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bunny-jpeg · 4 months ago

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Hi Bunny,

I've been following your page for awhile and was wondering if I could order some John Price Lemon slices and beer brownies on the house??

I adore your stories and writing style, and you are in fact someone's girlfriends favorite author 😌

Hope your day is wonderful n thank you ♥︎

bakery menu!

want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! i know i've been horribly lacking at call of duty bakery fics! but with call of duty i'll get an idea in my head that is seperate than the bakery fics. i still deeply love my boys (and esp john price), so i'll try to be more on top of the call of duty fics because so many of you have been so sweet with your prompts <3 (also john price would totally love beer brownies just as a dessert, lol)

lemon slice: "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making." + beer brownies: "stick your tongue out anymore and you'll look like a dog." + on the house (matcha latte: collars/bondage)

cw: smut/pwp, dom!price, sub!reader, dirty talk/degrading language, age gap (20s/40s), wife!reader, wife/domestic kink, carpet sex, oral sex, pet names (puppy, baby girl)

price liked being the man of the house. while most times your relationship was an equal affair. price admired you like flowers did the sun. he'd never hurt his baby girl, even with the age gap that would make some gawk at. a man in his near fifties with a woman who was just out of university. plus, he made her a stay-at-home wife within three months of dating?

there had to be something else going on. even your parents were a little shocked at the news. but neither of you cared, you were happy. and since your parents wouldn't let you move in with such an older man, the only thing to do was to get married. and now every night price got to be the man of the house and have his lovely girl serve him.

after dinner was served you were on your knees in front of him while he watched television. it was hard for him to focus on the game while your nose was nestled against his dark pubic hair. his grip on the can of beer was tight, any tighter and he'd crush the thing in his palm.

he was so much bigger than you, stronger than you. there was a weight to him that could leave you pinned under him. he was so strong and masculine that you couldn't help yourself but be enthralled by him. you continued to pleasure him orally, but occasionally you made small noises which was accompanied by your thighs rubbing together.

"i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making." he said as he took you by the head of the head and made you look at him. you panted heavily and looked at him with a lustful expression across your features. poor little wifey got too excited.

price chuckled and patted your cheek a roughly, "stick your tongue out anymore and you'll look like a dog." he laughed a little, "maybe i should get the collar out, since you like being my puppy so badly." you whined in response and price pulled away to tuck himself back in his jeans. when he got up, he looked down at you and said, "you stay put, i don't need you getting in trouble, baby girl." then left for the bedroom.

you waited patiently and felt heat curl in your gut. you liked price like this, domineering. when he used his age, height, size against you. when he made you feel small in the best ways. when he returned you could see the green collar in his hands.

it wasn't a neon green, but rather a rich forest green. you swallowed and shifted a little in your spot. when he sat down on the couch with a 'huff' he patted his thigh so you'd climb onto his lap. you did without question and he placed the pretty collar around your neck. then his hand was on your bare thigh, he got to see you naked up close. after dinner you stripped down to give your husband dessert.

"pretty little thing." he said, his voice hot. you squirmed a little at his hands on you. on between your legs and the other supporting your back. he made a vow to love and protect you. even when you panted heavily from his touches.

his calloused fingertips grazed across your wet cunt and he dipped his head against your neck where he laid kisses across the heated skin.

"john."

"i got ya, sweetheart. my little pet." he teased your clit a little and you shuddered. he pulled you closer to him and teased your clit a little more before he said, "get on your hands and knees, beautiful. your mouth isn't enough tonight."

you scurried off, you were naked save for the ankle socks with little bows on them and the pretty green collar. you got onto the carpet and rested your face against your arms with your hips raised. price took one last swig of his beer before he got up and rubbed himself through his jeans. you looked at your husband, coyly, "like this?"

"i've trained you so well." he said as got down on the carpet. while a this age, it was hard to do it on the floor. but, he knew it was either that or up against the couch. the latter would only cause more pain in price's bad knee.

"thank you." you blushed, heat rose in your cheeks as you felt his pointer and middle finger touch your achy cunt again. your back arched. then you heard the clatter of his belt being fully taken off.

"this is how a wife should greet her husband every night. give him a fully belly and you walk away with a full cunt. ya like when i make a mess of her, don't ya?" he watched your back arch from his words. he got his cock out of his jeans and rubbed the slick head up against your pussy, "been missin' her. had to finish myself off in the washroom at work because i was thinkin' about it."

price hated to admit it, but he loved the differences between you two. he kept his pretty wife happy at home, and maybe soon you'd have some company with a pet or a baby. price wasn't getting any younger, about time he used the last of his swimmers for something good.

he pushed his cock into you with ease and watched your tense up. it was really hot. in his honest opinion, you looked beyond beautiful. he was glad he got a ring on you as soon as he did because if anyone else tried to get their hands on you. that would be a problem. you whimpered and clawed into the cream carpet.

you knew your knees were going to be raw by the time your husband was done with you. but, you'd happily accept it regardless.

his pace was steady, on the faster side but every thrust had a force that made your toes curled. you loved your big, hairy husband. you adored how he made you feel, how he could easily move and twist you to his liking. he was dominant and strong, he never wanted his wife to worry.

"that's a good girl, my good little puppy. hearin' your little noises right now." he groaned, "you're a beautiful little thing. you know exactly how to get me goin'. lettin' my fuck you until you see stars." his pace picked up and you gasped into the floor.

"john." you arched your back. your body craved your husband. more than most else. you were never a party girl, but even if you were, your drug of choice would be having your husband, the cervix bully, make you cum time and time again.

it was slightly price's fault why you never went to parties. when he was home from deployment, he wanted to savour every moment with you. hard to go out with friends on a friday when price had you in a full nelson on his bed with his cock hitting just the right places. price didn't need boys sniffing around what was his. not that you'd give them the time of day. he held onto your hips tightly and pushed you further into the carpet as his cock dragged against your softest areas.

he said, "so pretty under me. you take me so well." you could feel your heartbeat in the back of your head as he continued to push up right against you. the feeling was erotic, as were the sounds of your sweet moans, "pretty in your collar. maybe i should've just gotten you a collar instead of a ring. a nice leash as well to make sure that you didn't go runnin' off. be a proper pup for me." he groaned as he continued to fuck you.

his motor mouth made heat wash over you. it was hot in a way that made you want to cry out for more. poor mrs. price, must be such a shame to get fucked into a state of bliss by your domineering, stronger husband.

it wasn't long before you could feel the sparks in your brain as you panted heavily against the carpet. your knees were rubbed raw as were your forearms. thankfully not carpet burn on your face (this time). you panted heavily before you let out a sweet noise, your attempt to tell your lover you were cumming. your cunt tightened around his cock, which only spurred your husband to move faster.

"that's it, that's my baby girl." he groaned as he rammed his cock as fast as he could. he could hear your soft, post-orgasm moans. your back arched a little more before they dropped. which meant price had to hold onto them to get at the right angle of your pussy, "my good little wife."

a few more heavy thrusts and price finished inside of you. trusting you to keep the boys safe.he gripped onto your hips and really pushed into you as he tensed up. he then relaxed and felt his heart hammering in his chest as he slowly pulled out.

a string of cum connected his cock to your pussy. really a match made in heavy. he licked his lips before he slowly got up with a bit of help from the coffee table. he wasn't the spry young man that he used to be. but you loved that about him, your burly old man.

not that you'd say that to him.

your hips dropped as you laid on the floor for a moment. achy and feeling euphoric at the same time. it was cute in price's eyes, after he got his cock back into his jeans once more. he picked up his wife and held you in his arms. he kissed your heated cheeks while you wrapped a leg around his waist for support.

"i got ya, baby girl. now let's get the wife to bed before i get hungry again." he knew you were on another planet right now. you held onto your husband tightly until he tucked you naked into bed, with the covers pulled up to your chin.

"what about the dinner dishes?" you asked.

price patted your cheek, "don't worry about them, beautiful. i can handle them." then let you rest with the familiar collar around your throat. <3

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solangelo · 6 months ago

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On the evening of September 30th of 2014, @solangelo was founded and many mods and ten years later this blog is still active! In honor of the duration say hello to this event!

All sorts of artists and creators are welcome, submissions of fanart, fanfic, fanedits, playlists, cosplays and anything else your heart desires are welcome to be added to the collection!

Instead of providing alternate words, the prompts list has been divided into two sections, the first section seperates Will and Nico into individuals. The second prompt list is intended to be more focused on their relationship, and in most cases should be a word that connects to the corresponding word of that date for Will or Nico. For example, day 7 uses the words Refract and Crystal for Will and Nico and then Rainbow as their combined word.

The prompt list was intentionally designed to allow people who just want to create content for Nico or Will but not necessarily them together to also participate! Feel free to mix and match the lists throughout the week, or if you like an extra challenge you're welcome to try and use all 3 words for everyday of the week!

Prompts are only ever just a suggestion, so please feel free to submit works even if they are not necessarily inspired by one of the lists below!

Prompt List by date: Will // Nico

Day One (09/29/24) - Dawn // Stars

Day Two (09/30/24) - Growth // Earth

Day Three (10/01/24) - Light // Shade

Day Four (10/02/24) - Cure // Precious

Day Five (10/03/24) - Scry // Knowing

Day Six (10/04/24) - Endure // Insomnia

Day Seven (10/05/24) - Refract // Crystal

Prompt List by Date: Relationship Based Prompts

Day One (09/29/24) - Hearth

Day Two (09/30/24) - Life

Day Three (10/01/24) - Boundaries

Day Four (10/02/24) - Love

Day Five (10/03/24) - Reflection

Day Six (10/04/24) - Confession

Day Seven (10/05/24) - Rainbow

Please tag any submissions @solangelo directly or send us an ask for the best chances of us seeing your post, or you can also use the tag #solangeversary 2024. You can also always post or send links to content you've made for another platform like Instagram, Twitter, or Ao3 for us to share here. Late submissions are always welcome!

If you don't vibe with these prompts, you're welcome to check out @solangeloweek's auctober prompt list also!

Happy creating!

All art in the post is edited from the same wonderful creator of our header and pfp!

#nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #pjo #solangeversary 2024 #open prompt #prompt list #mod hya

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cloudsthatglowinthenightsky · 3 months ago

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ok I got curious who is dream. I keep seeing you reblog things that sound like he was involved in some kind of drama and I love few things more than hearing about drama I am involved in so I had to ask

OH MY GOD.

i guess this my reminder that the internet is wide and vast and contains so many subsets of people that know nothing of each other... because the fact you don't know DREAM is SHOCKING to me but honestly? it makes sense. he's just REALLY REALLY BIG in the circles i frequent.

how to explain...

OK let's start by explaining mcyt stan culture. mcyt stands for minecraft youtuber, and there's a pretty large fandom for them, which makes sense when you remember just how big minecraft is. there's typical fanart of minecraft skins, but what people LOVE is SMPs, aka "survival muliplayer" minecraft worlds. basically, when a bunch of youtubers get together and hang out together in a minecraft world for a while, all posting seperate videos where they mine, build, engage in minecraft activites, etcetera. mostly these will take minecraft literally, but sometimes they'll sprinkle in bits of "lore" - players having feuds, fighting in wars, forming alliances. it's not that serious, just a way to make these long smps interesting.

that is, it WASN'T that serious. until the DSMP.

dream was a pretty famous mcyt, who really blew up for his "minecraft manhunt" series, where he tried to speedrun minecraft (by defeating the ender dragon) while his friend(s) tried to kill him before he could. with this mild fame, he decided to start a casual minecraft server with his friends, named the "dream smp", or dsmp, where they could get together and play the game on streams.

then he started inviting more youtubers on, outside of his inner friend circle. one in particular, wilbur soot, decided to start a sort of storyline, involving a country he made, where he would declare independence from the larger dream smp.

and, well. it went from there.

there's no way i can explain everything that happened on that server. so many storylines, so many characters, so many perspectives, SO. MUCH. LORE. the dsmp was the first smp to really revolutionize the idea of minecraft smps with lore, and they exploded onto the scene. a bunch of funny, already popular/up-and-coming mcyts, all interacting with each other and creating a story to follow, in the peak of 2020 quarentine, when everyone was online to see them?

yeah. dsmp pretty much ended in 2022, but its fandom is still alive and well, if a little diminished from where it was when the dsmp was ongoing.

dream is a youtuber with over 30 million subscribers, and a lot of them just enjoy his videos, but the FANDOM - the fans that seriously follow him, engage with him, and to some extent obsess over him - mostly comes from the dsmp.

but whatever about the dsmp. you're not here for that. you're here for the CONTROVERSY.

and oh my god... is there controversy.

first of all, his minecraft manhunt series? the thing that got him famous? a lot of its fame is based on the amazing, impressive, and straight up unbelievable stunts dream pulls during them, which have resulted in a lot of people believing that they're at least semi-manipulated, if not straight up staged.

but whatever- it's for youtube. nothing seriously wrong with cheating a little there.

but when he's not getting hunted down by his friends, dream does normal spreedrunning, which means setting a timer, submitting his run to moderators to look over, and trying to get on a leaderboard. it's decently policed stuff, and people take it very seriously.

and, yeah, he DEFINITELY cheated on that.

there's a lot of technical details that i don't fully understand and you don't want to hear about, but basically, some moderators did some math and found that some of the "good luck" dream experienced during a speedrun was so mathematically improbable that there was only a 1 in 177 BILLION chance it could have happened.

so they took the run down.

dream responded by denying all of their claims, accusing them of lying and bad math, and generally throwing a huge temper tantrum in front of the entire internet, before reluctantly admitting that he had "accidentally" cheated in the run.

you may be wondering how someone accidentally cheats. i'm wondering that too.

but that's more silly stuff. let's get down into the worse controversy, the one that sort of destroyed dream for the dsmp fandom besides the most devoted stans.

the grooming allegations.

multiple fans have seperately stepped forward and said that dream groomed them when they were under 18, taking advantage of his position as an older, wealthy, famous man to influence his fans.

dream has completely denied this, and the internet is, frankly, a little confused as to the validity of the claims (mostly pertaining to the fans' ages and if the conversations really "count" as grooming) but it's generally agreed that dream, at the VERY least, acted in a way that was inappropiate for a celebrity to act with a fan. whether this was intentional and malicious or just dangerous negligence on his fault remains to be seen, but it leaves a bad taste in my mouth either way.

there's also a compliation of things that i'm not super familiar with - one time he started a one-sided rivalry with a fellow mcyt when he created another smp, i think accusing him of "copying" the dsmp? - but since this isn't an academic paper, let me reluctantly source "bad vibes" for the reason some people don't like him. dream has a history of just being kind of a huge asshole to fans and fellow youtubers alike, both publically and privately. like, seriously, the shit he posts ONLINE for ANYONE TO SEE is unbelieveable, and makes you wonder at how things are behind closed doors.

the reason why everyone's talking about him RIGHT NOW is because of something tommyinnit (another minecraft youtuber, "main character" of the dsmp, the one guy i will bestow the dubious honor of being a "stan" of) mentioned on an episode of his podcast. he said that in the past he was scared of making dream angry, and WROTE IN HIS DIARY not to piss him off, because it wasn't worth it. keep in mind, this happened when he was SIXTEEN. tommy said that as a now-twenty-year-old, he couldn't imagine treating a teenager that way, and jackmanifold, someone else who was a part of the dsmp and interacted with dream, said that he hated dream.

another part of this getting brought up is a twitter thread that happened awhile ago (i believe back in 2021?), where dream basically claimed credit for tommy's success as a youtuber, posting screenshots of GRAPHS (???) that "proved" that tommy owed EVERYTHING TO HIM (??????) which is just. frankly unhinged behavior. i'll see if i can reblog a screenshot so you can see.

ANYWAY, dream obviously saw the podcast and the (rightfully pissed) fans' reaction to it, and decided to react in the most emotionally mature manner: a post mentioning how grateful he was to work with people on the dsmp, "even if we don't see eye to eye", and releasing the DSMP WORLD DOWNLOAD. (this is basically a way to download the way the dsmp minecraft world looks and play it on your own version of minecraft, so you can actually explore all the areas where lore took place.)

keep in mind, this server imploded in 2022. it's been TWO YEARS of fans begging for the world download, and he finally brought it out as a publicity stunt to make everyone forget about him being an asshole. which, can i just say, as someone that's not an expert at pr? only makes it clear to me that he knew exactly how much of an asshole he was being, and did it anyway.

obviously, there's more to the story here (oh my god i could make a dozen of these posts about dream's position in dsmp lore ALONE), and a lot of stuff i don't even know about, because i don't spend all my time familiarizing myself with cc!dream lore, but this is a pretty concise summary of events. i hope you can now enjoy my occassional rbs of posts that mock dream relentlessly as someone who officially knows the drama :)

#haha my brain waves #WHEW this is a long one #long post #btw if you EVER. want to know more about dream. or the dsmp. or anything i post about #or honestly just want to talk to me (oh god please i'm so lonely)#PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE send an ask!!!! or a dm!!!!!!!!!! i prommy i'll try to respond :3 #this goes out to ALL THE FOLLOWERS out there but especially you... theroseempress...#i see u in the notifs...#dream situation #<-tag people use to filter out this guy LMAO

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pinkwinesupernovas · 5 months ago

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(this is a lot of yapping sorry in advance babe)

dear zel,

i miss you rn so i'm writing this for you in english class and probably the class afterwards knowing me, (edit in printmaking period two, yes i am still writing this hehe)

i'm gonna be totally honest i'm literally writing my english assesment about you bc i was lost for inspiration and the promt fit soooo it's about our freindship hehe ily. i'm not totally sure if i'll submit this one for the final thing but writing about you makes me happy which is sappy as hell but i don't feel embarassed abt it bc you make me feel very safe to be embarrassingly sappy with you <3 i will send you the thing eventually even if i don't hand it in for marking but i don't think i'm allowed to post it cause it's school related so i'll send it on discord when i finish the first draft hehe <3 (i wrote 600 words about you in one hour that is lowkey scary)

also i'm going to yap about you nowww because i love youuuu mwah <3

i'm literally so glad we're friends, i'm not sure what our first interaction was but i think it was for your event?? and i am forever grateful for it i'm so glad we're friends you're literally one of my fav people i've met on this app i love you with my whole heartttt

one thing i loveee abt you is that i don't feel scared to spam your asks or tag you in one million things, idek what it is but you make me feel very safe to be sappy and clingy and i love that bc with most people i overthink whether i should send them things but with you i don't even hesitate bc ik you'll respond well and i love thatttt <3 you also match my enthusiasm and send lots of asks back and i love that sm <3

i literally adore talking to you bc you're such a sweet and kind person i'm lowkey in awe of it like how is one person so lovely you just light up the world ugh i love you sm, you're so fun to talk to and i just love you smmm (i hate timezones but six hours will not seperate us i love yapping with you too much)

alsooo just so you know, in my mind we're in a field of flowers together picking flowers and yapping while we eat pastries from a cute little bakery and drink like iced matcha or something that's my dream <333 i wish we could live closer bc i just know i'd love baking with you and stargazing and just dong cute little things whenever we wanted, just know that whenever i like your posts thats actually me mentally giving you a flower or two bc ily <3

also what i feel for you can be kind of wrapped up with a few songs so here: birds of a feather by billie, glue song by bea and clairo, the last one by maisie, feels like by gracie, and lots more but those are the songs that i can't listen to without thinking of you <3

ahhhhhh i'm still at school and stupid school wifi blocks tumblr AND discord (i've tried literally EVERY vpn i can it's so annoying ughhh) so i'll have to send this when i get home but just know i was thinking of you allllllll day at school and i miss you and i love you sm <3

okayyy this is written proof that i'm literally a proffessional yapper i've been adding to this on my notesapp throughout the day so i'm going to shut up now byeee i love you i'll send this when i get homeee <3

don't apologize oml

ALSO ARE YOU KIDDING ME IM GOING TO CRY LUCY THIS ACTUALLY MEANS SO MUCH TO ME you're not real

omg you wrote about us??? i would love love love to read it 🥹

you're right our first interaction literally was for my event which im so grateful for omg!!! cause we'd been moots for a while but i was very scared to interact w you but you engaged w my event and it made soooo happy

you're adorable and this right here made my whole day, i was feeling very sick in the morning and throughout the afternoon which HAS NOW DISAPPEARED SEEING ALL YOUR NOTIFS literally beaming w happiness rn

i love you so much, wayyy more than how much words can convey <333

#my amity ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚#mutuals ༊*·˚#giggling in the bus and people are looking at me weirdly but IDC

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thenextchapterbegins · 3 months ago

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Jayce bio

{My jayce suffers from antisocial behaviors and axienty please dont come into rps acting like jayce is how he is akin to canon he will be confused.}

{pss. theirs now a divergent act 7 at the bottom that allows non villain jayce rps.}

Act 1: A dream

Magic a thing of the past replaced by technoligcally and innovation towers and structures of steel and clockwork, airships that allow man kind to travel across the world in leisure, guns, cannons and other instruments of war that makes killing a past time…barely an after thought. Yet for one man magic still lives in his very core.

His name was jayce talis born into a village, a town nothing the size of piltover family of reknown due to its craftsmenship. Him, his father and mother a happy family a simple life. Until noxus attacked seeking resources, men, room to grow. His village didnt submit fast enough so noxus burned everything and anyone that didnt beg for mercy. jayce saw death beyond what anyone should see, saw his father cut before his eyes as his begged for him to run. The city burned for days as the few survivors fled, many groups were formed to flee to piltover or elsewhere and many broke apart. He and his mom seperated from the group traveled through the mountains and almost met a final death to its cold.

That is when destiny set its path on jayce. As the cold inticed an endless sleep a man appeared from the blizzard and jayce for the first time witnessed magic a power beyond the limits of man and this mage saved him and his mother teleporting them warmer, greener..and when asked how this was done. A tiny crystal plopped into his hands.

What he saw in his youth engrained in his brain and a goal, a passion, a destiny was locked into his mind. He needed to recreate this because if it could do good for him it could do good for their city, for the under…for the entire world.

Yet, he alone was not the man to unlock its secrets….sure to the world, his friends, those that saw him. He was an athetlic, handsome, young lad yet people seemed to only see positives or things they could use from him…and inside he was none of those things. He was a man who suffered from antisocial behaviors, anxiety, and an overwhelming sense that he alone carried this idea, this world on his shoulders…yet at that same time he ignored these issues believing them to a symptom of long days and long nights and these issues grew leading to panick attacks small or large, sickness and weariness. Yet he was alone for most of it and no one really knew not even himself truly. Denial is a strong thing.

Yet…an unlikely set of events occurred one that would shape his destiny forever…a robbery gone wrong and meeting someone who would become a friend for life…viktor. Viktor was the missing piece to his puzzle, the brain, the smarts, a friend a true friend that could understand him..truly for who he was…more then just..a golden boy…and together they created something that would change the world. Hex tech.

Act 2: The rise and fall.

3 long years since jayce met his bestfriend in the entire world viktor and together they created something he only dreamed of being able to create. Hextech and with it they have changed the world uniting it in ways they simply werent possible before. Yet these growths led to issues…jayces status grew, considerability. Going from an national icon of piltover to leading the best tech industry in the world and then…a council member and most of these choices not of his own design it was either forced, coerced or manipluated…and before he could get his head on a swivel it was too late and he was now this.

Another issue was growing with hextech….yes they had made incredible advances the unstable crystals were now stable and with they could act as power sources for amazing pieces of technology…and with or without the councils permission he was going to reveal it to the world he had a goal…yet the world had other plans for him. All the stress, all the struggle, lack of sleep and hunger. Then progress day. A surprise that he was to lead the speech of the day.

Despite the worlds insistance that he was charasmatic confident man he was simpyy wasnt. Sure with friends and those close to him he could talk your ear off but a large crowd compounding with everything else? It ended the way you would assume it did. Stress, upon stress, upon stress compounding harder and harder and harder and before jayce could even take a single step onto the stage his brain simply couldnt take it any more and snapped.

The next thing he knew he woke up in a hospital…doctors ruled it a massive panick attack that caused him to pass out taking quite a tumble as he did so.

This was only the beginning to his troubles though. With it becoming public that piltovers golden boy was instead an antisocial axienty ridden mess his status and…well i suppose the councils tolerance for his lack of bending to their will was compounding things further then it came.

The last crack….

Act 3: Obsession

Viktor was dying. The chemicals and gases of his childhood had been slowly eroding away his body and now it seems he had reached his limit and his only hope? Hexcore a new invention. Magic that learns, however viktor was having no such successes with it. No combination, no attempt, no theory or equation was working and with each failure viktor grew more desperate, more crazed, more worried….yet unknown to even viktor the news of his death. The knowing that the man who saved him, that knew him more then anyone else, that without he would have been reported as another scientist who tried too hard and the world ate him alive following failure another casuality of science. Without viktor..there would be no jayce. Without viktor…there was nothing, no hope…nothing.

The only chance was hexcore and the hexcore…knew it. Impossible, insane but it was true…jayce began to have dreams….runes, a combination…He saw unlimited power, the power of healing, the power to save viktor. He saw himself eyes glowing radiating with pure raw magic…yet nothing he attempted with the machine worked on its own…then the theory.

Everything he knew about magic, about it how cultivated, how it stained this world for years then disappeared…it made him realize if magic was so terrifying, so plentiful that heimidinger was so terrifed of it that even in this abstract it scared him…what if magic could be learned by anyone? Why would magic have such specifics of who and why and how it could be manifested? It would explain the man who saved him who seemed almost magical himself even without the crystal.

If this theory was correct…he could possibly cultivate magic within himself…however since the times of magic humanity has hardend, grown in touch with the more logical, the stone of the earth. They had grown harsh to the encroachment of magic….which means he would need something to help his body accept change along with something that could harness the power of the hexcore, and like a filter transfer that raw magic into himself without killing himself.

These answers wouldnt be found in piltover though….besides himself and viktor no one dares to look into these changes…no in order to save viktor…he needs to find help within the undercity. No matter its costs…he would save his friend even if he has to become a monster to do so.

Act 4: Ruin

Fire, broomstone, pain...destruction. So many emotions, groaning through his form after the explosion. A council meeting that saw to it the possible chance of finally doing some good instead of the slow rolling ball of destruction that was filtering through piltover into zaun.

Ruined all with a single explosion.

He hadnt been strong enough then, he hadn't been strong enough now...would he be strong enough going forward?

Death...so much death and ruin...

Viktor

He could barely remember his own feet moving, picking up the other and running, he hadn't been fast enough, he hadn't worked it out enough. He hadn't done enough.

Only a single choice now, it was amazing he could barely click it until later but they had both been secretly using it, both to save him..but viktor had used it so much more hadn't he?

It pulled to him, he merely guided it forward...viktor would hate him, despise him, but he didn't have a choice...he had failed too many people, his own weakness had gotten so many killed, never again...never again.

The combination barely filtered through his own mind he was moving purely off panic, something happened to the combination fusing the explosion of magic...

Caught in the crossfires, he was stable..but in that moment, he saw...everything...too fast to comprehend...the crystals in his arms groaned and flared with pain....but it worked... Viktor was stable, some kind of cocoon...but he was stable.

Act 5: The abyss

Jayce had always been teetering between sanity and the abyss, but with everything going on he felt like he had taken the plunge, caitlyns mom dying, stability between Zaun and Piltover was no longer a balancing act it was between war and full annihilation war.

His mind was beginning to unravel locked away barely had time to focus on other people he can barely remember visiting Caitlyn he can barely remember Mel checking up on him. His thoughts were flashing thrumming white noise as the hex-core began showing him more and more. He'd sleep, and wake up in the lab with more notes, papers, designs, and mathematics he couldn't remember writing.

Hallucinations were becoming more frequent he swore he could feel his father's hand on his shoulder pointing him to solutions, whispers in his mind. Reality slipping, breaking away...eyebags inside eyebags, muttering, frantic writing.

Viktor had to awake...he had to...he was all he had left, and then he did....but Viktor woke to something no longer resembling Jayce, sanity slipped off the edge hollow eyes stared at his friend. Joy, comfort, and stability all for a second but Viktor saw only the madman that Jayce had become...so he left, out of fear, pity, worry, or perhaps logically some proximity away from the hex-core now fused within him could help to stabilize Jayce.

It ripped further at Jayce, viktors leaving...but he couldn't hit rock bottom, he was already there...

Act 6: Recovery and the Anomaly

Viktors leaving had put a final hole in his heart, but even with all of it, even with so much lost his brain continued on, lugging his body on even if all he wanted to do was curl up and die. He had failed in every single aspect, from youth to now. He didn't save zaun, he didn't make peoples lives better, he didn't save those he cared about. Every single thing went wrong.

He resigned from the council, and stuck to his lab, some days felt like treading through a slog, and some days he could barely feel himself breathe let alone eat or sleep. Some days were better, Some days felt normal, weeks past and he had slowly begun to feel a semblance of normalcy, working in the lab, working to keep working. Then one day, he found Heimdinger and someone he didn't know breaking into his lab.

A complication, a growth, a mutation. Corruption, the horrifying idea that hextech even that he had brought ruin with. The only solution was to investigate the source, which turned to be one of the best and worse ideas of his life. The anomaly...a living representation of a wild rune..or something more..and of course he touched it.

Act 7: Rebirth

He saw impossible things, felt impossible things, in a second it was like his entire world split and slammed back together over and over again. All his worries, fears, traumas heightened, purified, both mind and body as the anomaly completed his earlier experiments...fulfilled his destiny...he saw horrors, he saw beauty, he saw and even go to walk in a few...he learned something in all that he saw beauty and horror, horror was led by the lack of will and the beauty was made by those who had the will to shape their worlds. Or at least, that's how he saw it....heimdinger once said that magic corrupts, consumes, changes...the anomaly fed off and fueled every woe, desire, anger, trauma inside jayce's body.

His form fully crystalized outside his face, his body flowed with magic, with power, the ability...no the opportunity to reshape the world to his image.

No more weakness, no more suffering, no more disease...he saw the patterns the symbols the runes...now he had the will.

Act 8: The end

Jayce reappeared, forcing himself back into his world, pullover...changed, broken, reforged, and reborn.. A lifetime of suffering, a lifetime of pain culminating to a single moment...

He would save Piltover and zaun...bring forth a new age. The jayce talis of before was gone...The herald of magic was here...and by luck or fate it seemed that Piltover was free. free of Ambessa, free of Caitlyn, free of all those that could have put up some kind of a front. All down in Zaun chasing after viktor...

But he, he knew what to do...he had..no needed to force a new age. A transformation...

Noxians left in the city? Erdicated, those not loyal, brought to heel, those loyal, converted. The council? Splintered.

One ruler, one mage, one vision.

...with a touch he a word he could imbue...people with magic and reappearing in the center of the hexgate...he had all the power in the world to reshape piltover...

No more weakness, no more disease, no more pain, no more suffering.

By the end of the day piltover as it was, was gone...to those outside it watched as enforcers converted half crystal half flesh, watched as towering etheral towers and walls enclosed the city and the slow construction of a spire slowly building atop the highest hexgate.

Those below, those down below be they enemies or friends have to put aside their own wants..or else the world they knew it would end.

Seen once as the golden boy of tomorrow now lost in the confines of his own mind, his own madness has turned to force the world into a new age of power...whether it wanted it or not.

A divergent finale?

Act 7: Two heralds.

What if instead of the anomaly fracturing Jayce further and descending him to the route his entire life seemed to be pushing him towards, he retained more of himself? Retained more hope? What if he hadn't taken over Piltover or killed Viktor, instead going to the commune not to destroy it but to help it? What would the world look like if two heralds led a new age?

#Jayce Talis: Tomrrow came #Bio

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Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 19 Group 95

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

Cheer Factory: Goo & Bot

Submissions are still open!

Cheer Factory:

waves at you . hi !!!!! (pastes in my pre made rant and slightly edits and adds onto i

you have NO IDEA how much ‘found family’ energy these two give off (unless yyou do . by coincidence.uhm) like?? they find out theyre on the pink team and BOTH bot and goo shout “YEAHHH,, PINK TEAM !!” in unison . and then they immediately start getting along throughout the show . they are siblings to me they are the duo ever theyre like so silly theyre like two little kids in a trench coat/pos

okay so let me talk about bot first of all bot is . theyre heavily implied to be trans actually NO not heavily implied it’s practically CANON because bot is supposed to be the robot replica of a dead person named bow but later on they say they “aren’t bow” and that they wanna be a different person !!!! in the newer episodes literally when they were drawing what they wanna look like they put they/them on the paper and it was shown ON SCREEN !!!!!/pos/silly and in the new episode they GOT their new look and when they noticed their eyelashes were gone and all the other cool details they got they said “it’s so… me !! :D” ALSO: this small speech they gave

“yknow, lately ive been worried,, if i went by a different name, or maybe even ,, looked a little different.. i wouldnt be me anymore., but you helped me realize that,, no matter what you put out there.. youre still you” UWAHHHHHH/POS okay now goo second of all goo is like the silliest little goofball ive seen on a web series . he dances with PINECONES and makes weird analogies and made a 3 hour film for bot after they came out he did NOT deserve to be voted out for that i really hope they reunite because they didnt get to talk much before goo’s elimination and not ONLY that but literally goo got eliminated BEFORE he got to see bot’s new look he doesn’t even know that their name is bot he still thinks its tbd as far as i know (also because the only pictures of them together so far are literally before bot got their new look so. im gonna have to separate them when i submit photos��💔) and the interaction right before his elimination was like kinda awkward unfortunately but it made me sob/hj

"yeah,, i liked it !! but.. it was,,. a lot :[ listen goo,, i-i dont need this new identity to be such a big grand spectacle , i just want you to treat me like. llike me . with all the uncertainty lately, it helps everything feel just a bit more,, normal , yknow .?" “oh,, ohfor sure ,! i get it !! it’s like,, you just wanted a slice of cake, and i went and gave you the whole bakery ,:D !!” “hehe, yyup, nailed it !! ,:)” ↑↑↑ UWAHHHHHHH😭/LH/POS and third of all their alliance name they are literally called THE CHEER FACTORY because they wanna CHEER PEOPLE UP and they did !!!!! they cheered up clover and the floor ithink yes the floor is a character ssshshshshhsshh and goo literally lost one of the challengesbecause he laughed at the floor’s joke AND HE DID NOT CARE he was just glad he got to cheer somebody up !!!!! “another satisfied customer at the,, CHEER FACTORY !!! :D” LITERALLY HE WAS SO HAPPY and also when they were separated into two seperate teams goo is IMMEDIATELY sad when he notices bot isnt with him “sigh… i guess the cheer factory has become the.., cheer llc. :[“ I FELT SO BAD FOR THE BOTH OF THEM also can you tell whos my favorite/hj/lh anyways theyre silly theyre blorbos theyre the duo ever and thats why they should be in this competition (psssssst pstpst hhey im not gonna force you or anything btw but watch this video that interviews goo after he got eliminated from the show please/nf/ ineed to provide more evidence/hj/lh) || https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eb4iAbI2f3s

goo literally made a video that was like 3 hours.long which was dedicated to bot's new identity after they said they were a robot and weren't "bow" and also they both have their own silly little alliance in the show called "The Cheer Factory" ❗❗❗ cmon theyre like. theyre literally like two little kids in a trenchcoat/silly theyrefound family siblings to me

Naruto & Umino:

everyone in the village hated naruto since the day he was born bc of the demon that lives in his insides somewhere (this sounds crazy if you haven't seen the show but trust me here). iruka was his teacher at school. when everyone was graduating, naruto failed and some side character told him that if he stole a secret scroll he'd pass (since he failed). they were using him tho, and were planning on killing him (i think). and then iruka goes after him and finds him with the scroll before the other person did, and was the first person to actively defend naruto, and was the first person to believe him and see him as the person he was (he's like 12 here btw). and then, iruka always acts as a father figure to naruto, and at the very end of the series, when naruto gets married, he asks iruka to be his father at his wedding. i cried like a little bitch and i swear to god i just lvoe them so much. i doubt anyone will submit them butAAAAAA. ALSO IRUKA PASSED HIM IN THE END AND GAVE HIM HIS OWN FUCKING HEADBAND!!! SOBS AND CRIES AND SCREAMS

iruka was the first person to ever believe in naruto. it’s mentioned throughout the story how much of an impact iruka had on naruto just by believing in him, and it’s super sweet. the real kicker is that at the end of the show, naruto asks iruka to play the role of his father at his wedding, and i will never not cry about it!! literally look at them!!! never shutting up about this!!

#tumblr polls #poll #polls #tournament poll #found family #found family tournament 2023 #tumblr tournament #tournament #Cheer Factory #Inanimate Insanity #Naruto Uzumaki #Iruka Umino #Naruto #Goo #Bot

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who-do-i-know-this-man-s3 · 6 months ago

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Hi I know this is an annoying question that comes back but here's the thing. I have a submission of characters that's a duo and always go together. They are two seperate being, so I may as well submit one of them, but I still want to know if I can submit the two. They won't have a wiki page since they're not from any media. Again, sorry for the annoying ask.

Ehhh... no, I think that they should be submitted separately. Sorry.

Also, sorry for the question in return, but if they're not from any media, what're they from?

#asks

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achillean-heartbeat · 8 months ago

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ive been rereading this post and i saw someone in the tags say this might have been an instance when "the jack made use of his spade"

and now i cant stop thinking about the eroticism of Nigel submitting to Alex and being under his full control. Alex slipping into a truly domineering side that he hadnt explored up until now and completely unleashing it on Nigel.

On the topic of their "first time" and losing "virginity", this first murder together could be their first time.

Maybe Nigel was already there ready to kill her, and Alex caught him when he was back from having missed Susan and the theatre.

Alex catches Nigel, blood splattered on his face and collar, red striking on Nigel's pale skin.

Alex doesn't realise who the person lying on the floor is, too taken with Nigel's appearence before him.

It is only after they both stare into each others eyes for what seems like a full 10 minutes in silence that Alex looks down to see Susan.

His face instantly hardens as he realises what Nigel has done.

Instead of approaching the body of Susan to inspect her, Alex finds his feet leading him inches away from Nigel's.

Nigel is still staring at him, but now, the ghost of a smile hovers on his lips as he realises Alex recognized who the body is.

Here, on this hill, where it is only Alex, Nigel and a dead body, Alex can't bring himself to care about anything else other than the boy in front of him. Alex finds it funny, for an instant, because this is what hid mind has been like when he is not distracted ever since Nigel entered his life: Just them, together, seperated from anything else.

Alex looks down at Nigel's hands, his fingertips tainted with partly dried and fresh blood. In the silence of the cabin, not even Nigel's breath can be heard. The only sound made is when Alex's breath hitches as his own hand reaches for Nigel's, heart picking up pace.

Alex's fingers stop mid air, barely a breath away from Nigel's. Intense heat radiates from Nigel's body and cuts cleanly through the freezing cold of the cabin. He closes his eyes for a moment, needing to ground himself at the terrifying urge clawing its way up from the pit of his stomach. But he fails to keep them closed. Fails to resist that horrible, horrible want, when Nigel's soft whispering voice pushes him off the precipice:

"Jack, i didn't finish your present yet..."

Alex feels himself swallow a ball of nerves and something when he opens his eyes and sees Nigel practically smiling sheepishly. He looks embarrassed and... Alex's eyes widen to see pink dusting Nigel's cheeks.

Alex gives in.

Because that is the only thing he knows to do with Nigel.

When god presents an offering, the believer takes it.

Alex gives in to the Thing that has been rising in him ever since he stepped into the cabin and laid his eyes on Nigel's blood covered face.

He closes the distance between their hands and grabs Nigel's.

Alex looks up and locks eyes with Nigel, not wanting to miss a single instant from his gaze, and bring Nigel's blood soaked hands to his face.

Nigel cocks his head, starting to say something, but his lips freeze open in the middle of a vowel in the way Alex can't avert his eyes from when Nigel speaks to him.

Alex opens his mouth and places Nigel's fingers on the bed of his tongue.

Alex eyes stay on Nigel. Nigel is still frozen in place.

Alex then closes his mouth, heat of his mouth envelopping 2 of Nigel's fingers. He sucks his cheek, making every cavity of his mouth rub against Nigel's fingers. Then comes his tongue, slithering between the two fingers, copper taste invading his taste buds.

Alex almost loses himself in his own ministrations, but he is suddenly brought back when his eyes latch on to Nigel slowly gulping, eyes darting to Alex's mouth.

There. There it is. The wood Alex needed to fuel the fire inside him: Nigel's resolve breaking. Nigel breaking, Alex thinks, and he goes a little light headed thinking about breaking Nigel with his own hands, his own words.

Alex doesn't get shocked at Nigel responding to his own inner thoughts anymore, their bond having become a part of him, of them.

So he doesn't back away when after picturing Nigel at his feet, Nigel suddenly steps even more into his space, their torsos now pressed against each other, and says "Yes. Yes, Jack."

edit: i just found this post in my draft and i thought i would free it from there but i still dont know why i replied to a meta post with a fic

A Normal Post About Like Minds

Spoilers, obvsly, along with some dark and gruesome content - you were warned. People just here for hot Tom Sturridge had best move along - this is not the post you're looking for.

I've been thinking a normal amount about this movie, and my brain keeps going back to the central problem of the unreliable narrator and trying to determine who actually did what vs Jack's tale.

So, who killed Susan?

Things we can know about Nigel: His notebooks and drawings exist as an objective fact, as does his secret room along with all the taxidermy and preserved creatures, and they tell us that he is meticulous, precise, perceptive, detail-oriented, obsessively observant, extremely tidy, fascinated by dead things/how creatures work, and heavily invested in his own personal mythology re: the Templars.

Things we can know about Alex/Jack: His behavior at the police station and his school records/interactions are an objective fact. The events after he is cleared of the murder charges are also fact. From them, we can determine that he is impulsive, aggressive, reckless, intelligent, disrespectful of authority and tradition, rebellious, disillusioned, obsessed with Nigel, had intercourse with Susan's corpse (by inference from his later actions), desecrated a grave, and stole a skull.

Now let's consider Nigel's characteristics in comparison with the crime scene:

This crime scene is a mess. Blood everywhere, tools haphazardly tossed aside. The intestines hung from the ceiling for no reason. Nothing about this seems in character for Nigel. Instead it's sloppy, exaggerated, violent, impressionistic.

I posit that Alex/Jack murdered Susan using tools like those Nigel uses, perhaps to try to shift blame to him. But more than that, this murder scene reads like Alex/Jack's homage to Nigel's dissection of the bird in their shared room. It smacks of an artist's recreation of the witnessed image, an exploration of his conflicted and disturbing emotions writ in loose, interpretive gestures.

the arms/wings pinned out to the sides

the open cavity, the rib spreader

the lifting of the intestines

the steel pan

the open window/a structure that is ALL window

the blood splashes on the pan/the blood splashes on the window and potting bench

the formaldehyde container and tubing hanging from a support/the intestines hung in much the same way

even the containers on the desk/pots on the potting bench

Was it a tribute or a mockery, or maybe some complex mix of both of these and more? Is he, in fact, using Nigel metaphorically as an implement for killing?

#like minds #like minds 2006 #nigel colbie #alex forbes #alex x nigel #nigel x alex #jack #murderous intent

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tokusaatsus · 2 years ago

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this has been in my mind lately, can i request izumi and madara (seperated please!) having a late night drive with their bike with their s/o <33 im having a bikerboy izumi brainrot rn i don't think im okay.

☆—MIKEJIMA MADARA

You’re curled up on the couch in the dorm, feet tucked beneath you as you leaf through the proposals submitted for the next Fes. It’s nearing 11PM, but you’re not tired and you want to try to be productive for a bit, to try and take some pressure off of poor Producer-chan.

Seriously, those guys take her for granted!? It’s no wonder you’re her favourite, what with the way the others treat her…

Chk!

The sound of something hitting the windowpane makes your head shoot up from where you were poring over Valkyrie’s requirements for their next Live. Huh? You dismiss it. It was probably just a falling branch or something.

Chk!

Your eye twitches. It’s fine. It’s fine.

Chk! Chk! Chk!

Oh my fucking God. You stand up, scowling fiercely. I’m going to kill you, you think viciously. Like, who the fuck throws shit at someone’s window at fucking 11:19 in the night? If your poor dormmates had the tragic luck of seeing you right now, they’d probably be cowering in terror at the intense amount of bloodlust emanating from your body.

You slam open the window frame, ready to give whoever it is a piece of your mind, and just narrowly miss getting headshotted by a rock. Only your quick reflexes prevent any lasting damage, and you feel a vein throb in your forehead.

Why, you little…

“Y/N-saaaan!”

Wh. What. You think you may be hallucinating

No way…

You lean over the edge, and standing just below you, so close you could literally reach out and touch him, is none other than Mikejima Madara, in the flesh and definitely not a hallucination.

“Madara-kun…? What are you doing?”

“I wanted to see you!” You flush. Jeez, he’s so honest about these things. He grins when he sees the way you duck to hide your blushing face. And, oh wow. That’s way too bright for 11:27 at night. “Come down!”

You blink. You can’t deny, his face is a welcome sight after 2 or so hours of reading reports in various handwriting, ranging from neat and pretty (Shu-kun) to downright horrible–what you’re certain is a bastardised version of English and Kanji (Chiaki-kun). But you hesitate, because whatever work you leave now means more work for Producer-chan tomorrow.

Still, you’ve found yourself missing him lately. With all his Double Face work, and how you’ve been busy chasing after everyone, you’ve barely been able to spend any time together in the past few weeks.

Your resolve practically collapses after you take a look at his smiling face. I can’t say no to that face, you lament piteously.

“Yeah, okay…” You concede. You swing one leg over the bottom edge of the window frame, and begin the arduous task of squeezing yourself through the gap. As you teeter precariously on the razor’s edge between safety and–well, maybe not death, but certainly injury–you pause. “Madara-kun, if I fell, would you catch me?”

“Of course.” The answer comes immediately.

You smile at him, softly. “Okay. Hey, Madara-kun. Catch.”

You push yourself fully off of the window, fully trusting the man below you to catch you in his arms. It’s stupid, sure, but maybe he makes you stupid. And your implicit trust is rewarded as you collapse straight into strong arms, like the perfect bridal carry.

“Y/N-saaaan!” Madara cries out. “Why did you do that? What if I didn’t catch you?”

“I knew you would,” You say. “I trust you.”

That makes him pause, just a bit, before he takes it in stride. Still, you can see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. He seems to shake himself, then does an abrupt turn and starts marching towards the dorm entrance. You squawk.

“Ah, Madara-kun, put me down?”

“No way!” He chirps. “What happens if Y/N-san gets cold? I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Madara-kun!”

You smack him, affronted. You are not a delicate maiden, or whatever! Despite the fact that you get cold easily, it’s nothing you can’t handle… Still, you find yourself just a tiny bit grateful for the fact that he exudes warmth like a furnace. You resist the urge to snuggle closer. It would be, frankly, embarrassing.

He comes to a stop in front and you squirm out of his arms, wincing when the wet grass squelches unpleasantly under your slippers.

You freeze, caught in the aura of an absolutely gorgeous being, and you feel your soul cleanse itself just by standing in the vicinity of this beautiful lady. You rush forwards to run your hands over the smooth curves and ridges.

“Oh, Baby-chan…” You sigh. “You’re looking lovely…”

Madara-kun laughs behind you. “Sometimes, I think Y/N-san only puts up with me for Baby-chan…but she is very beautiful, isn’t she?”

“You’ve found me out.” You deadpan. “Baby-chan and I are having an illicit affair.”

“I knew it!” Madara-kun makes a mock-affronted noise, but you can see the faint undercurrent of hurt running through it. Maybe someone else might not have noticed, but you’ve spent enough time with him to be able to tell.

You laugh. “Don’t worry, though. You’re still my favourite.”

He smiles as he mounts Baby-chan. “That’s how it should be~ Anyways, climb on!”

You do so, with necessary wariness as he wears his helmet. As much as you love Baby-chan (and Madara-kun, you suppose…), high speeds are not for you, especially in a vehicle without seatbelts. He revvs the engine, and Baby-chan purrs in a way that sends shivers down your spine. “Ready?” He calls over his shoulder. You tighten your arms around his waist. “Hold on tight!”

And you’re off. The streetlights flare yellow as they catch in puddles of water dripping along the roadside. The scenery blurs as you ride past, a flurry of monochrome–black and grey, the moonlight washing everything out. It’s scary.

It’s beautiful.

Baby-chan growls once again, and you flinch. The way he swerves into hairpin turns makes you feel like your heart is going to beat straight out of your chest and onto the road. Of course Madara-kun would be the adrenaline-junkie sort of driver…

“Having fun?”

“Hng. I think we left my stomach behind a few turns back.” You bury your face into his back, grateful that it’s late enough that no one is out and about to see you being such a baby. So undignified! You feel his chest rumble with laughter. “What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing, nothing! Ah, just…Y/N-san is soooo cute, I want to kiss you right now…”

A beat of silence, while he waits for his words to register in your dizzy brain.

Then:

“HUH!?”

☆—SENA IZUMI

Gorgeous ♡

come to the dorm entrance i have something to show you

You

???

i–

babe what???

Read at 03:31 AM

ok then

omw ig

Read at 03:34 AM

You shove your fingers into your pockets to stave off the cold as you hover nervously near the gates. It’s late, and you’re really lucky ES is pretty lax with curfew. You suppose you have UNDEAD to thank for that, what with all the nighttime Lives they do. You make a note to thank them later.

“Hey,”

You perk up. “Babe, hi! What’s up–oh my God.” Stowing your phone in your pocket as you turn around to catch sight of…

Your boyfriend, dressed impeccably as usual in jeans and a button-up shirt, a leather jacket tossed carelessly over his shoulder (you’re kind of jealous? He looks good in anything. He could probably make a potato sack look good, if you’re being honest?), a silver helmet tucked under one arm. But that’s unimportant. The part you really care about is:

The absolutely gorgeous bike leaning next to him. Silver, with black and chrome tints. A cruiser by the looks of it, with a larger bulky shape, unlike the smooth, streamlined body of Mikejima’s beloved ‘Baby-chan’.

Wow.

Izumi smirks at you. “Like what you see?”

You laugh giddily. “Yes! It’s beautiful.”

“I know.” He scowls briefly as your words register. “I’m not an ‘it’.”

You blink, disconcerted. “I know? I was talking about the bike?”

“Oh.”

You clasp your hands together pleadingly. That bike is the most gorgeous motherfucking thing you’ve ever laid eyes on–second only to Izumi who is literally the single most beautiful thing ever created, so that doesn’t count–and you’ll be damned if you don’t get to ride it at least once.

“Can I drive it? Please? Pretty please?”

Izumi scoffs and turns his head away, but you think you can see the faintest colouring of pink rising in his cheeks. “Sure, whatever.”

He tosses you the keys, and you suppress a squeal. “Best boyfriend ever! Did I ever tell you how I am literally, like, sooooo in love with you?”

“Ew, stop being gross!?”

You roll your eyes lovingly, because if you look up tsundere in the dictionary Izumi’s face is probably the first picture you’ll see. You hop on the bike, and motion for Izumi to follow after. He does so hesitantly, a sour look forming on his face, but you’re too busy running your hands reverently over the sleek metal fastenings to notice.

“Hime~chan,” You murmur, slow and sensual, trying to channel your inner Izumi, the one who’s a part of Knights, who has fans thirsting over him on Tweeter. “Let me give you the best night of your life~”

“Are you…are you dirty-talking a motorbike right now?”

Izumi’s voice is full of derision and barely-concealed annoyance. You turn to look at him. “Who else would I dirty-talk to?”

The subsequent affronted look that appears on his face makes you want to burst out laughing. You force yourself to think of sad, depressing things so you don’t. Sad puppies, sad Mikejima’s, Hakaze when he tries so Goddamn hard to get a date… Yup, that’ll do it.

You revv up the engine, revelling in the roar that vibrates through your fucking bones. “Izumi, are you holding on?”

He places his hands lightly upon your shoulders, and you giggle before reaching behind you to tug his arms tightly around your waist because that’s not going to save him from being thrown off. He makes an aborted sound before he goes silent. “Ready?”

He taps a single finger against your hip, agreement, and you don’t waste a second before you’re tearing across the asphalt like this is Tokyo Drift and you’re the main character (does this make Izumi your love interest?).

The wind tears through your hair, and you know it’s going to be Hell to detangle later, but hey. What’s the use of having a sexy, sexy supermodel boyfriend if he doesn’t pamper you sometimes?

You speed up, just a bit. Just for the thrill. Head thrown back, you laugh as you swerve a perfect U for the next turn, loud and wild and free.

You can feel Izumi’s heart beating a panicked staccato against your chest, so you make an effort to slow down. His grip is tight, nails digging into the curve of your hips, face buried into the curve of your neck. His breathing gradually lessens from the terrified high it had been earlier and by the time you stop in front of the Starmony Dorms, it’s evened out entirely.

You pat the tail-end of the bike lovingly as you flick the kickstand out with the toe of your sneakers. “Oh, Hime~chan, you were wonderful tonight~ I had so much fun!”

Izumi reaches for you at the same time you turn to face him and you find yourself pinned against the wall, his hands framing either side of your head. “I… Izumi?”

“You’re sooo annoying, did you know that?” He huffs. “This whole time, you haven’t looked at me once. What’s up with that? Do you think your bike,”–“Hime-chan,” you correct, much to his annoyance–“is better than me?”

“N-no, of course not.”

“Then what does ‘Hime-chan’ have that I don’t!” Izumi’s brows are furrowed. You soften.

“Aw, babe, if you were jealous you could’ve just told me…” You say, ignoring his mutter of ‘I’m not jealous’. That’s adorable…! “You’re always number one in my heart!”

You lean forward to knock your forehead against his. He wrinkles his nose cutely but doesn’t pull away or complain about the close proximity, just entangles his fingers with yours. “I love you more than anything, okay?”

A mumbled ‘okay’ is your only response, and you smile.

The night sky smiles down on your lover, and you. What more could you possibly need at this moment?

OMAKE:

“When you said ‘Hime-chan’ is gorgeous, did you mean more gorgeous than me?”

“Oh, my God.”

☆—notes!

WC: 2k words

HOLY SHIT wtf i wrote. 2k words. for THIS??? huh??? ty anonnie for fuelling my brainworms, now i have fuckin leather jacket bikerboys on the brain sobs. ik my subtle mama bias is showing but ur honour i love him. also i hc babychan as a naked bike since she’s pretty sleek as far as i can tell? + her handlebars are thinner and i don’t think she has a front windshield so yeah… anyways i saw this as my chance to ramble abt bikes (bcuz bikes are my guilty pleasure!!) so im sorry if u learnt shit abt bikes u didn’t need to know. also tokyo drift is a fast&furious movie jsyk!! not me subtly dragging kaoru LMFAO i swear i love him. i hope u enjoyed this anonnie <3!! bcuz i rlly had fun writing this (which is why it’s so long incase u couldn’t tell sobs)

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writingfics-passingtime · 3 years ago

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Self-Defence

~4700 words of ler!Bucky tickle fluff

I received this prompt from a lovely reader who would prefer to stay anon 💜 Would you be willing to write a Bucky x reader fic where they’re in an established relationship and they’re sparring or he’s helping her with her fighting skills? And maybe he finds out she’s ticklish somehow during that.

I leaned into TFATWS Bucky for this one, though Bucky is still an unfamiliar character for me to write. Hope I can do him justice !!

CW: Mentions of fighting/killing, swearing

Pairing: Bucky x gender neutral reader

“Just basic self-defence,“ you promised earnestly, then laughed at his wary hesitance. “Bucky, I’m not trying to become an Avenger. I just think it would be good for me to know how to defend myself.”

Bucky pulled you closer against his side as you sat on your couch together, pressing a firm kiss into your temple. “What are you afraid of?”

“Living in New York City.” You looked at him and raised your eyebrows as if it were obvious. Bucky sighed and closed his eyes, a little resigned.

It was selfish, he knew it was, that he didn’t want to teach you any fighting skills. It’s not that he wanted to be needed, or that he wanted to be your hero, it’s that he loved how you felt so seperate from the whole world of violence. You were a strong person, and there was a softness and kindness to you, an innocence he didn’t see often.

His life, in the broken pieces he had lived it, had been the almost the opposite of yours.

His hands had taken countless lives, even before the serum. Sure, they were NAZI lives, though something about pulling a trigger and watching another person stop breathing just sticks with you. He sometimes remembered the people he killed as Sergeant James Barnes and not as a puppet, and wondered what had gone so horribly wrong for them to fight for something so evil.

You, on the other hand, had taken an oath to do no harm.

He met you in an army rehab clinic for amputees. He wasn’t a regular amputee, but you weren’t a regular doctor. Like many young people who didn’t grow up in a wealthy home, you signed up for the military to have your medical school costs covered in exchange for several years of service.

Four years into your degree you were topping all your classes and impressing every mentor you had, including the ones from the army. The US Military was desperate to keep you, so they gave you the best doctors to work under and, therefore, the most exciting and challenging patients to work on. So when you graduated you continued on helping out on the homeland; you preferred to work with veterans, and you were good enough to have your preferences catered to.

Bucky was good at reading people, good at seeing their intentions. After his pardon and the start of his reintegration into life, doctors and scientists were a part of his usual repertoire of appointments. He’d agreed to submit to tests regarding how the cryogenic freezing affected human life, how his metal arm was fused, anything that could assist in helping fellow soldiers who may be critically injured or needing a prosthetic. He refused, however, to submit to any testing which attempted to understand the serum. You seemed, Bucky read, outwardly uninterested in the serum and far more interested in how his body responded to his arm.

At first, Bucky hardly spoke to you as you worked with him and his prosthesis. You were focused, professional, gentle, deliberate with every movement. He could tell you were young, that perhaps you hadn’t been a doctor all that long, so he didn’t want to distract you. Besides, striking up a conversation would inevitably lead to questions and questions lead to frustration, guilt, regression. Thankfully, you had plenty to do and you never seemed phased by the silence in between your exchanges of medical information, the requests for how his body responded when you pressed here or there. Was that tender? Can you feel that?

Most of the tests were to make sure his muscle tissue wasn’t dying and that his bones were coping alright with the strain of the metal arm and its anchor plates. The results of which may help determine whether prosthetics such as his were safe enough to become standard issue.

One day, a couple month in, you were performing a scan to read his muscle mass to compare with his other arm and previous readings, pretty standard for his time on your tablle, and he was visited by a General while you were underway. Bucky noticed your jaw clench as the General tossed a mission file onto the exam table beside where Bucky was sitting upright.

“We need you, Sergeant,” the General said firmly, explaining there was a warlord holding a bunch of villagers hostage in a remote part of a South-East Asian country Bucky had never been to. “Those people may die without your help.”

“How much oil are they sitting on?” Bucky asked with an icy tone, opening the file with his right hand to take a look at the pictures meant to tug on his heartstrings.

“Sergeant, despite common misconceptions, the US government doesn’t invade every oil-rich country it its sights. These are lives, not barrels, that we’re looking to save.”

Bucky set his jaw and noticed your touch become a little more hesitant. You were listening. A glance from the corner of his eye told him you weren’t happy with what you were hearing. He’d have to get a better look at you to know if your tensed fingers were the result of the request, or his jab at his superior. Maybe you didn’t like conflict. That would be nice.

“I’ll think about it,” Bucky closed the file. “Let’s not distract the good doctor,” he tilted his head towards you and the General left. Bucky didn’t stand or salute. When you were alone with him again, Bucky chuckled once through his nose. “Got somethin’ to say?”

He didn’t turn his head to look at you, but you didn’t seem to react. “It’s your life,“ you’d said in a low voice as you turned and wrote some notes on his file. “No one has the right to tell you what to do. Certainly not me.”

“What if I’m interested in your professional opinion?”

You were silent as you looked at the closed Manila folder. “Tsinia?” He nodded. You nodded and wrote a few more notes. “My professional opinion is the Tsinian people have been living through a quasi-anarchy for nearly two decades and the United States has sent barely a million in aid. That’s less than twenty cents per capita,” you told him without looking up from your scribbling.

“Huh.”

“The US government doesn’t give a shit about Tsinia,” you continued, your writing becoming more tense. “They probably do give a shit about the gold mines that they’re paying off journalists to ignore.”

“How do you know they’re paying off journalists?”

You relaxed, stopping writing, and shrugged with one shoulder. “The fringe outlets are reporting it. The ones with integrity,” you looked him dead in the eyes, then seemed to realise you didn’t really do that a lot. Bucky didn’t blame you. He knew his stare could be intense. “I’m out of line. My apologies, Sergeant.”

“At least you’re honest.”

“That’ll get me fired,” you smiled sadly and clicked your pen shut. “We’re done for today.”

Bucky started taking more notice of you after that day. He liked that you spoke your mind when he asked, he liked that you swore in front of him and shared your dead-honest opinion. He’d seen his fair share of doctors and specialists to pick out a polite bedside manner from a mile away, but he began to notice you didn’t have that same clinical gaze the others had, maybe because you were new. Your interest seemed genuine, but you didn’t bombarde him with the unanswered questions he knew you must have.

A few weeks later, when he entered, you smiled, “I’d like to make sure your nerves are still fully functioning,” you said as he sat down. He’d done some of this before, though most of your work had been with his muscles and bones. “I want to use this to send pinpoint electric signals through your skin,” you held up a small silver rod that looked not unlike a pen. “Is it okay if I proceed?”

When he first started his treatment with you, Bucky found himself a little impatient going through the weekly routine of you asking permission to carry out any test you wanted to do. One day, when he was particularly under the weather, he almost snapped and told you to get on with it and stop asking every damn time. He was glad he didn’t; he knew wasn’t frustrated at you, not at all, but it seemed like something he could pin his annoyance on. Besides, he had enough to amends to make without creating more to jot down in his notebook. When he calmed down later, he thought of all those times again, and he softened into a silent guilt.

You were the first person ever to ask for explicit permission to lay your hands on him. That had to count for something.

So he decided he would be thankful every time you made sure it was okay. His therapist routinely said he should express gratitude more, and you liked subjecting him to tests, so surely he’d be allowed to test such things on you to see if it would make him feel better.

So that day, after you’d sought his permission, he nodded and looked up at where you were standing next to him. “I appreciate you asking, Doc.”

Bucky bit back a smirk as your face flashed with surprise for a moment, then softened into a content and somewhat shy smile. “Of course,” you mumbled, then proceeded with disconnecting his metal arm and removing the anchor plates from his skin.

“This shouldn’t hurt,” you said as you pressed the device to the top of his shoulder. “So if it does - sing out. Something’s wrong. This may take a while,” you warned with an apologetic smile. “Let me know if at any point you stop feeling it.”

He nodded and relaxed as you placed a hand on his shoulder to identify the places you wanted to start.

A few months ago, the idea of being so comfortable with someone touching the mangled skin on his former arm seemed impossible. But you never grimaced, you never cringed or tried to make some funny joke about it or reassure him that there were so many other people like him (there weren’t). You just took it in stride. Yes, you were okay.

The device sent signals through his skin and touched his nerves in a way that felt as if it were blooming underneath his skin and spreading to the nerves around it. It wasn’t unpleasant, it certainly didn’t hurt, if anything it just made his arm feel a little tingly and fuzzy.

“I’m not going to Tsinia,” Bucky said, casting a glance up at you. “I did some reading after we talked,” he pulled the corners of his mouth downwards and shook his head with his tense frown. “I can’t be complicit.”

You were silent as you thought, shifting the device further down his shoulder area. “Wouldn’t that be violating direct orders, Sergeant?”

“I’m not active duty.”

“Someone should tell them that,” you said a little quickly, then seemed to bite your tongue. Bucky grinned and that seemed to ease you. Then, as you pressed the device against the skin just above his ribs he tensed and grimaced, not quite believing the super-soldier serum didn’t zap away all his little weaknesses.

“Is this hurting?” You asked with concern laced in your voice.

“No,” Bucky shook his head, not looking you in the eye.

“You have to tell me if it-“

”It tickles, alright?” He chuckled, a little embarrassed. Bucky bit his lip through a sheepish smile and ran his other hand through his hair as he tried to control the smile which the sensation was trying to tug into his cheeks.

“Sorry,” you smiled. You didn’t really look too sorry. You moved the device closer to the back of his arm and Bucky flinched quite hard, a small laugh escaping his lips before he pursed them shut. “I swear I’m not doing this on purpose. It’s good to know your nerves still work.”

Bucky groaned and laughed a little as he covered his eyes with his hand. “Any chance you could exclude this from your notes? I know Tony reads my files for the arm upgrades and I don’t need him coming up with any cute nicknames.”

He looked at you and you were still smiling, amused, and you nodded. “Of course, Sergeant.”

“Bucky,” he offered. You smiled politely and nodded again, then jumped back when he flinched a bit harder. “Ohokay, I think my nerves are fine,” he winced again, rubbing away the ticklish sensation.

“That they are,” you grinned and wrote some things down. “I’m happy with how your shoulder is responding,” you told him as you placed your notes down and reconnected the anchor plates. “My tests are done, so I think after next week we can move to quarterly check-ups to make sure your shoulder is holding up,” you smiled positively and reattached his arm, stepping aside to let him truly engage it with a full swinging rotation. “I’m guessing Dr Banner will be able to do those from the Compound. Save you a trip here,” you continued, picking up your notes again. “So I’ll see you next Thursday and then you’ll be rid of me, Bucky.”

When he left that day, he found himself disappointed at the sudden change. His therapist might say his brain needed routine to latch onto, so since you were a regular part of his week maybe his mind was just trying to cope with the upcoming change. But it seemed unfair that as soon as he opened up to first-name-basis that he probably wouldn’t see you again, and he found himself unwilling to probably not see you again. So, the next week as you bid him goodbye and thanked him for his patience, he asked you to dinner. You seemed surprised, but not unpleasantly so.

You’d told him you’d love to.

Five months later he was sitting in your apartment trying to dispel the foolish notion that it was a good idea for him to teach you how to fight.

As he got to know you better he found out that your bedside manner was a dam holding back a flood of tenacity and determination. You were strong and confident, but so unbelievably kind. You had a beautiful way of living out your caring nature that didn’t make him feel smothered or incapable or broken; you were reliably easy-going. And, like him, you were also stubborn.

“Fine,” Bucky sighed, tapping your waist where his hand had been holding you close. “Get up.”

“What, now?” You laughed, moving off the couch as he did. Bucky leaned down and pulled the coffee table out of the way and moved a few chairs aside to give you a wide open space on the large rug in the middle of your apartment.

“You’re in exercise clothes sitting on the couch,” he teased with a gesture to your activewear. “You’re clearly ready for this,” he smiled, then smirked as you gave him a look. “I‘ll show you how to escape a few simple grabs. Deal?”

“Deal,” you grinned and stood with him in the middle of the room.

“Alright, so you’re walking down the street and someone grabs your shoulders from behind. Try me,” Bucky turned, somewhat hesitantly.

You two hadn’t been together an exceptionally long time, but long enough that Bucky wasn’t still afraid of accidentally hurting you. Besides, if anyone knew how in-control of his arm and reflexes he was - it was you. You’d never been afraid of the metal.

So as he explained and manoeuvred your bodies to show you how to escape certain holds, he watched intently at the way you followed his instructions. Your movements, as always, were precise and methodical. They weren’t exactly swift, but they never missed their mark and never missed the gap they needed to exploit.

You escaped from one arm twisted behind your back and Bucky was confident you’d be able to do it should the need arise. His jaw clenched when a rage burned in his chest at the thought of the need arising, but he swallowed it and continued. The next move was to imitate if someone grabbed you from behind to drag you somewhere, perhaps a dark alley, to mug you. He didn’t use a knife in his demonstration, but mentioned in passing that there’d probably be one in an attacker’s hand. After that comment, he longed for this moment of falsified fear to be over, so he let himself flirt.

With one arm loosely around your neck and one around your waist he pressed his lips near your ear, knowing you could feel his smirk. “How would you get out of this one? You know, if you even want to.”

“Pfft,” you scoffed and tugged on his metal arm with your hands. It, of course, didn’t even budge. He let you squirm and struggle for several moments as you made noises of frustration. “Am I allowed to fight dirty?”

“Of course.”

“Well, if it was you I’d just do this,” you giggled and he felt you twist and latch all ten of your fingers latch onto his upper ribs below the fused metal, digging into his skin and wriggling around. He spluttered and flinched from the ticklish touch as you laughed cheekily at his reaction. He quickly moved his arm from around your neck to grab at your hands, holding both wrists in a firm grasp.

“That seemed to work,” you teased, pulling on your wrists and turning your head to shoot a grin up to him.

“But now you’re in a worse position,” Bucky lowered his voice dangerously and let a smirk tug at his lips. You raised an eyebrow.

“I no longer have an arm around my neck,” you countered. “That seems better to me.”

“Sure,” Bucky turned the corners of his mouth down and tilted his head, as if he were considering your point. “But now….” he started walking your trapped body over to the couch and watched as you kept struggling against him. “Now you’ve given me ideas to add a little adrenaline and desperation to your self-defence. You know, mimic the real thing,” he taunted. You seemed to understand where this was going.

“Wahait, Bucky- AH!” You yelped as he twisted and sat on the couch with you between his legs. He hooked his calves around your shins and used his grip on your wrists to pull you back against his chest. He heard your breathing and heart rate pick up as you started giggling nervously. He smirked and blew some air at your ear, making you squeak and flinch your head away. “Bucky!” You whined, then giggled harder as he rested his right hand at your side where it was still wrapped around your waist. “N-no, wahait, wait I’m sorry, I’ll lihisten,” you laughed hard for someone who wasn’t even being tickled yet.

“You brought this on yourself,” he chuckled and squeezed at your side, pulling a stream of bubbling laughter from your lips.

“B-Bucky!” You gasped. “Wahait I’m t-too, it’s- WAHAIT!” You laughed harder as his squeezing travelled up and down your side, looking for the places you were most sensitive. Bucky grinned at how you laughed and squirmed in his arms, still leaning into his body as he tickled you senseless.

“I had no idea you were ticklish,” he chuckled, giving an experimental pinch at your hipbone. You jolted and let out a loud bark of a laugh, which made Bucky laugh from surprise. “Very ticklish,” he corrected, pinching at your hipbone several more times as you let out hearty belly-laughter.

“B-BUHUCKY!” You squeaked. “I-hi cahan’t fihight this-s-s,” you gasped as his fingers slipped beneath your dishevelled shirt and skittered lightly along the bare skin of your lower belly. You erupted in another stream of desperate giggles and struggled harder against him, throwing your head back against his shoulder as he pulled a few squeals from you lips when his fingers danced around your navel.

“How ‘bout this,” Bucky smirked and stilled his hand, allowing you to catch your breath. “You’ve got ten seconds to get yourself out of this.”

“What!” You squeaked, pulling on your wrists. “Thahat’s impossible,” you whined a little, Bucky grinned at how you didn’t sound too displeased with the idea of staying trapped in his arms.

“No it’s not. Ten.”

“Bucky!”

“Nine… eight.”

“Ugh, come on… I- HEY!” You giggled when he tauntingly poked you halfway through his countdown.

“Five, here I’ll even let your arms go. Try now- three.”

“You missed four!” You cried, standing up shakily with his legs still around yours, twisting your body and legs but merely falling backwards. Bucky reached out to catch you but you managed to somewhat break your fall and let yourself down onto your backside. The way he had you trapped meant your knees were fully bent as his calves wrapped around yours, keeping you close, your shins were pressed securely against the front of the couch. You tried to push your toes against the bottom of the couch to break his hold but your time ran out.

“One… Zero,” Bucky sighed, as if it pained him, and then pounced. Feeling more like his previously cheeky self than he had in a while, he unwrapped his legs from around yours and surged forward, lightly tackling you fully down to the carpet. You gasped and laughed as he covered your body with his own and planted kisses at the place where your shoulder met your neck. It’s not as if he hadn’t kissed you there before, but he’d never done it with the intention to pull a little laughter. So he let his kisses become sloppier and let his stubble graze against your skin. You giggled and pressed against his shoulders, then took his jaw in your hands and ducked your head to catch his lips with your own.

He sighed in contentment at the familiar wonderful feeling of kissing you. God, he loved kissing you. You breathed out in bliss as you wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged him closer. Bucky was propped up by his elbows either side of your shoulders so he shifted them down a little further to rest by your waist. Because as much as he was enjoying this, he wasn’t quite done with dishing out a little playful torture.

Slowly, he poised to attack. Then, he slotted his fingers up into the soft spaces under your arms and wiggled them into every place he could reach. You squeaked against his lips, clamped your arms down over his hands and bucked your hips before your laughter burst from you once again, partially muffled by the kiss Bucky kept teasingly pretending was the only thing happening right now.

“MMMHBM-BUHUCKY!” You yelled and threw your head back, which only gave him the perfect chance to plant those ticklish kisses up your neck and onto your ear, which, he was delighted to see, brought some high-pitched giggles into the mix. “NO FAHAIR!” You laughed harder as Bucky relented his kissing, grinning down at your rosy cheeks and at the way you struggled underneath him as he prodded his fingers deeper and faster. “Mehercy,” you weakly gasped, laughter going silent as a few tears pooled against your shut eyes. Bucky laughed and pulled his hands back, immediately moving to rest his elbows either side of your head and smooth your hair away from your face.

You breathed deeply, catching air as a few residual giggles escaped and you opened your eyes to look up at him. “That was mean-mmmhm,” he cut you off with another kiss and you giggled into his lips once again. He felt your hands poise to launch into revenge so he pulled away and gave you a warning look.

“Ihi wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he chuckled and you blushed harder, pausing your hands in place.

“You should let me get revenge,” you argued.

“You tickled me first!” Bucky laughed and kissed you firmly once more before getting to his knees and swinging a leg off you.

“I was just evening the playing field,” you teased, rolling to your side and propping yourself up with an elbow. “But look,” you gestured to yourself lying next to him. “I’m free.”

“Because I let you go,” Bucky gave you a playfully firm look and you grinned at him.

“Sure,” you winked. Bucky scoffed and reached his hand out to latch onto the muscle above your knee, squeezing harshly as you yelped and tried to pull it away.

“You just love antagonising me, don’t you?” He laughed, playfully growled and got to his knees to let his other hand slide up your leg and knead at your hip.

“WAIT, WAHAIT!” You cackled and fell back trying to roll away, push at his hands.

“No, no,” Bucky taunted. “If you can escape without me letting you go, show me.” A grin spread to his cheeks at your yelping laughter as you writhed on the floor next to him.

“Okahay,” you squeaked and jolted when his fingers flitted behind your knee. “OKAY!” You laughed hard, submitting to Bucky’s ticklish torture as you tried to curl in on yourself to protect anything you could.

“I need to hear you surrender,” Bucky called, squeezing a little harder and faster at your hip.

“I surrender!” You managed to yell out between your laughter, still weakly batting at his hands. “I-hi gihive!!” After one final loud bout of laughter Bucky stilled his hands, sliding the one at your knee up to meet the other at your hip before pulling you up closer to him. You were still curled into a bit of a ball, and you struggled against his hold.

“I’m dohone,” He laughed. “Promise.”

A few more residual giggles left your lips as you stole a peek up at him. He once again reached down and brushed the hair from your eyes, smirking as you blushed at his discovery of your sensitivity. “I’m clearly no good at this whole self-defence thing,” you mumbled.

Bucky laughed and held out his hands, which you took, and he pulled you both to your feet. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he smiled softly, then thoughtfully.

“What’s wrong?” Your eyes filled with concern at his moment of reflection. He knew he sometimes appeared to go a little blank, but he wasn’t falling in on himself today. Seeing how you looked up at him, your desire to be close, the way you’d already wrapped your arms around his waist and so comfortably settled into standing with your body pressed against his, Bucky had to fight the part of his mind that told him he didn’t deserve any of this.

“Nothings wrong,” he tried to reassure you. You nodded, but looked sceptical. “I just really love you, you know,” He laughed nervously. Your eyebrows shot up your forehead, and then Bucky realised he’d never said that out loud. Shit, maybe that was dumb. But his therapist said honesty was important in-

“And I really love you.”

A warm smile broke across your cheeks, reaching your eyes and making them sparkle with affection. Bucky looked down at his feet and nodded, knitting his eyebrows together, kind of forgetting what someone says after a mutual admittance of love.

“That’s… that’s really great,” he stammered, laughing nervously. He heard you laugh, then felt your arms unwrap from his waist and take both sides of his face in your hands.

“Now would be a good time to kiss me again,” you playfully nudged with a teasing edge. Bucky laughed once through his nose and obliged, lifting his head to place a tender kiss on your lips.

Bucky didn’t end up teaching you much self-defence that afternoon. He would have felt guiltier about it if you hadn’t seem to lose interested so quickly. He smiled as he kissed you, putting the pieces together that probably all you wanted was a playful wrestling match with your boyfriend. You knew, better than most, what he was capable of, how strong he was, how safe he could keep you.

Though, on the off chance that you truly did crave more protection, he promised himself, from now on, he’d hold just you a little bit tighter.

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idanazaldrizes · 1 year ago

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SOMETIMES SHE MANAGES TO FORGET THAT SYRAX WAS CLAIMED AND NOT HATCHED BY HER MOTHER. The two seem interwined in a way, like they've had their entire lives together. Aerea can not imagine growing up without the warmth of a hatchling, tiny claws and fragile wings submitting to the act of being tucked in at night, if only for the love of their rider. Though it can not be denied that she longs for the days she is permitted to fly Seafyre freely, trusted as a Dragonrider in her own right and not escorted at all times, as much as she treasures taking to the skies alongside the other riders of Dragonstone. (Not that long ago, Aerea had imagined kepa and his Seasmoke amongst that number.)

"Then perhaps I will ask Seafyre to aid her as well. Is it not a daughter's duty, to aid her mother?" though her feelings on the word have soured since that night on Driftmark, the rest holds true. Her mother has seemed more assured, settled in her own skin, ruling Dragonstone proper. (Since marrying Daemon.) Still, a hot tea carried by small hands on a stressful day, or walks along the surf have never gone unappreciated.

"Maester Gerardys was teaching of the North and their Old Gods. According to the Northerners, the Old Gods see through the Heart trees." The Weirwood tree of the capital has no carved face but belongs to them all the same, she wonders if they ever tire of the endless darkness, if anyone has ever thought to carve them proper eyes. (There had always been something different about those days spent under red leaves, a part of her hopes they could hear their contentment at least, their appreciation for the safety given.)

"The boys only pester because i am better with a blade." Than Luke for a certainty, though she would consider herself and Jace almost on even footing. Whatever advantages the Westerosi think being a man may grant her brother, Aerea matches with pure ferocity, a determination thrumming in her blood that FORBIDS her from failing. Her dreaming hours are oft plagued by storms and blood since Driftmark, as if a warning from the Flames she does not yet understand - Aerea is no Dreamer, does not spout riddles and cryptid warnings like Aunt Helaena.

"It is strange, not being surrounded by brothers on all sides but i do love Rhaena. Aunt Helaena was not permitted much interaction outside of our lessons, unlike.. our uncles in the Dragonpit." She can not fault her Aunt her mother-made prison, knows as well as any girl in Westeros should that she was given no say in her marriage to Aegon but she wishes her chains were not so tight, that Aerea may take to the skies and one day see her astride Dreamfyre, friend not foe.

"It's not fair that Rhaena and Baela must be so seperated, muna."

Rhaenyra holds her girl close as they walk and huffs a laugh at the idea of Syrax hunting for her. "My sweet girl, I'm afraid my beautiful golden Lady is far too noble for such things. Hunting is beneath her, she thinks. This is what happens when you let a seven year old princess claim a dragon - they end up spoiled rotten. She enjoys chasing them, but Caraxes has to kill them for her." It is no secret that - unlike most other dragons, Syrax has never been interest in catching her own food. She is perfectly content with being fed, though she has grown more used to living a freer life on Dragonstone, surrounded by other dragons who have not yet entirely forgotten their nature. Caraxes has taught her a thing or two and Rhaenyra is grateful for it. She cannot help but think that she has done her dragon a disservice by letting her be so spoiled and taming her too much, given she might need her survival instincts one day. Rhaenyra is her first rider, but will not be her last. Dragons can live centuries and there may come times when Syrax will need to provide for herself.

"Tell me about your day, sweet girl. How are your lessons? Are the boys pestering you?" Being the only girl among boys hasn't always been easy for her daughter, Rhaenyra knows that, though she also trusts that Aerea can handle her brothers fairly well. Jace and Luke have also gotten into significantly less mischief since being removed from the company of their young uncles Aegon and Aemond - something for which Rhaenyra is grateful. Life on Dragonstone has been good for all five children, even though it is undoubtedly still an adjustment for them to get used to Daemon and Baela. When she married the rogue prince, she was already pregnant with little Aegon and now, one year later, another babe will join them. It has been a lot of change for her children and she tries to be mindful of that. Their well being is always her first priority. "Do you get along with Rhaena? And Daemon?"

#* blood of the dragon 「ic」#* mother is god in the eyes of a child. 「dyn; aerea & rhaenyra」#& Rhaenyra Targaryen / wcrriorhearts #//me realising aerea's actually babier than i thought in this thread 🥺#//she can have a little dodging talking about daemon - as a treat

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zirkkun · 4 years ago

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🤍ULR Speed Date Event Results - Part 4/5!🧡

Today, in second place, we have Duo with 53 submissions! The thing with Duo, however, is that he’s pretty much alright with a date with pretty much anyone -- and he’d probably go on a date with all the people who submitted things... so, rather, the person I picked was more just whose results would best fit a story for the scenario I had planned in my head.

Which, of course, you can read who won a date with Duo by clicking read more or on AO3!

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Undertale (c) Toby Fox Underlust by @/nsfwshamecave Underlust Reimagine by myself

Thank you for your support, but do remember to support and read Underlust (18+) if you can!

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... the anon going by the name Cherry!

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The moment the proposition of cooking at home was offered as a date, Papyrus was completely sold. He barely gets a chance to practice cooking nowadays, but it's a skill anyone looking for a datemate should have!! After all, is food not the window to someone's SOUL? Or, maybe it was the way to win them over. Papyrus was starting to get his cheesy romantic sayings mixed up now -- ugh, probably because he was never given the chance to use them!!

Well, that didn't really matter anymore, anyway. He was living seperate from Sans on the Surface, so he could do anything he wanted without being watched over like a hawk. Sometimes he did feel bad about the fact he didn't even so much as consider living with his brother when given the chance to move out, given everything he did for Papyrus… but, it's not like he cut ties with him entirely. Papyrus just wanted somewhere where he could fend and decide for himself.

And now, because of that, he finally got a date!! He'd been waiting YEARS for something like this to happen, but every time he tried to go on one previously -- even when he tried to do it in secret -- Sans would find out and force him to cut ties immediately. But now it didn't matter! Now he didn't know, and didn't need to! And Papyrus was so happy!!

The human who'd come by his apartment for dinner this evening -- which they were cooking together, by the way, for it to be extra cutesy and romantic (declared as such by Papyrus) -- was, as far as he was concerned, very pretty. He'd been convinced she'd been on many dates before this because of that, but apparently she hadn't?! Which, as far as he was aware, was practically criminal in itself. So, might as well change that!! Besides, a stay-at-home cooking date was too fun of an idea to pass up.

And, of course, what better date food dish is there than pasta?! Specifically farfalle (you know, the little bowties!!) with chicken alfredo. Which was Papyrus's favorite dish. Like, absolute favorite. Nothing could beat it. And the human said she can eat anything, so she'll love it too!

Currently, she was helping him by boiling the water for the pasta, while Papyrus was cooking the chicken cutlets. The apartment's kitchen was already filled with an apetizing aroma, even though they hadn't been cooking for that long yet.

"It's been a while since I've done something like this with someone else," the human commented with a smile.

"I THINK THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE EVER COOKED A MEAL WITH SOMEONE ELSE!" Papyrus announced, though sounding more excited about the endeavor than anything else while sprinkling on seasonings for the chicken. The human was a little taken aback.

"You're joking, really?"

"I COULD NOT BE MORE SERIOUS!"

"Wow," the human gaped. "You're so open and kind to others that I would have never expected something like that!"

Papyrus didn't respond right away. He didn't really know what to respond with, frankly. "YOU REALLY THINK SO?"

"What? Of course! Why wouldn't I think that?" The human started opening a fresh box of bowtie pasta as the water started to fully come to a boil. "You're a great person! Don't you even declare that yourself?"

Taking this as an excuse to change the subject, Papyrus jumped in with, "O-OH, OF COURSE! I AM THE GREAT AND FABULOUS PAPYRUS, AFTER ALL." The human seemed satisfied upon hearing this as they started laughing while dumping the pasta noodles into the boiling water as carefully as she could. Papyrus returned to cooking his chicken in the meanwhile.

Papyrus was starting to become hyperaware of the fact he had no experience with dates whatsoever. He didn't really know what else to say from this point forward, especially not after that kind of… compliment? statement? conversation? He wasn't even sure how to address it at this point. Hm… well, any old topic might do, he supposed.

"I KNOW YOU ALREADY TOLD ME YOU LIKE TO COOK TOO, BUT WHAT OTHER TYPES OF THINGS DO YOU DO?" he asked.

The human set the empty box onto the counter before looking to him with a grin. "I like all kinds of art. Like drawing, painting, singing, playing the piano…"

"YOU KNOW HOW TO SING?!" Papyrus asked excitedly.

"W-Well, yeah, but --"

"COULD YOU SING ME SOMETHING?" But the moment he said that, he took it back and shook his head. "NO, NO, SINGING ON THE SPOT WOULD NOT BE GOOD. YOU HAVE NOT HAD PROPER WARM-UPS! AND THE UNEXPECTED REQUEST MEANS YOU WOULD NOT BE THOROGHLY PREPARED FOR THE PERFORMANCE! BUT WHENEVER YOU DO HAVE A TIME WHEN YOU ARE GOING TO SING, PLEASE INVITE ME!"

The human couldn't help but laugh. "I'll make sure you're the first to know," she responded, a bit of playfulness lining her tone. Even despite that, Papyrus still found himself a bit giddy at the thought of going to a performance for someone he knew, to go there to support them. It seemed a bit like a dream more than anything.

Without really thinking out a transition, Papyrus blurted, "DO YOU HAVE ANY DREAMS, HUMAN?"

Unsurprisingly, she wasn't really expecting the response, and after her initial shock disappated, she pondered the question for a while. "I…" But she stopped. "Well…" Still, no answer. "Hm. I… don't think so."

"YOU DON'T THINK SO?"

The human shook her head. "Not really, no. I prefer living more in the moment and just seeing what happens next, and going forward with what's been given to me, I guess?" She let out a soft hum. "I haven't really given it a whole lot of thought?" But even that sentence seemed uncertain. Even still, Papyrus seemed a bit disappointed to hear this answer. Then again, being now on the Surface without the Royal Guard, on a date, no longer living with his brother… all of his dreams he'd been working to achieve were, well, achieved.

He wasn't wholly certain on whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

But, what he did know for sure, is that he's felt happier than he has in years.

#undertale #undertale au #underlust au #underlust reimagine #underlust reimagine papyrus #underlust reimagine event #zircon arts #zircon writes

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mcheang · 4 years ago

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Where did I go wrong?

Prompt I got from @amethyst-geek : Mrs. Rossi is under the impression that the various Kubdel and Cesaire akumas r still running around (and that the girl Pharaoh decided to sacrifice, successfully so according to Lila, is a seperate person from Lady Wifi) when she runs into Mr Kubdel and Marlena Cesare (who ran into each at the store by chance).

When Mrs Rossi does have some free time, she enjoys visiting tourist spots with her daughter. In order to prevent her mother from meeting her class, Lila lies that akumas such as the Pharoah and Lady Wifi are still haunting the Louvre and Le Grand Paris. So they instead visit places like the Eiffel Tower or the Arc de Triomphe.

That doesn’t mean Mrs Rossi is blind to the advertisements of why you should eat the dishes by Chef Cesaire or visit Mr Kubdel’s latest exhibit.

When the class bake sale is coming up, the students had agreed to bake together and share costs. And Mr Kubdel and Mrs Cesaire have the same favorite store that specialises in baking ingredients.

Meeting each other, they know they are probably buying the same things and decide to shop together. Besides, they can probably make use of the buy 2 get 1 free discounts or such like.

Mrs Rossi was also there (not for the bake sale. Like Lila would wanna help Marinette bake. But to make some old family recipes that required certain ingredients you can’t normally find in a supermarket)

So when Mrs Rossi’s trolley bumped into theirs, she immediately recognized curator and chef.

Mrs Rossi: oh hello. You’re Mr Kubdel the museum curator, and Chef Cesaire from Le Grand Paris, yes?

The two adults exchange glances. “Yes, that’s us. And you are?”

Mrs Rossi exclaimed. “Oh nobody. Well, I mean, I had come here from Italy and I was looking forward to visiting your museum and your restaurant. But before i could, I had learned about the akuma attacks. I’m so sorry.”

Mr Kubdel sighed. “Don’t worry about it. That’s what Ladybug’s miraculous cure is for. I shudder to think of the cost of damaged artefacts.”

Mrs Cesaire: tell me about it. My daughter actually attacked the daughter of my boss just because she was following a scoop. Never mind following her suspension for invading the girl’s privacy. I’m lucky to still have my job!

Mr Kubdel: I know how you feel. Jalil is my son, but I don’t know where he gets his stories from. And to think he wanted to break rules for a crazy theory of his.

Mrs Cesaire: to think, all this could have been avoided if our children were more practical. I mean, how could she think blond Chloé the bully could be raven-haired Ladybug?

Mr Kubdel: or if my son had bothered to make a credible history team and submit a proper proposal to the board, maybe our reputations as parents wouldn’t be so bad.

Mrs Rossi: I’m sorry. But the akumas are your children? I didn’t know. I apologize for my words.

Chef Cesaire waved a hand in dismissal. “It’s fine. These days, you’re bound to meet someone related to an akuma incident at least once a week.”

Mrs Rossi: I’m amazed at your composure, Chef. I would have thought you would be more devastated about your daughter’s akumatization and her absences from home.

Chef: I try to stop her from running out to film the akumas, but somehow she just evades my grasp, usine twins as a distraction.

Mr Kubdel: at least, Jalil has a blog of his own to spout out his stories. Better he find listeners there than in my museum.

Mrs Rossi: the Pharoah has a blog?

Now both adults were frowning at her.

Mr Kubdel: I know you’re not from here, but to call my boy by his akuma name is really rather rude. It’s like calling the reformed Pamela Isley Poison Ivy, like you can’t forgive her crimes and give her a second chance.

Mrs Rossi: isn’t he still akumatized?

At that, both adults brought out their phones. “There’s nothing about a new akuma on the app. When did you hear about his akumatization?”

Mrs Rossi was baffled by their response. “Months ago, by my daughter Lila.”

Mr Kubdel laughed. “Oh, you had me worried there. Maybe you need to read up on your akumas more because akumatizations last less than a day. Jalil has only been an akuma for 3 hours at most.”

Mrs Rossi didn’t understand. That can’t be right.

Meanwhile, Chef Cesaire looked at her Italian feature and considered her words. “By any chance, is your daughter Lila Rossi?”

Startled, Mrs Rossi shifted her focus to the Chef. “Yes. How did you know that?”

Raising an eyebrow at her ignorance, Chef Cesaire replied, “Because she’s been helping me babysit my twin daughters whenever Marinette can’t make it.”

Mrs Rossi took a step back. None of this was making sense. Lila said she was friends with Alya, but if Alya was Lady Wifi, she can’t have been akumatized for months! And Marinette was the school bully, how could Alya be friends with her?

Or, her mind whispered, how can you believe anything your daughter says?

Unable to think of a proper response, Mrs Rossi politely excused herself. “Pardon moi, I need a moment to reflect on what you have just told me.”

The other two politely rolled their trolleys on, silently agreeing that while they need to be stricter with their children, at least they knew what was wrong.

Mrs Rossi found an abandoned aisle and quickly leaned against the shelf, her legs weak.

What was the truth?

Shakily, she brought out her phone and did a quick research on Lady Wifi. Yup, defeated at night and only reappeared for Puppeteer.

Pharaoh? Defeated during the day.

Akuma plague at Dupont? While it is a hotspot, there hasn’t really been a mass akuma gathering concentrated there alone.

Akumatized principal? Defeated at night.

Curious now, Mrs Rossi typed out “akuma” and “Lila”

The first instance was Volpina for unknown reasons. The second instance was Chameleon, again the reasons were unknown.

What Mrs Rossi did know was that Lila had abused her trust. But no more!

That night, 3 parents were going to have a discussion about doing research with their kids.

1. first, Marlena asked what was Lila’s relationship with her mother like? Alya said Mrs Rossi spoils her daughter and takes her on incredible trips. But Lila is so modest and generous, that she was telling her celebrity friends about her classmates. Marlena found that hard to believe when Mrs Rossi didn’t even know who Alya was, or enough about her anyway. Not to mention she doubted Mrs Rossi would be close friends with someone like Prince Ali when she is so oblivious about the akuma situation. Before Alya can go call Lila for an explanation, Marlena sighs and asks her daughter to try doing research before rushing out like always. Try thinking of the bigger picture for once.

2. Mr Kubdel asked Alix about Lila. Alix said she could give Jalil a run for his money in a storytelling competition. Mr Kubdel: she was lying? Alix: hard to say, she always has an excuse ready. But she doesn’t really give legit proof. Mr Kubdel suggests she try doing research so she can tell fact from fiction. And maybe have Jalil join in, if only so he will stop insisting that Ra is really Ladybug. Show undeniable proof before you talk ears off.

3. Mrs Rossi confronted her daughter, having read the news and called her principal. Lila gulps and tries to claim that her principal is an akuma who messes with online information. “I doubt that since you are probably the only one who would say this! You are grounded, young lady! And while you are grounded, you can try finding a new job or fill out your school application forms because you have been expelled for framing a student!” After this, Mrs Rossi decided to keep a much closer eye on her own daughter so as to find out where else she had gone wrong! She actually bugged every room in their house and considering how Lila had nowhere to go for the moment, she was watched 24/7. To prevent Lila from getting suspicious, Mrs Rossi gave regular calls to check in on her daughter. She would never accuse Lila of lying immediately after being told a lie, but would save it all up for later with further punishment. Lila decided to quit talking and start behaving after Mrs Rossi warned her that one more strike, and she would be sent to military school and disinherited.

Miss Bustier would have tried to give Lila some dignity by hiding the real reason for her absence. But Alya and Alix told the truth.

And so maybe Alya, Jalil and Mrs Rossi learned a thing or two about pausing before taking a leap of faith. That maybe you should just gather some proof so the words can be believed more easily.

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