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ieatnomnom9823 · 10 months ago

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stupid headcanons no one asked for and make 0 sense

me and my friend enjoy in making the most shit headcanons to exist so i'm gonna share some of them bc why the fuck not?

princess kenny is an amazon box

kyle only knows how to play football because of how much he kicks Ike

cartman vibes to this video: https://youtu.be/PDJLvF1dUek?list=RDgBpdSlgR5qM (thats not mine btw)

butters has a MLP figure he literally sleeps with and treats it like his own child

everyone is sort of worried about butters obsession to that toy

the plural of kenny is in fact not kennies, but kennys

kyle not only kicks babies, but he also throws them

butters genuineley thinks the rickroll is a banger

kenny and cartman have the weirdest fucking pinterest feed *cough* maid catboys, shitty t-shirts, those random-ass pictures with text over them, like memes kinda but not with a very specific color text and font, the most random stickers and flags like bibble idk they really like bibble though also this totallyyyy isn't inspired by my feed *cough*

stan dedicates his LIFE to minecraft parkour. i'm talking watching those low guality parkour things with screenshits from the interent and he is a GOD at hypixel housing parkour (i came up with this because i have hypixel parkour open rn)

kenny is #1 lemon demon fan. i will NEVER change my mind about this.

craig literally sleeps with a fucking metal pipe.

instead of warming glasses of milk by pouring milk into a cup and microwaving the cup, he literally puts the whole fucking CARTON IN THE MICROWAVE AND THEN PUTS IT IN A CUP

instead of repenting your sins, cartman repeats his sins ( i just really needed to say that phrase today)

kyle is so weezer coded

stan's the type of mf to say "chat" instead of "guys"

anytime someone makes a dirty joke butters just akwardly smiles politely bc he doesn't get it but he's too embarrassed to ask what it meant

i found a picture this is exactly cartman and kenny's feed:

(that was my first screenshot since cleanig my files out other then the random bunny thing i drew in class cuz i was fucking boerd and had no idea what was going on)

stuart, randy, gerald, and steven (or whatever the fuck their name is) are literally besties but HERE ME OUT

randy and gerald are the silly besties like kyle and stan BUT stuart and steven (what the fuck is that man's name) are ALSO besties BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE IN TFBW IN THE STRIP CLUB THEIR WATCHING LADIES DANCE TOGETHER AND THEIR GETTING DRUNK TOGETHER THEIR LITERALLY BEsTIES OMG

craig has flying powers

butters thinks skibidi toilet is peak comedy and that is why everyone hates him (except for literally like 2 people)

why the fuck is his name dougie

FUCKING HOW IS CARTMAN EVEN CAPABLE OF HAVING CLOSE FRIENDSHIPS AND BUTTERS DESERVES BETTER

"life goes onyonyonyonyonyonyonyon" is literally cartman's theme song after trying to kill everyone with some shitty plan he got from watching Megamind or something

kyle literally has trauma from burgers he will NOT eat any burger if you paid him fucking 56,000,000 bucks

kyle is so an elephant he's literally an elephant that's his spirit animal

tweek is literally a turtle idk how i can't describe the vibe but he is ik he's SO not a turtle but he just... idk he is

kenny is a fucking rat i literally have art of me bullying him and calling him a rat

butters is either a bunny or a cat of a duck he's just silly like that

cartman isn't a duck he's a goddamn angry goose

stan is a bear or like a giraffe or something idk ik he's the main character but i don't think about him that much for me

butters is literally in choir guys

HOLY SHIT STAN'S AN ORANGE CAT

craig is the most beaustiful majestic dragon to ever exist

craig's literally my favorite character if you couldn't tell

kenny is too scared to eat cheetos so he eats takis instead

literally everyone loves megamind

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missjessefantastico · 1 year ago

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thank you @juniperhillpatient for the tag <3

10 characters 10 fandoms 10 tags

1. willow rosenberg - buffy the vampire slayer while i agree that buffy is the superior character of all the world, i simply imprinted in this nerdy agent of chaos from day one and there has never been going back, going back to what? to not knowing perfection?! we stan a self-centered problematic queer queen, she has so many layers, she was so many selves, amazing

2. catherine doll dollanganger - flowers in the attic queen, im so sorry that i cannot remember how to spell your last name it's so hard im so sorry, but know that you're my favorite drama queen and your revenge plots are amazing, i have no notes for you!

3. audrina adare - my sweet audrina do i have a thing for gaslighting victims? probably, what a gaslit queen, the most gaslit of all the gaslit, take a nap, eat candy, commit atrocities, i dont think you want to but you deserve it

4. shauna shipman - yellowjackets i do not know how to describe this woman in a way that does her justice, she's an emotional cannibal but also a literal cannibal, she learned to use a knife in the wilderness but can still cut with surgical precision, she's shaking because she wants to kill you so bad, she has brown sad eyes, poor little meow meow and a milf

5. jet - avatar the last airbender does not deserve the hate, you try and raise a bunch of kids while you're also a kid and you're all orphans and you live on trees and there's a war going on then we can talk about morals!

6. connie maheswaran - steven universe i cannot think about her without getting emotional, she came so far, no powers bug she holds her own on a fight, amazing swordfighter, a fucking nerd, the only character with different outfits, first human to fuse with a gem, she's so precious

7. orpheus - hadestown (and like... mythology but im being specific about this version) my boy just wants to write a song so beautiful that'll bring the world back knto tune back into time and all the flowers will bloom but the ones who tell the lies are the solemnest to swear and the ones who load the dice always say the toss is fair he gives me so many feelings okay?

8. lauren cooper - faking it problematic queen, has held people hostage, has blackmailed her sister, has said all kinds of isms (not autism tho) i still love her tho

9. max - camp camp my problem child, what a mess, love the chaos, he's terrible but he's also wholesome sometimes, deserves better parents, please keep stealing david's phone it's funny

10. louise belcher - bob's burgers chaos chaos chaos chaos chaos chaos chaos chaos chaos chaos chaos chaos chaos chaos

tagging @haikyuupaladin @siriwesen @mrsmarymorstan @meddlelyn @hear-the-people-sing @bring-it-on-perra @sinomin @... idk everyone who wants to do this, say i tagged you

#txtjessefantastico

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universellie · 2 years ago

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Would you be interested in writing Headcanons or maybe a short story about Steven dating the reader after the events of future and the gems not knowing? So like one day he goes to visit and his partner is just kinda there with him? How would that go? If you're not interested or if this is too long that's fine. Have a beautiful day <3

Oh my goodness I’d love to do it!! I’m going to do it in a story style from the readers pov, so i hope that’s okay <3 I’m going to make the reader female, if that isn’t what you’d like let me know and I’ll switch it around really quick for you :)

(Steven Universe x f!Reader)

Special ★Secret★

You understood why it was kept secret, your relationship, that is. He was on a mission, a mission to find himself. He had briefly explained his family situation and even though he loved them dearly, they could be slightly overbearing when it came to relationships. You understood he wanted them to meet you in person first.

Steven had met you in a beat up diner in Electric city. You had just finished your job at the cafe around the corner, still wearing your apron you had sat down in the diner that was about ready to close. Ordering a basket of fries and eating them alone, staring out the window at a living breathing city. So many lives and so many people who had some sort of an inclination as to what they wanted to do with their lives. Continuing to munch on the rectangular fried golden delights, a man rushed in. He seemed to be in his early twenties, not much older than you. He had a head of thick, curly hair. Broad shoulders, chunky with muscle. A perfect dad-bod with the strength to knock over a bull. You felt yourself staring longer than you were comfortable with and averted your eyes back outside, watching a man and woman hold hands as they walked down the street.

You couldn’t help it but overhear the man talking to the waiter. “Can I get fries and a burger please?�� He sounded very polite but definitely not from the city.

“Sorry man, we’re about to close after that lady over there leaves. Chef is gone home so no more cooking.” You could feel their gaze on you, now you felt bad for making the waiter have to literally wait on you to eat, and for giving this guy false hope. The man said his thanks and turned to leave. You felt an urge to speak to him, you felt drawn to him in some inexplicable way.

“Hey! I’m sorry I’m just leaving.” You stood up, hurriedly grabbing your bag, coat and scarf including the basket of what was fries. Grimacing you handed the basket to him. “I apologise, it’s only fry bits but there isn’t anywhere left open at this hour.” You smiled, while inside you cringed. ‘Give a stranger you’re half-eaten food, what a lovely gesture.’

He smiled, his eyes lighting up. “I love fry bits! Thank you so much. Want to share the rest?” His voice was so inviting, so welcoming. You didn’t have anything else happening that evening, plus it was raining outside. A little chat with a friendly stranger couldn’t hurt. So you agreed, sitting back down in the booth much to the waiters dismay. You talked, watching as he scoffed down the bits. You spoke about your families, your home, what you do and where you were going.

“To be honest Y/N, I have zero idea where my life is headed. I got in the car and just drove. I’ve been in nineteen states so far and interestingly enough, I haven’t had an encounter such as this before.” He chuckled, looking up at you from the basket. He had thick eyebrows, his eyes were also some shade of brown, almost black. To be this intrigued by a stranger- it made you slightly uneasy.

“I’m glad I could be the one to change that then, Steven.” He smiled, a charming, handsome smile. You could feel a blush rising up your neck, trying to avoid his eye contact.

“Where are you going next?”

“No clue. I don’t have any plans to be honest with you. If anything, I’ll just keep driving until I find something worth going back home for.” He stared longingly out the bistro window. “So, tell me Y/N, why stay in the city if you hate it so much?”You paused, contemplating his question. It was apparent really, lack of money inhibits you from doing much. You weren’t about to admit your poverty to him though, “I’m not sure what else to do.” The answer was short, but true. Just not the full truth. “What’s stopping you?” Steven questioned. His eyes boring into your own, he sat back in his seat, arms folded across his chest, a small grin plastered on his face. “My job, my rent. And the simple fact of where would I even go?” Once again, another half-truth. Steven hummed to himself. “Anywhere. You can go wherever you want.”

“No I can’t, Steven. ” You answered, half laughing at how incredulous and unrealistic his statement was.

“Sure you can! I’ve been talking to you for, what, nearly an hour? I can easily say you would be a great explorer Ms. Y/N.” His smile was so infectious, the pair of you sat in silence for a moment before he looked at you, a twinkle in his eye. “Why not come with me?” He leaned across the table, a full grin on his face now.

“Steven that’s insane, we literally just met!”

“And look how well we get on together! You gave me fry bits, I know we’d be an amazing team.” You shook your head, looking everywhere but his eyes. How stupid was this? A man you’d never met before, talking about going on some crazy adventure together… You looked around for a change of subject.

“Do you miss Beach City?” You questioned him gently, you were incredibly intrigued by him. He was so interesting.

“Everyday.” He answered, the corner of his lips rising in a sad smile. The waiter groaned from behind the reception desk, throwing his hands in the air before stomping over. “Listen love-birds, I want to get home and go to bed. Time to pack up! Im closing with you in or out.” Steven smiled awkwardly nodding, “We’ll leave immediately, thanks for your hospitality sir.” You watched as he laid a generous tip on the table before standing and offering a hand to you. You took it, albeit hesitantly and slid out of the seat. The pair of you walked to the door, arm in arm. “Where to next?” He asked, smiling down at you. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach, gripping his arm that little bit tighter you took a very deep breath.

“Anywhere.”

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The pair of you had traveled across the states and beyond in Stevens little Dondai Supremo. An unlikely and unique beginning yet it was one you wouldn’t change for the world. Your relationship had begun as a friendship and eventually transitioned into a blossoming, loving relationship. Steven was unlike any partner you’d ever had before, so kind and doting. Constantly checking on your well-being and safety. Over the past two years of your relationship he had educated you on his past, his Gem family. His own Diamond Authority. It was hard to believe at first, but the rose quartz gem glistening in his navel every time he took off his shirt was hard to ignore.

“Are you excited?” He asked, the pair of you snuggled in the back of the Supremo. The back chairs folded down to open the trunk into a makeshift bed. Beneath the blankets with scarcely any clothing, your legs were entangled. He draped a lazy arm over your torso, nuzzling into your neck.

“I’m nervous. Meeting your dad, the Crystal Gems. It’s slightly nerve wracking, love.” He chuckled, kissing your shoulder.

“Don’t worry. They’re going to adore you, starlight.” He caressed your side lovingly, humming a tune into your skin. “My dad will love you and the Crystal Gems are going to be so excited to finally meet you.” He pulled you close, turning onto his back and placing you on his chest. “Pearl will be so happy to organise a wedding-“ He placed a kiss on your cheek. “Amethyst will only love to build the ceremony with Bismuth-“ he said as he kissed your other cheek “And Garnet will only love to officiate it. Peridot will probably play flower girl again.” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tight. “You have nothing to worry about, starlight.” You lay down on him, resting your head right beneath his chest. You smiled, when he talked of the two of you getting married you couldn’t help but feel those same butterflies from when you first met.

“I hope you’re right Steven.”

Steven parked the car before a set of wooden stairs, stairs that led to a beach house perched into a cliff face. Upon closer inspection you noticed the carvings of a… woman? No, a gem. Steven caught you staring at it and smiled. “That’s Obsidian. She’s what I and the Crystal Gems fuse to be. She represents us.” He let go of the gear stick and picked up your hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it softly. “Don’t worry, okay? They’ll love you.” He gave a reassuring nod before getting out of the car, you followed suit. He came around the car, grabbing your hand and guided you up the stairs. You had to admit, Beach City was beautiful. It perfectly encapsulated everything Steven was and is.

He stopped before a glass pane door, you were standing a little to the left, out of sight. He wanted to introduce you, since the gems had no idea you were even there. You heard hurried steps and the door swing open. “STEVENNN” A woman’s voice cried out, sobbing sounds following close after.

“Welcome home, Steven.” A silky, sultry voice came through.

“Welcome back buddy!” A voice rougher yet still sweet.

“Hey guys, I’ve missed you all so much.”Steven sounded like he was crying, along with the rest of the entourage. They hadn’t seen each other in years. “Steven you’ve changed so much! Look at you! You’re so much taller and- and stronger?” Steven chuckled. “I grew up Pearl. Not as tall as Pink Diamond me or as buff but, I’m coming close I think.” The raspier voice cackled, you guessed that was Amethyst. Steven had explained she was the one closer to your age group, by a few thousand years…

After the tears and cry’s of joy began to settle, Steven cleared his throat. “Everyone, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” You could hear his footsteps backing up out of door. You turned to your left, he was there with his arm outstretched, fingers splayed and ready to guide you in. You took a deep breath, slowly yet trustingly interlocking your hand with his. When you were in view of the Crystal Gems, their jaws dropped. “Everyone-“ Steven took a breath. “This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” The tallest, which you presumed to be Garnet began to smile almost maniacally. She held her hands in front of her, she looked as if she was really restraining herself from jumping around the room. The small purple gem, Amethyst continued to make a gasping noise. You looked to Pearl who was indeed, still crying. “Hello everyone, it’s very nice to meet you all!” Your greeting seemed to shock them back to reality. They pulled the two of you into the house, Amethyst pushed the pair of you onto the couch.

In almost unison they demanded that you tell them the story of how you met, where Steven has been etc.

So you did.

After hours of conversation and story telling, everyone was relaxing around the sofa. Steven sat at the corner, you laying on his lap while he played with your hair. He ran his fingers along your scalp whilst answering the Gems questions. The sun was beginning to set and to be honest, you were getting tired. “We will go see Bismuth, Lapis and Peri tomorrow.” Steven yawned, stretching in his seat. “If you guys don’t mind- I think it’s about time Y/N and I get some sleep in an actual bed.” Amethyst and Garnet chuckled while Pearl was already on her feet. “I’ll go make the bed and clean the room! It’s probably all dusty and dirty from your dad using it- stay right here.” With that she vanished up the stairs before Steven could even begin to protest. You pulled yourself out of Stevens lap, his hand trailed down from your shoulder to your side. “Excuse me but, where’s the bathroom?” Steven pointed to a door over to the left. You patted him on the thigh before getting up and heading to the toilet. Closing the door, you did your business and overheard the conversation happening outside.

“Steven I am so happy for you. You deserve so much love and happiness. She seems so kind and sweet, the pair of you are destined to be together.” Garnet, how darling of her. You remember Steven telling you she could see the future, you wondered if she had seen the possibility of you. You made a mental note to get her a gift, something that spoke to both Ruby and Sapphire, as a thank you for her hospitality and kindness. In fact, you’d have to do the same for all the gems.

“For real dude, you found a good one. She’s super hot too so you’re extra lucky!” Amethyst cackled, after she settled Steven spoke up. “She was so unexpected. Meeting her in that diner I can’t even begin to explain the feeling I felt. I was drawn to her. I knew I couldn’t let her leave, I probably would’ve never seen her again.” You smiled, shaking your head. It was good to know you weren’t the only one feeling that way then. “Steven I am so proud of you. I hope the pair of you have every happiness in the world. She’s a wonderful girl, truly.” Pearl making her way back down the stairs and putting away what sounded like brushes and pans. “I plan on marrying her someday. I want to make her my wife.” You could hear Garnet squeal in delight and clap feverishly, the rest of them giving silent cheers. You decided now was a good time to go back out before you heard anything else.

“Alright, time to go to sleep.” Steven stood on the first step. “I’ll meet you up there Y/N, I want to make sure my dad didn’t leave anything embarrassing.” You couldn’t help but let loose a small chuckle, Pearl seemed blatantly disrespected in thinking she would ever overlook something as menial as that. The moment you opened up your mouth to say goodnight to everyone, Garnet trapped your shoulder. “Y/N. Thank you.”

“Garnet I should be saying thank you-“

“No Y/N. You saved Steven. I saw the possibilities of what he was intending to do that night in Electric City, and none of it was good. You rescued him from himself with that little act of kindness.” She grabbed your other shoulder now too. “We are forever in your debt.” Pearl and Amethyst nodded together eagerly. “If it wasn’t for you Y/N, we wouldn’t be standing here today, celebrating this moment.” Pearl looked down at her feet, barely able to make eye contact in fear she’d erupt into tears again. To think, over two years of being together and Steven never mentioned how he was feeling that night. Fate really does have a funny way of bringing people together.

“This was the best possibly reality, I may have saved him, but he saved me too. I was at the end of my line. We found each other at just the right time.” Garnet pulled you into a tight hug. Pearl and Amethyst stood nearby, ready to envelop you in one of their own the moment Garnet released you.

After saying your good nights and hugging them all, you climbed the stairs to find Steven already in bed, staring out the window in only his pyjama pants. You stripped, finding your suitcase and pulling on a large t-shirt. You climbed into the bed behind him, plying big spoon and hugging his back as he watched the waves lick the beach. “You’re family is amazing.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to his jaw. You felt him smile, he reached back to rub your hand. “They really are.” He turned around, pulling you into him. “I’m going to marry you someday, Y/N.” He smiled, rubbing circles on your back. “Make it a surprise.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Steven.”

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There is probably some typing errors in there, I’ll edit it again soon, I am just so tired rn-

I hope it was everything you asked for, please feel free to request more :)

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cometcrystal · 3 years ago

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my favs + character flaws

gwen - overshares and then says she’s funny because of trauma

trent - maroon 5 is his favorite band

candace - ships kpop members and larry

jeremy - will sing wonderwall on his guitar at a public park and thinks he’s doing a fun thing

fluttershy - her favorite steven universe character is pearl

discord - runs crazy-acey-in-spacey/doo-doo-snowball-ace

cleo - her twitter account has been suspended 17 times bc she keeps getting into fights

deuce - holds the door for you when you’re 20 feet away so you have to do the half-run so he won’t be standing there for too long

audrey - will say your baby is ugly to your face

uma - is one of those Dog People who thinks cats are evil

evie - stays friends with a straight girl shes crushing on who treats her badly bc she’s delusional

mia - thinks she can Connect with every animal she meets and then gets embarrassed when a stray cat scratches her

yuko - asks for some of your fries and never gets any of her own

mo - mansplains but does it to everyone not just women. he just assumes he knows more about every topic than everyone

addison - says “haha i guess it’s free then” when her card won’t swipe

zed - unironically says swag

violet - legit rolls her eyes when you haven’t read at least 5 books on communist theory and treats you like an idiot for the rest of the convo

tony - repeats “i’m fine with whatever!” and won’t just be the one to decide on a restaurant to eat at

kairi - posts basic instagram captions and thinks it makes her look cool. eg. “we out here” “you already know” “watch me”

sora - says “happy hump day” on wednesdays

riku - tries to act brooding but ends up just being rude when someone else is trying to be polite

daphne - likes candy corn + takes the best piece of pizza first

fred - uses his phone on speaker in the middle of walmart

milo - can’t order his own food without apologizing

kida - no filter. you’ll be at dinner and she’ll come back from the restroom like “sorry i had the runs from a bad burger i ate for lunch”

yakko - goes to school/work when he’s sick because “he’s fine”

wakko - similar to yuko’s but won’t even ask first before he grabs a handful of fries

dot - takes everything you say personally. literally everything. you could say i dont really like burger king and she would be like thats where i had my 7th birthday party. and get mad at you

#autism tag #this is sorted by chronological special interest #this isnt all my favs btw. just the ones i could fit in here without it getting obscenely long

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lostinyourfacade · 3 years ago

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@madrabbiit

Glad you liked that post cause I have a few ideas for steven and louise.

1. I think they meet after the events of su future where he’s traveling in his van just trying to find himself. So he ends up stopping by bob’s burgers on his roadtrip. My boy is very depressed. Drowning his sorrows in greasy fries. He becomes one of their regulars because steven stress eats and eats his feelings.

2. She either gets super psyched steven ready to help people and have fun with them or really depressed bummed out tired steven. There is no in between.

3. Just steven being their babysitter. Because of his powers and past with people literally wanting to kill him they get into a lot of adventures. He always protects the kids though.

4. He acts like the older sibling of the belcher kids. He’s pretty close to gene because they’re kinda similar. He reminds steven a lot of how he used to be when he was younger. He also likes being around bob since he reminds him of his own dad. I feel like louise tires steven but also motivates him to take action in life.

#Here Comes a Thought (headcanons)

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shieldwinter · 4 years ago

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Stucky Fic Rec [Part Three]

Part Three of the fic rec coming at you! Sorry for it coming so late in the day - I was finishing up reading a fic that I wanted to add to this part! I do only add fics that I’ve read, and enjoyed, to this rec so (once again) there will be few, if any, ABO and Shrinkyclink fics! As always; I will provide the Google Doc link where I update the rec regularly, but if you’d prefer it formatted here on tumblr, it is under the cut! If you want to recommend fics, go for it!

Google Doc Link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/10wqr5s-CzkFzLidQgt-y4-cjudHWwVeVPWCedMjK7t0/edit

Don’t Leave Me Asunder

Word Count: 31.1k Rating: Teen and Up Notable Tags: Shrunkyclunks, Veteran!Bucky, Amputee!Bucky Warnings: None Synopsis: Like many other war veterans, Bucky Barnes is alone. He doesn't talk to his family, he has no friends and his only human interactions are with his cleaning crew from Avengers Tower. Plagued by nightmares and pain, he lives each day in isolation. Until the Avengers bring their fight at home and Bucky gets to meet the famous Captain America. To his surprise, both their lives change forever after that.

Far Strayed

Word Count: 18.3k Rating: Mature Notable Tags: Post CACW, Pre Infinity War Warnings: None Synopsis: “They’re not going to stop coming after me,” Bucky tells Steve, somewhere in the air above Siberia. “Let them come,” Steve replies, furious still. After Siberia, instead of seeking refuge in Wakanda, Bucky and Steve go on the run.

All My Chances Again

Word Count: 20.6k Rating: Explicit Notable Tags: Time Travel, Endgame Fix-It Warnings: Smut Synopsis: I love him, Steve thinks into the spiraling ether; I love him; let me tell him. Give me the chance to set that one thing right. If I can’t rest for saving him, let me give him all of me and hope that it’s enough. Or; Steve gets lost in the time matrix, and begs for an out. Seems confession is good for the soul—or so he hopes.

I, Barnes

Word Count: 76.7k Rating: Explicit Notable Tags: Bi!Steve, Bi!Bucky, Period-Typical Homophobia Warnings: Heavy Smut, Talk of Suicide, Non-Consenual Vouyerism, Panic Attacks Synopsis: When Steve finally finds Bucky and brings him home to New York, their reunion doesn't go as planned. Bucky disappears into the bowels of the tower, avoiding Steve at all costs. Bucky believes himself to be broken beyond repair, unworthy of any contact with Steve Rogers. But having finally gotten a taste of being around Steve again, Bucky can't just leave - he needs Steve. In ways he believes prove he's a monster unfit to live.

If Steve Rogers Were Your Boyfriend

Word Count: 70.2k Rating: Mature Notable Tags: Cafe!AU, Barista!Steve, Author!Bucky Warnings: Abusive Relationship (not Steve and Bucky) Synopsis: When he's not editing a magazine he truly loathes or navigating a rocky relationship he truly doesn't deserve, Bucky Barnes writes a fantasy romance column with an unexpectedly loyal internet following about the barista at his favorite cafe. Barista Boyfriend makes these other worlds bearable, but the real world dreamboat isn’t remotely involved; Steve Rogers is just a muse. Everyone loves the column. And it definitely isn’t killing Bucky very gently in 500 word increments, not in the slightest. What kind of a writer can't keep fact and fiction straight? James Fuckin' Barnes, that's who.

Love Me Tender

Word Count: 13.1k Rating: Teen and Up Notable Tags: Canon Divergence Warnings: None Synopsis: Steve is captured by Hydra, who for lack of any other containment options, activate the Winter Soldier and order the man to "take care of Captain America". They really should have been more specific. - OR: Taking care of Captain America is a task that the Soldier's body seems to remember how to do, even if he doesn't understand why.

Falling Back on Forever

Word Count: 24k Rating: Explicit Notable Tags: Revenge Road Trip, Identity Porn Warnings: Smut Synopsis: Bucky falls from the train in 1945. Steve jumps right after him. The Winter Soldier and the Midnight Patriot are the world's most feared duo, serving HYDRA and leaving a trail of bodies a mile wide behind them. But then they remember.

Wishes and Words

Word Count: 48.2k Rating: Explicit Notable Tags: Fantasy!AU, Prince!Steve Warnings: Smut, Past Torture Synopsis: Life is going great until the day Bucky Barnes finds Crown Prince Steven Grant bleeding out on his lands. Then it only gets better.

How Bucky Barnes Won His Second Pulitzer

Word Count: 11.6k Rating: General Audience Notable Tags: Shrunkyclunks, Protective Steve Warnings: None Synopsis: It isn’t like him and Steve go out frequently. Sometimes he’ll stop by Bucky’s apartment and they’ll binge watch tv shows, or Steve will tell him stories from ‘back in the day’. They’ve only gone out in public two or three times and it was merely quick runs to get coffee, or more popcorn. So Bucky really doesn’t understand where this Hydra asshole is coming from when he says: “The reason we took you is because we know the Captain will come running right into our trap.” (aka: bucky is an award winning journalist who really doesn't appreciate being used as bait for a beefed up, spandex-clad super soldier.)

Maybe This Christmas

Word Count: 24.8k Rating: Teen and Up Notable Tags: Shrunkyclunks, Christmas Warnings: None Synopsis: Bucky’s not going home for Christmas. But it’s fine. He’s spending Christmas alone in his apartment, but it’s cool. He’s not feeling up to seeing his family after his accident anyway, plus he has to work. He��s totally fine with it. But then he runs into Steve, literally, and suddenly his Christmas isn’t looking so empty after all.

6 Avenue Local

Word Count: 10.6k Rating: Teen and Up Notable Tags: No Powers!AU, Veteran!Bucky, Graphic Designer!Steve Warnings: None Synopsis: It takes a moment for Steve to add up the features on the man in front of him: those blue-grey eyes, a cleft chin, high cheekbones. Sure, he's older, dirtier, taller, but there's only one person Steve knew who looked like that. "Bucky?" he asks. "Bucky Barnes?" It's been so long since he's said that name out loud. "Yeah, I..." Bucky pauses. "Oh fuck," he says. "I missed my stop." Steve smiles. “Wanna get a burger?” he asks, noting the happy coincidence that Bucky Barnes, of all the people in New York, fell asleep in the same subway car that Steve would walk into, and missed his stop. “Sure,” Bucky says with a shrug. “I could eat.”

Kingdom Come

Word Count: 8.2k Rating: Teen and Up Notable Tags: Missions Gone Wrong, Angst w/ Happy Ending Warnings: Near Death Experience Synopsis: “It’s too late, Steve,” Bucky’s voice across the comm is flat, layered with static. “The deadlock’s irreversible. S’the only way.” Steve knows what nearly dying feels like; knows it better than most, and this—those words, that voice, this impossible burning that courses through him like the serum in reverse, this. This is so much worse than nearly.

Just Me, You, and These Shitty Cigarettes

Word Count: 39.8k Rating: Explicit Notable Tags: Modern!AU, Veteran!Bucky, Barista!Bucky, Artist!Steve Warnings: Smut, Dubious Consent Synopsis: Steve Rogers is pretty sure Natasha's new roommate is trying to kill him. Which he wouldn't mind considering he's been helplessly in love with him since they were thirteen.

Where All Roads Lead

Word Count: 46.1k Rating: Explicit Notable Tags: Shrunkyclunks, Time Travel, Historian!Bucky Warnings: Smut Synopsis: When Steve Rogers inadvertently touches a relic in the course of a mission gone sideways during WWII, he’s catapulted seventy years into the future. Before he's even sure where he's ended up, his search for help puts him in contact with Bucky Barnes, a historian and college professor who has built a career around studying Captain America. With Bucky's help, Steve means to find out how exactly he ended up in 2017, and solve the bigger mystery of how to get home. There's just one problem. The closer they get to their goal, the less certain Steve is that he wants to go home.

Énoument

Word Count: 77.9k Rating: Mature Notable Tags: Shrunkyclunks, Meet-Cute Warnings: Smut Synopsis: When Steve first met Sergeant James Barnes during the New York invasion, he flipped Steve off for calling him a civilian, then roundhouse kicked an alien in the face. They haven't stopped talking to each other ever since, and Steve thought it was normal for him to latch onto the first person who befriended him after coming out of the ice. Nope, turns out he was just pining.

Closed Book

Word Count: 38.8k Rating: Explicit Notable Tags: Amnesia Warnings: Smut Synopsis: Bucky woke up with a headache, a mouth that tasted like something had died in it, and hands-down, swear-to-god, the most beautiful man he had ever seen asleep in his lap. Bucky was also, he realized after a moment, strapped down to a hospital bed with about six different monitors making unsynced, equally piercing, beeps. Beyond that he couldn’t quite see—there was a hideous floral curtain pulled around the bed, and while he could just make out figures moving in the room beyond it, the pattern made his head pound even worse the longer he looked at it. So. That was concerning.

#stucky #stucky fic rec #stucky fic #stevebucky #stevebucky fic #starbucks #wintersheild #steve rogers #bucky barnes #captain america #the winter soldier

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bergarachan · 5 years ago

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A proposal for the fluff prompt,,, I would Weep™️

So this is gonna sound really weird but ive literally never written established relationship before it was so much fun!! the boys, if they were together, would be lovey-dovey goofballs. :”””D enjoy!

“You ready, Shane?” Ryan asked, coming out to the living room. The two were gettng ready to film an episode of weird wonderful world. Ryan saw Shane waiting for him in the living room and gasped. “Woah, you look...” He looked Shane up and down. His boyfriend was wearing a white button-up with patterned navy blue pants. He had a jean jacket over the button-up. Shane looked good. “...Wow.” Was the only thing that came out of Ryan’s mouth.

Shane laughed. “Is that all you’re gonna say?”

Ryan giggled along with him. “Well, yeah, you usually don’t wear stuff like this.” Okay, that was kinda an exaggeration. But usually Shane would wear something more casual than this during filming. Shane and Ryan had been spending the entire day inside, watching movies and playing board games. They had all day to get ready, and he’d even seen Shane planning his outfit about two hours before he had to leave.

“I think it looks good.” Shane said goofily, smiling to himself and making Ryan laugh even more.

“You look look amazing, hon.” Ryan smiled, going on his tip-toes to kiss Shane on the cheek, making his tall counterpart’s smile grow even wider. His boyfriend was such a fucking dork.

The two boys got into the car, Shane immediately sliding in the front seat, a sunny smile on his face.

“What’s got you so happy?” Ryan asked.

Shane shrugged. “It’s a nice day outside.”

It was a nice day outside. Shane and Ryan never got tired of the sunny streets of LA (okay, Shane did sometimes, but they went to Chicago for most holidays, so he didn’t get to complain) and it was a lovely day in August. The sun was out, kids were playing, people were laughing, and it reminded Ryan of why he loved this city so very much.

As they drove, they smiled as the sun started to set. “When’s the crew gonna get to the set?” Ryan asked, staring at the scenery outside.

“They’re gonna be a little late, Ry-guy, so I decided to go out to dinner first.” Shane said. “That alright?”

Ryan frowned. “Late? Why?”

“Brittany texted me a couple hours before we had to leave, she, uh, she said that a couple of the cameras stopped working.”

“What?!” Ryan exclaimed.

“Yeah, crazy, right? They just stopped, all in like, the same night.”

“Maybe there’s something wrong with the camera brand... or some shit,” Ryan muttered to himself. He was fairly happy with dinner, though. Dinner sounded lovely. “Is this why you took the time to pick out your outfit, fucker?” He asked Shane teasingly.

Shane snorted. “You saw me do that?” He hesitated, “Maybe...”

Ryan giggled. “You’re such a sap, you know that, big guy?”

“Only for you, babeyyy!” Shane exclaimed, then he launched into song, “I been cheated by you since I don’t know when!”

“Nope, Shane, no, we are not singing Mamma Mia right now-” Ryan tried to cut him off, but Shane continued, of course.

“So I’ve made up my mind, it must come to an end!” The Mamma Mia soundtrack was special to both Ryan and Shane. It was kind of their anthem when Shane was there for Ryan after a horrible breakup, and then the breakup after that. Singing the songs terribly while dancing around a dimly lit room was one of the steps to realizing that they were in love with each other all along. So as much as Shane does sing it, Ryan can never get sick of it.

Ryan stuck through Shane’s horrible rendition of “mamma mia” all the way to a restaurant beside a beach. It was a place that the two of them had never been together, however they were both familiar with the place. It was minimalistic and atmospheric, and it had bitchin burgers.

When they were both seated and had both ordered burgers, Ryan caught Shane staring at him with what their fans loved to call “heart eyes”. As he always did, Ryan smiled bashfully under Shane’s gaze. Shane always had an effect on him, even after dating for two and a half years. Shane always made him blush, giggle and swoon like a highschool girl. And he knew it was the same for Shane. “What’re you lookin’ at,” Ryan snorted, flushing more under Shane’s stare.

Shane sighed. “Even before we started dating I always wanted to take you here.” Holy shit, what was up with Shane and being a sap today? He told Shane as much. Shane just took Ryan’s hand in his and said, “Just love you, is all.” Ryan was surprised. Shane wasn’t the kind of guy to be gushy and lovey-dovey. He more loved to show people that he loved them, without really telling them so. This was different.

Ryan smiled. “I love you too, Shane.” He squeezed his hand tightly.

Shane and Ryan got into their normal banter over dinner, almost getting louder than the families with children with their usual arguments and bits. They were laughing and giggling the entire time, though, and once again Ryan was reminded why he loved Shane Madej so gosh-darn much. From day one, since filming unsolved, Shane was always Ryan’s best friend. There was no separating them. And then, years ago, with the creation of Watcher, and working every day beside him, Ryan rarely got sick of him. If anything, it helped him realize his feelings even sooner.

After paying the check and getting up from their seats, Ryan asked, “The crew ready, Shane?”

Shane checked his phone, and, after a moment, shook his head. “They’re getting in the car. On their way over. Wanna take a little stroll on the beach?”

Ryan smiled. “Always.” This beach in particular reminded him of their first kiss.

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“Shane!” Ryan caught up to Shane, bare feet slipping in the sand. It was nearly midnight, and the boys had finished filming season 7 of Unsolved Supernatural. After drinks, Shane suggested eating snacks on the beach. Only problem is, they had forgotten snacks. So they decided to run around like children and play games instead. Ryan panted, hands on his knees as he finally caught up. “I can’t keep up with your stupid long legs,” He wheezed.

Shane laughed. “One of the perks of being six foot four.” Ryan whacked him playfully on the arm.

Suddenly, Ryan noticed the moon, full, bright, and beautiful. He stopped to stare at it. “The moon is beautiful tonight,” He muttered, admiring the sight.

“Yeah,” He heard Shane say beside him. “Gorgeous.” Ryan glanced over at Shane, and his smile fell when he realized that Shane wasn’t looking at the moon.

He was looking at him.

“Shane,” He whispered, as if his name was something secret. Their relationship had taken a turn, recently. The stares had been longer, the touches had lingered, the smiles had been wider. It was unspoken. But now, Shane had spoken it.

Shane wrapped his arms around Ryan’s waist. Shane bent down a little, and Ryan went on his tip-toes. They gravitated towards each other.

Shane kissed Ryan like he was the most precious gift in the entire world.

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Ryan smiled dreamily at the memory. It gave him butterflies in his stomach to this day, years later. “Remember that night when we played games in the sand? On this beach?” He asked Shane. The sun was nearly setting, just touching the horizon of glittering water. Not many people were around this part of the beach. It felt like a secret, just for Shane and Ryan.

“Yeah,” Shane replied. “That was a good day.” The two were silent for a moment, before Shane said something. “Ryan?”

Ryan laughed. Shane’s voice sounded serious. Probably a bit, Ryan assumed. “Yeah, big guy?”

“Can I ask you something?” The taller pulled Ryan close to his chest.

“Sure, shoot.” The latter giggled.

And it was like a movie.

Shane suddenly dropped to a knee. Ryan gasped, laughing all the way. There was no way this was happening. This had to be a bit; this had to be a joke.

And then he saw Shane getting something out of his pocket. “Shane,” Ryan tried, choking up.

“Ryan,” Shane held up a black velvet box. “You are my best friend. To the moment we started being friends, to the moment I fell head over ass in love with you, to now, I’ve realized that I always want you in my life. I always want you by my side.” Shane sniffled a little himself, wiping his eye with a finger, before continuing, “You are… an angel, Ryan Bergara. I know I don’t, uh, believe in that stuff, but sometimes I’ve seriously questioned if the guy upstairs sent me an angel… to… protect me, and whatnot.” They both laughed teary laughs. “I’m not one for saying my emotions out loud, and whatnot, but… I am so in love with you, Ryan. And I think we’re destined, if that even exists, to be together for the rest of our lives. So, Ryan Bergara,” He opened the box to reveal a beautiful silver ring, “Will you make me the luckiest, happiest man on the world, and marry me?”

Of course, by that point, Ryan was in tears, trying to stiffle his sobs. “Yes, fucking,” He sniffled, “Yes, Shane. I love you, yes, yes,” And as he rushed in to hug his partner, he heard a round of applause from behind him. He turned to see, of course, the fucking crew. Brittany, TJ, Andrew, Steven, Mark, everyone, all with cameras. “Wha-? Were you all in this?” Ryan asked, wiping his tears.

The crew all nodded, laughing, cheering and whooping. “Shane and I have been trying to put this together for months.” Steven spoke up, smiling.

“Months?” Ryan’s voice went up, like, five octaves. “Shane…” And, of course, being the emotional guy he was, burst into tears again and ran into Shane’s arms, earning an awww from the crew. Ryan and Shane shared a romantic kiss, and Shane slipped the ring onto Ryan’s finger.

“I love you, angel,” Shane whispered into Ryan’s ear, only for him to hear, and Ryan doesn’t think he’s ever been more happy. This is it. This is the best day of his life.

“I love you, Shane. Forever and ever. We took an oath.”

(Later, the video was posted on the Watcher channel, titled, “How I Proposed to Ryan”. Fans, of course, went fucking crazy. Ryan wouldn’t have anything any other way.)

#i cried writing this #imagine if this actually happened tho #shyan #shyan fic #proposal #proposal fic #shyan fanficiton #shyan drabbles #belle writes #belle chats #ask #answered

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uzumaki-rebellion · 5 years ago

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“Stark’s New Intern” Chp. 15

Summary: Erik is a little weary...

Mature Audience. NSFW. Smut.

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"Can't get you off my mind You're like my favorite song Just want to turn you on And work you all night long 'cause I (oh I) I just want to be your man (I just want to be your man) All around the world This goes out to girls all around the world…"

Lloyd—"Girls Around the World"

"What's going on with you? You looked frazzled, Stevens."

Tony watched Erik lumber into the conference room carrying a stack of folders. He walked around the oval conference table arranging the folders for an afternoon meeting as Tony wrapped up his morning conference with his marketing team. Erik's lackluster energy was too obvious despite the two cups of espresso he downed at the coffee shop before coming to work.

"Just tired. Been doing some all-nighters for Janine and Manuj."

It was the partial truth. He had been doing some extra work for his project manager and her right-hand man, but the truth was, he was physically worn out.

From sex.

A lot of sex.

A lot of sex with Giselle and Athena.

He did his best to alternate his fun time with them, but as healthy and seemingly replenishable his body was at his age, a young playa couldn't keep up with the demands. He was fucking both women at least twice a day. Athena in the mornings before going to work, and Giselle in the evenings when he returned to the Oakwood at night. On weekends it could be more depending on where he was on his time off while alternating between the two women. The constant dick appointments were wearing a young nigga thin. He wasn't getting enough sleep. He now found himself avoiding the women for the past three days just to get a break. He didn't want to say no to either of them because he didn't want to cut off the relationships. He literally had two fuck buddies and also Janine his immediate boss to juggle for work and there were only a few weeks left in the internship. As his father used to say to Erik when he was a child, Bast be a rock.

The women themselves knew full well that he was messing around with them both at the same time, and there was an unwritten rule that neither of them would make a big deal about it as long as there was no overlap. Erik kept the trysts discreet, but sometimes there was tension when they all had to be in the same space for intern meetings and social gatherings conducted by Tony. During those times, Erik made himself scarce, hanging near Curtis or Maria, and often times using Valentina as a buffer since neither of the women liked her too much.

His mind was really stressing now because Tony was planning a yacht party off the coast of Malibu and all the interns were invited to celebrate the ending of the internship. That meant close contact with both women at the same time. Yikes.

"Stevens, look at me."

Erik stopped in front of Tony. The man poured Erik a glass off water from the reception table and Erik drank it down.

"You're dehydrated…I see bags under your eyes…what's going on? Janine working you too hard? Too many projects?"

"Nah…I'm good. For reals—"

"You don't look good."

Tony poured more water into his glass and Erik took his time drinking. The water eased the throbbing in his right temple. Shit, he really was dehydrated.

"Take better care of yourself."

"I will."

Erik reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to Tony.

"What's this?"

Tony glanced at the list of numbers.

"Bank accounts. My player's fee, remember?"

Tony had finally gotten around to offering compensation for his prowess in Poker. The man's face gave him a smirk.

"I'll have your fee deposited by the end of the day."

"Lotta zeroes, bruh, spread evenly" Erik encouraged with a smirk of his own.

Tony glanced at his watch then shoved the paper into his shirt pocket.

"The next team is ready for you, Mr. Stark."

Devika held open the conference room door.

"Do you want me to stick around?" Erik asked.

"Yeah, you can fill in for Bryan. He's out for the rest of the day. Do me a favor can you go up and bring me my touchpad and the Robbins folder from my office desk? Devika can get it for you."

A new department swept in past Devika, and Erik followed her out toward the bank of elevators on the fifth floor. Erik glanced at Devika's clothes. She dressed spiffily every day, but today the drip was real, and Erik's eyes glossed over her naked legs in her teal mini-skirt and matching mini-blazer. Devika was fine, but far away fine...untouchable fine…not interested in any game Erik tried to spit but nice about it fine. He used to compliment her all the time about her sartorial choices when he flirted with her his first two weeks at the internship, but she looked at him like he was corny, so he kept his mouth shut. But he was always looking at her. She seemed to like it.

He appreciated the working relationship he had with her. She was always looking out for him, making sure he ate during the day and forcing him to leave the building when he lost track of time on the job.

"Are you losing weight?" she asked as they walked together.

"Maybe, haven't been eating a whole lot lately."

"You look thinner in the face. I'll order you a couple of burgers for lunch."

"You always take care of me."

"Because you don't. I like you heavier, not thinner—"

"Oh, so you admit you like me?"

"You are the worst flirt, you know that, right?"

"Flirting? Moi?"

Her eyes danced across his face and he gave her some dimples. She rolled her eyes.

"Ah damn," he sighed looking past Devika's face.

Giselle.

Heading his way.

He swiped his intern card on the elevator scanner for the executive suites and thank God they opened immediately.

"Erik!"

Giselle moved faster to get to him but the doors swept closed with an easy hum and Erik leaned against the bronze elevator wall as if to make himself invisible. Devika just gave him a strange look and when they reached Tony's floor, he breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't deal with Giselle at the moment.

Devika gave Erik access to Tony's inner office to get his touchpad and paperwork.

"I'll text you to pick up your lunch. Don't ignore it," Devika said as he headed out.

Mind occupied, Erik rounded a corner to sneak a quick chat with Curtis to ask about playing a pick-up game at the Oakwood after work, and he spotted Athena rounding another corner. He pretended not to see her even though she saw him and he hoofed it back to the elevators.

A group of people waited for rides back down, and there was no way he could wait, so Erik made a mad dash back to Tony's office.

"You forget something?" Devika asked when he swept in.

Erik grabbed for the knob of Tony's inner office door, but it was locked.

"What are you doing?"

Erik's eyes darted around, nowhere to hide…except…

He scrambled across Devika's legs as she sat in her chair and dove under her desk clutching Tony's touchpad and folder.

"Erik-?"

"Shh, you didn't see me!"

Hunched under the desk, Erik heard Athena walk in. Devika blocked his body with her legs.

"Hi Devika, is Erik in here?"

Erik tapped Devika's leg.

"Uh, no, he was here a few minutes ago. He picked up some stuff for Mr. Stark. He should be heading down to the main conference room."

"Okay. Thanks—"

"Did you need something from him?"

Erik's eyes pleaded with Devika to shut up. He could see her face from under her large heavy desk. He was lucky she didn't have the chrome and glass furniture like Tony's office.

"Nothing in particular. Just wanted to chat with him. Haven't seen him in a couple of days."

"I'll let him know you were looking for him if he comes back up."

"Thanks."

Erik closed his eyes with relief.

Devika stared down at him.

"What was all that about?"

"You don't want to know."

"You are as bad as Tony."

She reached down to help him out, but when he gripped her hand, she shoved him back down. Erik reached for her legs to keep his balance and held onto her thighs.

"Is Erik here?"

Fuck.

Giselle.

"No."

"I saw him with you, so I thought he came up here."

"Should be back down with Mr. Stark. Afternoon meeting."

"Huh…I thought he would be with his project manager."

"Not today."

"Okay, thanks."

"I'll let him know you were looking for him. He seems to be very popular today. Athena was looking for him just a second ago."

Erik's face grew tight.

"I guess he is," Giselle said.

Erik waited with bated breath, his fingers clutching Devika's thighs.

His eyes dropped down to look at his hands and he could see her legs were parted wide enough where he could see under her short skirt.

His lips curled up when he saw she had on a blue thong and it could barely cover her vulva. Part of it was wedged in her folds. Erik clutched her thighs a little harder to keep his bearings.

"Bye," Devika said.

As exhausted as he was with Giselle and Athena, there was no pussy like new pussy and Erik could not stop himself from staring. Devika had a nice fat vulva. He wanted to put his mouth on it.

"Erik?"

Her voice made him raise his eyes up. His lips parted and his fingers slid down from her naked thighs to her knees, He widened them. She pushed against him but he was stronger. She tried pulling down her skirt, but there was nothing she could pull down.

"You can come out now," she whispered.

His eyes drifted back to looking between her legs. Her buttery brown thighs looked soft and he wanted to push them back so bad.

"Erik."

She must've seen the growing lust in his eyes because her own stare took on a whole different look.

His index fingers rubbed gentle circles on her knees and he slid his hands back up her outer thighs. She didn't try to close her legs at all. He dragged his eyes back to her center.

"I can see your pussy, Devika."

He felt her legs shudder. He squeezed her thighs.

"Pretty pussy…nice fat one…"

Her saw her vulva throb.

She reached for her skirt again.

"Nah, move your hand."

She did what she was told to do.

"Pull your thong to the side, lemme see it all. I just wanna see it, Devika."

He licked his lips and his gaze drifted back up to her face.

He waited for her to either cuss him out and call HR or Tony…or pull them panties back as he asked.

Her body was responding to his touch. He could hear her breathing getting heavier.

"If you don't want to. It's cool. You just…you got me turned on right now and I'm just being blunt with it, Ma. Sexy as fuck right now. I'm under a damn desk and there's pretty pussy in my face. I'm gonna react. On God, girl, you got a nigga feeling thangs."

She chuckled breaking the tension.

Her fingers slid down under her skirt.

She was going to do it?

He felt his heart race.

"Fuck, Devika…"

Panties slid to the side he saw all of her glory. Part of her thong caught a bit of glistening natural lubricant and spread it across her inner lips. He pushed her thighs open even wider.

"Play with your pussy."

He shifted back onto his backside and felt his dick thicken watching her folds ooze fresh slick from her insides. Her short red fingernails stood out against the cozy brown of her vulva and the pink of her slit. She rubbed her swollen clit and he groaned—

-until Tony and three other men walked into the outer office.

"Hey, did Stevens make it up?"

Devika's eyes darted down to his as she slammed her legs together.

"He left a few minutes ago. A couple of interns came looking for him, so he may be caught up in something," she answered. There was no tension in her voice.

"Text him and let him know he can bring my touchpad up when he's done. Tell him to drop off that folder I asked for to Davidson's office. It's not confidential so if Davidson's gone to lunch he can leave it with his secretary."

Devika reached for her cell on her desk. Erik grabbed his cell from his back pocket and made sure it was on mute.

"Guys, is it okay if we just meet out here?" Tony said.

Fuck.

He heard the group shuffle over to Tony's outer office meeting space. Erik couldn't crawl out because they would see him. Why couldn't he meet in his inner office? He shifted under the desk as quiet as he could to keep his circulation going in his cramped legs.

The men were loud and quite comfortable and Erik could hear them getting up from time to time to use Tony's expensive Italian coffee maker. Devika's eyes met his a few times and she just shrugged at him. He'd have to wait it out and hope Tony didn't ask for him.

Devika sat in her seat, and as Tony's meeting progressed, her legs opened wider torturing Erik under the desk. She pulled her chair close bringing her fat vulva even closer. Teasing him wasn't helping him in his cramped state, so he took advantage and stroked her legs starting at her ankles and working his way up to her thighs again. She pretended to type on her laptop, but Erik knew she was actually enjoying him being trapped between her legs.

She squirmed a bit in her seat and Erik pushed back her skirt. Feeling bold, he reached up with his right hand and touched her outer lips, the clipped pubic hairs already slick. He traced his fingers up through her engorged inner labia and pinched her clit. He saw her eyes squeeze shut as she kept as quiet as a church mouse. Her legs quaked around his arms and he dipped two fingers into her wet slit. Her mouth fell open and the desire he saw in her eyes made the root of his dick throb hard in his pants.

Moving is fingers in and out of her with slow gentle thrusts, he could hear the stickiness getting louder with his manipulation. He wiggled his fingers back and forth to hit her walls and her legs bounced up and almost hit the underside of her desk. He glanced down at the bulge in his pants. They were being so reckless, and he didn't care.

"Devika, could you darken the walls please," Tony called out.

She leaned over to the side and Erik knew she was using a remote to make the glass walls of his outer office darken with a tinting fixture so no one could see what was going on inside. When she leaned back into position, Erik slipped his fingers back inside of her, digging in her a little deeper. He watched his digits work her slowly and her pussy pulsed, opening and closing around his fingers, a bit of creamy fluid spilling out when he took his fingers all the way out to play with her clit. Erik loved when a woman's pussy opened and closed with pleasure, the spasms pushing the bottom half of her vulva with light rhythmic pulses. The movement reminded Erik of a heartbeat. He wondered how it would feel around his dick.

He whispered things to her moving his lips but not letting any sound come out. She could tell he was saying filthy things to her and her pussy and mouth reacted by both opening and closing. Erik's fingers were shiny and milky from her juices and when he poked his lips out to keep from groaning, Devika's mouth opened wider and her eyes slammed shut as he felt her pussy cum all around his fingers. The tight pulls nearly made him nut in his pants as he watched her soft wet pinkness kiss and suck his digits with hard tugs. The spasm petered out after a few minutes and Erik pulled his fingers out and licked them. She tasted good. Her pussy kept twitching and her pink slit acted like it needed his fingers back inside it again.

Devika cradled her face with her hands and he rubbed her thighs to calm her shaking legs.

Tony and company left for lunch after an hour.

Erik crawled from under the desk with cramped legs and a tight back. With the office blacked out from the outside, he sought out Devika's lips and she accepted them.

"Lock the door," he whispered in her ear.

Devika did with a wave of her hand, and he lifted her onto her desk.

Whatever fatigue he felt from fucking Athena and Giselle dissipated the moment Devika took him raw, hot, and oh so ready.

Chapter 16 HERE.

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#stark's new intern #killmonger fanfiction #tony stark #marvel cinematic universe #black panther fanfiction #erik stevens #n'jadaka

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dogcopter · 5 years ago

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THANK YOU, although, true to form i argue It’s not just the earlier intention! Dogcopter is both a metaphor for Rose and literally Rose

- Lion 2 - Lion (rose) goes to the Dogcopter movie with Steven and Connie. We know Rose would have loved the wacky burger mascot according to Pearl, and loved sci fi books via Greg, so clearly, she would love dogcopter!!! Also Steven and Connie love him so he’s a great trustworthy dream avatar!

- Lion 3 Dogcopter knows Lion is putting Steven in his mane, also suworkbook did an amazing meta on how Dogcopter is clearly a metaphor for (aka literally) Rose in this scene (Steven is asking Dogcopter how are you so talented? As a proxy for trying to figure out who his godlike mom was, and Dogcopter says, forget all that, and Eats The Queen, CLEARLY metaphor for eating Pink Diamond’s fake shards)

- Chille Tid Dogcopter has signs of astral projecting. 1) shows Steven where to find Malachite/Lapis - aka knows Steven is looking for her and astral projected searching just like the CGs are searching IRL, 2) when Steven returns to the mindscape Dogcopter is no longer astral projecting and you can see fragments showing the last dream was constructed by Dogcopter, not Steven

- Please also note that the melon dog is suspicious in the Lapis search as well. She literally tricks Steven into sacrificing a melon to death in order to show him that she’s figured out Malachite is on Mask Island.

1) Why did that dog come find Steven in both different Watermelon Steven bodies? How did she know, what stake does she have in hanging out with him?

2) How tf did she know Steven was looking for Malachite?

- Dogcopter starts meowing in Chille Tid and does it again later - this is canon to Dogcopter because his parents are cats (this is also how he comes back to life, because he’s part cat and cats have nine lives, which is ALSO a rose quartz and lion parallel)

- HOWEVER, at the time of Chille Tid Dogcopter 4 - in which that is revealed - is not out yet, which we know from the Keep Beach City Weird blog, and Lion didn’t go see it with the kids as far as we know. BUT Connie has read the books, indicating Lion could have learned this from Connie or the movies without Steven knowing

- Dogcopter also shows up to help Steven in Kiki’s dream, surprising Steven, indicating Steven didn’t create him. But then how did he find Steven in Kiki’s dream? ASTRAL PROJECTION!!!

- Dogcopter in Growing Pains involves dogcopter “being a good boy” by making the “right choice” instead of the choice he want (chase mail truck), then dying and coming back to life (her brand), and OPENING A CHEST!!! Inside the chest is something DREW recognizes. Who is Drew? This scene has many layers. This is clearly metaphors for what we would have gotten out of the chest if they didn’t tease us in Steven Universe Future, but my brain isn’t big enough to have a definitely answer yet

#rose is lion 2020 #mindscape deeplore 2020 #OPEN...YOUR EYES.....SHE’S VISITING HIM IN DREAMS #SHE HAS THE SAME STUPID MINDFUCKY ASTRAL POWERS STEVEN DOES #AND SHES POSING AS HIS CUTE ANIMAL SIDEKICKS #he has no magical destiny (keep beach city weird voice) its just her. again.#sorry for pointing my dogcopter laser at you full blast im just feeling the conspiracy today #come to my powerpoint presentation on rose is lion

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piratewithvigor · 4 years ago

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Love Break My Heart: Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Summary: A half-life relationship is disintegrating at the seams. Neither of them is good for the other, but after 14 years together, they don’t know how to be with each other anymore.

Word Count: 2059

A/N: A prize story written for @slashscowboyboots that I keep putting off working on until I have massive fruitopia-fueled writing bonanzas when I’m supposed to be going to sleep because I work tomorrow. Enjoy!

I can remember back to the first days we spent in the studios. Cutting demos, the silence punctuated by growling stomachs. We were hungry literally and figuratively. Daily scrapings of cash were what we ate from and some days, sleep was all we could afford for dinner. Working on the first album was much of the same, but not quite as desperate. We had a bit of an advance. Something we could eat off of, but nothing that was keeping us in the lap of luxury. We still all shared a shitty house with a carpet full of burn holes and not a single piece of furniture that didn’t boast an array of stains, dents or scrapes. But we weren’t starving for anything except success.

It’s different now. You didn’t have to look beyond the people occupying the studio to know the energy felt different. Steven was gone, to begin with. He’d struggled along with the rest of us, and now he was gone because he found something that meant more to him than we did. Success got to his mind and gave him the delusions of invincibility I had seen so many of my heroes succumb to. My mind drifted to him sometimes when nothing else was occupying it. Call it a happy place, if you will. It’s simply a corner of my mind I can go to when the reality around me doesn’t live up to my expectations of it.

The other difference is everyone’s attitudes about the albums-in-process. Our collective passions were what created the first, but this? The passion here lay in something besides music. Slash is doped up, hiding behind his curtain as if he thinks we can’t tell. He used to share this passion with Steven and me, but times are different now. Duff’s baby is in the bottle. How his liver hasn’t exploded yet is beyond me. His passion lies somewhere deep within his endless bottles, in drinking them down like he’s trying to find it. Axl? His passion lies in control, in perfection. In a way, it always has, but it’s begun to overpower him and, in turn, the rest of us. His demand for perfection drives everyone to their respective new passions as well. As for myself, I’m no saint. I’ve drank my fair share and I took part in every drug I could get my hands on. But they weren’t my passions. The struggles I went through to kick all of them were in the honour of the one thing who held control over me: the bitchy redhead who’s barking orders at everyone in the studio.

I’m trying to comply with what he’s saying and follow directives. Axl’s in no mood to hear anyone’s ideas but his own. Neither Duff nor Slash seem eager to offer any. Matt and Dizzy look more inclined to lick peanut butter off his ass than to offer constructive criticism. It’s no one’s fault the day is going this way; simply the cycle that’s been constructed during these albums. A single mistake in the morning leads to an outburst, which leads to stress, more mistakes, more anger and fear which leads to shit being taken secretly to cope, then playing gets sloppier, and eventually, something will break. It’s as certain as any law of motion.

I’m not even sure who messed up when Axl pauses us again. I started tuning him out after we did a perfect run-through and he still found problems. As much as I love him, sometimes a tune-out is the only way to cope. It’s the only way I can keep loving him. He’s in the control room, arguing with our producer. I can’t hear his exact words through the soundproofed glass, but I can see his lips moving and his body language isn’t screaming “I’m in a fantastic mood; please approach.”

It takes five or so minutes for our producer to eventually lean into his mic to be heard in the recording booth.

“Iz, Axl thinks you might be flat.”

I purse my lips and make a show of checking my tuning quickly. I’m not flat. Axl knows I know I’m not flat. He’s lashing out because something isn’t living up to his grand vision and he isn’t sure what it is. I’d have heard if someone was flat. He would have too, without having gone through an entire shouting match with the producer to wreck his voice.

Satisfied with my efforts, Axl returns to the booth and we start another take. They’re numbered, for some reason, but we’ve done so many, I don’t know why anyone would bother to keep track. It’s the same for every song. Every song on these twin albums that we thought would be a great idea. No one had anticipated just how much of a pain they would grow to be. A single album takes months. We’ve been at both of them for over a year. Almost a year and a half, by my count. A year and half of my time spent being yelled at by a man who just wishes he could yell at the universe, but instead chooses to whittle it down to who he used to consider his universe.

I’m playing again, but I don’t remember beginning. Everyone is playing, but no one looks like they’re actually here. Mentally, anyway. We’re all in our respective happy places. Axl stops us again and the room heaves a collective mental sigh. The take was as perfect as he’s going to get. For tonight, anyway. Time passes in a different way in the studio. The lack of windows and clocks ensure it. Once the exhaustion sets in, minutes seem like hours, seem like seconds. I know I ate breakfast with Axl this morning, but nothing since. I can easily bet that it’s beyond lunch time.

Once Axl’s back is turned in the control room, I pull my neck strap over my head and place the guitar on one of the stands in the corner, unplugging it in the process. The minute details of imperfection have Axl swamped sufficiently that he doesn’t notice when I leave the recording booth. Nor does he notice that I’ve left the studio.

It’s late evening when I walk outside. Full moon on the rise and everything. For the first time today, my movements aren’t planned. Sure, I’ll eventually have to return to the studio and face Axl’s wrath, but for a few moments, I’m free. It’s yet crowded enough that Axl would be a fool to walk in the streets. Moments like these are when I respect Kiss and everyone who had the same idea as them: when you become famous, your face is no longer your own. It belongs to the public to use as they please. So they created new faces to give to the public and keep the ones they were born with for themselves. Staying out of the spotlight gives me a variation of the same luxury. A fan could identify me if they tried, but a casual viewer never could like how they would be able to with Axl. Being the frontman, everyone knows his face. He’d get swamped the instant he set foot outside the studio. I’m walking with my hands shoved into my jean pockets to keep them a little warmer. It might be Californian May, but it’s still nightfall and growing colder. Not enough that I’m wishing I had something warmer on, but enough that it’s starting to grow unpleasant.

The first time I remember my intentions for leaving the studio is when I reach a cheap diner a few blocks away. The kind that looks like it employs people who spit in your food if you order anything more complicated than a burger and a soda. In short, the perfect place for a hiding musician.

The diner is empty save for a couple of skeevy patrons dotting the bar stools and other booths. A pretty sorry dinner rush, but the food looks edible enough to spend money on. Playing safely gets me a coke and a cheeseburger served in a plastic basket, somehow both looking like the most beautiful things I’d seen all day. Grease is seeping through the parchment paper lining the basket and the coke is a little flat, but it’s quiet. No strings cutting into my fingers while I played the same two minutes of a song over and over, no screaming, no more little bubble of resentment that was building up deep within me. Just soft conversations between patrons. For the first time in almost a year and a half, it’s quiet enough that I can let myself think.

A little scrap of paper’s been metaphorically burning a hole in my pocket since we began writing for the album, but I never knew what to add to it. My original idea was to write a love song for Axl, but the frustration of having nothing to say only got me more depressed. I hadn’t even tried to put anything down since I got clean.

I uncap a pen and begin to write. Nothing in particular, just a few words that could maybe be something some day. I eventually finish the cheeseburger and start dedicating my brain power to scribbling while I sip on my flat coke. The chorus is starting to come together and the verses are well on their way when someone slides into my booth across from me. I know without looking up. A pair of aviators join my field of vision of the table, but I’m not giving Axl the satisfaction of acknowledging him yet. It’s what he wants; to have the proof that I know I wronged him. So I keep at the task at hand. If he’s able to read my handwriting upside-down, he’s not saying so. Just sitting as uncaring as I am. As soon as I leave the diner, shit is going to fly. If I’m lucky, my nose will stay intact, but I’ve never been known to be that lucky before. All I do know is that the longer I sit here, the worse I’m going to have it. It’s the little quirks like that that you pick up on after 14 years with someone.

The final verse closes up under my hand as I awkwardly slurp up the last few drops of coke hidden under semi-melted ice cubes. I fold up the scrap of paper and put it back into my pocket as I get up, leaving most of my spare change on the table as a tip. I still haven’t looked Axl in the eye, but I can tell he’s been staring me down ever since he entered. When I push open the door to exit, he follows, no more than an arm’s reach away.

The first time he touches me is when we pass an alley and he grabs my by the collar to pull me in. The jolt is strong enough to startle me, but not strong enough that it hurts. He shoves me so my back is against the grimey alley wall before socking me across the jaw.

“You… Izzy, you…” He looks like he wants to saw something else, but he punches me again instead.

“…you backstabbing son of a bitch!” He figures out what he wants to saw as he swings again, but I’m ready for him this time. Ready enough that I block his arm with mine.

“Cool it, Fireball.”

“Cool it?” He chuckles like he’s in a strange sort of delirium. “You fucking throw me under the bus to deal with those fucking dipshits and you tell me to cool it?”

“I didn’t throw you under any bus you weren’t already swan-diving towards,” I counter, keeping a firm grasp on his wrist. I’ve both thrown and received my share of punches, but it doesn’t mean I’m fixing to get any more. Especially from Axl.

“You’re as bad as they are! Are you all fucking trying to mess up and delay the albums?” He’s struggling against my grasp enough that I let go. Right now, he’s not planning on hitting me anymore. Just yell a little bit and maybe pace some before the steam will be all out. We’ll kiss and we’ll go home together and we’ll call it love when deep down, we know it’s anything but.

#Writing #Love Break My Heart #GNR #Classic Rock #Axl Rose #Izzy Stradlin #Izal #Fanfiction

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fancybois · 5 years ago

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Okay!!! Man, these fools really just love eating burgers don’t they??

This guy just drops into the show and drops some fresh spicy word play, can you believe

Steven’s face when he delivered the line fhdifuhgdfiu

woah what a dope ass restaurant name Burgers Never Say Die

“You’re bringing in all the cohost attributes that steven wants in me but I don’t possess” ifuhirfuheiru jealous??

This kid is a fuckin natural!!!!!

damn im gonna have to get a burger soon

Steven’s hair looks so cute

jealous Andrew is so cute

This is so cute i love Jackson

I only watch Adam’s Big Bite now

Steven’s little hush wow can you believe I haven’t talked about how much i love him in so long

You think they would have put subtitles for this last chef talking, he’s a little hard to understand

double the mec, double the guys

wow literally

vdifhvifdhdf jackson calling steven out for being a fancy boy but andrew was the one who went with the fancy burger plot twist

steven and jackson ganging up on andrew

i love how annie was there the whole time and we never saw her

this was so cute, it was like they gained a son

#bfwi #buzzfeed worth it #me #Thoughts

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outofthisgxlaxy · 5 years ago

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GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER.

Can be used to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen!

TAGGED BY: Taken from @whereverthemusetakesme TAGGING: Whoever wants to!

1. FIRST NAME: Cat (will also answer to Corgi or Phantom)

2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF: I like the idea of burgers, but cannot bring myself to eat more than maybe a couple of bites. Something about the texture of the meat makes me want to gag. It might be because I threw up after eating a McDonalds burger in my youth, but I can’t be certain. I also cannot make myself eat ground beef as a result. Ground turkey is fine! I can eat that no problem. But ground beef is like my kryptonite.

3. TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON: Eyes, for sure. Especially blue eyes. Um... I guess smiles, too? And idk for the last one.

4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF: Dumplings, specifically the recipe my little sister uses. She makes the best dumplings.

5. A FOOD YOU HATE: Ground beef, as seen above. As a kid I convinced myself I hated peanut butter, too, but I actually don’t mind it. I also really can’t stand gravy. Too many incidents as a child of mistaking gravy for ranch when all I wanted was ranch sauce.

6. GUILTY PLEASURE: Eating buttered popcorn dipped in nutella with a nice sprinkling of salt on the popcorn. It’s so bad for me but it tastes so good.

7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN: Usually a tee shirt and pajama pants.

8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS: Serious.

9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE: If I could go back in time, I for sure would change how I handled myself in middle school. I was the awkward quiet girl and was more of a crybaby than I care to admit. If I’d learned sooner to just not react to people trying to get a reaction from me, I’d have had a much easier time of things. But then I don’t think I would be as close to my little sister as I am, and we’ve always been really close, so... I dunno.

10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON: With the right people, absolutely. You have to be someone I’m really close to, like a really good friend, a close family member, or say... my boyfriend.

11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN: There’s a lot, honestly. If I had to pick just one, though, it would be Howl’s Moving Castle.

12. FAVORITE BOOK: The Count of Monte Cristo, oh my goodness. When I was assigned it in my senior year of high school for summer reading, I thought I was going to hate it simply based on the length. We had to read the unabridged version. Once I really got into it, it sunk its claws into me deep and did not let go. The twists, the turns, the characters... it’s all so good. No adaptation is ever going to hold a candle to it for me, and honestly that does make me sad to a degree.

13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE: A RIVER OTTER!

14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL]: Tiana/Naveen, Steven/Connie, Ivanova/Marcus, Howl/Sophie, and Ruby/Sapphire.

15. PIE OR CAKE: Cake. However, I do like a good slice of chocolate silk pie.

16. FAVORITE SCENT: Popcorn that’s been freshly made, bonus points if it’s still hot.

17. CELEBRITY CRUSH: When I was just entering my teens, I had a massive crush on Elijah Wood. I’m not ashamed to admit that. It was to the point that I named our cat at the time Frodo because the cat had these really striking blue eyes like Elijah Wood. But these days I don’t think I have one.

18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO: I’ve always wanted to go to Hawaii, ever since I saw Lilo & Stitch. I’d love to go back to Britain again someday in the near future (current events in our world providing the chance to), um... I feel like there’s other places I’ve wanted to travel to. But I’m not thinking of them.

19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT: Total introvert.

20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY: Yeah... I think I kind of do. If you come into the room when I’m really invested in something I’m doing and I don’t hear you, and you speak out of nowhere, I will jump. I once saw a guy doing some gardening outside a window of an apartment I was at while I was doing something, thought it was some guy trying to break in, and legitimately made this noise. I can still hear it in my head. But I did calm down when I realized it was just a gardener.

21. IPHONE OR ANDROID: iPhone

22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES: I have ever since I was really little, all thanks to my big brother. As a really young child, my favorite games were Yoshi’s Story, Diddy Kong Racing, Spyro, and Pokemon. Pokemon still has its claws in me to this day, as does Animal Crossing which I didn’t get into until I was a little older. I tend to stick to cutesy looking games, but now and then you’ll find a total oddball in my gaming library like No More Heroes or Layers of Fear.

23. DREAM JOB: It used to be literally anything at Disney World, but... I’ve since realized that’s a dream probably way too far out of my reach. So these days, I don’t really have one.

24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS: I’d for sure use some of it to make it so my boyfriend and I can be together reasonably. Maybe find a nice house for us to stay in. Nothing too big but nothing too small. Maybe get a corgi? Otherwise... I’d probably follow Greg’s example and use the money to help people closest to me rather than spending super large quantities on myself.

25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE: Okay, so... I have a very irrational hatred for the Pokemon Entei. And I say it’s irrational because it developed when I was a child because it was the literal one thing keeping me from catching Ho-Oh in Crystal. I’m pretty sure it took me a stupid long time to finally be able to catch it, and when I did catch it I stuck it in a box and never looked back.

26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER: Technically 101 Dalmatians. That fandom is... cursed. I only say technically because I do enjoy 101 Dalmatian Street. I just don’t participate in the fandom that much.

#ooc #about the mun #DO NOT REBLOG

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eggmanmasterplan · 5 years ago

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Spinel And The Chunk Rat Entertainment Center

Length: 1,100 Words

Genre: Comedy, Slice-Of-Life

Spinel took a long drag off of her cigarette, which was not lit, nor had it been in her hand ten seconds ago. Somehow, she still blew smoke into Steven’s face. “It’s a long story, kiddo. Why don’t you get comfortable?”

It smelled like cotton candy dissolved in vinegar.

Steven rubbed his temples for the eighteenth time that day. “We’re both sitting, right now. And I think the guards are gonna be mad if you don’t get back on the other side of the glass.”

The guards were indeed mad, judging by their drawn batons and furious screaming. The lights went dim, sirens blared, and the room was bathed in panic-inducing red. Within moments, the prisoners, visitors, and guards were battling for supremacy in their little concrete jungle.

Spinel would’ve said, “Let’s blow this popsicle stand!” but she knew that nobody would’ve appreciated it. She simply grabbed Steven by the arm and began to bounce her way through the sparring crowds.

The savior of the galaxy groaned in pain as he occasionally slammed against hard surfaces and brawling bodies. “Spi—Spi—Can you—Spinel—wait…”

“Popsicle stand,” she shouted, still hooked on the fact that nobody appreciated how funny she was. “We’re blowin’ it, baby!”

Having been to that prison several times, she was familiar with its strengths and weaknesses. A notable weakness was the fact that every time alarms sounded, everyone in a five-hundred-foot radius went apeshit, ultimately distracting from whatever the alarms were meant to point out in the first place.

It helped that Spinel was widely regarded as a lost cause by this point; the warden had been demanding that the guards do “everything in their power” to stop her from escaping, so they’d been trying literally everything they could whenever it seemed like she was about to blow that popsicle stand.

She giggled to herself. Popsicle. Popsicle popsicle popsicle popsicle popsicle popsicle—

“Spinel, stop!” Steven cried, tears budding from the corners of his eyes.

The soles of her shoes skid against the grass as she forced her body to end its hurling. The sun was in her eyes, the air was in her throat, and Steven was on her shoulders, apparently having crawled there while she was thinking about popsicles. “Why? What’s wrong?”

He pointed at a Burger Belch. “Do you want a cheeseburger?”

“Oh, fuck yes I do,” Spinel said, setting him on the ground gently.

“Hey, don’t swear,” he said, furrowing his brow. “You can’t handle the responsibility of bad words.”

“Responsibility, schmesponsi-fucking-bility,” Spinel said, pushing the boundary just an inch farther before leaping far away behind it and watching it snap back into place. “I would also like a Diet Popsi.”

“Why diet?”

“Chemicals.”

They settled across from one another in a booth by the window. Spinel not only had her cheeseburger and a Diet Popsi, but a small plush rat that came out of Steven’s Buddy Meal. She decided its name was Popsicle Stand, and would be called Ick for short.

Oh, and a large fry, which she definitely wasn’t going to eat, but the combo was cheaper than just the burger and the drink, so Steven said he’d eat it.

“Okay, now that we’re settled down,” Steven said, “why don’t you tell me how you got arrested for the eighth time this year?”

Another cloud of the vinegar-sugar solution that never should’ve existed preceded her answer.

***

Like most days for Spinel, the people she loved most were too busy to be around her. And by “people”, she meant Garnet, who’d become a relationship counselor for both Gems and humans. For some reason, her heart had fixated on the completed union of two Gems deeply in love with one another. She had come to the conclusion that she was wired to long for whatever was unattainable; that way, she would forever strive for That One Entity’s approval rather than eventually becoming satisfied with her own work and slacking off on her job. But now, That One Entity didn’t exist, and Spinel’s heart was still searching.

She liked other people, too, though, and they also didn’t spend much time with her. Pearl volunteered at local schools as a substitute teacher, Sadie was busy writing okay-ish music all the time, Onion did things she didn’t want to know about, and Bismuth’s architecture took up most of her time.

Even the people she only tolerated never had time for her. This led to Spinel developing two hobbies: looking for new people to love to distract her from feeling unloved, and committing impulsive crimes to distract her from feeling unloved.

Yesterday, she’d made eye contact with Lapis Lazuli, which was terrifying and thoroughly put her off of looking for someone new. It was time for crime.

Time and crime rhyme, as does time rhyme with rhyme, and therefore rhyme rhymes with crime. Sublime.

Somehow, the word sublime triggered a memory—tasting blood for the first time. When she’d kicked Steven upon meeting him and droplets flew into her mouth. The familiar tang of metal and the foreign hint of flesh glued itself into a corner of her mind, next to coins and trinkets and clanking jewelry, all of which were closely knit with the words to describe good things.

Metal. Metal, metal, the sweet taste of metal would distract her from both feeling unloved and the fact that she didn’t deserve love. Then again, it was just a kick, and then he poofed her. And then tried to pass her on to three tyrants just as desperate to revive their memories of That One Entity as she’d once been.

Were the Chunk Rat Entertainment Center tokens made of real metal?

***

“So I set it on fire, then went inside and waited for the tokens to melt so I could drink them,” Spinel said. “At night, obviously. I wouldn’t do it while people were inside, because that’s really evil and I’m not really evil.”

Steven and Spinel stared at each other for far too long. Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven seconds before Spinel was forced to break the silence with a drag of her cigarette and a cloud of smoke.

“They tasted like fishing lures,” Spinel said, completing her story.

She could see the words on the tip of his tongue: “How do you know what fishing lures taste like?”

But he was too smart, too world-weary to answer that question. He took a handful of fries and stuffed them into his mouth, then washed them down with Diet Popsi because he’d already finished the chocolate milk included in his Buddy Meal.

#su fanfic #steven universe fanfiction #spinel fanfic #spinel fanfiction #spinel kin #this is the first thing ive written in weeks i know its bad ok

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somethinwickedthiswayrides · 5 years ago

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Tag Game~

Oh, why did I wait so long to do this? So many people tagged me! So many~

Placing everything under a read more cause this is about 40 questions long

@sebthur

1. do you like pineapples on your pizza?

I'll fully admit I've never tried it. But I am squarely in the 'no' category. It's just unappetizing to me.

2. how much bubble you want when you take a bath? all of them? none at all?

ALL THE BUBBLES! The tub will be overflowing with bubbles!

3. favorite scent?

Rain, specifically rain on asphalt. It's just, soothing, and can pull me right out of a bad mood.

4. what's your all time favorite movie?

I don't really watch a lot of movies. But I do love the Phantom of the Opera!

5. if money DID grow on trees... what is the first thing u would buy?

I'd move into a nice little home, no HOA, no super close neighbors, it'd be peaceful.

6. did u drink water today?

Uuhh...not water specifically. Gatoraid doesn't really count as water, it's mostly sugar.

7. if not, do it now! stay hydrated! did u eat?

I ate! Fast food, cause I live super far away from where I work, and I can't cook for nuthin, but I ate!

8. whats ur dream job?

I'd like to be a voice actor someday~

9. have you ever heard of upgamers?

No, I haven't. It sounds like updog though, so I am wary.

10. Can you play an instrument? which one?

I don't really count this as being able to play, but I used to own a guitar and I liked to pluck the strings when I got stressed. I don't know why I got rid of it.

11. have you listened to your favorite song today? do it now

I haven't listened to hardly any music for the past week, I need some music~

@nocturnofshadow

1. Dream vacation destination, go!

Home, in my bed, and not having to leave it for about a week. Sounds like heaven.

If I had to pick an ACTUAL location though, Ireland, it just sounds so beautiful there.

2. if you got any novels laying about, go and flip though and pick the twenty-second line - what's it say?

I'm assuming we're going by sentences here. "Psychologically warped; possessed by demons." - 22nd sentence of Wicked.

3. Got any favourite stims? Plastic click-clacks, squishy things, rubbing into a specific spot til it's smooth, ect. Tell me about it!

Hmm. I have a pretty rainbow metallic fidjet spinner, though I don't really use it. Mostly cause when I really need a stim I'm at work where I'm not allowed to have them. So I usually click or tap my pen when I get antsy at work.

4. Favourite scene in a viddy game? (alternatively, fave scene in a book, movie, ect.)

Currently my favorite scene in a game is in Red Dead Redemption 2! When the gang leaves the snowy mountains to head to Horseshoe overlook, the scene with the music is just absolutely beautiful, and it's my absolute favorite thing ever!

5. Favourite aesthetic and why! (old west, european gothic, ect.)

A sort of witchy style, a little bit gothic, but beautiful crystals hanging around, with herbs and flowers and AH~ :D

6. What's your go-to song when you're seeing red? Does it help calm you down, or add fuel to the fire?

Pretty much any music has a calming effect on me, it helps me drift off into my own little world. I don't have a specific song, but I usually listen to softer rock songs.

7. If you write as a hobby, do you still use pen and paper? Or do you prefer typing?

Typing, all the way. My handwriting is an absolute mess and sometimes even I can't decipher the symbols on the page.

8. How long do dishes normally sit in your sink before you get around to them? If you have any sitting around, this is your reminder to get them done!

All of my plates and stuff are disposable for this very reason. I rarely eat at home anyway.

9. Do you have a favourite Hozier song?

I actually had to look up who this was, I never really pay much attention to singer's and bands, and I have heard a few of his songs. I particularly like the Arsonist's Lullaby and In The Woods Somewhere.

10. Do you hoard music playlists? If so, whats the general vibe of those playlists and on which platform? (youtube, spotify, ect.)

I don't really hoard playlists, I usually hear a song and go; 'I wanna hear more like this' and make a new playlist. I use Pandora, and my playlists are mostly rock with a few country, pop, and, I'm not sure how to describe it, celtic? I guess.

@cupofcowboys / @fangirl-ramblings

1. Are you a book reader? if so what are you reading currently?

I am a book reader, though I'm not AVID. Nor am I currently reading anything, too in deep of reading and writing RDR2 fanfiction.

2. If you could time travel where in time would you go?

OH NONONONONO! I know the butterfly effect, thank you but no. I'm also rather happy in the timezone I'm in.

3. Is it hot or cold (weather) where you are in the world right now

Very hot, it's what I get for living in a desert, but hey, it don't snow here~

4. Start your current music playlist, put it on random and tell me what the next song is.

I use Pandora, so it's already random buut, Something's missing by Sheppard.

5. Pizza or Burgers?

But I like both. ;^;

6. Favourite movie/s

Pretty much anything animated by Disney. Though if I had to pick particular movies, The Lion King, Aladdin, The Little Mermaid, Brave, ect.

7. Favourite band/s

Fall Out Boy, Panic at the Disco, Linkin Park, Nickelback, Halestorm, My Chemical Romance. About the only band names I remember, lol.

8. How many concerts have you been to?

That I bought a ticket for? None.

Though, My Chemical Romance did a free gig here about 3 or 4 years ago and I went to see that.

9. If you won millions and millions of dollars what would be the first thing you do.

I would become a literal hermit. Lol, I'd move into a cute little house, and never be seen again.

Maybe I'd pop out every now and again and become a cryptid. Lol

10. One thing you like about yourself?

About myself? I like my hair, took me years to admit, I used to absolutely hate it as a child, I had a mop of curly ginger hair and it always got me unwanted attention. It still does, but I'm a BIT better at just taking the compliment.

@madnessismylover

1. Sun or Moon?

Moon, so soft and gentle and sweet.

2. Would you rather have 20 cats or 20 dogs?

Cats, much as I'd love being smothered by 20 puppies, cats are a little less... needy?

3. Who was your first celebrate crush (that you can remember)?

Steve Irwin. I was 2 or 3.

4. What was your first video game? (and if you don’t play those then what was your first movie)

That I played? Pokemon Blue or Pokemon Gold.

That I owned? Pokemon Ruby.

5. Favorite kid show? (either watched as a kid or watch now)

I love cartoons~ Though I'm particularly fond of Steven Universe, Star VS the Forces of Evil, and Gravity Falls.

6. Favorite decade’s aesthetic? (70s, 80s, 90s, etc,)

I'm a complete 90s kid.

7. Where do you wish you could live?

Not really any location in particular, though I guess Ireland would be nice, maybe Germany or England.

8. Did you have an imaginary friend as a kid? If so what was their name?

I don't remember much about them IMO, I do remember their name was Ash, and they were TALL, like Slenderman levels of tall.

9. What’s something not a lot of people know about you?

I'm actually part Native American! Admittedly, it's a very SMALL part, about five or six generations back but there is a bit in me! And I'm very proud of that small bit.

10. If you had to listen to one song for the rest of your life what would it be?

Oh, that would be torture~ If i HAD to pick, it'd probably be High Hopes by Panic at the Disco, but, it'd still be torture.

MY Questions!

1. How tall are you? Have you dreamed being ever taller?

2. Favorite Youtuber?

3. What is your favorite fairytale?

4. Do you prefer kissing or cuddling?

5. What is the strangest thing you believed as a child?

6. So, what is the funniest pickup line you have ever heard of?

7. On days, when you feel completely bored and demotivated, what helps you to feel energized?

8. 3 things that make you happy?

9. If you could have a superpower what would it be and why?

10. If you had to describe yourself as an animal, which one would it be?

I’m tagging~ @septembershower @i-love-charles @crimsonredemption @mountainhymn aaannnd...I dunno, go for it if you wanna. Lol

#Somethinwickedthiswayrides #long post #tag game #why did I wait so long?#So many people!#it's also 4am #I need sleep #But I can't #;.;

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