#the dream is becoming more real every day 🥲

[jadeoru]

hi i didnt forget about u and i am actively working on each of the requests for my 400 event ! im just trying to get through them all to a point where i could post one every day - probably around early-mid december! i know this is a while but im quite busy this month as me and my band have been opening for another band’s uk tour this month and we’ve been busy performing and travelling :-)

[jacksmusesdrv3]

Awesome! I'm just gonna list them. Sorry this got a bit long I hope this can be entertaining. 🥲

The time loop game, where the game has already been going on for who knows how many rounds by the time we start playing it. By that I mean that the reason there need to be two survivors at the end is that one person needs to become the new mastermind, while the other is given two options: Freedom and leave the new mastermind behind, or stay and see all their dead friends revived. And so far, no one was able to resist seeing their fallen friends again, so every time the survivors stay, get their memories wiped, and everyone meets anew like they never knew each other. The way to break through this cycle is that the longer this endless game goes on, the more people have this sense of deja vu and almost-memories. Perhaps someone might also stumble upon the dreaded cauldron-on-the-head memory machine in a hidden room.

A sort of B-side to the above, everyone but the two survivors are clones. Each loop is a new batch of clones with implanted memories. Everyone has been dead for a long time.

Instead of opening the vault door to see the earth apocalypse, we were on the moon all along. The virus happened, but the meteors happened. Or maybe the other way around. The group was sent into space as a sort of safety net for humanity before Monokuma messed it up by wiping and replacing their memories. Not even Monokuma (An AI Despair Girls style) knows what earth is like at the moment though. It's up to the survivors to make it down to earth somehow and find out what's going on down there.

Idea: Since V3 is fiction, it is impossible to 'step into' reality the way the ending is shown to us. Instead, you step into another realm of fiction. The surviving three step into the light only to find themselves in a wacky magical girl realm or a western or fantasy elf land or some such. They find other versions of their dead friends, who can either be reminded of their V3 past (but why would you remind them of this pain) or not (they aren't really them, they are literal AU versions).

The survivors DO step into reality (unclear what kind. Maybe it really is peaceful, maybe it's the HPA real sort of deal) and are haunted by the dead. But they can only see them in mirrors and reflections, and they can only hear them in their dreams. Their dead friends are trying to tell them something, but what? And is this even really happening or are they wishful hallucinations?

Good ol' Shuichi is the true mastermind but it's a split personality sort of deal. The Shuichi we know genuinely doesn't know, he just sometimes blacks out and his other side does things. Sometimes that other side seeps into his day time self and he doesn't know why he said something so forcefully or lied so convincingly all of a sudden.

Spin a wheel to pin the mastermind role on a random character, see what happens.

Wow this is a bunch! I'm loving the time-loop-dejavu, sheltered-on-moon and the (cracked? Why did I think of cracked, symbolic I guess) reflections of the dead- that last one sounds ominous as heck. Fiction multiverse is wild, excuse to make variations actual mage Himiko much

I feel so vexed about the Shuichi personality one, I know we already have a Genocide Jill and all but still I'd probably do something with memory stuff generally than alters >< that said the Werewolf-style mastermind-pick on 7 could result in him being a special case in... some way (drawing a blank on how though, rip).

Thank you for sharing!

[singsweetmelodies]

When are you updating the fic?!!! I miss your writing 🥲🥲 don’t let it become the fake date fic 2.0(I’m still holding on to the hope that you’ll one day update that too).. anyway I reaaally love your writing style. Looking forward to reading more from you in the future ❤️

not this anon coming for me with absolutely no mercy 💀 "don't let it become the fake dating fic 2.0" PLEASE... shots fired and absolutely nothing held back. (to answer your aside, though: anon, i too am holding onto the hope that i'll one day update that. 🥹 you and i both DREAM of the day where i can just write everything i love all day and not have to worry about real life adult things.)

regarding the 2023 kisses fic, though: i'm not ENTIRELY sure when i'm going to update it (i wanted to update it before the spa weekend, but unfortunately my writing brain just turned itself off and went on a fucking windows-laptop-restart or something. (it has still not finished restarting.) and i ALSO had a couple of unexpectedly hectic irl events happening this weekend, so.... just not at all conducive to writing, unfortunately.) with all that said, though: soon! i hope. i trust. i believe. i still have every intention of catching up the chapters for the races i've missed in the summer break - so maybe we can say a chapter for each week we don't have a race??? no promises, though. but i would love to be able to do that 🫶

(PS: thank you so much for your very kind words about my writing ❤️ i appreciate it so so much!! so glad you're enjoying the fics <333)

[sweeterthanthis]

Okay I was in my feels last night but I had this thot. What if Soldat was allowed one day every year to himself, on a leash so like they watch him, but he sees a girl, in a pretty sundress and he wants her, she's his and that what she becomes for one day out of the year. And she caters for his every need because she's sees the broken man he is.

After he's free from Hydra, he doesn't come for a couple years until he shows up at her door not as soldat but as Bucky and they rekindle their love, and he makes love to her for the first time as himself 😌👀

Remembering Her

HOW DARE YOU? I hurt myself and then put myself back together again. This is absolutely not my best but I found it in my drafts and had to finish what you started Mina 🥲

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of trauma and injury, memory loss/gain, vague descriptions of sex, comfort. 18+.

Word Count: 1k

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He remembers her.

The first time he inhaled the scent of her in the street last week, he remembered.

Flashes of what felt like memories, warmth flooding his gut and his heart clenching at the reality that it was never a dream.

The nights he'd wake up in cold sweats, a pretty face in his mind that he simply couldn't shake. She was real. She was real, and she was his.

"You can have me. Whenever you want me, I'm yours."

The words spin in his mind like a record he'll never tire of listening to. It took him a while to piece it all back together. He'd spent every night since he saw her laying awake on the living room floor, forcing himself to delve into the depths of his mind to find her.

To find their story.

It was painful. It was confusing. But it was the missing piece that he hadn't even realised he'd been looking for. The blank spots in his memory, the nights he'd spent being held in her soft embrace, the mornings that he'd have to tear himself away, not to return for another year.

Bucky wasn't sure why Hydra allowed it. Encouraged it, even. He'd take one day of peace out of 365. He'd take comfort in the fact for 8 years, someone, somewhere, cared for him.

Seeing her that day in the street brought it all back, watching from afar and basking in the kind smile she gave passers by.

It was like muscle memory, the way his heavy limbs carried him to her door, just as they had so many times before.

His feet are planted to the carpet in the hallway, standing outside her apartment wondering if she'll even remember him, and he takes a deep breath.

As he raises his fist to the door in front of him, he hesitates for a moment. Should he be here? Does she care like he thought she once did? Or would she take him in out of pity? Does she have a boyfriend? Maybe she was married. Maybe she had kids now.

Bucky takes a step back, shaking his head to himself, his balled up fist falling back down by his side.

She brought him peace. She brought him comfort and care during the most violent, abhorrent times. Maybe that's all it was ever supposed to be. A moment of reprieve during the worst of times.

It had been two years. Two years since Steve had found him. A lot can happen in two years. She looked happy when he saw her. She looked content. She looked beautiful.

She is grace, and warmth, and love.

She's everything he's not.

Bucky turns on his heel, shoving his leather clad hands deep down inside his jean pockets. He barely makes it ten feet before he hears the clink of a lock, the sound of a door opening behind him causing his feet to halt immediately.

"Is...is that you?"

She sounds just as sweet as he remembered. The scent of her gentle perfume consumes his senses, the sound of light footsteps behind him. She's so close. She's so close, and yet he can't bring himself to turn around.

A palm resting between his shoulder blades has him sucking in a deep breath. The kindest touch he ever felt was hers. He's sure of that now.

"I..I saw you on the television a while back. It's-it's James, isn't it?"

She says it like she hasn't been sprawled out beneath him whimpering for a feeling only his touch could bring, like it's the first time they've met. Bucky supposes, in a way, it is.

"I-", he starts, turning his head just a touch to the left, the shadow of her face in his peripheral enough to have his heart beating faster in his chest. "Bucky."

Her fingers reach for his hand, curling around his palm and squeezing them tight. He feels like he should apologise. Feels like he should say something. Anything. But he figures he's never been the conversationalist where she's concerned anyway.

"I just made dinner. Its only spaghetti, but I always make too much of that. I've got plenty."

Bucky remembers sitting at this table. He remembers the weight of her on his thigh while she patched his face up after a difficult mission. He remembers the way she kissed his eyelids as they fluttered closed at the feel of a docile touch.

"Did you know it was the same date? Every year, it was the same date. July 23rd." Bucky reaches for his glass of water, moistening his dry lips and contemplating the information.

He can't think why the date would be significant. He's not sure it was of any importance at all. "When I saw you on the television, I thought maybe I should reach out. But I-I didn't know how, and I figured you probably wouldn't even remember me."

She was right. He didn't. But of all the memories he's been forced to forget, she was one of the most precious. Bucky's said barely a word since he showed up out of the blue on her doorstep.

"I didn't," Bucky starts, his right hand trembling a little. "Remember you, I mean. They, uh, I wasn't allowed to--."

She's silent, and her facial features express patience. The quirk of her brow intrigues him. "What?"

"You have a beautiful voice. I've-I've never heard it before. Not like that." She looks down shyly at her plate, and Bucky feels his cheeks pinken at the realisation that she's probably never heard more than two words from him outside of her sheets.

Bucky's appetite hasn't been the same since 1943, but the spaghetti is delicious and she looks proudly across the table at his now empty plate. He doesn't know what to say, or how to act. He knows he wants to feel her.

He can't ignore the pull he feels towards her as he leans up against the kitchen arch, watching as she rinses off the dishes and places them in the washer.

She seems completely at ease in his company. She's not looking over her shoulder, her shoulders aren't tense, and she's humming the most beautiful tune Bucky's ever heard. She seems comfortable in his presence, and not even Steve has been as at ease as her.

He's drawn to her, and his feet are carrying him across the kitchen before his brain can kick in to stop them. He remembers the way she reached for his hand outside. The left one.

Bucky stops just a foot away from her, her head tilting to the side so she can look at him through her peripheral. He can see the faint trace of a smile at the corner of her mouth, and she straightens up and leans back just a little. Enough so that her back brushes against his chest.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again," she whispers, reaching back with her left hand to grab his own, the two entwined down by their sides and her thumb brushing his vibranium knuckles reassuringly. "I'm glad you came back, Bucky."

He leans down to bury his nose into that soft spot behind her ear, inhaling the scent of patchouli and vanilla. It feels so familiar. So right. Every memory he'd had of Hydra was painful; torturous and cruel. But knowing that she was there, that little glimmer of sunlight in the vast darkness? It eased him more than anything else could.

Bucky remembers the passion. He remembers his lips on her skin, the way she whimpered at the feel of him opening her up. It's no different two years later, with her gentle hands caressing his shoulders and her soft thighs encasing his waist.

"Is this okay?" He asks, resting his elbows either side of her head and leaning down to brush his nose against hers. He's trembling, and a little unsure - but everything about her oozes calm. Especially when her palms cup his cheeks sweetly, pressing a kiss to his cupids bow.

"It's perfect, Bucky."

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[tom-whore-dleston]

Until I Found You

Pairing: Xu Shangqi x !Avenger f. reader

Genre: angst + fluff + minimal smut

Warnings: questioning of the multiverse, mentions of death, crying, pillow talk, handjob, initial penetration

Summary: Shangqi questions how different his life would be in another universe, but realizes it’s not worth living in without you.  

Word Count: 1k

Notes: I went through the ‘if the multiverse was real’ trend on tik tok, hence why this is so feelsy 😅🥲 Huge thank you to @sparkledfirecracker for helping me with the angst and fluff aspects and to @geekygee01 for the finishing touches!! I greatly appreciate y’all 💖Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

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Shangqi enjoyed when you showered him with love and attention every now and then, but you noticed that he was more touchy feely than normal. It didn’t change the way you went about your day, nor did it change the way you love him. But you were curious as to what got him in this kind of mood. It got to the point where your signs of affection weren’t enough so after dinner, he dragged you into his room to passionately fuck you. An hour later, your lover spilled his taint inside you, pecking small kisses over your sweaty face.

Shangqi collapsed onto the bed next to you, lungs begging for fresh air as he came down from the blissful high that you brought him to. You giggled next to him, staring at the ceiling as if looking straight into the pearly gates of heaven. Your hands linked together in the middle of the bed, and then your eyes met like a magnet pulled you towards one another. 

“You still with me, Princess?” your super boyfriend asked, dragging his thumb over your hand. 

You smiled, “Yeah, just needed to catch my breath.”

“C’mere Princess, I wanna hold you.” You obligingly rolled over until your naked body was flush against Shangqi’s and he instantly wrapped his arms around you. 

“Someone’s extra cuddly and affectionate today,” you teased, smiling until your cheeks were sore. What Shangqi was about to say next made you regret poking fun at him.

“I’m sorry if I’m too much, baby. I just don’t want you to leave me.” He hid his face into the crook of your neck. Your heart hurt like a bee had stung it and the wound swelled against your chest. 

“Woah, now,” you frowned, worry and melancholy laced in your voice. “I love you and I would never leave you. Why would you ever think that?” Not a peep came from Shangqi as his face stayed buried there. You called out his name, almost like a whisper, causing him to peek his head out. His brown eyes glistened with tears that were aching to fall down his face.

“This is gonna sound silly.” As much as you wanted to retort and disagree with him, you allowed him to speak his mind. “Last night, I had a dream that you died while fighting the Scarlet Witch–well, Wanda–and I obviously didn’t take your death very well, so I joined her in helping her find her sons. And in turn, she promised to help me find a universe where we could be together again. The thing is, Wanda knew all along that there wouldn’t be a universe where you loved me because I followed the footsteps of my father. You only saw me as a killer.” Shangqi paused. Not because he was waiting for a response from you, but because he was fighting the urge to choke on his words. 

“You know something. I was always curious about the multiverse. After my father died, I wondered what my life would be like if both my mother and father were still alive. Maybe I wouldn’t have had to spend my whole childhood learning to become an assassin. Maybe my relationship with my sister wouldn't be so strained. Maybe my mom and dad would have grown old together like they wanted. We could’ve been happy. We could’ve been a real family. But then I realized other things. I would’ve never met Katy. I would’ve never taken the rings. I wouldn’t have met your dad and become an Avenger.” Shangqi’s voice began to crack as a tear finally trickled down his cheek. “Most of all, I would never have met you.” His head burrowed into your neck again, sobbing while squeezing you tenderly against him. Your fingers combed through his hair tossled from your previous activities. You allowed him to cry until he was ready to continue.

“I don’t know how many other universes there are—I’d actually rather not know—-but I don’t ever want to live in a universe without you in it. I can’t live without you, Princess.” His words struck a chord deep inside you. He plucked that chord inside you as his wet tears permeated your collarbone. It didn’t register that you had been crying until a salty tear dripped onto your lip and you struggled to breathe out of your nose. 

“Shangqi, look at me.” Your hand caressed his tear stained cheek, causing him to peer into your loving eyes. His vision was blurry due to his tearful eyes, but he still managed to find your gaze. “It was just a dream. I’m here and I’m safe with you. I didn’t have the privilege of jumping universes with Strange and America, but I doubt that you became your father in every universe. And I refuse to believe that I hated you in every universe.” You pressed your lips to his temple, leaving them there for a few seconds. He grinned slightly behind the sniffles. 

“Your mind is playing games with you and I don’t want you listening to them. I love you, Shangqi, and nothing will ever change that.” While you talked, Shangqi rested his hand over yours on his cheek, drawing circles over your hand with his thumb. He loved how you always knew the right words to say that would make him feel better. After the years of pain he went through, you and your love were exactly what he needed. 

Another tear trailed down your eye as your lips curled into a warm smile. “No matter how many universes there are in the multiverse, I hope every variant of me is lucky enough to be loved by you.”

Shangqi wasted no time in pulling you closer to him so he could kiss you. His lips molded against yours as if they were made to be sculpted together. He traced your bare skin with his taut hands, cherishing your ethereal curves. Without breaking the kiss, you threw your leg over his hips, hoisting yourself up so you can straddle him. Shangqi grinned against your lips at the sudden maneuver. 

“Let me prove to you that I love you and will never leave you.” As you moved down his legs, Shangqi watched you with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. Grasping his cock, you stroked him until he was pulsing with desire in your hands. His raspy whimpers caused your core to slicken and throb with need. You were eager for him to fill you with his love.

“I love you, Princess. I love you so much.” You gazed into his brown eyes as you sunk on top of him, mouths falling ajar and eyebrows furrowed in the middle. Once you were connected at your groins, your lips crashed against his, drinking each other’s moans while your hips moved against one anothers to a beat that was made for the two of you.

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[hollyjollybaby]

What a difference two years makes 🥲

We have been doing well over here! Usually I post on here during nap time and every so often I go through phases where I don’t wanna spend time typing up posts and instead just mindlessly scroll my phone for the entirety of nap lol. So I’ve been quiet lately!

Let’s see. I got Holly signed up for toddler gymnastics! It starts the first week of June. It’s like mommy and me tumbling for babes just learning to walk thru 2 year olds. After they turn 3 they move up a class where parents don’t participate. But I’m so excited to do it with her!! She’s becoming crazier and crazier these days lol, always wanting climb our bodies and do flips and bounce around on the couch. She needs a physical outlet for these things in an environment where she’s not gonna bonk her head off the coffee table 😬 and I personally just think little toddlers doing gymnastics is the cutest thing ever.

I feel like these few months that we’re in right now, before summer, is the last stage before some kind of big kid transition 😢 especially once she starts (super duper part time) preschool in august, it’s like, where did my itty girl go? Doing extracurriculars and going to SCHOOL. It’s all too much.

We have been talking about house stuff extensively and exhaustingly. We really want to be moving this time next year. Jake really has his heart set on building, that’s kinda been our dream for a long time. I would LOVE to build don’t get me wrong, but I think his head is just a little in the clouds about it. We currently live in a really excellent, convenient part of town. We’re close to everything. Close to our parents. There’s no land available unless you go 30+ minutes out of town, and I’m just not real jazzed about that. Rates are absurd, land prices are absurd, lumber is absurd. Our savings took a big hit last year with house repair stuff. I just don’t really see how it’ll be that feasible even though I love to fantasize about it too. We just need to go to the bank and have them walk us through everything and tell us, “this is how much money you really have/how much house you can afford”. I would be perfectly happy just buying an already existing house. I am just dying for more living space. We are bursting at the seams here.

The weather tricked us for a while with really warm spring weather and now it’s back to raining every day and 40s-50s 😰🥶 super ready to see 70s on the forecast every day.

Speaking of warm weather, Jake’s cousin and his girlfriend (who’s also my friend) are getting married in Florida this October and we really want to go and take Holly. Idk if anyone remembers but literally last October Jake’s sister got married in Florida and it was this whole thing cuz she changed it from a local wedding to FL last minute and it was really expensive and chaotic and stressful deciding if we were gonna go or not with FL being a Covid hotspot at the time. So now, less than a year later we get to do it aalll over again. Except this time I really wanna take Holly if we do go. She’s old enough now to enjoy the beach/ocean. And also I have fomo. 😂