#me writing: is there anyway i can reference kat

[lightseoul]

IN THE DARK (1.8k)

a/n. thought about taking a break from my 2k milestone event by writing something that felt very personal to me. i was supposed to rest today but this sort of just...happened. i hope y'all like it.

cw. afab!reader, pro-hero!katsuki, aged-up characters, themes of body image issues, mentions of weight gain, minor nsfw references, basically just some hurt/comfort goodness

you’re in the middle of re-scooping your boobs into what has become a tiny ass tank top when a soft array of knocks echoes from the door.

“babe? are you almost done?”

alarmed, you quickly glance at the mirror. it only takes you one look at your reflection to decide that nope—you’re definitely not going with this one—before you swiftly tug it off your body.

at least, you try to do so.

the fabric catches on the areas of your torso that have noticeably gotten fuller in the course of the past year and a half. you huff in frustration as you squirm, desperate to have what used to be your favorite halter top off you.

another round of knocks comes again.

“babe? you okay in there?”

“yeah!” you manage to choke out, finally out of that damned material. “don’t come in—i’m not decent.”

the moment you say those words, you instantly know what the reaction would be.

“hah?” comes his incredulous, borderline offended reply. “the fuck do you mean ‘you’re not decent’?”

scanning the interior of your small walk-in closet, you feel the panic rise in your throat until your eyes land on the pajamas and baggy t-shirt you were wearing before you started trying out outfits for the reunion you were having with the class of 1a tonight.

“i’m just in my underwear,” you retort, frantically putting back on the much more forgiving articles.

“i think i’ve seen you with much less than that, dumbass.”

“okay,” you call out, ignoring his comment and slightly winded from your efforts, “you can come in now!”

as if on cue, the door slowly opens, and in comes bakugou, who’s already dressed in a crisp, black button-down and straight-legged pants, a suspicious glint in his eyes as they dart across the room before landing on you.

and when they do, his lips almost instantly form into a frown.

“i thought you were getting changed?”

you feel yourself flame in embarrassment despite yourself.

“yeah, well…” you wrack your brain for a not-so-incriminating excuse, “none of the outfits i was envisioning are working.”

well, that is the truth, anyway.

it’s just not necessarily complete.

“okay…” he drawls out, entirely unconvinced. “why’d you put your pajamas back on, though? it’s not like i haven’t seen you naked or some shit.”

“uh—” you pause, before finally settling with: “—it’s just that i’m wearing ugly panties, is all. real granny, the-type-you-wear-on-your-period kinda stuff.”

bakugou only stares at you. “since when have you cared about me seeing that?”

you are not about to say that was a shitty excuse you pulled from your ass just now.

so instead, you turn your back against him and start riffling through the racks of clothes. “how ‘bout you help me pick out what to wear for tonight, huh, kats?”

a few moments of silence pass before you finally hear a quiet ‘sure’—which is immediately followed by him stepping forward and occupying the space beside you.

he goes through the options himself before his hands land on the white, off-shoulder peplum blouse you got around a year ago. taking it by the hanger, he lifts it on display.

“how ‘bout this?”

you immediately shake your head. “those make my arms look extra big.”

at that, bakugou’s face contorts in confusion. “what? no, they don’t.”

you chuckle dryly, wondering why you’re even having this conversation.

you coax the shirt from his grip and place it back where he pulled it from. “pick another one.”

bakugou doesn’t say anything, but you can feel him side-eyeing you more than anything. still, he relents, and picks out a sky-blue sleeveless high-neck top you copped from your go-to store a few months ago.

“i remember you looked really good in this,” he offers.

you hum absentmindedly at his comment, studying the spandex-like material. ultimately, though, you shake your head.

“that one hugs me in all the wrong places. really emphasizes my midriff.”

“but—”

“can you choose another one, please?”

the man huffs in what you think is disgruntlement but follows suit anyway. once again, he traces his hand along the articles of clothing for a minute until they finally stop at what used to be your favorite sleeveless, v-neck black crop top.

grinning, he pulls it out.

“you’ve got to wear this.”

at the sight of it, you pull your lips into a tight line. “…i don’t know, babe.”

“seriously?” he asks, looking dangerously close to insulted. “this one makes your boobs look absolutely incredible.”

“katsuki!”

“what? i’m not wrong, am i?”

for a second, you let yourself imagine what you would look like in that rather skimpy top. and for a brief moment, you actually believe it’ll work out.

that is until you remember you’re imagining the you from way back when, and the last time you put it on a few weeks ago, you thought you looked fucking horrendous.

with a heavy sigh and a shake of your head, you take the clothing from his hand so you can return it to the rack.

at least, you try to, because bakugou doesn’t let you.

when you tug again and his grip tightens, you finally look up at the man, confused.

“wha—”

“we need to talk.”

almost instantly, your stomach drops in anticipatory dread.

“oh?” you try to answer nonchalantly, trying to take the item again from his hold. thankfully, this time he lets go, but his serious gaze that’s fixed on you remains unyielding.

“oh? that’s all you have to say?”

you turn away from him, moving to hang it back on the cabinet. “i don’t think there’s time for that right now, kats.”

to further emphasize your point, you glance down at your watch, which now reads 6:17 pm.

fuck.

you’re already going to be late.

you think about it for a beat before finally coming to a conclusion and shifting to face him again.

“i think you should just go ahead.”

bakugo gapes at you like you just told him the sky was green. “what?”

“we’re already running late and i haven’t even done my makeup, let alone picked out what to wear,” you reason.

“you really think i even want to go to this stupid party?” he retorts right back. “you’re the only one who makes them bearable. to hell with this going alone shit.”

“but—”

“not happening, babe.”

you let out a heavy exhale, struggling to tamp down the disappointment at your failed attempt to get out of the situation.

neither of you says anything for what feels like minutes before bakugou finally breaks the monotonous quiet.

“…can i ask you something?”

his voice is so uncharacteristically soft that you can’t help but look up at him despite the visceral urge to avoid his gaze, anticipatory anxiety now churning in your gut at the question.

the man, though, apparently takes your silence as a yes, because he continues.

and you barely manage to stop yourself from choking on your spit when he does.

“why do we only have sex in the dark?”

that was not what you were expecting him to say.

“e-excuse me?”

bakugou moves to rub the back of his neck, perhaps feeling sheepish at his blunt query.

but he presses on.

“it’s just that i remember it wasn’t always like this. when we first started getting intimate with each other, you didn’t mind when the lights were on or if the curtains weren’t drawn. but then…”

“my preferences simply changed,” you interject, scared of letting him continue.

“really?” he asks, but the question seems more rhetorical than not. “because if you were to ask me, i’m starting to think…maybe, just maybe—and i could be wrong about this—you don’t want to be perceived.”

a long pause.

“baby?” comes bakugou’s worried voice when you don’t reply. “did i hurt you?”

you shake your head, although your eyes are trained downcast to your socked feet, unable to meet his gaze.

“say something, please.”

at his request, you finally look up, trying to blink away the tears that are pooling in your eyes before he notices.

but it’s either you don’t do it fast enough, or he’s just insanely perceptive, because bakugou manages to catch sight of it, eyes widening the second he does.

“shit, i’m so—”

“it’s okay!” you chuckle, waving him off. you take the hand that was just reaching out to wipe the tears away and encase it with yours. you chance a glance at the man, who’s now peering at you guiltily.

“i really didn’t mean to hurt you,” he starts again, “i just wanted to finally talk about it because—”

“i know, i know,” you cut him off before he can ramble any further. “don’t worry, babe. i’m not angry at you. it’s just…”

you take a shaky inhale.

“…it’s just that it’s been so hard, you know? i really try not to dwell on it because most of it is beyond my control, but…whenever i try on a dress that used to fit me so well, or when i look at my reflection, or especially when i’m bare for you to see and i feel your eyes roving over my body—it just hits me all over again.

“the fact that this is how i look like now. and i hate it.”

you look at bakugou, who’s staring at you so intently with a pained expression on his face.

“you don’t have to say anything,” you quickly add on. “i know this is kind of a lot to take in.”

“yeah—no, it’s just that i’m angry at myself for ever making you feel judged,” he huffs, and you can practically hear the frustration seeping out from his tone.

he tightens his hold on your hand.

“believe me, baby, when i say that when i look at you all so vulnerable like that, it’s never me fucking judging you. i can’t even—

“i can’t even begin to describe how much i love your body. every time i see even just a sliver of what’s underneath your clothes i get so hard i—”

you snort.

“—laugh all you want, but it’s true. it’s fucking embarrassing sometimes, how much my body reacts to seeing yours, but it’s true.”

you shoot him a sad, albeit grateful smile, to which he responds by squeezing your hand.

“look, i know i can’t change how you feel about your body, and i understand that you want to look differently. but i also do know that i can’t just stand here and watch you tear yourself apart like that. you don’t deserve any of that, you fucking hear me?”

you don’t even know where to start with your reply, so you opt to just nod wordlessly instead.

“good,” he grunts. “i’m just here to support you, whatever you wanna do. you already know that i think you’re beautiful the way you are right now, but if you want to do something or work towards a certain goal, i’ll be here.

“i know a thing or two about fitness, if you’re interested in exploring that.”

“really?” you beam at him, already feeling so light. “you’ll really help me with that?”

at that, bakugou scoffs. “‘course i will, dummy. actually…”

you peer at him curiously. “actually, what?”

he grins at you, the mood suddenly taking a mischievous turn.

“…i actually know of a certain cardio activity i wanna do right now, if you’re open to that.”

my replies, reblogs, and asks are open if you wanna talk about stuff <3 sending hugs to you!

[natbelovasblog]

Stalker.

PAIRINGS: AOS!Natasha Romanoff x CCTV!Fem Reader.

SUMMARY: While your Coworkers relish in their lunch breaks-you take to watching the security cameras. But while watching over live footage you see something, or rather someone, in the corner of the camera. Who are they and why are they here?

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood, Budapest references??, and a slightly agitated Katness Barton.

A/N: I had gotten this idea from a day dream, and decided to write it out at 2:30/3am. :). It was going to be a series.. but I’m too inconsistent for that.. so.. if anyone wants to actually write a whole or short series on it, be my guest, but tag me bc I wanna read it!

I had visions of it being like flirty nat, and playing hard to get reader, so nat keeps stalking and popping up everywhere trying to get her to go on a date with her, then she finally does so nat will leave her alone and the rest is history.

… anyways. Hope you enjoy. AOS means agents of SHEILD.

“I’ve got eyes on the target” A slight Russian accent was heard through the comms.

“You act like we’re in a movie” The archer spoke up.

“Shut up Barton, I’m doing my job” Natasha vocalized her annoyance. She’d only been with the man for 7 days, but even with it being that short, he was still a pain in her ass.

“We’ve got movement! I’m going in. Cover me.” The spy was already gone before Barton could even speak.

“Nat, you can’t just run off like that! There’s a woman in there. Who knows how many more. We should’ve sat back and waited longer!” Clint had told her, climbing higher up the tree to get a good look in the building.

“Oh please, they don’t even know they’ve got a weaponized system in the building! There’s probably only 3 security guards and I’m sure they would’ve already seen us with how slow you walk. I’ll be fine. Thanks for the concern.” The red head rolled her eyes. Knocking on the door before taking down 2 security guards with her widow bites, after they’d basically invited her in.

“2 down, 1 too go” She spoke just before halting her steps. Peeking into the door on her right.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Clint’s voice appeared in her ear. Wondering why the recently departed widow had stopped

“Another one…A woman.” She paused. “Do you think she knows about the weapons?” She continued.

“Well it’s not like you can walk in there and talk to her about it, I’d say no. Take her out and let’s get this done, I have a dinner party to get too.” The archer replied. He had climbed down from the tree and slowly walked his way towards the 2 big double doors.

-

Your head snapped towards the cameras when you heard the alarm go off. Checking each one of them to see nothing but a glimpse of red hair and an arrow.

Sprinting down the hall, you’d reached the break room, opening the doors to see if one of your coworkers had set the alarm off. Only to find them all on the floor and one of them bleeding throughout their nose.

Quickly dialing security, you told them you needed backup.

-

“You idiot! Who doesn’t check the doors before going into a building, with a million dollar weaponized security system?!” Natasha was pissed. They’d waiting in a stupid vent for 7 days, an entire week to steal the systems hard drive. All for Clint to try and open the doors at 12am. Setting off all the alarms.

“In my defense, there was no more people to let me in since you’d knocked them all out. And I couldn’t get the other one to let me in because you were too busy drooling all over her.” Clint threw his arrows back into the vent, settling down just in time to watch the security guards rush past them.

“I wasn’t drooling over her, I just thought maybe she knew something. She didn’t even look like a security guard.” Natasha thinks back to when she’d seen you twirl around in the spinny chair.

“Oh let me guess, she looked like a princess?” The Barton man whispered.

Yeah..

Yeah, she did.

-

“I saw a flash of red hair, and then what looked like an arrow.. I don’t know if it was an arrow tho.. I mean. Who carry’s around arrows anymore?” You questioned out loud to your boss.

“The boy, Katness Everdeen from the avengers does!” Mike, a coworker had joked. Making the others laugh.

“This isn’t a time to joke. It’s serious. Someone tried to get into the building and your joking around? Are you fucking kidding me?” Your boss, Chris yelled. Making the others stop laughing.

“Come on man, clearly no one got inside the building, if they did. We’d have seen. We do have some of the best security cameras.” Mike stood up, trying to calm Chris down.

“Whatever, get back to work. See if you can find anything” Chris walked out.

“We’ve check the cameras over and over again. We didn’t see anything!” Jake, another coworker yelled out the door.

“Check again!” Chris replied.

You did feel a presence watching you.. but maybe that was just your imagination.. right? I mean Mike was right. There was absolutely nothing on the cameras. Maybe you just needed some sleep.

[mvndfvelds]

HELLO !! i've not written any fanfiction in like 3 years so excuse how awful this is, but the spencer reid obsession is just too strong to resist. also there are a serious lack of gn!reader and especially male!reader fics, so if i ever write it'll be for those pairings :))

here's a cringey little valentine's day drabble x

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☆ pairing: gn!reader × spencer reid (no use of 'y/n')

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Valentine's day is overrated anyway, right? At least that's what you've been telling yourself all day whilst being silently bitter about the fact Spencer, your roommate, probably already has a date.

It had hit around 6pm, and you had yet to hear Spencer move from his room - in all honesty, he probably had a date with about 10 books this evening anyway. The romance films all seemed a little too much today, so you ended up laying there staring out the window with a takeaway pizza box laying across your stomach.

Giving up on sitting alone, you swung your legs off the sofa and onto the floor, padding up to Spencer's door and raising a tentative hand to knock.

"Come in!"

You poked your head around the door, still not wanting to intrude fully. You opened your mouth to speak, but he butted in already, "look. If you're gonna comment on the fact I'm alone today, I'd like to remind you that you are too."

"I- wow, you think so lowly of me!" You snarked, "I was going to ask if you wanted to watch something with me seeing as we're both alone?"

"Statistically, there's still 30% of Americans who spend their Valentine's day alone or with friends anyway. Besides, it's all developed into feeding into capitalism now. Oh, and yes, I'd like to watch something!" He rambled whilst you smiled fondly and turned to leave, assuming he was trailing near behind you.

Both of you flopped to the sofa again, the soft lighting in the living room was almost romantic when you looked to Spencer. You tore your eyes away and trailed through the romcoms - Spencer would never admit it, but his guilty pleasure film is '10 Things I Hate About You'.

Halfway through the film you draped a blanket over yourself, revelling in the fact Spencer had moved his feet into your lap afterwards. It wasn't out of the ordinary to be subtly affectionate with Spencer anymore, you'd both taken a fair while to settle into a domestic life, but it was second nature now. Though that didn’t mean your heart didn’t stutter a little at every touch.

"I don't really understand high-school hierarchies," he said absent-mindedly, referring to the film.

"Me neither, though I don't either of us need high-school hierarchies to be considered 'nerds', do we?"

He chuckled lightly before deciding to reposition himself on the sofa entirely, turning the other way and asking, "can I lay my head on you?" You nodded, slightly bemused by his wriggling, focusing on the TV.

One of his lanky arms had made its way to drape over your lap, and one of your hands had settled on playing with his hair. Nearing the end of the film, during Kat's monologue, Spencer sniffled lightly.

"Spence... are you crying?"

He shook his head defiantly, "no? It's just a film."

You held his chin gently and turned his head so he was looking up at you from your lap with teary eyes. You cooed teasingly making his face heat up, "see, you're just a little crybaby. No shame in it, man, we've all been there."

You ran a thumb over his cheekbone, catching a stray tear and wiping it away. "If you weren't a pretty crier I'd take the piss out of you right now, y'know?" You said, sounding far too fond when it was only supposed to be a joking comment.

Evidently this wasn't going to slip past Mr. BAU, so he grinned up at you shyly and muttered, "you think I'm pretty?"

You nodded, face pink, you'd fallen into your own failed sarcasm and there was no way out at this point. Ah, fuck it, you may as well take your chances. You leant down slowly, your intention clear, waiting for a sign that he was happy with this. It soon came as he lifted his head slightly to meet your lips in a gentle kiss. You let out a small whine when he flopped back down with a satisfied grin, finding one of your hands and playing with your fingers gently.

"I guess we don't fit into that 30% anymore, right?"

[the-troll-book-of-mormon]

@davekatweek day 1: plush!

in which dave does not want anything remotely puppet-like to watch the proceedings

(+ my rushed attempt at dialogue below)

DAVE: hey karkat sorry to totally crush your wildest selfcest dreams here but do you think maybe we could put that cool guy away before we go any further here

KARKAT: WHAT?

DAVE: your squishy dude over there with the sideways mohawk

DAVE: lil kat

KARKAT: ARE YOU REFERRING TO MY CUSHION EFFIGY?

DAVE: ok theres absolutely no way thats actually the troll word for plushies but ill let it slide without completely derailing the conversation this time

DAVE: yes that guy

DAVE: could we maybe do this without him watching

DAVE: idk something about the way hes been staring at me with those big yellow depression eyes is just killin my vibe

KARKAT: WOW DAVE, REALLY GLAD THAT AFTER ALL THIS TIME YOU FINALLY FOUND IT WITHIN THE ECHOING CAVERNS OF YOUR HOLLOW PUMP BISCUIT TO TELL ME THAT MY "DEPRESSION EYES" ALLEGEDLY "KILL YOUR VIBE".

KARKAT: ANY OTHER COMPLAINTS YOU WANT TO GET OFF YOUR NUB WHILE YOU'RE ALREADY SCUTTLING YOUR EFFRONTERY GASH?

DAVE: dude what

DAVE: thats totally different

DAVE: i love your depression eyes you know i love your depression eyes

KARKAT: I DON'T KNOW, DAVE, IS THIS A THING THAT I KNOW?

KARKAT: YOU DON'T THINK THERE COULD BE ANYTHING CONFUSING ABOUT THE FACT THAT YOU ARE CLAIMING TO "LOVE" AN ANATOMICAL FEATURE OF MINE THAT YOU SIMULTANEOUSLY FIND SO DISGUSTING THAT YOU CAN'T POSSIBLY BRING YOURSELF TO ENGAGE IN CONCUPISCENT ACTIVITIES IN ITS PRESENCE?

KARKAT: ONCE AGAIN I AM COMPLETELY MYSTIFIED BY THE BOUNDLESS GENIUS OF YOUR ATROPHYING SPONGE. HOW COULD I EVER HOPE TO KEEP UP?

DAVE: holy shit dude i cannot believe this is actually something youre stuck on

DAVE: this is a real unfortunate time to be getting into this but maybe its because your depression eyes are attached to the real life body of my sexy as fuck boyfriend and i can look at them and not get the weird fucking heebie jeebies about being watched or secretly filmed

KARKAT: OH.

DAVE: i mean look hes cute and all and on the one hand its genuinely hilarious that in a way were fulfilling plush karkats voyeuristic fantasies that he inherited from you

KARKAT: HEY!

DAVE: but on the other its kinda jarring that every time i glance up and see his weird little fabric face im getting flashbanged by my kid selfs fucked up programming and for a split second its like im seeing something completely different

DAVE: so yeah nothing wrong with his depression eyes specifically its just that theyre eyes and theyre not real and somehow that makes it way more real

DAVE: like maybe someone somehow snuck a webcam in there just now when i wasnt looking

DAVE: which doesnt actually make sense because first of all why

DAVE: and second of all im always keeping my eye out for that sort of thing anyway so i would definitely notice before we got this far

DAVE: but all this dumb shit just makes it kinda hard to focus on the actual depression bedroom eyes right in front of my face

DAVE: not to mention the rest of this effigy im tryin to get my ganderbulbs and prongs all over

KARKAT: OKAY I GET IT, STOP TRYING TO DISTRACT ME FROM THE FEELINGS JAM BY APPROPRIATING TROLL VERNACULAR.

KARKAT: I'LL PUT HIM IN THE OTHER ROOM.

...

i had more of the scene i could write, but it was getting long and im already late for day 1! maybe one day i'll actually write out a scene and post it on ao3

[alitgblog]

s9 vol 6: oh fuck I was joking last time but am i.. is this gonna be a Hamish route for me??? 😳

i guess first of all, the kelly/kat drama. I know it's yet again Finn and Kat but I'm happy they're dealing with it in a different way (although if S5 is Suresh's island, I can't help but think S9 is Kat's island 🙄). The thing that annoyed me the most is MC not being able to say anything? Like Kelly brought up the note, I feel like MC and Finn should've said something.

however we do get this, which, as someone with a friend whose name starts with K going through relationship troubles with a Korean man, actually I'm offended they took my joke and made it less funny,

but snog marry pie! Most of the girls (my MC included) choosing to kiss Hamish? It's like we all forget how bad a kisser he was in S6 like what happened. however, uhhh kinda worth it like I was initially intrigued about a Finn or Stefan route but Hamish is really coming in as a dark horse with chat like this (especially considering how sassy MC can be this season)

and the thing too is even though hes clearly changed bc they're making him a serious LI this season, there are several moments where I'm like yeah that's the same guy that had the audacity to ask S6 MC to run away with him at the end of S6

Then I played by rules like Chen, and chose a different person to snog, a different person to marry, a different person to pie. And then Hamish gets his little moment kissing and marrying MC, which kind of undermines the big moment which is his speech where he pies himself? like the talk on the terrace later this volume is great and I love the flirty banter between him and MC but he's so wishy washy about Natasha and it just doesn't really get addressed?

Kat's partner (in my game, Jude) is a whole mess. Like it'd be one thing if he's gonna be like "hey I'm sorry I was just defending Chen because I misinterpreted some stuff I thought you did" but it's another to do all that meanwhile he was also being shady about flirting with Melissa???

Then they call the incident Melgate bc... fusebox struck gold with Cherrygate and has been trying to recreate it ever since and has always failed. I never clicked the gem scene that would prompt Kat to tell you this story, and so I was so confused until they explained it in the next episode and that was so annoying. Then they do the thing (again!) where they like shame you for not being a friend (Kat's like "I tried to tell you"). this is worse than when you had an ugly dress and the girls were like God you look awful.

Jude being vague during the game was annoying bc i know theyre just stretching it out but also absolutely I could see that happening on the show where he's like "you know what you did. we'lltalk about it later" and it cuts to MC in the beach hut being like "judes being a real bitch. of course I know what I did but which time are you referring to"

Chen being constantly voted the sweetest during the challenge and then awards night is great but also just reminds me that his character is gonna be so vague from now on bc he's sharing a personality with three other guys. like its gonna hurt to break him but also he's not getting the care from the writing team that they've been giving the other routes so unfortunately he's boring rn 😬. doesn't even have the audacity to be mad just has to go away and think. And Chen just keeps taking L's too with MC (at least in my game) flirting with everyone and Jude in his ear saying MC can't be trusted. like if he twists in casa I'm not even sure if the audience would blame him (they would bc they love MC but ya knowww)

God don't remind me I'm missing not only missing actual litg season 2 but also what I have instead is Kat and Finn season 2

anyway MC being able to say never have I ever had a steamy shower with someone? she's so messy

also with Natasha explaining more of what she did in casa on her original season has me making things up in my head bc you gotta be a pretty memorable casa girl for the game to pretend you're an all star but she didn't even make it to the actual villa so that's even harder to imagine, but I'm going to pretend she flirted with one of the guys while also sneaking behind his back with Roxy and people ate that up. then he tells her he wants to bring her to the villa and she rides off into the sunset with Roxy instead (or Roxy breaks her heart goes in the villa with a guy idk)

I'm starting to think Kat's gonna end up either with Finn or if MC is with Finn, then single but then we get a reunion episode and she reveals she's dating Finn's brother bc she has a TYPE (also wouldn't be out of the ordinary for fusebox bc of the grace/ozzy/marshall thing but it's still icky to me lol)

then lastly for brunch we got the first of TWO prompts this volume to lay to learn about your own backstory?? I mean no question I'm upset about paying for information but your OWN character??

I had no problem saying no though like I feel like there's enough context about Sarah Ann for me to guess (side note, if anyone from Casa comes back with Sarah Ann I'm throwing hands)

OK but awards now. I feel like awards night is usually an end of season thing when the producers of the show have not much drama left bc the couples are solid and they want to throw in drama for the last week, but seeing as this is a game and they can just write in the finale whenever, I guess here is alright. (I wonder if that means no movie night then though?)

the clip they showed of Natasha? honestly, I respect her more for it. like idk she just seems more real than this perfect character flirting with MC all the time if she's venting to Hamish about also being sick of Kat and Finn or small things like Kelly taking long to get ready.

Here's where I did wish there was more branching like I think if you didn't do anything with Finn you should get a nice award, like about being loyal, while the clip still showed Finn being sneaky. like I don't doubt that if this were real, the producers of the show WOULD show the note and then getting cut off before MC realizing it's Finn and not her partner, but it's irritating to get blamed for that and even worse, MC does not get a real chance to defend herself, we just listen to everyone else's reactions.

anyway in my game MC should've been shown pieing off Finn at the pool and then Jude apologizing realizing he didn't understand what he saw. and then subsequently after show the clip of MC trying to kiss Finn at the shower and him rejecting her bc I personally loved that moment and I actually gasped when I thought they were gonna show it instead of cutting it off (bc again, not enough branching)

I did spend the gems on the second MC lore thing bc I was like ehh why not it's the end of the volume and like wow I get why I like s9 mc now, she's so Bobby coded 🤣

once again, I do appreciate the effort going into Hamish's route rn bc he has actual consequences and regrets for hooking up with Melissa and it getting exposed. OK maybe not actual consequences bc I think the game will just continue to pair up him and Natasha but the fact that there are some repercussions at all AND he gets to talk out his feelings and regrets about it with MC on the terrace after? And then he continues to show interest in MC and explain his reasons for not being with her and also the whole hi trying to look for validation from his dad? sorry Finn and Chen, the writers are playing favorites

I did not think we were getting casa lmao. there's no casa in the actual love island all stars and love island games so I was surprised but I'm curious about who the other boys are, if they're all gonna be international or are we gonna see at least one more UK islander? if Cassius is coming in during casa it feels like he's gonna be overshadowed and his route is probably merged with some international guys, which I guess makes enough sense like we didn't know him during season 7 anyway but I'm just curious.

oh yeah and this guy

late to the party like I know the game keeps reminding me of him, but the more they did the interested I was, but I could be brought back

OK fingers crossed they don't dump single islanders post casa

[alpinefrsh]

Omg?? You’ve made me obsessed?? Again??

Lmao you probably don’t want me bringing up your old writing but I just started reading the ‘God doesn’t know what a cat is’ series from like, two years ago, and an Exdei and Tommy dynamic is not something I knew I needed but I love it too much to not talk about it now >:D

Anywayyyy— kit-kat. Raccoon babies are called kits. The name still applies and I love it.

Have a good day/night! o/ <333

LMAO- Yeah, I was very interested in what kind of dynamic Tommy and Exdei would have- and we almost got it in canon too.

That was a fun series to write. I actually- there was one last fic for that series that I still kind of want to write. But it's also unbelievable petty and stems almost purely from this one time I read an sbi fic with dark wilbur- and I don't remember what was up with the others, I think they were all chill- but see the thing is, I don't like dark fics (or more specifically, I don't like fics where the characters are made dark, because it almost always feels wildly out of character and then I just get annoyed reading it. Not for me, but that's fine, I'm not here to tell people what they can and can't write. Back button exist for a reason.) So anyway, the only reason I'd given the fic a shot was because either in the tags or the description, it said that he'd get his shit together and stop being an asshole. BUT THEN HE JUST DIDN'T. He would kind of get better. For a little bit. But then it was like- oop! Still being manipulative and disregarding boundaries and other people's personal agency. Lovely.

Idk, maybe it really did come around at some point, but I got fed up and left before then if it did.

Sorry about the rant, all that is to say, the only other fic I'm at all considering returning to that series to write would be one where Exdei is being a possessive bastard, and Tommy gets (rightly) pissed off by it. The whole premise of the fic is basically just Exdei learning boundaries and respecting Tommy's space and right to do whatever the hell he wants.

It's funny, the first fic in the TIITTV series actually has a very minor ref to the Cat series. Specifically, Tommy has a little moment where he thinks about the possibility of Drista having mind-reading powers. It's, again, a super minor reference that barely counts as a reference. But Tommy had a similar moment with Exdei in the Cat series, and I had that in mind when I wrote it.

Aww, kit-kat is still fitting. That's awesome :D

Well, in any case, I'm glad you enjoyed the series <333

Ty, you too! o/

[whoiwanttoday]

Hey guys, I am posting today to turn around my friend @kat-eleven who posted on her @girlcrushart blog yesterday that she has no more time for hot girls. I mean, it's a pretty long post, like 7 or 8 or maybe even more sentences and you don't have time to read all that, not with how much I write and obviously you're reading this or you wouldn't know I was saying it. My point is I'll cut to the heart of things and summarize for you. She said she doesn't have any time for hot girls anymore because she's just looking for things that are long and hard. Like her work hours. Pretty sure that's exactly how she phrased it. See, because I am extremely smart, probably the smartest person who ever smarted, which is a 100% serious statement, which is why I said it in a way that dummies can understand because otherwise you stupids would never get what a Smartie McSmarterson like me was saying, I was able to sum up her post in just a few words. I am of course being 100% serious because I don't joke. Joking is the habit of the intellectually lazy and I get really outraged if anyone ever tells me jokes or makes jokes on the internet or if something smells funny because mister, you're inanimate, stop trying to be funny. I am against jokes and you should know I have never made one on this blog. Anyway, this is disappointing. She of course can live her life the way she wants but I assume her girlfriend will be disappointed and because many people refer to me as the cupid of tumblr I do want to try to save their relationship by reigniting @kat-eleven attraction to women. I have decided to go with Ariana Majewska for lots of reasons but mainly cause she was who I was going to post today anyway. I mean, it's my blog. I'm a great person full of smarty brains and all but I'm not fucking Ghandi. I'm posting Ariadna Majewska because she is beautiful and I like how she dresses and you know what, if that isn't enough for @kat-eleven, who frankly I am doing a huge favor by summing up her blog so no one goes over there and like, givers her likes and reblogs, that just leads to all sorts of crazy misunderstandings on tumblr as some people are very confused by the reblog button, but if that isn't enough for @kat-eleven then maybe her relationship was always doomed. I'm Cupid, not Ghandi. Today I want to fuck Ariadna Majewska.

[tricoufamily]

i am soo sorry if uve already seen these but i was looking for pics of the batman 2022 set and found these and thought u might think they were cool! if you search “james chinlund production design batman” it should pop up in case you don’t wanna click on a link sent by an anon but here it is anyways lol: https://www.jameschinlund.com/features/the-batman !also saw ur post abt the render that fucking sucks 😬

i redid the sim and have her ripped now, should be good now! and no i haven’t seen most of these!!!!!!!!!!!! hello!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’d only seen oz’s office and some of the eddie ones!!!!!!!

i had no idea the buildings from the opening scene were an indoor set i would have bet money that’s when they were filming in london what the hell it looks amazing

god wayne manor you are so fucking insane. i love you (guitar???)

i hadn’t seen this one though yes…..please show me iceberg lounge…….PLEAS (you can see in the trailer it was destroyed in the flood, idk if we’ll ever get to see her like this again matt reeves you don’t understand i have gay fanfiction to write i need references please she’s beautiful please)

also selina’s apartment in the light help it’s so cute. i didn’t think it was so pink also. kitty kats

and hellooo sweet babies

this is so fucking good, thanks! really makes me appreciate this movie even more 💚💜💚

[starboundsingularities]

@kirbyoctournament

get chisped lol

Name: Popato Chisp (Chisp for short)

Reference Images:

Notes on Personality (optional, but preferred!): honestly he is just a silly little guy!! difficult for me personally to describe personalities but he's like a sillyboy to me. he's just a little guy. honestly. look at him.

Backstory and Lore (optional): OKAY. OKAY SO I HAVE A DIRECT QUOTE FROM THE PERSON WHO MADE CHISP (MY GOOD CLOSE FRIEND FLINTHEART HIIII FLINTHEART) BUT ALSO MY OWN LITTLE INFODUMP BECAUSE CHISP IS NEAR AND DEAR TO MY HEART. as a fair warning though a lot (not all! simply a lot) of this takes place in a huge crossover rp and isn't even in the kirby universe but he originated from kirby so he counts :3

Chisp is only a very little waddle dee! He's not a baby persay but moreso around 6, i think? He struggles communicating verbally like the other waddle dees because of how young he is and a general nervousness about talking so he uses nonverbal communications!! And my cannon for Chisp is that before he started realm hopping he was one of the waddle dees that travelled to the kingdom of the sky to rescue Dedede with kirby, but after it was all over he was!!! The only person to go and stay with Taranza, while everyone else went back to dreamland, chisp just sat next to Taranza and gave him a little shoulder pat, and that was when Taranza sort of, took Chisp in as like, a cool uncle figure, training his realm hopper abilities and such, Although as a "Pop-In Friend", and part of the reason chisp is so proud of his abilities is because its usually very hard for a waddle dee to stand out, they're mostly just faces in the crowd and chisp is nonverbal, as well so he finds it even harder, so having a close good friend who can teach him what makes him special was the first time chisp felt like an independent little guy!

^ flintheart wrote this everyone tell flintheart that chisp is so so cool i love you chisp

OKAY SO. my turn now. cracks knuckles. doesn't do that actually because it's Uncomfortable to do lol

SO CHISP IS JUST A LITTLE GUY RIGHT. living his life basically existing on dreamland. he's like a kid. we love him.

so one day this rift opens, right?? but not to forgotten land actually though to a different placce. to. okay you're going to fucking hate me. we've dubbed it ohio. and a couple of people end up going through that rift! not on purpose of course. but kirby goes through, king dedede goes through, taranza ends up going through it was later

and chisp. chisp is also in ohio. through... through the rift, right?

through the rift, right?

nope! chip is a realm hopper! or, as they're known in dreamland, pop-in friends! (which is such a cute name for them btw than you flintheart)

and those are something specific to ohio lore and not part of kirby but shhhhh. it's fun. anyways realm hoppers can teleport! and!!!! most importantly!!! they can just travel between dimensions!! like for fun! not even through a rift either like a lot of interdimensional travel is, just like teleporting, but through other dimensions it's very fun. i would imagine. i wouldn't know obviously i'm not a realm hopper they aren't real but it SOUNDS fun.

anyways chisp is a realm hopper and he's in ohio and he's ALSO. a child. and! he ends up getting adopted :) by one of my ocs, trinity. she's like just some girl. it's hard being a single mother when you're 15 and your child is a waddle dee and your friend slash crush keeps saying "waddle deez nuts" /lh

ANYWAYS THEY'RE SO /POS

trinity is a realm hopper too!! she's only ever told chisp though because she's scared something bad might happen if more people find out. sad! but this isn't about her.

anyways fun little facts: - chisp actually chose his name! trinity wrote down a bunch of names her friends suggested and let chisp pick which one he wanted (or write his own if he wanted to) and he picked popato chisp! chisp for short!

- trinity is refusing to acknowledge her crush on kat. chisp is trying to play matchmaker with them :3

- chisp is nonverbal!!

- chisp and trinity have little matching friendship bracelets

- chisp has been taught by someone trinity knows how to play guitar!

- kat is Going to give him a sword. you can not stop this from happening.

- trinity dyed her hair orange to match him :3 - yes he is named after popato chisps of undertale true lab fame. thank you for noticing

[ayamisc]

new addiction

So yes.. I still go "ga ga" over Naruto, BLEACH, Vampire Knight, Ouran High School Host Club, and Full Metal Alchemist… the 5 periodic mangas i read that are still "ongoing"

demo.. [wahahaha… oopsies… i mean.. BUT…]

I have recently discovered.. or rather… ADMITTED and ACCEPTED to myself.. this NEW addiction i have..

ASIAN DRAMAS…….

japanese and taiwanese ones at that..

and to think i HAVEN'T delved into the korean drama world yet.. at the present time…. my most recent explorations on that being the ones 5 years ago..

so….. i began watching around december….. and it was just that. watching..

but then…. it became more often.. i mean.. it is still controllable.. but.. i suppose i'm watching.. in an UNHEALTHY rate.

and so… with watching these dramas.. i found new favorite actors and singers..

and now.. it's a habit of mine to SEARCH youtube every night.. before i sleep [like what i'm doing right now..] of videos of these asian celebrities OUTSIDE of their dramas.. aka… guest shows and variety shows..

and so….. apparently.. yes. I'm a fan.

wow. in the past i could never bring myself to say that so casually.. because let's face it..

you know me. if you ask who my fave actor is.. i probably won't give you an answer..

now.. i can still confidently say i do not have a favorite FAVORITE actor.. but there are now ones i can call… my… "favorite" .. the ones i'm interest to at the moment..

so.. because i HAVE to LET IT OUT… I will name them here in this blog. [wow. this is the first time i've referred to my writing as a blog]

Fahrenheit [Fei Lun Hai]

they're Taiwanese.. consisting of Wu Chun, Calvin Chen, Jiro Wang, and Aaron Yan. I like Aaron Yan [Yan Ya Lun] and Jiro Wang [Wang Dong Cheng] ….yes they're… cute and they appeal to me.. but it's not the "OMG ILOVEU" kind of thing. it's just…. a simple admiration.

Danson Tang [Tang Yu Zhe]

Taiwanese. he is often confused to be a member of Fahrenheit….. but he's actually a solo artist. uhm…. i dunno what to say about him….. i don't go "ga ga" over him.. i just like him.. and i think he's either my number 1 or number 2 taiwanese celebrity… i'm not too sure who i like more: him and aaron yan..hahahaha

Arashi

Japanese. OFFICIALLY my favorite japanese boyband… because…. their songs are AWESOME. it's like.. when you hear it you go…. "wow.. it's a nice feeling" kind of thing. hahaha… so anyway.. a LOT of girls [and i mean A LOT] like MatsuJun of Arashi.. but.. meh.. he's OKAAAAY… hahaha.. i mean, he has appeal all right. like… sex appeal. haha… but.. he's okay.. hahaha As for the leader Ohno Satoshi.. he's a GREAT actor. AWESOME!

KAT-TUN

Japanese honestly, when i first saw their poster i was like "they're all ugly" but….. can't deny they have APPEAL.. and they tend to grow on you so now.. In Kat-Tun I like.. Kamenashi Kazuya and Akanishi Jin yep….. they're funny. hahahaha… but yeah.. they're still ugly though.. but i think they're hot. yes, hot. i DID say that….. uhm… yeah..

NEWS -Japanese. ok.. so maybe NOT the whole of news.. just their leader Yamashita Tomohisa… Yamapi.. for short. He's.. COOL. Again, like kame and jin.. when i first heard about him.. i said "I WILL NEVER LIKE HIM!" because my cousin is CRAAAAAAAAZY for him and it's annoying to hear her talk about him 24/7….. but.. after watching one of his shows…. WHOOOOOO. i like him too. hahahaha….. if kame and jin are HOT.. this one is SIZZLING. hahahaha

Ikuta Toma

Japanese. Sadly, this guy has NOT debuted as a singer yet…. stupid company of theirs.. [same company as the other japanese mentioned above] BUT….. he's a GREAT ACTOR. and… i think he's my favorite japanese actor…. because… i don't go "ga ga" over him like the others… ok so maybe i do….. but in a shallow level… instead.. i am ELATED when i watch him. it's a.. different type of fangirlism.. i suppose you could say.. haha.. so yeah.. toma-kun is awesome.

Eita -Japanese Unlike all the other Japanese guys i mentioned above.. this guy is from a different talent agency and not from Johnny's Entertainment.. uhm.. i' ve only seen ONE of his shows.. and i think he's cute like a child.. haha

Horikita Maki -Japanese

I LOVE HER! she is AWESOME. i've seen TWO of her shows and one movie… and.. yeah ^__^

so there you have it. comment as you please kudasai. WAHAHA

PS. This blog was originally posted on DeviantArt.

[starry--skies]

I don't know any of them, so I'll start off with five questions alskghslkghdsglkdhdlgkh

3, 4, 8, 13, and 17? :D!

asdkjhflgkjhdslkfjgh fair enough!!! gonna stick all this under a readmore cause i'm gonna include a rundown on who's who

so! the hopes :D they are my oc family for undertale and i've made a few variations on them for different universes. the one that's more fleshed out tbh is technically for underfell but honestly it's more my own au at this point. with credit to nic since it was an old rp but. anyway i'm gonna answer for that version just cause. yes <3

anyway so first things first about these guys, they're cat monsters, and they're all colorpoints. specifically different colors of colorpoints because it's my ocs and i get to make the rules <3 if you don't know what colorpoint is, it's the gene that the siamese are most known for - the dark muzzle, ears, paws, and tail. i learned when i was doing a paper on different coat patterns in high school that colorpointing is actually a form of albinism that's heat-based, which is why the body is that white-cream color! if it's colder, you'll see the whole cat turn more to the color their gene is, and if it's warmer, you'll see them turn more white. this is entirely unrelated to the hope family i just think that's a really neat fact about the gene sdkfhgbakjsdhfgklabhdsjkhgbajkdshfbf

i'm gonna put a picture in here that way you can see what i'm referring to with their coloring, since it's easier than just trying to explain what every color term refers to sdkfhbgajdshfbj

so in order, we have the parents - kayla and nick. kayla is a cinnamon point, and nick is a blue point. after them, we have the kids, oldest to youngest - kaylee, neal, kelly, keili, nolan, noah, kylee, and katherine. kaylee is a flame point, neal is is a seal point, kelly is a fawn point, keili is a blue point like nick, nolan is a cream point, noah is a lilac point, and kylee and katherine are chocolate points - kylee and katherine are twins... kinda sorta. it's complicated SDLKGBASDKJFHBAJSDHBF

anyway! just a couple more notes - kylee and katherine go by ky and kat, and because there's so many of them in this family, i'm just gonna answer for these two for now. so on to the questions! also you are more than welcome to ask me more questions about all of them at any point unprompted because i love them all (except the parents) and i will answer without hesitation <3

3. where would they go on vacation ?

kat would love to have a nice quiet vacation in the country honestly. she's very easy to please askdjfgkjhabdskfjhbg ky on the other hand would love the beach. she prefers more exciting places.

4. what is their most embarrassing memory ?

for ky it's probably like, wiping out while skating or something sdfjhbgkashdjfb for kat... hm. she gets embarrassed a lot more easily than her twin, but probably... i'm gonna pull a bit from future canon to what i'm writing and i thiiiink something i may have done as a prompt on a side blog but i think kat's most embarrassing memory would be when she was at a halloween party with a lot of friends and she got in a quiet fight with this one guy that escalated and ended up with her tripping into the punch bowl. defo ran from that embarrassed to all hell.

8. what keeps them up at night ?

oh for ky its absolutely how she'd treat kat when they were younger. she was close to being her number one bully. she feels like that's something she can never really make up for, but she absolutely tries her best to. for kat i think sometimes it's just worry about losing the ones she loves, which in my story is an extremely valid fear because it. kinda does happen. so she doesn't want it to happen again, at all. she'll have nightmares about the person who's the reason for it and all of the things he did and how things could've turned out, both good and bad. this is also true of ky but it's not as strong for her.

13. what’s something that holds them back ?

for kat it's 100% anxiety sdkfjbgjhasdfb baby is ANXIOUS. for ky it's that uh. for pretty much my entire story she's not actually corporeal KDSBHFJKAHDSBFKJGHABSDFJHBG

17. what’s a habit they wish they could drop ?

warnings apply to this answer - it involves self-harm and mentions of abuse. this is the last question, so you can back out of the post/scroll past if you don't want to read it.

ky wishes sometimes that she was nicer. it's hard to not immediately go for the snappish, mean response for her. on top of that, even after what's going to be in the story, she's much more critical of kat than anyone else, and she hates that about herself. for kat, she wishes she could stop feeling like she has to hurt herself sometimes. it's something that stuck with her so long as a kind of survival tactic because of their parents - violence and physical harm were punishments that were used liberally. kat kinda held on to that for a long time, even after my story ends. it's something she's able to control most of the time, but there's days where that urge is too strong to ignore.

[mocosa-media]

Wait yeah so Dark Bloom! Which is this one in case ya’ll forgot and you’re super welcome about that. I’ve got soft spoilers below so go read dark bloom first

Okay as I was saying. This one isn’t finished because I’m dumb and the last chapter is soft and happy and it’s apparently difficult for me to write happy stuff? 

Anyway. It’s really interesting that Dark Bloom is the 3rd part of the au I created but there are published one shots that take place after it. 

Here is the sort of spoiler because if I don’t say it I’m gonna forget it. It’s about what Kat “sees” in her little premonitions. --- Spoilers below

Alright so I was thinking, what if Kat saw her death? Like okay yeah duh it’s like “go figure” sort of moment because throughout the entire story of dark bloom, she continues to feel and “see” Dante’s death, continuously going to save him because Dante is like “Nah, I’m not gonna die. Don’t worry.”

But my point is, what if Kat saw her death years down the line. In the second chapter of forever and a day Kat dies but before that, she called Dante and was like “Get over her asap” -- Like, what if she didn’t stop getting those premonitions or bad feelings, they just stopped happening so often. 

So at the end of dark bloom, it ends with Dante being like “Don’t worry about the bad vibes, we got this.” and they do got this but only for a certain amount of time. They are able to change the original “bad dream/premonition” Kat gets (which she explains in detail to Dante in the unpublished chapter 4) which let’s her be happy living her happy life with Nero but duhh the bad stuff still happens anyway and she dies. 

My point BEING: What if Kat was seeing different versions of her death all along in dark bloom, as well as other premonitions? 

I just really wanna play with the idea of small easter eggs and references in Kat’s dialogue, thoughts, and maybe even experiences, so that we can later read a one shot that takes place after her death and be like “Wait, is this what she saw? Isn’t this what she sorta mentioned in a previous story?” 

Yeah, I wanna do that

[cuteniarose]

Tagged by @katkastrofa for the WIP game :)

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs

Okay, so.. I’m very much like Kat in that I don’t sort my stuff into folders (well.. I do with my art, but only after it’s been finished and posted because if I stick a WIP somewhere I can’t immediately see it I will forget about its existence. I have the object permanence of a newborn. Also, once something is labelled a WIP it is never getting done. Either I complete it in one sitting or I might as well delete it), and the thing is, I don’t name my WIPs either. For reference, my gdocs literally looks like this:

I really don’t write that much, the docs above are all either already posted or abandoned, and my notes app is full of stuff I cannot post on here so I have close to nothing to show off, but.. I suppose I can scavenge around for some scraps here and there

Feat. improvised descriptions, because as much as I would love to play russian roulette with a bunch of “untitled document” and “new note” options, no one’s gonna care for that (no one’s gonna care anyway, but you know…):

Haya fic

How to explain self harm to a five year old

Gentle and sweet hair cutting scene (that is three weeks overdue because my life fell apart and the last thing I wanted to do was write)

Cruel and painful hair cutting scene (that I completely forgot about but actually never finished, and it could stand to be rewritten, so it counts)

Angsty UtOS bit (that I’m never gonna finish because I wrote like 100 words then had a breakdown 🫠)

And I don’t have anyone to tag, so this bloodline (read as: tag game) ends with me :P

[lymphomalass]

You may remember me sharing in July 2022 how delighted I was that my painting of Castlerigg Stone Circle (near Keswick in the Lake District) had been featured in the Society of All Artists (SupportingAllArtists) quarterly magazine "Paint & Create" and how mine was first in the list of members' artworks!

I thanked Michelle Ewen and Christian Ewen of Write on Time Ltd and Kat Jane Massey of Www.instagram.com/visibilityqueenkat and Sue France of Sue France,Creative Connecting in Cheshire for their support of my work to increase my visibility as an artist.

Yesterday, that story continued for me…

I went to an art studio time of an art society I joined last autumn. We paint together for three hours most weeks – well, I paint in the lobby, as I’ve been told by my blood cancer consultant to still be very careful re Covid. But each week, at about half time, I don a mask and gloves and go round the main room to see what the other artists are creating and have a bit of a chat…. social like.

Anyway, when I got to a lovely society member who paints for pleasure rather than sales, I couldn’t resist asking: “Do you know who painted that picture you’re using as a reference…?” She hadn’t realised it was me.

I was ok about it. I know many artists wouldn’t have been. But it wasn’t being painted for profit and I think it’s important for artists to be as supportive of each other as we can be. And having your art used as an artist’s reference is a pretty sincere compliment.

In the same spirit, I was allowed to take a photo of my colleague's painting (still to be completed. I think it’s lovely.

To hear more about my art and life, and to maybe win a giveaway, please keep in touch by signing up at: https://lymphomalass253520856.wordpress.com/

To own my original painting (£75 unframed and including UK postage) please just private message me!

Thanks again!

Sam aka LymphomaLass xx

[gagmebucky]

His face dips into your shoulder and neck, lips skimming along the slope until he’s brushing your ear. “Just. . . just for added clarity, this isn’t a dream?” He’s genuinely asking, sotto voce and breathy in his wanting disbelief, but never breaking his menacing pace. “This isn’t one of my daily wet dreams about you, and I really have your soft little pussy underneath my fingers right now?”

in which you and steve share the bed. (includes agent!reader x avenger!steve rogers, masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, mild voyeur!bucky.)

do not repost.

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Though you haven’t thought about it—at least, not before now—you don’t have a nightly routine. Other than the basics, a shower and tying your hair back in a protective style, you’re underneath the covers and it’s lights out. You don’t require anything special nor do you partake in miscellaneous habits.

You like to think that, as a trained operative, you’re grown to be adaptable in the other aspects of your life. The missions, constant moving around and shifting settings, settling down easily is a good skill to have. But there is one thing, which is your occasional insomnia, typically punctuated with a sudden upheaval of arousal. 

It’s just your luck that the hotblooded urge attacks you in the current situation—in the arms of a coworker, several feet shy of another coworker. (A part of you giggles that it’s because you’re in his arms that it’s hitting you and not that it was simply inevitable.)

The job is your run-of-the-mill observe and report but the target you’re gunning for is in the bigger leagues therefore you’re accompanied by two super soldiers who have experience with this particular enemy. But the location has a huge event in the area, and the mission was somewhat out of the blue so all the hotels were booked up. Except for this one, and it only has one room available with two queen beds. 

Agent Barnes, ever the charmer, passed out on the first before you and Agent Rogers even finished checking the place out. And Steve, ever the gentleman, insisted you take the bed and he was fine with the couch. But, you, you and your I’m-totally-cool-and-I-don’t-have-a-crush-on-you facade waved him off, assuring you’re both adults and capable of sleeping in the same bed.

The problem, you now realize, is that while you are an adult and you should be able to sleep soundly next to a coworker-slash-friend, you aren’t. Your libido, it seems, wants to spite you because the second you think you’re tired and ready to succumb to unconsciousness next to the six-foot blond, she awakens. 

Preferring to wash up last, you walked out the bathroom to find that he squished himself on one side. Which you had fondly rolled your eyes at, slipping beneath the duvet then gently tugging his broad mass over. In his sleepy state, he followed your direction seamlessly, and somehow, you two ended up tangled together. 

In the first hour, your mind drifted to very inappropriate places, depraved recollections of those videos you like to watch with one hand down your pants then more personal—but nonetheless perverted—scenarios, authored by you and starring the man beside you. 

The second hour, you registered your amoral thoughts and vehemently worked on denying any further musings as well as the intense throbbing in your nether regions. You hoped to dissuade your feelings with other topics like how you’ll handle the mission tomorrow, and the economical and sociopolitical impact of human Shrek—really, anything not the way he’s nuzzled into you, or the places that could lead.

Right now, well into the third sleepless hour, you’re recognizing how fucked you are (God, you wish you were getting fucked for real). Because you’re so horny it hurts, and there’s no possible way you can sleep until it’s been quelled, and though you’d love to sneak into the bathroom to do the deed—it’ll take you five, ten minutes top—you can’t when Steve is dead asleep and holding you so tight: which, simultaneously, is stroking the fire. Pun intended.

His body coils around yours like a second skin, defined muscular cushion felt through your and his loose shirt, his a tank while yours a tee. He’s a radiator amid an air conditioned room and sheets that aren’t the best insulators. A strong forearm is braced across your partially turned hips, long legs stretched and intertwined with yours.

Quiet breaths inhale and exhale your nape, the tip of his nose nestled against the first ridge of your spine. There’s the intermittent adjustment,  where he snuggles closer, brushing his impossibly soft lips over that spot, mumbling something like, “Don’t. . . don’t go. N - nng, stay,” when you try to slither out of bed, cementing his subconscious grip on you.   

All things considered, you don’t mind it truthfully. In fact, he’s incredibly comfortable, and that those little twitches in his slumber are incredibly cute. You just wish your center would let it be wholesome, and not twist it into something salacious. 

You ponder your options: continue to lie awake until morning, or—or, masturbate there. The position is good, really good for it, now that you think about it. 

You’re halfway on your stomach, one knee hiked high, spread, while the other stretches downward; the corresponding arm is free, though the other is tucked beneath a pillow. 

It wouldn’t take but one movement to sink your hand between that prime spot and satisfy yourself. And, yes, Bucky is snoring with his face aimed toward you, meaning if his eyes flutter open, he might make out what you’re doing in the darkness. 

But, at this point, your need has outweighed your potential embarrassment. 

Your teeth run over your lower lip then you move carefully. With your free wrist, you sink below and flush between your hips, placing the joint of your straightened elbow against his arm. And that contact while you’re doing it should put you on, seriously underline the indecency of your act. 

It doesn’t though. If you’re being honest, there’s a visceral thrill in doing something like this: beneath the nose of two powerful and handsome men, the more vanilla of the duo whose arms you’re in. Your mind echoes something about professionalism but it’s drowned out by a flood of sensations via your fingertips. 

“O - oh,” you whisper inaudibly. The position is good, better than you expected—it’s fucking ace,  you realize, shifting your weight into your fingers, rubbing two of them against your bare clit. You bury your face into the pillow, hoping to muffle your reaction to the relief beginning to course through your veins. 

You’ve always preferred to lay on your back, and to use a silicone helper. (On cases by yourself, or cases where superiors aren’t paired with you, you bring one—a vibe, a pretty color that packs enough of a punch.) But this, right here, oh, it really works. 

Your muscles strain, and your toes curl in their respective positions. That wild throbbing has spiraled into a full-bodied fever, and it’s reaching a fever pitch. You press yourself harder into the pillow, biting down so nothing can escape because here it c— 

“Nng-nng,” Steve’s groan rumbles behind you, a louder uttering than the times before, and your body turns to ice. Rustling, you can feel his long lashes fluttering against the back of your neck, eyebrows furrowing. “Hey.” The grip anchored across your waist tightens, and he breathes in: and your stomach clenches because he has to know, even when he continues groggily, “What are you - what’re you doing?”

“I—” You don’t know what you were going to say but it falls short when he moves. 

His arm lifts so he can follow yours, hands ghosting along until he reaches that spot. He sinks in with you where you’re hot and dripping, and a small choking sound escapes you at the feeling of his rough pads.

It’s then you manage a rasped, “C - can’t sleep.”

“Oh,” he says then his smile tickles your nape, swiping two passes over your slick button, and your moan widens his smile. “Then need some help?”

 Your brain may have short-circuited but you nod, jerky as it may be. “Y - yes,” you speak with a sharp gasp. “That - that would be n - nice.”

Turns out, Captain America is not as vanilla as you previously thought because he doesn’t hesitate to dig right in. His index and ring finger part your sex for his middle to hone in on your clit. Then he’s abusing it in rapid circles that besiege your nerves with stimulation. 

You aren’t expecting him to be so skilled, passionate off the brake of sleep. A high moan tears from your lips, followed by a series of squeaks and whimpers in a lame attempt to quiet yourself. Your body jolts, and your hips careen into his onslaught, encouraging that pressure in your belly. 

His face dips into your shoulder and neck, lips skimming along the slope until he’s brushing your ear. “Just. . . just for added clarity, this isn’t a dream?” He’s genuinely asking, sotto voce and breathy in his wanting disbelief, but never breaking his pace. “This isn’t one of my daily wet dreams about you, and I really have your soft little pussy underneath my fingers right now?” 

“Not - not a dream, Steve!” you gasp, outright writhing into his palm. The fingers you had on yourself are now clawing at the sheets while your frame shakes. “Definitely not a dream.” 

“And those pretty sounds are because of me?” he wonders, a raggedness to his voice that’s mimicked in his merciless fingers. “These f - fucking whimpers and moans you’re makin’. . . trying to muffle so Bucky won’t hear are for me?” 

“God, yes,” you choke, squeezing your eyes shut because his best friend is snoring softly, and you don’t know how but you just know that he’ll know if he awakens now. You rationalize that the embarrassment will be less so long as you don’t see whether his gaze flickers open—which there is a high probability of happening since you’re doing a shit job at being discreet.  

“Okay, good,” he exhales before his teeth latch onto the vulnerable part of your neck, tongue lulling out to soothe the sting, and your entirety is  bucking into him, calling out for the remedy only he has. “Oh, shit - shit. You’re soft—sweet Jesus—you’re soft. I didn’t think someone could be this soft—fuck.”

You swear to God he’s doing his hardest to have you wake up his counterpart because his words are gasoline to a glowing blue fire. His name is a desperate cry on the tip of your tongue, and you’re trying to hold back but between his husky baritone in your ear and swirling caress, it’s becoming impossible. 

“And God, you’re really . . . you’re drenching my fingers and the sheets. How long - how long were you touching yourself in my arms before I woke up? ‘Cause fucking hell, honey.” There’s this almost feral guttural groan he makes on the petname, and it rattles between your thighs.  

“S - Steve—“ you warble, half-whimpered; you’re crossed in warning him about your lack of control and moaning his praise.

“I knew I smelled something sweet, and it’s you. You. You’re sweet, so sweet—“ 

And that’s it. The volcano explodes, and you come crumbling into his hand. In more ways than one because thankfully, he knows you’re going to scream his name and the arm propped beneath the pillow slides under and around to clamp over your vibrating mouth. 

It’s pure euphoria pumping through your blood, lasting far longer than you could have ever caused on your own, possessing you in sporadic tremors until you slump in his arms. Panting, your muscles relax, and he reaffirms his grip on you more comfortably. 

When the stars dissipate and you think you’ve regained your sense, you force yourself to face him because the mortification wants to rear its head, never mind your now sleepy state. Despite the darkness, you can discern some of his handsome features, and it comforts you. 

“T - thanks,” you murmur; you aren’t sure what to say. 

“No, no,” he murmurs back, and his crystal blue eyes are raking over your face. “Thank you. The pleasure was mine. Next time, don’t hesitate to ask ‘cause I - I’ve been thinkin’ about that—thinking about you for awhile now.”

The admission graces a smile on your lips, and you wiggle closer, leaning forward to seal the deal while he does the same. Before you can, however, a voice breaks through the moment: 

“Well, I hope you’re both happy because I’m awake and I’m hard now.”

[straykats]

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