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angstea · 3 months ago

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speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing

Fandom: Doctor Who

Ship: TimeRogue, past Art/Rogue

Series: Auctober 2024

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Summary: The Doctor found Rogue! But things still manage to go awry

AN: Title is from Skye Boat Song

The Doctor and Rogue are both autistic, the Doctor uses they/them. This fic contains mild spoilers for the Rogue novelisation

Written for Auctober Day 4: Music

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"Rogue?"

Rogue hummed in acknowledgment of the Doctor saying his name.

"Are you okay? You're not looking great, honey."

Rogue glanced over to them, his eyes tracing over their concerned face. His heart thudded loudly in his ears.

"Yeah. Just...tired, I guess."

His eyes focused on the blue structure they were heading towards. Not far now. He couldn't wait to be out from under the blazing suns he'd been exposed to for the last however long he'd been there. The heat was oppressive, crawling under his skin and wrapping around his bones until his entire body felt like it was on fire. How the Doctor could be so unaffected was beyond him.

As soon as he was within a few feet of the TARDIS, he ran the rest of the distance despite his shaking legs. He stumbled on the way and lost his balance but he only ended up slumping against the side of the TARDIS. The wood thrummed with warm electricity under his hands and he almost recoiled from the heat.

"Oh, I've never been so happy to see a shed in my life."

"Oi! Less of the shed, she's the most advanced ship in the universe, thank you very much!" the Doctor grinned at him as they slipped the key in the lock. Rogue happily followed him inside, ready to bask in the cool air inside the ship.

The interior of the ship was a lower temperature than out under the suns but it certainly wasn't cold. Nausea rolled through his stomach but he did his best to ignore it as he followed the Doctor down to the console.

The Doctor was already flipping switches and pressing buttons. The jukebox roared to life seemingly of its own accord and Rogue flinched at the noise. His head was spinning.

"Rogue?"

He couldn't answer them, could barely think. The heat under his skin was overwhelming, he felt weak. His knees buckled.

"Rogue!"

The Doctor dived forward and caught him, gently lowering him to the ground. Shit.

"Oh, why didn't I think about this, I should've seen this coming!" They could barely hide the panic in their voice (it's not like they needed to. Rogue seemed practically unconscious).

The Doctor mumbled frantically to themself, trying to remember what to do. They took a stabilising breath and got to pulling Rogue's waistcoat off. Any unnecessary layers were tossed to the side because Rogue had been stuck in a desert for days on end and the Doctor hadn't even stopped to consider the possibility of him suffering from heat exhaustion because they were a fucking idiot.

They left Rogue in his shirt and pants, trying to leave him with some semblance of dignity while still trying to cool him down. The jukebox finally seemed to get the message and click off and the temperature took a sharp drop, much to their relief.

"Thank you, dear." They murmured into the air as they bundled Rogue into their arms. They hooked their arms around his torso and under his knees. They lifted him up and held him close to their chest, the movement eliciting a half-awake whimper from Rogue. He was trembling in the Doctor's arms.

They made their way across the walkways of the TARDIS and through a door, shouldering their way into the first room he found. Rogue's room...

They'd imagined Rogue seeing this room for the first time a lot differently. They had imagined him finding the various dice sitting on the nightstand, the wardrobe filled with clothes that seemed to fit his exact tastes (becuase the TARDIS always knew), the large comfy bed and the hammock hanging in the corner.

They had pictured the delight on Rogue's face. The image of Rogue curled up in the hammock, peacefully asleep. They had thought about the pair of them tumbling into the bed, kisses landing all over eachother's faces and hands pulling at shirt buttons and belts.

Instead, they were laying a barely conscious Rogue onto the bed and searching for first aid equipment and ice packs. The TARDIS seemed to have prepared for this, leaving the items out on the nightstand for them.

They didn't say anything, merely sending a thankful look up to the ceiling as they got to work.

Ice packs wrapped in towels were tucked under Rogue's arms and under his neck, trying to cool him down. A bottle of ice cold water waited for when Rogue was awake enough to drink it. The temperature of the room was equally cool, the Doctor had to suppress a shiver. Their cold blooded body wasn't built for this climate. They'd be fine. Their priority was Rogue.

They grabbed a cloth, soaked in cold water, gently placing it across Rogue's forehead and wiping the sweat from his pale skin. Rogue whimpered and his head tipped to the side slightly, a half-hearted flinch.

"You're okay, honey." The Doctor whispered. Rogue didn't react, unsurprisingly. He gave no indication he even knew the Doctor was here.

"Doctor..."

Rogue's call came when the Doctor had briefly left his side to wrap themself in a jacket. The cold was getting to them.

They returned to him, gently grasping his hand.

"I'm here, I'm here." they soothed, but the stressed expression on Rogue's face didn't abate.

"Doctor." he repeated, voice rough and scared. "Doctor!"

Their hearts broke a little knowing they wouldn't be able to calm him down if he couldn't even register the Doctor's presence.

Rogue sobbed softly, a few tears rolling down his face. The Doctor wiped away the tears but Rogue didn't even react. They stroked his hair and kept murmuring reassurances that he couldn't comprehend. Rogue continued to repeat the Doctor's name between cries, calling out for them while they sat by his side.

They desperately wanted to comfort him. Tell him they're here, that he's safe. But all they could do was hold his hand and be there.

He kept murmuring "Doctor", slurred pleas filling the silence. The fear in his voice was devastating. It felt like hours that he lay there in fear, though the Doctor knew it was only minutes.

Then a new name entered the mix.

"Art..."

The Doctor could only listen as Rogue strung together vague sentences consisting of "Art", "please", "I can't..." and "alone".

And then a day came along and at the end of that day...I lost them

Oh...

The Doctor thought briefly about the roles being reversed. Who would they call out for? They thought of Jamie, Rose, Sarah-Jane, Clara, Amy, Yaz, Koschei, so many they lost, so so many names. Too many.

They shook it from their brain, returning to their aimless comforting of Rogue as he deliriously begged over and over for someone long gone. They might ask about Art when Rogue was better. Probably not.

Rogue eventually stopped talking altogether, just devolving into crying quietly. The Doctor, still trying to get through to Rogue, tried something else to soothe him.

They sang.

"Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing."

An old reliable tune, one that they had cherished and sung and played and hummed for centuries. Memories of the words filling a battlefield while their hearts raced in their chest flashed through their mind, vague recollections of hands that weren't theirs playing the tune on a recorder, waiting and waiting.

"Onward, the sailors cry."

Rogue stirred slightly, eyelids flickering open. His gaze zeroed in on the Doctor for a brief moment before unfocusing again. He was still crying, hiccuping and sniffing, but the sound was less distressing, less scared.

"Carry the lad that's born to be king."

The hand that had previously sat limp in the Doctor's hand twitched and gripped weakly. Only for a second. But still. It was something.

"Over the sea to Skye."

Many, many songs later, Rogue was awake. He was weak and a little confused but he was drinking water and speaking coherently which was all good in the Doctor's book.

They were sitting against the headboard of the bed, Rogue leaning on their chest as they ran their fingers through his hair

"Doc..." he mumbled, hand winding loosely into the Doctor's shirt.

"Yeah?"

"Were you...singing earlier?"

The Doctor chuckled. "Yeah, I was. Why? Did you like it."

They grinned as Rogue blushed pink and nodded.

"Yeah. It was nice. Could- could you maybe...sing some more?" He seemed embarrassed to ask but the Doctor's expression just went soft.

"Of course, baby."

"Can you sing the first one you did? Something about a boat?"

The Skye Boat Song. Of course.

The Doctor nodded and Rogue settled against the Doctor with a content mumble.

Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing

Onward, the sailors cry

Carry the lad that's born to be king

Over the sea to Skye

#fanfic #doctor who #fan fiction #doctor who fanfic #the doctor #fifteenth doctor #doctor who rogue #timerogue #the doctor x rogue #fifteenth doctor x rogue #autistic rogue #autistic doctor #auctober #auctober2024

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tuerescringe · 1 year ago

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Redacted characters who For Sure listen to Rob Zombie:

(inspired by the fact that i went to his concert yesterday :3)

- DARLIN

They’re a hardcore stan, absolutely adore everything about his music and his movies. CD collection. They have So Much Merch. They tried to get Sam into RZ but unfortunately it was too much for the man. They’ve gone to multiple concerts and are currently extremely excited about House of 1000 Corpses returning to theaters. Fav song is ‘Feel So Numb’

- Asher

Darlin got him into RZ. He knew about him before because of Dragula (had it in his playlist) but he never delved deeper. Once Darlin got him hooked, RZ completely invaded his playlists and his wardrobe. Fav song is ‘Werewolf, Baby!’ (lol)

- Amanda

I don’t know how to explain this but shes an RZ girlie. I know it in my heart. Less extreme than Darlin but still a Very Big Fan. Theres a small little pile of shirts and CDs in her closet. Tried getting Christian into RZ but he didn’t like it. Fav song is ‘Dead Girl Superstar’

- Aaron

Another casual listener. Owns a couple CDs but doesn’t listen to him As Much anymore. He’ll still mumble out some of the lyrics when a song comes on. Went to a few concerts and has a few old worn out shirts. Fav song is ‘Iron Head’

- ELLIOT

He used to listen to RZ with Aaron when they were younger, still absolutely ADORES his music.

Continues to go to concerts when he can, lots of merch and CDs. Tried getting Sunshine into RZ but its not their usual style. Fav song is ‘Return Of The Phantom Stranger’

- Damien

Screaming out to RZ is absolutely cathartic, he listens to him whenever he works out. Mostly a casual listener, has a shirt or two. Fav song is ‘Scum Of The Earth’

- FREELANCER

New fan but when they heard RZ for the first time they were instantly HOOKED. Found out about him through Damien and they immediately listened to all of his discography and bought concert tickets. Fav song is ‘Spookshow Baby’

- Gavin

He’s into RZ because Freelancer is into RZ, simple as that. That doesn’t mean hes faking it though, he actually really digs his music. He went to the concert with FL when they bought tickets. Fav song is ‘Behold, The Pretty Filthy Creatures!’

- Guy & Honey

Putting them together because they are at the exact same level of RZ stan. Honey was into him way before Guy, slowly introduced him to some of their fav songs to test the waters. Guy LOVED it. They both have a shit ton of merch that they swap constantly and they go to concerts together. Honey’s fav song is ‘Demonoid Phenomenon’ and Guy’s is ‘Well, Everybody’s Fucking In A U.F.O.’

- Lovely

Very much a baby fan. They found out about RZ through Darlin and they wanted to check him out. Hes not their usual taste in music but they really do dig his whole style. Fav song is ‘Living Dead Girl’

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted verse #redacted audio #redacted headcanons #redacted darlin #redacted asher #redacted amanda #redacted aaron #redacted elliott #redacted damien #redacted freelancer #redacted gavin #redacted guy #redacted honey #redacted lovely #cringe.txt

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minniecostello · 1 year ago

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Remembering when you were taken home by a handsome butch at a party

Requested by @hornytransgirljenni

You're not sure how you got here, but you can't complain.

That's not true. You know exactly how you got here, and you know that even if you knew how you'd end up, you wouldn't change a single thing about it.

Your collar is so pretty, your bed is so cozy, your master is so good to you.

You can feel yourself getting hard just thinking about when you first met her, all those months ago…

You were at a house party, you weren't sure even then whose house it was. But the music was inoffensive, the drinks were tolerable, and it was exciting to be out and about in your new city. A friend told you about the party, but you still hadn't seen them, so instead you mill about, chatting with strangers. It's surprising, normally you're dreadfully shy, but maybe it's the drinks, maybe it's the warm summer evening, maybe it's just the euphoria of being somewhere new, where nobody knows who you were.

Eventually, you found yourself alone, standing by the bathroom door. You didn't need to use it you just wanted an excuse to leave a conversation with a guy giving you weird vibes. So you excused yourself, went upstairs and waited for your turn. By the time you're next in line, you noticed someone standing next to you, probably also waiting. You turned to say hi, and found yourself staring up at the most handsome woman you've ever seen in your life.

She's at least a head taller than you, wearing a ragged but colorful necktie over a button down shirt, the sleeves rolled just below her elbows. Her dark hair was cut short; you were getting tired of the ubiquitous undercut, but she wore it like it was designed with her in mind. And her smile was so broad, you couldn't help but smile back.

“Hi,” she said, holding out her hand. “I'm Ash.”

“Jen…Jenni” you stammered, taking her hand to shake.

“You new in town? I haven't seen you around, but you look like you belong in this crowd.”

“Yeah, just moved in last month. A friend told me about this party, Molly, but I haven't seen them.”

“Molly…” she tapped her chin. “Redhead? Bit taller than you, wears those silly hats?”

“That's them,” you confirmed.

“I saw them earlier but they ran off, said they weren't feeling great. Does that mean you're here all by yourself?” You nod. “Well that's no good. C'mon, lemme fix you a drink.”

“What about the bathroom?”

“Neither of us have to go.” You raise an eyebrow, and she continues “I saw you escape a conversation you didn't wanna be in, and I wanted to make a new friend. So let me make you a drink with whatever swill they put out.”

You followed her to the kitchen, swept up in the excitement of New friend! Is hot! She poked around at the bottles, grumbling until finding two that seem satisfactory, then to the fridge, then back to the bottles, then eventually she handed you a drink. It was alarming blue, but you took a sip anyway. It was the best thing you've ever tasted. Your eyes grew wide and she laughed, “I swear there's no way I could make that exact drink again ever in my life.” Despite this devastating news, you had to stop yourself from chugging it down all at once.

She guided you back out of the kitchen to a spot outside by the fence. You chatted with her for quite a bit, telling her about why you moved to town, learning about all the gossip. You got lost in the sound of her voice, and you barely noticed her moving ever closer. You felt the drink catching up to you, and by the time she started talking about the local kink club, you were quite a bit tipsy, and you couldn't stop yourself from stammering out a request for her to take you there to see it.

That smile again. You were ready to follow her anywhere the first time you saw it, but by then you almost lost yourself in it. You didn't mind how close she got, and you felt your knees shake when she put her arm by your head against the fence, leaned down to your ear and whisper, “why don't I take you to see my place first?” Eyes wide, you nodded frantically. She laughed and took your hand, you barely noticed getting into a taxi and following her into her small townhouse.

But you definitely notice the way she grabs you and pushes you up against the door after locking it.

Fuck, you didn't expect it but you definitely wanted it.

“I've been thinking about this since I saw you, and I know you were too.” You nodded softly and she leaned down and kissed you hard, pushing your head firmly against the door. Her breath was hot and spicy and boozy and her hands pressing you to the door were the only things keeping you upright. Your knees buckled as her tongue pressed past your lips, and you lost yourself in her exploration of you.

When she finally came up for air, you were in a daze. You can see the deep red of your lipstick all around her mouth and it was the hottest thing you've ever seen. “fuck,” you whispered, and she cocked an eyebrow, “yeah, you want that, little girl?”

You nodded, and she grabbed you by the ass and picked you up like you were a bag of groceries. You wrapped your legs around her and you kept kissing until she tossed you onto the couch, your dress all askew. She leaned down to kiss you again, one hand by your head on the back of the couch, the other fumbling with her belt. You moved to help and when you finally undid the waistband you felt her smile against you, and she whispered “good girl” ever so softly into your mouth.

Her pants slid down, revealing tight black boxer briefs. She glanced down to your waist. “I'll show you mine if you show me yours,” she said with a smile and you scrambled to throw your panties away, your cock already so hard. “So eager, I love to see it. I hope you can keep up the enthusiasm, little girl, cuz first you've got a job to do.” She pulled down her shorts to reveal her dark curls, and you could smell how excited she was. “Come and give daddy a kiss.”

She put her hand on the back of your head, put one leg up on the couch and pulled you between her thighs.

She tasted sweet and musky and sour. She tasted like heaven. Her fingers laced through your hair and she pulled it tight when your tongue moved against her clit, both of you moaning as you gleefully undertook your service.

You lost track of time, but you didn't care. She kept muttering praise and instructions, pulling your hair to move you around to satisfy her more. By the time your mouth and tongue were starting to become too stiff, she pulled you tight one last time and a flood of musk filled your mouth and she groaned loudly.

“That's a good tongue you've got there,” she panted, looking down at you with heavy lidded eyes, “I think I'll keep you.” Your cock twitched at this, you were so enthralled with the handsome older woman who had happily taken you to her bed. She loosened her tie and unbuttoned her shirt from the bottom up, and your eyes followed her hands as the fabric parted, revealing the line of fuzz trailing up her belly. She had very nice hands; long fingers, well defined knuckles. You could see she was strong, and you ached to feel her hold you.

“Take off your dress, little girl. Let daddy get a good look at you,” she said once she shrugged off her shirt, leaving her naked save for her colorful necktie; the wide knot rested between her small breasts, drawing your eye. It was too precise to not be practiced, but it was all the more appreciated for the effort put into it.

You pulled off your dress, lifting just a bit to get the hem past your butt, and toss it to the side, hoping it landed near your panties. Ash made a satisfied sound before motioning for you to take off your bra. You comply, throwing it in the same direction as your other clothes. She lets out a low whistle of appreciation, a huge grin splitting her face. “Damn girl, you grew those yourself?” You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you looked down, unable to maintain eye contact with her. You can only see her legs move closer until she straddles you on the couch, and she pulls your hair back so you look up at her face as she slowly lowered herself. For a split second, you thought she was about to sit on your dick, but no luck; she sat just in front, and pressed you between your bellies. She could tell what you were thinking. “No, baby, you don't get to fuck me like that so soon.” She ran the thumb not holding your hair across your lip and asked “but you trust that I'll take care of you, don't you?” At your nod, she slid her thumb past your lips, letting you suck on it. She held your gaze for a long time as she moved her finger in and out of your mouth. Eventually, her other hand moved between you; she gripped your shaft and started to stroke.

“This is nice” she says, and you agree, ‘mm-hmm’. “Such a nice, pretty girlcock you have.” Your daddy clearly knew how to handle it; just the right amount of pressure and twist and pull, the occasional thumb against the head. When you felt a climax coming, she could tell; at the slightest throb, her hand stopped, thumb pressing tight against the base. The pressure in your womanhood built slowly, steadily, inexorably. The whole while, she kept praising you, calling you her good girl, celebrating your tits, saying how much she loved to watch you drool over her, promising a place in her bed, a life of pleasure.

Eventually, she stopped stroking you, but the pressure on your member stays firm. Her thumb pulled out from your mouth and she got up and pulled you with her by the cock to a full-length mirror by an inside door. She walked around, wrapping her arm around you and stood you between her and the mirror. Your makeup is ruined; lipstick irreparably smudged, mascara starting to run, blush almost entirely wiped away by drool. She wrapped her free hand around your throat and starts to stroke. “Look at how beautiful you are, Jenni. You're going to make such a good pet.” Her strokes picked up speed, her grip around your neck tightened. Your vision gradually tunnels, the only thing you can see being your faces: her sharp, handsomeness warped by an evil grin, your hormone-rounded features turning pink as you are denied fresh air.

Your vision narrows and narrows until your eyes roll back in your head as the pleasure grows. She holds you up as she strokes, and you hear her gasp as the pressure between your legs reached a zenith and you explode, cum splattering on the glass.

Her grip around your throat slackened and she guides your down to your knees. “Be a good girl for me and clean that up, won't you? Daddy has something to get, I'll be right back.” You nodded and crawled forward, mouth open, and you began to lick your warm, sticky cum off the cold glass. You lost yourself in the task, the musky saltiness of your pleasure tasting so different from hers.

When she came back, you had almost finished. “Oh, goodness, you are so thorough. I'm going to give you a reward.” You looked up, and she held something behind her back. “Stand on your knees for me, close your eyes.” You comply, and you feel her hands move around your neck. Something cool tightened around you, and then you heard a click.

“Look in the mirror, baby girl. See what daddy gave you.”

You turned around to see a deep red leather collar, tight around your neck. You felt around it and noticed the lock. It looked like you found your new place in life.

You couldn't bring yourself to be all that upset.

#my writing #transbian #trans nsft #smut #nsft

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little-mouse-gardens · 6 months ago

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Rottmnt oc headcannons

Part four : Angie

Alright, I officially finished Angie’s head-cannons. Akdjdak sorry it took me so long, I’ve been really busy for the past few months and got kind of distracted. Plus I was trying to add a few more headcannons for her and I couldn’t settle on how many I wanted to add.

Anyways here they are ^W^ also gonna be linking each of my four rise oc’s headcannons in my introduction post as well

- she learned to cook mostly on her own. Kind of observing from afar by watching her mother and sisters work when she was younger at first and then doing it herself as she got older. Slowly learning more and more along the way.

- let’s Mikey paint her nails to match her outfit, mood or just for the randomness of it after she taught him how to paint nails or let’s him paint a few random little shapes on her using her graphic liners for the exact same reasons. He may or may not love adding flowers across her cheeks and nose like freckles.

- her sisters and Mikey’s brothers swear the pair share a brain cell

- they like to give each other piggyback rides. Bought one of those oversized hoodies so they could both wear it at the same time for cuddles on the go

- Angie likes to collect squish-mallows or just plushies in general. Like A LOT of them. Has one of those little hammocks hanging above one side of her room where she keeps them. She will lend them out to Mikey, her sisters, April, the other turtles if they want one. Her favorite is a strawberry frog squish-mallow that she found at a thrift store and likes to hold it to calm down from being overstimulated.

- hates. Hates. Absolutely hates Being sick because she hates being stuck in bed and she’s hates the sensory issues that come with it. Mainly the fact she can barely smell or taste anything when she’s sick.

- always willing to try new foods, baked goods, drinks ect. Her and Mikey like to cook or bake together

- loves cozy games, her favorite would have to be animal crossing or Minecraft, she made an entire candy land themed carnival in Minecraft

- owns a lot of pastel clothing, also a lot of different aesthetics inhabit her closer but a common theme with a lot of her clothes is prints, embroidery or cute patterns.

- is currently learning knitting, and trying to teach raph and sunny how to knit

- a lot of dates she and Mikey go on once they start dating involve going to small bakeries or random places to paint. Picnic dates on the rooftops or at the park are a must with them

- if Mikey is hiding in his shell, Angie will literally just sit down beside him and watch random videos or listen to music together until he comes out. However if he wants to be carried around, she will do that as well

- adores stickers, buying them and making them, collecting them and giving them to her friends and family as a kind gesture. She and Mikey literally somehow give each other a new sticker like three to four times a week

- her favorite bag is a pink Shiba Inu boba bag, puts a punch of pins and charms in the spaces where pins and charms can be put

- Has an entire little office in her room just dedicated to her working on art. Organized drawers of markers, colored pencils, paints ect. A shelf of sketchbooks and canvases, a drawing tablet always charged and ready for hours of drawing

- is absolutely terrified of hippos. (loves the pigmy hippo) she has a phobia of hippos after one nearly bit her arm at a zoo when she tried to feed it watermelon when she was little

- A bad habit of hers is pushing down/setting aside her own feeling of sadness or anger to comfort and tend to others. So much so that sometimes, when she gets to a quiet spot where no one can bother her, after a rough situation she will just sit there and cry and this is something that honestly takes her awhile to officially work on,

- enjoys sitting up on the roof or any spot with a good view of the sunrise or sunset. Something about seeing all the colors fade in together brings her a sense of joy

- has a big fear of anything sharp or anything that could burn her eyes getting near her face after the whole incident with the kraang, where she was nearly splattered in the face by the slightly acidic blood. The only reason she was saved is because she managed to duck down just in the nick of time

- has three pet rats named princess peach, princess Daisy and princess Rosalina

- Her favorite pizza is just plain cheese pizza with some spices and peppers added on

- absolutely loves boba, her fav flavors are usually sweet like cotton candy, chocolate, vanilla, birthday cake ect.

- when the girls go to their grandparents farm, she immediately goes running to her favorite spot to go explore-which is an abandoned cabin she fashioned into a cottage

- Absolutely loves doing her hair, she has a notebook of all the styles she wants to give her curls. She’s got organized drawers for all her cute hair ties, scrunchies and hair clips. Her hair care routine is a something that actually brings her a lot of comfort when she’s stressed

- she loves shopping and visiting farmers markets and art fairs. She has to stop and look at every booth she can and when she’s at the farmers market? Except her to come home with at least one new plant or some homemade goods

- was diagnosed with autism and adhd when she was about fix or six

- After the kraang incident, she has a hard time with people moving their hands near the right side of her face without warning for a long while (a kraang blood almost got in her eyes and damn near blinded her) the only person she trusts to do that is honestly Mikey, because he quite literally was the one to shield her from getting directly hit head on when she lost the shield she’d been holding

- She and mikey confessed to eachother when he invited her over to the lair for a movie marathon and they had their first kiss on their first date, which was a rooftop picnic

- She doesn’t have too many nightmares after the kraang incident….just a specific two nightmares that come every once in awhile that are very very vivid that honestly freak her out. After she has them she usually either stays up for a little while and hangs out with her sisters in the living room for comfort or she goes out on a walk. If Mikey’s awake she’ll just pop over to the lair and talk with him for a while. Especially if they’ve both been having a rough night dealing with nightmares.

- she painted a mural in each of her sisters rooms. A sunny field for her sister sunny, the beach for her sister Skye and a fairy garden for her sister Marcy

- absolutely hates getting sick, like she tries to avoid getting sick when she can. However she doesn’t mind helping others out when they are sick…she just seems a little more cautious than usual

- Has a irrational fear of fire ants due to an incident she had when she was a child

- When the turtles had to defeat the shredder, Angie got a small scar from the incident on her left side when she pushed mikey out of the way of getting hit, which she covers up with some tattoos later on

- Has always wanted to cosplay princess peach. She’s got a whole vision board and everything

- Current champion of Mario party among her sisters (shes just oddly good at Mario party for some reason)

- She likes to bring her friends and family little gifts that remind her of them. Like for example she made April a set of flower charms for her bag or she brought Mikey a new apron after his old one got ruined while he was cooking

- She does talk in her sleep and girl says the most out of context random sentences when that happens

- her biggest goal is to one day open and run her own bakery

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt oc #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles oc #rise oc #oc : Angie #tmnt oc #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt mikey x oc #oc x canon #tmnt #mouse rambles #mousespeaks #writing #reblog

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eyeslikewatercoolers · 1 year ago

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Bitter-Jasyasco

Happy OOT Thursday! Here's a fun short fic. I'm bringing back an old AU of mine for ✨one🕺night🕺only✨ This is from my s14 vampire AU, basically the synopsis is Jasmine is a (somewhat new) vampire, and Bosco and Daya are her human girlfriends (that also provide her blood for feeding)

Featuring Crygi mentions, licking game cartridges, and obvious Pokémon references.

"Are you ready for me?" Jasmine peeked around the door to the bigger bedroom, seeing Bosco sitting up on the bed watching an old thriller movie on the television.

"Yeah, come on in." Bosco waved her in and sat closer to the head of the bed, making room for Jasmine to sit next to her.

The blonde sat on the bed as Bosco paused the movie. Jasmine reached over and placed the fruit snacks from the kitchen on the bedside table for Bosco to eat afterward.

Jasmine felt her fangs emerge as she watched her girlfriend shrug off her red and black flannel, revealing pale skin that she was about to bite into.

"Left or right this time?" Jasmine asked, referring to which arm. Jasmine learned some tips after she was turned on how to safely bite humans for feeding. After a weekend visit from Daya's sister and her sister's girlfriend, Jasmine learned from Gigi that biting from the arm is easier than the neck.

Jasmine still has the video of Gigi's demonstration of feeding on Crystal (even though Daya felt a little weird watching it, although Jasmine insisted).

"Let's do my right this time," Bosco said as she straightened out her arm, and Jasmine felt around for the vein.

"Ready?" Jasmine asked as Bosco nodded, and carefully positioned her teeth and sunk them into the skin. She felt the warmth of the blood touch her fangs and removed her teeth to let the blood come to the surface.

Jasmine knew the taste of Bosco's blood pretty well at this point. Her blood had a warm embodiment taste, with some hints of cinnamon and anise. But it tasted nothing like that this time.

The blood tasted harsh and acidic as if someone poured vinegar into straight into the vein. Jasmine immediately licked the wound to heal it and lifted her head, making a soured face at the horrid taste in her mouth.

"What's wrong?" Bosco asked and looked at her with concern.

"You don't taste right," Jasmine explained. "You taste really bitter, for some reason."

"Why would I taste different? I didn't take any medicine or anything like that." Bosco questioned.

Jasmine shrugged and got off the bed. "No clue, can we try again tomorrow? Maybe it's a one-time thing."

The next evening, Jasmine tried to feed from Bosco again, with the exact same results.

"You taste the same." Jasmine sighed as she wiped her fangs with a tissue, trying to get the rancid taste out of her mouth. "You sure haven't eaten anything different? Or take any medicines or anything like that?" she asked as Bosco put back on her oversized flannel shirt.

The other girl shook her head. "Nope, and I feel fine. Do you want to try it again tomorrow?" she offered.

"No, it's okay. I'll just ask Daya." Jasmine stood off her seat on the bed. "But first I need to rinse my mouth out," she said as she made a slightly scrunched face.

Several minutes later, Jasmine found Daya at the desk in the spare bedroom, headphones on with a music program software open in front of her. As much as Jasmine liked watching her girlfriend focus on the work she loved doing, she needed to interrupt to feed.

She knocked loudly, walked across the room, and plopped herself on the small bed. That seemed to get Daya's attention, as the other girl paused the song she was working on and took off her headphones.

"Yes, babycakes?"Daya asked as she turned her chair to face the blonde.

"How's your blood sugar right now? I need to feed."

"I feel fine but I can check it just to make sure," Daya said as she took out her phone to check her blood sugar monitor's app. "I thought that you fed from Bosco yesterday?" she asked.

Jasmine shrugged, "She tastes bitter right now."

"Bitter? What do you mean by bitter?"

Jasmine thought of how to describe the taste for a quick moment "You know when you lick a Switch game cartridge and it has that really bad taste? It's like that." she explained.

Daya tilted her head in confusion. "Why are you licking Switch cartrig-" she was interrupted by her phone beeping. "It's 97, I'm fine." She put the phone back on the desk and sat next to Jasmine on the bed, rolling up her sleeve.

Holding out an arm and giving Jasmine a small nod of consent, Jasmine bit into Daya's arm. The familiar light taste of Daya's blood filled Jasmine's mouth. She adored tasting the hints of bright herbs in Daya's blood, it was a big contrast from Bosco's taste.

Once Jasmine felt satisfied, she licked the puncture wound to heal it and lifted off Daya's arm.

Daya sat back against the wall as she watched Jasmine reach into her hoodie pocket (Well, Bosco's hoodie that Jasmine stole months ago) and pulled out a package of graham cracker cookies to give to her to replenish her blood sugar.

Jasmine leaned against Daya's side as the taller girl put one arm around Jasmine's shoulder, bringing her closer.

"My blood didn't taste bitter?" she asked.

"Nope, it was perfect."

Days later on a Saturday morning, Daya and Jasmine found themselves having a lazy morning together on the living room couch. Daya's head was settled in Jasmine's lap, as the blonde played the latest Pokémon game.

"Nice, I caught a shiny Lickitung."

"Like licking those game cartridges?" Daya looked up with a smirk on her face.

Before Jasmine had the chance to respond, the two heard the front door opening, followed by a series of coughs. They weren't surprised by the coughing, since they had been hearing it for the past few days.

"Hey baby, what did the urgent care doctor say?" Jasmine asked as she and Daya watched Bosco walk inside, looking pale and exhausted.

Bosco plopped herself in the loveseat chair, placing the paper prescription bag on the coffee table. "It's the flu. I think I got it from Irene when I went to help her move to her new apartment," she said as she drew her knees closer to her chest, coughing a few more times.

"Wait, didn't I try to feed from you the day after that?" Jasmine asked, pausing and closing the game as Daya sat up.

"Yeah, why?" Bosco asked in response.

"You tasted really bitter. I think I tasted the virus in your blood."

"So vampires can taste if someone is infected before they show symptoms?' Daya asked.

Jasmine shrugged, "I guess we can I'll ask Gigi later she thinks if that's what it was." as She stood off the couch and took the prescription bag. "C'mon. I can't get sick so I'll nurse you back to health. So you go to bed and I'll make you some chicken noodle soup." she said to Bosco.

"You just miss the taste of me, don't you?"

"That too, and I'm definitely not having more of that gross sick blood until you get better."

#jasyasco #vampire au #rpdr fanfiction #my fics #my writing #rpdr s14

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kisekisreblogspage · 1 year ago

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Rainbow friends Head cannons 3/3

Ok, i've been procrastinating over this for a long time, i shuld end this series

Ok here we go-

Cyan (from Rainbow friends)

Lets talk abaut Cyan, i like to think that she was suppose to be a acuatic beeing when she was created, but she somehow grew legs (it kinda reminds me to someone...).

When the gang found out she was a girl they all whent wild like:

"O MY LORD! I have never seen a Girl Before!" (Blue)

"What does it likes!? How does it taste?! Does the rumores are True?!"

"Rumors? What rumors?"

"It is sayd that Girls smells good"

"wow! A girl... Just- WOW! A GRIL"

"mewn"

"I KNOW RIGTH!? IT IS LITTERALY NOT A BOY!! Do you think she wuld like to run?"

"But wait... what is the diference between a girl and a boy?"

"maybe is the smell"

"maybe is the softhness..."

"maybe is the voice!"(Blue)

"Namlnamandnafnna"

"Or maybe that thing..."

"What thing?"

"In between the legs....

[Silence]

"NAHHHHHHHHH"

"It is imposible" (Blue)

Red got to explain them abaut that later on.

So, yea, what does she likes...? A lot of things! She in fact has a list of every thing that she likes! She also likes lists, but she does not write those Lists, she has them inside her head! She is very organized in there! Such good memorie and attention to detalle are well praised by Red. Wait... this means... that she... is Red's secretary! Or well third secretary, the frist one is Blue (he's the one that informs abaut the Intruders and damages in the Frist lab, also the one that helps in rebuild that place if needed) and second one is Purple (informs abaut intruders and damage in Odd World, also helps in cleaning and restorage of the place). So yea she is the one that remind Red abaut important stuff and the well beeing of the whole facility, the whole Family and even if there are minor/Major issues anywere she remind Red everyting. Such a detallist. Even explains on how she thinks some things in the facility culd be fixed. Now she is a genious, if Red Had a mounth he wuld drop it on the floor. (She culd own the facility, if Red dies)

As you migth notice in here is that she is giving some autistic tropes. Becuase (in my head cannon) she is! like to think that she is not aware of her autism but everyone knows! And trates her so nicely and patiently especially Yellow(i don't have Yellow colored letters sorry!) He is basicly a few monts older than her, so she looks up to him, but also for Blue because she thaugt that Blue was her mom because theyr colours were alike. (Imagine! Just... imagine)

Now she is clearly in the Asperger Especteum, so yea, she is a sueper Genious, she suprised Red, and that is quite dificult and now she is something so inportant yet so beloved for him. (Yea, i got some softh silly odd blorbos instead of the murderous mutants that they actually are, this is why i am doing thsese head cannons) because is one of the few things keeping him from crazzynes (the rest are his children (the lookies), Green, and his secret lover)

Now, lets go back on the things that she likes. Lets dive in her funky wunky lil' head!:

Bugs, especially the ones that are int the cucojoidea family (ladybugs), but has also an interest in ants

Lists

The rainbow ("look you guys! Its a picture of us!"(Cyan)

Genétics and some lab functions

Calm music

Red's lab coat

Long walks

Blue's shenanigans

Open places (she feels claustrophobic in very small places, she is huge)

Shiny things

The confy pillows that Green Has

The smell of blood food

Moving things (she likes to know what is that and why is it moving

Mocking Yellow because he is funny when he is mad

Purple's weird talks

Rain

Orange

(The list keeps going down

This all in that exact order, she will get Real mad if you missplace some of her likes she says that the things that she likes the most are at the top, and it gess less and less interesting for her as the list keeps on going down

Her shennaningas are basicly bugs, so if you ever meet her she will infodump you abaut Ladybugs and everyting you need to know abaur these, but then she will apologise, becuase she know you didn't asked (this is becuase of orange, yea he can be real mean withaut wanting to, don't worry thoug, he was scholed by everyonelater that day)

Now, going back to the part that i told you abaut Cyan thinking that Blue was her mom.

The day that Red presented her to the whole Family she was a baby, she saw Blue and went like "mma-m~?" (She developed faster than annyone, because... girl...) And scince that day she tough that Blue was her mom for 6 years. Until Green Explained her that Blue is Her brother... not her mom, "because they born becuase the same guy in the same machina and"- yea she cryed... but then she understood everyting and live trough it, she is still very atached to him

And Abaut Blue, he was completly in love with her (love, like Parents, you know) he was willing to even wear a wig for her and be her male mother, he is really good with childreen, so he always took good care of her, and even called her Princes. (if he was the king, she is going to be the princes) and gave her a lil' crown (just imagine! "Here upon yee, Your Queen n' King be. Rejoice all! REJOICE!"(Blue) *party Honks at the distance* *aplauses and praises by everyone* lol) the only one who wasn't happy abaut this was Yellow, he also, is very atached by Blue, his jealousnes was HUGE, he pushed her sometimes, made her cry on purpose, hid her and only be there with Blue. So yea, Cyan mocking on him it is just karma over Yellow beeing a brat towards Cyan. Blue enjoys some of that, but also knows were stuff had gone too far

Theyr literally siblings lol

So yea, this is the end of this series... perhaps... becajse i have too many head cannons, i shuld have done a post abaut every single one of them separatly but here we are.

I hope you liked this tomfoolery of mine, i probably even do some head cannon abaut the others even! Who knows!

K, this is all, bye

#rainbow friends #rainbow friends roblox #rainbow friends headcannons #cyan rainbow friends #blue rainbow friends #rainbow friends green #orange rainbow friends #rainbow friends red #headcanons #my headcannons

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lulupen2023 · 2 years ago

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Bells' secret diary 2/7

Teignmouth, My house, 2nd april 1992

Hello, Diary, I'm back,

I have so much to tell you and it is true that I should go in order…

No, i can't

I'M OFFICIALLY IN A BAAAAAANNNNDD WOOAAAHHHH!!!! I couldn't wait to tell you ... write it to you .. in short, let you know!

I left you at yesterday afternoon, when against all the most adverse forecasts I managed to tidy my bedroom for real.

And when the bell rang shortly after, I had to maintain a certain composure so as not to show I was panting after running to open the door.

It was Dominic. He’s always smiling. And he brought a guitar with him.

Unfortunately I wasn't quick enough to carry him up to my room and my grandmother met him already armed with freshly baked cookies.

“You are my dear Matthew's friend, how nice to meet you!” She smiled at him, extending the plate towards him.

What a bloody debacle! I had exchanged four flipping words with him, only for his extreme courtesy he agreed to come to my house and my grandmother came out with these heavy and too classifying names.

I was one step away from going into the garden, taking the shovel and burying myself alive… but do you want to know what Dominic replied?

“Mrs. Matthew's Grandmother, time will tell. For now I consider myself just a very well received guest and very lucky to have tasted such good biscuits!”

Did I mention that boy is really adorable?

Do you think my grandmother was the greatest danger?

Well, it's because you don't know my mum, who appeared out of nowhere and looked so deeply into Dominic’s eyes as if she wanted to read his soul… and mum is psychic, she knows about this stuff.

"I am pleased to see that my son has decided to broaden his connections, he is always so alone, I always tell him that, however it’s a beautiful thing, guitar and piano cannot be his friends in the physical sense of the word!” If first I wanted to use the shovel to bury myself, after that I wanted to take it and give myself a sharp blow on the head.

Dominic looked at her almost deeper than she had done and then replied: "Mrs Bellamy, ou’re right to be happy for that, too much solitude is not good for anyone." I mean, do you understand? He didn't walk away, embarrassed, or worse, annoyed, or worse than worst, disgusted.

At least Paul was away from home, so once the obstacles were over, we got to my room..

He said I have a nice room, and he especially liked the posters. I found out that we have a lot of musical tastes in common, but we differ a lot on others.

He has taken his guitar, I took mine, an acoustic, like his, although I think the electric is more fun. We sat on my bed and he asked me to play him something.

Since we both like Nirvana, I chose 'Come as you are', but without singing it.

He cut me off midway, saying that the chord change was too abrupt, he showed me how it should be done.. and I have to admit that he did it much more harmoniously.

He proposed that we play it together and a beautiful synergy was immediately created, only then I anticipated a chord change, I was too frantic and ruined everything.

However, Dominic wasn’t mad at me at all for that, he put his guitar on the floor to slide towards me, he placed his hand on mine, on the neck of the guitar and made me understand the exact moment in which the chord needs to be changed.

I didn't expect that contact, it left me a little bewildered and I don't understand why... maybe it was the irrepressible desire I have to perfect myself on the guitar.

After that we tried once more playing it together and this time the synchronicity was perfect.

He complimented me a lot and I gloated like a fool.

Before leaving, he told me he hadn't missed noticing the piano I have downstairs and wanted me to play him something.

Usually I don't do it for anyone but mum, grandma or Paul… instead I sat on the stool, I chose to play the Nocturne 1 in F sharp minor by Rachmaninov and it seemed to me the most natural thing in the world.

And this was yesterday, let's move on to today... because I anticipated it, didn't I? After the lessons, today there was the audition.

I went to the classroom we had agreed on, by then deserted, where Dominic and three other guys were waiting for me, the remaining members of Carnage Mayhem, who however looked more like someone who is doing you a favor by staying there.

But not Dominic, I had his undivided attention.

This time I chose AC/DC with my beloved electric guitar, ready to perform 'Highway to Hell', I connected it to the amplifier and I no longer thought if I was respecting the passage of the chords, if the riffs I chose were too risky, as well as totally improvised; I let myself be totally carried away by the music. And I even sang, I had fun making those screams like a possessed, hahaha.

The three guys - if they didn't bother to learn my name I don't see why I should - gave a sterile micro applause… but Dominic, ooohhh, he was literally excited, he screamed, he cheered me, yes, his hands were worn out from applauding me and then he ran towards me, grabbing me by the shoulders.

“Carnage Mayhem do indeed have a new guitarist!” He announced, super smiling. “And also a singer, I might add.” then he only said this to me, in my ear: "And after your performance yesterday afternoon at your house, which was incredible, I can certainly say a pianist, too."

I'm not used to all this attention, to seeing my talent - hell yeah, Diary, at least I don't have to be modest with you, I have an immense fucking talent and it can't remain confined to my room, much less this shit hole town. - recognized, but above all so appreciated.

And as if I didn't fill enough roles already, Dominic left me with a question that's been racking my brain: "Can you even write songs?"

Yes, come on, I think I can do it… or at least I'll try.

Ah, d’ you know he told me I can call him 'Dom'? And I told him he can call me 'Matt'… I don't know, it makes it more confidential, I like it better.

However,Dom is way, way too kind… he must be gay for sure!

#fic writer #fanfiction #fanfic #young belldom #belldomfic #belldomfanfic #young Matthew Bellamy #young Dominic Howard #personal diary #dear dairy #first pov #early days #Muse before becoming Muse #Teignmouth #friendship #slow burn #guitar lessons

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justwilfee · 2 years ago

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Answer to all this? ":D Well, okay, I'm an artist (A bit a writer, but… Not much)

Oh… Those were the distant times, when there was probably no 1.8.1 version of Minecraft yet. I just found the skin of some fire-water girl and it was my OC called "Ognennaya Nyasha(rus)" (Eng. Fiery Cutie). I had it until the moment when I found creepypasta and "Nata the killer" appeared, who is now better known as Natalie Wilfred. And she changed maaaany times, her design was more unstable than my mood. She had the same name all the time, but the surnames changed with each new fandom.

Newest OC… So, he seems to exist, but the concept? The base is there, but the character himself is not there yet. There is no name, no exact appearance. I liked my angelic cat, which I drew out of boredom, I want to keep him, but maybe change him a little.

Eh… IDK, what does that mean? :"D

Natalie loves different music, she is a music lover. Of course she won't listen to EVERY song, just what she likes. Hmm… Barney likes something calm, not too rushed music. The exception is if he is at some events and holidays(It doesn't matter what genre, although one of his favorite genres is jazz)

Natalie is a total fear, she is afraid of a lot of things. She is afraid not to be afraid and get into trouble(XD) But one of her big fears is spiders… Barney is afraid that something will happen to his friends and loved ones and he will not be able to help them.

Probably not. Except for the cat, who doesn't exist yet, haha. I usually try to create stories for the characters, no matter how cringe they are.

Oh, Barney and Natalie have a warm relationship despite their different personalities. But I can’t even call them a couple, because they aren't. They are very close partners and both have reasons not to be lovers, and yet they are nice to each other.

I didn't think about it. Unnamed parents haha xD

I can't pick one! I love Natalie and Barney. There are only two of them, of those hundreds of abandoned characters that I created before, they are the only ones that I have for so long ;-;

So far, this is Natalie, because it took several years before she had an eternal surname and appearance.

Purple star, it's probably about stories. I will say that both stories and art I have a lot of unfinished works and they will not be finished XD

Eh… I don’t know, I had the story of my BatIM au in my head, but at one moment I realized that I was too lazy to do something about it XD

Eeeh, next question

... Can I kept silent?(If I understand the question correctly. I have several word files. And almost all of them aren't finished… I will only talk about one… 39242... Yeaaah, I got really carried away writing fanfic… Cringe fic…)

Yes, all. I doubt I'll finish anything. Because it's just for fun, most likely I'll delete them sometime

I have so many fanfictions behind me, haha, I don't know

There will definitely be some kind of demon and some kind of mental trauma for the characters

Huh? ":D

Games, movies, other stories and cartoons. (One of the stories I really have is not related to Bendy or anything else, rather inspired by one film, but it was not taken as a basis)

None XD

A long time ago, I loved to draw in kindergarten and always wanted to become an artist

Mostly digital, just sketches on paper, I rarely draw with paints. And I also didn’t have to draw works in some style (Cubism, impressionism, etc.)

Eh, no.

Yesyesyesyesyes. It would be nice. And I actually want to be a graphic designer

IDK ":D

I don't read much, BatIM books are the only ones I've read (Although I still can't read "The Lost Ones", I'm constantly busy)

Don't know. I rarely watch movies. I watch TV shows and if it's a detective, then I'll probably watch it.

A lot of. Actually I'm listening to Electro Swing right now, IDK why. My musical taste is strange, the first song in the playlist is "Fur Elise", and the second is in the genre of Hardstyle or DeathStep.

I don’t know… Although… It was either Creepypasta or Minecraft (Who knows or remembers Minecraft myths? Herobrine for example, haha) and yes, I was already drawing then. I wrote stories and drew art.

Hehe, I'm fine, thank you.

I didn't answer some questions… Because I didn't understand them XD Well, who also wants to answer?

Writer (& Artist) Ask Game

Reblog this and let your pals ask about your OCs, stories, or about you! Remember to check your inbox, and feel free to tag someone you want to see play :)

* Who was your first ever OC? Do you still “use” them? How have they evolved over time?

Who is your newest OC? Why did you make them?

Biggest self-insert OC?

What kind of music do your OCs listen to?

What are some of your OCs biggest fears?

Do you have any OCs without stories? Will you ever create one for them?

What are your favourite relationships between your OCs? (romantic or platonic!)

Do you have any OC family trees?

Favourite OC?

OC you most struggled to make?

* Sum up one or more of your wips!

Which story took the most research?

Which story has the most lore?

Current word count of all your main wips?

How many projects do you have going on right now? Are there any that you doubt you’ll ever finish?

What was you first major project? How far along is it?

What are some tropes and character dynamics found in your wips?

Describe the setting of one or more of your wips

What are some things that inspired your stories? Real events? Maybe a dream?

What story are you the proudest of? Why?

* When did you start considering yourself a writer/artist?

What are all the “kinds” of writing/art you do? (short stories, poetry, screenplays, digital, painting, clay, etc.)

Are you in any writer/artist groups? (Ex: discord server!)

Do you have/want a career in your medium? If not, what do you do/want to do instead?

What’s your favourite genre to write? Is it also your favourite genre to read?

What are your favourite books?

What are your favourite movies?

Favourite songs at the moment?

What was your first fandom you were in? Did you make any art/fanfic for it?

How are you doing? <3

Ask away!

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anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount · 2 years ago

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I Lost My Phone! (Avengers x Reader)

So due to all of the birthday posts celebrating Steve, I realized that on my school-induced Tumblr hiatus, I missed a shit-ton of birthdays between Bucky’s and Steve’s. So there’s gonna be a ton of birthday posts coming for the MCU characters that I can find birthdays for. In the meantime, enjoy this fic that’s taken me months to write and find inspiration for.

Warnings: slight Sam x Reader, my taste in music (that deserves its own warning any day), reader being called just about every nickname I could think of, swearing.

Word Count: 3950

Summary: Reader’s ADHD causes her to lose her phone a lot, when the Avengers find out she has specialized ringtones for all of them, they’re obsessed with finding out what they all are.

For an Avenger, you were actually pretty young. You were older than Peter, but still younger than Wanda and Pietro. You were close with all three of them, and you all loved to make references that confused the fuck out of everyone else. You also had ADHD, which meant lots of things. For you, it meant that something specific, like a bobby pin from 3 years ago, was fresh in your mind. Your top left desk drawer, underneath the colouring books, to be exact. But, you were always fidgeting with something; your ring, a pen, tapping your fingers, and literally anything you could get your hands on. You spaced out a lot, so you would fidget with a pen during meetings so you could actually pay attention. Also, you had this terrible habit of losing everything that wasn’t specific; your phone, wallet, keys were left everywhere around the compound.

You were sitting in the lab one day, fidgeting with a brain puzzle Tony had left on his lab bench while he was upgrading something into your suit. “Kiddo?” He asked, “Peter just texted me that he texted you hours ago and you still haven’t responded. He wants to know if you’re mad at him, and if you’re still on for that late lunch picnic.”

“Oh, would you let him know that I’m not mad at him and that I’ll get all the stuff for the picnic if he’s willing to swing us to where we’re going?” You responded.

“Sure, I can do that,” Tony replied, drafting his response to Peter. “Why haven’t you responded to him?”

You laughed. “I have no idea where my phone is, Mr. Stark. I haven’t seen it in hours, and I have no clue where I left it.”

Tony laughed too, having done the same thing many times over the years, though you did it far more often than he ever did. “I’ll just call you then, it’ll help. Unless your phone’s on vibrate?”

“No, it’s not on vibr- wait, don’t call me!” You exclaimed, but it was too late. Who’s Your Daddy by Toby Keith started playing from upstairs, and you ran up to the kitchen where you found your phone ringing on the counter.

Clint and Natasha were sitting at the counter, drinking yet another coffee. “Why is that your ringtone for Tony?” She asked.

“I, uh- it’s- I-” You stumbled over your words, turning your phone off, blushing as Tony came up the stairs behind you.

“Why is that your ringtone for me, kiddo?” He asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You could easily escape if you wanted to, but it was his way of letting you know that he actually wanted an answer.

“My dad was shitty, my parents sold me into HYDRA as soon as my powers manifested, and when you guys got me out.. I just kinda.. y’know.” You said, hiding your head in your hands.

Clint rubbed your arm softly, “Hey, don’t forget about that picnic with Peter.”

“Oh, shit! He’ll be here any minute! I have to pack the food!” You scrambled around the kitchen, your gravitational powers making everything around you float as you did, and you didn’t even notice Tony slip your phone into your back pocket, just so you wouldn’t forget it again.

There was a knock in the kitchen doorway, and you turned to see Peter. “Y/N/N!”

“Peter!” You ran over to wrap him in a hug.

“You didn’t have your phone, did you?”

“Had no idea where it was. Mr. Stark had to call me.” You said, nuzzling into his chest.

Peter chuckled, “So I guess they know what your ringtone is now?” You blushed and pressed yourself further into his chest, wanting to disappear. “Do they know what it is for me?” He asked. You shook your head and tried to stop him from pulling his phone out, but he called you anyways.

You grabbed his hand and started leaving with the food as the Spiderman theme song started playing in your pocket. You turned it off and called behind you. “Goodbye Mr. Barton, Ms. Romanoff, Mr. Dad!”

“What did she just say?” You heard Tony ask as the doors shut behind the both of you.

“What did I do?” You asked while Peter was swinging you to a spot you had deemed as the ‘Kids Room’. Only Peter, Wanda, Pietro, and you were allowed in, and it was just a treehouse that Tony had built in the woods that surrounded the Compound. But it was fun not letting any of the other Avengers in.

“You called Mr. Stark something you probably didn’t mean to.”

“Peter, what did I say?”

“You called him ‘Mr. Dad.’” Peter explained, you groaned, hiding your face in his neck.

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The next time you couldn’t find your phone was actually the next day in the gym. Tony had designed you special wireless headphones that would work up to a mile away from your actual phone. Meaning that your phone could be anywhere in the Compound, and while listening to your music, you would have no idea. You had come back last night from your outing with Peter, and got him to swing you directly up to your bedroom so you didn’t have to run into anyone else, before kissing his cheek and telling him good night. You didn’t have feelings for him, it was just something you two always did.

“Captain Rogers!” You called from your place on top of the gymnastics bars, “Have you seen my phone anywhere? I can’t remember where I left it.”

Steve shook his head in response, “I’m sorry, kiddo, I haven’t. Do you want me to call it for you?” He asked, pulling his phone out already.

“Yeah, that might be a good idea- wait.” You dropped off the bars as soon as you heard the first bar of Ice Ice Baby. “Shit!” You exclaimed, running towards the noise.

“Language!” Steve called, following you. His super-soldier hearing was sure to hear what his ringtone was.

You pulled open the cabinet with the mugs, where you had left your phone this morning after pouring your coffee, and declined the call. “Thanks, Captain.” You muttered, walking off to take your post-training shower.

“I’m starting to think she does this on purpose,” Clint said, poking his head out of the vents.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked in response.

“Just yesterday Y/N forgot where her phone was while Peter was trying to get a hold of her, and Tony had to call her phone. It was sitting on the counter. At least she has a good sense of humour. I wonder what her ringtone is for me..” He wondered thoughtfully.

“What was her ringtone for Tony?” Steve always had more questions.

“Some country song called Who’s Your Daddy. Y/N evidently sees Stark as a father figure, she even called him Mr. Dad by accident yesterday as she was leaving for her picnic with Peter.”

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It was only a few hours later when you couldn’t find your phone yet again. “I’m starting to wonder if someone’s just moving it when I’m not paying attention.” You said, patting your pockets as you walked into the kitchen where Clint was pouring yet another cup of coffee.

“What’s wrong, kiddo?” He asked.

“I can’t find my phone, again!” You exclaimed. “It’s the second time today that it hasn’t been exactly where I thought it was!”

Clint chuckled, “Where did you think you left it this time?”

“My pocket.” You deadpanned, subtly looking behind him to see if he had hidden it from you so he could find out what his ringtone was.

“Should I call you?”

“I wouldn’t. I’ll find it in a few minutes, don’t worry about it.” It was at that moment that you heard Men in Tights from Robin Hood coming from in between the couch cushions.

You dove towards the couch, but Clint, being taller and stronger, beat you there. “Really? This is my ringtone?”

“Robin Hood’s an archer!” You defended yourself, reaching across him for your phone to turn it off.

Nat walked in at that moment, and started chuckling at the position the two of you were in. “So, sexual tension with people other than your wife, Barton?”

“Nat, he took my phone.” You whined, unable to reach it without physically climbing him.

“Clint, give Y/N her phone back. Y/N, stop getting mad that people are finding out what your ringtones for them are. You have an excellent sense of humor, and nobody has been mad about their ringtone yet.”

“You guys are keeping a list, aren’t you?” You grimaced.

Clint and Natasha both laughed, “And keeping track of who laughs at which one.” He added.

“Ouch.” You said softly, putting your phone back in your pocket and heading back into the kitchen. “What’s for dinner?”

“Nobody’s really sure yet. What do you want?” Nat replied.

“If there’s one thing I learned from my missions with HYDRA, it was how to make a mean mac n’ cheese.” You said, pulling the ingredients out of the cupboards.

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When you woke up the next morning, it was to someone banging on your door. “Y/N! Training! You’re late!”

You groaned, rolling towards the noise and off the edge of your bed. “Fuck!” You exclaimed, having hit your head on the nightstand.

Bucky rushed in, “Y/N, are you alright, doll?” He helped you sit up while you were holding the back of your head.

“I-” You hissed softly, “hit my head. It hurts, Sarge.”

“Yeah, you’ve got a pretty good gash there, kid. Why weren’t you already up?”

“I don’t know where my phone is, it never went off with my alarm. I always leave it plugged in right there.” You explained, pointing to your laptop, which was currently plugged in. “Huh, charged the laptop last night instead?”

“Let me call you, doll. And then we’ll get you down to Helen in the medbay to get you all fixed up, you’re bleeding.”

“Okay, that’s a good plan.” You started to say, “Wait, my ringt-” But it was too late, Rasputin was playing from somewhere under your bed.

Bucky laid down on his stomach to get it for you. “Nice choice, kid.” He said, passing your phone back to you before he picked you up bridal style. “Let’s get you to Helen.”

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You were able to keep track of your phone for the next three days, but while reading on the couch you realized it had been hours since you had last seen it. “Ms. Romanoff?” You called, knowing she was sitting in the kitchen. “I haven’t seen my phone in hours, have you seen it anywhere?”

“Sorry, sweetie, I haven’t. I can call you?” She pulled her phone out, and as she did you remembered what your ringtone is for her.

“I wouldn’t do-” You started to say until you heard Black Widow by Iggy Azalea playing from the fridge. You stood up and walked over to it, opening the door. “What the fuck is my phone doing in there?”

“You must’ve traded your phone for a YOP drink.” Natasha said, ending the call from her end of the phone. “Hm, Barnes was right, you do have good taste in music.”

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With Bruce you were always pretty good at keeping your phone handy, which was good, because you didn’t actually have a special ringtone for him, which you guessed made him special in his own right. You just could never think of a song that fit him well enough to be special enough for his ringtone. You spent a little extra time with Bruce to make up for it, plus you figured that whenever you moved your phone, he would make sure that he knew where it was so you wouldn’t lose it. You had a sneaking suspicion that Hulk liked you too, if the way you were able to calm him down was any indication.

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It was about a week after Natasha had helped you find your phone that you had lost it again. Thor and Loki were back, and while Loki often stayed on Asgard, since Thor insisted he was actually the better king, you enjoyed getting to spend time with both of them. They did both have phones now, since Tony had forced it upon them both last time they were on Earth, so you all would have a means of getting a hold of them, other than praying Heimdall would hear you. They both immediately came to you for help on understanding the Midgardian device. Similar to what Steve and Bucky did with their first phones too, actually.

You had been searching for the last 20 minutes, all over the Compound, and you couldn’t find your phone anywhere. It wasn’t anywhere in your room, your bathroom, you checked all the kitchen cupboards and the fridge, twice; and you had even checked all the furniture in the main living room where you and Loki had been quietly reading that morning after training. Nothing. Your phone was nowhere to be found. You had even poked your head into the lab while Tony and Bruce were gone to see if Peter had seen it. Still no. Your phone was gone. You were just going to have to get a new one and transfer over all of the data. You groaned, flopping down on the couch, data transfers take for-fucking-ever.

“Little angel?” Loki asked. “Is something wrong?”

“I can’t find my phone, as per usual. I’m just gonna go get a new one and do a data transfer, which takes for-fucking-ever to load and it’s annoying as shit.” You flopped your head to look over at him on the other couch, pouting.

“Why don’t you just get someone to call your phone?” He asked. “I can do it if you’d like.”

You sighed, resigned to have left it somewhere stupid yet again. “I guess you’re my last option, Mischief.” Loki pulled his phone out of his pocket and tapped on your contact, calling you. bad guy by Billie Eilish started playing from down the hall, in the training room. You ran towards the noise, picking your phone up once you got there. “Now I remember! I didn’t have pockets in my workout clothes this morning, so I left my phone on the bench. I haven’t needed it, so I didn’t think twice about not having it.”

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You also didn’t have a ringtone for Rhodey, but he was almost never around, and he never called you anyways. You only had his number in case of emergency, mostly for when Tony was stupidly drunk or if he was fighting with Steve and nobody could get them off of each other.

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The morning after Loki had helped you find your phone, you couldn’t find it again. “Nope, I’m not gonna bother, it’ll show up in a few minutes.. or hours..” You mumbled, curling up on the couch with your book.

Three hours later, after finishing your book, going to training, taking a shower, making everyone lunch, and running some errands, you still hadn’t seen your phone anywhere. You retraced your steps throughout the day, pausing momentarily to ask Bruce if you had had it when you stopped in the lab this morning to ask Tony about an upgrade to your suit. Apparently not.

“Lady Y/N?” Thor asked, coming up behind you. “Are you feeling alright? You’ve been running back and forth across the compound looking like a- what’s the saying?”

“A chicken with my head cut off?” You asked, sighing.

“Yes, that’s it!” Thor exclaimed. “Is something wrong?”

“I can’t find my phone, Thor. That’s all. I’m sure it’ll turn up somewhere.”

Thor picked you up and put you on his shoulders. “If I called you, milady, would it help?”

“I suppose..” You told him, using your gravitational powers to float safely back to the ground. Thor pulled his phone out and you heard Thunder by Imagine Dragons playing from the lab downstairs. “But.. I didn’t have it when I was down here this morning? I guess I could’ve left it down here last night and since it’s the weekend none of my alarms would’ve gone off.”

“Oh, crap, Y/N, I am so sorry.” Bruce said, looking up from his computer. “I was cleaning up the lab this morning and I must’ve put some things on top of your phone and then Tony moved them, and-”

“Bruce, if I had really needed it, I would’ve gotten someone to call it for me sooner. My only missed call is from Thor. Trust me, it’s alright.”

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When you couldn’t find your phone again right after dinner, you were starting to worry about yourself. I can’t possibly misplace it this often, you thought to yourself. Somebody has to be moving it when I’m not paying attention so they can find out all my ringtones. Or maybe I really am this forgetful. Should I ask Dr. Cho about upping my meds? Should I go off my meds and see what happens? Should I-

“Y/N/N? You alright, sweetie?” Sam asked, interrupting your train of thought.

You jumped, not having heard his knock on your door. “Oh, Sammy! You scared me! I didn’t hear you come in.”

“It’s alright. You were really lost in thought, huh?”

“Yeah, I was.” You ducked your head, blushing. “Did you need something?”

“I was just coming to check on you. FRIDAY said you were in here pacing.”

“Oh, yeah, I do that when I’m stressed. Sorry.”

“It doesn’t bother me, honey. Why are you stressed?” He asked, sitting on your bed and patting the spot next to him.

“I just feel like somebody has to be taking my phone and hiding it. I can’t possibly misplace it this often, right? I was thinking that I should talk to Dr. Cho about my med dosage since I feel like I’m more disorganized on them than I am off. It’s not even just my phone, other than the bobby pin under the colouring books in my top left desk drawer, I never know where anything is anymore.”

“Okay, so we’ll find your phone and go talk to Helen about your meds. Problem solved.” Sam wrapped an arm around you and pulled out his phone to call you.

You nuzzled into his side and mumbled, “What if I don’t want you to find out what my ringtone for you is?”

He kissed the top of your head. “We’ve all loved your ringtones for us, honey. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.” As you said this, Sam clicked the ‘call’ button on your contact and Fly Like A Bird by Nelly Furtado started playing from the hallway. You opened the door and found your phone on the little table next to your door. “Fuck.” You said under your breath.

“Hey,” Sam said, wrapping you in a hug and resting his chin on your head. “That’s hilarious, sweetie. I love it.”

You turned around in his arms and wrapped your own around him, “You’re not mad?”

“Of course not. Now what’s this I hear about Barnes having his hands on my girl last week while I was on a mission?”

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After fixing your meds up with Sam and Dr. Cho, you were able to keep track of your phone for about 5 days. Sam helped. But, now, you had just finished training with Wanda and Pietro and you had no idea where your phone was. This was especially making you think you were crazy since these workout clothes have pockets. Both front and back. “Sammy! Have you seen my phone?” You asked, poking your head into his apartment.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He called from under the bathroom sink. “Have you asked Wanda and Pietro? I know you were just training with them.”

“Nope, I came here on my way to them. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Of course you will, it’s movie night.”

“Right, yeah. I forgot. Okay, I’m gonna go find Wanda and Piet, but I’ll see you later.” You said, kissing his forehead and shutting the door behind you. The next thing you knew, you heard Red by Taylor Swift playing from somewhere above you. That was your ringtone for Wanda, she was calling you?

“Up here, sora!” You heard Wanda call from the balcony. Looking up, you saw her waving your phone and you quickly used your gravity powers to float it down to you. “Oh, Y/N/N, you did such a great job controlling your powers!” Wanda shouted, running down the stairs to wrap you in a hug.

Pietro was right behind her, and all of a sudden you were in the middle of a group hug with the twins. “Well, princessa, now that we know what your ringtone for Wanda is, we have to find out what it is for me.”

“Speed, I am speed.” came blaring through your phone speakers in the voice of Owen Wilson, who played Lightning McQueen in the movie Cars. You sighed, dropping your head onto Wanda’s shoulder as you declined Pietro’s call.

“That is the best thing in the world, princessa.” Pietro said, speeding you back to your apartment. “We’ll see you at movie night tonight?”

You nodded, leaning in the doorway. “Of course you will, Speedy. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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The next morning, just when you thought you were done with everybody calling you to find out their ringtone, King T’Challa and Princess Shuri showed up.

“Y/N?” Shuri asked, knocking on your door, “Are you awake yet, love?”

You flung your door open, “Yes, I am, but I was looking for my phone before I came out for breakfast.”

“Oh, let me just call you.” Shuri pulled out her phone and called you, and Get Lucky by Daft Punk and Pharrell Williams started playing from down the hallway, in the kitchen.

You walked down the hall, into the kitchen, where everybody was eating breakfast, blushing. “Couldn’t find your phone again, honey?” Sam asked. You nodded, grabbing it out from under your favourite mug.

“How did it even get out here? I had it last night in bed.”

“No you didn’t, you were in here making popcorn and brought your phone with you. You never brought it back, so I just assumed you grabbed it on our way to bed last night.”

“I must not have.” You said, finally remembering to hang up the call to make the song stop.

Natasha wrote something down on her phone, you assumed she was continuing to add to the list of ringtones she was keeping. “Hey, T’Challa, you’re the only one that we don’t know Y/N’s ringtone for, would you mind calling her for us?” Tony asked.

“Of course I can,” T’Challa said, pulling his phone out.

You quickly tapped on your phone, changing T’Challa’s ringtone while you still had a chance. Unfortunately, you weren’t fast enough because The Pink Panther started playing as your phone lit up with a call from the Wakandan King. “Crap.” You mumbled, declining the call.

“Oh, honey.” Sam said, walking over to you and wrapping you in a hug. “Your sense of humour is absolutely the light of our lives. Has anybody disliked what Y/N/N’s ringtone for them was?” Everybody shook their heads.

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All in all, losing your phone so often because of your ADHD didn’t end up being so bad. But Clint got his ass kicked when Peter found your phone left in the vents one day. Turns out, when Clint isn’t hiding your phone, you actually don’t lose it all that often.

I hope you enjoyed! Once again, I have no idea how to end fics, so you get that piece of shit as a last paragraph.

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equallyshaw · 2 years ago

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𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 - 𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔴𝔰..

Inspire by miss o. rodrigos: enough for you.

Word Count: 1.2k +

Warnings: swearing

Sour Masterlist:

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I wore makeup when we dated

'Cause I thought you'd like me more

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"Wait- why are you putting on that much makeup, love?" Hayden my best friend and roomate questioned as she peered into my room. I shrugged, going back and plastering on more powder. It wasn't me. I never wore makeup. Hell, the day that we met- I had none on. I felt more comfortable when I did not have it on. Then, I found out about your hookups and exes and they were gorgeous. They were desirable and looked all the same. So, I made it my mission to be like them. "Stop, stop! Miranda!" She said coming into my room and grabbing my hand. She looked down at me and saw the tears begin to form and knew. I didn't have to say anything.

I was exhausted trying to be somebody else. Trying to be enough for you. Though I knew deep down, the real me would never measure up. "Miranda, why are you doing this to yourself?" She said putting down the brush and I shrugged again. "I like him, I really do." I responded turning and looking at myself in the mirror. My makeup was ruined by the five seconds of tears, and I didn't have the energy to fix it. "But, is it worth it? Youre fucking miserable Miranda." She said as I started to wipe off the makeup and restart. "Are you serious? You're gonna fix it?" She said frustrated and I continued to fix it. "He has a grip on you and I can't stand to see it take hold of you like this. He's changed you." She said before walking out and I shook my head, all of it was my doing. None of his. That was the first red flag.

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And I knew your favorite songs by heart

Stupid, emotional, obsessive little me

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Your music taste was...interesting. That's why I catergorically memorized it the very few times we listened to music either in the car or the random dance parties in your highrise. I knew the coffee order you took each and everytime, or the books you kept in your living room that were your favorites, or the first friend you went to when things got rough or the exact time you called your parents every week.

I thought for a long time, I was being a good girlfriend because I rememebered things as he told me. It's who I am, is that bad? Hayden reassured me when we finally broke up that I did nothing wrong. But it was hard to overcome the feeling of feeling like I was obsessed or too emotionally attached.

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I knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave

You found someone more exciting

And you left me there cryin', wonderin' what I did wrong

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It was a Sunday morning, an off day for you and you had told me you wanted to pick me up for a morning coffee run. I happily accepted, and you greeted me at the front of my building with Felix and the growing boy greeted me with so much excitment that was a stark differance than how you were acting. I leaned in for a kiss, and you took a step back and I should of known that was the first sign. We made our way down the street to our favorite coffee shop that we'd frequent a ton and the one we met at. We ordered, and walked over towards Queen's Park and settled down for a bit with our coffee and croissants. We takled about the upcoming week, your games, the upcoming trip his parents would be making to see him, and then it hit a snag. You looked at me, for the first time that day. Like really looked at me, and I softly smiled while tilting my head in wonder. "Aus- why are you looking at me like that?" I questioned as I petted Felix. I could see the visbile and audible sigh you made, and I could feel the tears brim my eyes. I knew what he was going to say, I had been waiting for it since he asked me to be his girlfriend. "I have enjoyed these past 13 months, and am so thankful that we met and how incredible you've been to Felix and my family and friends but uh I think we should break up..." He explained and I felt my breath hitch in my throat. I looked down at Felix and kissed his face, sniffling as I did so. I looked back up and took in your gaze, "Did I do something? Was I not good enough? Yeah, I wasn't good enough." I huffed wiping some tears, and Felix tried to comfort me. Unbeknowgst to me, seeing me like this hurt you. Yet, you would never admit that. You weren't that type of dude, I had learned long before. "Well im sorry I wasn't enough, Austin. But that's not my problem anymore, is it?" I spat as you stood up. You took one last look at me before reconnecting Felix's harness and walking off. I watched as you two walked off, Felix going nuts that I wasn't with you. That broke my heart even more.

I sat there for awhile, drinking my coffee and went through everything I had done for you. Conciously and subconciously. And then I called Hayden and she drove over to where I was. And on the way back, I just knew in my heart that you had met somebody new. I could feel it in my bones. However, even with this new girl, she won't last. They never fucking do, Austin Matthews. You are never satisified and will be searching you whole existance for the 'one' and will come up short each time.

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'Cause all I ever wanted was to be enough

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After our breakup, I spent months picking apart our 13 months together and tried to figure our what I may have done for you to break up with me. Yet, evertime I came up short. I couldn't figure out what I had done that was so damning to you. What irked you, or annoyed you and what made me overbearing. Yet, when Hayden and I saw you at a broadway show that summer in new york with a new and fake esque blonde I understood. I wasn't her. I wasn't the last one, or the one before that. I never would be, I would never be enough for you. I would never be able to measure up, because I simply didn't care about that. Im not vain or care about materilistic things these other girls did. I didn't care about my apperance like these girls did.

All I ever wanted to be was enough, and everyday I tried to be just that. But you can't be enough for somebody if they don't love you for who you are. You can't be enough when all they are doing is walking through just simply tossing girls aside when they are no longer interesting. No longer exciting.

God, I hope the next girl after her makes you happier.

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countrymusiclover · 2 years ago

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13 - My Orleans Girl

Part 14

Her Life Means Everything

@mrs-fanfiction-2001 @the-big-bad-klaus

sarahgale98 on Wattpad Bianca Lockwood is her OC in this chapter. She asked me to include her in here if it was possible at all. I hope I did good :)

Madison Beer portrays Bianca

My phone rings earlier on Saturday morning where I rolled over in my bed thinking it must be Damon calling about another plan to hurt the Originals even though I am linked to the brothers. So honestly he should just stop trying. Putting the phone to my ear I yawned hearing a different voice come through the phone. "Hey Mads, what would you say if I was picking you and bringing you to New Orleans for the weekend?"

"I would say you're crazy, Bianca. You're busy with work and you don't have that kind of money to fly out there." I chuckled throwing my head back against the pillows at her crazy idea. She is related to Tyler and decided to become an artist in New Orleans and she's 23 years old.

Her and I became friends when Caroline and I were in middle school. I figured she was going to become an artist because she was always drawing anything in a notebook like all the time. Sitting up on my bed I suddenly heard someone honk outside my window. Pulling the curtain back I gasped seeing her car sitting in our driveway where she waved up at me seeing me still holding my phone up to my ear. "Bianca Lockwood you are literally insane. There's no way I am coming with you."

"Come on, Mads. I even think I found a hot guy for you...plus I have something to tell you." She replied where I groaned changing into some clothes for the day heading out the front door immediately rushing to her waiting arms. She picked me up on the ground twirling me around for a few seconds then sitting me back on my feet. We hold onto each other until she flashed a golden color over her eyes that I recognized from Klaus. "I found this guy who helped me stop having to lock myself up everytime there was a full moon."

Tucking hair behind my ear I gasped finally realizing that she was a werewolf like her brother. It finally made sense since her first boyfriend got killed in a car accident and that's how she became a wolf. "So you're a hybrid now. I know who turned you-" She cuts me off and puts me into the car where we made the drive to the famous city.

Stepping out of her car I watched her draw out her phone answering somebody who had called her. "Hi Marcel, you don't have to worry I just ran to Mystic Falls to pick up a friend. You'll like her. She's Human though so no drinking from her understand." She hung up grabbing my hand were we started walking down bourbon street. She even compelled someone so we could have some drinks where I drank a margarita in my hands.

"So Bianca who exactly is this hot man you claim to have found for me hmm?" I teased her feeling a little bit of a buzz and a burning in my chest from the new taste.

Bianca clasps her hands together in front of her as we now sit at a table outside one of the bars. I could hear loud music being played around the corner and some people were dancing outside some of the other places near us at the moment. I immediately think of Kol and how he said we danced good together. "Well he has dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Oh and an accent you know like-"

"Hello love." I felt my cheeks turn red recognizing the voice that followed in unison with Bianca that could only belong to the one and only original hybrid.

His foosteps stopped right behind my chair where I spun around smiling up at him before he mirrors the same look on his face. "Klaus, what are - how are you here?" Raising a brow at him I had to wonder if the soulmate bond was stronger than we knew. That he could find my exact location without a witch now.

"This is my favorite city, Maddie. I enjoy all the music, art, culture. Although now it's improved that you're here." He smirked leaning down capturing his lip with mine. Lightly gripping the collar of his jacket I kissed him back feeling him whispering in my ear. "Be careful in this place. Vampires rule this place. If anything goes wrong just call out my name."

Nodding my head he vamped off into a random direction leaving me alone with Bianca. Once we finish our drinks the moon was rising in the sky. She intertwined my hand with hers where we started dancing around in a crowd full of people but I could feel someone watching the two of us. Throwing my hair around I tripped falling into the arms of a black guy who chuckled holding me off the ground. "If you're not careful you'll dance till you drop, doll."

"Thanks for the save. I guess I am clumsy on my feet sometimes." I smile standing on my feet now where Bianca throws her arms around my shoulders.

"Hi baby, this is the Mystic Falls girl. Maddie Forbes." Sticking my hand out we shake hands.

The man smiled showing me his fangs clearly not afraid to show what he was. "It's nice to meet you, Maddie. I'm Marcel, Marcel Gerard. Welcome to my city."

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ericspinkhair · 4 years ago

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wedding fun

pairing: dom!eric, dom!sunwoo x sub! reader (no gender specified but has a vagina)

word count: 2.7k

synopsis: it’s Changmin’s sister’s wedding and his younger sibling gets super drunk and loses their virginity to Eric and Sunwoo

a/n: please send in requests!

y/s/n = your sister’s name

pt. 2

masterlist + requests

Tears were welling up as you saw your beautiful sister walk down the aisle, holding onto your dad’s arm. She looked absolutely stunning with her dark hair in a fancy updo and the silver makeup shimmering on her face. Her eyelids were painted a lovely purple and the exact same color could also be found on all the bridesmaids’ dresses. After all, it was her favorite color.

Y/s/n took the hands of her very-soon-to-be-husband and looked him deep in the eyes. Everyone in the room could see the love these two had for each other. You were wondering whether you would ever be able to find this kind of love in your life. This far you had been unsuccessful and being alone scared you. But being an idol also made having a significant other very difficult so you love would not be an option for a long time.

Immersed in your own thoughts, you were taken by surprise when you heard “I do’’ already coming out of your sisters mouth.

“And do you, Kim Hanseob, take y/s/n as your beloved wife and promise to stay by her side until death do you part?’’ The room was filled with anticipation as everyone waited for him to answer. You swore to god if he didn’t say yes you’d haunt him down and make sure to kick him there where it really - “I do,” he said and before the priest could continue he had already cupped your sister’s face and planted a passionate kiss on her lips.

You could feel tears running down your cheeks and tried to wipe them away. Your eyes met your brother's, Changmin, who also appeared to be crying and he flashed you a big smile. You grinned back.

Then your gaze fell onto your fellow members who were applauding loudly and cheering. Both your and Changmin's group were invited to sing later. That's why Changmin was sitting with his ten friends/co-workers/members in the audience and, on top of that, six girls were waiting for you there as well. You stood up there in your purple dress near your sister as you had the honor of being the bridesmaid (ever since you were little you had made it very clear that that position would be yours and threatened your sister with various horrifying scenarios in case she chose someone else).

After everyone gave heartbreaking speeches, it was time to dance and get wasted. At least that was what seemed to be planned for you. During your sister’s speech, she told everyone to get you drunk. Apparently that was her biggest wish for the night and only after that could she truly be happily married. You had turned twenty not even two months ago (Korean age) and are now a legal adult who could do adult things like drinking. The first glass was handed to you by Changmin who would not answer what kind of liquor it was and maybe half an hour later you felt quite tipsy.

Y/s/n had requested you to sing ‘Always By Your Side’ (her favorite b-side of your group) so that’s what your group performed. After that The Boyz sang ‘Break Your Rules’ and, surprisingly, Changmin’s friend Sunwoo seemed to be the most into it. Maybe it was the alcohol but you couldn’t stop staring at his luscious lips and pretty smile. His positive energy spread like a virus and the corners of your mouth wouldn’t go down.

Just as you had finished your seventh glass, another one was held right in your face.

“Having fun?” Eric teased you as you took a couple of big sips and smiled contentedly. You had never realized how beautiful this man was. His sharp jawline and divinely carved nose seemed to catch your attention. Gosh, has he always been this attractive? Noticing the slight blush on your cheeks, Eric smirked at you.

You danced a little bit together and just jammed out to the music. You tried not to look at him in fear you might not be able to take your eyes off of him. You had always sworn that Changmin’s friends were off limits. Especially his members. But it wasn’t your fault that he had decided to look so damn fine in his suit today.

Suddenly someone tapped you on your shoulder and when you turned around you saw a fine as hell looking Sunwoo smiling brightly at you two. He was holding a tray with shots and handed them to you. Y’all linked arms and downed the liquor. Since you've had multiple glasses already, you didn’t even really feel the burn in your throat anymore.

You did silly dances like the floss or copied the point dance of ‘Shine’ by Pentagon. Then the music took a different direction and suddenly ‘Whiplash’ by NCT127 was blasting through the speakers. Now you had to adjust your dancing accordingly. Eric and Sunwoo came a lot closer and you could feel their breaths on your face and neck. Not really caring anymore you gave in and moved your body to the rhythm. One of the boys was grinding from the front and one from the back and you could feel something hard poking you from both sides. You ground your body on the two boys and were enjoying how their breathing became heavier and heavier.

Only as Sunwoo started placing wet kisses on your neck did you become aware of your surroundings again. You quickly looked around to see if anyone was staring but the rest seemed to be equally as drunk and immersed in their own stuff. Changmin was having a dance contest with one of your members and Kevin was twerking on the side.

You let out a moan as Eric sucked a hickey on your collar bone. Not wanting them to stop but also being kind of embarrassed at being in a public space, it took you all of your restraint to groan out a “we shouldn’t be doing this here.”

“Wanna go somewhere more private?” wasn’t necessarily the response you had expected. The suggestion had come from Eric who was now caressing your sides while coming dangerously close to your chest. At this point Sunwoo was humping your butt from behind. Your panties were soaked and you were rubbing your legs. Your whole body was screaming to say yes and leave with these two sexy men.

“I know a perfect place here where we can take good care of you. Do you want us to spoil you, baby? We can make you feel so good. You’ll be screaming our names all night. Do you want that?” Sunwoo whispered into your ear. At this proposition you nodded eagerly and the alcohol in your system made your head spin. The triumph was visible in Eric’s face and he took you by your hand and led you away.

As soon as the door to the hall closed, Sunwoo spun you around and crashed his lips onto yours. Your inexperience was overpowered by your intoxicated state of mind. The alcohol seemed to take over and your mouth and tongue moved on their own.

“As much as I would like to join you, we need to go quickly before someone sees us,” Eric urged you and you parted in dismay. The venue your sister had rented for the wedding was huge and you found yourself locked in a room on the fourth floor, far far away from the rest (most importantly from Changmin).

The beautiful purple dress was now lying somewhere in a corner (but you made sure they took it off carefully) and your bra was nowhere in sight. Pressed against the wall both of your nipples were being taken care of by the two boys. Someone was biting, someone was licking and it all felt like heaven. Sunwoo’s thigh in between your legs prevented you from rubbing your legs together but you still got a good amount of friction and rubbed yourself on his muscle.

“Who knew that y/n could be so horny? My leg is completely wet from your pussy.”

“Then take your pants off,” you contered, not knowing what exactly came over you. Sunwoo, as well as Eric, wasted no time in discarding their pants and underwear and left you staring at the two most beautiful dicks you had ever seen. And also the first ones. You didn’t move, not really knowing what to do. They must have noticed too as they each took your hand and led it to their cocks. They slowly guided your hands up and down their shafts. After a while they let go and you rubbed a bit quicker, enjoying the effect you had on them.

The logical next step was to suck so you knelt down. First, you let your tongue taste Sunwoo’s tip and he let out a heavy sigh. Feeling more confident, you started by licking up his shaft before wrapping your mouth around the head. It was big and tasted a bit salty but it felt so good knowing that you were bringing pleasure to this pretty boy.

“Baby, do you want to taste me too?” asked Eric and you switched. Now you were sucking Eric’s length and stroking Sunwoo. Eric let out small moans and grabbed your hair tightly. You looked up at him and admired his physique (you hadn’t noticed that they had taken off their shirts).

They took turns using your mouth and even started gently thrusting and you were a bit overwhelmed with how thick they were. Eric’s pumps were getting quicker but suddenly pulled out. Did you do something wrong?

“Fuck, y/n! You’re going to make me come already. We haven’t even shown you the real thing.” Sunwoo helped you stand up and then pulled your panties down. He picked you up and lay you down on the bed. Before you could register anything happening, you suddenly felt something very wet connecting with your heat. Sunwoo had licked a strip up your pussy. Your body arched as he sucked on your clit, the sensation feeling overwhelming.

“Look how sensitive y/n is. I wonder how our baby will react when we put our dicks inside.”

“I’m a virgin!” you suddenly blurt out. You weren’t sure why you told them but it probably wasn’t wrong to let them know.

“That’s okay, baby,” Eric responded while Sunwoo began fucking you with his tongue, “We’ll take good care of you.”

Sunwoo moved to the side and Eric took his place in between your thighs. He then planted a big kiss on your lips as he pushed one finger inside. The sensation felt a bit foreign. Of course you had fingered yourself before but having someone else do it was very different. Instead of going super fast like you had expected, he took his time. It was easy to adjust and soon you felt another finger at your entrance.

Your pussy took the second digit in as well but this time the discomfort was more noticeable. Apparently it was also visible on your face because Sunwoo began exchanging wet kisses with you and massaged your nipples as a distraction. He mumbled soft praises against your mouth, telling you how good you were being.

“I think y/n is ready,” Eric said after a while. You had been approaching your climax and felt a bit disappointed.

“You do have condoms, right?” you asked a bit panicked, remembering that you were not on the pill. Sunwoo stood up and picked out condoms from their pants. He held them up while smirking at you. Seems like they came prepared.

Once you felt more comfortable, you gave him a nod and he started moving. Sunwoo began very slowly but as you started showing signs of pleasure he increased his speed. He was placing hickeys all over your collarbone and neck and you were tugging at his hair. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see Eric watching you while stroking himself, patiently waiting for his turn. Slowly Sunwoo’s breaths and thrusts started becoming sloppier and then, while moaning out your name, he came hard in his condom.

Sunwoo rolled the condom over his hard penis and aligned himself at your entrance. He stroked your face.

“You have nothing to worry about. Try to relax.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile as if to tell him that you were going to be just fine. He kissed you deeply as he pushed in. The sensation felt overwhelming so you grabbed onto Sunwoo’s arms. He held still while trying to distract you with kisses.

He was trying to catch his breath but Eric left him no time and pushed him aside. Without any hesitation, he shoved his dick right into you and began pumping. He started with an already high speed so you felt quite a strong sensation from the start. He held you by your hips and kept a fast pace. Your eyes were rolling back in pleasure as he was fucking you hard. It didn’t hurt, it was like waves of pleasure were running over you. Since he had already jerked off when Sunwoo had had his turn, he didn’t last as long as the other boy did.

“Can I come on you?” he asked you as he picked up the speed even more. Barely being able to respond you slightly nodded and he suddenly pulled out. He took off the condom, stroked his throbbing length a few times and then shot his load all over your body. Some landed on your belly, some on your tits and some even on your face. Eric let out stuttering groans as he unloaded his cum onto you. Thinking you were done, you tried to get up but was quickly pushed back down onto the mattress.

“You didn’t come yet,” Eric stated matter-of-factly. He lowered his face to your heat and started lapping. You felt very sensitive and gasped in surprise when you felt Sunwoo playing with your clit. Damn, these boys definitely knew what they were doing. Like this, you came closer and closer to your high. At this point you were sure that you were screaming a lot but didn’t know whether anyone could comprehend your words. Feeling that you were almost there, Sunwoo and Eric picked up their pace and, not long after, your eyes rolled back into your head and darkness took over.

Your orgasm was very intense and wet. After your body had finished, you felt very weak and exhausted but satisfied. Not really being able to open your eyes again you just lay there. You barely noticed the boys cleaning you up before sleep overtook you.

You woke up feeling extremely sore in between your legs. Opening your eyes was tough but when you did you wished you hadn’t. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. First of all, you were completely naked and so were the two boys next to you. Even worse was that these were your brother’s members, the only people you had sworn to avoid any romantic (let alone sexual) contact with. Your head was also hurting and you felt like throwing up. So this is what alcohol did to you.

Sunwoo and Eric seemed to be still sleeping so you just quickly dressed yourself and ran out of the room. How do you even deal with this kind of situation? Now you had to avoid Sunwoo and Eric for the rest of your life and also had to keep a big secret from Changmin. If he ever found out you’d be dead but what would happen to the two guys who had fucked you seemed to be an even worse fate. You felt kind of dirty having been used by two men but at the same time it had felt so good. You even came and that amount of pleasure was something you had never felt before. Sadly, this kind of scenario could only ever happen again in your dreams.

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yelenasdog · 3 years ago

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rebel girl (vic de angelis x fem!singer!reader)

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 REBEL GIRL 𝐁𝐘 BIKINI KILL

(listen while reading for best experience)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff with a sprinkle of angst for .0000002 seconds

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a kiss during a shared performance turns into something more.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2.3k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, kissing, drinking, my attempts at writing roman dialect and italian, and i believe that’s it.

𝐚/𝐧: ok so i know not a whole lot abt måneskin so if anything abt this in terms of the band or how they perform is inaccurate forgive me! but i think vic is hot and this song makes me think of her LOL. thanks for reading, and enjoy the fic!! <3

(all translations will be linked at the end of the fic)

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The cheers of the crowd were deafening, but it seemed the beating of her own heart was even louder. Lights flashed a plethora of neon colors, and those on the stage looked liked silhouettes moving about freely.

Ethan nodded at Thomas, quickly bringing down his stick to the tightly spread plastic.

Thomas bobbed his head, starting to play the opening riff.

Select members of those in attendance began to cheer, just the opening notes being enough to give away what was about to be performed.

“For our last song tonight, we’d like to bring out someone you all know and love.” Damiano spoke into his mic, wrapping an arm around Vic’s neck and allowing her to lean down into the microphone in his hand.

“She’s someone that everyone, including myself, heavily admire as an icon of the generation and a true Riot Grrrl.” 

Her eyes closed, a deep breath inhaled and exhaled through her painted mouth. She jumped up and down in her heeled boots, face pointed towards the rickety ceiling of the venue as she did so. She ran a ring adorned hand over her earpieces and made a funny face, making sure they were adjusted to her liking.

A stagehand appeared to her right, handing her a microphone and wishing her good luck. She smiled, responding with a quick “thanks” and a smile.

Victoria looked over from her place on the stage with Damiano, a devilish glint in her eye.

“Here for one night only, London let us introduce” he yelled, leaning down to Vic’s level once more, allowing them to both speak at once, “Y/n Y/l/n!”

A roar erupted from everyone in the building as the aforementioned strutted on stage, lifting the mic to her lips.

“That girl thinks she’s the queen of the neighborhood, she’s got the hottest trike in town.” She started, finding her mark in the center of the stage.

“That girl, she holds her head up so high, I think I wanna be her best friend yeah.” Damiano’s raspy voice let out next, both of their voices mixing together like honey as they started the chorus.

“Rebel girl, rebel girl, rebel girl you are the queen of my world.

Rebel girl, rebel girl.”

“I think I wanna take you home” Y/n began, Damiano then taking over.

“I wanna try all your clothes.” He finished, both him and Y/n groaning in unison to the song.

Vic would be lying if she said she didn’t have to clear both her throat, and her mind. Thomas’ fingers worked skillfully and quickly on the neck of his guitar on the small transitional solo, his focus staying on the cool steel.

Damiano held up his tattooed hand, making a talking motion as he sang and rolled his eyes, “When she talks, I hear the revolution.”

Y/n came up behind Vic, one hand running across her hip, the other on her own as she chose to lean into Vic’s mic over her shoulder, “In her hips, there’s revolutions.”

The lead singer then strutted across the stage back to Ethan, propping a leg up on the base of his kit, and then walking back singing, “When she walks, the revolution’s coming.”

Knowing what line was coming up next, the bassist held her breath, and looked down. It was short lived, though, as Y/n picked up her chin with her pointer finger, forcing her to look her in the eyes. She moved his slowly to Victoria, their lips nearly brushing, her touch feather light.

“In…her…kiss…” she slowly sang, dragging it out longer than in the original song and than in rehearsal. She quickly turned her head, falling to her knees with one side to Vic and one to the audience, her hair cascading over her features.

“I taste the revolution!”

She smiled at Vic as she pushed herself up, a goofy grin plastered onto her face as she allowed Damiano to take the chorus. Victoria replied with only a small smirk, her dark eyeshadow glittering under the colorful lights, making her look like some kind of gothic angel, or celestial being.

Resuming singing, Y/n walked back to the front of the stage, her and Damiano switching every verse. She sat down on the edge, letting her legs dangle over the high surface, feeling fingertips barely touch her unclothed thigh.

“That girl thinks she’s the queen of the neighborhood.”

“I got news for you,”

They both pointed their mics into the audience as the screen behind them flashed “she is!” Allowing the crowd, as well as Thomas, Vic, and Ethan to all scream the two words loudly and in sync.

“I know she is,” her and Dami both sang, as he wrapped an arm around Vic’s neck,

“My best friend yeah”

The chorus continued for a final time, Victoria stomping her heavy platforms on the wooden stage, biting her lip as she performed.

Y/n made her way over to Thomas’ side, jumping to his left and swaying her hair, a knowing smile appearing on his face upon seeing Victoria’s gaze falling upon her movements.

Victoria made rounds to Ethan and then to Thomas, passing Y/n and lightly tapping her hip with her own.

Y/n skipped over to Damiano as he did to her, the pair meeting in the middle briefly for the “love you like a sister, always.”

Victoria returned to her spot from the start, and Damiano found his way to Thomas. Y/n continued on towards the ethereal bassist. The both of them were simultaneously singing to the aforementioned in harmony, nearing the end of the song.

“Soul sister, rebel girl,

Come and be my best friend,

Really, rebel girl.”

Y/n dragged a hand across Vic’s chiseled cheekbone, and in that moment Victoria had taken on the title of a muse for the woman standing in front of her.

“I really like you” she sang to her, lowering her mic as they looked into each other’s eyes, her chest heaving. It was like the music had been reduced down to a slight buzzing, and the thousands of peering eyes meant nothing. They were untouchable.

Y/n resumed for the last line, never breaking her eye contact.

“Be my rebel girl.”

It seemed like a question, a proposal of sorts from one to another, as Y/n’s hand dropped once more.

Victoria quirked a brow as if to ask “are we really doing this?” To which Y/n muttered “fuck it” with a laugh.

Victoria’s hands found either side of Y/n’s face, her calloused fingers rough, yet gentle. Y/n’s own hands found one lazily draped over waist, the other over her shoulder to pull her close.

And in what probably the entirety of the building could have guessed would happen (maybe just not on stage, in that exact moment) they closed the gap between themselves, their lips connecting in a sweet kiss.

Chants and yells of encouragement were whooped by the band and crowd alike, as Damiano raised the mic and the final notes played.

“Y/n Y/l/n everybody!”

They pulled apart, sweaty foreheads against each other’s sides as they turned towards everyone, waving. They were quickly joined by the rest of the group, and Y/n stepped away, leaning into the microphone still hooked on the stand in the center of the stage.

“Let’s hear a huge round of applause for the wonderfully mad Måneskin!” She shouted, the roar of the crowd even louder. She raised her hands in the air, then moving one to her ear, gesturing for them to be louder. They complied, and Y/n took out her earpiece for a moment, soaking in what the band had created.

Vic shouted to Y/n over the noise, waving her over.

“Come on, bow with us!”

Y/n shook her head, not wanting to intrude any further to which Thomas reached out an arm, pulling her over. A bright smile covered her face as Vic reached out, wrapping an arm around her waist only for a second.

Hands joined, they all leaned forward in a dramatic bow, coming back up and waving.

All in sync, they all yelled “thank you, London!”

They looked around for a small period of time afterwards, still having a hard time believing that this was their new reality.

Looking to her right, and seeing Y/n doing the same, Vic decided that Y/n was a specific part of said “new reality” she didn’t quite want to let go of.

So after saying one more goodbye and exiting the stage, the bassist remained silent. It slightly worried Y/n, who had noticed the girl’s lack of communication while she had been thanking the rest of the band members for allowing her to share the stage with them.

“Is Victoria alright?” She asked Damiano, to which he only chuckled before replying.

“She’s fine, trust me. Give her a little bit of time and she will be back to normal.”

Y/n just gave him a tight lipped smile, not completely convinced.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed as Victoria slipped into her dressing room, locking the door.

The rest of the group, already having had a few drinks, was out the door, waiting on a cab.

“Y/n? You and Vic coming?” Ethan questioned.

She nodded, though she was unsure if that was the case, doing her best to cast a reassuring smile in his direction.

Once she made sure they were gone, she knocked twice on the heavy door. Before she could even announce it was her, Vic’s voice rang out.

“Vattene, Damiano!”

“Victoria?” Y/n’s tone floated through the door to the other side, and Victoria face palmed and silently cursed herself. She quickly got up and unlocked the door, regretting her harsh tone.

“Y/n, hi.”

“Hi.” She responded, slight uneasiness about her. Victoria picked up on this immediately, her brows furrowing and her eyes softening.

“Are you alright, Y/n?”

The other girl scoffed and looked at her feet. Scared to break any boundaries now that they weren’t on stage, Victoria cautiously lifted a hand towards her chin, softly picking it up like Y/n had before.

Her voice sounded wavy as she spoke, her jaw slightly hanging slack.

“Actually, I came here to ask the same thing.”

Victoria tilted her head like a confused puppy, leaning up against the doorframe.

“Why? What happened?”

Struggling to find the right thing to say, Y/n began to trip over her words.

“Well, I just, you know, on stage and everything- we were super, y’a know, close and everything and I didn’t wanna, I don’t know. Make you uncomfortable or overstep any boundaries or anything, and if it was just a kiss I didn’t wanna overthink it or read into but, I mean, I really liked it but you seemed to go quiet so-“

Victoria cut off her painful rambling with another kiss, taking firm hold of her arms and moving her inside with her and closing the door with her foot.

“Wow.” Y/n said when they finally pulled apart, her eyes as wide as dinner plates and her pupils the size of the moon.

“Yes, wow.” Vic chuckled, moving a piece of Y/n’s stray hair behind her ear.

“You’re very different when you’re on stage, Y/n. You know that?” She asked, admiring how the fluorescent lights above illuminated Y/n’s features in the most wonderful way.

Victoria had decided she liked her most like this. Vulnerable, sweaty, and with the biggest heart eyes she’d ever seen.

“That’s what I was afraid of.” She laughed.

“No.” Vic frowned, taking her hands. “It’s not a bad thing. Not at all.” She brought her over to the velvet sofa in the corner of the room. “It’s admirable.”

“How?” She asked with a small smile.

“Easy. Because even though your stage persona is lovely,” she laughed, “I think I like this Y/n even better. She seems like she’s kind, and has a big heart with lots of love to give.”

Stunned, the other girl just smiled like an idiot, leaning forward and pecking Vic’s lips.

“Well, what about you?”

“What about me?” The bassist replied, enjoying the banter forming between the pair.

“Why’d you go all radio silent? I’d never heard of Victoria De Angelis from EuroVision winning band Måneskin to do such a thing.” She exclaimed in what was the worst accent Victoria had heard in her life.

(Though, it was endearing, she’d admit.)

“Truly? I was thinking about how to ask you out. If you even wanted me to ask you out, all of that.”

Y/n’s eyes somehow got even bigger, and she laughed, tucking her legs beneath her.

“How is that even a question?” She exclaimed.

“Like I said, you are different on stage from off it. I didn’t know if it was just a front, a performance.”

This time it was Y/n’s turn to roll her eyes and lean in, encapsulating Victoria’s lips with her own.

“It wasn’t just a show, I’d love to go out with you, Vic.”

They both giggled like school girls hidden under the bleachers, leaning in for another kiss. It was hot and heavy, yet slow and sweet. It was everything either girl had hoped for.

And thanks to a certain Italian doofus, or 4, it would be momentarily put on pause. Mid-make out four loud knocks startled the girls, causing the two do them to pull away.

“Victoria! Daje! Perché non rispondi al telefono, eh? Stiamo aspettando- oh. This makes sense.“ Damiano burst through the door, Ethan and Thomas stood behind him with not-so-surprised looks painted on their faces.

“Realmente? Realmente, Damiano?” She scoffed. “Stai manzo!”

“Sorry, guys. Enjoy yourselves.” He turned over his shoulder to the rest, slowly shutting the door.

“Sicuro di dire che non verranno con noi.” He snickered, as did the others.

“Eccallà!” Ethan remarked, to which, not that Vic and Y/n knew, Thomas shoved him to the side.

Victoria sighed, returning to face Y/n.

“So. Where were we?”

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i hope yall liked that!! mwah make sure to reblog if u did <333 take care of urself!

translations

#vic de angelis #vic de angelis x reader #vic de angelis fic #vic de angelis imagine #vic de angelis x fem reader #victoria de angelis #victoria de angelis x reader #victoria de angelis x fem reader #victoria de angelis imagine #måneskin #maneskin fic #måneskin fic #we will rock queue #yelenasdog #also if anyone noticed yes i did remove one lyric bc i know tumblr is touchy upon what wlw can say it and i didnt wanna piss anyone off

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 2)

(part 1)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself. except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

word count: 3k

chapter warnings: kinda smut? (male masturbation), stalking (not bucky lol), a bit a violence, angst

It had been a month. Well, 29 days, to be exact; he’d been counting them. 29 days since he’d seen so much more than he was supposed to, and he was pretty sure you’d seen him too. 29 days of tense silence as he wondered if you were ever going to say anything about it.

It must have been that you hadn’t seen him, if you hadn’t said anything for so long. But god, it really did feel like you were looking right into his eyes as you came that night. He knew the reality was that it was a horrible mistake and he was a terrible person for looking at you like that, and that he was never going to be any closer to you than watching someone else pleasure you; he knew that truly. But regardless, that moment had been playing on repeat in his mind for 29 days.

And now, as he took his shower, he prepared to finish off day 29 and start day 30.

“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, head falling back against the cool tile as his hand stroked slowly over his cock. He’d dreamt about you (again) and woken up so hard that it actually hurt; so this wasn’t a continuation of his perversion, or his unhealthy obsession, no, it was pain relief. It was medicine, really.

In his dream, like always, it had been him between your legs in the back of the car and not that other guy— who he’d seen on TV the other day, dying in the first five minutes of an episode of some awful CW drama, by the way. It killed him that he couldn’t know how you really taste, or how you really would sound saying his name, but the best guess of his subconscious would have to do. He tried to conjure in his mind how you sounded that night, each frame of the memory burned into his brain until it was what he saw every time it closed his eyes.

Baby.

That was what you’d said first, and it still made his heart stop every time it echoed in his head. Baby.

The word itself was sort of innocuous, but it was the way you said it— just below your breath, deep but airy— and what it meant. It was a plea: you were begging him to touch you, to make you feel good, to help you. Bucky could listen to you beg for hours, it would be like music to his ears; like poetry, even.

Later that night, when he’d given you the rest of his sandwich, he’d gotten the closest he ever would to hearing you moan his name. What you’d said originally was just ‘oh my god, Bucky, this is so good’ and it was just generic enough that he could imagine it being a little more specific. Sure, it was stupid to get off on memories of you praising a sandwich (that you ate while drunk in the shower) but it still did wonders for him as his hand pumped his length faster and faster.

Oh my god, Bucky, it feels so good— you feel so good. You’re so good. Oh my god, Bucky—

He bit down on his lip, already so close to the edge that there was no turning back, toes curling underneath the stream of hot water as his breathing moved just as quick as his thoughts— thoughts of you in the back of the car, or in the shower with your foggy silhouette just barely visible to him, or doing all sorts of things that he’d never seen you do but he’d love to pretend he had.

“Oh my god, Bucky!” you yelled as you swung open the door, a choked moan jumping out of his throat in shock as his eyes shot open, come starting to spill down over his hand.

You couldn’t see him through his shower curtain, thank all that’s holy, but it was a sort of sensory overload as he tried to process what was going on mid-orgasm.

“What?!” he yelped, voice clearly rougher but hopefully not in a way you would find suspicious.

“Come quick,” you requested.

Already did, he thought to himself with a shudder of guilt.

“What’s going on?”

“There’s somebody in the yard,” you explained frantically, “it’s probably nothing, but I don’t know how they got past the gate—”

Your mitigation was lost to him as he was already turning off the flow of water, the evidence of his misdeed already washed away, leaving only the ringing in his ears and the burning in his cheeks as reminders.

You stepped out into the hall to give him just enough privacy to slip on a robe, which he was certain he looked ridiculous in but he really had no choice. Storming out of the bathroom, he wasn’t sure he was ready to confront a potential threat while dripping wet and barefoot, but the whole point of him living here most of the week was so he could keep you safe at all times— apparently, shower time included.

“Stay inside,” he instructed you quickly, “and stay out of the line of sight of any windows and doors, got it?”

You nodded, and he could tell you were scared. He hated that you had to worry about this sort of stuff. He was glad to be there to help, yes, but he would rather this line of work didn’t need to exist at all even if it put him out of a job. You waited for him there as he pushed past you and moved through the living room, considering whether or not he should grab a weapon from the safe he kept hidden in this room— but then he glanced to his left arm, drying quicker than the rest of him, and remembered he already had a weapon.

By the time he reached the door he could hear someone shouting your name outside. As Bucky flipped on the damn-near-blinding security light on your porch and entered the yard, he saw a guy— smaller than him, but not exactly tiny— who seemed to ignore him and the light completely as he continued his desperate attempts to get your attention.

“This is private property, you need to leave,” Bucky told the man in his best ‘stern but not quite yelling’ voice.

“Is she home?” he asked him instead, totally unfazed by the warning. As the fan looked back up and called your name again, Bucky shivered with the realization that he was looking up at your bedroom window. Had he already seen you there? Or, worse, did he have some other way of knowing which window was your bedroom?

“You need to get out of here before I call the police. You’re trespassing,” Bucky continued, pushing the man back towards the gate. Sadly, Bucky knew from experience the police weren’t that concerned about celebrity stalkers— you and him had both called to no avail once they learned the name of the homeowner. It made his blood boil just to think about it.

“Hey, let go of me!” the man resisted, pushing Bucky back. He seemed to sober up a bit when Bucky’s face changed, though, but it was too late. He tried to duck but totally missed, and Bucky’s right fist made contact with his jaw. “Ow!” he screeched, cowering and trying to cover his face. “What the fuck?! That’s assault— you just assaulted me!”

“And you’re trespassing. And harassing. And probably stalking,” Bucky listed, continuing to guide the man back towards the gate. “Tell me how you got in here. Did you hop the fence?”

He couldn’t go any further back as the man was pressed back against a stone column, squirming a bit but otherwise putting up little fight— or maybe he was actually trying his best, and it was just lost on someone as strong as Bucky.

Unamused by his stammering and lack of an answer, Bucky brought his metal fist to the column right beside the man’s face, hitting hard enough to break off a sizable chunk of the stone. “Tell me!” he demanded.

“There’s a tree out back, I climbed it!” he explained with a whimper, “I’m sorry!”

“Don’t come back here, you hear me? Or this—” Bucky pointed to the dent in the column that he’d made— “will be your face!”

Letting him go and swinging open the gate a bit, the man ran away of his own volition, stumbling down the street and out of the glowing light of the streetlamps. Bucky let out a low sigh, hoping it was the last of him but terrified that it wouldn’t be. He made a mental note to call a landscaper about trimming this mysterious tree in the back, or maybe chopping it down altogether, as he made his way back inside. He found you in the living room, chewing your nails nervously and watching him step closer with wide, watery eyes.

“He’s gone,” Bucky informed you quickly.

“Thank you,” you mumbled.

“You okay?” he asked gently.

“Um, yeah,” you decided, but you didn’t seem so confident. Even so, he wasn’t sure what more he could do.

“Oh, I broke your pillar, by the way. Sorry.”

“I saw that,” you smiled a little, but he frowned.

“I told you to stay out of sight of the windows,” he reminded you.

You sighed. “I know, I know, I just…” you trailed off, lip quivering a little as you got emotional again. “I know it’s stupid but—”

“No, don’t say that,” he interjected.

“— but I was so scared,” you finished, voice wavering as you ran towards him, suddenly pulling him into a tight hug. It took him by surprise, but he figured it was okay to hug you back. He was only wearing a robe, he suddenly remembered, and your face was against the exposed portion of his bare chest. If he hadn’t gotten off just minutes ago, he certainly would’ve gotten hard just from that (embarrassingly enough).

“Hey, it’s okay,” he soothed gently, indulging himself in resting his chin on top of your head as he stroked your hair.

“Thank you,” you mumbled against his skin, pulling him even closer, “god, I don’t even know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t been here.”

A pang of guilt rattled in his chest; you trusted him so completely and he was crushing on you, spying on you (only the once, but still), taking advantage of your need for protection, staying in your guest bedroom and jerking off to you in your shower— when had he turned into an unstoppable pervert?

“Will you stay in my room tonight?” you asked him suddenly, looking up at him with those big shiny eyes and a pouty lip.

“Oh nonononono,” he shook his head, instantly recognizing that trap.

“No, Bucky, please,” you whimpered, “that guy might come back, I don’t want you all the way across the house.”

“I shouldn’t— I’d be overstepping—” he stammered.

“Please,” you sighed, and he sighed too, because when you said it like that, he couldn’t say no to you.

Bucky had insisted on staying on the floor as opposed to getting up on your bed, which was a drag but whatever. At least you had a lot of good spare blankets and pillows to make him a comfy-looking pallet. He seemed to agree when he appeared behind you in the doorway to find you on your knees on the floor, putting it all together.

“You didn’t need to do that, I’m pretty good at sleeping on floors as-is,” he dismissed.

“No, I’m happy to!” you beamed, turning around and choking a bit when you looked up at him in his pajamas. Even though they were still pretty conservative, specifically sweats and a scoop neck sweater-y sort of top, it was probably more than you’d ever seen of him since his uniform was very concealing. You were kind of hoping to catch a glimpse of his metal hand— you didn’t get to see it much because he wore driving gloves the vast majority of the time, and you hadn’t really been paying attention when it was exposed earlier by his just being in a robe— but he was noticeably leaning against the doorframe in such a way that you couldn’t see it. The thing that really got a reaction out of you was his dog tags, though; you’d never seen him wear them before and there was something perfect about the way the silver chain dangled over the slight peek of collarbone visible above his neckline. “Aren’t you warm wearing that much to bed?”

“No, it’s fine,” he dismissed. You hoped he wasn’t wearing more just for your benefit. Shirtlessness would’ve benefited you more, certainly. In fact, now you felt kind of bad that you were just wearing a thin, silky short-and-tank set. Hopefully it didn’t make him uncomfortable.

Getting up from the floor, you slipped under your covers and motioned for him to do the same. He turned off your lamp first, stealing your last chance at a good view of the hand, and you heard him get comfortable on the floor.

“Thank you for this,” you mumbled quickly into the darkness. “I don’t think I’d be able to fall asleep if you weren’t in here.

“Oh, of course,” he replied softly.

“Goodnight,” you whispered.

“Goodnight,” he answered back, and his low, sleepy voice was somehow both soothing and energizing.

You weren’t sure if you even tried to fall asleep, or how long you laid staring out into the void of the darkness. It was so dark in your room that you saw purple spots dancing in the corners like static as your eyes adjusted, incomprehensible shapes forming to make up for the lack of visual stimulation. You wished that there was enough ambient light to be able to see Bucky’s shape on the floor and know he was there; instead, you settled for the subtle sound of his slow breathing. When you heard him adjust slightly, you decided maybe just the breathing wasn’t enough to be sure it was really safe.

“Bucky?” you whispered under your breath. “Are you awake?”

“Yes,” he answered, making you sigh with relief.

“I can’t sleep.”

“I thought you said you wouldn’t be able to sleep if I wasn’t here.”

“But I never said you being here would make me sleep,” you pointed out.

“Then I should go,” he decided.

“No, please,” you hissed, “don’t go.”

“Okay.”

You took a deep breath. “Tell me something,” you requested.

“Tell you what?”

“I don’t know, anything.”

He paused for a moment. “Will it help you sleep?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged.

Bucky sighed, and you heard him turn on his side. “Want me to tell you a bedtime story?” he asked, sarcasm noticeable even in a whisper.

“Yes,” you announced with a smile.

“Okay,” he pondered, “um… once upon a time—”

“Good start,” you rolled your eyes.

“No interrupting!” he scolded.

“Sorry…”

“Anyways, once upon a time there was a princess, who lived in a castle in the Isle of Manhattan.”

“A castle?” you asked excitedly.

“A somewhat modest castle, but yes. One with big golden gates and marble columns. The princess didn’t live all alone in her castle though— at least, not all the time. She had many royal attendants, and servants, and plenty of friends of course. But the problem with being a beautiful, kind, generous princess is that sometimes people get too friendly and want to visit her in the castle when she’d rather be alone. Thankfully, the princess had a last line of defense—”

“Let me guess, a knight in shining armor?” Or more like knight with shining arm.

“Wish I could say so,” he disagreed. “No, this princess needed something a little fiercer, and that was why a dragon guarded the castle.”

“A dragon?!”

“Mhmm. A big, scary dragon with sharp teeth and big wings, that breathed fire on anyone who got in his way. The thing about knights is that they’re noble, and handsome, and righteous. But righteousness prevents people from doing bad things, and sometimes bad things need to be done to protect good things. So, knights can’t protect princesses like they should. That’s what dragons are for. They’re mean and nasty— it’s their nature, after all— and sometimes you need somebody burnt up, so you call a dragon and he’ll deal with it for you. And this dragon was the meanest and nastiest of them all, and he’d burnt a lot of people in his time. Oddly enough, the princess was still nice to him, but she had a lot of knights and princes and kings who wanted her hand. Good thing the dragon was there to pick off the worst ones.”

You giggled a little, even though your heart was racing.

“The dragon watched over the castle every night— well, five nights a week… cause the princess wanted weekends to herself— but, still, he was very dedicated and did his best to keep her safe. Sometimes he would take her to whatever lavish ball she had been invited to that week; she would ride on his back as he flew there, even though he was pretty scared she would fall off or something. And sometimes…”

Your breath caught at the pause, waiting anxiously for what would come next.

“Sometimes the dragon wished he wasn’t a monster. But if he wasn’t a monster, then he couldn’t keep her safe. So, he resigned himself to a life outside the castle, because at least he could be near her— even if she was impossibly far away.”

You swallowed as you tried to process it, finding yourself at a complete loss for words.

“The end,” he whispered gently, before giving you a goodnight and saying your name in a way that he’d never said it before— at least, you’d never heard him say it that way before. But you really, really hoped you’d get to hear it again. You did manage to fall asleep eventually, dreaming about flying and wishing you didn’t have to wake up.

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