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veltana · 18 days

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Unleashed - Avengers!Bucky/Fem!Reader

✦ Pairing: Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~4,2k

✦ Rating: Explicit

✦ Warnings/tags: Sex pollen adjacent kinda, smut, a bit fluffy, one shot, possessive!Bucky, co-workers/friends to lovers, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praise, creampie, pet names (doll).

✦ Summary: During a mission, Bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions and all he wants is you.

✦ Note: Previously posted on AO3 since I have basically no time or energy to write new stuff. It was titled You’re what I need before but I always hated that title so I decided to re-name it. Bucky is kind of an asshole in this, but it's just because he wants you! As always, reblogs, comments, and asks are very welcome ❤️

Masterlist | AO3

The worst part about watching from afar as a mission goes to shit is that you feel useless. Even as you dispatch medics for the team all you can do is tell them, "Help is on the way."

Captain America shouts orders that you hear through the comms. The wait feels endless until the crew of the quinjet declares that they have spotted the team and there's not much else for you to do but look at your monitors and wait for an update. When you get the call back that the team is secure you breathe a sigh of relief, but then the next message is to prepare the medical staff to receive multiple injuries and chemical exposure. You ask the crew to clarify, but they are too busy, so when you notify the medical center, they prepare a quarantine room.

Sometimes you wish you had a superpower and could be there with them instead of staring at your monitors and doing endless calculations on whatever the team needs. But then when they return they always compliment your work and tell you they don’t know how they managed without you. You try to remind yourself of those moments at times like this.

Once the quinjet is docked and everyone has been accounted for you push away from your desk and remove your headset, taking deep breaths and trying to calm your heart. A moment later a message pops up on your screen, probably because they couldn’t reach you through your comms. [Bucky wants you to come down here]

Your heart does a little flip in your chest, making you scowl. He is your friend and probably injured, you have no idea why he would be asking for you, but it’s not because he feels the same way you do. You grab your tablet and head to the MedBay.

When you get down you take stock of the situation. Nat and Steve have some scratches, Sam's arm is broken and Wanda has a few cracked ribs. Tony is bruised, his suit had taken most of the damage. You look around for Bucky but don’t see him anywhere and quickly deduce that he must be the person currently in quarantine.

When you get to the wing, you’re almost too scared to go in, afraid to see what could have happened to him. Inside, you find a team of medical personnel discussing Bucky's condition with him through a glass wall. His hair looks damp and he's wearing standard-issue quarantine clothing, soft black pants, and a black sweatshirt. When he sees you standing patiently at the side he says. "You can come back later. I need to talk to her more than I need to talk to you. Go away." His voice comes from speakers in the ceiling.

You're shocked by his behavior but smile apologetically as the white coats pass you on their way out. When you get up to the glass you hiss. "Bucky, what is wrong with you, don't be rude.” "You make it sound like I'm never rude otherwise," he laughs. "You're not rude to healthcare professionals, you know better." You glare at him as you wake your tablet. “Now what did you need me for?”

"Do you like me?" he asks. Your mouth falls open and your heart starts to beat faster. You’re happy your vitals aren’t monitored as you quickly collect yourself and try to deflect his question. "Of course I like you Bucky, you're my friend." But now it feels weird to look at him and you find a spot on the wall far behind him to focus on.

"What if I want more than friends?" is his next question and despite your best efforts, hope warms your chest. This is not happening. Of course you toyed with the idea of you and Bucky, he is always sweet to you, and if he has the chance he brings you gifts from the missions. But you’ve told yourself repeatedly that he needs someone stronger, who can keep up with him in the field and you’re not that person.

"Can we have this conversation when you are not high on some HYDRA drug?” you ask, trying to keep your voice from betraying you. They are monitoring everything in the room. And there is a sheet of unbreakable glass in between you both. If you're going to confess your feelings, it won't be like this.

"I'm not high," he huffs. "My mind has never been clearer." "I still think we should have this conversation later." "Doll, look at me." The command in his voice is so strong you don’t think, you snap your eyes to his and they are so blue and soft.

"I will feel the same tomorrow, and the day after, whenever this drug wears off but now is the only time I can't hold my tongue," he explains. You place your hand on the glass and he does the same on the other side. "It will be fine Bucky, I promise," you say just as the door opens and Steve walks in, making you pull your hand back to your side. He's showered, in a fresh pair of clothes and he swings his arm over your shoulder.

"Stop hogging her time Bucky, I know for a fact that she also needs to debrief," he smiles but Bucky looks as if he's seeing red. Through gritted teeth he presses out, "Get your fucking arm off her, punk. She's mine."

You and Steve burst into laughter because it has to be a joke, but then Bucky punches the barrier with his vibranium arm. The glass doesn't crack but both you and Steve stop short and step away in shock. Steve removes his arm and says, "I'll meet you upstairs." Before quickly heading out.

You turn to Bucky and point at him, anger rising in your chest. "What is wrong with you? Steve is your friend!" "That is what it’s like in here every day,” he points to his head. You're taken aback by his statement and his wide feral eyes. Clearly, whatever he was exposed to had messed with his head and he's not himself. “Bucky I need to go,” you tell him, and before he can protest you continue. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smile feebly at him and are out the door before he can say anything else.

After debriefing and having dinner you go to bed early. Your head is spinning with the day and most of all, Bucky.

It's way past midnight when you wake to the soft closing of your door. Since you always sleep with a night light the soft warm glow reflects off his left arm and leaves no doubt about who has entered your room. You blink at him but before you can ask a question he rasps out, pleading. "I need you. So bad. Please doll, help me." He moves closer to your bed.

You quickly remove your covers and get up, glad the giant t-shirt covers you to your thighs, ready to spring into action. "Anything Bucky, what do you need?" You stop an arm's length from him, but all he does is reach his hand out to cup your face, letting his thumb stroke your cheek. There is a wild look in his eyes but you keep calm. "I can't get you what you need if you don't tell me," you whisper, meeting his eyes and watching as his brow furrows.

"I need you. Right now. If I don't get to touch and taste every inch of your body I'm going to lose my mind," he confesses in a low voice. His words shock you and you hitch a breath. You’re not sure what you’re supposed to do. You have this great friendship. If things were different you would not have minded taking it to another level, but with the day in mind and the fact that he somehow got out of his containment room you say, "Bucky, you’re not yourself, you need to get back to-”

"Doll,” he interrupts with a hard voice. “For once, I feel more like myself than I have in a long time. The only thing the drug did, I think, was remove my inhibitions. For once I feel free. My mind isn't controlled by HYDRA or by fear that you'll reject me. All I know is that I crave you and I can't be quiet about it anymore.”

"Bucky… I…" your whole body is flushed with warmth from his words and you're not sure how to respond. "I dreamt about you and couldn't stop myself from going over here. I don't want to hurt you, doll, but I'm not sure this drug will let me leave. All I wanna do is move closer to you.” You swallow hard as he continues, thumb still stroking your cheek. “Ask FRIDAY to get Steve, or the Hulk if you want me to leave."

Instead, you step into him, making up your mind in an instant and resting your hands on his chest. "Stay, I'll be glad to help you with anything you need," you whisper honestly and by the way his eyes widen there was still some doubt in his mind that you would reject him.

Instead of saying anything his vibranium hand grasps your waist and pulls you closer. There is no escaping the smell and size of him and his hands on you got your pussy throbbing for him already.

"I hope you understand what you've agreed to," he whispers, leaning closer. "Once I have you I won't stop, you'll never be rid of me. I'll claim you against every surface of this fucking compound if I need to." That makes you whimper and press harder against him. "Fuck you'd like that huh? Are you a kinky little thing? Like getting fucked where people can see you and hear you moan, do you want people to see my hard dick spread you open?" "Fuck Bucky!" You exclaim and lean your forehead against his chest. Maybe that idea excites you or maybe it is just that the word ‘claim’ sounds so primal.

"You're going to tell me all your little secrets later, doll. But now, I'm going to take what's mine." And with that, he crushes his lips to yours. He backs you towards the bed, kissing you the whole time, letting his hands explore you. When you land on your back, he stands over you with eyes like a predator about to devour its prey.

You shuffle up until your head rests on the pillows, spreading your legs for him. Without taking off any clothes he crawls after you, settling on his knees between your legs and placing his hands on the headboard, crowding you with his large frame. "Mine," he whispers and it makes a shudder pass through you. He ruts his clothed cock against your core, slicking your underwear even more and making you whine, gripping the sheets under you.

"Yes," he almost hisses as the length of his dick presses on your clit and forces a mewl out of you. It's been a long time since you've gotten laid. "Bucky," you plead. "No doll, I'm going to enjoy every fucking second of claiming you, from the outside in. Did you think this would be hard and fast and that I would be gone before you knew what happened?"

He lets go of the headboard to put his elbows beside your head instead, his weight on you, pressing you down into the mattress. "When I leave you will long for me, spend every waking second wishing I was still inside you. I want your cunt to be permanently drenched so I can fuck you whenever I please." He kisses you forcefully and any coherent thought that was left in your head flees. "And when you're too sore to take more of my dick in your pussy I'm going to do the same thing to your mouth and ass."

He rids you off your t-shirt and instead of having to move from between your legs to pull off your underwear, he rips them apart. "Ah!" you exclaim when the force of his movements jolts you but he takes no notice, he just stares at you, letting his hands roam up and down your sides, up to your tits, cupping them and caressing your nipples with his thumbs.

Whimpers are coming from you with every pass of this touch. Then he moves down and lays on his stomach, not saying a word as he sweeps his tongue over your pussy before he starts devouring you with a throaty moan.

It doesn’t take long for the first orgasm to take you, his movements are precise and his words and actions have made you hornier than you’ve ever experienced. Or maybe it's because he is the hottest person you’ve ever laid eyes on and he only wants you.

When you’re finished and sensitive he dips his tongue into your hole to taste you and groans loudly, lapping up the wetness from your orgasm. "Better than I've dreamed of," he says when he pulls away. Now you’re the one that must be high because you can't help but giggle. "You seriously dream of me?" "All the time, doll. Every night when I go to bed I wish you were with me and then you plague my sleep with your soft curves and radiant smile."

You're about to tell him how his laugh makes you warm and fuzzy on the inside but at that moment he sucks your clit into his mouth, cutting out every thought in your brain. He's gentle but not hesitant, it's as if he's feeling you out and when you make a particularly loud sound he continues the same movement, making your whole body go hot.

The second orgasm is intense enough to send aftershocks through for a long while afterward. Bucky lays his head on your thigh as you tremble, caressing your skin and letting the fingers of his right hand skim over your opening.

Despite what he's already given you, you still crave more. His fingertips never come close to where you need them and when you whine at the back of your throat Bucky smiles up at you. "Don't worry, I'm not even close to done with you, but I don't want you to pass out on me.” One of his fingers glides inside, making you take a sharp breath just because it feels so good. Once again he is careful, moving slowly, listening to your breath and your body.

"Please Bucky, I need more.” "No need to beg, I'll give you everything you want… in time," he breathes and kisses the skin on the inside of your thigh. Slowly he moves his finger in and out. You're sure it's a form of torture. The sweetest kind there is. Your breathing is labored and when he finally adds a second, you start to quiver.

He nips at your skin and then kisses it before speaking. "You look like a goddess, doll, eyes filled with lust, your skin is gleaming. I'm going to worship you until you're tired of me.” "Never gonna happen," you whimper. Then his thumb lands on your clit, making you cry out. Everything is so sensitive and overstimulated.

"I don't- Bucky, I don't think I can again," you tell him even though his touches are causing your insides to melt. "Yes, you will," his voice is soft but the command is clear. So instead of trying to speak again, you sink further into the madness that is him playing with you. The third one takes its sweet time but you never feel rushed or stressed that it's taking too long. Bucky isn’t in a hurry.

Then it’s suddenly there, crashing through you. "Fuck Bucky, fuck you're gonna make me come." "So good for me, let me feel you come on my fingers," he urges. "I'm going to lick them clean afterward so make sure you get them nice and wet for me. I want as much as you'll give me." The climax reaches its peak and you come with a cry of his name, body convulsing and your hand shooting down to tangle in his hair.

"Just like that doll," he smiles up at you and holds your gaze when he pulls out his fingers and sucks them clean, moaning while he does. It's a filthy sound, but it turns you on as if he didn't just make you come for the third time. Then he dives in between your legs again, licking at your skin and your soaked hole. Letting go of his hair all you can do is just lie there, writhing, as he somehow coaxes a fourth orgasm out of you.

“Fuck me,” you plead when he pulls back. “I need you inside me Bucky.” This time he takes pity on you and moves away to take off his clothes. When he’s naked he kneels between your legs again and you spread them as wide as you can. "Want me, doll?" he asks with a smirk. He swipes his cock through your mess and then uses his hand to coat himself with you. "Yes," is all you can say. Both you and Bucky stare as he pushes his dick into you, filling you up completely. Of course, he takes it torturously slow this time too.

"This feels better than any dream I've ever had," he whispers almost in awe. You grip his biceps and arch into him, pushing him deeper, faster. That makes him tsk but smiles at the same time as he pushes the rest of the way, finally seating himself. Without giving you a chance to relax he starts fucking you, his cock pushes perfectly against your insides, pulling sounds from you that you haven't made in years.

He sits back on his heels lifting your ass effortlessly until your weight is resting on your shoulders and neck. It's like he is in a trance, pulling you onto his cock over and over again. Your body is his, your mind has fled, and all you see and feel is just him all around you. His eyes keep changing between his dick filling your cunt, your bouncing tits, and your half-lit eyes as if he is not sure where to look. "Mine," he rasps and thrusts hard to empathize the word. "All mine. Say it."

It takes some time for your brain to connect to your mouth and form the words but his gaze never leaves you. "Yours," you whimper. "I'm yours, Bucky." There is a familiar heat low in your belly that's steadily spreading through your limbs. It makes you wiggle and move because it's overwhelming. He is overwhelming in the best sense. Whining you reach down to rub yourself but he slaps your hand away. "I thought I told you, it's mine. I own this cunt. If you wanna touch yourself you have to ask permission." It's as close to a growl as is humanly possible and you don't understand how he can be so cognizant right now, because your brain is like putty. "Can I please rub my clit Bucky, I wanna come on your cock so bad," you cry.

"Good girl," he praises, and when he calls you that, your mouth falls open with a keening sound, gripping the sheets even harder, pulling at them because you want to come so bad. "Do it, show me how you get off when you're alone in bed without me." Everything is slippery and sensitive when you start with your fingers and you immediately know it's going to go fast. With his previous words in mind, you ask. "Can I come?" He meets your eyes with a wicked smile. "Fast learner. Yeah, you can come… when I tell you."

You rip your hand away, afraid you might fall over the edge at any second. The sound out of your throat is almost a sob. "Don't be like that, doll, I thought you said you couldn't do it more times?" "I can-I can! As many times as you want just please let me come." "Fuck, I like it when you beg with my cock in you." But he doesn't say anything else, just continues fucking you. He's not even winded while you're straining your entire body. Your hand wants to move back, anything to relieve the pressure inside you but Bucky was very clear and you don’t want to disobey him.

Then he pulls out and drops you onto the bed, but you don't get to relax because he flips you onto your stomach and pushes one of your knees up to the side before he presses in. His dick hits your G-spot dead on and you scream into the pillow under you. Bucky chuckles right by your ear. "Guess I found it." He's merciless, his hips hit your ass hard and if it weren't for his weight pressing you down you would soon hit the headboard.

"Bucky!" you wail because it's too much. You're losing the last pieces of your mind to the sheer force of the pleasure and you're scared you're never going to be able to come back to yourself. Then his hand presses in between you and the mattress. "Rub yourself on my fingers, make yourself cum. Fuck my cock and come all over me doll." You brace yourself as best you can and move your hips as he keeps almost completely still, just shallow thrusts in stark comparison to what he was doing to you just moments ago.

His fingers slide along your clit, his cock brushing your G-spot over and over again. You're breathless, sweat breaking out along your skin, but the climax you're chasing will be well worth it. You just know it.

"I can't fill you up until I’ve felt you come around me," he grunts, his voice tight with holding back. You whimper, the feeling of fire flushing your whole body, and building up to an eruption like no other. "Yes, yes, yes," he chants low in your ear. "That's it, come for me, make me proud. Fuck it feels so good." And he starts moving again "I'm going to fill you fucking full of my cum. That's it!"

The heat in you breaks and you come with a shout of his name, shaking under him. It gets even more intense when Bucky finishes right behind you, groaning your name. He collapses on top of you but his hips are still moving, slowly, as if he doesn’t want it to ever end. Neither would you but your body is wrecked.

When he finally rolls off, you're so close to falling asleep, but he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. "Pee." He points and you want to tell him that you know the drill, this isn't your first time, but all that comes out is a grumble before he closes the door behind him and you sit down on the toilet.

When you're done, you stumble out and have a moment of panic, thinking he left. But then the door opens and Bucky returns with two bottles of water, handing you one before leading you to the bed and sitting you down on the edge. Gratefully you drink and lean against his shoulder before asking. "How do you feel?" "Better than I have in a long time," he answers, kissing your forehead. You chuckle. "Yeah I have a magical pussy, it can cure anything," you joke and it makes him laugh. "You should get back to quarantine," you comment. "Before anyone notices." He shakes his head. "No I'm staying here, I'm never leaving you again." He takes the bottle from your hand and places it on the bedside table together with his own. Then he crawls beneath the sheets and you go after him, letting him envelop you in a tight embrace before you fall asleep.

Alarms blare and you wake with a start. "FRIDAY what's going on?" you ask out into the room. “Sergeant Barnes has escaped his confinement.” The voice echoes through the room. You sigh and glare at Bucky grumbling beside you, like the loud signal is just a regular alarm clock. "FRIDAY please inform the team that Bucky is here and everything is fine."

A second later the sound dies and with a sigh you get up to pull on yesterday's discarded t-shirt and find a pair of pants. Right when you're done there is a knock on the door and Steve asks, "Everything okay in there?" You open the door enough to show yourself. "We're fine, he broke out during the night and came here." "Oh," Steve says and there is a hint of blush on his cheeks.

Then you feel a presence behind you and Bucky’s arm goes around your waist. "Mine," he says and you can't see him but he's probably glaring daggers at Steve who backs away. "We'll be okay, I'll alert FRIDAY if I need help," you tell Steve. When you close the door Bucky turns you before pushing you up against it and kissing you hard. "Mine," he mumbles against your lips. "Fucking caveman," you tell him. He grabs you around the waist and throws you over his shoulder. "I'll show you caveman," he says and carries you to the bed

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reminiscingtonight · 1 year

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O Captain My Captain

Rose Lavelle x Reader

Word Count: 678

[WOSO Masterlist]

You should’ve expected trouble the second you walked through the doors.

Katie was stood near the door, tiny mic in hand as she bounced from teammate to teammate. She was filming something either for the Arsenal social media or her own. Katie’s videos have always been known to be wild.

But still, you’re not expecting it when she jumps right into your face.

The rest of the room watches on with silent amusement as she thumbs through her question sheet.

“Who’s your favorite captain?”

You blink. It takes a second for the question to sink in. When it finally does, you frown, confused. “Like Arsenal specific, or?”

“Ah sorry, my bad. Should’ve been more specific. I know I’m your all-time favorite captain in the whole world, so taking myself out of the equation,” she pretends not to notice you rolling your eyes, “who’s your favorite captain you’ve ever played with or against?”

“Rose Lavelle.”

Your response comes without hesitation. As does Leah’s strangled cry of dismay.

“The hell, mate? Where’s the love for your best friend?”

“You obviously rank below her girlfriend,” Katie jokes back.

“Oh shut it, you wouldn’t even make top ten.” Leah was always a sore loser. You smile apologetically at your best friend.

“Love you to pieces, but it’s always going to be Rosie.”

A couple years ago you thought the best feeling in the world was wearing the Lionesses emblem as you stepped onto the field. With the summer under your belt now though, co-captaining with your best friend as you brought the trophy home definitely became a new favorite of yours.

But Rose. Well, she always made everything pale in comparison.

“You shut it too,” she good heartedly rolls her eyes at you.

“Did you see the way Rosie wore the armband?” You take a seat on the bench, quickly changing into your practice clothes.

This time when Leah rolls her eyes at you, she actually means it. “How could I not? You wouldn’t shut up about it.”

You feel bad for Leah, you really do. But it’s not your fault Rose looks so good with the captain’s armband.

You had woken up early just to watch the USWNT match against New Zealand. Leah had grumbled when you banged about your shared apartment, but she also got up to join you. Every time you caught sight of your girlfriend, you made sure to make a noise. It didn’t take long before Leah was threatening to smother you with a pillow.

By the time the game had ended, you had blown up your text thread with the brunette. Anything from a range of [My captain ❤️] to [I know we hate white shorts but I’m not hating the view #sorrynotsorry] to [NO FUCKING WAY THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD SHOT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH].

You were on your fourth cup of coffee when Rose finally responded.

[You should be sleeping]

Leah got a laugh out of the way your face instantly dropped into a pout. Even over ten-thousand miles away, Rose still had your heart in a vice-like grip.

By the time practice ends, you’re itching to get off the field.

“Hey, cappy,” you grin, collapsing onto the bench. Your hair’s still freshly wet, clothes thrown haphazardly throughout the locker room. Most of your teammates have left by now, so you were taking full advantage of it.

“What’s that?” Leah’s paused by the door, giving you an expectant look.

“Oh, sorry, not you.”

“Not me?” Leah looks even more confused. “Mate, Kim’s not in the room, so unless you’re talking to yourself…”

A staticy laughter bursts out from your phone, drawing both of your attentions.

Lifting your phone, you turn it so Leah can see the screen.

“Hi Leah.” Rose sheepishly waves at the blonde through the screen.

Leah sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You know what? I don’t even care anymore. Hi Rose. Bye Rose.”

Your laughter follows her all the way out of the facility.

It’s no surprise when Leah ends up locking you out of her car.

#rose lavelle x reader #rose lavelle imagine #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #engwnt x reader #engwnt imagine #Ace writes

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ratsoh-writes · 5 months

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What they put as their SOs contact name

Sans: bonezone buddy

Papyrus: MY BEAUTIFUL DATEMATE WHO I LOVE VERY MUCH!!

Star: bootylicious ;)

Honey: cinna-bun followed by an obscene amount of emojis

Red: drumstick gotta pay homage to the legs

Edge: prince/princess

Mal: bedazzle✨

Cash: he wouldn’t even add a name. It’s just a very poorly taken profile picture

Oak: buns

Willow: SHORT DATEMATE WITH TERRIBLE TASTES IN MONSTERS

Charm: the good flavor~

Sugar: love, but he also includes a creep shot of your butt at the profile picture

Lord: just your name

Mutt: babe❤️

Wine: dearest (yn)

Coffee: that hoe

Pop: he doesn’t put contact names in his phone. It’s just your number lol

Rhythm: twinkle toes

Pluto: my starlight

Jupiter: my little hero

Peaches: snacc

Rancher: just your name again

G: thiccus dickkus (doesn’t matter if you don’t have a d*ck. That’s your contact name)

Green: just your name, but he adds an emoji that describes you at the end

Snipe: …… daddy. Or mommy lol

Bruiser: partner in crime

Ace: baby❤️❤️❤️

Slim: no contact name, just a creep shot of either your cleavage, your shoulders, or your butt as a profile pic

Butch: darling

Boss: kitten/bunny

Rust: my squishy

Noir: shortie

Lilac: also bootylicious lol

Basil: little honey bee (and an obscene amount of emojis)

Helios: just your name, but instead of your picture, it’s a picture of goku

Artemis: bae (and like a ton of cake emojis)

Orion: inktastic! Doesn’t matter if you have a tattoo or not, this is your contact name

Atlas: partner in crime~

Sparks: THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AND ALL ETERNITY!!

Salt: honeybuns, and a creep pic of your butt of course

Lush: sugar baby (lol)

Pepper: sugar daddy (they’re both terrible)

Sir: my dearest (he’s a sap)

Weasel: that clown, and he includes a picture of one of his creepy clown dolls as your pfp

Flambé: he also puts you as “sugar daddy” lol

Pesto: sweet tooth~

Butler: my love (sap #2)

Gold: bestie I also kiss and snuggle

Cider: he calls you “little quail”

Barley: fine wine

Ram: lamb, and it’s a picture of a sheep instead of you lol

Pitch: just your name, and a picture of you laughing

Moose: darlin’

Maple: CHAINSAW DENIER.

Fisher: he calls you a shortened version of your name, if that’s not possible, then just an emoji that represents you

Jasper: MY PARTNER AND SELF RESTRAINT

Hook: doll, and it’s a cute picture of you in your swimsuit

Captain: co-captain

Finn: the top scout!!

Sails: …. Daddy, or mommy lol

Quill: softie (and a pic of you holding one of his stuffed animals)

Crow: sugar baby once again lol.

Roost: babe.

Harpy: pet~

Mango: my (your name), and the picture is you struggling in one of her Zumba classes lol

Papaya: just your name, and a picture of a pineapple for some reason

Alden: the best piece of art!

Ollivander: treasure chest

Barin: my darling (and a heart emoji. Adorable)

Arwin: PARTY ROCKER!!!

Hilda: I BENCH-PRESS THIS HOE EVERY NIGHT

Saga: prince (or princess) charming

Gears: just your name, but the picture of you is super cute with you concentrating over a project

Compass: no contact name, just a picture of you holding one of the iguanas

Zen: love of my life

Shield: my armor~

Lens: lifeline

Cricket: MY FAVORITE PIECE OF TRASH

Tempo: the best beat (and your picture is a pic of Mozart for some reason)

Vibrato: MY PRINCE CHARMING!

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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musette22 · 21 days

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I'm feeling such love for Sarah Rogers today! What a strong woman she was to have raised Steve all by herself, taking care of him in all his frailty during the depression and holding down a job as a nurse. Such a commendable profession and you just know that Steve gets his sense of right and wrong from the example that his mother set for him.

I can't imagine the pain he must have felt when she passed, one of the few people who loved him as Steve before he was Captain America and how when he woke up in the 21st century the first he would have done was visit her grave. Fixed it up after years of neglect and planted lovely flowers around it. How carefully carefully would have tended to them.

You just know that Sarah loved Bucky as her own. Steve and Bucky were so close as children that their parents probably adopted the other child as their own. Bucky's smile in CW when he says Sarah just shows how much he must have loved her, as a mother and as a co- conspirator when they have to team up to keep Steve in bed when he was sick and stubborn.

One days when Steve goes to visit her grave he sees there are fresh flowers there, daisies which were her favourite and a note. Steve just knows it's from Bucky because who else would know Sarah's favourite flowers and sure enough Buck is there, waiting for him. They visit her grave together and let her know what she already knew in her heart but they could never say out loud back then. That they're in love and been since the 30s. But the world is more accepting now and they don't have to hide. Buck makes Steve dress up to visit Sarah om her birthday because she was a classy woman who deserves respect.

Maybe they name their daughter Daisy in honor of her grandmother who loved them. Everyone says that blonde haired blue eyed little Daisy is just like Steve. But Bucky and Steve know better. She's just like Sarah.

Nonnie 😭😭😭😭

Oh my goodness, this ask... I couldn't agree with you more about the great Sarah Rogers, honestly. She must've been one hell of a woman, I have absolutely no doubt 💙🌻 You put it into words so well, I actually teared up reading this, especially at that last bit aaahhhh 🥺 I still think it's a travesty that we didn't get ANY Sarah Rogers in the MCU, but at least fandom has given her the love and appreciation she deserves. Thank you for sharing your Sarah thoughts with us, lovely! I loved reading them, they made my night ❤️

#sarah rogers #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #minnie answers

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carlos-in-glasses · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @chicgeekgirl89 @theghostofashton @sugdenlovesdingle @ladytessa74 @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @lemonlyman-dotcom @bonheur-cafe @reyesstrand @orchidscript @alrightbuckaroo @liminalmemories21 @strandnreyes @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @jesuisici33 ❤️

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Twenty! <- Linking to the masterlist I recently made because I love the banner! -> This is a direct link to my Ao3.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

270,729

3. What fandoms do you write for

Only 9-1-1 Lonestar. It’s hard to imagine writing for anything else, but time shall tell.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Chasers 🏃🏽 When Soulmates Swim 💦 Afterglow of a Supernova ⭐ The Heart Behind the Shield ❤️‍🩹 The Light of Our Life 🦎

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I sure do. The idea of not responding breaks my heart a little, and I always feel bad for keeping people waiting, although I do. I like to respond chattily if it matches the commenter’s energy, and with a lot of gratitude, but on weekdays I usually end up in a headachy stupor so end up pushing responses until I feel awake. I’m so grateful that people take the time to read and comment. I have to tell them. I don’t even know how to explain how it feels to receive positive comments on my writing after writing into the void for so long before I tried my hand at fanfic.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t think any of them are truly angsty because they all end on a note of TK and Carlos loving each other through anything, but it’s probably Sweet Dreams and Flying Machines because it’s a 3x08 coda and TK is grieving. Or The Center of the Maze because the last chapter is partly a 4x18 coda Carlos is grieving for Gabriel. These boys have been through a lot!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

With Infinity Folded into it – plot being that right after TK proposes, Carlos reflects on the first time they said ‘I love you’. It’s fluff all the way down. But I also want to throw The Ruins of Wonderland (breakup/reconciliation AU) and Release the Hand to Relax the Animal (smut city) into the mix.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I was recently visited by the Carlos-hater fairy, as a few of us have been. It stung. But mainly I came away feeling really sad for the person behind that account.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

The kind where Carlos faceplants the headboard. The kind where they break the bed. The kind where they have tantric sex for hours. The kind where things are inside Carlos while he’s inside TK. The kind where they frot despite potentially being overlooked by ghosts (not as dumb as it sounds).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven’t, but I’d love to write a Tarlos fic that heavily involves Kevin and Captain Holt from B99. I’d find it challenging to get Kevin and Holt’s voices right, so inspiration will really need to grip me.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes – I was alerted by a lovely reader that portions of one of my fics had been plagiarised. I had to contact Ao3. A lot of people in the fandom really rallied and helped in various ways when it happened and I was lost at what to do. I want to say a big thank you because you shone like a beautiful bright light. It’s not at all flattering to be plagiarised – it feels absolutely terrible.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but I’d like to! It’s a question of finding the time (and agreeing ideas and how to go about it) so as to not let the collaborator down.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Tarlos. And may it never find land.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I typically only work on one thing at a time – so I don’t have an unfinished WIP gathering dust. I hope I’m able to write and post all the ideas I have eventually.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told more than once: Imagery, dialogue, characterisation, and carrying themes through.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Plotting and the more technical stuff. Being a good creative writer doesn’t necessarily translate to perfect grammar and syntax and all that jazz (I did very poorly in school across the board, which I’m sure is a surprise to nobody). I spend a long time editing my fics and fixing things post-production. What gets uploaded to Ao3 is the result of many rethinks and rescue missions.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I would like to work some Spanish into my current WIP (and in fact I’m planning for it to have a Spanish title) I think it’s completely fine to include other languages within fics. If anything it can provide context.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

9-1-1 Lonestar – my beloved, my first and only.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

The 90k story known as Flashback Fic (for now), which I’ll start posting in November, is my favourite fic because I genuinely think it’s the best thing I’ve written ever and I can’t wait to share it. I’ve been exploring the pasts of TK and Carlos in a way I’ve wanted to do for a long time, and linking it to the present, wherein Carlos is has been seeking Gabriel’s killer and floundering. For posted fics, When Soulmates Swim was the most fun I’ve had with characterisation and I loved spending time with TK and Carlos in my head throughout. Chapter 4, Lover’s Leap, was challenging to write but I love how it came out. Feedback on the ‘big moment’ in that chapter has been amazing. But I’m also really proud of The Center of the Maze, which I think is the most ‘beautiful’ and consistently so. I feel weird saying that about my own writing, but I felt really good about it during a re-read (I don’t often re-read them).

I'm not entirely sure who has/hasn't done this so open tag (please tag me back!) and if you haven't done it already/want to: @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @taralaurel @heartstringsduet @paperstorm @rosedavid @chaotictarlos @catanisspicy @noxsoulmate @three-drink-amy @sanjuwrites @lightningboltreader @goodways @wandering-night19 @mikibwrites - no pressure/ignore at your leisure 💘

#20 questions for fic writers #cig tagged #cig fic #my fics

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exo-wvrse-bbl · 22 days

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31/03/24 - chen

Soondaengies~!!💛

Yehe~~ Jeff Bernat gave a shoutout!???

😎

What is this, thanks to our Soondaengies🥳

Jeff Bernat mentioned it👍

That's amazing😎 I was surprised today too!

Collaboration is good~🦾

I wanted to tell you quickly, so I ran all the way

Soondingies are the coolest😎

It's amazing, it's amazing👍

Thank you 💛 so much🫶

Thanks to you, the weekend is happy again!!

As expected, my endorphins🥴

I care a lot 😻

Have a nice and warm weekend!!

I'll come back anytime💛

Right

I almost went

🔜❤️

Have a great day!!

*8 hours later*

Hello Soondaengies😎

How was your day??

Soondaengies are so lovely to welcome me today too💛

I am so thankful and happy that someone is waiting for me😎

Ah, these days I call you Soondaengies rather than Soondingies, right?

Jong-daeng Soon-daeng, this touched my heart ㅋㅋ

Jong'Daeng' Soon'Daeng'. Puppies

The translation is weird again ㅋㅋ

Translator, cheer up

Jongdaeng 💛 Soondaeng

(eng) so I want to call you 'soondaeng'🥴

Still, Captain Soondingie sounds good..

Yes it's not important

It's all about you😎

Oh it's an old-fashioned lyrics ㅋㅋ

Correct~

Kim Jongdaeng~

No, Kim Jongdaeng~ This is right ㅋ

What if it's childish⚡️

We're just chatting amongst ourselves👻

Oh, there's another one!!

Dinosaur vs cat

🦖vs😼

I like both..

Dinosaurs are definitely good when singing powerfully on stage😎

I like cats when we talk like this

Then

Hut

Did you find it??

As expected, if you pretend, you pretend, our Soondaengies👍*

What song should we listen to today!!

Let's start with something exciting!

I can't believe🎤🎤🎤🎤

A~~~~ak!

A~~ak. No one knows what this is 😎

It was the chorus that came out at about 45 seconds

I recorded it 🎤 It looks like baby dinosaur

No, it's a pteosaur ㅋㅋ

We can't leave this out

If my memory is correct

That's right!

The song Bazzi co-composed👍

Wow… this is coming…

My pronunciation of the song was really young…

Are you attracted to me too~* ㅋㅋ

The song is full of coolness😎 is this Chen's spirit at this time ㅋㅋ

I like this one too~!

Oh yes

It's Jongdae's time!!!!ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

Oh I'm lost in memories again..

🫠 I failed today ㅋ

I thought about setting the alarm

It feels different

As a result, I missed it anyway so I have nothing to say ㅋ

Set the alarm😎

The last song!!!

It's an exciting song

Let's have fun tomorrow Monday

I didn't forget Sawori's celebration💛

Hey then!

I was going to listen to this!

After listening to all of this

Let's listen to one more song💛

Although it's tomorrow!

Thank you for taking care of me more than I do 💛

Let's play again!! 🔜❤️

*Growl lyrics Chen's part

source in desc

#exo #exo m #exo cbx #chen #jongdae #bubble

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shreyamistry · 8 months

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“why are you crying?” + “who cares what they think?” for michael x m!mc ❤️❤️

Pairing: Michael x M!MC

Prompt: “Why are you crying?” + “Who cares what they think?”

Word Count: 2100+

Summary: Running late from a play rehearsal, Michael finds Axel crying alone in the auditorium. The boys have to figure out what comes next for themselves and their relationship with each other.

A/N: Requests are open if you’re interested, find my prompts and rules here!!

Thank you for reading! I hope you like it!

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Michael leans against his locker, his solid form pressed against the cool metal of the locker as he glances at his phone expecting a text from Axel. Typically when running late from cheer or drama Axel is instantly sending out a text on their post school night dates, he’s never forgotten to send a text before now. He frowns, seeing no indication of a message, he glances around the hallways that once bustle with life now decorated with loneliness. He breathes out heavily, shoving his phone into his pocket to go check the auditorium for his boyfriend.

He thinks they might still be rehearsing and lost track of time, he wonders if he’ll see Axel wearing another stupid looking costume that only he could make work. He chuckles to himself remembering the George Washington style white wig and outfit in complete disarray that he found Axel wearing trying to rub an intense amount of powder off his face. He pulls open the auditorium doors calling out for Axel getting no response.

His footsteps are loud as he crosses the auditorium stage, nearly echoing with each movement. He scans around for any sign of Axel in the soft darkness with most of the stage lights being out it’s hard to see clearly. He knows Axel should be here, he was meant to be rehearsing a few scenes with Rory and their other co-lead. He frowns to himself again, starting to worry about what might’ve happened to Axel.

As he pulls out his phone to call Axel, he hears a soft sniffling sound from around the corner at the back of the stage. Michael raises an eyebrow as he edges closer to the noise hoping not to startle whoever’s there and invade their privacy, he might be arrogant but he’s not an asshole. Normally, Michael wouldn’t care about some random dude crying in an auditorium. This would be more of Axel’s scope of knowledge, but on the off chance it was Axel, he didn’t want to regret walking away leaving his boyfriend to cry by himself.

Coming around the corner he finds Axel with his knees pulled to his chest, tears leaking down his cheeks, trying his hardest not to sniffle loudly. His face angled in a way to try and hide the fact he was crying. Michael’s heart shatters in his chest, not missing a single beat as he rushes forward pressing a hand to Axel’s back to comfort him. His movements deliberately as comforting as possible.

“Sunshine, it’s okay. I’m here.” His voice soothing as he runs his hand up and down his red and white Berry High Senior Year t-shirt that Axel wore. The fabric is soft to the touch;the two of them have matching shirts thanks to Mr LaHart, Axel’s dad, who bought them the t-shirts. Michael always thought Axel wore it better. Both boys now in their senior year of high school, their entire future staring down at them. “Shhh. You’re okay.”

Michael’s other arm wraps around Axel’s body, who clings to his arm as though it would save him from being drowned. Michael chuckles to himself, thinking about Axel being the cutest man alive even when absolutely gutted. He can’t help himself from whispering sweet nothing to Axel, trying to do anything with his limited knowledge of comforting others to comfort his one true love.

He wonders what went wrong, surely it must be about the play? He didn’t realize that the plays meant so much to Axel, he thought he cared more about his cheer team. Cheer co-captain with Sydney now that Mia graduated, he should be ecstatic especially with college scouts seeing his prowess on the field and in the classroom. He’s had different schools approach him and Sydney to ask about their future and their history practicing the sport of cheerleading. Michael can’t deny how much he loves seeing Axel perform especially in their uniform.

Michael places warm kisses to the side of Axel’s face that isn’t buried into the fabric of Michael’s green sweater that he gave him. ‘Gave to him’ being a stretch considering that Michael lent it to him once and now Axel refuses to give it back to him, whether or not he drowned in the fabric or not, Axel didn’t care. He always claimed it smelled like Michael and it helps him relax when he’s overstimulated or overwhelmed with life. He can just breathe and remember that he has Michael and it brings him peace.

Michael adores being able to be there for Axel like that, he often found himself incredibly worried he wasn’t good enough for Axel; disappointing people still happened to be his biggest fear all this time later. Axel never lets him think that though, any doubt that crosses Michael’s mind is quickly whisked away by Axel’s comforting and loving words to remind him how much he loves him. Michael knows it’s his turn to return the favor.

“Why are you crying?” Michael whispers against Axel’s skins, his warm lips kissing away the tears that burned his lover's handsomely gentle features. He draws Axel deeper into his arms, watching as the cheerleader sobs louder clinging tightly onto Michael’s dark gray t-shirt, his face burying itself into the warm crook of Michael’s neck. “It’s okay, you’re okay, shhh.”

Michael’s heart aches in his chest. He wants to take away all the pain Axel has ever felt or ever will feel, he wants to protect him from the world and then some. If anyone makes him cry, Michael will ruin their entire life and give them a black eye, he doesn’t care who. Seeing Axel cry this hard made him want to die.

Minutes pass by with Axel sobbing into Michael’s arms still, before he finally starts to relax. His throat raw and hoarse from crying, as he hides himself away from the world still buried in Michael’s comforting embrace. Michael’s hands soothingly rub his boyfriend’s back, coaxing Axel into relaxing and to not cry himself into pure exhaustion. A shaky breath leaves his lips as he turns to look at Michael’s face, cupping his cheeks. Gray eyes stare intently at Axel, full of love and admiration for the cheerleader.

“You’re not going to break up with me right?” Axel whimpers, sniffling loudly.

“What?” Michael gasps, nearly angry trying to stop himself from making a face. “Who the fuck told you that? I’d never consider it. Ever. Seriously.”

Michael pulls Axel protectively into his lap, his hands resting Axel’s waist tightening his hold on the cheerleader who grips Michael’s shoulders with his own hands holding him fiercely.

“I know, I know,” Axel whines, “I’m sorry. I’m overthinking. I just feel really lost lately, my love.”

“I already told you, long distance or not, we’re not breaking up Axel. You’re my entire world and then some.” Michael comforts him, the hands on his waist move comfortingly up and down his lower to mid back. “You’re my sunshine forever.”

Axel giggles sweetly between his sniffles. “God, I just- ugh. It’s something Rory said about Skye and Esme during rehearsal. She didn’t know if they’d survive graduating high school like you and I are. And then Danielle, ugh she’s driving me insane.”

“Who cares what they think?” Michael murmurs softly.

“I don’t, I really don’t.” Axel reassures quickly, he draws in a long breath wiping the back of his hand against his nose. He brushes away the remaining tears on his face, breathing out a relaxing breath before talking again. “Skye and Bailey are perfect for each other, you know? They remind me of us in a way. And then hearing Rory say that and then Danielle having to add her two cents into everything like we’re supposed to care.”

Michael laughs at the annoyed sigh that leaves Axel’s lips. “Sorry,” he instantly adds after seeing the death glare that Axel shot at him, the corner of his lips struggling to stop himself from laughing at his boyfriend’s adorable display.

“Ugh,” Axel feigns annoyance, “Anyways, remember how I told you I applied at University of Cedar Cove,” Axel asks, continuing once Michael nods in response, “they accepted me. Which, it’s fine. Whatever. I wanted to go there so we’d still be together not because they were that great. But Cornell accepted me, they want me on their athletics team full scholarship Michael.”

“That’s fucking amazing, Axel.” Michael grins, pulling back to look him in the eyes, his hand moving to cup Axel’s cheeks still wet with tears that poured out of them moments ago. “I’m so proud of you.”

Michael peppers Axel’s face in sweet kisses, from his nose, his lips, his cheeks, even his eyelids. Axel giggles loudly pushing on Michael’s chest in a mock display to get him to stop. Michael doesn’t, tightening his grip around Axel’s waist holding him close to his body kissing him instantly on the lips.

“So.” Kiss. “Proud.” Kiss. “Of.” Kiss. “You.”

“Thank you.” He murmurs as Michael stops, Axel’s hands still tightly holding the fabric of Michael’s t-shirt. He sniffles again, letting his head fall to the side looking into Michael’s warm and comforting gray eyes, trying to hide the sad smile. “But it’s… it’s really far away.”

“So?” Michael shrugs taking in Axel’s dreamy features, he too hides his own sad smile. The thought of being so far away kills Michael inside, but he wants more than anything for Axel to follow his dreams, “it was one of your dream schools. You’re going. You’ll learn and you’re going to put on that cheer uniform, do some wild looking dances and look hot as fuck.”

“Shut up,” Axel laughs sweetly his thumbs stroking Michael’s features, “it’s in New York. That’s like 3000 miles away, Mr. Harrison. I can’t handle being away from you… let alone my dad.”

“Oh.” Michael whispers.

Axel nods, unable to fight back his sad smile. Michael tries to ignore it, his brain in mental turmoil, this wasn’t their first time talking about the future but then it felt so far away. Even the beginning of the year it felt like it was years away, now one month away from graduation they can’t deny how quickly and overwhelming it felt.

“So what?” Michael shrugs despite his mental, “You’ll come home for breaks and I can come visit you. We’ll figure it out. Same for your dad.”

“I know we will,” Axel sighs, “I want to tell them no.”

“No.” Michael quickly interjects. “You’re not allowed to tell them no.”

“Since when do you-“

“Since now.” Michael laughs, “You’re not telling them no. Your dad and I will manage without you, and he’d beat himself up if you gave up your dreams for him.”

“But-“

“No.”

“Michael.”

“Axel.”

Axel shakes his head despite himself, he’s laughing as he pushes himself up out of Michael’s lap reaching out for Michael’s hands. Michael takes them instantly letting himself be pulled to his feet. Axel leads Michael to the middle of the stage, Michael’s eyes looking around the stage and sets with new found wonder. He arches his eyebrow, turning back to Axel.

“Do you really think we’ll be together forever?” Axel asks softly.

“Fuck yeah.” Michael laughs, earning himself a laugh from Axel as well whose face flushes red. He ducks his head down to hide his smile. “I mean it.”

“You promise? Forever and even then some?”

“I promise.” Michael answers, he reaches into his pocket to retrieve a small green band with a silver outline. “Look.”

“It’s pretty.” Axel smiles, turning it over in his fingers. “I didn’t know you wore rings.”

“I don’t,” Michael laughs, “that’s for you. A promise ring. I got it out of a stupid ass gashapon at Morgan’s job.”

“Big spender.” Axel teases as he slides the plastic ring onto his finger. He twists it around his ring finger, unable to suppress the smile on his face, which in turn makes Michael smile. “Pretty good for 50 cents. And your signature color, green.”

“75 actually.” Michael corrects him. “Green matches my eyes.” He says with a silly dramatic flair grinning at the laugh that leaves Axel’s lips.

“Oooh, even bigger spender.”

Michael crosses the stage taking Axel’s into his arms, his hand finding Axel’s own to twist the ring around his finger with a grin. He brings Axel’s hands to his lips, kissing his inner wrist. Michael’s lips trace from Axel’s wrist to his palm, down to the tips of Axel’s fingers. Axel’s features blushing red as he bites his lower lip.

Michael draws Axel into a hug, his arms securely around his torso, breathing in the scent of his cologne.

“You know, earlier I imagine that’s how Taylor Swift felt when she wrote that line you like so much. The ‘I pictured you with other girls in love, then threw up on the street’.”

Michael laughs loudly, “You’re ridiculous. I don’t like Taylor Swift.”

“I love you Michael Harrison.” Axel whispers sweetly biting back a smile at his antics, his hands around Michael’s neck as he sways them back and forth slowly.

He presses his lips against Axel’s own, capturing him in a passionate kiss. His lips heavy against Axel’s own, as their tongues meet with a satisfying hum. Michael memorizes the taste of Axel’s lips and the warmth of his breath so even when they’re far away he can always remember the pleasure of kissing him.

“I love you Axel LaHart.”

#michael harrison #michael x mc #hss #high school story #choices #nate writes choices #ask #answered #atlas-moons #michael x m!mc #michael x axel #ily caroline 🫶🏻🥺

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chen-chen-chen-again-chen · 1 year

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Six Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the Sunday tags, @captain-aralias, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @nightimedreamersworld, and @artsyunderstudy!! I love seeing all your gorgeous work. ❤️❤️❤️

Okay, so. I swear one day I'll do like a "normal" SSS or WIP Wednesday, but. Today is not that day.

Six-ish sentences that demonstrate the pure joy and creativity of community:

1.) @larkral joked that someone would answer @ionlydrinkhotwater's Carry On Prompt (Swithin gets a crush on his roommate and calls Big Bro Baz for help) with a 75K fic.

2.) I said, in this comment thread with @whogaveyoupermission and @larkral, that if Jelly Babies became my longest CO fic, I would buy a cake with the phrase "Your roommate isn't a demon" on it.

3.) @artsyunderstudy MADE THE MOST INCREDIBLE SWEGORY ART

4.) Jelly Babies officially became my longest CO fic, currently clocking in at (checks) 23 348 words (also, I hit a fun milestone: as of right now, I've published 108 296 in 2022 words on AO3, outstripping my previous record of 102 355 words in 2020. What the duck!!!)

5.) I loved @artsyunderstudy's art so much that I put it on a cake so I could eat it.

6.) I ate my nerd sons.

Bonus sentence:

7.) They were delicious

so sweet

and so cold.

I keep describing my energy while writing Jelly Babies as "unhinged" and honestly, even as I've slowed down and we're heading into the home stretch, that still holds. I had a really, REALLY tough time containing my maniacal gremlin laughter until I left the DQ Chill & Grill. Ange from DQ, wherever you are, you are a literal angel for making this beautiful cake and adding (totally unprompted!) those tiny hearts in the background.

I brought the cake to a writing session with some of my IRL writer friends (who are normies and don’t know I write fanfiction). They were quite puzzled by my explanation but delighted to eat ice cream cake, even though it’s -25 Celsius outside with windchill and we got like 30 centimeters of snowfall this week. We paired the ice cream cake with one tea that tasted of smoke and bourbon, and another that tasted of cinnamon hearts.

I’ve never been so intensely delighted by a cake before I even ate it. It’s the best $40 that I have ever, EVER spent.

It's already evening where I am, so instead of tagging folks, I will just say have a BEAUTIFUL Sunday and I hope that wherever you are, you get to eat cake. 🍰❤️🍰❤️🍰❤️🍰❤️

P.S. I can't bring myself to consume their beautiful faces......

#six sentence sunday #swegory #jelly babies #I love artsy's art so much that I ATE IT #I ate my nerd sons #like Goya's saturn

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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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Yes, Let's discuss...

because now, every time I hear this song, I can't get Hostile F*cks out of my mind.

And I LOVE this song...

LOVE. THIS. SONG.

So it's on my playlist regularly. Recurrent chapters playing in my head are Biker Loki and now that snippet...that tiny little snippet you gave me...

F********CK!

Omg I've never heard it and I LOVE IT!!! I'm up way to early cos the cat was being an asshole.

THE SNIPPET 🤣🤣you know me love, that's not the worst of it so I'm v glad. So since I have some time and you've inspired me, heres the unofficial (or official, Idk?) Hostile F*cks Collection playlist.😂(aka songs that were on repeat when I wrote these)

The Wetsuit set FU in my head - Cloudy June Do it for me - Rosenfeld

Full Throttle set Kickstart my Heart - Motley Crue Generation Swine - Motley Crue (specifically when the piercing breaches her for the first time there's a guitar drop near the end which is 👌👌perfect)

The Red Dress set Rasputin- Boney M Dancer in the Dark - Chase Atlantic

Highland Fling set Chelsea Dagger - The Fratellis The Captain - Biffy Clyro

Crossed Swords set Maniac - Conan Gray Your Love - The Outfield

Captain's Orders set Undisclosed Desires - Muse Do Me - Kim Petras

Thank you for waking me up a lil bit 😊💕that song will definitely be on my HF playlist 😂😂❤️

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Blossoming of a Shy Violet

Part Twenty - Five

Summary: Eddie goes out on Lover’s Lake with the others to see what is going on…His girl is back on the beach waiting for him. Things go down in the Upside Down….with Eddie & his girl.

Notes/Warning: There is swearing.

In this chapter, you will see my version when Robin, Steve, Nancy & Eddie are in the boat.

Also you will see how in my version Vecna continues to visit “reader” to show her things…I want her to see what happens when Eddie is the Upside Down with Robin, Nancy & Steve. (So its a version of what we see in the episode where they go and rescue Steve, alot of dialogue is from the episode!) please don’t hate me😬

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🎉cheers for part 25🎉

You took the other pair of binoculars as you stood near Dustin. Eddie’s face was grim, on that one side of the boat. Robin, had already stopped him from having cigarette. It kind gave you a touch of warmth, seeing the concern. You lowered the binoculars, to take a breath wanting to calm your nerves.

You couldn’t stop the anguish that began to fill you. Deep down, you knew he had to do this. He had to help his friends. The two of you were accused of murder. Things had to be done in order to prove you and his innocence.

“Wait…wait…wait.” Lucas’s voice broke into your thoughts. “They’re stopping.”

“What are they stopping for?” Your voice cracker, you brought binoculars back up.

“Guys, what’s going on?” Dustin talked into the walkie. There was no response.

You put your hand around Dustin’s. “Eddie What’s going on?”

There was scratchy static came across, then his clear raspy voice came through.

“I’m, we’re ok baby.”

You exhaled a breath you had not realized you had been holding.

“Uh Dustin, your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital Ahhhhh!” Robin’s voice came in then, with an edge you had never heard before.

“Don’t know Dustin, we’ll let you know.” Steve added not long after.

******

“Gross.” Robin, snatched the cigarette from his mouth.

He grimaced. “Sorry. Nervous.”

She gave him a nod and a look of understanding.

Sighing, he looked towards the shore. H could barely make out where you and the others were on the shore. The darkness hung low tonight, the stars and moon gave just enough light so they knew where to row, though their flashlight was a greater help.

“Hey guys, guys…” Worry washed over Nancy’s face. “Steve hold up the flashlight.”

The compass she was holding was acting odd to say the least. Eddie, swallowed.

The walkie Robin burst to life with a screech of static. A moment passed and Dustin’s voice came through. “Guys, what’s going on?”

They all shared a look.

A sharp pang went through Eddie’s heart when he heard your voice come over the walkie. “What’s going on?”

Eddie, pressed his lips together and nodded to the others. “I’m, we’re ok baby.”

The compass in Nancy’s hand continued to act very peculiarly. “Uh Dustin, your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital Ahhhhh!” Robin’s voice came in then, with an edge you had never heard before.

“Don’t know Dustin, we’ll let you know.” Steve added not long after.

The boat rocked in the water as Henderson stood up.

“Steve, what are you doing?”

“Somebody’s gotta go down and check this out. We’re definitely over something.” Steve began to shed his shirt. “Unless one of you three can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then its gotta be me. No complaints, all right? He pulled off one tennis shoe then the other.

They all looked at each other. Harrington, pulled off his socks and stood again.

“Hey I’m not complaining, I certainly don’t want to go down there.” Eddie cleared his throat, and acted fast, Harrington would need a light. He began to wrap up the flashlight with the plastic baggie so no water would get to it. “Here.” He held it up to him.

“Thanks, Eddie.” He looked it over ans gave him a look of approval.

Eddie shrugged. “You better come back or Dustin will never forgive me, man.”

“Noted.” Harrington gave him a half smile.

Nancy, looked up at him. “Steve.” She pressed her lips together. “Be careful.”

He nodded. “I got this.”

******

You made yourself as small as possible on the incredibly lumpy sofa in Nancy’s basement. With one leg tucked under you, you desperately tried to listen to what the other’s were saying but you couldn’t. They had assured you, Steve would know to come here, him and Nancy had dated. Nervously, you chewed on the inside of your cheek.

The creak of basement’s door made a hush

“Dustin? The pizza is here.” Nancy’s mother called from the top of the basement stairs.

He pushed himself from the easy chair. “I’ll bring it down here.” He quickly glanced around, Max nodded.

Dustin gave you his usual bright metal filled smile. “I’ll be right back.”

Max, was in the corner listening to her song in her head phones. Luckily, following another lead on you and Eddie, the cops had left. So you knew you could venture upstairs but at the moment, something was prickling you.

You felt wet but you weren’t. You sniffed the air, the musty smell was replaced with hints of sulfur. In your mind’s eye it came to you, that creature Vecna was he here you looked around. You gripped your corner of the sofa as fear entered your heart.

******

Coughing, he reached out to dry and cracked gray beach. He pulled and kicked himself out of the water. Scrambling, he stood and looked around. Where they hell were they.

“Eddie catch.” Barely, he glanced in the direction of the voice when he cause sight of Robin throwing him an oar. He caught it.

He followed directly behind Robin and Nancy. Looking around and behind them, Steve was nowhere in sight. As he reached back to scratch the back of his head, he made a face when he touched something that felt like a plant of some kind. He pulled and tugged and he realized it was a reed like growth that he had seen grow in Lover’s Lake. Feeling more his wet strands, he was relieved it had been the only one.

A choked scream reached the three of them. They all exchanged looks befor running over. Something or somethings were attacking Harrington.

Screeches, loud whacks filled the air.

“Nancy, watch out!” Eddie screamed.

She reared back and got it. Drawing close to each other the three of you managed to hit more of whatever those things were. The wings were a blur as they flew right at and just past.

Glancing down, Eddie’s stomach churned as he saw the scratches and bites on Harrington’s naked torso. Robin stomped down at one that had him by the throat. “Kill it, kill it!” He encouraged. Nancy, swung and gave it a good wack.

“Hey there.” He barely heard her say, as he looked up just in time.

“Shit!” The word came from deep within him as managed to swing and hit one flying right at him. A scream erupted from him as the oar he was holding contacted with the creature.

Grunts from the girls mixed the shrieks filled the air. “Nancy, behind you! Watch out.” He called out.

For a breath, it felt like the felt away but then the came back and there was even more of them.

“Come one, come on…come on!” He hollered. “You son of a bitch.” One turned around as if it heard him and was flying right at him. “I said come on! Let’s go!” Grunting, stuck his oar out at the right moment and contacted with it.

Finally, things cleared for real. “Jesus H. Christ!” He hollered.

Be felt a nagging, a pulling at him. Turning, he looked at what felt like the source of. He saw a shadowy, dark figure. Maybe he was just imagining it. He blinked and it was gone.

******

“Y/N, wake up. Please wake up. Eddie will never….”

Distantly, you heard a voice from what felt like miles away.

Blinking, you jumped back from being practically face to face with Dustin and Max hanging over you. Choking on some air, you coughed.

“Oh thank god.” You glanced and saw a relieved Lucas, he gave you a weak smile. “I almost grabbed Max’s walkie talkie.”

You blinked rapidly, confusion filled you. “I..I fell asleep?” You eased back into a more comfortable sitting position on the sofa.

Dustin pulled off his cap before pulling it back on top of his head. “I guess we can call it that.

“But you were just running upstairs to get the pizza.”

Max nodded. “He was and then I saw you shaking, murmuring. We tried to rouse you.”

“Oh, no!” Surprise and realization filled.

Dustin’s face softened. “What?”

“I think I saw where Eddie and the others are.” Ice cold fear crept up your back.

“Seriously?”

You shook. “It was like the last time, only he that Vecna wasn’t there but, but…” You trembled recalling how you saw all four of them fighting flying monsters.

Max, flipped one of her braids behind one of her shoulders. “But what?” She swallowed. “More we know the better.”

You nodded. “There were these horrible flying creatures, it was like stormy and gray and red. It was like something from a nightmare.”

“They went through the gate.” Dustin mumbled.

“Huh, what are you talking about?” Confusion and your fear battled each other.

“We are realizing that Vecna has these kind of gates, so he can grab his victims.” Dustin pressed his lips together, shaking his head. “From what you are saying it sounds like they went through one of them. They are now in the Upside Down.”

“What? We have to go and get them out!” You jumped to your feet.

“It may not be that easy.”

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