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flokali · 2 months

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Hi!! I am brainrotting and cannot get it out of my mind, so I thought to share. A very simple thought.

Accolyte Zhongli. Very willing to please et cetera. But biting him? Like come on, biting a Dragon? Is it ownership? Is it playful bite? You know, the sudden urge to bite someone (or is it just me?). So biting a very willing Zhongli.

Sobbing. This will haunt me for a while.

Slight NSF_W

Thinking so many thoughts... happy belated valentines day every1 ><

Warnings: NB! Reader, yandere!Zhongli, SAGAU, implied Dom!Reader/Sub!Zhongli, unhealthy relationship dynamics, biting, soft-violence (?), possessive behavior, jealousy, ask to tag!

Dragons in Liyue are known to be loyal, fierce, and elegant; the stories always describe them as powerful beasts who are to be respected, with sincere hearts and wisdom beyond a mere mortal’s understanding.

In a way, such behaviors did translate to your acolyte, Zhongli. He was one of your oldest followers, not just in age but time serving you, over six millenia he has existed and can proudly state he’s worshiped you for most of it. You would think that the years would have mellowed him out, polished up the edges of his devotion, soothe the tempest in his heart into a much milder dribble, and yet – you knew very few of your acolytes who could rival the passion he seemed to hold towards you.

The relationship between you and all of your followers was strange, at least to you — going from a normal person to being worshiped as a God was not an easy process, much less in a world as different from your own as Teyvat was to Earth — however none were perhaps as strange as the relationship between you and Zhongli.

He is always at your side, from the moment you wake up to the moment you go to sleep. At first, his insistence on being your attendant had been met with heavy resistance from the others but his stubbornness greatly overpowered their annoyance; no matter what rotation you were in, Zhongli was always by your side.

You knew of his vessel, Morax, the large dragon that he’d used to fake his death, and you knew that “Zhongli” wasn’t his true form – you just hadn’t guessed some traits would have seeped into the other form or maybe it was simply part of his personality.

He was possessive and overprotective over you, it was like an internal struggle between submission and the need to monopolize you was constantly going on in his head, yet he refused to outwardly admit it.

“I am simply concerned for you, Your Grace.” He’d say whenever you’d bring up his overbearing nature, considering that he and the rest viewed you as an all-powerful being, you’d think he’d have more trust in your ability to protect yourself. And yet, whenever he’s allowed, he’ll always attempt to deter you from leaving his side. At some point you realized it was probably for his sake rather than your own, but by then you had grown endeared to the man and decided to allow it anyway.

Even as your most loyal follower who you spent most of your days with, Zhongli had his quirks and habits about him that simply baffled you – no matter how many days you’d spent with the former Archon, there were just things he’d do and say that’d leave you questioning all you knew about him prior.

All you really knew about him before was reduced to what had been revealed in game, from the Traveler’s perspective and the NPC’s who’d speak about him. Meeting him and interacting with him quickly let you know that his personality, at least when directed towards you, was quite different from what you had assumed from your previous observations.

An example of such discrepancies was his obsessive need to please you.

The traditional Liyue clothes you once complimented him on? Most of his wardrobe has changed to include such attires more frequently. The hair accessory you bought him once when you traveled to Fontaine? You don’t think you’ve seen him without it since. That one time you complimented him when he wore warmer tones? It seems his closet has been rid of any other color.

It was unsettling if not a bit cute, who wouldn’t be a little bit flattered to know their opinion held such weight to a man such as Morax; but it was only a matter of time before it all escalated

Somewhere, at some point, your relationship with Zhongli changed – morphing into something more complex than you would have expected. You would soon wonder if he was classified more so as a lover or some sort of concubinus than a mere helper, his role as an attendant seeming more like a guise so he could spend his time with you each day.

Fleeting touches now lasted longer, the feeling of his hot gaze on you burned stronger with every passing moment, it was a natural escalation; kisses now were no longer restrained to the hand, they now landed on your lips, your cheeks, your neck, wandering hands found their home in your waist and the small of your back.

When he told you he loved you, you knew not if he spoke as a devotee or a lover.

It was during a heated make out session that you found out his weakness to being marked and claimed, much to your surprise. He’d been quite insistent on not leaving a single mark on your person, not a hickey or bite, you guessed it must have been a preference but never asked about it either. You decided that, for the time being, you would avoid the topic until it naturally came up - and up did it come.

You had been on top of him, sitting on his lap and caressing his hair as your lips danced with one another’s, his golden eyes were shut tight in pleasure as he let you use his lips and body as you wished. His hands rested on your waist, tightly gripping at your robes and skin as he desperately clung onto your body. Soft whines left his lips periodically, his breathing was quick and you could feel his heart beating where your chests met.

You playfully decided to trail kisses across his face, at first he whined when he felt the loss of your lips on his but he soon fell quiet – other than a few moans and whimpers – as you left open mouthed kisses into his skin and down his neck.

It’s there that, in the heat of the moment, you decide to bite his neck, leaving a small hickey on his flushed skin. His reaction is immediate; his head falls backwards, his whole body heats up and you feel something stiffen below you, his face burns a bright red as a loud moan escapes his lips. His grip on you tightens, his fingers digging into your skin to a point you are certain it’ll leave a mark, and his heartbeat quickens; pleasure basically radiates off of his body the minute your teeth nib at his neck.

You stop, teeth sunken into his skin and hand tangled in his hair, his reaction so lewd and surprising you become flustered and stop dead in your tracks.

Zhongli, however, only pulls you tighter into his body, using a hand to press your face deeper into his neck, as if urging you to use more force in your bite – timidly you give in and nibble into his flesh, further deepening the imprint of your teeth in his skin. His whole body feels hot to the touch, his mind feels hazy, your soft bites into his skin send shockwaves through him.

You had no idea what you were doing to him, did you? Or else you wouldn’t have been so careless when picking the spot, but it doesn’t matter, in this moment of intense pleasure, the former Archon decides to give into delusion and believe you knew the meaning behind biting a draconic being such as himself — and in the neck of all places as well.

Old traditions dictate that a bite mark, especially in the jugular or neck, was a sign of ownership. It was often that mates would mark each other in the neck with enough force to leave scars, sinking sharp teeth into one another with ironic tenderness. It showed trust and care for the other, both to be marked and leave a mark, as it required vulnerability and care from both parties. It was a deeply intimate act, one that would be reserved to life-long partners and mates, it was a gesture of possessiveness and devotion tinted with love.

If he were to be honest, Zhongli would have thought himself to be the one to mark you instead of the other way around, it’d been something he’d often fantasized at night before your arrival, and yet, as he felt your — significantly duller teeth — bite into him he could feel his admiration and love for you grow as he became yours; even if you may not have known.

He’d always imagined himself on top of you, your naked form beneath him, as he sunk his canines into your flesh until he tasted your holy blood. He’d imagined himself cradling your pleasure stricken body while you moaned his name, a sinful sound coming from a divine being. Instead, it is himself that lays within your grasp, panting in ecstasy as he holds himself back from coming completely undone and showing a depraved side of himself even he did not know of.

If he was honest, he almost wishes you’d draw blood, sink your teeth so deep into his skin it breaks layers of flesh and leaves a deep scar that could never heal – a sign of your favoritism and ownership, one that he could proudly say was unique to him. If only you weren’t so careful with him, so scared of hurting him; he means no offense, but your current form is significantly weaker than his and he’s survived wars most have not heard of; even if you wanted to sink your nails into his skin and carve your name into his body, he thinks his strength and shear devotion to you alone would prove the pain to be nonexistent.

A gasp of your name leaves his parted lips, it’s erotic - the way his pink lips let a symphony of pleasured sounds - a wave of hormones rushing through his body, sending his brain into overdrive.

You look up at him, not having expected such a lewd reaction, but the sight of his half-lidded eyes as they burn into your own sends a hot-buzz down your spine. His cheeks are flushed, his lips bloodied as he bites them, his bare chest is heaving up and down; the expression on his face is orgasmic. His loose hair sticks to his forehead as sweat runs down his temples, clearly your gesture had taken quite an effect on him.

You slowly remove your lips from their spot, about to question his reaction - wondering if you’d perhaps crossed a line, but he stops you with a crooked smile and warm hands against the back of your head.

“It is okay, Your Grace,” he whispers, tongue darting to wet his drying lips, he guides your head back into his neck, “bite me all you want, my neck is yours for the taking.”

You giggle a bit at his eagerness, feeling his hard-on press against your ass. You playfully adjust yourself in his lap, softly nipping at his neck before biting down in a new spot.

“Ha-ah,” he moans once more, you feel him startle beneath you, “don’t be afraid to draw out blood, either… in fact, please, feel free to do so.”

He can only hope you take on the challenge, eager to flaunt your lovely bites to Neuvillette and any poor soul that even so much as thinks of questioning his position in your life.

#๋࣭. ancient scrolls #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #male yandere #yandere zhongli #yandere sagau #yandere sagau zhongli #yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere x reader #sagau #yandere morax #yandere rex lapis #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin zhongli x reader

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akkkkollle · 2 years

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— Thank you for doing my request and happy belated birthday! Can I request another one? Reader makes Sanzu choke on his cock until Sanzu's face is all flushed and eyes are filled with tears.

Pairing: Sanzu × M!Reader.

Words: 1200+.

CW/TW: deep throat, blowjob, humiliation, a little praise at the end, the reader has a big dick (this can be considered a warning, right?), Sanzu is just a sub.

Notes: I love Sanzu so much... Just so you know, I adore him.

His gaze slowly slides up your sitting figure until it reaches your eyes looking down at him. The look of your calm eyes causes an exciting warmth in his stomach, from which the pain between his legs becomes more and more unbearable. The desire to rub his hips against each other in order to achieve at least some friction is growing exponentially, but he tries not to do anything and even spreads his legs wider, as far as his tight business trousers allow.

- And what are you waiting for? - you ask, putting your elbow on the armrest, and you put your head on your hand, inclining your gaze.

- Your permission. - he answers meekly, running his hand over the fabric of your trousers, almost without touching them.

-You're too obedient today. I thought you'd take off my pants and underwear a long time ago and suck on my dick like it's the last thing on Earth. - he whines a little at your words, feeling the emptiness in his mouth and throat.

- I'd like to, but... You look... - he mumbles something at the end, looking down at his bulge.

He makes a surprised sound, feeling your hand on his chin as she squeezes him and raises him, forcing him to look into your eyes.

- And now again. Loud and clear so I can hear. - you say firmly.

He swallows, feeling his favorite feeling. A sense of submission to you. The dominance you're radiating over him right now... He's ready to cum just from thinking what you're going to do with him in the future.

-Well... You look too bossy today... And sexy. - he tries to speak as loudly and clearly as possible, but it doesn't work very well.

- Oh, okay. I figured it out. - you release his chin, returning to your previous position. - Now suck me off, slut.

He licks his lips, already anticipating your taste on his lips, in his mouth and throat. And, of course, his hands immediately reach for your belt, unbuttoning it, then unbuttoning the button, and pulling the zipper down. He slides your pants a little lower and gently slides your underwear, exposing your erect dick.

His tongue slides over his lips again, wetting them. He looks at you again, earning a lazy nod from you, and starts.

The tongue sticks out of the mouth to first moisten your cock with his saliva for easy sliding on your organ. He licks your head, on which droplets of preculate are already appearing. His tongue slides lower while his hand wraps around the base of your penis, slightly jerking his hand up and down. He licks the wreaths that have protruded all over the trunk, slightly pressing on them sometimes.

When he gets to the top of your penis again, he takes the head in his mouth, sucking it. His tongue teases your slit, licking the precum, instinctively swallowing the sweet/salty/bitter liquid that he has already loved so much. He takes a little more, licking right under your head, on sensitive skin.

His problem increases even more when he hears sighs/groans/growls from you. He pulls away from your dick for a second, looking at his problem, but immediately returning your cock to his mouth. Now you are the main character, so he should please you, his problems will wait.

Your hand rests on his hair, pulling it a little further along your base, which he does with pleasure, taking more. Your hearing picks up sounds that mean that your cock has started to reach his throat and you have a great idea. Your hand pulls his hair even tighter, making him cry out, but immediately get used to it, removing his tongue when he felt your movements.

His hands cling to the fabric of your trousers, trying not to lower them lower. Guttural moans, dirty sounds of his mouth filled the whole room. He felt your dick touching the back of his throat, but he wants more. Even if it's impossible, but he wants it.

- Fuck, Haru... So gorgeous to me... - you whisper, making him whine.

He feels an unpleasant pain in his eyes, which means that in a few seconds tears will form and they will roll down his cheeks, stuffed with your dick. And damn, that would look great.

He feels you twitching slightly in his throat and he understands that you will come soon. Tears are already rolling down his cheeks, red as ripe strawberries. Saliva flows down the chin in a mixture with preculate. His eyebrows twitch as he frowns, trying to stop the tears.

And he lets out a surprised exclamation when he feels you cum in his mouth. He immediately swallows, trying not to miss anything, and after a few seconds looks up at your satisfied face.

- Did you like it? - he asks, his voice hoarse from lack of air.

- Yes... - you swallow, trying to calm the dryness in your throat. - You're just the perfect whore, Haru, you know?

He giggles shyly, as if

there is still something left in his twisted mind that he would be embarrassed about. But he immediately moans, feeling you pull his hand up to you. His thighs rub against each other accidentally and he whimpers when you put him on your hips.

He looks great. His disheveled pink hair, red cheeks and nose, his mouth swollen from blowjob.

- So beautiful for me. - you say a little ironically, running your hand over his cheek as he bends down to your touch.

#akkkkollleworks #top male reader #dom male reader #seme male reader #x male reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #sub tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tokrev smut #tokrev x male reader #sub tokrev #sanzu x male reader #sanzu x reader #sanzu smut #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sub sanzu #sub character

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according2thelore · 9 months

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Here's my submission for the @wincestwednesdays July Event Week 4 prompt "Free Space"! I chose to do something trope-y, so this is a Love Potion!AU.

Excerpt: "'The potion will make the drinker fall in love with the first person they see after they drink it.'

Dean sits back in his chair and crosses his arms. The joviality of before has been completely erased, no doubt more perturbed by Sam’s clear distress than any concern for his own well-being, the absolute jack-ass.

Dean’s tilts his head, eyes sliding past Sam as he considers it. 'Okay, but the first person I saw—' Dean’s eyes go wide.

'Yeah.' Sam swallows. 'It was me.'

Or: Dean drinks a love potion. Sam is falling apart at the seams because he's been in love with his brother for more than a decade."

read it on AO3 here!

i'm sorry it's late! a loved one had surgery this week and i was staying with them to help with recovery, and this hefty fic wasn't ready yet. nevertheless here's the (two-day belated) wednesday fic!

i told myself i would not write something above 17k for this month again,,,but alas,,,it's clown time,,,honk honk,,,that means that in 22 days i have written 61k words,,,don't look at me,,,

-lizzy

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #sam and dean #samdean #spn #ao3 #wincest wednesday #fanfic #wincest fanfiction #wincest

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vocaloidsongpoll · 4 months

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uh. here after a very belated realisation that a song submission needs. a song, specified, and not just a gushing of enthusiasm

i be the ferry submitter

please consider comfort zone by ferry :> it was a strong contended between this and 100 epitaphs, but while i prefer 100 epitaphs musicallyncomfort zone is able to stand independently more, i think

you are totally fine, honey!! reading your submission last night honestly brought a smile to my face. it's easily the sweetest, most passionate message i've ever received since i started this blog, and that's why i love to do this. i love getting to see how excited vocaloid fans get when they see their favorite song(s) posted, and i love seeing all of the support and gushing over these songs, no matter how short or how wordy they may be!

all of the songs you suggested have been added to the queue, don't worry!! it might take a little bit but they will be posted before the end of january!

never apologize for being passionate or enthusiastic about something, especially around here <3

#not a poll #anon i love you so much /p you are such a sweetheart

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poisonappletales · 1 year

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@automaticcheesecakenacho’s Valentines + Arsenik's White Day Reply [3/3] (+ Game Preview)

@automaticcheesecakenacho sent this Valentine to Arsenik:

Arsenik's White Day reply:

"...Are you showing more of him as a waiter or as a host here?"

"Host, waiter - they're fairly similar, aren't they?"

"They've got some differences. Never been to a host cafe, club, whatever, but from what I hear -"

"WE SHOULD HAVE ENDED WITH THE TEDDY BEAR."

"See? Look at that magnificent specimen."

"I hope you're referring to the teddy bear and not yourself. Can't say I would put it past you to do so.

Either way, I would rather see this as me being a waiter for my valentine. I'm not interested in being a host for just any woman. Only for the one who has my heart."

"Why are you shirtless?"

"All the better to hug her with.

Just kidding."

"I was going to say - that's my teddy bear's line."

"This is clearly from before you cut your hair?"

"If anything, it's a modern AU where I didn't feel the need to cut my hair and I'm a waiter at a restaurant...where I'm hoping to see my favorite customer walk through the door and serve her."

"That still doesn't explain why you're shirtless."

Happy belated Valentine's Day/White Day, everyone!

That was the last Valentine/White Day reply. If you sent a Valentine within the submission period and you didn't get a White Day reply back because I accidentally missed it, please let me know ASAP so I can make you one!

About this comic - I was playing around with a rendering program to see if I could mix 3D with the game's artwork. Since I already had it up, I thought I might as well fulfill your Valentine kabedon request with it, @automaticcheesecakenacho! Hope you like it and don't mind the fact it was more 3D instead of straight 2D anime.

I also thought it might be a nifty bonus for Beauty and the War (X Playing Pieces) fans and that it'd be a nice way to end the White Day train of replies.

In the game, Arsenik will very likely have more of an anime/semi-realistic look, so don't expect to see this more realistic/3D one there. Otherwise, it'd clash with the renovated art style, which I'll show you a preview of here:

(Please note that it may be subject to further polishing in the future!) Here's (Present Day) Ambrosia! I remember showing my patreons another variation of this and asking them which style they prefer. This is the one that won!

(Speaking of which, you see that first panel of Arsenik in the comic above? My patreon family can look forward to seeing the full image of that one when I post an update for this month!)

Anyway, you can see that Arsenik's 3D model would not mesh well with this current art style. Perhaps his abs can be rendered that way, though.

Consider this your White Day treat, one that can help you visualize how Arsenik would look more realistically as well. (He has always been characterized as having a long face, slanting cheekbones, a straight nose bridge, and alluring blue eyes.) You also get a glimpse of his modern day fashion - the panels where he's wearing clothes, that is. I promise he doesn't walk shirtless in public for no reason...like a certain somebody.

Either way, this was fun. Here's hoping it'll put some spring in your step for the start of spring!

Have a Happy White Day!

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bracketsoffear · 10 months

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Belated not!submissions:

Twitch (League of Legends) for Corruption: A Zaunite plague rat by birth, but a connoisseur of filth by passion, Twitch is not afraid to get his paws dirty. Aiming a chem-powered crossbow at the gilded heart of Piltover, he has vowed to show those in the city above just how filthy they really are. Always a sneaky sneak, when he’s not rooting around in the Sump, he’s digging deep into other people’s garbage for discarded treasures… and perhaps a moldy sandwich.

Hush (Hitman 3) for Web: A Khandanyang (basically North Korean) cyberterrorist for hire, and co-overseer of the ICA's Chongqing data facility along with Imogen Royce. He started off as a relatively unskilled cyberterrorist who was primarily picked for his ties to the Po family (who rule Khandanyang), but his abilities in exposing dissidents were enough for him to be considered a liability to the regime, which he fled to start working with other criminals. Hush was once the leader of a group of hacktivists, whom he manipulated into working for a group of organ harvesters. Only one of his underlings found the truth: Olivia Hall, whom he immediately tried to have killed. According to Olivia, there’s literally no one to whom Hush will not sell his services to, up to and including organ harvesters and sex traffickers. Noting rapid advancements in microdrones and analysis techniques like Imogen's, he aims to make the ICA futureproof by researching "decision-manipulation", i.e. mind control. Hush controls people's motor functions and withers away their memories to turn them into blank slates that he can use to manipulate people's decisions and movements. Despite this, his main goal seems to be more of a morbid fascination with making himself a puppet master.

#asks #character propaganda #lonely poll

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elizabethrobertajones · 2 years

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For that writing thing 48 cause that's always an interesting one to me how people approach it (also 34 as a desperate cry for help...)

*waves* :D

do you reread your own stories?

Yes! When it comes to fics I have actually posted on Ao3 be glad no one can see the edit history because there are some embarrassingly belated lines I've added while re-reading when I MEANT to just soak up a vibe again, and instead realised I'd just plain jumped over CRUCIAL PLOT INFORMATION and continued writing as if that line was already in the story.

TBH fic writing is way more id and just splurge it out, tidy it up and post it sort of writing, while when I'm writing my own content especially for publication/submission I will re-read constantly for the sake of editing, and only consider it finished when I've read it to DEATH and don't want to look at it any more (and personal drafts I'm not planning to submit still get read over and over just not to the "to death" threshold). I don't wanna do that to fics because I still come back to them for fun because I did make the content I wanted to see :'D

how do you name characters and places?

First of all I bought (and re-covered so people wouldn't think I was expecting) one of these bad boys:

It's got sections with names sorted by era and popularity and it gives a basic name meaning and region where it's from. At the very least it means I can go look it up further (you know, to make sure no one notorious has a name or I'm using it wrong or the book was culturally appropriating etc :P)

I also call a looot of characters Bob as a placeholder so I can just write something and worry about that later XD

I think it's more important to think about WHY you are naming a character such and such a thing, like, who they are in the story and if they need to be memorable, or if they want them to kinda slide by either because they're not important or not important YET, so names that aren't particularly challenging or single names rather than giving them a surname too. In the novel I'm working on there's a squad of side characters hunting ghosts who've arrived from a studio in California, and I gave the presenter the name Katie Kobayashi, to give her something alliterative and fun to say and at least as far as I can tell no one important has the name. She gets a full name that characters repeat ("was that Katie Kobayashi?") so it sticks out like she's a celebrity and it's got a good saying out loud cadence (which you should do with all 2 or more part names). Her film crew with her are just Nate and Alejandro, neither of whom have surnames despite being in all the scenes with her and getting sometimes way more sympathetic or lengthy dialogue, because they're her background characters and I just needed Some Guy Names Like They're From California to follow her around, and their role is in their single names. Their producer who never appears and is mentioned two times, who manages their ghost hunting show and wants to produce horror films, is called Slice, no surname required not because he's unimportant but his "name" tells you everything about him XD I have heard of a couple of guys like this incidentally in my life who are 1 name genre weirdoes who aren't established enough to be A Surname Person on published content, but within circles have their name well enough known to just say their weird nickname and people know who it is. So I just looked up stuff on thesaurus.com until I saw one funny enough for this guy who's mentioned twice, to make him memorable and funny but more like, that's his whole personality and the joke is literally just in introducing him and moving on.

I hope that explains some of my process and helps you find some ways to come up with people :D

#asks

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sassysuitdonut · 14 days

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Missed ITR Filing Deadline? Here’s What You Need To Do

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nicholsroy · 4 months

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December (+ early January) updates & January goals

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Hello and happy belated New Year! I am back with a (very) quick (and very belated) updates post for this month, as I’m simply unwilling to throw this monthly tradition by the wayside in January. I don’t know, just seems like a shitty way to start off a new year.

December (+ early January) updates

Query letter: My query letter for LIFE IN BLACK AND WHITE is technically done (finally), but I’m sitting with it for a while because I’m still not fully satisfied with parts of it. I’m considering getting a paid query critique from someone in the genre once it’s fully polished, if funds allow. At this rate, that will most likely happen either late this month or early next.

Edits: Edits are progressing at approximately the speed of molasses in winter right now (mostly because I’ve been doing basically nothing but reading over the past couple weeks), but I made some decent headway in December. According to my tracking document, the restructured Act I is currently about 65% complete. Act II is still less than 10% complete, as I originally intended to not touch Act II at all until Act I was complete, but I am blocked on areas of Act I that require supplementary research (which, yes, is because I’m procrastinating on said research), so I have tinkered with Act II in the meantime in order to continue progress. Many of the Act II scenes are in good shape and only need to be line edited and structured differently into chapters as needed.

A secret third thing: I… may or may not be working on a (short) new project for which inspiration struck about a week ago. I’m about 70% done with the draft, which I’ll most likely set aside for at least a few weeks prior to polishing and sending it out on submission. It is a short piece which will probably comprise around 2,000 words in total.

January goals

Keeping it simple for this month, especially seeing as it’s already nearly halfway over (I say “already” as though I haven’t been complaining all month about how slowly the time is passing):

Polish my query letter.

Get up to at least 75% progress on LIFE IN BLACK AND WHITE edits.

Complete supplementary research needed for some of the Timeline B (present-day) scenes in Act I (because I have really been dragging my ass on this for months now…)

General life news (not writing-related)

Finished my 2023 reading challenge – on New Year’s Eve, no less – with 12 out of 12 books read! I’m working on a retrospective post of my thoughts on all these books (with ratings out of five), which I intended to post much sooner and is achieving a length much greater than intended (which is, truly, very me-coded).

I’m setting my 2024 reading challenge to 20 books, one of which I’ve read since the beginning of January. I am currently on my second, Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir. In fact, I’ve accidentally become such a born-again bookworm that my time spent on social media, including Tumblr, has become minimal as of late. Not a bad thing by any means, but I do certainly miss my friends and fellow writers on here!

Personal goals for 2024 include, among a few other things, saving money (and, in particular, spending less of it on takeout), progressing in my career, and going on a couple of bucket list trips: namely, travelling across western and central Canada on The Canadian, and going pod camping.

That’s all for now. I hope your new year is treating you with heaping quantities of motivation and possibility – and if it’s not, I hope you’re finding ways to hang in there nonetheless.

#update #blog #writeblr

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emblazekochi · 7 months

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Missed ITR Filing Deadline? Here’s What You Need To Do

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awiola · 10 months

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Super late mass update

And the title rhymes.

While I don't suppose a lot of people will read this, I'm pretty much dead everywhere besides discord at the moment [and even there I plan on taking a break] so a, belated, update is in order.

At this point my bird app account is pretty much abandoned and I don't wish to bother with reviving it at all so it's just waiting to rot and disappear, hopefully forever. There wasn't a lot of stuff there to begin with. Unless I decide to move somewhere else, tumblr will be my main platform of contact with people that don't share servers with me. Though I think I'll try my hand at a side art blog…

Anyway, this is a dev update so let's focus on games. Within the months of my inactivity and total radio silence here, a few games were created. Considering I have no idea how far back it should go, I'll start with my bird jam entry that I was a terrible lead for.

BIRD GAME

My total inability to assume responsibilities of my own work aside, the team did their job well. The actual story is finished and working and the only reason why the build has its current name is because I never went around to finish the GUI and the last CG properly and then disappeared for months due to personal reasons. As it stands, the story lacks nothing to enjoy it mostly as it was intended, though I may finally move my ass and update it. Just not now.

After that I took part in the creation of two projects for the queer edition of O2A2. One being a sequel of sorts to Annur's story, featuring Azazel. The other a very rushed personal project. Rushed only because I felt like making it at the moment and its quality only confirms that.

I won't really say much about either of them as due to the nature of the jam, they're naturally very short. I think both have around 700 words each? It would be cool if you checked Azazel out, though. That 'saga' might eventually get a third part. It's also pretty different from Annur's story, less horny and with a different artstyle… Or maybe just medium.

The newest creation is my submission to Orifice jam. Despite how it might sound, or maybe exactly because of that, the entries [planned ones included] are pretty cool. Not a lot of them at the moment of writing this post, though.

Both here and in my O2A2 short I decided to use the style that comes the most naturally to me. Maybe it wasn't a good idea, it's pretty avant garde and bizarro leaning, if I say so, though at the same time pretty normal and grounded. But those are my standards of normal, don't trust them. They're also chock-full of reference, although this time, based on the previous feedback, I tried explaining the most important ones. Everything else is still a bonus most likely no one would get. I just can't stop myself.

After that comes Mushroom jam which I'd recommend to join if you have even the slightest interest in the topic. It starts in september [technically august in almost all time zones] and is supposed to be as crunch free as possible, lasting three months and all. You can read the details on the page. It's a spiritual successor of Bird Jam and in a way OH jam as I ended up hosting a jam each year, always with a different theme, and plan to continue doing so, even if there ends up being close to no interest.

This also relates to my planned projects. As of now there are two main ones, one that I help with and is still a secret, two-three that I'd either finish someday or not and multiple "maybe if I get inspired to actually write" ones. Generally as long as it's written by me, it's likely to be on an unpopular topic or written in a way most people don't seem to like but as I have the most funn with these, well ¯_(ツ)_/¯ No one pays me for that, might as well.

Since there's no reason to disclose anything on the "maybe" category projects and the secret one, let's focus on the two main ones and these that probably should get finished.

Going by the chronology of planned releases, the first would be a some sort of SF story for sunofes playing with the idea of Agartha, Wanderers etc. I can't even promise what kind of mood it would have but given my lack of science skills, it would be closer to soft SF, if that's even a term that's used. Think analogous to soft fantasy but SF. Probably "interactive fiction" [actually kinetic, no choices, linear] with illustrations more so than vn as I wanted to write something longer than usual that's still moderately low effort. Not getting the urge to create custom gui really lessens the workload~~

The other project is for Spooktober, Mushroom jam or both. I kind of feel like it would be cheating, given the insignificant amount of fungi in the story but we'll see. Due to Spooktober rules, it's still in planning stage, though I'm starting design sketches. No idea if I manage to pull it off but I wanted to try something different style wise, with isometric view that changes depending on MC's mental state. It's honestly a lot of work for one person so I'm not even deluding myself I'll finish it for Spooktober, it would be just free exposure at this point :') Especially important as the SEO is going to be absolutely terrible and horrendous, being a yet another reference [created from two of my ideas that mutated and merged]. At least the non game results would explain what exactly was I referencing lol

If I actually manage to pull it off, it's gonna be the coolest looking of all my personal projects. Not that there's strong competition but still. Hope it works out.

From the stuff to finish, there's the above-mentioned bird game, Argousze and Red String Theory. RST's development doesn't exactly rely on my so it either remains a demo or the whole team gathers again to finish it. In the meantime I can draw my pretty boi Adisa whenever I want. As for Argousze, it's been close to three or four years since its initial release. I feel like I should finish it eventually, being ad short as it is but I kind of dislike the ending of the initial idea + had problems with designing aliens I liked so it either changes or gets a sequel/part with alien's pov as comparison, not sure yet. The pov change would have a completely different tone but would help me with my SoL sentai later on and as such requires further consideration. Hopefully it's finished before the fifth release anniversary passes.

Other than that there's some art etc related stuff going on but as it's not strictly dev related, I'll omit it. The whole post ended up quite long, as expected but that's what happens when you update people once a year. See you[?] next time.

#devstuff #vndev

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comradekatara · 2 years

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a little katara in the snow ❄

#id in alt text #avatar the last airbender #atla #katara #tagging this #kataraweek #kataraweek22 #consider this a belated submission #im also working on smth else that fits the prompt 'siblings'#so i might post that before the months ends too #art #mart #just a quick portrait of my best girl <3

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hellavile · 2 years

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birthday boy. • levi ackerman.

ଓ warnings ; fem!reader, little bit of vanilla, sensual as shit, saliva play, minor case of submissive levi, titty sucking, teasing, black coded.

ଓ mocha’s note ; happy belated to humanity’s strongest. this audio is exactly how I think levi sounds. play this when the smut hits. ;)

40. It was a big number that made him feel old, but being around you always kept him young. He never cared for his birthday, but every year you made it something to look forward to. In his perspective, it’s just a number. In yours, it’s another reason to be blessed for being alive. Your touch was comforting as the sun rose, glistening upon either of your skins as you cuddle underneath the cotton sheets, his wide hands caressing every inch of your naked flesh, smooth to the touch. You giggle after he smacks your ass, mumbling a husky ‘good morning’ as you kiss underneath his jaw endlessly with a smile.

He groans and rolls his eyes as you sing him a cheesy happy birthday song, laughing in his face as he turns his back to you and proceeds to stand from the bed. You follow behind, jumping on his back as he shakes his head and carries you towards the bathroom, turning so you sit on the double sink in the modern dark obsidian bathroom. You kick your feet, giddy about today. You wanted him to have an relaxing day, Levi not fond of parties or social events, which totals out for two since you felt the same.

Levi kisses you for head as your fingertips gently brush the sharpness of his v-line, pulling him closer between your legs as he brushes his teeth, staring into the mirror behind your head. One thing you loved the most was kissing him. You could never stop yourself, so entranced by the simple yet affectionate gesture, loving his warmth on your flesh. You remove yourself from him, Levi clutching your waist as you tiptoe towards the black claw foot rub, running a bubble bath for him.

It’s nice when you gather two wine glasses and a bottle of Rosatello, the bubbles in the tub nearly spilling over as his muscular body submerges into the warm water, moaning peacefully and spreading his legs so you have room for yourself. You played a record that soothed the atmosphere; For the Love of You by the Isley Brothers the first song he heard, dancing his head gently to the beat. Only one glass was needed considering you shared with him anyways, sitting before him, cupping his chin and titling the glass for him to sip.

“Tastes like shit,” he says.

You groan. “It’s bitter. You brushed your teeth.”

Levi takes hold of the glass, resting his head back on the tub as you run your fingers through his hair before pressing your cheek to his, your hair covering his view as you hold his face in your hands. The two of you soak for about twenty minutes, deciding to drain the tub and make your way to the rustic brick wall with a see-through glass door, washing properly and dressing in only expensive silk robes.

Levi was pleased to hear the rain beating down onto the windows, setting the fireplace ablaze while he finds a classic movie to play, hearing you mess with pots and China in the kitchen as you made breakfast. Whipping up a simple cheese omelet with green peppers, onions, and bacon—four eggs for him, two for you. Dicing up strawberries and coating them with a bit of sugar, letting them cool a little longer in the fridge before serving them on the side with his famous tea. The man couldn’t live without it.

Love Jones was an oldie he found, sitting back into the red velvet loveseat, seeing you from his peripheral view, your hips switching in your baby pink robe with steamy food in your hands and a pretty smile on your face.

“Thank you, princess.”

You pout your lips when he goes for the tea first, clearing your throat with a raised brow and waving the plate in his face. He laughs, taking it from you as you cut a piece with your fork and feed it to him, Levi nodding his head with a thumbs up as he chews.

“Always good.”

“How many times are you gonna watch this movie?” You comment on, glaring at the flatscreen mounted on the wall.

“I’m in love with Nia Long,” he confesses bluntly.

“Ah,” you gape. “Something we have in common. Eat your food before you make me forget it’s your birthday.”

“Come on,” he pinched your cheek, kissing his teeth. “Know I love you. Nobody can compete.”

Thunder begins to rage outside, and it’s truly the perfect setting for what you had in store today. Halfway through the movie, or not even twenty minutes in, he’s finished his omelette, retrieving the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher and fetching for the sugary strawberries you topped with a bit of whipped cream. When you walk back into the living room, Levi notices the tie to your robe is undone, keeping his eyes locked on your brown nipples peaking past the fabric as you walk seductively slow. Entirely bare underneath might be add.

The ball in his throat bobs as you scent finds its home near his nose once again, spreading his thighs, body still barely shielded by his silk black robe. You’re on your knees on the sofa, using the gold spoon in your hand to feed your man the delicacy, his slender eyes dark as he stays in focus with you, dick hardening as you wetly lick on your full lips, moaning whenever he swallowed the fruit.

“Good?” Your voice is silky, Levi nodding.

“Mhm.”

Levi inhales as he watches you discard the bowl onto the table, clutching his knees as you sink to yours on the floor, manicured nails smoothing over his thighs until you reach your goal, untying his robe and pulling it to the side, gnawing on your bottom lip. Levi swallows his moan once you lower your face, daunting tongue slipping out to lick over his stomach, sucking and marking your territory as his cock twitches by your cheek. It reaches higher, delicately nipping at his skin with your teeth, licking his abs up until you reach his nipples where he jumps and chortles huskily.

“Don’t be a tease, prin—ah!” Levi groans as you pump your hand over his cock, leaking precum, a soft pink head with veins running along, reaching his belly button even without being hard. His legs twitch as your tongue lolls out again, spit trickling down to hit his cock you slick your hand over, climbing up to wrap your hand around his throat, applying pressure.

“Just let me take care of you,” you breathe, already feeling yourself drenched between your legs from his voice alone, his little squeezes on your hips not making it better. You raise your right leg, Levi piercing his lips with his teeth as he raises his arms to move your hair aside, trained on the way you shift your robe away to let him have the view he wanted.

“Unwrapped my gift for me,” he jokes, grunting as your soppy cunt stretches itself to accommodate his size, hovering over him with your lips to his, heatedly breathing in each other’s air. Levi’s hands run over your back like he’s touching a piece of art in the museum, gazing up at you admirably. His lips touch under your jaw, getting carried away and locking you close while he sucks your skin, ass touching his thick thighs entirely as you sat.

“Talk to me,” Levi hisses, hitting your ass. You whimper, clapping your ass down without force, clenching to make him feel it all, pulsating deep inside you. “Tell me what you thinkin’. ”

“Not thinking,” you giggle, widening your jaw to lather his saliva with yours on each other’s tongues, dropping your hips a little quicker, rolling your waist and kissing him sensually. “Just wanna fuck you good.”

Either of you could hear how wet you were, sticky cunt coating his abdomen and balls, grinding while clutching his shoulders, arching yourself into him and fucking him how he likes. Levi adores when you take your time making love to him. Bending your body in ways sometimes he didn’t think was possible. Putting his pleasure before yours. Taking all of him even when it’s too much. You were such a pleaser who had no issue with giving, and giving.

And you gave it well. Your fingers claw at his dark undercut, Levi unable to help his control of touching you, taking hold of your waist and helping you bounce on his cock, his eyes scrolling to the back of his head, heaving against your flesh.

“Don’t fuckin’ stop,” he chokes, latching his mouth around your tits he hastily takes advantage of, palming both while he licks and sucks, moaning louder than you while slightly suffocated.

“I can’t fuckin’ stop. Feels too good, ‘Vi,” the shakiness in your voice was proof enough, switching your position up by sitting on the balls of your feet and fucking back onto him, Levi cussing and whining.

“Fuck,” he wheezes, shifting his hips to fuck up into you, matching your movements.

“Ahh, baby don’t,” you shove at his chest, lips pouty from how hard you kissed him, shaking. “Don’t wanna cum yet. It’s for you.”

He holds the back your neck, keeping your face pressed to his, forehead to forehead as he grunts and continues his thrust making you fall back down onto his lap, screaming the harder he fucks you, clasping onto his thigh behind you as he drags you on his cock to grind, hitting that spongey spot deep inside.

“Levi,” you’re crying now, sort of upset that he wouldn’t let you lead anymore, more-so overwhelmed. His hands are all over you.

“We got all day, don’t worry,” he mouths sloppily at your chin with his eyes shut, spit gliding down your chest until he collects it with more open mouthed kisses, back at your tits where he bites at your nipples. “Want me to touch your clit, baby?”

“Please, yes!” You wail, burying your face in the crook of his neck, dropping all your weight on him. Levi leans back, wrapping on forearm around your back while he circles your clit delicately, raising his own weight and pounding his cock into you, your toes curling, throat voiceless.

“Cum on my dick, baby. That’s my gift for today. Can I have it, pretty?” He’s at your ear with it, breathing through his nose as his jaw clenches, the pit of his stomach stirring.

“Y-yes, take it,” your words change into jumbles of nothing, clawing at the headrest of the sofa and squealing in his ear, Levi breathlessly whimpering as you fuck each other through your orgasm, holding you down to fill your walls with his cum, embracing you in a hug as you come down.

“Thank you, princess. You make every year worth it.”

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silverfoxlou · 2 years

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May I make a belated submission on Louis' excellent form? That is an athletic physique of a sportsperson - tennis players, basketballers, runners, footballers etc., generally tend to have that toned, lithe and wiry form. Working out generally sculpts the body differently than that. He may not workout, but he does still kick the ball around quite often in his free time, I'd wager.

Oh yeah. I mean I consider working out any kind of regular physical activity - not just going to the gym and lifting weights or something like that (though strength training is also good for you). So Louis clearly does something because there is no way he’s 30 with his diet looking like that.

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writerwrites · 4 years

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Could I Need You This Much

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After Bucky is left at the alter he asks you, his childhood best friend, to go with him to Rome so the non-refundable honeymoon doesn’t go to waste. Wanting to support him through his breakup you decide to telework and tag along. There’s a little problem: You’ve always been oblivious about your own feelings until you’re head over heels.

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Modern!au, wedding day break-up, language, past injury mention, fluffy... chronically fluffy

A/N: *THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A ONE SHOT* This is my submission to the [belated] birthday challenge for @burninmatches and I chose to combine two prompts from the challenge for this fic. First, the soulmates trope. Second, the song “Head Over Heels” by Tears For Fears ; The beautiful dividers were made by @whimsicalrogers

Bucky was always a quiet person, but you’d never seen him this quiet. You had just stepped out of the bathroom in your cute little tux and mini-bowtie, arms splayed out wide making jazz hands. The proclaimed ‘tada’ fell silent on your ruby-painted lips the moment you saw his downcast gaze at his phone. “Buck? Hey, talk to me, what’s going on?”

Steve was checking to make sure things were good to go; the irony of that, he thought. You would be the one to find him like this. “She broke it off. No wedding.” Those were the only words the Army veteran could muster as his lungs felt like ice and his mind filled with water.

You fell to your knees in front of him, kicking off your shiny black heels and pulling his phone from his hand to throw it to the side. “So let’s go. Let’s get out of here. Steve will take care of the crowd. We’ll get Nat to handle the vendors, she’s intimidating enough to stop them from asking questions. You don’t need to be here. You don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to. You tell me what to do and consider it done.”

This was what you did with the boys. Steve and Bucky were practically brothers and the three of you were the Musketeers of Brooklyn. You had weaseled into their lives because you had been the talker, the sidekick, the advice giver. Advice...you tried your best with this relationship and though you wouldn’t dare say you told him so, there had been so many bumps along the way. Even sweet Steve had drunkenly said Bucky could do better, about as harsh a judgement as Steve could ever muster. She had drunkenly complained that she hated how close the three of you were, you’d brushed it off. Bucky had been played, taken her back more times than you and Steve could count, and he’d put up with so much to make her happy. ‘At what cost’ was all you could manage to think.

There was a guilt in the pit of your stomach, a little voice in the back of your head, this was your fault. Maybe if you’d spoken up, but there wasn��t time to stay stuck in your own head as Bucky started to pull at his slicked back hair. Grabbing his hands in yours, detangling the mess he made, you pulled him up. “We’re getting out of here, simple as that. If you can’t tell me what to do, I’ll take care of this.”

When his rough hands pulled from yours it felt like he was about to protest, but his hands just went back to his face, blocking you from the sight of fresh tears. It was the first time you’d seen him cry from anything other than infectious laughter. Steve was the emotional one, Bucky was the glue, and you were... trading your heels in for the Chelsea boots you’d worn on your bike ride to the chapel. Grabbing your bag, you shoved in his wallet, phone, anything else that was small and his and put the bag on him. Pulling him to the exit you Gave him your helmet and grabbed Steve’s with little hesitation, a fleeting glance at Bucky’s car covered in hideous ‘just married’ decor. “Just hold on to me. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone bigger than me on the back.”

He didn’t acknowledge you with words, just little tilts of his head, eyes downcast. Even when you started the motorcycle and patted the seat to get on, Bucky marched like a tin soldier to orders. You were grateful for the noise of your bike and the city, and the built in Bluetooth speakers and mic in your helmet so you could call Steve. With a promise to somehow get his helmet back to him and to make up for the shitstorm that he and Nat would have to handle, you hung up and crossed the Brooklyn Bridge and escaped to the one place you knew no one would look for you except possibly Steve, Plumb Beach.

Hand in hand you two walked onto the small beach and you only let go to dig in the bag he still wore for the clothes you’d worn to the chapel to throw them on the sand for the pair of you to have a seat. His eyes searched far and wide, still staying off of you, so to give him some space, you emailed your boss that the three days off next week, your personal time to recover from the partying and subsequent clean up, should just be changed to a full week of telework. With no complaints outside of a joke that you really needed a real vacation, you tucked your phone into your pocket and really looked at Bucky. The sun on his tanned skin, face clean shaven - a rare occurrence, and the lines on his face from years of stress and pain or chronic infectious laughter. As your lips parted to try and weasel the latter out of him, his gentle voice came out in a raspy whisper, “I was looking forward to the trip to Italy. I thought it was going to be a fresh start for us, a new chapter.”

You draped your arm over his shoulder, pulling him close and his chin rested on your shoulder. “Bucky, I know that you know those two things aren’t the same.” Running your fingers through his hair to comfort him like he’d comforted you through your own fair share of breakups, you let out a sigh, “But today it’s okay to let her burn in your lungs and your heart and your head... It’s okay to scream it out or cry. Whatever it takes to not let this moment consume you because you’re going to come out on top. You’re not alone, not for a second.”

When he pulled away you thought he was pulling away for space or going to give some grandiose speech about how you didn’t understand and how he was alone. Instead he was reaching for your hand, pulling you up and, with three squeezes and the corner of his lips you knew what was coming. The quiet countdown, the setting sun, a throwback to junior prom and your ex making out with your nemesis under the bleachers. “One.” You started, eyes on him.

“Two.” His bright blue bloodshot eyes on you.

“Three.” Two pairs of lungs in unison soon empty of air as they let out billowing calls to nowhere.

Two tuxedoed buffoons getting odd looks, Bucky pulling you into his side, and no sound but the waves whispering as you let him process. “Let’s get out of here.”

While you were relieved he was finally stringing along more than a word or two you weren’t sure what he meant. It was the way his eyes seemed to light up like he was having a ‘eureka’ moment. “The last time you looked at me like that you decided we had to take a cross-country road trip before you and Steve left for bootcamp.”

Bucky tugged you back to the bike, “And wasn’t that exactly what we needed?”

Despite your laughter, the knowing that the trip was what you all needed to cope with the gang breaking up, you still recalled how the boys barely made it to the bus on time. Passing him Steve’s helmet with a nod, Bucky pulled it on without shaking hands or hesitation. “Where are we going?”

“My suitcase is in my car. Can you get off work?” You didn’t need to see his expression to know there was a puppy dog look of optimism on his face.

“I actually already did.” As you mounted your bike and Bucky flipped up the visor and you were surprised to see him looking so surprised. “What?” Clearing your throat and flipping your own visor down he got on and you hollered over the engine. “Steve has your keys, too. I’ll tell him to drive it over to you, you can have your suitcase, he can have his helmet. Now where are we going while we wait on him?”

“Yours, knucklehead. You’ve got a bag to pack.”

It wasn’t all that surprising that Steve couldn’t leave on a whim. His job as an art therapist for veterans wasn’t exactly something he put before a social life. As Bucky pulled luggage from the trunk Steve pulled you to the side, “I’m only letting him go on this trip because you’re going. If anything happens I’ll find a way to get there. I’m sorry I...”

Pressing your fingers to his lips you hushed him. “I may not be a therapist, but you two are my best friends. I’m not going to let him lock himself in a bathroom, throw himself off a gondola, or...”

Steve interrupted you with side-holding laughter, “Oh dear, you might need this more than him you uncultured swine. There are no gondolas in Rome.”

“No gondolas in Rome? Well fuck, we better pick a new place to run off to.” Bucky half-smiled as he leaned his head into the door. “We are still putting my non-refundable honeymoon to good use, aren’t we?”

Punching Steve in the arm, you called back at the blonde, “See ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya!”

Bucky stayed, talking to Steve for more than a couple of minutes while you flipped through work emails and kept your boss in the loop on the telework situation. All the while, only catching the tone of concern in Steve’s voice, not the words. Before you knew it you were on your way, body scans and bag checks, and with Bucky’s eyes averted you flipped through social media to see if it was safe to let him near his own phone. It wasn’t, at least not yet. It wasn’t just that she had changed her Facebook relationship status or that she deleted the countless pictures chronicling their relationship, it was that she had unfriended every person around Bucky that had put up with her for his own happiness. It made you wonder what happened, but more than that, it made you glad to put an ocean between her and your fists.

The non-stop flight was just shy of nine hours, the ride to the hotel in the heart of the city was another thirty, and as you walked up to the counter to check in Bucky, who managed to restlessly nod off on your shoulder, looked like he was about to collapse. “We’re here to check in, the reservation is under James Barnes.”

It was obvious that they were processing the English, disrupted from their lunch, “Ah, che bravissimo, the American newlyweds! Evviva gli sposi!”

What felt like nine in the morning on no sleep for you was clearly better than Bucky’s experience. So you nodded, thanked them, and passed over the passport and other items clutched in his hand. Once it was all back in your hands with room keys you pulled him along to the elevator and, once again, he surprised you. “Are you okay?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you took his hand. “Despite what some people think, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being a Mrs. Barnes.” Sticking out your tongue to lighten the mood, you left him in the elevator as you pulled your luggage along, “C’mon Athos!” The childhood nickname seemed to draw him from his thoughts and his long legs quickly caught up to you. “Want me to go in first and chuck any romantic decor?”

“Fuck, I didn’t even think about that.” He swallowed at the cotton in his mouth. “No, it’s fine. Hell, maybe there’s chocolate on the pillows.”

Wiggling your eyebrows you slipped the keycard in and pushed the door open, but just as you were about to say ‘dibs’ you saw the room. Rose petals trailed along the floor and the room had the soft scent of clean cotton and gardenias. Faux candles of an array of heights and sizes flickered on every surface. The bathroom door sat open and the motion sensor light kicked on to brighten up a jacuzzi tub and oversized shower with a bench. The small area to sit in had a door out to the balcony with a postcard worthy view and just as you were about to rush out there you saw the bed- the one massive bed and the welcome basket and flowers in the center of a massive heart of petals. “Cliché, but I think we have the chocolate covered.”

“I’ll take the couch.” He was so quick, so matter of fact about it that it almost threw you for a loop and you nearly agreed.

“We could sleep on this bed with all of this on it and still never brush elbows. Besides, we’ve shared a bed before.”

While all of that was true and you didn’t think much of it as you kicked off your shoes and left your bags by the door, something was twisting in the pit of Bucky’s stomach. The fact was that it had always been you, him, and Steve; even on the impromptu road trip Steve was always there. The boundaries had always been crystal clear and now you both were single, had careers, grown up, and now, after everything, there were secrets. “Are you sure?”

“Yup. Go and shower first, Army boy. If I do there won’t be any hot water left for you.” As soon as he was in the bathroom you pulled out your laptop, checking in with Natasha about the vendors and letting Steve know you had made it safe. With it being so early in the morning you weren’t surprised by the lack of a response and set out to clean up the room, all the while keeping an ear open for Bucky needing you. Just as you were about to check on him, your toiletry bag and a change of clothes tucked under your arm, you shrieked at the door opening in front of you. Your fist instinctively punched straight ahead into his stomach and set him coughing. “Shit! Sorry.” As soon as you put your hand on his damp shoulder you saw the familiar intense scarring that he usually kept hidden under a henley or leather jacket. Your thumb brushed over the remnants of the wound that had discharged him from the military before you took a step back, “Okay Barnes, I didn’t hit you that hard.”

“It’s my ego. You hit me in my ego.” He mocked as he straightened up. “Steve can never know this happened.”

Sticking your tongue out you walked into the bathroom and shut the door, a long slow exhale passing your lips. You hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath and that might have surprised you if it wasn’t for the flushed look on your face in the mirror. It wasn’t blush- or so you swore.

On the other side of the door, Bucky quickly changed and moved around the room setting a few dozen of the candles back on to turn off the harsher light of the bedroom lamps. His eyes stayed on the bathroom door the entire time while his mouth moved from chewing the inside of his cheek to chewing on his bottom lip. Once he’d finally stopped pacing around the room and decided to take a seat the bathroom door opened and you stepped out in leggings and a long t-shirt. Your eyes were on the floor, hair wrapped in a towel so that it didn’t drip onto your clothes. Bucky’s blue eyes stayed glued on the shirt clinging to the damp skin beneath. “I remember when you stole that shirt.”

“Huh?” Looking down you couldn’t help but snort, “Don’t call me out!”

“You always do that,” The corner of his mouth turned up, in a near smile and it was a relief for both of them to feel the tiniest lightening of the mood, a baby-step to normalcy.

“Do what?” Feigning innocence and flopping onto the bed, you reached for a pillow, causing the old shirt to slink up your curves.

“Buy a present that is actually meant for you and, under dubious circumstances at best, you somehow reclaim that gift.” Once the pillow was under your head, Bucky delicately pulled the shirt down and laid down next to you, rolling onto his side.

“I’m pretty sure I had this shirt first and it’s mine, but I knew you liked it so much that I got you the same one for your birthday.” You looked down at his hand, lingering on your stomach, certain it was just that he needed physical comfort, so you placed yours on top.

“Then at Steve’s twenty-first birthday co-Independence Day party you got so trashed you ruined yours. This is my shirt.”

“James Buchanan Barnes! Are you calling me a liar? Are you trying to steal the shirt off of my back?” You laughed so hard the bed shook and just as you settled down, sides aching, his rough fingertips tickled at the bottom of your soft tummy, right at the hem of your leggings and the shirt. “Even if it was yours, and I’m most certainly not saying it is, it’s molded to my thicc-ness now and it’ll never fit you again, Army Boy!”

“My whole government name, is it?” He smiled, really smiled, that glowing dopey ear to ear smile that was contagious. It had nearly been twenty-four hours since you’d seen him smile and somehow you were all to aware of an ache in your bones of missing his naturally contagious light. But that wasn’t what caught you off guard, it was the fact that this smile hadn’t been seen in years and the realization was something akin to going through withdrawals.

The choked laugh and the smile that found your own lips was hesitant, reserved, and held between your teeth. Against your better judgement you reached over and brushed your thumb through the lines on his face. “Does it hurt smiling like that after you haven’t in years.”

The words were whispered, Bucky’s sad blue eyes looked up from the threads of the comforter he was picking at and locked dead on you. When your lips parted to apologize, he leaned in close and pressed his lips to your forehead. “New chapter, remember?” Though your breath hitched in your throat, he pulled away from you, “I guess we’ll have to get used to it.”

“I could get used to it.” You half-yawned. “If we take a nap we might be able to reset ourself and waste less time jet lagged.”

“Background noise of tv, music, or--”

“City!” You finished with an excited smile, already sliding off the bed to open the balcony’s door and let in the sounds of Rome. You could feel Bucky’s eyes on you and thought little more of it than his own curiosity about what the pair of you were going to miss during your quick snooze. By the time you turned around his eyes were closed and he’d jumbled up all of the blankets and pillows to get comfortable. “Too fluffy?”

“Spend years in the desert and try and sleep with all of that.”

Walking up the massive bed on your hands and knees, your tired body couldn’t be bothered to shove it all over the edge. He watched you attempt at climbing under the blankets, curious about why you weren’t looking up to see where you were going. It left you brushing against Bucky and he pulled you to his chest in one of his classic bear hugs. “Careful or you’ll wish you were back in the desert or did you forget that I’m a human space heater?”

“Nah, you missed my big hugs.” The steady cadence of his pulse was already lulling you to sleep. If that wasn’t enough, he pulled the towel off of your head and ran his fingers through your hair. It was an intoxicating sort of magic, a little trick he’d learned comforting his sisters and maybe when you woke up you’d feel played because you should have been comforting him, but the stars behind your lids drew you to a comfortable sleep.

As the two of you zipped around the city on your matching pistachio colored Vespas, Bucky knew he’d really started a new chapter. He could still perfectly picture the confusion on your face when you shocked him by agreeing to set work aside for a sunset zip to hunt down the best gelato. He couldn’t remember the last time you’d looked at him and not known what he was thinking. It was impossible for him to recall the last time anyone had set work aside to live a little, even with Steve. Though Bucky had chalked it up to ‘growing up’ a larger part of him wondered if you wold have always said yes or if there was a bigger reason you would’ve said no- like his ex. The fact was that the ex never even let you ask. That chapter felt a lot like the words ‘missing you’. This one felt a lot like three.

Somehow in the last two days in Italy, tossing coins in fountains, eating copious amounts of bread at every meal, sipping on proper espresso to counteract jet lag; he hadn’t cried or settled into some desperate need to get over his ex by getting under someone else. Bucky found himself delighting in the little things and he realized it was just because you were.

Wine tasted better after watching you bring it to you lips with a hum. Its color was the perfect balance of red and purple as it stained your lips. Then, when you slid it across for him to try it was the melodic sound of your laughter and pleading that convinced him to try something new from his staunchly beer and bourbon alcohol repertoire.

The mere mention of ice cream was no longer summoning the memory of that time Steve started a scrap that he had to end and resulted in you buying the three of them ice creams to cool off in the humid New York summer heat. You’d scolded the both of them so lovingly hard that yours melted entirely over fingers before your first lick. No, it was those fingers now covered in strawberry, sticky-sweet, and the almost inaudible gasp on you lips when Bucky leaned in and licked it off. He swore it was just for a stolen taste, but in the back of his mind he knew it wasn’t.

The laugh that came with the silly gesture, the familiar warmth of it like a hug to him, was more to you. While you swore it because he was being uncharacteristically childish. “I want to say I could get used to this ‘new chapter’ version of you because I love seeing you back to the Bucky that would protect Steve from his own stubbornness and me from my bad... taste, but if you’re going to make me laugh this much all the time... Can a person die of laughter? Is it going to be an oxygen deprivation type of death?” Laughing nervously, glad Steve wasn’t around to read you like a book. The embarrassment truly stemmed from how you loved the feeling of his stubble scratching your skin. Steve would’ve called you on it, that some how, something had just flipped like a switch and you were seeing the history of your friendship in a completely different way. The anxiety was starting to bubble as you question if he did too.

It felt so obvious to you, that the universe was laying the cards out on the table. You both shared silence and sound, space and somehow time- not just time in the sense of being in a new time zone or having shared a lifetime of memories, it was more and as you parked the rental Vespas at the shop and picked up your little bicycles, Bucky pulled you into the biggest hug. You didn’t ask him what it was for or hesitate to hug him back.

The sun was low, the street lamps turned on, and the only barrier between you two were the bikes. Hiding your smile in the curve of Bucky’s neck you could have sworn you heard him groan when you lips brushed the base of his neck at the collar of his t-shirt. “You know where we are?” He asked as he led you around the bike just a little, still holding you until he pulled on your hip to make you look out at the view. A hefty amount of stairs led down deeper into the plaza, flanked by older peach and dusty rose buildings. The architecture was beautiful, but you honestly had been enjoying the company on this trip more than the food and your love of history was always always something you didn’t flaunt. “It’s late and we’ve been dragging each other all over this city since we got here, so I’ll forgive you for not realizing just yet.”

Buzzing with excitement and curiosity he took your hand, lacing his hand in yours and taking you down the stairs a few at a time. “I’ve got little legs!” You laughed, true or not it was always hard to keep up with the soldier’s longer legs. The joke of protest was met with Bucky’s arms scooping you up. You were so tempted to protest, so tempted to tell him that the last thing he needed was to hurt his arm lugging you down some stairs in Rome. Then you saw his smile, the one that reached his eyes and the only thing you could say was, “The stairs! Stop looking at me and look at the stairs, Bucky!”

“I’d never drop you.” He said it so matter of factly and you believed it. “I really want to enjoy this so close your eyes.”

“Demanding.” You chuckled, no longer hiding that you loved it. “Fine... but only since you completely unnecessarily but oh so gallantly walked me down oh so many Roman stairs.”

With a crinkle of your nose you shut your eyes and he set you down shortly thereafter. You swallowed at the dryness in you mouth when his hands found yours again almost immediately. Bucky’s breath shook in your ear, surely from the effort of lugging you around, you swore, biting into your bottom lip waiting for the cue to open your eyes. But he waited, his hands still holding yours and then enveloping you in a tight hug, his chest pressed to your back, his chin over your shoulder. “Okay, now you can open them.”

You didn’t have to read the placard to know Keat’s home. When Bucky and Steve were away for boot camp you’d written them every day, jokingly telling the boys to not become blockheads and to keep each other safe. While the letters were fairly similar, you knew Steve was already hiding doodles on the envelopes, he had ‘his thing’. So you sent Bucky poetry, Keats being one of your favorites. How you’d forgotten the stairs was beyond you, but you weren’t breathing, your eyes stung with happy tears. This was a bucket list visit and your chin quivered as you recalled the emotions of reading you first poem and the worry about losing the boys forever. You’d made yourself sick worrying Bucky would do something stupid to save Steve.

“Hey, pretty girl, this was supposed to make you smile!” Bucky squeezed you in that hug a little tighter and finally you took a breathe and the few tears dripped down your cheeks. “I thought you loved John Keats.” You could only managed a mildly frantic nod as you tried to collect yourself, a soft smile- one too similar to an apology found your lips. “This is you in celebrity shock?” A nudge to Bucky’s side made him laugh and you let go of his hands so you could spin around and hug him tightly back. “Ahhh there’s the reaction I was hoping for.”

“You never talked about the poems I sent you. I just assumed you didn’t want to tell me I was being lame.” Chewing the inside of your cheek you looked back at the building and then up at his bright blue eyes, which were only on you.

“I loved them. They got me through...” The arm, he didn’t have to say it and you squeezed his side to let him know that. What you hadn’t expected was the quiet man that kept his longer chatting to odd things he’d dug up on science threads on Reddit or political rants to make a confession in the middle of the Piazza di Spagna in words that you both shared years ago:

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

Was that what did it? Was that the moment you fell head over heals for Bucky Barnes? It felt irrelevant to label the ‘something happened’ moment when, under the stars and in the summer heat you pulled his mouth to yours and kissed him fearlessly. His hands pulled the two of you somehow ever closer and the only compromise to the separation of your soft lips to his was the gasp for air. The dopey smile on his face as he cupped your face gave you the opportunity to use your words. “I’m in love with you, too.”

Bucky’s fingers pressed gently into your soft skin and he pulled your mouth back to his. He didn’t ask when you knew, you didn’t ask him either, and it didn’t matter. His tongue caressed yours and you moaned into his mouth, your fingers tugging on his cloths, his hair, every inch of you pressing into him until you both were breathless messes again. “I’ll bring you back.”

“Promise?” You didn’t know if he meant to Italy or the Keats-Shelley Museum, but you were too distracted by his blown out pupils and how beautiful his lips looked wet and swollen from kissing you. The thought of that action alone was still dizzying.

“Yeah, I promise, but I have one more surprise.” As your eyebrows drew together in confusion his hands pulled away from your face, where they had been resting gently on your neck, brushing your jaw, leaving a sting of heat in their wake. He took your hands in his and he got down on one knee. Your mouth fell open and you picked it up quickly, but your head lulled to the side like a confused puppy as your heart raced so loudly in your chest that you were certain Bucky would feel the vibrations in your fingertips. “Will you marry me? Steve always knew I wanted this. He swore up and down that if I just took five minutes to think about what you meant to me romantically that I would realize every single person I’d been with never compared to the girl who climbed in my sandbox. I wouldn’t have been left at the alter if I would have realized the only person I wanted at my side was the person I wanted at my side in sickness and in health, good times and bad, was always already there. Yes, you and Steve are my best friends, but I should have realized sooner why there were differences between my friendships with the two of you.”

“Everyone saw it but the two of us.” You looked down at Bucky, his hands may not have held a ring, but it was perfect and it was very much the two of you in your own world. “I guess I need to call Steve to come to Rome after all.”

As if he was reading your mind, he knew what you meant, you weren’t leaving this city without marrying him. Pulling out your phone, you tapped the little phone icon and in one swoop Bucky was picking you up and spinning you around, his lips kissing every inch of skin they could find and you laughed breathlessly. Steve answered on the second ring but the pair of you laughing muffled his greeting. You pulled the phone from your face and saw the minutes counting and you hushed Bucky with a smile and gentle little thwack to his peck. “So he told you?” Steve asked, tone anxious.

“Told me what?” Your eyebrows drew together and Bucky set you down, leaning in to listen to the call.

“He told you she called it off because he wanted to marry you.” Bucky swallowed, knowing that Steve was leaving out the key detail that after somehow getting his confiscated phone back he had drunk texted the Bride-not-to-be and told her as much the night before the wedding. “Is it finally happening?”

“Yeah,” You both said in unison, smiling despite the circumstances.

“Well, only if you can get out here. Someone has to give me away and seeing as how he won’t stand there without you and I won’t marry him without your blessing, it’s a bit of a co-dependent situation.” Bucky muffled his laugh, squeezing your hand before kissing your temple. “What do you say, Aramis?”

Steve let out a long sigh, but you could hear his keys jingling like he was already headed for his car. “Far be it from me to delay the inevitable. I’m surprised you two didn’t take care of this before we enlisted. Y’now, speaking of the three musketeers, does the impulsivity of this make him a D’Artagnan?”

Bucky let out a whistle and jokingly pumped his arm in victorious celebration. “You’ve done it now, Steve. Straight to his head.”

“I have to torture you a little for making me live through a couple of decades of angst and oblivion.”

You could practically hear the approving smile, “See you soon, stupid.”

Unceremoniously ending the call, you leapt into Bucky’s arms and picked up kissing him, drizzling in a lifetime’s worth of unsaid I love yous. Through laughing and smiling, fingers tangled in hair and soft curves pressed to the cold stone wall of the museum, you drank in Rome and Bucky. Each kiss was a vow to no longer letting a moment pass you two by.

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#fic: bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #writingmatches #writer: writerwrites #bucky x reader #//listen I really love them and so I may do head canons or something for these two

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