweenn why do you have to scare me badly in the morning?" You whined and took the pillow away from your face.

He sat on the other side of the couch, just underneath your feet and looked absolutely tired. His blonde hair was standing up in every possible direction, his normally piercing blue eyes trying their best to stay open. By the way, he was looking at you with a little smirk on his lips, you figured that you didn't look any better.

"Because it's 6 am on a Saturday morning and I didn't want to suffer alone. So lucky you for visiting me this week!" Owen exclaimed and hit your leg in a joking manner.

"I've got thrown out by my landlord. I'm not here on my own terms..." this earned you a shocked gasp from the boy sitting in front of you. "And there I was, thinking this friendship meant something to you." You just rolled your eyes with a smirk.

"Do you want to come back to my bedroom? With some music playing it's much quieter than out here." Nodding tiredly, he held out a hand to help you stand up; you only noticed when you nuzzled into his bed that he didn't let go of your hand.

You woke up a couple of hours later, quiet pop music filled the darkroom and it was hot, your bare legs sticking to the duvet covers. You turned around and faced a back with broad shoulders that were just moments ago pressed against your back. Groaning, you stuck your legs out of the bed, the cold air cooling you down immediately. Owen stirred next to you and sat up slowly.

"Morning part 2." you chuckled and automatically pushed some of his hair out of his face.

"Mornin" he mumbled back.

"You were right it's much quieter in your room."

You stood up, stretching your limbs, before heading back into the living room where all your stuff was stored, quite impractically but it was stored.

You heard a shower running, that gave you the perfect time to change from your big shirt and little pants sleep attire to a more comfortable day outfit. After rummaging through your boxes, that you packed in a freezy, you choose some brown cotton pants with a white body and to top it off your favourite purple cardigan that Owen gifted you one Christmas. With some extra time, you put on your glasses and started to search for a new place to stay.

"So what do you wanna do today? I have nothing going on so..." you stopped listening as Owen walked into the living room shirtless. He wore some blue sweatpants that hung quite low on his hips, his chest still sparkling from the water.

You would have probably started to drool if he wouldn't have worn his hair in a towel bun.

You let out a laugh that made him stop in his tracks.

"What?" he stared at you intensely.

"Oh, nothing princess... nothing. We uh... could look at some apartments for me and just go for a drive?"

"Am I that bad of a roommate?" he said and plopped down next to you on the couch his arm resting on the top comfortably.

"No but I would really appreciate a place to store my stuff properly." you continued to scroll through places to stay.

"This one looks good." he pointed out and put his finger on the screen, you hadn't realised that he rested his arm just above your shoulders so it took you off guard when you suddenly felt his arm on your neck.

"Mhmm, but you cant look at it today... This one though has a viewing in the late afternoon."

"Then that's our plan for today."

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"Y/N! Y/N!" Owen screamed loudly from the kitchen "Come here real quick."

With your phone still in one hand, you waddled over to your best friend. "What's the emergency?" you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Do this TikTok with me." he pleaded and looked at you with a slight pout, shoving his phone in your face. Your eyes scanned the screen and then you scoffed, "First of all since when are you on lesbian TikTok? And secondly, that's a bit... explicit... don't you think?"

"W- Our lips don't have to touch! I don't have anybody else to do it with! Y/N Come On!" he yelled after your figure who left the kitchen with a shaking head and hot cheeks.

Your thought didn't stop racing for the rest of the day. Did Owen want to kiss you? Or was he just so comfortable with your friendship that he really didn't care? You hated that you were a cliche, falling in love with your childhood best friend. Growing up you were always the one rolling your eyes at your parents who thought that you and Owen would make just such a cute couple but here you were, sitting on his couch, your heart beating in your chest and extremely conscious of his presence.

Little did you know that Owen felt the exact same. Over the years and especially puberty, he started to develop feelings for you. At first, he tried to deny them, telling himself that it's just that he's used to you being around but then he left to pursue his acting career and he missed you more than everything in the world. Not a single day went by when he didn't think of you or tried to call you. Ever since then, he tried to be close to you in one way or the other, he didn't care if it was just his leg touching yours or your body heat warming him up.

Due to the fact that you were both anxious people, neither of you ever made a move. He missed your longing stares and you missed the way he was checking you out every time he looked at you.

His friends finally talked some confidence into him and so he took little steps into what should eventually lead to him confessing his love for you. He started to flirt more with you, give you loads of compliments and asked you if you wanted to do some TikTok or lives with him.

Tapping on your shoulder made you look up from your phone, the TikTok you've been watching looping on your screen. Owen stood next to you, his phone pointed to you, a mischievous smirk prominent on his face and whipped cream can in his other hand.

"No." you tried to be serious but a chuckle escaped your lips. Owen turned the camera to him and sprayed some cream into his mouth then stared at you with squinted eyes, the whipped cream flowing out of his mouth.

You stared at him for a couple of seconds, your brain in overdrive, hands sweaty and heart beating rapidly. An idea washed over you and you tilted your head before leaning in close. Owen's eyes went wide and he nearly choked on the cream. But you weren't gonna kiss him seconds before your lips would have met, you halted. Then you slowly took the can of whipped cream out of his hand and sprayed it all over his head.

"You didn't!" he gasped with a full mouth while you laid on the floor, holding your stomach in laughter. Something wet hit your face that stopped you from laughing further. Owen had a massive grin on his face, one hand dripping slightly and his hair, less creamy.

"Be cautious Joyner" you warned standing up on your tiptoes to be as close to him as possible, your pointer finger pressing into his chest "I know where your bed sleeps."

You tried to back out of the situation, knowing damn well that it can easily get out of hand with you two and a whipped cream match would make a lot of mess. But Owen being the child he is, didn't back out, instead, he ripped the can out of your hand and sprayed it down your back.

The war ended peacefully. The cans of whipped cream, yes you found more cans, laying somewhere in the living room both of you covered from head to toe, breathing heavily. Owen held his hands up in surrender and looked up to your position on the coffee table.

"Ha! I win! Told you I didn't want to do the TikTok." you smiled triumphantly. "I say loser cleans this up." before Owen could protest you sprinted to the shower. Lucky for you he actually started to clean up when you walked out of the bathroom, dressed in comfortable sweats and one of Owens hoodie, your damp hair falling over your shoulders.

"Hey Y/N?" Owen asked somehow nervously. "Yes darling?" you answered with a bad British accent.

"Can you come here for a second?"

"Owen I'm not doing that TikTok with you, you just saw how that ended," you argued but made your way over to him. He stood in the middle of the room, his phone propped up on a shelf.

"You have something on your face." you chuckled and whipped away some dried leftovers from your previous war.

"Can you react to this song? I don't remember where I know it from" he asked, his voice shaking slightly. You furrowed your eyebrows at his odd behaviour just moments ago he was normal and now he acted very strangely.

"Sure." he pulled you in front of him, his hands resting on your shoulders.

'Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle

I can't let you go now that I got it'

“Sounds like BORNS…” you whispered more to yourself than to him and continued to listen to the song “Are you sure you just haven't…” you turned around to face him.

Owen took this as his opportunity to cup your face with both of his hands, softly pressing his lips to yours.

Your breath hitched and it took you a second to realise what was happening. The confidence Owen had just moments ago vanished when you didn't kiss him back immediately. Why should you? You never gave a hint that you liked him like that as well.

Just as he was about to pull away and apologize profusely, you overcame your state of shock. Your arms grabbed his hips to pull him closer, deepening the kiss. You felt him smile against your lips. Your stomach erupted with butterflies, your whole body tingled and your cheeks felt hot.

He was the first one to pull away, resting his forehead on yours. Both breathing heavily, the filming camera was completely forgotten, you looked in each other's eyes.

“I wanted to do that for so long,” you admitted and unconsciously bit your lip. Owen gulped heavily, “Me too but, what the hell! I mean how crazy is that?!”