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checkeredflagggs · 22 hours ago

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A Summer Dream

Pairing: charles leclerc x single mom!reader

summary: charles falls in love at first sight one summer day

a/n: ok we’re all gonna pretend that there’s a build a bear workshop in France if there isn’t!

a/n2: Mon bonheur means my happiness

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Private Messages, The Leclerc Brothers

Bluesky

user1: LEO!!!

↳user2: best puppy ever!

user3: live for the Leo mentions!

↳user4: same!

↳user5: following this page was the best decision ever

user6: Leo looks like a little trouble maker!

↳user7: he does doesn’t he?

↳user6: running away from Arthur like that…

user8: ok so I’m in Monaco right now and like I think Arthur Leclerc is running around all crazy like?

↳user9: what do you mean??

↳user8: bear in mind I didn’t get the greatest look at him but Arthur (maybe?) is running around the parks and streets yelling for leo??

↳user10: did Arthur lose leo???

↳user11: uh oh…

user12: ok it’s been a couple of hours I need an update??

↳user11: there’s missing flyers starting to appear so yes. Arthur did lose Leo

↳user13: NOT LEO?!?

Private Messages, BFF and y/n

Private Messages, The Leclerc Brothers

Bluesky

user14: oh thank god he’s alright

user15: it’s gonna be a good day!

user16: he’s so adorable! With his little ears all flopping about…

↳user17: I can understand Charles obsession now…

↳user18: obsession is such a strong word…

↳user19: ok there Charles’ secret account liked by user17

user20: ok but it was like a scene from a romance movie

↳user21: really??

↳user20: oh yeah! He slipped away from the woman who was carrying him and sprinted his little legs away

↳user20: the woman’s daughter cried out and followed then so did the woman. It ended up with everyone crashing into Charles…

↳user21: ok that’s cute af

Private Messages, the Leclerc Brothers

Private Messages, BFF and y/n

Bluesky

user22: what on earth is happening right now??

↳user23: I’m guessing we’re in a parallel universe??

↳user24: do they have dachshund bears??

↳user23: oh that’s gotta be it

user25: like are we sure it was Charles??

user26: ok so I was in the area and I swear I saw him go into multiple toy stores??

↳user27: does he have a new niece or nephew we don’t know about??

↳user28: could be possible…

user29: ok but regardless of the reasoning — like that’s such adorable and good behavior?? Like start waving the green flags ladies

↳user30: omg right???

Private Messages, BFF and y/n

Private Messages, The Leclercs

Bluesky

user31: I can bark?

↳user32: bark bark bark!!!

user33: ok so I see all the leclercs but who are the other 2 women??

↳user34: I spy with my little eye a child as well!

↳user33: wait really where?

↳user34: up on top with Charles!

user35: is this a safe space? can I theorize?

↳user36: idk but do it anyway

↳user35: I’m thinking it might be the woman who had Leo last week??

↳user36: omg what if??

↳user37: this could be the cutest love story meet cute ever!

↳user38: right?? She saves his dog and he falls in love??

user39: ok but am I the only one who thought Charles was wearing a bikini top??

↳user40: what??

↳user39: I don’t know ok??? But the stupid sun glare makes it look like he’s wearing a bikini top!

↳user41: no no no I can see it

↳user40: you’re both crazy

Private Messages, the Leclerc Brothers

Private Messages, Charles and y/n

charles_priv posted a story, y/n🔒 posted a story

[my date for the evening ♥️♥️][ohhh my heart 🩷🩷]

pierre_priv replied ummm??? Something you wanna tell me?

↳charles_priv my girlfriends daughter!

↳pierre_priv when did you get a girlfriend?!?

↳charles_priv last week!

↳pierre_priv and you’re already attached aren’t you?

↳charles_priv yes ☺️

↳charles_priv i'm thinking a winter wedding! So be sure to keep a week or 2 open in probably January

↳pierre_priv Charles you just met her!

y/n replied thank you for getting her!

↳charles_priv it really wasn’t a problem!

↳y/n you know she adores you right?

↳y/n she asks about you all the time

↳y/n race replays have become her new nightly routine

↳charles_priv really 🥺🥺🥺

↳y/n yes. not a day goes by where she doesn’t ask about the next time we’ll visit cha (and leo)

↳y/n picking her up and spending 1 on 1 time with her will make her day

↳charles_priv ☺️🥹☺️

↳charles_priv mon bonheur this is the best day of my life — I’ll take her out whenever she wants

aa_priv replied what??

arthur_priv replied wow already at the daddy daughter dates huh?

↳charles_priv yes ☺️☺️

↳arthur_priv …you know I was joking right??

↳arthur_priv please tell me your joking?

↳arthur_priv you’ve known her for only a week

↳arthur_priv you can’t seriously already be at that point!

↳charles_priv I’m telling you — y/n (and Jules) are it for me. I’m going to marry her one day! Soon!

maxv replied did i miss a step somewhere?

bff replied oh they’re so cute together

↳y/n they really are

↳y/n I think she loves him more than I do

↳y/n as impossible as I feel that is

↳bff not worried he’s gonna leave? break you’re hearts?

↳y/n honestly? no. I can see it in his eyes — how much he loves her, loves us

↳bff loves you?

↳y/n yes. how much he loves me

charles_priv replied we’re very cute together! but you should have joined us

↳y/n I will, next time

↳charles_priv next time huh?

↳y/n yes. next time.

Private Messages, Charles and y/n

charles_leclerc

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tagged: y/n

charles_leclerc: happy to win in front of my daughter (my biggest fan) and the love of my life!

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user50: ummmmm what?

↳user51: right? Did I miss a step or something??

user52: since when has Charles been dating someone??

↳user53: forget that SINCE WHEN HAS HE HAD A DAUGHTER???

↳user54: Charles I’m going to need you give us just a little bit more of an explanation please!

oscarpiastri: …I have a niece?

↳charles_leclerc: yes! She’s adorable and loves racing and loves leo and loves me!

↳oscarpiastri: cool 👍🏻

↳user55: I don’t know why I expected him to have more of a reaction 😭 liked by oscarpiastri

y/n: oh congratulations my love! You did fantastic today

↳charles_leclerc: it was because you were here 😊

↳y/n: no no no it was because you’re a fantastic driver. today was all you!

↳charles_leclerc: ehehehe thank you ☺️

↳user56: oh he’s down bad, down bad

user57: who what where when????

↳user58: right?? We skipped a couple of chapters at this point

maxverstappen1: congrats on the fatherhood?

↳charles_leclerc: thank you ☺️😊☺️😊

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kxsagi · 3 days ago

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hey!!! this is my first time requesting but recently i've been rewatching my fav show ever: gossip girl. and i thought it would be super fun to see the blue lock guys with someone like blair waldorf 🤭🤭 idk why but i just REALLY wanna see how the guys put up a rich popular mean girl. it can be with any guy: isagi, kaiser, nagi, etc. if you're unfamiliar with gossip girl or blair waldorf you can just ignore this. its cool 💕

“𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨, 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤’𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥”

a/n: i watched a little bit of gossip girl so i tried my best and kinda improvised 😭

ft. isagi yoichi, kaiser michael, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito

isagi yoichi

bro had no idea what hit him. he was used to kind, down-to-earth girls from back home, so when you called his sneakers “tragic” on your first meeting, he literally blinked and thought you were joking. you weren’t.

“you’re cute. a little scruffy. i could work with this.” and just like that, isagi's entire world view shattered. he's now frantically googling "how to be hot enough for a girl who looks like she drinks champagne at 8 AM."

he’s the kind of guy who tries to compliment you like: “you’re really smart, you know?” “of course i am, i graduated valedictorian and made half the school cry at prom. stay in your lane, isagi.”

but you’re also his biggest fan. when he scores a goal, you're in the stands with your designer sunglasses, clapping politely like: “wonderful, baby. now make sure that benchwarmer doesn’t breathe on you next time, i don’t like his aura.”

he takes it so seriously. he tries to understand fashion, reads vogue once, and nearly buys a $600 scarf because you offhandedly said you liked hermès.

you’re basically his villain origin story and true love in one.

kaiser michael

oh he loves it. he sees your chanel bag, your passive-aggressive smile, and your confident walk like you own the stadium? man’s already 10 steps behind you, hooked.

“you’re the meanest girl i’ve ever met,” he says, practically swooning. “and yet here you are, following me like a lost poodle.” “i like it when you call me names.”

you guys flirt like you're in a war room. constant sarcasm. constant power plays. it’s like watching two CEOs fight over a hostile takeover, except it’s lowkey hot.

kaiser tries to outdo your insults: “those earrings are almost as shiny as your ego.” “and your brain’s almost as big as your mouth. almost.” everyone else is just quietly sipping water like it’s a live fire hazard.

you insulted ness ONCE and kaiser has never laughed harder in his life. he now purposely brings ness around just to watch the chaos. “he’s not that bad,” kaiser shrugs. “he gives beige. walking beige.” (i am so sorry to all ness fans for this)

power couple energy that scares people. he buys you diamonds, you buy him real estate in your heart and lease it monthly.

nagi seishiro

at first? he found you exhausting. like. why are you wearing heels on campus. why are you roasting people. why do you look expensive all the time.

“you stress me out,” he groans. “you need the stress. you dress like you’ve given up.”

despite that, he finds himself slowly addicted to your attitude. it’s probably the way you pat his head like a house cat or how you insult his posture while fixing his hair.

you’re dragging him to brunches he doesn’t wanna go to, throwing his hoodies in the trash (“this is not loungewear, it’s a cry for help”), and making him carry your shopping bags.

he complains the whole time. but he always shows up.

secretly loves how you baby him after being mean: “ugh, you’re so slow.” “wanna sit down? i’ll get us smoothies. only because you look pitiful.”

nagi would literally lie down and let you walk over him in 6-inch louboutins and go “worth it.”

mikage reo

he thought he knew rich girls. he thought he was the rich girl. but then you stepped in with your curated social calendar, custom hair appointments, and the social finesse of a lioness hunting gazelle.

“wow, i’m in love,” was his first thought when you said, “mikage group stock dipped. tell your father to stop embarrassing us.”

the two of you are like the new money vs old money clash. both rich, both hot, both evil. you’re his competition and his soulmate.

y’all host charity balls and ruin reputations. you show up at his games in full designer couture and call the press coverage “low-resolution peasant work.”

reo lives for your sass. sometimes he’ll start a fight just to hear you drag him: “you think you're better than me?” “of course i am. i'm prettier and my skincare routine could fund your backup soccer team.”

he's the only one who can keep up with your social chessboard. double dates? gala invites? preposterous vendettas against other power couples? he’s in.

someone once called you a gold digger and reo bought their house just to evict them. true love.

itoshi rin

the emotional whiplash he got from being into you? insane. he likes quiet girls, calm girls, and then there’s you, fashion goddess with an icy tongue and sharper eyeliner.

“you don’t like me,” rin said once. “i like your face. not your attitude. we can work on the second one.” and that’s how he became your confused, angry, emotionally constipated boyfriend.

you bring out his inner softie by force. you wrap a scarf around him and say, “you look like an art student. tragic, but fixable.” and he just… blushes. violently.

he gets mad when you flirt with the waiter for extra olives, but you always nudge him under the table like relax, baby, i only want you (and he does relax… eventually).

he lowkey likes when you boss people around. you're the only one who can order him to sleep and live to tell the tale.

once you told rin he couldn’t wear that dumb hoodie to your tea party brunch and he glared for 45 minutes, but showed up in a polo shirt anyway.

“do you even like me?” “if i didn’t, you’d know. i’d ruin you.”

itoshi sae

when you first met sae, you looked him up and down and said, “europe aged you well, you finally look like you can afford my attention.” he blinked once and knew he was in love.

he pretends you annoy him. he says you're dramatic, your voice gives him migraines, and your shoes are too loud. but he shows up every time you call.

he's obsessed with the way you carry yourself. so untouchable. so self-assured. you walk into a room and act like you're the main event, and he respects the hell out of it.

you once called a rival player “a discount model with bad bone structure” and sae couldn’t stop thinking about it for three days. it awakened something.

his phone is full of candid pics of you looking expensive. when he’s bored, he scrolls through them and smirks like, yeah. that’s my girlfriend. she could ruin a man’s career with one tweet.

“you’re a menace,” he says. “and you’re obsessed with me. now kiss me, loser.”

the sexual tension when you argue is vile. people think you’re about to break up, but actually you’re deciding where to go for dinner.

shidou ryusei

oh he’s feral for you. the moment you insulted his entire personality and told him he smells like axe body spray and prison energy? he fell to his knees spiritually.

“you’re like, pure evil,” he grinned. “i’d let you stab me. tongue first.”

he flirts with you like he’s asking to be slapped. purposely gets on your nerves so you’ll yell at him. calls you “babycakes” and “tiffany tantrum” just to see your eye twitch.

one time you said, “if you bark at me again, i will get you neutered.” he moaned. in public.

you let him walk one step behind you like a trained rottweiler. he loves it. you pull him by the chain necklace and he follows you like a delinquent on a leash.

but behind the chaos, he’s protective af. someone looked at you wrong once and shidou was like, “should i bite them or burn their house down? say the word.”

and you? you just sip your $17 latte and go, “no need. their outfit’s already embarrassing enough.”

karasu tabito

the minute you called his shirt “last season’s mistake,” karasu gasped like a real housewife. “excuse me???” he choked. and then immediately started flirting with you.

he lives for the drama. you say something savage and he clutches his heart like “damn girl, say it again, but slower.”

he tries to roast you back, but your comebacks are so polished and ruthless that he’s usually left standing there blinking like an iphone on 1%.

he’s a gossip. he’ll come up behind you like, “so what’s the tea today, queen of the upper east side?” and you’ll be like, “rumor has it bachira's dating someone with no fashion sense.” “NOOO. not our funky boy falling into the polyester trap 😭”

you guys are a power duo. you show up to events dressed like enemies-to-lovers characters. he holds your bag when your earrings are too heavy. you fix his collar when he’s trying to act cocky.

karasu thinks it's hot that you're high-maintenance. “demanding girls keep me on my toes,” he says. “besides, i like being bossed around by someone with nice legs.”

he once joked that you were scary. you looked him dead in the eye and went, “i’m not scary. i’m selective. and you’re lucky.” he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since.

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bowxs · 18 hours ago

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Heyy 🩵I have a request and it is quite specific, soo I thought about Dean x reader and they sneak out at night (secretly ofc Sammy would not allow it that they go out to bars drinking). So they sneak out and reader is crushing on Dean Dean is crushing back but doesn't want to fuck things up and they go to a bar or fun fair and have the best time and maybee it's getting a bit steamy because none of them really likes to keep their relationship platonic.

im soso excited to write this!! i hope it was everything you wanted and more

i kinda got carried away with this😔

divider from @uzmacchiato

being sam’s best friend was one of the best decisions youve ever made. you got free tutoring, great inside jokes, and one hell of a view when his older brother came around when you were at their house

for all the years you and sam have been friends- 6 years to be exact- dean has always just been extra eye candy for you when you spent time with sam

recently though, you couldnt help but notice the lingering glanced that were once unrequited- but are now matched by dean

you think your going crazy, the way you think you see dean winking at you as he walks out the door while sam is passed out on the couch. you think you hear him waiting outside for you, normally the impala has started by now

but clearly you dont think as you cautiously stand up from the couch, quietly walking to the front door, shooting sam an apologetic glance before you slip out the front door, right behind dean

you thank whatever god there is as you see dean leaning against the outside wall, already looking at you, his stupidly hot grin already on his face

“i was starting to think you didnt notice me” he teases, lifting himself off the wall and slowly making his way to the impala, not bothering to check if you were following. he knew you were.

“i always notice you” you reply, hoping he didnt hear you and pretending to ignore the way his gaze flicks over to you before he gets in the impala.

“youve seriously never hooked up with Sammy? i was sure you guys had a thing-!” deans voice is interrupted by a fit of laughter from him, the sound booming in the small booth you guys were sat in, back in the corner of the bar

you grimace, shaking your head quickly as you take a sip of your drink- which is actually your third drink of the night. “i could never, hes like a brother to me”

you guys have been here for a couple hours now, and the conversation was easier than anything. everything just felt so natural between you two, and you hope your not imagining the certain look he has in his eyes when he looks at you

“so what, you got your eyes on someone else? a boyfriend?” he questions, trying to seem casual about asking and effectively hiding the way his body is tense as he waits for your answer. he crosses his fingers you dont say yes

you catch the small sigh of relief he lets out ad you shake your head again, a smile spreading even further on both of your faces. god you cant remember when the last time was that you felt this carefree- this happy.

you stumbled out of the bar with deans hand on your waist, both of you laughing like idiots as he held you steady enough to walk back to the impala

“m’glad you came sweetheart. its good to know your more than just sammys little friend” he smiles down at you, and before you know it your back is against the impala and dean is holding you against it by your waist

his face is so close you can see all his freckles and his scars- ones youve one been able to admire from a distance- the same ones sam has told you childhood stories about how he got them

your breaths mingle together, the smell of alcohol and something so familiarly dean lingering in the air around you two. you think you could die here and be happy

he stares at you for a second longer before hes pushing his mouth against yours, far too eager for whatever ‘slow buildup’ bullshit

his mouth moved quickly against yours, his hand moving to the back of your head to keep you in place as he took control of the kiss- too tired of waiting to hold back anymore

his strong thigh finds its way in between your legs, taking your small gasp as an opportunity to shove slip his tongue into your mouth, relishing in the taste of alcohol and taste of you

“god,” he breaks away, panting, his lips never straying too far from yours “i shouldve done this a lot fuckin’ sooner” he groans against yours lips as he opens the backdoor to the impala, guiding you to lay in the backseat

it was going to be a long night, but you didnt dare complain cause you were finally getting what you wanted after all this time.

you could find some way to explain the hickies to sam

#dean winchester smut #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester #supernatural #supernatural smut #jensen ackles smut #jensen ackles #sam winchester

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hellfirebarnes · 2 days ago

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Slow-Burns Part 13 (Last part)

@crowleythesexydemon

WELL, my lovelies - this is the end of the line for this story. THANK YOU to everyone who has read, liked, reposted, commented, ANYTHING. And I'm sorry if I've been terrible at engaging with anyone and everyone - I suck at tumblr. BUT I do appreciate every single interaction and hope you could find some joy in this silly little story I wrote while sleep deprived and still giggling after watching Bucky Barnes edits on tiktok. There will be more stories and one shots to come, and I hope you'll like them aswell. Thank you <3

there might be bonus parts of this coming, I got too attached to the dynamics to be completely done 🥲

I split this up in several, shorter parts because I know the feeling when you want to read a fic but don't have the time or energy to get through a 10k+ words one. Also if you hate my writing you can just read part 1 and then leave it. Win-win I guess?

Anyway, this is set after Thunderbolts so if you haven't seen it - spoilers I guess? It absolutely does not follow canon, but yeah better to be safe than sorry.

Summary: Bucky has fallen. Hopelessly. And the only thing more hopeless is his team trying to help him get to the end of this slow-burn.

Bucky x fem!SHIELD!reader

1.2k Words

Fluff, ''normal'' violence and descriptions of injuries. For sure out of character stuff, but I am who I am. Your appearence is barely desribed what I can remember, I think your hair and a couple types what clothes you're wearing?

You're referred to as ''Agent'' and ''Sunshine'' in a desperate attempt from me to not use Y/N.

Let me know if there's anything else I should warn about.

Otherwise, enjoy :)

The tension was thick, but beneath it was something new - something tentative and unspoken.

You slid into the seat next to Bucky. “I’m glad we’re in this together,” you said quietly.

Bucky gave you a tight smile. “Me too.”

The team moved like a well-oiled machine, every moment high stakes.

But yours and Bucky's eyes met more than once, subtle sparks flying with every glance. There was no time for words, only action - trust, protection, and teamwork.

Afterwards the team flooded the kitchen for post-mission grub and banter, the air buzzing with relief and exhaustion. John was loudly recounting some ridiculous fight move he pulled during the mission, arms flailing wildly.

Alexei was already in full “matchmaker mode,” nudging Bucky whenever you laughed at John’s antics.

Bob hovered nearby, eyes flickering between you and Bucky like a lovesick satellite. Yelena was smirking, clearly enjoying the whole scene, and Ava was laughing over a spilled cup of coffee that John had almost thrown at Bob by accident.

Bucky was leaning against the counter, heart racing. His mind was stuck on the night before. She kissed me. You kissed him. The memory made his chest tighten and palms sweat.

But you hadn’t said anything else. No words. No “I like you,” no “this means something.” Just… a kiss.

His usual calm, brooding self was replaced by jittery nerves. He glanced sideways at you, who was teasing John over a failed magic trick. And then Bob appeared like clockwork, practically orbiting you.

Alexei suddenly approached Bucky. “You look like you are about to explode. You must do something!”

Bucky gave him a weary look. “Like what? I’m stuck between her, John’s relentless banter, and Bob’s… whatever that is.”

Alexei smirked. “Exactly why you must fight!”

Bucky groaned. “I don’t even know what ‘fight’ looks like here.”

Alexei grabbed a stray paper napkin, scribbled something, and shoved it in Bucky’s hand.

“What is this?” Bucky asked.

“Plan. Operation ‘Get Sunshine Alone Without Bob Or John Interference.’”

Every time Bucky tried to edge closer to you, John swooped in with a snarky comment or Bob suddenly “needed help” fixing a nonexistent problem.

Yelena caught Bucky’s frustrated sigh and gave him a sly grin. “Brooding and flailing at the same time.”

You caught Bucky staring at you once, eyebrow raised in amusement. Bucky’s face turned about fifty shades of red. But then he caught a quick smile from you across the room, and his heart lurched.

Maybe… just maybe, there was hope.

Bucky paced the hall outside the common room, fingers twitching nervously. He had just told Alexei about the kiss - the moment that had both stunned and terrified him.

“She kissed me,” he muttered, voice low. “And now I don’t know what the hell to do next.”

Alexei’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “This is excellent news! Now we can move to Phase Two!”

Bucky blinked. “Phase Two?”

Alexei nodded vigorously. “Yes! You must escalate! Show Sunshine you are serious. That you want to be more than friends!”

Bucky groaned, rubbing his temples.

Later in the common room, Alexei had gone full speed ahead.

There were giant banners that read “Bucky + Sunshine: Future Thunderbolts Power Couple?” taped awkwardly across the walls. And no one knew how, when or why he found the time to make all these damn banners.

Bob was awkwardly wearing a “Love Consultant” badge and hovering suspiciously close to you.

John had somehow “volunteered” to be Bucky’s “wingman,” much to Bucky’s dismay.

Yelena and Ava exchanged amused glances, watching the chaos unfold like a well-oiled sitcom.

“You must take her to dinner! Romantic dinner! I have arranged it already!”

Bucky blinked. “You arranged-?”

“Yes! I spoke with the chef. Menu is perfect. Candlelight included.”

Bucky looked around at the chaos, half laughing and half ready to disappear.

You were walking by when you caught Bucky’s eye and raised an eyebrow at the decorations. Bucky gave a helpless shrug.

You smirked. “Alexei really likes you, huh?”

Bucky’s blush deepened.

The lights were dimmed low, flickering candlelight casting soft shadows on the table where you and Bucky sat across from each other.

Alexei, ever the enthusiastic host, had arranged the evening down to the last detail - from a gourmet meal prepared by the tower’s chef to a carefully curated playlist that alternated between smooth jazz and oddly romantic Soviet ballads

Bucky was nervously shuffling his silverware. He cleared his throat, trying to think of something that didn’t sound like a stammered mess.

“So… uh… how was your day?”

You smiled, eyes warm but teasing. “Mostly just trying to survive the chaos you guys call ‘team bonding.’”

Just as Bucky started to relax, the door burst open.

John popped his head in, flashing a cheeky grin. “Hey lovebirds, sorry to crash, but Bob’s trying to serenade Sunshine in the hallway.”

You laughed, shaking your head. Bucky’s face flushed crimson.

After dinner, you were playfully recounting a mission mishap, and Bucky was genuinely laughing for the first time in ages.

Alexei, hovering nearby, gave a victorious thumbs-up.

Bob appeared with a bouquet of wildflowers he’d “borrowed” from the rooftop garden, dramatically presenting them to you.

Bucky sighed, half amused, half exasperated.

“This was… really nice,” he said softly.

You smiled, reaching out to touch his hand.

“Yeah. It was.”

Bucky’s heart raced. The post-dinner buzz had mellowed into a cozy, if slightly chaotic, atmosphere.

You and Bucky found yourselves seated side-by-side on the couch, a rare quiet moment between rounds of laughter and teasing from the rest of the team.

Bucky’s fingers nervously fiddled with the sleeve of his shirt. Finally, he cleared his throat. “About that kiss…” His voice was low, hesitant.

You looked at him, eyes soft.

Before Bucky could say anything else, a sudden burst of noise erupted nearby - Bob, in full “grand romantic” mode, was dramatically reciting poetry to Yelena, who was clearly trying not to laugh.

John was egging him on, throwing in witty comments that had the whole room chuckling.

Bucky, half-amused, half-frustrated, shot a pointed look toward the chaos but couldn’t help smiling.

You leaned closer, whispering, “It meant something, Bucky. To me.”

Bucky’s heart skipped, but then John clapped a loud hand on his shoulder. “So, are you gonna make a move or just brood forever, Barnes?”

He groaned. “Thanks, John. That really helps.”

You took Bucky’s hand, squeezing gently. “Slow-burns are good,” you said with a smirk.

Bucky smiled, feeling the weight on his chest lighten a bit. “Yeah… slow-burns.”

The city lights twinkled below as you and Bucky found yourselves on the balcony, alone at last, away from the constant noise and wild antics of the tower.

Bucky’s breath hitched as he looked into your eyes - eyes that reflected the same nervous excitement he felt.

“I can’t keep pretending I don’t want this,” he said, voice low but firm.

You smiled, stepping closer. ''Then don't.''

Without another word, Bucky closed the gap, your lips meeting in a soft, passionate kiss - the kind that makes the world shrink down to just the two of you.

You pulled apart slightly, foreheads resting together.

“I love you, doll,” Bucky admitted, voice rough with emotion.

Your smile was radiant. “I love you too, James.”

Suddenly, the door bursts open.

John barreled through, grinning wildly. “About time! We were starting to think you two were gonna stay all lovey-dovey forever!”

Bob followed, clutching a ridiculously over-the-top “Congratulations” balloon and a bouquet of flowers that looked like they’d been stolen from every garden on the block.

Alexei trailed behind, proudly holding a tray of celebratory drinks and a smile that screamed ''I did this''.

Yelena and Ava exchanged amused looks.

Bucky laughed despite himself. He shook his head, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Well, I guess some things never change.”

You linked your arm through his, laughing too.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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"Yeet Of Fate" Chapter 6 (Jey Uso X Female Reader)

Title: Yeet Of Fate Pairing: Jey Uso X Reader Summary: When you, an aspiring author, decide to take your skills to the world of wrestling, you decide to shadow and tag along with a couple of wrestlers to learn more about the sport for your upcoming book debut. None other than the Royal Rumble winner, Jey Uso, is the male wrestler you will be working with, and needless to say, that makes you nervous. You tell yourself, things will stay platonic. You tell yourself that…

Jey Uso is at the top of his game, the last thing he needs is a fan trailing around after him and fan girling all over the place. He wants to do his job, bask in the glory of it and call it a day. Not have to answer questions all day long from a wannabe writer. That's how he feels, until he meets Y/N face to face. She isn't what he expected. And he doesn't like to be wrong. As beautiful as she is… He will keep things platonic. He tells himself that… Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Violence within a wrestling match. Someone experiences a panic attack. If this triggers you, you may want to either skim this chapter or skip it. Also, very light sexual scene (Meaning it's not super detailed)

Chapter 6

You awoke gently, the feeling of lips pressing against your temple. "Morning, Mama," you hear Jey's soft whisper in your ear.

"Mmm," you groaned softly. "Morning, handsome."

"I have to go work out and train a bit for the show tonight. Okay?"

You nodded sleepily, "M'kay. I'll see you a little later?"

"You know it."

Another kiss, to your cheek this time. Then you heard him shuffling around, and then the door to your room opened and closed. You drifted back off to sleep for a while, and the next time you woke up, your alarm was going off.

Time to start the day!

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Early in the day, you and Jey went for lunch on the strip and then he kept his promise and took you to the Luxor to see the Titanic exhibit. You both got boarding passes with the name of someone from the Titanic and you were told that you'd find out at the end of the tour if you lived or died during the tragedy.

You started the tour off by observing a real porthole from the ship and you could almost visualize the ship in your head from just the sight of the artifact.

Next you went into a room that held small pieces of the Titanic like bolts and screws and rivets, and there were various pictures hanging up of the Titanic in its design and building stages. You went through various artifacts: coal, dishes, luggage, shoes, all kinds of things that were recovered from the wreckage.

You both walked through various rooms that were made to look exactly like the rooms on the ship, and ogled the fact that it felt as if you were really in the Titanic. Then you were approaching the replica of the Grand Staircase. You nearly freaked out at how authentic the staircase looked. You ran to it and climbed up some of the steps and looked back at Jey, who was watching you with total enjoyment on his face. He took out his phone and spoke out, "Smile for the camera, Mama!" You grinned happily as he snapped your picture. You glanced up and noticed the dome then. "Jey, come here!"

He approached you and looked up, following your gaze. "Oh, wow," he said appreciatively. "It's beautiful." "It is," you replied. "I can't believe I'm finally getting to see this." You looked at Jey and found that his fulfilled gaze rested on your face already. "And to share it with you…" You smiled softly. "It's a gift. Thank you."

He reached down and kissed the top of your head, "You're welcome, baby. But it's a gift for me too. To see you so happy."

You touched his cheek and then kissed it. Then you were joining hands and strolling to the next part of the exhibit. It was a replica of the Titanic from the inside, and it was pitch dark outside it, with "stars" all around the area.

"So beautiful," you exclaimed. "Can't you just imagine being on that ship and looking out at the night sky like this?"

Jey nodded, and pulled you closer to him. "I can."

You hurried ahead and came to a room that had a smaller replica of the Titanic as it looks today under the ocean. "Oh my gosh," you cried. "It's so ghostly!" You squeezed Jey's hand as you both took in the wreckage.

Then you went through a portion of the exhibit that had the temperature set to the degrees of that fateful night. You shivered, as you neared an iceberg that you could touch and feel the coldness. A breeze nearly emitted from the cold ice.

Jey wrapped his arms around you to make sure you didn't get too cold. "I'm okay. We'll get warm soon. Those poor people though. How did they stand such cold weather?" You asked him.

He shook his head, "I don't know, baby. I don't know."

"And then to have to deal with entering the water too." You shivered again, terrified by what the poor victims had endured.

Then you moved on to the pièce de résistance, "The Big Piece" of the hull.

"Oh, Jey…" you sighed softly. "This is it. We're looking at THE Titanic. A major piece of history!"

"I know, babe. I know." Jey said, staring at the huge piece of the hull. "She was a beautiful ship for sure."

"I wonder if she'd still be sailing today, if she hadn't sunk."

"I don't know. Maybe."

You both went to the end of the exhibit and quickly found out that you both died in the tragedy.

"Wow," you said as you came out of the exhibit. "That was so amazing. And beautiful, and haunting. Thank you for sharing it with me." You told Jey, hugging him closely.

"I enjoyed it. But I have to say I enjoyed watching you more," he said, holding you tight and running his hands up and down your back.

You smiled, "I wouldn't have enjoyed it nearly as much by myself. I'm just so glad you were here."

"I'm glad too."

You stood there, the two of you, looking into each other's eyes for the longest time. You no longer felt the urge to look away from his intense gaze. You relished in it.

"Come on, woman," Jey said, taking your hand and leading you to the rental. "We've gotta get back so I can start getting ready for the show."

You nodded, and followed him to the car in the parking garage, and minutes later you were headed for the hotel so Jey could grab his suitcase of wrestling gear for Wrestlemania that night.

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Night one of Wrestlemania 42 was officially here.

You were nervous for Jey, but you could see he was nervous too–very nervous. He was jittery, and his breathing was pretty fast, not to mention he was short tempered with everyone but you.

You, Jey and Jimmy stepped into the elevator, and began the ride up to the lobby. Suddenly, Jey sank to the floor in a squat, taking some deep breaths.

"Jey, are you okay," you asked, placing your hand on his back and rubbing back and forth. "Is there anything I can do?"

"No, Mama, I'm fine," he lied. "Just a case of some pre-show jitters."

You nodded, and didn't press it. You knew how men could be about appearing weak.

"Listen, I typically have some alone time from everyone, even Jimmy. So I can get into the zone. Is it okay with you if I take some time to think?" He asked softly, pulling you into his arms.

"Sure, Jey, whatever you need," you said, and rubbed his shoulder. "I'll be around if you need me."

The elevator door dinged open then and you all stepped out and went your separate ways. You went to find Naomi since she had a match against Jade Cargill that night. You thought the two of you could hang out for a little while. You found her and Nattie at Naomi's dressing room, playing a round of Uno. Luckily you caught them at the beginning of the game and they dealt you a hand of cards so you could play too.

You were all three having a blast with the card game, when there was a knock at the door. Naomi answered the door and a security guard asked if a "Y/N Y/L/N" was around.

"That's me," you said, standing from your seat. "I have clearance to be back here, if there's a problem."

"No, no problem," the guard said. "Jey Uso is having a panic attack and is asking for you."

You hurried out the door. "Where is he," you asked the guard. "Is he in his dressing room?"

"No, he's in the lobby, getting ready for his entrance."

You immediately turned and headed in the right direction and jogged for the lobby. You spotted Jey, and he was squatting on the floor much like he had been in the elevator earlier. His breathing was all over the place and his eyes were wild.

"Jey?"

His gaze shot up to yours and instantly you could see him calming just a little bit. You squatted down in front of him and took his face in your hands. "Jey, look at me." His eyes met yours again and nodded.

"Breathe, with me, okay?" You took his hand and placed it on your stomach. "Match your breathing to mine," you said, "Breathe in...hold it for a count of four. And out…for a count of four. In… and out…"

It helped get his breathing regulated, but he was still a nervous wreck you could tell.

"Okay, we're going to do the 5-4-3-2-1 method. Have you ever heard of that?"

He shook his head wordlessly, and you worried that he was going into shock.

"Okay, here's how it works. I want you to look at five things. And tell me each one you see."

"That sounds silly."

"Jey," you gave his shoulder a little shake. "Listen to me. Tell me five things you see. This is a grounding exercise. You'll feel better if you do it. Trust me?"

He nodded, "You know I do, Y/N." He sighed, and said, "You, a TV, a plate from catering, a pair of wrestling boots, and a writing pen."

"Okay. Now touch four things and tell me what they are."

"I can touch you," he said, bringing his hand up and tenderly cupping your face in his hand. "I can touch the wall," He said, placing his hand on the wall. "The floor." His hand laid on the floor. "And my pants." He touched the fabric of his pants.

"Good. Tell me 3 things you can hear."

"I hear you. The TV, and some voices out in the hall."

"Two things you can smell?"

"You're perfume and your mint gum."

You smiled at how every answer had you in them. "And one thing you can taste."

"I can taste you," he said, leaning forward on his knee and kissing your cheek.

You flushed and smiled again, "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes. I am. Thank you, Mama."

"I'm glad. And you're welcome," you replied, hugging him close.

He gazed down into your eyes, and smiled, "I could fall for you hard, Miss Y/L/N."

"I've already fallen for you, Mr. Uso."

His music started then. "Now, go make me even prouder of you than I already am."

He brought your hand to his lips, and kissed the back of it. "You got it."

He left you then, and entered the arena through the crowd. You watched as he made his way to the big middle of the audience and began YEETing with them for several minutes. You turned and went back to the Gorilla position to watch the match from the curtains.

You reached the area just as Gunther's music hit and the Austrian began making his way down the ramp. You noticed someone out of your peripheral vision, and turned to see Jimmy standing there waiting to see the match also.

"Are you as nervous as I am?" He asked.

You nodded, "Very."

You both sat down in a chair and watched as Gunther finally made it to the steel steps and walked up them, dusted his feet off on the apron and entered the ring.

The music stopped and then the bell rang out.

"The following contest scheduled for one fall is for the World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first the challenger from San Francisco, California…weighing in at 242 pounds, Main Event Jey Uso!"

Jey YEETed, as she said his name.

Alicia paused for effect then announced Gunther.

"And his opponent… From Vienna, Austria, weighing in at 250 pounds… He is the World Heavyweight Champion! The Ring General, Gunther!"

Gunther held up his belt and then handed it to the referee.

After a couple of minutes, the bell rang again, and the match began.

They faced off and circled each other, a snarl evident on Jey's both looked intently at each other. Jey said something but he couldn't be heard. They circled again and Jey sat on the bottom turn buckle for a moment to collect himself. You're worried he will have another panic attack. But no sooner than the thought came into your mind, Jey stood and let out a shout, and ran at Gunther, locking up with him. Your heart jolted at the sudden action.

They spun around the ring together, in a violent dance of sorts, until Jey got pinned into the corner. They struggled for leverage for a moment before Gunther chopped Jey in the chest. You grimaced. Jey fired back with a right hand, sending Gunther to the canvas. The Austrian rolled out of the ring and stood for a moment.

The ref began the count to ten, and Gunther slowly made his way up the ring steps as Jey shouted, "Come ON!" He took his sleeve off and tucked it into the back of his pants, and watched as Gunther finally re-entered the ring. Gunther looked almost unsure of himself as he got back in the ring.

They lock up again, and Gunther takes Jey down to the canvas. Jey struggles and works his way to his feet. Gunther still has hold of him in a headlock though. Jey bounces off the ropes and sends Gunther flying into the opposite ropes, only for Gunther to clothesline him and send him to the canvas again. You have a sinking feeling at first, but then realize that the match is just getting started. Jey will be fine, you tell yourself.

Gunther attempted an elbow drop on Jey but the Samoan moved out of the way, and performed a shoulder tackle as Gunther ran at him again. Next, the Austrian tried bashing a forearm into Jey's face, but Jey kicked him out of the ring again. Gunther was already visibly getting frustrated as he paced outside the ring. Jey followed him with his eyes and stalked him as he paced. Jey did some pacing of his own inside the ring, then threw his arms up, working the crowd. Gunther got back in the ring, and they locked up again. You sighed, frustrated that Jey couldn't seem to gain any ground in the match.

Gunther tossed Jey to the canvas, then grabbed hold of his head and neck, lifting him to his feet. He threw a forearm into Jey's face. The large Samoan stumbled into the corner, and Gunther Irish whipped him into the opposite corner. The Austrian throws himself toward Jey, but he ducked out of the way.

Jey lifted Gunther up for a supposed Samoan Drop, but before he could do it, Gunther used his weight to slam down on Jey. He went for the first attempted pin, but jey managed to kick out at two. You grabbed your chest, so relieved.

Gunther clambers to his feet–looked dazed by Jey's resilience. He maneuvered Jey against the ropes and went for a hit to the face. He shifted Jey to the other set of ropes and Irish whipped him into the opposite ropes. Jey had the wherewithal to stop and as Gunther flew at him, he lifted him into a body slam. Gunther writhed in pain while Jey held his ribs.

Jey ran at Gunther in the corner and threw his body into him, then turned and performed a pele kick.

"Yes!" you cried.

Jey jumped up suddenly, and sat on the top rope in an attempt to do something, but Gunther chopped him down and he fell to the floor outside the ring. Gunther paced, feeling as if he's on top and said, "Come on", while Jey laid on the floor trying to regroup.

"Get up, baby. Get up," You murmured to yourself. Wish you could give him the will to get up and fight back.

The ref begins the count out.

"1…2…..3….."

He kept the count going, and Jey got to his feet and re-entered the ring at seven. Gunther immediately stomps Jey, giving him no chance to get the upper hand. Jey rolled to the middle of the ring and Gunther grabbed his head, lifted him to his feet and then gave a monster upper cut that sent Jey back to the canvas.

Gunther got Jey to his feet again and chopped him. Jey made his way to the corner and the Austrian spun him around and chopped him again. Jey left the corner, but Gunther pushed him back and chopped him again. Gunther then, giving Jey no respite, immediately Irish whipped Jey into the opposite corner and ran and chopped him again. Gunther raised his fist to work the crowd, but got a lot of boos instead of cheers. Gunther Irish whipped Jey again into the other corner, and Jey used the momentum to launch from the corner and spear Gunther to the canvas.

"YES!" You screamed!

Jimmy was beside himself at this point. "Come on man, GO!"

Jey went for a pin, but Gunther kicked out at two. Jey worked Gunther into the corner and punched him in the face repeatedly. The crowd yelled "YEET!" every time his fist connected. The ref finally started pulling Jey back because of the rules. Because of this, he got distracted and Gunther chopped him to the canvas yet again. The large Austrian went for a power bomb but Jey redirected it into a samoan drop on Gunther. Jey got to his feet and went to the top rope in a corner. Gunther got to his feet as well, and punched Jey, then suplexed him off the top rope. A running drop kick to Jey came next. He maneuvered Jey for a power bomb then, and tried to go for a pin. Jey kicked out at two.

After a rest, Gunther got Jey to his feet and trash talked him followed up by a hard slap. Gunther maneuvered Jey into another power bomb but at the last second, Jey turned it into a hurricanarana. He quickly got to his feet and speared his opponent. Jey went to the top rope and did a frog splash onto Gunther.

"YES!" You screamed again, "Go!"

He went for a pin but Gunther kicked out at two. Gunther began to make his way out of the ring, and grabbed his belt off the pedestal, looking as though he was planning to "take his ball and go home".

Jey wasn't having it. He went for a suicide dive, and the ref got out of the way in just the knick of time, but he missed the fact that Gunther used his belt to lay out Jey. Gunther flew to the top rope and splashed Jey. Immediately, he went for a pin but Jey miraculously kicked out at two.

"The match has to end soon," you told Jimmy, "I can't take much more of this!"

Jimmy agreed, "Me either. Me either."

Gunther was frustrated and began to nail Jey's jaw with his elbow repeatedly. Finally, Gunther grabbed Jey in a sleeper hold, and locked it in. Jey reached for the ropes, but Gunther took his arm and pinned it between his legs and rolled away from the ropes.

"Crap! No!" You cried.

Jey managed to reach the ropes with his feet, and Gunther was forced to break the hold. Gunther then began screaming at Jey. Jey got in the corner and Gunther began using his knee to strike him. Another chop to Jey. Jey then got to his feet smiling and motioned with his hand for Gunther to bring it. Gets chopped. Jey laughed.

"He's lost his mind!" You said, glancing at Jimmy. But to your surprise, Jimmy had an identical smile on his face.

"Nah, he's gettin' it done," Jimmy said, sensing his twin's victory was near.

Another chop drops Jey. Jey is laid out on the canvas and then got to his knees and motioned again for Gunther to bring it. He raised to his feet and slapped Gunther.

Gunther took hold of Jey's arm and gave him numerous chops to the chest. He raised his fist to the crowd again and received more "boos". He kept hold of Jey's wrist and clotheslined him. Jey got to his feet and chopped Gunther. Gunther chopped Jey again, and Jey then headbutts Gunther. They went back and forth with blows. Gunther finally went for a clothesline but Jey stayed on his feet. Jey goes for a clothesline then, and Gunther stays on his feet as well. They traded a couple of clotheslines. Then Jey slapped Gunther. Gunther gave a big boot to Jey but Jey stayed on his feet! He crashed against the rope and used the momentum to clothesline Gunther to the canvas.

He stood to his feet and rested at the rope. Gunther grabbed him from behind in a sleeper hold but Jey ducked out of it and performed a suplex on Gunther.

Each man mae it to a corner. It's nearing the end, you can feel it. Both men have been tested to their limits.

Jey went for a spear just as Gunther drop kicked him. Gunther went for yet another power bomb but jey countered into one of his own. Jey superkicked him. Then sat him up for another superkick and nailed it.

Spear!

Uso splash! A second Uso splash! Another across the back of Gunther!

"YES, BABY, GO!" You nearly shout, standing to your feet.

Jey suddenly unleashed a sleeper hold on Gunther and locked it in. Gunther struggled for only a few seconds.

And then tapped out.

JEY IS CHAMP, your mind screamed.

Tears were spilling over your cheeks as you realized, Jey had fulfilled his dream. Jimmy pulled you into a hug and swung you around. "I knew he'd do it," he yelled.

"Me too," you exclaimed, hugging the twin back.

"I'ma go see him. I'll bring him back here for you," Jimmy said, heading out to the ramp.

And then Gunther returned from the ring. He walked up to you and glared. "Du wirst es bereuen.." He growled. "You will most definitely be sorry." And then he walked off toward his dressing room, you assumed.

You looked out the curtain and saw Jimmy and Jey embracing in the ring. They nearly fell into the corner, hugging. Then Jimmy reached over and picked up the World Heavyweight Championship, and presented it to his twin.

After Jey looked the belt over for a moment, Jimmy raised his hand in victory. Then they began YEETing with the crowd around them. After a few minutes of celebrating, they go up the stairs through the crowd and make their way back up to the lobby. Jey hurriedly headed, with Jimmy following him, back to the Gorilla Position to meet you.

You were waiting for him at the curtains when you spotted him down the hallway. You dropped everything and ran for him. Jey spots you at the same time and hands his belt over to Jimmy so his hands are free to hold you. You fly into his arms, and hold on tight to his neck and shoulders, crying and laughing at the same time.

"You did it! I knew you would!" You cried. "You looked so amazing out there!"

"I told you, Mama," he said in your ear. "Remember what I promised you?"

You pulled back, instantly realizing that Jey had won the title, and he'd promised to kiss you for the first time, if he did.

You nodded, shyly, gazing into his eyes, "I remember," you whisper.

He slowly, as if savoring the moment, closed the gap between your faces and captured your mouth with his. The soft warmth of his mouth on yours sent your head reeling. You moaned softly, and curled your fingers into his soft, black hair as he kissed you.

You were vaguely aware of a bunch of clapping and hooting around you, as you kissed Jey back.

He tipped you backward, and held you in place as he ravished your mouth with his. You giggled through the kiss and you felt him smile.

You both finally broke the kiss and you gazed up at him as he helped you back into a standing position.

"I love you, ya know?" He said softly.

"I love you too," you whispered in return, reaching up and caressing his face. "So much."

Hey grinned, "What do you say we get outta here? Go have some dinner, and then, well…" He wriggled his eyebrows at you, and you cracked up laughing.

"I'd love it. Let's go."

So you went and got your things, and the two of you headed out of the arena and found a non-fancy restaurant to eat at for dinner. Then you were heading back to the hotel, and in a hurry.

Once you arrived, Jey parked in a parking space in the parking garage and killed the car. Then he was getting out and running–literally running–to the other side of the car to let you out. Instead of helping you out of the vehicle, however, he lifted you out and carried you caveman style to the elevator, again at a run.

"Jey, come on!" You squealed, giggling and bouncing around on his shoulder as he ran.

"I'm trying," he said, laughing also. He got you both on the elevator and without putting you down, punched the fifth floor button. It felt like it took forever for the elevator to reach your floor.

"Sometime tonight," you said, jokingly sounding frustrated.

"Woman, I am trying…" he swatted your bottom, and grasped your rear-end, "...to hurry."

"You do realize that these elevators have cameras, don't you?"

"Don't care. If this elevator doesn't hurry up I'm gonna have my way with you right here." He took his phone out and set some music to playing–Lick by Joi. He put it on repeat, and you could tell what was on his mind.

"Jey! The other people on the floor are going to hear!"

"Don't care," he said again. "Do you know how many people in this hotel are probably doing exactly what we're gonna be doing in a few minutes?"

I lose all control When you grab a hold And you do your trick I love it when you lick

Lick

You've got lock and key Every part of me Know what makes me tick I love it when you lick

Lick

Finally the elevator dinged open and Jey was again running for your room and had the key card ready to slide through the scanner. Once he had the door open, he dashed inside with you still over his shoulder.

"Jey!" you giggled, as he jogged you to the bedroom and finally, set you on your feet. He hurriedly began undressing you, pulling your t-shirt over your head, and then got down on his knees–unbuttoning and unzipping your low-rise jeans. He pressed a kiss to your lower abdomen as he unzipped the jeans, and pulling them and your panties down your legs he kissed down one of your thighs.

You held onto his head as he did, afraid you'd fall over if you didn't. You kicked off your shoes and then stepped out of the jeans and Jey tossed them aside, then stood to his feet, putting his arms around you. He reached up and unhooked your white lacy bra, freeing your breasts. He slid the undergarment down your arms and kissed from your neck down to your collar bone, as he did.

Your breath came out on a shudder, and then you whipped Jey's white tank top off and then frantically began pulling his sweatpants and boxers down. He then kicked off his shoes so the pants and boxers could come off.

"Easy, Mama," he said, nipping your neck this time. His voice shook slightly as he tried to maintain control of himself. "We have all night."

"I know, but-"

You were silenced as his mouth covered yours in a searing kiss. You moaned and kissed him back as your naked bodies pressed against each other, the need for him building within you.

"I wanna take it slow and easy with you this first time," he uttered, nuzzling at your ear. "I wanna savor every second just like I did in the ring earlier."

You nodded as he trailed his lips up your cheek, over your temple and to your forehead.

"I want that too, truth be told," you said softly, returning his kisses. "Make love to me, Jey."

With that, he urged you back to the bed and you collapsed to it as the backs of your knees bumped into the edge of the mattress. He crawled onto the bed and settled his large frame over yours.

You gazed into each other's eyes, as you reached up and cupped his face in your hand.

Jey slid his hand down between your bodies, much like he did in your dream, and this time he reached his target–no alarm was disturbing you now.

Your head tossed back as he touched you. A soft whimper escaped your lips and you gripped his shoulders in your hands. Your legs bent at the knees and hugged his hips as he pleasured you with his hand.

"Jey," you moaned softly, and he sped up his motions, just a little.

"Yeah, you like that, huh?"

You nodded frantically, and then you immediately came apart in his arms, crying out softly and digging your nails into his tattooed shoulders.

I'll put my heels on for you baby The ones that wrap all around my leg our every touch excites me And damnit I ain't too proud to beg And even when you're not around me The tingling just won't go away Don't make my body wait no longer Because this pussycat's ready to play play play play play

"That's it, Mama," Jey coaxed you as you climaxed. He began kissing a trail from each of your breasts down your stomach to finally, finally, between your legs. You jolted and your hips rolled softly as he made love to you with his mouth.

"Oh, Jey…I need a minute…" You swallowed hard and gasped as he ignored your soft plea. He simply spread your legs further and locked them over his shoulders, feasting as if he was having his last meal. The sounds coming from his throat were absolutely indecent. He had you climaxing again in the next instant. You grasped the sheets in your hands, your fingers curling into the linens.

It feels so good I'm going crazy My eyes roll back inside my head Explore my inner warmths of pleasure And hold on tight Hope you ain't scared I promise I'll return the favor I'll do that trick you can't resist Two rights don't make it wrong Makin' love 'till the break of dawn Emotions all up in a twist twist twist twist twist

No sooner than your orgasm finished, then Jey was crawling up your body, leaving lazy, open-mouthed kisses all up your body. He hitched your legs up higher, around his waist, and slowly–tantalizingly–he entered you.

You cried out from the over-stimulation and latched onto the hair at the back of his head, closing your eyes against the pleasure.

"Nuh-uh," Jey growled, "Keep your eyes on me. Watch as I do this."

You fought the urge to close your eyes again, and kept your eyes on Jey. His eyes turned to a dark molten black as he pulled back and re-entered you.

"Yeah… That's it, tahu," he murmured softly as he thrusted into you. "You feel amazing."

"Keep going," you whispered shakily, caressing his face again. "Don't stop." Your voice held an urgency as Jey continued to make love to you. "Ohhh, yes…"

He pulled you close against him as he thrusted, and his mouth latched onto your neck. His hand slipped between you again and he stroked you as he thrusted into you a little faster.

"Oh, Jey… I'm going to… Ohhhh…."

"That's it. Come for me, Mama…"

And you did. Oh, you did. The climax claimed you with an almost malicious intent.

"JEY!" you cried loudly, as your body seized and froze for an instant then you were coming apart once again in his arms.

Jey reached down and kissed you as his own climax ripped through him. He tore his mouth from yours as he came and he shouted your name loudly.

You held his face in your hands and stared into his eyes. "I want to see you," you whispered shakily. "Show me everything you're feeling."

He stared back into your eyes, letting you see the raw emotion in his dark gaze.

"Oute alofa ia oe."

Your forehead wrinkled in confusion. "What does that mean?"

"I love you."

You smiled, tears welling up in your eyes, " I love you. And I'm so proud of you."

Jey smiled back and kissed you, "Thank you for being here. For being with me and everything you've done. Helping through the episode I had earlier and everything."

"I wouldn't have missed any of it for the world. And I was happy to help you. I'm glad I was able to."

Jey smiled again, and pulled you to him as he laid back against the pillows. "Let's get some sleep. We need it. It's been a long day."

You nodded, and cuddled against him, as you both slowly drifted off to sleep.

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in-the-drowning-deep · 1 day ago

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Nice Little Things

Thanks so much for the tag @rooks-dagger! Ember's list was so good, I'm still in love with the posters.

Rules: Choose 10 objects that you will place in the room of your Rook on the places intended for customization. These should be small objects that can be placed in the following places: 2 on the tables by the doors, 2 on the tables by the aquarium, 4 on the bookcases and 2 on the walls. Attach a photo of these objects and give a short description of why your Rook chose them

Tagging @maagisterpavus, @themildmahariel and @cassiaorsellio

Esha Mercar

2 tables by the door

Varric's mirror. She's still not sure it shows anything more than an increasingly exhausted elf, but she'd like to believe what he said about a hero who can get the job done. She keeps it between the door and wardrobe so she sees it every time she pulls her armour on.

Brona’s bloom bouquet - a present from Antoine and Evka that she keeps as a reminder that she is doing good work. She has saved people. She can do this, and there will be a world left after her work is done.

2 Tables by the aquarium

Incense cones - @librarydilf gave me some incredible ideas about soporati military culture and mourning practices, including the one that Tevinter soldiers always carry incense with them for the inevitable deaths of those in their company (since most places you can’t do the whole Wall of Light thing, and the mages with them usually don’t care enough to try, so someone’s got to light something for the dead). She may be a laetan now, but Esha was a military brat first, and some things you don't let go of.

She lights a lot of it during her time in the Veilguard, but the one that stands out is the sudden urge to do it the morning she wakes up after stopping Solas’ ritual. The idea that she’s doing it for those who died in Minrathous… doesn’t quite sit right, but she doesn’t have time to think about it.

Elven lantern - she likes watching the play of light through it from the aquarium when she can't sleep. Sometimes it's hypnotic enough to knock her out. Most nights it isn't, but it's still pretty.

4 Bookshelves

Terrarium stand and bonsai tree - both gifts from Harding. It’s nice to have something green in the room (though mostly it’s just there ‘cause it makes Esha think of her). The bonsai tree is grown from the cutting Esha gave her.

Stack of textbooks - some are Fade-related, some physics/force magic/engineering (one or two of which she may have 'liberated' from magisters over the years). She keeps telling herself she'll get round to reading them some time. Eventually. Her brain just feels so full.

Stack of novels - her light reading pile, much more regularly used, with the book club selections, a couple of Harding's horror novels, and a draft of Bellara's own serial (Esha's hooked, especially because - for all her blitheness about how Tevinter stories always end in tragedy - she's a sucker for a happy ending)

Pile of unanswered letters. Two from her father, one from Tarquin with details of army deployments around the time Esha was a baby, and one from Irelin with notes on elven tribes who may have been travelling along the borders of Tevinter around that time period too (particularly ones who went missing/lost people).

Esha hasn't read the latter two in full yet. She's not sure she's ready for what she might find out about the whole battlefield adoption story when she does.

2 Wall hangings

Map of Thedas - covered in pinned notes on ally/enemy movements, rumours, and news, above a stack of letters from the Veilguard’s allies (including the well-thumbed missives from the Inquisitor). ‘Why can’t I sleep?’ asks the woman who’s turned her bedroom into a study/war room. ‘It’s a mystery.’

A set of architectural/force magic sketches - You know how the mage starting decor is a magical project thing? Since Esha specialised in engineering and her first job was as a draftswoman, I feel that her final project would have needed to be something closer related to that. She’s got some of her work pinned up; when her brain needs a break from war planning, she’ll fiddle around with civil engineering concepts instead (inspired by a beloved IRL person who wakes up early on Saturday mornings to do complicated maths for fun).

#da #oc memes #esha mercar

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shatcey · 3 days ago

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Animal event (Roger)

I read this story. Thanks to Vivi, the bitter ending turned out to be a lot of fun. I didn't really like the premium ending. I wish Kate told Roger about Ale's words… maybe in the epilogue. Otherwise, it's sad.

A couple of jokes and some very odd hint…

Main part

There were a couple of scenes with other characters. The most remarkable for me was with Vivi… in the main part of the event.

So… The animals are afraid of him… Why does this sound familiar? It must mean something…

The biggest star of this event is obviously Ele. He's constantly up for food and games.

My dog thinking the same thing, for sure.

There was a scene in the bathroom… where Roger washed Kate. I immediately remember Gilly-bee washing his little rabbit… Oh well. Sadly the scene with Roger wasn't that good.

Bitter ending

I need to split it into parts…

Jubie, don't judge. You know, people have a right to fantasize.

Thank you, Vivi. But don't you think you're going a liiiiiiiiiiittle bit overboard? Maybe it's your thing as well?

I'm definitely not looking at a certain someone… Definitely!

When you put it that way... I'm kind of curious myself...

Awww… the cuties! I'm tempted to catch Harry. Kate, we have a victim!

Finally! They're asking for our opinion! We choose Harry! Because he doesn't want to.

(laugh) So you care not only about your hair, but also about your lips? Always prepared! (laugh)

Don't worry, Harry. You're still a very tempting option. Kate, come on, girl!

Ally joked here too, but they were more bitter jokes than funny ones, so I'm not showing them.

Premium ending

Oh, Wizzy! I think he was encouraging the dog to follow its desires. Isn't he adorable?

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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#ikevil #ikemen villains #ikevil event #ikevil roger #ikevil harrison #ikevil liam #ikevil ellis #ikevil jude #ikevil victor #ikevil william #ikepri gilbert #ikevil ele

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rhodes-knightwife · 2 days ago

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Alright, seems the vote is pretty settled, so let's talk about a hypothetical Arknights Versus! Or y'know, AKVS for short.

I'll have a lot of yapping about mechanics and stuff below the cut, but we all know the first thing everyone really wants to know about any fighting game is the roster. So allow me to present to you two hours of my life I won't be getting back!

We'll be going with 26 characters for this; a bit overambitious, maybe, in an era where fighting games hover closer to 16 characters at launch, but we're allowed to dream a little big~ Plus, this makes for two full squads of operators and a couple bonus characters!

As you can see by my mockup, my focus when picking characters was representing as many factions and different storylines as I could; realistically, I think we'd get at least twice as much representation of the core RI cast, but sacrifices must be made one way or another! Besides that, I favored story relevance, playstyle and, when all else failed, trying to have at least a little rep for every in-game class of operator. You'll also note that aside from our guests in the middle there, everyone here is a recruitable unit in the gacha.

Now, if that's not enough nerding out for you, follow me past the cut! Otherwise, keep your eyes peeled for the first character reveal soon~ Though really, there's no points for guessing here...

Okay, so, mechanics! We're looking at a six... ish button game here. We've got Light-Medium-Heavy as well as a 'special action' button in the style of BlazBlue or Injustice, because I'm just a sucker for character mechanics. You also have the ability to dash, though the specifics of dashes/running, as well as air dashing and double jumping all come down to individual characters. We're leaning more on anime fighters than truly traditional things like Street Fighter, but we're still somewhere in the middle.

The last two buttons come in the form of... assists! This isn't a tag fighter, but it would include a list of assist characters separate from the main cast, representing all the side characters and less-offensive operators we can fit in. I'll be including one "related" assist for every character, but you won't be forced to pick them as one of your two assists – it's just a way to have more representation and guidance.

Assists will also have redeployment times, to borrow a little bit of mechanics from the gacha! It varies by assist, and it's independent for each of the two you have, but it doesn't cost any resource to bring them out. The resource you do have is a simple meter system, which builds by taking and dealing hits – a little more by taking, as a catch-up mechanic. It caps out at three bars.

Your meter can be used to augment your specials by spending one bar, which makes them faster/hit harder/have unique properties; it can also be used for a Burst maneuver, which takes two bars of meter but gets you out of any combos you're stuck in. Finally, you can spend all three bars of meter for a devastating Super attack!

Keep in mind that some characters will have additional mechanics that may come with their own resources, too, so watch out!

#arknights #arknights versus #akvs #I never know how much I should explain #it feels basic for the fgc crowd but like whatever #fgc #fake fighting game

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ltwharfy · 3 days ago

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Ten "Bob's Burgers" Rare Pairs I haven't written about (but might some day)

Finding out that @bobsrarepairweek is coming back later this summer made me think about some of my favorite "Bob's Burgers" rare pairs and particularly ones I haven't written for but kind of want to. Some of these are background canon ships that folks don't really write about, some of them are ships with small fandom followings, at least one is a nightmare of my own creation, but they all amuse me and I'd like to see more (or any) fics about them, so I might need to do it myself. The list is in no particular order:

Edith Cranwinkle/Harold Cranwinkle: "Bob's Burgers" fandom oughta be ashamed that AO3 isn't full of filthy, filthy smut about these two!!! Okay, maybe that is an extreme statement, but they are a very funny canon couple and, given their ages and how relatively little we know about them and their relationship, it seems like there are a lot of story possibilities out there for them that we will never see on the show.

Genecadero (Gene/Peter Pescadero): One of my favorite bloggers, @dianadeadwing, was big on this ship and coined the name and I am on board with this. I honestly think Peter Pescadero is one of the most underrated characters on the show- he's never really given a central role but whenever he's in an episode he's almost guaranteed to be doing something funny/weird/interesting. And he does seem to be one of Gene's closest non-sibling friends (after only Alex and Courtney). Heck, in the most recent episode Gene describes their relationship as "classmates with benefits" ("I don't know if I'm using that phrase correctly".)

Trickey (Trev/Mickey): Yeah, I don't think they've ever intereacted in canon, but as soon as this idea was put in my head (by @theangrypomeranian) I just can't help but love the idea of these two dumb, sweet, dumb, weird guys getting together. I just think it would be very funny. There was a like a week or two where I was obsessed with these two and made several posts about them and came up with several fic ideas which I never wrote. Maybe I need to revist those.

Roger Flanley/Judy: Do I need to say more? (I'm being told "yes" starting with "Who the hell are you talking about?") The IRS Agent and the touchtank aquarium owner from "Aquaticism". Honestly, I think that is one of the sweetest stories of the whole show. I just love seeing sweet but awkward middle aged people making a connection. (Surely this has nothing to do with me being a single awkward middle aged person...) Also, Roger is voiced by Ken Marino who is an Actor That Makes Everything Better in my book.

Rudlee (Rudy/Kaylee): My second favorite ship for both of them! It's cute and nerdy and sweet and I love them both...but, Roudise (and to much lesser extent Arnlee) is so close to my heart that I doubt I will ever do anything with them. Fortunately, Babs did.

Aunt Gayle/Sylvester Stiebltiz: This is the "nightmare of my own creation". They are not an OTP. But I think it's almost certain that they would go out on a couple of hilariously bad dates at some point. They are both desparately, pathetically single and they are bound to encounter each other at some point, but their quirks really wouldn't complement each other all. Like, they are both messes in very different ways. It won't succeed, but I feel like it will happen.

Jen the Babysitter/Christopher the Notary: I adore Jen, and I thought it was sweet when they gave her an awkward little romance in "Ferry on My Wayward Bob and Linda". I mean, who doesn't love a good notary/notaroo to lovers story?

Gene Jacket! (Gene/Tammy): So, I started out shipping this as a joke just because I want more non-portmanteau ship names and that scene from "Adventures in Chinchilla Sitting" gives a us a great one for them. But I have sort of started thinking about it more seriously. Like, I imagine that if they are older and Gene starts actually getting popular as a local musician, Tammy would be drawn to him (because shallow), and he would kind of be dismissive of her because that is his way of interacting with her ("we get it, you have email!") and that would just make her more interested and then...stuff happens and they get together? Well, obviously there's a reason the story hasn't actually been written. But I do find it kind of weird that there is more shipping of Tammy with any of the Belcher kids. They all have such fun dynamics with her! Like, they all insult her but in their own unique ways. So, I'll round out the list with:

Tammy/Tina

Tammy/Louise

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some-brave-apollo · 58 minutes ago

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RIGHT this one has been getting an uptick in notes lately so I think I have enough people prepared to listen.

The album begins with Watcher of the Skies: A dramatic announcement that mankind and their empires have fallen, given by an omniscient narrator (the titular "Watcher"). It is repeatedly suggested that humanity's demise was our own doing:

"Has life again destroyed life?" (I.E. Did humans kill humans)

"Do they know more than their childhood games?" (Our demise came from our follies and petty conflicts)

"This is your fate alone/this fate is your own" (Again, reiterating that we did it to ourselves)

The remaining songs on Side 1 seem to elaborate the specific avenues through which humanity created their own destruction.

"Time Table" is about the temptation to return to a simpler time, when things were more "honourable" or "simple", compared to modernity. This ideology of a mythical past we must "retvrn" to is a textbook motivator towards fascism. The time period chosen is that of medieval Europe, pre-modern feudalism, making the allusions to fascism more clear. In isolation, this interpretation might seem like a stretch, but I think it works within the context of the wider album

"Get 'Em Out By Friday" is the most explicitly political song on the album, recounting a story of greedy landlords, poverty, and dystopian genetic engineering. The "genetic control" group place a restriction on humanoid height so that more flats can be built in the same block, and thus more money can be made. This song shows the lengths that the real estate industry will go to in order to accrue more capital, raising rents to extortionate prices and removing people's right to their own genetics.

Finally, side one closes with "Can Utility and the Coastliners". Inspired by the story of King Canute, it describes a ruler who believes the ocean bends to his will, and then falls into denial when his kingdom begins to flood

"The waves surround his sinking throne / singing "crown him, crown him"

This lyric in particular I think highlights how the kingdom is "business as usual" despite the flooding. There are lots of comparisons to be made here with modern climate change - particularly in how the ruling class believe they are above the environment, and simultaneously distract from oncoming consequences of such a mindset.

(Flip the vinyl!)

Side 2 opens with the brief instrumental piece, "Horizons". It's hard to see what this "means" per se, as all the text we have to go off is the title, so I'll leave this to you.

Now for the big one. I think if Side 1 is about the ways humanity will fall to fascism, capitalism, and climate change, then Supper's Ready is about the conflict necessary or prevent this.

Part One - Lover's Leap - portrays a quaint domestic scene whilst seven saints hang around outside the window. To me, this almost seems like a more surreal precursor to a later Genesis track, "Blood on the Rooftops", where couple stay inside, shielded from the horrors taking place around the world by television and food, changing the channel when the news is "too much for me". Things aren't as bad for the lovers here, though the Saints outside show that bad things are to come - 7 is an important number in the Book of Revelations as a warning to the apocalypse (seven seals, seven trumpets, etc). Our protagonists have a choice to see what all the fuss is or stay inside for supper, and it seems they choose the former.

Part Two - The Guaranteed Eternal Sanctuary Man - introduces us to the eponymous character (GESM). Old tour programmes described him as the leader of a "scientific religion" and the maker of fraudulent claims that he has discovered an element that repels fire. Parallels can be made to various charismatic leaders turned charlatan dictators throughout history, of course - promising his followers a lie that can never be true. One lyric describes "sign[ing] the lease", which under a political lens invokes the Rawlsian social contract - a liberal mechanism that might be abused by would-be fascists. After all, liberalism has historically allowed fascists to take advantage of its systems.

The title of Part Three - Iknahton and Its-A-Con and Their Band of Merry Men - makes two immediate references that further the anti-establishment themes. "Iknahton" is a play on the Egyptian Pharaoh Akhenaten, and It's-A-Con obviously implies a level of fraud, reinforcing the motif of charlatan leaders. "Band of Merry Men" references the rebellious Robin Hood and his followers, who stole from the rich to give to the poor. Interestingly, the song references a "host of dark-skinned warriors" waiting to do battle with the followers of the GESM (Again, I'm partially drawing from the tour programmes here). I believe you can read this as a reference to marginalised ethnic groups resisting fascism (which almost always includes an element of racial superiority) but this is really the only time race is brought up on the album so I'm not to go too deep into it (plus I'm white, which limits my perspective).

This part features another intriguing lyric: "killing foe for peace" - I believe this can be read two ways depending on what side of the battle you're considering. It either references the cost of the violence required to fight back against fascism (in WWII, several Nazis were killed in the name of peace), or the narratives peddled by neoimperialist groups like NATO (who invade and kill in name of "liberating" the eastern hemisphere). Furthermore, the tour programme describes this as a crusade by the GESM to attack those who have not signed up to the GESM's "Eternal Life Licence".

Part Four - "How Dare I Be So Beautiful" - mainly offers our analysis an acknowledgement of the grizzly cost of war - a "mountain of human flesh". Not much else, unless you're really into your greek myth.

Part Five - "Willow Farm". Hoo boy. To me, Willow Farm, ridiculous as it is, represents the chaos of centrism. Everything here is interchangeable and "happy to be here", even "good and bad". We've reached across the isle so far that nothing means anything anymore. Everything changes into eachother and nothing makes actual sense, and it leaves our protagonists (who are, in this analysis, framed as revolutionary figures leaving the safety of home to face the fascist GESM and later the apocalypse itself) buried "under the soil". Meaningful change, ironically, has no place here. Everything must be equal and equivalent - an ideology that is, to borrow the song's language, "all full of ball".

Part Six - "Apocalypse in 9/8". I always feel like this is the home stretch but it actually takes up a third of the song. There's of course the apocalyptic imagery, calling back to the warnings in Watcher and Can-Utility. The reference to fire coming down from the sky strikes me as evoking the climate crisis, but I think the key lyric here is one that any revolutionary pursuit should take to heart

"better not compromise/it won't be easy"

Part Seven - "As Sure as Eggs is Eggs (Aching Men's Feet)" - brings us to a close. The core message here is that love is the answer, and that good will always triumph over evil. From a leftist slant, there's of course the "liberation theology" outlook that picks up the religious symbolism Peter Gabriel puts down here, but even for the secular amongst you, there's a kind fo Marxist sentiment that revolution is inevitable, that even in dark times the day will come that we decide that we will no longer take it and we begin the process of change.

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This analysis is not perfect, nor particularly robust, but I think it's something that is definitely worth developing.

TLDR:

Watcher of the Skies - Warning of humanity's downfall

Time Table - Fascistic appeals to nostalgia

Get Em Out By Friday - Landlords are evil

Can-Utility and the Coastliners - Climate Change

Supper's Ready - resisting charismatic dictators and hope for revolution in a hopeless time (also boo centrism).

The world is not ready for my antifascist eco-leftist reading of the Genesis Foxtrot album.

#genesis #genesis band #genesis foxtrot #peter gabriel #foxtrot #leftism #leftist analysis #music analysis #ramblings

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dat-physics-gal · 2 years ago

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A leap of faith and Physics (part 2)

Now that we knew how to find the crystals, the scientific community was tense. Itching to do something with them.

One paper had just unveiled a method of propulsion using the tachyon background and directed linear resonance chirping. The tachyon background, as it turned out, is self organizing. Unlike the tardionic world we were used to, entropy actually decreases over there. There is a natural tachyon base frequency, one so high that they travel really slowly. That's also weird about tachyons, how the more energy they have, the slower they move. But we knew that part beforehand.

Anyway, the paper outlined how to use a subharmonic of that base frequency, that could slowly be chirped in one direction to one harmonic lower, which would generate physical thrust on the tardium crystal used for chirping. Only problem was that once the frequency arrived at the new subharmonic, the tachyons decayed into their base frequency, completely stopping the propulsion. This stopping effect, though detrimental to the experimental setup in terms of having broken it multiple times, begged the question though: Since it stopped, momentum isn't conserved, despite motion happening.

Just half a year later, some madlad had designed an actual engine based on that concept, that should in theory exceed the speed of light. To be fair, the tardium crystals did that, for a couple attoseconds. Unfortunately for the rest of the prototype, normal matter doesn't appreciate being moved at superluminal speeds, and therefore broke apart when the craft approached the light barrier.

Despite that setback, people kept on theorizing and engineering. Then, two years later, Star Trek came to the rescue again. A research group posited that they could make a 'structural integrity field' by sprinkling microscopic tardium crystals into the steel and ceramic of the hull, and engineering a tachyon field that would keep them at a constant distance relative to the drive crystals. Ten months later, and a tiny prototype did what we thought to be impossible: For 24 milliseconds, it traveled at about 1.000000001c, and it came out of this experience unharmed. However, the sharp drop from superluminal to low subluminal speeds did de-tune the structural integrity field. Unless we got someone to board the vessel and re-tune it after every drop from superluminal, this wasn't going to work out. Especially because the chirp would not last all that long.

Now that the principle was proven, though, the engineers and mining crews took over. While the former slaved over engine and hull designs, the latter set up multiple extra bases along the asteroid belt, undulation mining all the tardium crystals they could get their metaphorical hands on. They were tiny, but since we needed most of them for the integrity field anyway, that wasn't a problem. What was harder was finding good, sufficiently large drive crystals.

Meanwhile, the engineers had settled on a design that was, for some reason, a flying saucer. They explained that they needed three or more engines to run at the same time all the time, to be able to adjust course. And also have more than that so some could be stopped, reset, and be ready to chirp again before the active ones were done. Therefore, at six points radially along the saucer, there were 2cm sized drive crystals which would propel the craft. They would be working on three cycles, while one pair was resetting, the other two pairs would be actively propelling the vessel. This way, continuous propulsion could be achieved. And the integrity field would not need to be re-tuned every couple milliseconds.

For low subluminal speeds, the engines didn't actually require the integrity field to be active. This had the advantage, that the vessel could be contacted. Because as prototyping quickly revealed, as soon as the integrity field was up, communications were all blocked in their entirety.

But, well, after 5 more years of prototyping and biological compatibility testing, the first starship was deemed spaceworthy and safe for humans to be on the inside of. Turned out that as long as the hull integrity field was up, the inside of the craft needed no further cautions, and you could float around in it like normal. The field itself didn't even extend much further inside beyond the outer hull. Though, when the field was down, you would experience the g-forces of the drive, which sounds bad, but actually made for some handy way to produce artificial gravity during the ascent from the surface. Once the field was up, the magnetic boots of the uniforms anchored you to the floor. Or you could grab onto two handles and anchor yourself that way.

We would love to have made a bigger ship than we did, but unfortunately, the Enterprise (because of course they named it that) was limited by the amount of available large tardium crystals for the drive. So we deemed its first mission to be getting some more. Trade for them, get permission to mine them, whatever, we just needed some larger ones.

As for now, the enterprise had just one deck in the wider saucer, but 3 in the middle, which was bulbed out for no discernible reason i could find, other than to make it look like a proper UFO. And maybe to house the living quarters for the crew of 45 brave explorers. And also to transport back more tardium in the cargo hold, located smack dab in the middle of the ship.

We sent a request for the isocoordinates of the closest civilization to us over vibromessage, and after receiving them, we gave the go ahead.

We however forgot to take into account that due to the message blocking of the structural field, we could no longer send our friends in the Andromeda galaxy any messages. Nor could we check in with the Enterprise, as it would be in the tachyon slipstream continuously, so as not to need to re-tune the integrity field as often. Because that takes a while each time.

So for 30 long years after the sendoff, we didn't know anything. We didn't waste that time, but with so much of our supply of crystals built into that ship, we needed a while to even start on other experiments. And the first thing we did was to upgrade the control network for the dyson collectors. I say first thing, as if we finished that project quickly, when in reality it took us 2 of those 3 decades. The last decade was pretty calm. Humanity had endured so much excitement, that the new generation now pushed to refocus on our culture. So, now that the collectors were precise enough, we finally began to enact our long awaited plan to terraform Mars. But that would take about a century in total, so it wasn't like there was much daily excitement to be had about that.

Then, thirty years and 5 months after launch, at 0:1 PFJ, we received a vibromessage from Andromeda. Enterprise had made it.

Quickly thereafter, the prime administrator called me, demanding to be connected to the tachyon network at once, now that comms were open once more.

I didn't really watch the negotiations that followed, but to make a long story short, our wayward crew was allowed to mine asteroids in the system of the aliens for tardium, so long as the aliens got a 40/60 cut. They themselves admitted to being unable to mine them by themselves, so they gave us the lion's share.

For the domestic scientists, this meant the reserves of tardium were opened more to experiments, as more was on the way soon-ish.

This resulted in the discovery of how the tachyons decayed into their base frequency, or vacuum state, if you will. We knew that in tardium, the tachyons directly couple with the phonons, which are the vibrational excitation modes. However, in vacuum, when coupling with themselves in order to decay into a higher frequency, the excitation was mitigated by an elongation of the surrounding spacetime in turn. We had finally found the explaination for the expansion of the universe: Whenever tardium gets excited and tachyons of non-base frequencies are sent out, their decay mode stretches the universe. Or, well, it stretches spacetime, with isospace being left unaffected. Our drive tech basically anchors the vessel to isospace anyway, so even if the universe keeps expanding, we can still visit everyone we want with the first drive we made. But... negative spacial curvature was something we wanted to achieve for centuries. And now, we were able to!

With this discovery, the engineers went back to work to try to make this into a method of propulsion as well. This necessitated a name for our first, working engine, which we decided to call the slipstream drive. This was fairly intuitive of a name, as the vessel would couple to isospace instead of regular spacetime, where it would be carried by the pressure of the tachyon field on one side, while the chirpers destructively interfered with it on the other side. Thus essentially creating a slipstream pocket in the front, into which the tachyon pressure would continuously push the vessel.

Speaking of names, the newly conceived drive was uncreatively christened the warp drive. To be fair, it was pretty much exactly what a warp drive in pop-culture had been. Except, turns out, it didn't work that easily. The warp prototypes at the moment had small drive crystals. And so, their warp fields collapsed fairly rapidly, due to unwanted resonance we couldn't shunt away. No prototype even managed to break the warp 1 barrier yet, though they did achieve fairly decent sublight speeds. And, interestingly, they could still be communicated with via tachyon message. This was due to the fact that they worked on the opposite principle of comm-arrays. Where communications needed to stay stable over vast distances, the warp drive needed the tachyons to rapidly decay into the ground state in order to achieve propulsion. Anyway, as exciting as the warp drives were, in terms of actual propulsion, they weren't all that revolutionary.

The theoretical development of better, more efficient slipstream drives on the other hand flourished. Once Enterprise got back, the engineers were confident that the next trip to Andromeda could be tackled in about a month or two, with the new engine design. Maybe three, if some unforeseen hazards appeared.

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The high council of Krg didn't really know how to react to the news of the Humans' arrival.

Nobody could wrap their minds around how they got here. Or really why. Well, they stated that they wanted to mine the asteroids in the star system for tardium, but why they came to the surface was beyond the council's understanding.

They had to wear thick, bulky suits, with gas containers for respiration, as Krg didn't have an atmosphere. To even get to our habitats, we had to open one of the pressure doors, which we normally use to get to the surface whenever we want to access the telescopes. It was such a strange feeling, letting something else then a Krgian crawl through our living spaces. Usually when that happened, the intruder was some kind of pest, which we quickly drove out.

The Humans had trouble with the steepness of some of our tunnels, but they still insisted they come down here. Our multitude of locomotive limbs allows our kind to easily traverse these tunnels, but that didn't mean the Humans didn't manage. When we thought it would be too steep for them to follow us, they unveiled a rope and pulley system, which they used to hoist themselves down along the wall. Ingenious!

Though i couldn't help but ask: "Are you sure you can get back up?"

The lead human, furthest down the rope turned its head, and replied: "Yeah, easily. The gravity here is so much lower compared to Earth, it will be a cakewalk. Ah, sorry, human expression, what i meant was it will be a simple matter. To be honest, i am more worried about the light."

Light? "Oh right, you Humans have sensory organs that require light." I had forgotten about that, but supposed it made sense for surface dwellers such as them.

"Yes, we can't see much down here with our measly flashlights."

"What is a flashlight?"

"A portable light source, which can be directed into a specific direction. But in tunnels like these, in the dark, i can see why your species has evolved vibrational senses first and foremost."

"You are familiar with them?"

The Human made noise that sounded as if it had trouble with respiration. "Yes. We have lots of life forms on Earth that have whiskers like yours. Not even all of which live in tunnels. Some live together with us."

This surprised me. "There is another intelligent species on your planet?"

"No." came the swift reply.

"Ah, a pet then. Or is it livestock?"

"No, cats are pets. Though jury's out on who's domesticated whom."

I wanted to ask for clarification, but we had arrived at my workstation.

"We are here," i announced to the humans, opening the hatch. "You may enter."

"Whoa. Is that? A tardium crystal?" The third Human in line extended their forelimb toward one of the array crystals. "It is gigantic!"

Appraising the crystal, it was only about one and a half body lengths of the Humans. "It is for a communications array, after all. Though it is not the largest single crystal we have," i informed them.

"If the boys back home saw that, they'd be foaming at the mouth, you know that?"

"Isn't mouth foaming a bad sign?" I wasn't sure about all the intricacies of Human biology, i was a communication officer after all, not a biologist.

"It would be, if that wasn't just an expression. Sorry, i keep forgetting that idioms require context that you don't have. May we use the array to send a message back home? Our vessel is only equipped with a short range communication grid."

Another human whispered something i think i wasn't supposed to hear, but could clearly: "ET phone home." It was said in English, which i was rusty in, so i didn't know what it meant. We had been conversing in basic so far.

Of course, i agreed to let them use it. They proceeded to turn their heads in many different positions, but didn't go to the controls.

"Is something wrong?" i asked.

"We have no idea how to work this thing."

Oh. I went over to the vibromotor-controls, and softly brushed the control crystal. Brushing the harmony for communication with Earth, the vibromotors undulated, configuring the array crystals into the correct alignment.

The Humans then initiated a small scale communication from their own limited range communicator, which i configured the array to pick up and amplify, then transmit toward Earth. On the side, i used internal communications to call the council of elders up here, who to my surprise agreed to come right away. Only two millirotations later, they crawled up the side entrances, their chitin softness dampening their approach to a respectably low volume.

At the same time, the communications array was picking up a response, from the leader of Earth.

"Shall we leave the leaders to their decision?" one of the Humans asked me.

"Probably." i responded. We made our way outside the cavern.

"Do you have a water reservoir here somewhere?" one of the Humans requested. "We need to refill our oxygen supply, but we have electrolyzers and hydrogen fusers in the ship. So if you could spare a couple tons of water, that would really help us."

I had no idea what half these words meant, but lead them to a communal pressure well. We use those to transport cargo from the lower levels, but we had more than enough liquid water to spare. A couple tons were nothing.

After a trip back to the surface, hauling some metallic objects down the tunnels, the humans went to work. Why they were using construction material was beyond me, but soon, a rythmic hum came from one of the devices.

"Fusion in 3. 2. 1. Fusing now," one of them announced, having connected a soft pipe from one device to the other.

"What exactly is it that you are doing?" i inquired.

"Electro-chemically splitting the water into hydrogen and oxygen, then using the hydrogen for the fusion reactor, which in turn powers the electrolyzer."

"I have no idea what any of that means," i admitted.

The Humans turned their heads to one another for a moment, then back to me.

"We're using a machine, or two machines rather, to make breathable gas out of the water."

"Oh, so you breathe water vapor?"

"No. But we can make what we breathe out of water. We don't just vaporize it. I don't think i can properly explain chemistry or electrolysis right now. We don't have the time for that."

"Don't we have plenty, while the negotiations are underway?" i inquired.

"If you think they will take multiple cycles, then maybe. But i thought it would only be a few rotations, right?"

It takes multiple cycles to explain?

What?

Just what is up with these Humans?

...to be honest, i kind of wanted to find out for myself at this point. Maybe, just maybe, they would allow me to travel back to Earth with them. I didn't have a clutch of eggs to care for, nor a mate. Which hadn't exactly bothered me, but it did mean i had nothing holding me here. Except for the now obsolete thought that i couldn't go to any other civilization.

Hello, Author here. I am sorry to say this, but this is probably the last thing i write for this world. ADHD refuses to let me do such a sustained project. If any of you want to write something in this setting i created, though, be sure to run it by me to see if it fits the setting. Also, if anyone has a cool idea what to call this worldbuilding/setting/universe, feel free to send me an ask with a suggestion, i'll edit the tags so we can find stuff written in that setting later on.

#humans are space orcs #worldbuilding #i know a couple of you followed me for this story #but the thing is i'm now pretty much done with it #adhd refuses to let me work on long sustained projects #sorry

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