#maybe tell me your favourite dinosaur and why!

[ox1-lovesick]

✶ ─── TXT REACTION TO YOU FORGETTING THEIR PET'S BIRTHDAY

pairing. txt x gn!reader genre. fluff and crack warnings. profanity (?) wc. 100-200 each

synopsis. you forget tubatu's pet's birthday, and they aren't very happy about that 😟

a/n. here she is, from the 15th of October 2022 😭 literal nonsense ahead I wrote this at 4 am on a school night. may odi rest in peace 😞❤️

✧ YEONJUN

yeonjun unfortunately has no pets so we're going to pretend like you forgot his nephew's birthday okay 💀

memory was never your strong suit, and you've only met his nephew a few times so he couldn't really blame you after all but he's still heartbroken 😞

it strikes a nerve because as his partner, yeonjun expects you to make his family a priority as he does yours

his nephew adores you, whenever he's on the phone with his cousin he always yanks the phone away and asks to speak to you or asks about you if you're not there

and when you are there he'll chat away with you for hours at a time, telling you about the new dinosaur figurine he got or whatever shenanigans his favourite hey tayo character is up to

so when you go about your day acting like his nephews birthday party was not later that night his heart just 💔

"anything special you were supposed to do today? 🤨 y'know maybe you had somewhere to go or someone to see, maybe something special is happening 🤨"

was he upset with you ? if so why ?? should you go talk to him ??? will that make things worse ????

has you googling HIS birthday every 5 seconds to make sure you didn't forget it

bro's so butthurt 😭

does a little fashion show for you to help him choose an outfit for later

takes your mind off the whole thing for a while because you're just having fun styling him

you decide on an outfit you both like and get all his accessories in order and he's like "cool, what are you wearing to match?"

huh 🧍

"today's my nephew's birthday silly don't tell me you forgot 🤨🤨" and he absolutely knows you forgot he just wants to be spiteful

he feels a bit guilty after seeing the way you panic, but in back of his head... deserved

you feel really sad because you know how much his nephew loves you 🙁 it just completely slipped your mind somehow

so he decides to put his pettiness aside and tell you to get changed quickly so you can both be there on time and hopefully make a pitstop on the way to get a present

and happy nephew = happy junnie. and happy junnie = happy you, so happily ever after

and although you arrive a little late—his nephew is beyond ecstatic to see you and yeonjun, maybe

✧ SOOBIN

firstly, how DARE you forget the 4th gen it pet's birthday???

secondly, soobin is so so petty about it

even more than yeonjun probably

yes he knows odi is an animal and probably doesn't give a shit whether you're there or not, but you know who is a human with feelings and does give very many shits? soobin.

after you've both decided to raise him as your own? after all the family photoshoots? after soobin odi wrote that card for you on parents day telling you how happy he was to have you? how could you forget your own son's birthday??

he's livid

talks about odi the entire day, shows you a gazillion pictures of him doing random things and constantly redirects any conversation you have to back odi

"there's a fire in the kitchen" "okay, but didn't odi look so cute today?"

if you don't catch on after a while he'll be even more upset 😭

cue the silent treatment

you have to remember on your own, it's not special anymore if he tells you

locks himself in his room to celebrate with odi while complaining very loudly

"why am I the only one here? well odi, I'm the only who cares enough to remember your birthday"

every few minutes he randomly laughs at the top of his lungs as if odi told him the most stomach grabbing, knee slapping, air gasping joke in existence

gets sick of it eventually and just tells you to join him because as much as he loves odi he can't keep pretending to have conversations with him 😭

you make odi a paper mache birthday hat as an apology and all is forgiven

✧ BEOMGYU

poor gyu had a vision of how this day would go

he was ecstatic when you told him you too the day off on toto's birthday a weak prior

the two of you would head to daegu on a bus and share earphones and listen to the playlist he made and you and his family would celebrate toto's birthday together and the day would be full of rainbows of and glitter

why are you not sticking to the script and taking on a shift for your co-worker instead of celebrating your son's birthday

you will be receiving an earful from both him and toto

teaches toto how to swear so he can yell at you too

it's already a crime you didn't get him any gifts ontop of it you just forgot it was his birthday as a whole? the audacity

will take you to court to file for a divorce and claim full custody of toto

jokes aside i feel like of them all he'd be the most upset about this

it's not just about you forgetting toto's birthday, it's about you promising you'd be there just to forget and bail last minute

it wouldn't hurt him too much but he's still sad your forgot because toto means so much to him

i feel like at first he'd get in his head about it, wondering if maybe you did remember but just don't care or didn't want to go with him in the first place

which will make him more upset 😭

will definitely complain to toto

eventually he'll realise it's silly to make those assumptions and calm down but don't expect him to forgive you

silent treatment pt 2

you're so confused about why he refuses to talk to you until his mom sends you the pictures they took that day with toto

you are screwed ❤️

you will NEVER live this down

buy him iu albums for his lp player and he's all over you again, but he won't forget to mention it every birthday toto has in the future

✧ TAEHYUN

he doesn't want to tell you it's hobak's birthday and make you feel bad but at the same he wants to tell you it's hobak's birthday and make you feel bad

being a sadist and an opportunist is a dangerous combo

he is a bit sad you forgot hobak's birthday but we live, we love, we lie 🤥

probably one of those pet owners who go out of their way to throw their pet a birthday party and bake them a cake and everything

he understands it probably just slipped your mind and it isn't that deep to him, he just wants to tease you because it's funny

so he's making a cake out of fish heads for hobak as you watch in horror

goes on about how fish bones are actually really good for your digestive system and you're just nodding along trying to figure out how you're going to order other food without him noticing

"...what are you making babe?" "dinner"

expects you to realise what's actually happening when he starts grinding cat treats for a crumble but at that point you're just too scared to question what's happening

and it is hilarious to him 😭

tries to feed you some every now and then and puts all his child actor skills into not laughing

"but you're my taste tester babe how else will I know of everyone else will like it?" 😞😞

you can feel your heart in your ass when he says that because no way he's planning to feed his monstrosity to other people too???

he drags you along to his parents' house and you don't even want to look at the food table because he's convinced you everyone will be enjoying a pedigree tiramisu

you wonder if it's too late to break up with him and save yourself

thankfully his sister informs you that taehyun is pulling your leg and the cake is for hobak

you don't even care anymore you're just glad to not be eating cat food for dinner

✧ HEUNINGKAI

honestly forgot his rock's birthday himself

both of you are just blissfully unaware it's been a year since Huening Lionel Mbappe has graced you with its presence

he collects dust on Kai's windowsill as you both go about your day 😭

it's like one of those toys you're fascinated with for a day and then it rots and decomposes in your cupboard for the rest of eternity

the both of you wake up with this feeling of impending doom thinking that you forgot something really important, but can't put your finger on it

so to try and figure it out you both do everything you've been putting off for a while

it's the most productive either of you have been in years

assignments? submitted. lyrics? written. laundry that's been laying on the floor since 2018? washed, dried, packed and folded

gets praise from all the staff and members because they think he's finally taking those new years resolutions seriously

january was almost a year ago but it's never too late to start !!

you get a shit ton of chores done but something still feels off

the both of you are just going mad lol

eventually you admit defeat and decide whatever it is, you will hope it wasn't important and deal with it when the time comes

you're both watching jjk when taehyun comes in with a cupcake ready to sing to the birthday rock and you feel so stupid ❤️

he's genuinely upset you both forgot the rock's birthday

the fact taehyun remembered just adds salt to his wounds 😭

so you split the cupcake on behalf of Huening Lionel Mbappe and call it a day

🗯️ taglist. @k-labels @kpopcontentcreatorsclub @kflixnet @newbie-kpop-fan @fairy-yeo @tsxkkis @pnkvernon @kynrki @hoonfever @haknom @soov

★ OX1-LOVESICK all rights reserved. do not copy, distribute, translate, alter or repost my work without my explicit permission.

#txt imagines #txt headcanons #txt scenarios #txt fluff #txt angst #txt reactions #txt icons #txt smau #tomorrow x together #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun scenarios #choi yeonjun #soobin fluff #soobin imagines #soobin scenarios #choi soobin #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu scenarios #choi beomgyu #taehyun fluff #taehyun imagines #taehyun scenarios #kang taehyun #hueningkai fluff #hueningkai imagines #hueningkai scenarios #hueningkai #tomorrow by together

[mrs-monaghan]

Hi Shaz! Im feeling so down today, i had been stressed out for the whole week as I have 2 audits and 2 assessment for this month, I dis not pass one of my assessment today. Pls give me some Jikook content to lift my spirit up 😘 I know reading ur blogs will make me feel good, that’s why I run here after hahahah

I got u my lovely. There is never shortage of Jikook content! I didn't do it when u asked me but better late than never, no?

To start us off, how soft is this image?

No seriously, how soft is that?

(Which reminds me, @youaremy-parkfilter I haven't 4go10 your ask. I just haven't had time to rewatch the episode but I will, I promise)

It's a subconscious act too, that's what I love about it. Their size difference though! Gets me everytime

I love them sm 😩😩😩😩😫😫😫😫

Okay, okay. Let's get it together. Too fluffy..too much fluff. I know just the thing to get me back on track. 😏 see this photo of JK where he looks like a professional wrecker?

No, but he really do be looking like he does indeed wreck Jimin seven days a week 🥵 Anyway, remember how he adjusts the Jungkonda during this clip? Isn't it funny who he's talking about while he does that? 🤭🤭🤭

😂🤣😂 Look, this isn't what you would call a typical Jikook moment. It's just one of those things someone with a brain like mine would notice, alright? It's JK adjusting himself, of course I noticed. But it was JK adjusting himself while talking about Jimin. 🤭🤭🤭

Moving onnnnnnn.... what do you reckon Jikook have been saying to eo all these years?

And why do they have to be that close? Its that lack of personal space thing they've always had going on 🤭

Anyway, let's do a tiny analysis because we can. I was watching this because it doesn't matter how long you've been around there is always BTS content to catch up on, and I noticed something that really tickled me.

So Jimin was asked to pretend he's preventing his gf from breaking up with him. V wanted to pretend to be the gf but JK quickly beats him to it.

He stands up incredibly fast and stops infront of Jimin 😂😂 JK did not want another member to play this role. He really wanted to be Jimin's pretend girlfriend 🤭🤭🤭

The best part though, is when Jimin still names his girlfriend Jeon Jungkook. 😂😂😂😂😂😂

I'm sorry but that was too funny to me. Jimin and his girlfriend Jungkook 🤭🤭 Not RM finding it cringy 😂😂😂 RM's reactions never fail y'all.

Then, Jimin was asked to pick an actress he would love to work with.

And so he did.

Then an outraged JK was like, what about me???

Umm... okay? You're not even on the list bro, maybe chill? 🤭😂

It's the little things guys. It's the little things. And of course satellite Jikook are sitting next to eo. 💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾

Next I'm gonna share this extremely soft Jikook moment. Like, he didn't even hurt him. That punch was so soft and yet here Jimin is just hugging on JK and apologising for the clearly painless punch. But its the tight hug at the end for me 🥺

Alrighty! Back to another BV analysis. So remember when they went to that tourist place with all the dinosaur carcasses and Jimin was soooooooo excited? As soon as he spotted it he told us about how he loves dinosaurs

He couldn't wait to get off the ATV and ran towards it.

And there he goes telling RM all about it. Super super excited he is.

As soon as he was given the go ahead he got inside one of them.

Now, JK could you please tell us your favourite animal just one more time?

Thank you JK ☺☺☺

Out of the million things Jikook have in common, quickly add dinosaurs to the list if you haven't. 🥰🥰

While we are on BV there is this one moment that I didn't understand. Like Jimin was just there... he wasn't even talking it was RM and someone else talking. But JK was just.... staring at Mimi

Like for no reason. And as soon as Jimin turned back to his food JK quickly looks away.

This JK habit absolutely fascinates me. Like fr fr. What is it? What goes on? Like Mr. Jeon can you speak your thoughts outloud? That's your man, you've known him for years, why do you look at him like you've never seen him before? It's just... I don't understand... but I know it ain't normal. Like, friends don't just stare at their other friends for no reason.

Okay so I just thought this was cute

And this will always be very eyebrow raising for me. Why u blushing for your bandmate Jimin?

And why does JK always look so cocky when that happens? 🤔 Guess we'll never know 🤷🏽‍♀️

Satellite Jeon my favourite! Look at him be subtle!

Oh what's that? V showing Jimin his phone?

Oops, JK must know what Jimin is looking at. On time, like clockwork. Peekaboo!

This one i clicked on by accident but I'm not mad at it. For me, It's how deep Jimin's fingers are digging into an erogenous part of JK's body 😏

Sorry I'm late my dear. But hope this post finds you well 💚💚💚

In conclusion:

#bon voyage Jikook #jikook analysis #whipped jk #whipped jungkook #satellite jeon #ask shaz #bts ask #jikook is real #if jikook isn't real then neither I'm i #jikook #jimin and jungkook #kookmin #minkook #bts #jimin #jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #satellite jikook

[fuji-mango]

"Change will change you." -Nick ⁉️

Nick x Reader BSF (Male)

SYNOPSIS - Nick's been your best friend since you were kids, but for the past month, he's been ignoring you. He won't answer texts, won't return your calls. Life's been hell since he went MIA, so you decide to finally try and start pulling yourself together.

Note: My first story... be nice pls...

Word Count: 2351

WARNINGS: Burnout, Depression

Y/n’s POV

I remember when I thought that scraping my knee or falling off my bike was the most painful thing in the world, but I know now that I was very wrong. What hurts more than anything in the world, is feeling truly alone. Like you’ve been cast out to sea, and all you have is the whispers in the back of your head to stay sane.

All I can manage to do is lie in bed all day, wasting away while the world around me carries on. The sound of rain outside pelting the window only adds to the hollowness that I’m feeling. Everything felt like it was falling apart, I was being ghosted by my closest friend, everyone else moved away to college early, and doing any small thing felt like the most exhausting task in the world. Not to mention that my parents were currently several states away for work.

And as I was contemplating my depressing thoughts, I felt a slight vibration from my phone that was somewhere under my comforter. I sat up and rummaged around my bed in the dark searching for my phone. Eventually I found it and unlocked it immediately, being blinded by the screen as I did so. I scrolled through my notifications and instead of finding a new message from Nick, I found that my health app was reminding me to drink water. I wasn’t going to.

I opened my messages and I immediately saw the words I dreaded seeing beside Nick’s contact. “Read”.

I’ve been left on read again... 63 messages in the past month, and Nick hasn’t replied to any of them. I don’t even know why I feel surprised, I knew what the outcome was even before I sent it.

Nick, do you wanna hangout on Friday? (2:37 Pm 7/23) Read

…

Hey, I haven’t heard from you in awhile, how are you? (3:13 Pm 7/30) Read

…

Nick, I’m worried about you, please msg me. (12:04 Am 8/12) Read

…

Did I do something wrong? (9:13 Am 8/18) Read

…

Can you just tell me why you won’t respond? (8:15 Pm Yesterday) Read

I laughed a bit as I scrolled through our messages again. I knew he was busy with his career, that it was important to him. I just never thought that I would be thrown away for it.

Nick was my best friend. We grew up together, we watched each other go from things like dinosaur phases to graduating highschool. It feels like a part of my life is missing without him, but I can’t let it get me down forever.

I know that it’s raining, but I could go outside. I need some fresh air.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Nick’s POV

It was raining outside when Y/n texted me, it feels like forever since I’ve seen him. Part of me feels guilty for not reaching out, but the other half feels like it would shatter if I saw him again. I walked outside towards the van joining my brothers, trying hard to ignore those lingering thoughts.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Y/n’s POV

I just let myself walk, taking random turns every now and then. The slight drizzle and breeze wasn’t horrible, but still annoying nonetheless. It just feels like everything distant… Like I’m watching everythings happen from an outside perspective. The dozens of cars driving by, people waiting at the bus stop, groups of friends walking around together… The world seems so alive, and yet I was just a bystander to everything that was going on.

It was exhausting. The mental strain, the emptiness that always followed… I was tired of it all. I just wanted to feel normal again, but how could I do that when a part of my life feels like it was ripped apart.

Eventually I ended up at one of my favourite places to hangout, at least I used to. I don’t even know when or how I got here. I thought that I was taking a random route, but maybe I subconsciously brought myself here. Kelly’s Diner, the place where Nick and I used to spend hours just talking to each other, laughing obnoxiously as the hours drifted by, up until they were closing.

I wanted to go inside, to try and find some happiness here again, but some part of me told me it wasn’t worth it. But I ignored that feeling and went inside anyway, being greeted by the pink and green detailed interior. It seemed foreign to me, despite all the times that I’ve been here. I walked up to the counter, sitting on the cushioned bar stools that were still as uncomfortable as I remembered. 

One of the workers made their way over to where I was sitting after dealing with a table around the corner. It was Spencer, a guy from school, but I mainly knew him from all the times that I came here with Nick. He always got annoyed whenever we got too loud and bothered everyone else in the diner.

“Haven’t seen you in awhile.” Spencer said, his usual tired face telling me all I needed to know.

“Long shift?” I asked him sarcastically.

“Yeah, works been a bitch lately, how bout you?”

“It’s been going.” I said, stretching my arms over my head. “Can I just get a chocolate ice cream frappe?”

“No fries or anything” Spencer clarified, to which I gave him a quick nod. “Alright, I’ll get that to you in a bit.” and with that he walked into the kitchen, coming out moments later to give food to the table he was at earlier.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Nick’s POV

Hanging out with Matt and Chris was always fun, but it was also a great distraction. I always hated when things were out of my control… hated how I felt insecure when I started to fall apart. Hated how all I could ever do was run away from the problem instead of facing them. And here I am, trying to suppress the sorrows by smiling and laughing with my brothers.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Y/n’s POV

After a couple minutes, Spencer finally made his way over to me, my drink in hand.

“One chocolate ice cream frappe for my favourite customer.” He said, setting down the drink in front of me.

“Thanks” is all I managed to let out.

“Let me know if you need anything else.” and with that, Spencer walked off to start wiping down some tables.

All I did was stare at the frappe for a bit, reminiscing on the past. When Nick and I came here, I’d always ordered the chocolate one, and he’d always get vanilla. It felt strange only seeing one of them on the counter, but I was starting to feel less bothered by it the longer I stared. When I finally did take a sip, a wave of warmth enveloped my body.

It tasted just how I remembered, maybe a bit better actually. And it was at that moment that I knew I was going to be okay. When life realigned for a second to let me catch my breath. I’d kept myself stuck in place, and now I was finally moving on my own again, no external force driving me forward. Just me, and I’m going to have to accept that fact.

The fact that Nick wouldn’t always be there anymore. I mean, I did miss him and all, he was my ride or die… and sometimes it felt like he was just around the corner. And as I thought about these stupid ideas, I heard his laugh. His obnoxiously perfect laugh.

He was here, Nick was actually here. It was the most relieving yet horrifying thing I’ve ever experienced. I set down a ten dollar tip on the counter and got up from my chair, slowly walking towards the source of the sound. My legs felt heavier with every step that got me closer, until I made it to the corner and finally I saw him. And there he was, smiling and laughing with Matt and Chris, a vanilla frappe in hand.

I pulled up my phone and started to text  Nick. One last attempt before I walk away from all of this.

I miss you. (6:27 Pm Today) Sent

And I watched as he picked up the phone, and set it down just as fast. Leaving those four letters on my screen once again. “Read”. And in that moment, I didn’t care anymore, how could I care anymore. I was so fucking tired of caring. Tired of spending all my time and energy on this. I stood up from my chair, making a loud squeaking from its legs scratching on the floor. All I could think about was getting out of here as fast as I could.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Nick’s POV

A loud sound from behind me took my attention away from the conversation that me and Chris were having, and I turned to see Y/n. He didn’t look like his usual self though. His hair was messily done, which wasn’t like him at all, and his clothes were slightly wet from the rain outside. He hates the rain.

By the time he was out the door, I found myself getting up abruptly and following after him. I heard Chris and Matt yelling something at me but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Y/n looked like he was in shambles, and it was because of me. Because of how selfish I’ve been.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Y/n’s POV

The rain was a lot worse than it was 20 minutes ago, going from a slight drizzle to a full on shower. I kept walking as fast as I could, trying to calm myself down. The tears on my face were blending in with the downpour. And I could hear Nick following behind me yelling my name.

“Y/N!” Nick yelled over the loud sound of rain, but I ignored it.

My walk sped up into a jog.

“Y/N!” He yelled again, but I still didn’t stop.

My jogging turned into running.

“Y/n just stop for a minute, please.” Nick pleaded, but I was being torn apart. Why now? Why after all this time? Nick didn’t bother to write a single text explaining anything and here he was running after me. He hates running.

I turned my head back to look at Nick but tripped over the uneven sidewalk. I managed to catch myself, scraping both my palms on the wet sidewalk, but it let Nick catch up to me.

“Are you okay?” Nick asked, catching his breath and offering me a hand to help me up.

“I’m fine Nick.” I slapped his hand away and got back up, trying to leave once again, but he grabbed onto my wrist before I could. “Nick let me go.” I said, trying to escape his grasp. The tears were falling harder now.

“Y/n…”

“I said let me go Nick!” I yanked my hand away from him, turning around and continuing on my way.

“Just let me explai-”

“Explain what?” I hissed out, stopping for a moment before turning around and finally facing him. “Explain how you fucking abandoned me?” He took a step back. “Explain how you ghosted me for a whole month?” He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, so I kept on going. “Cause I want you to explain it Nick, I want you to fucking explain how you could throw me away like I was a piece of fucking trash.” My voice broke on the last few words, and I felt horrible yelling that at him, but part of me felt justified about it, which made me feel even worse.

“Y/n…” Nick started, struggling to find the right words. “What I did… it wasn’t okay. And I don’t know that you’ll ever forgive me.” He paused for a second to compose himself. I couldn’t tell if he was crying, or if it was the rain. “And it was selfish of me to do that. Selfish of me to just ignore you and not tell you why.”

“Then why didn’t you?” I yelled out, the frustration that I’ve been holding inside lashing out.

“Because I like you.” Nick said, which left me speechless. “I’ve liked you for so long and I know that you’ll never like me back that way, and it was so fucking hard watching you be so happy with other people romantically. It was so hard waiting for myself to fall out of love with you because of how much I care about our friendship… but I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“Nick… I…” I didn’t know what to say… didn’t know what to do.

“You don’t have to say anything Y/n, it’s fine.” Nick said, looking down at the ground. He looked as miserable as me.

“Nick…” I took a step forward and hugged him. “I don’t think I could ever like you that way, but you’ve been one of the most important things throughout my life.” I stopped for a second, pulling him out of the hug and looking him face to face. “And if this is what you need to be happy, then it’s okay. I understand.” I took a deep breath in. “But I want you to know this. You’ve been one of the best things in my life, and you always will be.” and with that, turned around and walked away.

It’s taken a lot of time to accept this change, and at first, I really didn’t want to. Sure it still kinda hurt to think about, but as I looked down at my scraped palms, I knew I could get past this too. I looked back at Nick one last time to see Matt and Chris finally reunite with him, and for the first time in a long time, I smiled.

#sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x male reader #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets x reader

[ariesmusingz]

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ╱    MANIC DREAM PIXIE SENTENCE STARTERS ( created using lyrics from peach prc's manic dream pixie ep. feel free to adjust to fit your muse. )

"i know your favourite pair of jeans"

"i'll lay them out when you leave"

"i'll make you breakfast, coffee black"

"receipts told me that you like that"

"i was thinking spring, silver wedding rings"

"i've picked out all our baby names"

"i'm kind of obsessed"

"you're kinda famous"

"don't wanna be friends"

"you're not a phase"

"i know you don't know me yet"

"my obsession know you well"

"take me out backstage"

"i know all the names of every song you played"

"one day you'll write about us too"

"i can be your muse when we say i do"

"you might love me if you knew me"

"you're gonna love me soon enough"

"you're gonna love me"

"i'm your biggest fan"

"can we go outside for a walk?"

"they told me you guys were hitting it off"

"she kissed me in the bathroom"

"it's just for attention"

"i'm making her jealous"

"you guessed it"

"i'm not a good friend but she doesn't know that"

"she's gonna hate me but i want you so bad"

"kiss me"

"i'm not scared if she's gone"

"i'm done tryna play it fair"

"i don't care"

"touch me"

"i'm alone"

"i want you on your own"

"she might want you but i do too"

"baby i'm perfect for you"

"harley had a party you were at"

"you were in boots and a cowboy hat"

"jenna said you knew my music"

"now i can't betray her"

"i'm in your sweater"

"don't wanna upset her"

"i can do what she can do so much better"

"i know it's been a while since you've seen me"

"i heard you're doing well now with your comedy"

"i reminisce nostalgic bits of 90s hits"

"we listened, do you miss it?"

"have you thought of it since?"

"if you still think of me, i'd love to meet for coffee"

"if i could just see your face, i'd look into your eyes"

"i hate your jokes and don't think you're funny"

"i hope you choke, go broke, lose your money"

"know that you were the worst forty five seconds i had in my life"

"i hope your conscious haunts you at night"

"fuck you and goodbye"

"a couple therapists are now familiar"

"by the way, i caught up with your ex"

"we shared regrets and most of them were sex with you"

"i'd sit down at your table and scream if i was able"

"thanks to you, gentle hands still resemble demands"

"loving lips on my mouth feel like currency now"

"thanks to you i fear kind"

"now i can't spend the night"

"i bet we were a couple bugs just living in the mud, happily in love doing bug stuff"

"i think i met you in a store in 1944"

"i probably wrote you letters while you went off to the war"

"we could have been two birds"

"now wouldn't that be so absurd?

"maybe just lost lovers that keep getting rediscovered"

"i think i loved you before back when we were dinosaurs"

"i wanna stay in love in this life and the next one"

"i think we've already met somewhere on another planet"

"i wanna stay in love in this life and the next one"

"i loved you before"

"i loved you"

"maybe you loved me on a trip, two pirates on a ship"

"counting all our gold as the boat tipped"

"could we have been there drinking win in medieval times?"

"forever just lost lovers that keep getting rediscovered"

"if i'm the sun and you're the moon"

"if it's over soon we'll go back through"

"i try not to compare a teenage love cause i know that isn't fair"

"why can't i just shut up?"

"i'm always going on about you when i'm drunk"

"i see your name in every numberplate"

"i tried to erase your fave but you're there everyday"

"you're my favourite person"

"i have created a version that hurts less"

"I had to tell myself you're toxic"

"better off cause you're the problem"

"really, i just couldn't take it"

"being hated by my favourite person"

"i tried to fall but i can't cause they're not you"

"i hate that i'll never stop thinking that we're not still home growing up"

"i hear your tropes in all my stupid jokes"

"i'm starting to lose all hope of ever letting go"

"if the world was ending i know i'd be spending my last day pretending we were fine"

"when we both grow old with families of our own"

"i'll probably always go back in my mind"

"someone kissed my closing eyelinds"

"i made it mean more than it did"

"someone put a plate down a little too loud"

"now i still flinch whenever i hear the sound"

"as i'm getting older, i learned my mumma was just trying her best"

"not that i owe her forgiveness but i'm sorry to that girl in a dress"

"if you wanna wear pink, i'll wear it for you"

"if you wanna dance then i'll strap up my shoes"

"if you wanna sing then consider it sung"

"i'm sorry that you had to grown up this young"

"forget that love is earned cause it was always deserved"

"i know you had to work hard just to show them your worth"

"remember that a plate is nothing but a plate"

"even if it breaks, we can throw it away"

"i learned that i was only trying my best"

"i think i owe her a deep breath"

"she was the strongest little girl in a dress"

"you were the strongest little fighter who carried me here"

"i know that you're tired from surviving in fear"

"now i got us for the rest of our life"

#rpt #rph #rp sentence prompts #rp sentence starters #rp memes #rp sentence meme #content: mine #memes: mine #roleplay memes

[self-written-god]

T | 1426 | m/femnb? human/monster from under the bed | horror elements | single dad trope my beloved, kid shenanigans, domestic fluff, established relationship, how does it feel to hide from your kid that you're dating the monster from under his bed, Ed?

"There's something under my bed."

"Where? Between the dinosaur collection and the Lego boxes?"

The child, his very own precious offspring, glared at him. But his tiny fist was gripping a flashlight in a trembling grip.

"There's no place left for a monster there, little man." 

"What if it's like, a ghost and can pass through them?"

That means it could also pass through the mattress, but that's not something you tell your preschool kid.

"What's a ghost, Timothy?"

The boy frowned.

“A dead person?”

And while diverting it into a talk about death was tempting, he wanted his kid to actually sleep tonight.

“Why do you think a dead person would be under your bed?”

How a five-year-old could sigh with so much anger was beyond him, but the boy stomped towards the kitchen table, sitting on his favourite chair perpendicular to his dad. 

“I don’t know!” he admitted, slamming the flashlight, now off, onto the counter. “Maybe it’s lonely and wants me dead too. So he has a ghost friend?” he wondered, pouting and, yikes. Dad winced at the sound of his son talking so casually about being dead. About a ghost under his bed wanting to kill him. Which, he knew for a fact wasn’t possible. But instead of telling him that, he sighed and offered:

“Boys sleepover?”

The grin his son gave him was enough to settle the pain of postponing his plans again.

He closed off the tabs on his laptop, the spreadsheets and email drafts (preschool research was no joke) and hovered over the multitude of streaming apps he had installed.

“What do you feel like watching?”

The kid hummed in thought, tapping his chubby fingers against the table.

“Bugs Bunny?”

“Good choice,” he nodded appreciatively, opening the app he knew had The Looney Tunes. Was he using his kid to revisit the nostalgia of his childhood? Totally. 

He let Timothy arrange a bed for him on the floor while he made them some chamomile tea, plain for himself and with some honey for his kid. The set-up was familiar for them as the boy was still adjusting to having his own room - there was a folded mattress he used as a chair during the day and at night would often be used by his dad to sleep. The laptop stand was balanced on his bed and his dad’s head was resting just against his little thigh. They were sipping on their teas, with Timothy’s in a special straw bottle that would prevent any spillage in case he dozed off mid-seance. Dad learned it the hard way. 

And like each time, the boy was too preoccupied to see his dad’s hand slipping under his bed, between all the toys and Lego sets, palm up and waiting until the darkness entwined their fingers and squeezed gently. It liked Looney Tunes too.

*

“There’s a monster in the basement.”

I know.

“Well, it better start paying rent, then.”

“Dad!”

“What? You want a freeloader in our house, Timothy?”

“No, of course not,” he said, even though he had no idea who a freeloader was.

“We should write a contract too. In case of damages.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully.

“Damages?” The boy's eyes went wide.

“Yeah,” the dad nodded. “When someone rents a place like we did, they sign a lease promising to pay for any damages they might do to the place. Usually, they pay extra money to the owner with the first rent. The owner uses it to fix the things they break unless everything is okay, then they can have the money back,” he explained.

Timothy nodded, small forehead scrunched in his rendition of an adult face.

“Makes sense.”

He thought that was it and went back to working on dinner, but then Timothy spoke up again.

“Did you ever break something you had to pay for?”

Dad hummed in thought.

“Yeah, when I was in college, me and my roommate broke a shower stall. Like, the glass door? Had to take an extra job to pay for a replacement."

"How did you do that?"

He winced, remembering the mild concussion and the bruises.

"I slipped and slammed into it. The door fell out of its frame and broke in half."

"You didn't have a bathroom mat?"

Dad smiled, knowing his safety lessons were engraved in his son's head.

"No, I wasn't as smart as you are now."

His son puffed out his chest, happy with the praise.

And so, the basement monster went forgotten until after dinner, when Timothy laid a piece of paper and a pen in front of him.

"We should write the contract. For the basement monster," he clarified at his father's puzzled gaze. He quickly nodded.

“Yeah, that’s smart.”

“How do we start?” his son asks curiously, climbing into his lap and peering into the blank sheet. His dad hummed.

“Let’s see… Lease agreement, we need a heading, between Ed and Timothy Sandsmith,” he drawled as he wrote. “And the basement- I think ‘monster’ isn’t a nice word, you know?”

Timothy frowned.

“How so?”

“Well, if we describe a human as a monster, it means it’s a bad person. Maybe we should use a different word.”

He could see Timothy’s frown as he tried his hardest to come up with a way to address their monster in a friendly way.

“Neighbour?” he offered hesitantly.

“Basement neighbour,” Ed tried and nodded in approval. “That will work, yeah. So… The basement neighbour. In exchange for rent-free use of the basement, the basement neighbour agrees to cover the expenses of any damages they may cause. Is that enough?”

“I think so,” Timothy said, looking at the paper. “I’m not a lawyer.”

Ed chuckled.

“Well, let’s hope our neighbour isn’t one either. Now let’s sign it.” He put his signature on the corner and handed the pen to his son to scrawl his name underneath. Then he added a line on the other side of the document.

“Now I guess I just gotta get the monster’s signature.”

“Neighbour's!”

“Neighbour's, right. I’ll do that tomorrow, I don't wanna bother them so late. What do you say we read for a bit and go to bed?”

“Peter Pan?”

“Sure, why not.”

After Timothy dozed off, Ed grabbed the document they’d crafted and the pen next to it and walked down to the basement. The light flickered to life when it captured his movement. It was colder down there but not unpleasantly. There was a washing machine in one corner, shelves of preserves and wine from his parents in the other, and in the center an old couch and a coffee table sitting on a thick rug.

“Hi, baby,” Ed said into thin air. He put the paper and pen on the table. “Timothy was worried the monster in the basement would break his toys and made me write an agreement in case of damages. Would you be so kind and sign it?”

The document shuffled on the surface and he dropped onto the couch. The lights flickered and dimmed like a thick fog suddenly fell over them. The shadows around, thick and misty, caressed his wrist in question.

“I haven’t told him anything. I guess he just senses you,” he shrugged before collapsing deeper into the cushions. The lightbulb above the stairs shut off with a click after not sensing any movements for a while. The darkness settled heavier on his skin.

“Maybe I should, he’s a smart boy.”

A huff. A scratch of pen against paper.

Let him start school first.

Ed raised his hand, caressing the shape around him. He smiled at the creature he couldn’t see but could feel. “You’re so maternal,” he cooed with a happy sigh.

Shut up, the darkness scolded, slapping his arm. It felt like little pinpricks of cold.

“There’s only a week left. My boy is going to school. He’s growing up so fast,” he choked up with realization and his lover purred, caressing his skin with emotion.

All kids do.

“I know. Yeah,” he sighed, burying his face into them. 

You’re a great dad, they added. He smiled.

“Thank you.”

I say it how it is. Oh, by the way, you forgot to plug in your laptop.

“Shit, thanks. What would I do without you?”

Wither alone and untouched.

He barked out a surprised laugh that was quickly captured by the darkness. It coaxed him gently to lay down, pressing him into the cushions, into his favourite place to be - between the thrifted couch and the creature he found in his basement.

#monsterlovetober2023 #monster lover #monster romance #monsterfucker #fantasy romance #human/monster romance #monster kink #original story #spooktober

[morathicain]

So I needed a little warm-up and used my “What the plot”-cards for that and since it was so much fun and MORE than a “short” piece, I decided to post it here XD

prompts: "tell us about the time your guardian angel refused to protect you" and "execution, space-time-continuum, velociraptor" Warnings: implied violence&death by dinosaur, insane characters, supernatural characters

“No.”

“No what?”

I stared at my guardian angel as if they’d grown wings. Which should be something they had anyway, but not mine. No, mine had no wings but blue glowing horns and their arms crossed and a gaze so adamant, it felt final.

“No to this, to you, to this whole damn mission. Velociraptors? Seriously?”

Helplessly, I shrugged. As if the Velociraptors were the weird part of this story.

“But it’s your job.”

“No”, they shook their head to fast, their twenty-two eyes seemed to become one, reminding me of Sauron, “My job was to protect a normal person with a normal life. You were supposed to be mediocre, remember?”

Again, I shrugged but this time I had to grin: “That’s a pity then that I don’t remember being told to stay mediocre.”

“This is your own fault.”

“How?”, They could accuse me of much, but the situation they were supposed to get me out from for sure wasn’t my fault!

“Free will was a mistake”, they grumbled, dropped down onto the floor and stared at me, knowing very well they were stuck with me now. It was a rule after all that they couldn’t simply vanish and do whatever they wanted. We’d both learned that the hard way.

“Okay, listen”, I tried, shuffling a bit closer, ignoring their death glare with practised ease, “I couldn’t know the new machine would cause such a mess with the time and space continuum, okay?”

“But you built the machine!”

“I am a scientist after all, what was I supposed to do? Not build it?”

“Yes?”

“Nah!”, I shook my head and lifted my fist into the air, “It’s my honour of ...”

“Shut up”, they rolled their eyes and I wanted to know if they were allowed to even. This one seemed rather rude for an angelic creature.

“Are you actually a devil? A demon?”

Used to that question, they threw some of the dirty straw of the ground at me.

“I asked you to sit still for one damn week at least. Not even a month, not even a year. Just one damn week. And now what? I have to rescue you from an execution! With a velociraptor!”

Okay, to be fair I could see their point, but really, it wasn’t fair to blame it only on me.

“It was supposed to be the fifteenth century. How should I have known that they have tamed dinosaurs and use them to execute people?”

The deadpan look was one I was familiar with and the bright moonlight shining into my cell only heightened the round features.

“Listen”, they leaned forward and threw some more straw at me, “You claim yourself to be a scientist but does this look like the fifteenth century? What’s with all the filth? The murder and torture? Where’s all the culture and colours? You got it so wrong, I am not at all mad that they’re gonna kill you.”

“Is this personal?”, I asked but they looked away, pressing their knuckles until a satisfying crack was to be heard.

“Come on”, I grinned, “Those might be my last hours. Can’t you tell me why this has you so worked up?”

They squinted at me and then huffed: “It’s just on principle. I liked the century, okay? It’s my favourite.”

“With all the torture and wars?”

“I told you it wasn’t like that!”

We stared at each other for long moments, their pitch black eyes and rainbow coloured skin once more fascinating, especially with the enigmatic light.

“So, now what?”, I asked a bit later, “You’ll just stay and watch me get eaten?”

“Sure”, they shrugged.

“Okay”, I replied and leaned back against the cold stone wall of my cell. Maybe I should have worried more and maybe I should have panicked, but instead I felt calm and quiet, too used to last-second-rescues and insane situations. I appreciated the night as much as I could see through my small window, not even feeling the cold. The flimsy medieval farmer costume I’d gotten from a Halloween store for sure couldn’t be the reason for that. I wondered if my guardian angel was helping out by making me feel warm but I didn’t care enough to ask. Instead, I watched the way the clouds shifted slowly through the sky, covering the moon now and then, as if to hide it from our sight.

“They would have mistrusted you even if it was the actual fifteenth century and not some wild medieval filter horror fantasy”, they told me with their quiet, raspy voice which only seemed to echo in my head, “Your clothes look horrible and your green skin will forever be too obvious, but you know that at least.”

I stretched my arm out so it caught some light from the moon, the green almost greyish in this world. I had known. Of course, I had. I turned it around and opened my palm as if to catch each particle of colour I found. There was barely a difference between day and light here and I wondered if their sunrise and my execution would be here soon. The thought didn’t fill me with horror but with fascination. I giggled.

“You’re insane.”

I grinned: “You know you love me.”

“You’re a nuisance.”

“And I’ll forever come back to haunt you.”

They sighed dramatically: “I know. Sadly. But I’ll hide your equipment, I promise!”

“You can try!”

I’d only ever died once, despite their efforts to save me from getting between the lines but I already knew I’d always find a way back. And I was sure I’d find my equipment anywhere. I had a mission to continue after all.

Sudden voices outside and a low growl made us perk up and for a second I thought my guardian angel looked worried, maybe even thinking about rescuing me.

“Will you get into trouble?”

They shrugged: “A stern talking probably. But they don’t have anyone else to guard you.”

I laughed out loud, enjoying how the sound seemed to explode in this cold and silent space.

The guards coming into my cell looked at me with fear and confusion, unsure what to make of this strange creature who looked almost like them, a glitch in the matrix maybe. Five of them pointed their weapons at me, even though I would have followed them willingly, simply out of curiosity.

I turned to my Guardian Angel one last time, winking: “It’s always an honour to study Earth. It’s a pity I didn’t get to see much from this world this time.”

“Maybe”, they hissed, forced to follow me till the bitter end, “Don’t try to eat the pope next time.”

I snorted, remembering the taste I’d gotten and then I laughed and laughed and laughed, even when big teeth sank into my chest, ripping me apart, sinking the grey world into darkness.

 “Welcome on Earth, visitor”, a familiar voice said and I opened my eyes once more, staring at a world that looked as if it had been coloured by an especially happy five year old.

“This”, the disembodied light voice introduced a familiar, scowling figure in front of me, “is your Guardian Angel. They will accompany you during your time here and help you stay safe.”

“Hi”, I grinned, feeling a bit strange in my new skin, although it looked exactly like my old one, “Fancy seeing you here. How was it?”

They pulled a face: “Horrible. Your intestines were everywhere. At least my superiors stopped the scolding because I was still throwing up. No more dinosaurs please.”

I sat up properly, the fondness in my chest swelling thanks to their scowl: “I’ll try.”

As if put my feet down on the ground, sensing the soft, grassy texture for the first and thousandth time, a well known excitement took me over.

“But”, I couldn’t but grin and through their exasperated eye-roll I could see the hint of a mischievous smile, “I can’t promise.”

The End

#wtp prompts #morathicain writing #whatever this is #not edited #I simply had fun writing it #you're welcome to rb if you enjoy it #writing #what the plot

[miserirphmoved]

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐓. 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐘: 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄

Watch the full video here! Feel free to change pronouns as needed, please do not add to the list! xo

“i feel so confident that this it’s gonna stick”

“so it needs water...”

“are we supposed to guess?”

“we have a table”

“i didn’t assess the possibility of an anaconda”

“if i had known anaconda’s could open doors that would have been my first guess”

“what would you do?”

“i would jump on the table and million dollar baby it”

“how do you not know you have a boa constrictor in your house?”

“i wouldn’t have guessed that”

“we have to widen our guess range”

“we just saw an anaconda open a door”

“i think that an astronaut is going to land through the roof”

“the ceiling comes down?”

“i already know what happens”

“you’ve seen it?”

“but what is it fon-doing?”

“how about you fon-don’t?”

“is that what happens? he/she fon-doesn’t?”

“he/she has the option to fondue, so he/she fon-does”

“he/she bought the deluxe edition, it fon-does you”

“i’m gonna guess an explosion”

“i want an explosion...”

“... an astronaut explodes”

“he’s gonna say something like: it’s a... but not dinosaur”

“i’m gonna guess it’s a stupid pun”

“are you thinking of a pun?”

“i’m trying to!”

“coulda used a pun”

“a lot of things you coulda done, coulda had an astronaut on fire but y’know”

“someone’s gonna jump out of the car and run, but they’re naked and handcuffed”

“i’m gonna guess, and i might be a little off base here, that an astronaut comes down and he’s on fire”

“oh i left my car in drive and reverse!”

“i gotta catch my flight!”

“where’s gate b?”

“at this point you can’t stop”

“i’m bad a reading body language”

“lightning. tree.”

“or cow on roof?”

“or... astronaut?”

“... so he’s/she’s/they’re dead now...”

“what are you talking about right now?”

“i like you man but you’re crazy”

“i like his voice it’s my favourite thing about that”

“i already know...”

“that’s going to go everywhere”

“hey i gotta make some fries have you seen my jacket?”

“well we were confident and wrong”

“he threw water on top of the grease fire”

“i’m gonna stick my face in it to put it out!”

“it’s not working!”

“now i’m impressed”

“you have to go with something else now”

“i’ve beaten it... i’ve won”

“less of a comedian, more of a prophet”

“what’s next false prophet?”

“maybe an atomspherenaut but i wouldn’t say astronaut”

“where do you think this planet is dude?”

“oh rough landing dude”

“sorry about your garden dude”

“was that a shiv?”

“why does he need a shiv?”

“did he say three, one, two three?”

“i’m just gonna keep counting up i’m nervous”

“*high pitched screaming*”

“it’s standard procedure”

“here on earth dude, we have some pretty celestial beings of our own dude”

“one of our people dude”

“indeed i will look here”

“i’m gonna give you one piece of advice dude... no.”

“sit right down i’m gonna tell you a story... uh-uh”

“long story short dude...”

“allow me to elaborate”

“how long before we go dude?”

#series: brandon farris ft. cameron domasky #mine #roleplay memes #rp memes #lyric meme #sentence starter meme #quote prompt #sentence starter prompts #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #roleplay meme #rp meme

[unbury-the-gays]

Hi hello I come to you with....a shortened list for the ask meme but not really since all of these are meant to be about Kiyan and Adrien (so double of course :3)

So I noted down numbers 16 (kinda want to go strongest to second strongest memory since we already know about witcher trials and a bit about Adriens family...stuff-unless you wanna go more into that then please do feel free to go off!!), 17 (I know Kiyan draws but how is it in general? Does he only draw from reference? Can he just draw out whatever he wants to without having to see it irl? Etc in that specific meaning but I am also curious about that in general for both of them since that isn't something I really considered aside from maybe tactics during a fight?), 54 (both may be smart but also emotional so I am curious if one aspect is more at the forefront when making decisions aside from specific situations or if it's rather even and/or it's more a thing of 'whatever fits the moment') and 63 (I may have my own thoughts that came up reading that question when thinking about them considering all we have from your fic+Adriens letters in game but I am curious what you think)

...I'd also just like to throw the first couple questions to basically every character as in I am wondering if you have any details aside from a couple of physical traits you imagine for the rest of the characters or is it more a 'Here are the 3 important things about how they look and the rest can be filled in freely' (of course also feel free to add in any details about Kiyan and/or Adrien that we may not have seen via fic of art yet if there are any coming to mind~)

(also rip to the last two favourites questions bc A does ice cream even exist in this world and B do dinosaurs??? how could you even decide on that if the characers live in a world without them? Who knows-not me; this is not relevant to the ask meme at all really but I needed to let someone know what my brain decided to focus on for too long before deciding what to ask other than „I'll take everything for Kiyan and Adrien (as per usual) please~“

this also got way longer than intended anyway....oops?

Thanks for the wonderful ask, we had great fun brainstorming from these questions! Getting way longer than intended is apparently the running theme because when we typed up the notes from our brainstorming we ended up with six pages of thoughts. So, um, enjoy? Also Advena made art for the dinosaurs and ice cream! All of that under a readmore because like I said, six pages.

16. What is your OC’s strongest childhood memory? Why and how as that impacted them?

So it probably tells you something that our first thought about this was tragic. We tried to come up with some happy ones too though! 

Adrien:

Adrien’s strongest childhood memory is his mother’s death when he was six. While his mother was alive, she didn't allow the senior prince to be too harsh on Adrien, and probably Adrien's father himself was generally a gentler person thanks to her. After her death, everything got worse.

His strongest not-tragic childhood memory is also of his mother. His mother played an Ofieri instrument (we’re picturing a veena) and she would sing him Ofieri folk songs about their gods and heroes. He’s taken out and polished and retold to himself the memories of singing with her over and over until he's not entirely sure if he actually remembers them or just the story he tells himself. He has a collection of Ofieri instruments, the only one of which he ever actually plays is his mother’s veena. He still remembers one of the songs she sang with him, even though he had to look up the words as an adult to be able to sing the whole thing. 

Adrien’s relationship with his mother, and later with Gisbert’s mother, who taught him to fight with the saber and told him stories of his mother and her homeland, is foundational to the concept of himself and his culture that he’s constructed.

For reference, the folk song probably sounds something like this: https://youtu.be/deyk5b7ggcQ

And his mom would sing to him in the traditional style, like this, though Adrien never learned the technique: https://youtu.be/s5a3pthL_tU 

Kiyan:

So the combination of childhood memories and witcher training is… not great. Every formative childhood experience we thought of was basically a variation on “we shook a witcher and intergenerational trauma fell out.” We brainstormed a tragic scenario, which Gav then got inspired to write so you can read it here: Still Here

His memories of all the dead trainees are part of why he is very soft toward children. Also, he has a major case of survivor’s guilt. He asks himself why he is the one who survived when so many good trainees didn’t, and that is the reason why Kiyan doesn’t want to die. He, unlike his brothers, was given a chance to live. So on the one hand he wants to prove that he deserves it, that as a survivor he has a duty to keep going; and on the other hand, he lives for those who died then. He believes he owes them.

17. What is your OC’s imagination like?

Kiyan: 

Kiyan draws a lot, from reference for practical witcher purposes and from memory to preserve his memories (e.g. he draws his witcher brothers to help him remember them). He doesn’t really do abstract drawing or create things from his imagination when drawing, he’s very focused on references and capturing reality accurately. The witcher trainers noticed his talent for drawing and encouraged it, but only for practical applications. From childhood, his dreams and fantasies were nipped in the bud.

Kiyan reads lots of practical witchering tomes, but he hasn’t sought out fiction books. He’s too pragmatic and doesn’t allow himself to indulge in “frivolous” things when he needs to devote his attention to skills that will help him stay alive as a witcher. 

With music, Kiyan has a good ear and a good sense of rhythm. He can recreate melodies by ear and has an excellent memory. In his travels searching for his heritage, he has encountered many songs, and he remembers them because he’s trained his memory so much. He hasn’t ever taken the time to fully learn an instrument, and he doesn’t have much time or use for singing, so he doesn’t share them often, but he knows them. Some anthropologist would be absolutely thrilled to find him and transcribe all the songs and stories he’s picked up some day.

Kiyan’s relationship to his imagination changes some after his trauma because he uses his imagination to help him cope during his torture and then to process and recover, both on his own and with Adrien. He gets more comfortable with creative expression that doesn’t have a concrete practical benefit, and his art starts to have more abstract and imaginary elements.

Adrien:

Adrien loves to lie. He has a vivid imagination and uses it to come up with complex and believable stories. Often he lies just because it’s fun. When he was a child, his mother and then his nanny told him Ofieri legends, and they encouraged his imagination. He spent a lot of time as a young kid playing at being an Ofieri prince instead of a Redanian one. Even once he outgrew the childhood games, a lot of the way he puts on the persona of being Ofieri is based in imagination. He’s never been to Ofier, only speaks bits of the language, and he builds on his treasured and worn memories of his mother’s stories to create his sense of meaning and culture. 

Adrien reads a lot of adventure novels. He has an idea of what Kiyan’s witchering adventures must be like that is more informed by tropes than reality, and Kiyan finds it exasperating (and adorable, but he doesn’t admit to that part) when he has to correct some outlandish imagination of Adrien’s. Adrien’s fantasies took one look at Kiyan and latched on hard. He’s the perfect adventure hero, of course Adrien fell head over heels.

Adrien really likes art and music, something he got from both his parents. He loves that Kiyan is artistically talented. When Kiyan lets him, he loves to watch him draw, and when he eventually finds out that Kiyan can sing, he badgers him into doing it all the time. 

Adrien loves beautiful things, but he cannot create. He can’t draw well, and he isn’t musically gifted. He struggles with his mom’s veena, not helped by not having any proper lessons, and he desperately wants to be able to play like she did. His imagination allows him to appreciate beautiful things and feel their beauty deeply, but he lacks the talent to express it and create his own art. At least, he hasn't figured out how to do it yet, but writing a novel might work for him.

Bonus (for both of them):

One way that they end up using imagination in bed is roleplay. Adrien loves it, of course, is into it from the start and gets very into the role. Kiyan is skeptical, thinking he’s too practical for games like that, but after Ireneus, he finds it helpful to distance himself from reality. He has to reinvent himself in a lot of ways, and roleplay helps him find new paths to satisfaction after trauma cut off many of the things he once enjoyed.

TL;DR: Kiyan turns his imagination into practical and analytical use, suppressing the more creative part, though that changes a bit after his trauma. Adrien can be very creative and devoted to his fantasy, but he uses it mainly to lie and manipulate people. He loves to experience art and beauty, and Kiyan’s creativity is one of the things that draws Adrien to him.

54: Does your OC think with his/her head or heart?

At first it may seem that Kiyan thinks with his head and Adrien with his heart, and in most cases that's true, but!

Kiyan:

Kiyan is, firstly, a witcher from the cat school and, secondly, later, a person who has survived kidnapping, torture and demon possession. That's enough to break the toughest, so Kiyan has a lot of triggers. That makes thinking with his head not as easy as he would have liked.

His analytical thinking, planning, and commitment to control and order come from the way he was raised. Guxart, not wanting to have another crazy ward, placed great emphasis on following head, not heart. Kiyan also knew that the overabundance of emotions was what resulted in the death of many of his brothers, so he was motivated to stick to the imposed rules of control and logical, cold thinking.

How did he go about it in practice? Well if Kiyan only thought with his head he'd have left Adrien by now. 

Kiyan definitely gets hit hard by the fact that “witchers don’t have emotions” is fundamentally a lie. Witchers learn to suppress their emotions, but no one teaches them how to manage them when they finally explode. Kiyan likes to pretend he’s cold and calculating, but of course, his heart is strong and stubborn and has a strong influence on his decisions. He rationalizes and makes excuses to himself, but he does things by emotion all the time. Case in point, Adrien’s entire everything.

Like most witchers, Kiyan struggles to identify and process his emotions. Cat witchers are notorious for their volatile anger, and Kiyan struggles to act rationally and not vent his rage when he’s angry. When he’s sad or in pain or struggling with other emotions, he defaults to anger as the safest form of expression. When he’s afraid, he tries to rationalize his fear and create options that give him control. If he can’t, he suppresses it. Witchers aren’t allowed to be truly afraid. Suppressed emotions tend to come out in violently angry outbursts. 

When it comes to positive feelings, Kiyan tries not to show them, because he thinks of it as showing weakness. If you care about something, something that makes you happy and feel good, it can be taken away from you. It’s a vulnerability, and vulnerabilities get you killed. He tries to reduce all these feelings into something logical that he can analyze and act on rationally, and then his whole system has a big error, because you just can't do it that way. Especially when as a witcher, he has never been taught what these emotions actually are.

This is why Kiyan is perpetually "annoyed" at Adrien. That's a safe, easily processed emotion. Surely, all of this feeling is annoyance. He’s annoyed at Adrien because that’s the easiest outlet for all the confusing feelings Adrien makes him feel, and then he’s annoyed at himself for being so illogically caught up in all these emotions.

In order to be able to think effectively with your head, you must have things sorted with your heart. Kiyan doesn't have it sorted, so he aspires to think with his head, but ultimately his confused heart makes the decisions.

Adrien:

Adrien obviously thinks mostly with his heart. He succumbs very easily to impulses and desires without thinking about the consequences. He doesn't analyze what he's feeling, he just follows the first impulse, which often makes him make the wrong decisions. 

So when we were describing Adrien we realized we kind of gave him ADHD with the impulsivity, fixations (Kiyan), special interests (horses, Ofieri culture), and general intensity level. Add in the distorted emotional intelligence from difficult family relationships and the fact that as a nobleman he could indulge his whims and mood swings, and basically all of his coping mechanisms are negative. As we are fond of saying, Adrien needs to be hit with a “be a better person” mallet a lot. But there are reasons he’s like this. 

It’s not that Adrien can’t be logical. He’s a good businessman, and he’s good at planning and organizing things. He falls asleep in meetings, though. Not because he's trying to, but because his brain just shuts down. When he has a task that doesn’t involve him emotionally (or if it involves only positive emotions that make him feel good) and it is closed in a short time frame, Adrien can be really brilliant.

Adrien also likes to do things to spite others, even if it doesn't have any tangible benefits for him, or even can harm him. It doesn't count as long as it allows him to get under the skin of his enemies. It is because of his impulsiveness that Adrien may seem unwise, if not stupid, at times. 

Adrien has a high emotional intelligence and strong empathy, but he often uses it in cynical and cruel ways. Adrien knows when he is dealing with a false person who is trying to trick him, and he can likewise read good intentions or naivete. Unfortunately, he doesn't usually use this knowledge for good purposes. Adrien knows how to put pressure on people, knows how to provoke them, knows how to manipulate them. 

When it comes to purely strategic issues like combat, Adrien is able to use gained experience and predict the moves of the opponent, but unfortunately he is also prone to risk. When adrenaline begins to take control of him, Adrien has no hesitation to reach for the most risky solutions, just for the thrill. He’s an adrenaline junkie and it drives Kiyan crazy because he can’t protect him well if he’s going to take risks just for the sake of them.

Interestingly, his propensity to risk drops drastically when the lives of the people he cares about are at stake. This is an interesting contrast because with Kiyan it works completely the opposite - Kiyan usually sees red in such moments and will choose the most instinctive solution - like covering a loved one with his own body to protect them, while Adrien will engage maximum focus to get his loved ones out of a dangerous situation.

Bonus:

All this put together shows how Kiyan and Adrien complement each other and learn from each other. Thanks to Kiyan, Adrien learns patience, and Kiyan forces him to actually think before doing things. Adrien, in turn, helps Kiyan to open up, express his thoughts verbally, and talk about the emotions that torment him. Ultimately, we want to believe that it is possible for two broken people full of bad habits to teach each other how to become better.

63 How does your OC display love?

Adrien:

The whole fic is kind of a thesis on how fucked up Adrien's expression of love is, to be honest, but let’s break some of it down.

Adrien is generous. He likes to give, and he is ready to throw the whole world at the feet of his loved one. And you don’t even have to ask - he will do it on his own initiative. So gifts, presents and gifts again, and generally providing a loved one with all the comfort and safety.

Unfortunately, the gifts also come with possessiveness and a desire to own another person. Adrien can be intense and not take no as an answer. He’d never force anything physical, but attention and gifts, definitely. He's selfish, which is odd to say with all the gifts. But he's selfish as a self-defense mechanism. It's a trauma response, not innate. So the emotion is genuine, but the expression is a collection of red flags. Kiyan catches glimpses of genuine emotion and can't tear himself away, right up until Adrien goes all in on the possession and Kiyan finally hits NOPE (this is basically canon and I love that). He's so intense about everything. Everything is always at maximum for Adrien. The part he's missing is that he can't just make the person he's currently latched onto want him back.

In terms of non-romantic love, Adrien adopts. He sees outcasts and relates to them and gives them everything he can if they'll just stay and love him. He habitually adopts anyone who shows him loyalty and acceptance. You see his guard full of well paid former outlaws and you think he's buying loyalty, but it's more genuine than that. Once you care, you're family. He went very hard on the "my family was horrible so I will make my own." (Insert “he’s a little confused but he got the spirit” meme)

Kiyan:

Kiyan doesn't know how to express feelings, how to show someone that he loves them, because he doesn't fully understand these feelings. He doesn't know the right gestures and words. Also, expressing his feelings verbally is awkward and he feels that he is doing it wrong and that it is not good enough, so he tries to avoid doing it at all. He has to be backed into a corner to get a verbal expression of emotion out of him, and usually these are life and death situations.

He tries to approach love in a practical way like everything else. So he gives gifts too, but of a completely different kind. It’s not so much an expression of generosity or a romantic show of feelings, as providing a loved one with something that they need. Yes, this is a bit of a cat stereotype, dead things on the doorstep, but it’s not wise to make that joke with someone holding that many knives. It can also extend to generally doing things for the other person. No matter how angry or tired he is, he will not leave his loved one in need, and he will do absolutely anything to help and protect them. 

He's bad at expressing his emotions and would much prefer to demonstrate loyalty. Which would actually work great for Adrien, who desperately wants to be cared for, if Adrien could just trust him to do it on his own terms.

Kiyan expresses his feelings through touch without even realizing it. Kiyan likes to touch him not only for the sake of desire, but for intimacy. It's like "I don't know how to tell you this, I don't know how to show it, but I want to be close to you, I want to take care of you." And Kiyan instinctively expresses his love with the way he touches him. When they finally get their shit together they do so much cuddling. And Kiyan wants to run his hands through Adrien's hair so badly. (This comes out as annoyance at his hair for being so curly and soft and ugh because Kiyan is bad at emotions.)

Kiyan has this stupid reflex of shielding his loved ones with his body. Not because he wants to sacrifice himself but because he instinctively perceives Adrien as fragile (for witchers, any human is undoubtedly fragile) and he wants to protect him. If something happens to him, it will seriously threaten his life while Kiyan as a witcher has incomparably higher chances of survival. His wounds heal quickly, he's used to the pain, and he already has many scars, so another one won't make a difference.

Also if you hurt his loved ones, even minimally, he'll kill you. Brutally and painfully.

Bonus:

Do not damage one of the murder husbands; the other one will make you regret that decision extremely thoroughly. Adrien will destroy their life and do a Leverage gloat about it. Kiyan will kill or maim them messily and painfully.

Dinosaurs and ice cream

You're right that they don't work in canon, but they're fun to imagine anyway so have some art!

Dinosaurs: 

Adrien would choose the largest and strongest dinosaur, while Kiyan would probably like the ones that he could kill quickly and efficiently.

Ice cream:

Adrien's favorite ice cream is mint and Kiyan's is strawberry. And of course Adrien introduced Kiyan to ice cream. And Kiyan loves it. 

Oh, almost forgot, on the physical characteristics - we actually have slightly different ideas about how some of the characters look, ourselves, as we discovered when Advena drew Gisbert! So aside from "don't picture the POC as white," we prefer to leave a lot of detail to the reader's imagination.

Thanks so much for the ask, we had a great time playing with all these questions. Sorry for the absolutely ridiculous length of this, but I suppose you knew what you were getting into with us and these characters lol

#asks answered #kiyan x adrien #kiyan #adrien #headcanons #art

[changingplumbob]

Nishidake Household: Chapter 3, Part 4

The girls get a small makeover, tattoos included. Kaori has to find a way to tell Charlie how connected her family are to Mt Komorebi.

Trigger Warning: This part includes sim death from old age (still not the dog)

As the week carries on Sachiko takes time to relax and rewatch all her favourite shows. Kaori makes sure to spend time with her grandmother and shower Allie with affection if Charlie is at work. The faux meat continues to grow, and Charlie makes massaging it part of her workout.

Charlie received a text from Kayleigh asking when she would visit so instead Charlie invited her over and the two had a few games of chess.

Kayleigh: How is work going?

Charlie: Same old. I underestimated how much I have to know though

Kayleigh: What do you mean? You did your degree

Charlie: Coach is super invested in the idea of never stop learning

Kayleigh: Guess I'm lucky everyone I had to study is dead, only so much to learn from so many paintings

Charlie: After every workday they want me to study my opponents. Sometimes it just makes me feel like they think I'm failing

Kayleigh: If they thought you were failing they would fire you

Charlie: I guess

Kayeligh: Chin up, you won't be a rookie forever

Charlie: I might be

Kayleigh: If you are then you are, it will not be the end of the world

Charlie: Checkmate

Kayleigh: See, things are looking up already

Charlie: Curry again?

Kaori: I want to take the spice challenge seriously

Charlie: I checked the calendar and it's not on this week

Kaori: Wait, what? I thought it was every week

Charlie: Guess we hit a glitch

Kaori: Rats

Charlie: We can still work on our spice tolerance though babe

Kaori: *sighs*

Charlie: You know what I was thinking?

Kaori: Why isn't a lemon called a yellow?

Charlie: Yes, but also, I think it's time I get some tattoos

Kaori: I want one to

Charlie: I was thinking more than one

Kaori: I want a new hairstyle, I have had this one for forever

Charlie: Deal. Maybe it can help perk us up

Charlie puts on her swimwear to check out her new tattoos. Most are covered by her clothes for the snow but she knows they're there.

Kaori: *whistles*

Charlie: Let me grab my pjs

Kaori: I mean how long will you be wearing them anyway?

Charlie: It's freezing cold

Charlie: That said, there are some things we could do to warm up

Kaori: Have more curry?

Charlie: *laughs* you are too cute

Kaori: I know what you were thinking Char

Charlie: Any objections?

Kaori: I can't imagine ever objecting to you

Charlie: I'll just lock the door so Allie doesn't barge in

Charlie: Plans for today?

Kaori: There are some dust bunnies mocking me

Sachiko: Morning my dears. May I take Allie on a walk today?

Charlie: Of course

Kaori: You want company?

Sachiko: I don't think we can walk as a group sadly

Kaori and Charlie take care of house chores while Sachiko heads out.

Kaori's publicist called and asked for a cooking video so Kaori sets out to make some pho. Watching is the drone, recording away. Luckily Kaori doesn't chop her fingers or sneeze in the meal. After editing, adding transitions and effects Kaori posts the cooking video and gets a money bonus.

Keira invites herself over and before I know it Kaori has called her to eat the pho without me remembering if she has any spice tolerance. They and Charlie eat while Sachiko has another early night. Luckily it appears Keira has had spicy food before as there are no flames billowing, phew

Sachiko: This beach is nice

Olive: Thank you! I'm no architect but I try

Sachiko: Love the dinosaur

Olive: OMG I love dinosaurs too

ME: On task Olive

Olive: Right, um, do you know where we are

Sachiko: On the beach

Olive: It is a beach

Sachiko: Does it seem sparkly to you?

Olive: Yes, the watcher is obsessed with sparkly things

Sachiko: You say that like the watcher exists

Olive: Have you noticed we're sitting in full sunlight, you're in wool and you're not overheating?

Sachiko: That is strange

Olive: I have to tell you, you're on your way to the timeless save

Sachiko: It's real?

Olive: It is

Sachiko: I'm dead?

Olive: Yes

Sachiko: Finally

Olive: I am so sor- wait, what?

Sachiko: I have done all I wanted, I'm ready to see my daughter again

Olive: Oh yes! I love the excited ones

Sachiko: Is this whole save a beach

Olive: Oh this isn't the timeless save but I'll get you there

Sachiko: Thank you

Olive: Manners, love it

Sachiko: Emica?

Emica: Mum! You're finally here

Daiki: Good to see you Sachiko

Sachiko: I missed you so much

Emica: I'm so so sorry

Sachiko: What?

Emica: I didn't believe you, it got us killed, you had to look after Kaori, it should have been up to me and Daiki to do that

Sachiko: Don't worry

Daiki: I'm sorry I didn't listen

Sachiko: Come here. We'll have none of that. The past is the past. We cannot change it

Daiki: You did tell Kaori right

Sachiko: I may have left it too late

Emica: What's passed is past mum

Daiki: I can see they love each other, they'll get through it, hopefully much better than we did

Emica: She'll tell her soon

Daiki: You learn from the timeless save things always resolve themselves

Sachiko: You've been here the whole time?

Emica: Sort of, time doesn't work logically here, we're all young

Daiki: Now I know where my wife got her good looks from though

Sachiko: Flatterer

Daiki: Don't tell Shigeru I said that

Daiki: You learn from the timeless save that things always resolve themselves, one way or another

Sachiko: I suppose it's time to leave them to it

Emica: I'm so happy you're here

Sachiko: Not a bad place to spend forever

With that we leave Sachiko happy in the timeless save.

Excuse me Grimm but I need you to get the heck out of my house and don't you DARE think about taking Allie yet, she's still got days. It's 4am stop playing on the household laptop! I'm this close to throwing an infant tantrum at you!

After taking Sachiko's remains to the cemetery the couple take Allie to the dog park area in Willow Creek

Charlie: I remember bringing her here as a puppy

Kaori: Look, I have to tell you something

Charlie: That you love me? I love you to. I know these loses have been hard but-

Kaori: No. I mean-

Kaori: I do love you and loss is hard but it's something else

Charlie: I'm listening

Kaori: So in Mt Komorebi there's always been this running joke that my family are the guardians of the mountain since we've been in the area so long

Charlie: It's nice have roots like that

Kaori: I suppose

Kaori: But it's true

Charlie: You're some kind of mountain guardian?

Kaori: My family, our bloodline, we are

Charlie: That... is... awesome! Do you get any cool powers. Do I get any cool powers?

Kaori: Not exactly. It is our responsibility to care for the mountain though. Make sure the culture is preserved

Charlie: Neat

Kaori: But there's something else and I swear I didn't know when we got married

Charlie: Okay

Kaori: My family can't leave Mt Komorebi, at least, not for a long time

Charlie: I don't follow

Kaori: My mum signed a lease on a house in Windenburg. She and dad were going to move us there...

Kaori: On the way back, that's when they died

Charlie: But you flatted with me-

Kaori: My name was never on the lease, it was only temporary

Charlie: So you think if we leave Mt Komorebi we'll die?

Kaori: Not you, just me. Dad only died because he was with mum. But you can leave, go back to Sulani. The sun, the sand...

Charlie: I don't understand, do you want me to leave?

Kaori: I want you forever but if you stay with me, we'll be tied to Mt Komorebi. You can't have your retirement beach dream with me

Charlie: You're my dream. I don't care about sand and we still get the sun

Kaori: I wanted to give you an out, you didn't marry me thinking the snow was forever

Charlie: I married you to have, to hold, for this life and whatever comes next. Staying in the snow may not be our original plan but I don't ever want to make plans without you

Kaori: You mean it?

Charlie: I love you, I'm not going anywhere. Powers would have been cool though

Kaori: *laughs* agreed

Previous Part ... Next Part

#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #NishidakeHousehold #Rotation6 #KaoriNishidake #CharlieNishidake #KayleighFoster #R0604

[cravingimpossible]

Whirlwind

It was a whirlwind as you re-entered my life. I, being too spontaneous for my own good, had bought non-refundable tickets to Zürich to meet the Swiss man I had met in New York. I fell in love with a piece of him that was a part of your puzzle. Maybe the fingers outlining my face or the deep brown eyes and unkempt raven hair, allowed me to find solace within you, within him. For you both admired me the same. For your similarities were the only things i admired about him. He is kind. He is safe. He never hurt me like you did. Intentional or not, it stung. 

Radio silence from you for months. You didn't even wish me a Happy Birthday. I booked those non-refundable tickets to see a swiss man to let you go. My mothers credit card maxed out and payment plans for a life I cannot have. You message me two days after they were booked. Fight or Flight? The man I love come back after so long. You hold me so close and carefully. You feel like home. How can I get on that flight to see a man I don’t want. I want you. It was always you. But then again, how can I break a heart of a man who is willing to fly halfway across the world to see me? A man who has been nothing but kind and lovely. A man who I have unfairly promised the world to. How can I do that to be with you. You made me an option once. How do I know you won’t again?

I say all of this. My non-refundable flights are booked. I need to get on that flight. I can't confuse him. I need to see it through. But I need you more. Or maybe I need Switzerland. Maybe I need a lobotomy. Fuck. I can’t make up my mind. Im in a lose lose situation. Why come back now? I missed you hug me tightly. Kiss me gently like you do. Play the music from the 50s and tell me about your favourite films. I gaze into your eyes and see a white picket fence. I see a golden retriever named Ziggy. I see bookshelves, antique furniture and drinking tea in our sunroom when we are old and grey. I made up my mind, I need you. But i fear you’re going to leave. I fear I’ll have to break his heart worse than the way you broke mine. Although your bandaids on my wound are there, they are peeling ever so slightly.

I can’t afford Europe. I’m the stupidest person alive. But i can’t refund my ticket. Homelessness for 6 weeks? Even the cheapest accommodation is too expensive. The only way is to stay with him. I want to. He is so lovely. He is so kind. He adores me the way I adore you.He is art and the Met Museum. Dinosaurs and children climbing trees. He is sleepy mornings and sunshine breaking through the windows. He is Not you. But you are not him either. This is the worst decision I have ever had to make. Somehow death is a sane option. but i couldn't how stupid of me.

\

[sparkylurkdragon]

I posted 9,085 times in 2022

That's 4,216 more posts than 2021!

246 posts created (3%)

8,839 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@/taggthewanderer

@/antiqueanimals

@/dzamie

@/typhlonectes

@/vaspider

I tagged 9,085 of my posts in 2022

#queue - 3,949 posts

#oh dear - 1,841 posts

#wildlife - 1,318 posts

#pets - 588 posts

#cats - 487 posts

#yep - 446 posts

#dragons - 390 posts

#housecats - 374 posts

#sonic the hedgehog - 373 posts

#pokemon - 345 posts

Longest Tag: 110 characters

#there's a villain who can be foiled by playing someone's favourite song from what some quick googling tells me

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Oh this episode was so good!!

Feathered Velociraptor using WAIR and in general just being scrappy and delightful little ground-hawks!

Tyrannosaurus rex mating displays!

Deinocheirus in all its Fucking Bizarre Glory!

Quetzalcoatlus!!! Showing off mastery of air and land! That beautiful display of how we think pterosaurs took off!

I’m just beside myself grinning! This is what I want to see from dinosaur media! Dinosaurs and their contemporaries just being incredible, beautiful animals existing in their environment!

94 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

#4

Ah-ha, I see! We're at the part of the horror story where we're yelling at the protagonists!

281 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

#3

Miss Urist's reaction when I clicked my tongue at her and announced a friend of mine said hello.

308 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

#2

So here’s a comparison to maybe help newer fans understand why a lot of LJ-and-older fans are so defensive about drabbles being 100 words exactly.

It’s like haiku.

Drabbles are writing challenges. It’s a specific writing challenge to create a story or scene in 100 words exactly. Not 99, not 101.

It’s just like you can’t have a haiku in a 6-7-5-syllable format: it might well be a haiku-inspired piece of poetry, but it isn’t a haiku because it doesn’t Rise To The Challenge of the format, and you definitely couldn’t call Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven” a haiku just because it’s also a poem.

I mean, I guess you could? Language is malleable. But folks will look at you strangely and think you have perhaps missed the point.

5,175 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Here’s the thing about LGBT+ vs. Queer.

I’m ace, nonbinary, and demiromantic. With LGBT+ I’m included in the plus. And I’m happy to be included! Indeed, folks pointedly using LGBT without the plus makes my hackles raise.

But. I am sick of being in the fucking plus sign like an afterthought.

And no, adding more to the alphabet soup doesn’t help that feeling. There’s a limit to what human brains can cram in. I don’t think it’s reasonable to make folks say an increasingly long acronym every time they mention the community. I appreciate the effort, but you’re always going to either leave someone out or cram them into the miscellaneous field the plus sign represents.

With Queer I’m just there, alongside my queer siblings. The details may be different, but I’m just as queer as a cis allo gay man or a trans allo straight woman or a genderfuck individual.

We already tried to meet folks who don’t like queer as a word halfway with MOGAI. Marginalized Orientations, Gender Alignment, and Intersex. It’s inclusive without using the Dreaded Q-Word. Surely, if the objection was to “queer” as a Terribly Traumatizing Word (just like, oh, every other word used for us: “gay” was the slur of choice where I was growing up), MOGAI would be the perfect solution, yes?

And yet, that was thrown back into our faces and turned into an insult. So, at that point, I said fuck it and fuck you. I’m queer, and if its inclusivity makes you mad, good.

23,554 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #original posts #long posts #happy new years

[skvatnavle]

Ya Rouhi

Stephen Grant x reader

Warnings: None. Just some cute moments. Fluff.

Notes: I've given the reader a last name and glasses, but other than that, there's no description. And there's some egyptology thrown in there. With Moon Knight out, I can finally use my secret superpower, which is my love for Ancient Egypt and its mythology.

Thanks to @fictionalnerdery for looking this over and telling me if I was on the right track and @yespolkadotkitty for beta reading ❤

I have plans for a part 2. Oh, and the title is Arabic and means "you are my soul", equal to soulmate 😄💜

“Good morning!”

Steven looks up, only to be met by the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen. He raises his hand, as he mumbles a soft “hey”, but you’re already gone.

His gaze follows you as you enter the newest part of the Egyptian exhibit. As the hours go by, he watches the way you move around the sculptures and artefacts, captivated by it all. And quite frankly, he is captivated by you. By the way you bite the end of your pencil. How you often push your glasses gently back into place. How your hair shines in the small beams of sunlight coming through the windows.

Around lunch time, as Steven makes his way to the break room, he sees you near a statue of Anubis. Against his better judgement, he comes over. He knows Donna has told him to leave patrons of the museum alone, but maybe… you’re different. When you see him, you offer him a soft smile.

“Hello again.”

“Did you know that Anubis wasn’t only the God of Death and mummification, but he was also the one who-”

“Escorted the dead on their journey to the afterlife? Yeah, I know.”

You bite your lip playfully, when you see the surprised expression on his face.

“But that was an easy one. Anubis is my favourite.”

“Mine is Khonshu. God of the moon, watching over those who travel at night,” he looks at you briefly, before he continues talking. You listen intently, a soft smile on your lips. He’s passionate and clearly knows a lot. Why he is stuck in the giftshop is a mystery to you.

You keep talking through his entire break. The more he talks, the more confident he seems, more relaxed in your company. It’s really refreshing meeting someone who wants to talk about Egypt and its mythology. Your friends usually cut you off, like you’re Ross Geller talking about dinosaurs. But not Steven. He listens. Sometimes you even see his eyes wide with wonder, maybe surprised to meet someone as passionate as himself.

“Ihy,” you interrupt softly.

“What?”

“Ihy. He’s also the offspring of Horus, but people often forget.”

Steven smiles wide, almost like he can’t believe this. But just as he is about to speak, he gets interrupted by Donna.

“Stevie, stop bothering Dr. Hanson, yeah? She’s got better things to do than listening to you rambling.”

God, you already hated that woman. Talked to her twice, but that was already two times too much.

“Actually, I find Steven quite interesting,” you say, raising a brow at her, crossing your arms.

You both look over at Steven. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights, shock painted over his face.

“You-you’re a doctor?”

“Of course, you idiot. She’s the new head of the Department of Ancient Egypt and Sudan. Stop bothering her.” she spits out, before walking away.

You look after her, wondering how one person could possibly be so horrible. Maybe the first thing on your to do list would be to find a replacement for her. When you look back towards Steven, he is already gone.

“It’s just my luck, you see? First woman ever who wanted to talk to me and she’s my new boss. But she is interested in Ancient Egypt and actually wanted to talk to me.” He smiles softly, taking a bite and chewing happily.

When he swallows, he looks back at his companion. “We have stuff in common. And that’s important, innit?” Steven takes a bite of his sandwich, looking at the man beside him. A human statue.

He puts his sandwich down, suddenly overwhelmed by sadness. He really is pathetic, isn’t he? Sitting here, talking to someone who can’t even answer him. Talking about you, when you probably didn’t even give him a second thought. Why would you?

“I know I shouldn’t think about her, but her smile is so beautiful,” he sighs, the image of your radiant smile playing in his mind.

“Steven?”

He freezes when he hears your voice. No… No, no, no. He says a silent prayer you didn’t hear what he said, as he turns around to face you.

“Are you talking to a statue?”

“Yes. No, I… He just acts like a statue,” Steven smiles apologetically, but luckily you just smile and come closer. His heart is racing, worried about what you’re gonna say.

“Can I ask you something?” you ask softly, as you sit down beside him. He looks into your eyes, nodding gently.

“Since you know so much, why aren’t you a tour guide?”

“I’m not good with people. Too shy. Besides, Donna said she’d never make me one, so…” he shrugs, looking down at his hands. He’s embarrassed, but might as well tell you now. You’re gonna find out soon enough how odd he is.

“Well, if you ever want to become a tour guide, let me know okay? I think you’d be great.”

Did he hear you right? Did you actually believe he would be good? For the first time ever, someone believes in him. Steven looks away, overwhelmed, so used to not being good enough for anyone.

As if you sense his distress, you gently place your hand on his thigh. For a second he forgets to breathe. You’re… You’re touching him. He looks at your hand, before he moves his gaze up your body until he finds your beautiful eyes. He could swear his heart stopped beating.

You find him quite endearing. How Donna and the others could treat him like this, you honestly didn’t know.

Behind the insecurity and probably years of being let down, you see a kind and sweet man. Someone desperate for love and for a place to fit in. You wonder what he could accomplish if he just believed in himself more. A thought crosses your mind.

“Steven, how would you feel like helping me with the new exhibit?”

The look he gives you is a mixture of shock and joy. Like it’s the exact words he’s been waiting to hear, but still can’t believe them.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’d love it if you helped me. Honestly.”

You don’t think you’d ever seen anyone smile that wide before. After he agrees hesitantly, almost as if he still doesn’t believe it, you give his thigh a gentle squeeze before you head home.

Steven is looking into his bathroom mirror, sighing. The dark circles under his eyes are evident and he feels like he hasn't slept at all. And he knows why, still doesn’t make it easier though.

“I can’t… I’ll screw this up, like everything else. Can’t you go?”

HIs reflection shakes its head, smiling.

“Nah, Steven. You can do this,” Marc answers confidently.

Steven nods, not at all confident about spending the entire day with you. Yesterday was effortless, spontaneous. How could he be charming on cue?

He changes his shirt for the third time. Looking into the mirror, he sighs, clearly hating what he sees. Marc rolls his eyes at him, sighing heavily.

“Just go. You’re gonna be late!”

“What do you think, Gus?” He turns to the goldfish. Embarrassed that he actually expected an answer, he puts his bag over his shoulder, before grabbing his thermos. He could do this.

The day flies by and honestly, it’s the best day he’s ever had. You listen and actually take his suggestions. At times, he’s embarrassed about his passion, almost giving you a lecture, even though you’re the one with the doctorate.

But all you ever do is smile. Smile when he tells you exactly how the posters should fit all the 9 Gods. How the souvenirs in the gift shop should be replaced. Even when he rambles on for an hour about why no one should ever read the Ennead Manhwa comics.

He often makes you laugh and every time it’s like the sweetest music to his ears. He still can’t believe he’s the one making you laugh, but by all the Gods they’re surrounded by, he wishes he can keep you laughing like that forever.

When the day is over, he wishes he could just ask you out. But he doesn’t have Marc's confidence and…

You’re his boss. It wouldn’t be proper.

“Steven?”

He looks up into your eyes, still amazed how anyone can have such beautiful eyes. He could stare into them forever, if you’d let him. He’s already picturing you waking up beside him, smiling as the morning sun hits your face. But he shakes the thought away. Never gonna happen. He’s a loser, and an idiot. Even Khonshu thinks so.

“Yeah?” he says, barely above a whisper.

“I’ve had a great time with you today. I…” you start softly, biting your lip. “I know it’s kinda wrong, since I’m your boss, but… You wanna have dinner tomorrow?”

He doesn’t answer. Steven just stares at you, waiting for you to laugh. This must clearly be a joke. He can’t possibly be this lucky, can he?

“I’d love to.”

You break out in a smile, looking excited. When you go in for a hug, he barely manages to hug you back, completely surprised.

“See you tomorrow then,” you promise him, as you turn to walk away. Steven smiles to himself, before raising his hand and waving in your direction.

“Laters.”

You turn, a huge smile on your face. You can’t believe how lucky you are. Sure, he might need time to get out of his shell, but you have no doubt that it’ll all be worth it.

“Laters!” you yell in return, before heading home, your stomach full of butterflies.

Thank you for reading <3

@lucy-sky @yespolkadotkitty @fictionalnerdery @loverhymeswith @noodlecupcakes @songsformonkeys @charnelhouse @a-reader-and-a-writer @buckypascal @h0rny-for-egyptians @221bshrlocked

#Steven grant x reader #steven grant fanfiction #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight #steven grant #steven grant x you #oscar isaac

[korasonata]

I think this is just what my blog is now. Model streams have taken over. Sorry, not sorry. Favourite moments of Joe and Cleo paper model streams part 5! (Featuring a heavily sleep deprived Joe)

—

Cleo (talking to her cat): Ok. You have had attention. Are you— are you going to go? *pausing* This is the sort of thing I ask Joe. Umm… *laughing*

Joe: Constantly!

Cleo: *laughing* You’ve had your attention, can you go now?

Joe: Can you just not be here. *both laughing*

—

Cleo: Yeah, I have to start gluing things to other things. Badly. And, uh, realizing where I’ve messed up. Which is EVERYWHERE!

Joe: Uh oh.

Cleo (totally not fine): Its fine. It’s fine. I’m fin— how are you Joe?

—

Joe: It makes about as much sense as anything else I do? So…

Cleo: I mean yeah. I mean, I wasn’t gonna say it cause I’m not rude. But, you know.

*both laughing*

Joe: Now you’re just lying to me!

Cleo: *laughing* WOW!! Joe!! My heart is just hurting! Now.

Joe: Mhm.

Cleo: You can tell can’t you, I’m deeply— intensely wounded by that statement that you just made.

—

Joe: I was gonna say, we’re gonna have to call whatever the British version of an ambulance is.

Cleo: Um, I think— and I could be wrong here, the British equivalent of an ambulance is…an ambulance.

Joe: oh, ok that’s really good to know. Cause like, not that I’m planning on getting injured while I’m over there, but like—

Cleo: I mean, if you carry on talking that way you might.

Joe: I mean if I meet you, then there’s a chance that somethings gonna get shoved in my eye or something.

Cleo: Somethings gonna get taken off.

—

Joe: I mean, they say it’s the shotty carpenter that blames his poor tools, but I mean look at this.

—

Cleo (about her bisexual tags on twitch): Hold on, hold on, I need to explain what “visibility” means to bisexuals. Bisexuals are often— um, hidden in the community. They are often, um, not treated as either part of the gay community and the straight community doesn’t really appreciate them either. So, having visibility for bisexuals is very important. As it is for any other place. Also having those tags on your stream show that you are a safe place for those people to go. So, you know, actually labeling those things is important because it shows people that they are not alone. And not being alone? Really important. (To Joe) Sorry, am getting frustrated.

Joe: As somebody who’s been alone for the last year and a half with this stupid isolation, uh, yeah.

Cleo: Yeah! Being alone and not feeling alone is really important.

Joe: If you need to be explained at this point in the pandemic why feeling alone is not good, like I don’t know what to say.

—

Cleo (reading chat): What’s my favourite minecraft mob? Do people have favourite minecraft mobs?

Joe (very tired): Just say whichever mod’s here. Who’s got a sword *scrolling through Cleo’s chat* umm… yeah it’s AnnaBomBanana. Is everyone’s favourite minecraft mod.

Cleo: …moB.

Joe: …MOB! OH!

Cleo: *continuous laughing*

—

Joe: This is gonna go off of the rails further and further. There’s no— there’s no rails anymore! It’s just, somebody has scrawled “here there be dragons” on the ground.

Cleo: I mean, isn’t that pretty much how you live your life anyway?

Joe (high pitched squealing): It kind of is. *laughing continues*

Cleo: You know. Here there be dragons— Sometimes it’s not dragons. Sometimes you might be lucky.

—

Joe: So, like, one thing you can do is after this project you can build tiny dollhouses. And create like a bedroom for each of your tools. And so the knife can just be in the knife room. In the dollhouse. And it can have a knife day.

SILENCE

Cleo: Umm…I’m gonna pretend like what you said made sense.

—

Cleo: I could have said something really nasty then, but I’m not going to. See? I’m growing as a person Joe.

—

Joe: You know what? Hold on, we’re gonna— we’re gonna— at the point where NJ is concerned about my caffeine intake, I’m gonna go get a red bull and I’m gonna take my headphones off before anybody can tell me otherwise, byeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Be right back!!!! *leaves*

Cleo (calling after him): Well done Joe! I believe in you! *narrating* She did not in fact believe in Joe, and was very concerned.

—

Cleo: I know when there’s a bad idea. It’s when Joe has made it. Joe has suggested it, that’s— that’s when you know it’s bad.

—

Joe: I know that there are ways to have computers automatically send invites, but that’s a good way, like, I know there’s a saying like, to error is human, but to screw up like a hundred thousand things all at once—

Cleo: That’s the Joe Hills Difference.

—

Cleo: Ugh, I feel like poop today.

Joe (genuine): I’m sorry.

Cleo (tiredly): No, that’s ok…(groggy) I’ll torment you…later…it’ll make me feel better…

Joe (equally as tired): Yay!

—

Joe (about Cleo and Xisuma): But Cleo, you’re the responsible adult in this scenario, so yeah you probably should have some answers.

Cleo: X is almost as old as I am.

SILENCE

Joe: …it’s a maturity gap?

Cleo: *laughing* Is that why I’m here with you?

Joe: …no.

Cleo: *laughing*

Joe: I say very confidently.

—

Joe (teacher voice): Quantum mechanics is a fundamental theory in physics that provides a description of the physical properties of nature at the scale of atoms and subatomic particles—

Cleo: *flipping him off*

Joe (blissfully unaware): Now classical physics! The collection of theories that existed before the advent of quantum mechanics—

Cleo: *trying to ignore him*

Joe (carrying on): Quantum mechanics differs from classical physics in that energy, momentum, angular momentum, and other quantities of a bound system are restricted to discreet values—

Cleo: *fingers drumming impatiently*

Joe (still going): Now! Quantum mechanics arose gradually from theories to explain observations which could not be reconciled with classical physics—

Cleo: *physically going through all 5 stages of grief*

Joe: (insert continuously long string of rambling science here)

Cleo: *mutes Joe*

—

Cleo (responding to her partner in chat): You have the movie poster for Dora the Explorer? Cam, I’m suddenly questioning our relationship now.

Joe: Uh oh.

Cleo: *laughing*

Joe: Yeah, I knew I was gonna get blamed for that eventually.

—

Cleo (frustrated): I’m gonna kill someone. And since the person who made and designed this castle isn’t here…(trailing off) Hi Joe.

Joe (accepted his fate): Hello.

—

Joe: Have you ever officiated a wedding?

Cleo: No I haven’t. Why, do you want me to?

—

Joe: Oh! Oh! I found my cross stitch the other day!

Cleo: Oh cool!

Joe: *rummaging in the background* Yeah, so, I don’t know if you’ve seen this before—

Cleo (excitedly): ShowMeShowMeShowMeShowMe!!!

—

Joe (reading chat): Am I excited for Minecraft Live? Umm…

SILENCE

Joe: You know, so much of life is minecraft, but you know, maybe this is just a step too far. You know? Um, I think Mojang asked if they could and never stopped to ask if they should. Um, you know, I think their decision in particular to clone dinosaurs at the event as part of their Jurrassic Park, uh, map thing that they put out— which, also, it’s not even like the Jurrassic Park movies are really for kids, but here’s— here’s Minecraft with Jurrassic Park in it, and also we’re gonna clone a bunch of dinosaurs for this livestream, it’s like *groaning*. I dunno. I’m dubious. I think it’s gonna backfire. Ya know, there’s like 4 cautionary films about why you don’t clone dinosaurs. And they’re just jumping in feet first. So…but, you know, I’d like to be wrong about this. Maybe it’ll go great.

Cleo: …are you having a moment Joe?

—

Cleo (reading chat): “when the arts and crafts streams become Cleo with a scream mask” I am not X. I am not X, I promise you I’m not X. I just don’t have a face.

Joe: Heh

Cleo: And if I was— hang on I’ll be back in a second.

Joe: …wait, did you just realize that you do have a scream mask?

Cleo: No, I have a better mask. *leaves*

SILENCE

Joe: *watching Cleo’s stream intensely*

—

Cleo: Are we seriously doing guillotine jokes right now? I’m not saying I disapprove, but

Joe: yeah, we say “Giatine”

Cleo: That’s ok, you can be wrong.

Joe: …It’s a french word.

Cleo: And? You’re allowed to be wrong.

Joe: …*deep sigh*

—

Joe: It’s funny too. Because people will tell me that I don’t seem like a very— like, mostly my coworkers. Like, would tell me that I didn’t seem like a particularly emotional person.

Cleo: *bursts out laughing*

—

Joe: Yeah, I feel like I didn’t make a lot of…visible progress today…but…it’s fine…

Cleo: I made progress for both of us Joe.

Joe (tiredly): Thank you Cleo… (resting head against the ring light)

SILENCE

Cleo (tenderly): …You’re welcome.

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #zombiecleo #zombie cleo #joehills #joe hills

[firefly-in-darkness]

A Christmas Wish

Pairing → Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Characters → Captain Syverson

Summary → This is YOUR side of the story, what's going on with you and how you're feeling about spending so much time with your ex-boyfriend.

Word Count → 1k+

Warnings → Fluff. Pining.

Betas → @littlefreya & @princessmisery666 - thank you both as always // all mistakes are my own.

Prompts → Christmas Songs for @winter2112rose Christmas Event.

A/N → I used Santa Tell Me by Arianna Grande and All I Want For Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey to influence this part of their story. Hope you enjoy it! Oh and we get a little first name reveal...

A Captain’s Christmas // Firefly’s Masterlist

If a couple of weeks ago someone had told you that you would be hanging Christmas decorations in Sy’s lounge, well, you would have laughed in their face. You hadn’t seen your ex-boyfriend in a couple of years. Does the glimpse across the dive bar about 18 months ago count? Especially when you flew straight out of there, too drunk to handle that conversation.

But here you were, adding the finishing touches to the tree Sy had picked out earlier. You stood back and looked at what you’d created. Together. It was almost magical if it wasn’t for the dread you felt when there was only silence between you.

The reason it made you feel on edge was that it wasn’t a problem. You were comfortable, and content in Sy’s presence. He’d always had a calming aura, which juxtaposed the giant of a man. Those broad shoulders and sculpted chest, the rough beard and shaven head that was slowly growing longer and thicker, by the minute it seemed. His exterior might appear dangerous and menacing, but his charm and touch was anything but.

The dominating appearance was what had drawn you to him all those years ago, looking for a fling with a bad boy in this small town. Little did you know that you’d end up dating a gentleman for a couple of years. And even though it didn’t work out, and it was a decision you made together, you didn’t think you’d be able to handle seeing him again when he returned from his tour.

Time is a healer, that’s for sure. In any situation, whether you’re dealing with change, stress, heartache, or loss. You often looked back on your time together with fondness. Of course, when there was no one to blame for both broken hearts, you tend to only see the good side of your past relationships, but you remember the bad just as well. The distance, the loss of communication, the fear of losing him, and then everyday life becoming an obstacle in the way of the pursuit for love.

The moment you saw Sy in that supermarket, his brilliant blues sparkling with adoration, his smile quirked like it used to, even if it was almost hidden behind a bushier beard than you’d ever seen on him. Your heart had thumped in your chest, and you had never been more thrilled to see him, and you were completely uncertain why you had avoided him before. Then again, maybe he had been avoiding you just as much?

Regardless of whether he had been avoiding you, he’d jumped at your offer to meet up and for the last week or so, you’d been in each other’s pockets. The day you took him to the community centre to help bake with the kids was the best decision you’d made.

You watched Sy from afar, enamoured by his ability to lure in the children while you set up for the baking extravaganza. It was going to be chaotic and messy, but you were beyond excited to teach these kids some new tricks and have a little festive fun. You laughed at the questions you could hear them asking Sy - ‘what’s your favourite dinosaur?’ ‘Why do you have a beard but no hair?’ but he responded in good spirits and made them giggle.

“The kitchen is all set up, what’s next boss lady?” Jerry winked at you.

You internally shuddered and gestured to the tables stacked in the corner, “I think we just need to set up the tables to be the decorating stations but let’s not put those ingredients out until we’ve cleaned the kids up from the baking round.”

A resounding groan from across the room made you turn back to the crowd of children and an almost angry looking Sy striding towards you. Like a predator about to catch his prey, and you couldn’t help the way it turned you on. You chided yourself and turned back to Jerry only to have your thoughts completely vanish when Sy’s large hand found the small of your back.

“Need any help darlin’,” he’d whispered lowly.

You snapped out of the haze and introduced Sy and Jerry to one another, immediately catching onto the tension between the two men as they spoke and puffed out their chests. Unable to deal with the testosterone, you decided to escape by gathering the children ready to start the baking, leaving the men to compare sizes.

Later that evening, after cleaning up the mess and tidying up the community centre, Syverson offered you a ride back to your house. It wasn’t too far to walk but with the darker nights looming and the opportunity to spend even five more minutes was enough for you to accept. Especially with the way he marked his territory with Jerry, even if you weren’t all for the whole ‘claiming’ a partner but here you were, preening at his actions.

Syverson didn’t drive out of the parking lot, instead, he turned to you and cupped your face. Your heart thumped in your chest, and you held your breath awaiting his next move because if he was going to kiss you, you didn’t know what you were going to do. You sighed when his thumb swiped at the apple of your cheek with a simple explanation of icing powder.

No kissing was involved whatsoever, but for a moment, you wanted him to. You wiggled in your seat at the thought, attempting to shake the desire from your bones but you couldn’t get it out of your mind as you watched the streetlamps pass you by.

It didn’t leave your thoughts as you said your goodbye quickly and ran into your home, and later when you settled into bed for the night and attempted to sleep. You tried to think it through logically - What if he had kissed you, how would you have reacted? Kissed him back? That would haven’t been a sensible move. Rejected him? No, you could never do such a thing.

And it was as you were drifting to sleep that it almost made you fly out of the sheets. Your hand clutched to your chest as you breathed heavily at the stark realisation of your feelings.

You were in love with Alex Syverson and always had been.

Your skin shivered in delight at Syverson’s voice, “Thanks for all your help today darlin’. Don’t know what I’d have done without you.”

“Well, you wouldn’t have had a tree for starters.” You mocked him, an attempt to school yourself, to remain cool, calm, and collected in this situation.

Before you’d arrived, you’d sat in your car for ten minutes because of your eagerness to drop your non-existent plans to be in his company and now you weren’t even sure if your feelings stemmed from the festive period, of seeing him for the first time since the breakup.

But you couldn’t deny, if anyone asked, all you wanted for Christmas, and forever, was him.

CONTINUE HERE...

A Captain's Christmas Tag List

@sillyrabbit81 @eldarwen333 @little-brattyangel

Everything Tag List

@foxyjwls007 @impala1967dwinchester @justagirlinafandomworld @miraclesoflove @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @old-enough-to-know-better73 @queenoftheunderdark @supraveng @thefridgeismybestie @valsworldofcreativity @wiccanmetallicrose @wonder-cole @rainbowkisses31 @little-diable

#Captain Syverson x reader #Captain Syverson fic #Captain Syverson x female reader #Syverson x reade #Syverson x female reader #Syverson fic

[nat-20s]

 Part 8 of the wonderful! Au: the boys answer some questions! Up to you to decide if they actually clarify anything!

(also on AO3)

~*~

Martin: Hey everyone! I know what some of you are thinking right now: it's not Tuesday, why is this episode in my feed? I know significantly more of you are thinking: I don't consistently keep up with podcast releases, how much free time do you think I have, buddy? To answer your queries: this is a bonus episode! We're answering listener questions to clear the air and/or have fun. Also, I don't know, around 20 to 40 minutes a week, as that is the average amount of time per episode? Maybe during your commute? My husband's omnipotence has been gone for five years, we just have to guess at that sort of thing now.

Jon: For legal reasons, that last statement was a joke. In fact, to cover all of our bases, we do not guarantee that any of our responses are genuine.

Martin: Just because we say we'll answer things doesn't mean we'll answer truthfully. Though, honestly, I think we might make it more enjoyable if we do tell the truth. Like, I don't necessarily have a fun lie prepared for our first question from konspiracyking97: "What's their fuckin deal anyway?"

Jon: Is this referring to the oblique references  we've made about being from a parallel reality and only ending up here as a consequence of ending one apocalypse and potentially starting another or the general premise of the show?

Martin: Oh, it's gotta be general premise, yeah?

Jon: In that case, I'm Jon, the other voice you're hearing is Martin, we're married, and we talk about things that are..nice? Good? Usually generally but occasionally rather specifically pleasant.

Martin: That pretty much covers it. It's not a complicated show. Uhh, next question comes from Shane: are either or both of you aliens? Nope!

Jon: Well..

Martin: No. We are 100% human people from Earth, we are under no definition extraterrestrial.

Jon: Eh..

Martin: Okay, first off, I know the tone of that 'eh' and "not fully human" is not synonymous with alien, so even if 100% is being a bit generous, we're still from the same planet as our listeners.

Jon:..

Jon: But. We sort of aren't though. Technically speaking.

Martin: No no no no no. I don't care if it's parallel, Earth is Earth is Earth, regardless of whatever nonsense metaphysics might be occurring.

Jon: So what you're saying is that if you got sucked through a portal and landed on an Earth where dinosaurs were still the predominant species, you wouldn't consider yourself to be an alien?

Martin: Nope!

Jon: I'm certain that they would consider you an alien. All of their mammals are probably shrew sized.

Martin: Sounds like a them problem.

Jon: Sounds like a-?! You know what, no, this will be an off the record debate, for now, I suppose I concede that the two Earths and our physiologies are similar enough that we might, maybe, not count as aliens.

Martin: Thank you. Anyway, our next question is from anonymous, and asks, "Is all of this an ARG?"

Jon: A whomst?

Martin: Alternate reality game. It's a method of storytelling that's interactive with audience, and usually has, I dunno, a certain suspension of disbelief to it where it pretends to be something actually happening in the real world until a dramatic reveal. A lot times it was used as a marketing gimmick, but others have done it just for fun. I can show you some examples after the show?

Jon: So it's in essence a more involved creepypasta?

Martin, delighted: Aw, babe, I'm never going to have a handle on what pop culture you are and aren't aware of, huh?

Jon: We were born within a year of each other, and I've told you that I was a deeply morbid teenager, you should probably be able to intuit some of things, love.

Martin: This coming from a man who has yet to see "It's a Wonderful Life", but has seen every film in the "Banjo Cannibals" franchise, including the Easter special. Jesus doesn't exist in the Banjo Cannibals universe, why does it have an Easter special?

Jon: The movies are rather shoddily translated from Russian, so I'm fairly certain the Easter component of that special was invented wholesale in the English version.

Martin: You say that like it answers more questions than it raises.

Jon: Yes, because it does. Oh, and to answer anonymous's question, no, this isn't an ARG. From my understanding of it, if it were, it'd be a poorly constructed one, as there's no real game element to any of this.

Martin: Hmm. Well, sometimes the game component is just trying to figure out what's going on with the story, or if there's any deeper content, and people are definitely doing that with this show.

Jon: That's not by design though. It's more a side effect of us having poor brain to mouth filters, I'd say.

Martin: Harsh, but fair. Oh, this next one is from Zac, no K, who asks, "Are you two actually even married?"

Jon, flat: We are, but it's under false names because this whole thing is an elaborate insurance scam.

Jon, incredulous: Yes, obviously, we're married. What did you hear in this podcast that would make you wonder otherwise, and how do we rectify it?

Martin: Clearly we need to up our quota for how "disgustingly in love" and "horrifically sappy" we are per episode. Which segues nicely into the next question from Gwen, "What's your favourite wonderful thing you've brought so far?" My answer: my husband. He's kind of my favourite in most things, you know?

Jon: Boooooo

Martin: Why, what's your favourite thing?

[Jon reluctantly sighs]

Jon, indulgent: being married.

Martin: A: serves you right for trying to pretend you're the less horrifically sappy and romantic one even though earlier today someone put a love note in the lunch they packed for me-

Jon:- Lies and slander! I have never, in my life, done that, even once.

Martin: Oh, sure, not even once. And you definitely don't reserve the lilac sticky notes specifically for my lunches because you know I like the colour. 

Jon: I..I don't.. you're rather ruining my image here.

[Martin snorts]

Martin: Can't have the audience think that you are, on occasion, an incredibly doting husband-

Jon: -A title I would argue we both share-

Martin: - which is obviously why, even with it being your favourite thing you've brought, being married to me is just a small wonder-

Jon, audibly rolling his eyes: As I already explained-

[A Pause}

Jon: Actually, you're right-

Martin: Wait-

Jon:- I really should have brought it as a larger wonder-

Martin: Wait-

Jon: though I should warn you, I think I'd have far too much material for just one little segment-

Martin: No no no no no-

Jon:- In fact, I think I might have too much material for just one little episode-

Martin: Joo-oon-

Jon: I might have to do a whole series! Where would I even start? I mean I could talk about how every day I get to watch the early morning sun highlight your curls when I get up first, or hear you quietly humming and shuffling around the kitchen when you do, or I could talk about how the lunch notes only started in the first place as retaliation to the notes you would leave on the mirror for me to find, or how every time I get to see you at ease in a way that you aren't with anyone else, it takes my breath away, or I could talk about how cute I find the lines between your eyebrows that you only get when you're thinking something petty, but you know it's petty so you don't want to say anything-

Martin: Okay, okay, Christ, I give !up I surrender, and will cease my teasing on this particular topic.

Jon, probably making the :3 face: You don't have to stop. I mean, I could also discuss how very, very attractive I find your voice when it takes on a teasi-mmph!

[There's a pleased hum, then a pause.]

[The audio quality is slightly changed, as if the recording has been stopped and then started later]

Martin, giddy: Uh, heh, anyway, Eric asked what the least favourite thing we've brought was, and because of Jon's attempt to embarrass me live-

Jon, overlapping: It's definitely not live-

Martin:- on air, I'm gonna say it's my husband.

[Jon scoffs]

Jon : If the past few minutes are any sort of indication, I'm going to go ahead and saying that you are lying.

Martin, sighing contentedly: Maybe a bit, but how was I supposed to resist when your indigance gives you that adorable little nose scrunch? In reality, my least favourite thing was probably, um, mini golf? Which, I still don't think is inherently bad, definitely superior to regular golf, but when it's the only thing a next door two year old wants to do with you, the charm begins to wear off a bit.

Jon: Wow. A rather scathing review of a toddler.

Martin: Not so much a scathing review of a toddler as it's a scathing review of minigolf's inability to keep its appeal after the third time in the same week.

Jon: Mmm, the sound effects rather quickly go from part of the atmosphere to part of the irritation, don't they?

Martin: So what's your least favorite thing we've covered here?

Jon: Oh, love, I'm not going to pretend to have nearly enough memory of what we've covered so far to have a least favorite.

Martin: Really? Nothing that you regret or rescind?

Jon: Well, regret, certainly. It was one of the weeks where you went first, and your second item was mutual aid funds, and what they can do for marginalized communities, and I had to follow it with fucking Slapchop.

Martin, poorly suppressing laughter: In your defence, Slapchop, or whatever offbrand we have, is pretty useful, especially when either your scar or my arthritis is acting up.

Jon: I'm still not convinced you didn't somehow see my notes for the recording and decided you get revenge for the first year that we knew each other.

Martin, no longer suppressing his laughter: Yep, you got me! This marriage wasn't an act of insurance fraud, but it was a near decade long con to humiliate you on a podcast that about twenty people listen to. I'll draft up the divorce papers immediately, and then we can finally go our separate ways. 

Jon: I'm glad you've at last admitted it. Such a weight off of my shoulders. Goodbye forever then.

Martin: Right.

Jon: Right.

[A beat.]

[There's a pfft from one of them, before both dissolve into giggles that lasts a good 30 seconds.]

Martin, slightly out of breath: I can't believe we're the kind of people that talk this much about speciality kitchen gadgets.

Jon: Sorry about that.

Martin: God, don't apologize. I'm, like, deliriously happy with our varying degrees of useful cooking ware filled life. If you had told 25 year old me that one day he'd be debating the merits of getting a tortilla press with his husband, he'd have wept, I tell you.

Jon: Funny, if you told 25 year old me the same thing, he would've said "You don't know the future,piss off" and then quietly have a bit of a panic at 3 am that night.

Martin: I bet you were insufferable in your mid-twenties.

Jon: First of all, who isn't, secondly, I was fresh out of Oxford, and third, I was insufferable in my late twenties, as you can attest to, and I'm insufferable now, as you can further attest to, so extrapolation would indicate that, yes, I was insufferable back then.

Martin: Probably a different kind of insufferable, though.

Jon: There are different kinds?

Martin: Of course! You used to be "prick boss" insufferable and now you're "smug in a way that I can't admit I find hot or it will go straight to your head" insufferable.

Jon, in the aforementioned smug tone: Oh, really?

Martin: See, see! Straight to your head.

Jon: Well straight is probably the wrong descriptor-

Martin: Oof, 4 out of 10 joke, babe.

Jon: That would be a far more convincing rating if you weren't grinning right now.

Martin: It's a genuine review, I'm just well known to be a sucker.

Jon: You and me both, darling.

Martin: Okay, if you're pulling out darling, you're clearly in too giddy of a mood to be focused on recording. Last question, from Jess, "You two mentioned meeting at work, but how did you actually end up together?" That's easy, Jon pulled me out of a hell dimension and then we went on the lam together to Scotland.

Jon: If that's not the way to tell a cute boy you like him, I don't know what is.

Martin: All right, that wraps up this bonus episode, and as the old saying goes, hiding from murderers in a cottage is more conducive to romance than suggesting you gouge out your eyes together.

Jon, cut off: Hey-!

#tma #jonmartin #jon sims #martin blackwood #post canon #wonderful! au #my fic

[extremelyblackandwhite]

innocence - 38

  PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: angst, smut (18+), oral (male receiving), handjob, slight innocence kink 

A/N: not me still not fully recovered from the “you wanna see what i can do with leverage” moment. oof, still gets me heated up. anyway, this smut was mostly inspired by my pinterest board showing me this and this which i feel would be something y/n would wear for bucky. enjoy xx 

NEXT CHAPTER

She didn’t know she was running, but she was. She ran off that room before he could catch up to her but through the middle of her thoughts she could hear him yell out for her and run after her. Maybe it was an adrenaline rush, the thought of getting severely hurt or any other thing but she had managed to outrun him, running into the main corridor where everyone was awaiting for the judge to announce the results. As Mr. Hawthorn screaming her name registered in her brain, she rushed to Bucky, taking him by surprise. Out of instinct he wrapped his arms around her, looking down to see her hiding her face in his chest. 

As Bucky started to wonder why she had suddenly appeared and even why she had left in the first place, Mr. Hawthorne made his way down the hall yelling out her name made it all the much clearer. Bucky held her slightly behind his back, hand tightly holding hers as the man made his way to them. Bucky held out his metal arm in front of him, stopping Hawthorne from getting any closer to her. 

     - Give me that phone, Y/N. Now. - he wasn’t yelling, his tone was constant as he starred both Bucky and Y/N down. She moved her phone behind her back, typing while maintaining eye contact with the agency director. - I said ...

      - Back off, man. - Bucky tried to remain calm, he knew having a major fight or even yelling at the man in front of him wouldn’t put him in a good spot. However, he’d be caught dead if he allowed that man to even dare to touch his wife.

      - C’mon, Y/N. You wanna play with leverage? At least step away from your guard dog and confront me or are you already too comfortable with being a housewife? 

      - You wanna see what I can do with leverage? - Bucky pushed him slightly backwards but Y/N stopped him before he could do anything else, squeezing his hand and handing out the man in front of the two of them her phone. Before Bucky could even complain about getting her phone back, Mr. Hawthorne left the two of them in a fast pace. - What the fuck was that? What did he do? Why did you give him your phone? 

      - Trust me, okay? - she cupped his face, leaning her forehead against his when she wasn’t even sure if what she did was going to work. Her eyes darted slightly across the hall, seeing Chuck with the lawyer but quickly returned to Bucky. - I love you. 

      - What’s wrong, princess?  Hm? What did he do to you?

      - I love you too would’ve been nice, Buck. - she teased.

      - You know I love you too that’s not the point. You’re trying to distract me. Don’t shut me out. 

      - I am not shutting you out, Bucky. Nothing happened, it’s fine ... he’s just ... upset at me. 

      - Why is he upset at you? 

      - I ...

      - Mr. Barnes. - the lawyer approached the two of them, interrupting her just  as she was about to start her sentence. - The judge has called everyone in, let’s go. 

      - Has the jury made a decision? - Y/N’s grip on Bucky’s hand tightened and she was almost frozen on the spot as he started to walk to back to the court room, but she didn’t move. 

      - Hey, it’s just us, princess. Just us. - Bucky smiled at her, kissing the top of her head but she could barely register things.

She couldn’t hear anything as the two of them walked to the court room’s door where they were separated again with Sharon, Steve, Sam and Chuck accompanying her to the bench while Bucky took off with the lawyer. She sat down on the harsh, cold wood, her heart beating fast as she tried to read Chuck’s face yet she couldn’t. The jury and judge arrived, and suddenly everyone was on their feet, waiting for whatever decision the jury had taken; however, the jury looked confused, almost puzzled by the fact they were back into the court room. 

      - It has come to my attention that further evidence as been found. As such, bailiff, take the witness Mr. Hawthorne into custody where he will be charged for the harassment and stalking of Y/N Barnes as well as obscuring justice. In the matter of The People vs James Buchanan Barnes, this case is dismissed. Mr. Barnes, you are free to go. 

A few oh my gods erupted into the court room which went into complete frenzy as the bailiff took Mr. Hawthorne into custody who merely stared her down and shouted out in disbelief. She turned over to Chuck who took his phone off his pocket and played the exact same audio which she had played to Hawthorne just a few minutes ago.

     - I could kiss you. - she hugged her friend, a big smile on her face.

     - Please, don’t. I am still largely afraid of your husband, he would crush me like a soda can. Do you want me to die such a painful death? After I had to somehow understand your typo filled text with the worse recorded audio I have heard. Sincerely, Y/N, Bucky would’ve done a better job and he is what? As old as dinosaurs?

     - You’re the best. - she kissed her friends cheek before going over to Bucky who was being swarmed by both his friends that had come to congratulate him, his lawyer and some reporters.

She smiled at him, standing in the back of the crowd and catching his eye despite everyone surrounding him. Bucky couldn’t care less about those people surrounding him, congratulating him and even some complaining that he once again had avoided paying for his mistakes. All she cared was catching her eye in the middle of the crowd, as if a spotlight shone onto her. 

     - I hope you enjoy being being out of a job for 10 years. - Mrs. Olson said as she passed by to probably be with Hawthorne but Y/N didn’t say anything. 

She knew what was on the line but she would throw it away for Bucky. If it came between Bucky being free or her career, she would always pick the first option. However, it didn’t sting any less.  Yet, this was not about her, not today. Today was Bucky’s day. The day where he got rid of the problem that she had brought upon the two of them and while it was now gone, it still occupied a tiny spot of her mind which screamed at her about her own guilt in this whole situation. The flashes were bright and she kept being pulled to the back as more journalists and reporters tried to get some time with the former Winter Soldier but he avoided them, breaking through the crowd to be with the only person he actually wanted to celebrate this with. 

    - What did you do, princess? - he wrapped his arms around her, turning to exit the court room and leave all this experience behind. - And don’t say it wasn’t you, the lawyer told me it was you.

    - He could be lying. 

    - You could’ve gotten hurt. Why didn’t you tell me? 

    - It was just a guess ... I didn’t want to raise your hopes over a guess. I’m sorry. - she leaned her head against his covered arm. - It’s my fault this whole thing happened and I thought if I fixed it, I’d feel better.

    - It’s not your fault this happened. You could’ve gotten hurt, he could’ve hurt you and then what?

   - He was not going to hurt me. - she scratched her neck. She knew it was a lie, everyone is capable of everything in her business. - I had to do something for you. I am ... I am so tired of being weak. 

    - You’re not weak, what are you talking about?

    - Weren’t you in this trial? They talked about you as if you were some cold blooded murderer and me as if I were the weakest person ever. As if I wasn’t standing in that room and hearing to it. If I could defend myself, if I had put my foot down none of this would’ve happened. 

Bucky’s heart broke as he heard her talk, tears pooling in her eyes as what she had been feeling for the past weeks of meeting, court days and witness speeches seemed to finally explode, breaking free from the pressure she had been putting on it so it didn’t show, so she didn’t feel weak. He had never felt weak before, helpless maybe but never weak. Even as the Winter Soldier he could easily overpower his handlers if he wanted to, he could overpower new recruits and pretty much everyone who he was presented with. He’d never felt weak, he’d never know what it was like to feel weak and he had never even considered she felt weak because he just did not see her as weak. She was soft but not weak, she had strength in her softness, in her kindness. She’d done things he couldn’t see himself doing in his mid twenties. 

     - Hey ... - he flushed her close to him, drawing invisible circles on her back and kissing her temple. - Do you wanna get cheesy chips?

     - I need to go say goodbye ...

     - It’s fine. - he combed her hair away from her face to kiss her forehead. - I don’t want you to get caught up in a mess with photographers. 

     - I’m ridiculous. - she cuddled against his side as he led her out the back of the court where he had parked his car. - I should be comforting you, not the other way around.

     - You’re not ridiculous. This was as bad for me as it was for you. - he opened the car door for her. - Besides, I love comforting you. 

     - Really? Because from what I know, you were the one in danger of being in prison for at least 5 years. The only danger for me was trying to get naked during spousal visits. 

     - Aw, princess. You were willing to get naked in prison, for me?

     - You’re ridiculous, Barnes. 

     - So are you, Mrs. Barnes. - he smirked. - You are not weak and you are not ridiculous. Are we clear? 

     - Don’t use your sergeant voice on me.

Bucky chuckled, putting the key onto the engine and turning it on as the car started to roar up. She leaned her head against his shoulder, mindlessly listening to the song on the radio, probably one of Bucky’s favourites. On that moment, she didn’t care her career was on hold for the next 10 years because he was here and he was free like he deserved. As he pulled in front of the chippy shop nearby his flat, she perked her head up to kiss the corner of his mouth. 

    - Can we do takeaway? I wanna go home. - she cuddled against his shoulder once more. 

    - Sure, princess. Stay in the car and I’ll be right back, yeah?

    - Yeah. 

He left the car, loosening his tie as he entered the shop, leaving Y/N in the car. She rose her hand up, looking at the wedding band on her finger. It had barely registered in her that she was married, she of all people. She knew she wasn’t attention’s sweet centre and she knew she definitely did not deserve a guy like Bucky. God, in her wildest dreams she’d never thought she’d even end up with a man as caring and thoughtful as he is. It was almost surreal she’d even gotten married without having to fight her agency, at least too much. Her lips stretched in a smile as her husband came out of the shop, a toothy, childish grin on his lip as he waved the brown paper bag on his way to the car door.

He drove the two of them back to the flat and once they were inside, her shoes were thrown to one side as well as his tie and jacket and the couple made themselves comfortable on the couch. Y/N sat on Bucky’s lap, takeaway on her lap while he held his on his hand with the other searched for something to watch on TV, eventually landing on The Honeymooners.

    - I need to take you on a honeymoon. 

    - I don’t need a honeymoon. 

    - Bullshit. - he held her close by, hearing her giggle through the small digs onto the plastic container. - Where do you wanna go? C’mon, entertain me. 

    - Hm ... - she looked up, nose slightly scrunched. - Italy. 

    - I was stationed in Italy for a while. Nice place, great food. Where about?

    - There’s this movie called Letters to Juliet, it’s in Verona, and I always thought it looked so romantic. 

    - Okay, princess. Whenever you want, I’ll take you to Verona and we will have a nice month long honeymoon. 

    - Month long? 

    - Yeah. If we go any less, we won’t have time to do any sight seeing. 

    - Why is that?

    - Because I do intend to have sex with you in every part of the hotel we stay in. - he kissed the crook of her neck, taking the takeaway container away from her and placing it on the coffee table. - Maybe even try it in those tiny Italian balconies.

    - You just escaped five years of prison and you’re thinking of vouyerism already?

    - You shouldn’t look so pretty, then. - he hooked his finger under her chin and turned her face towards him, giving her a long drawn out kiss. His hand climbed up from her thigh up to her dress, pushing the sleeve down to expose her shoulder. His stubble rubbed against her soft kiss as he laid a kiss on the subtle skin of her shoulder.

   - Mhm, Buck ... - her hand pushed his shoulder back and he immediately pouted. - I have to shower. I smell like the dusty, mouldy court room and I’d like that smell off me. 

    - Mind if I join? - he pulled the sleeve off her other shoulder but she held her dress against her chest before it could fall down. - I can give you a massage.

   - If I allow you with me in the shower, there will be no showering. - she got off his lap, pushing her dress up. - I’ll be back. Try to keep the pouting to the minimum until I’m back. 

   - Just so you know, you’ll need another shower after you’re back. 

Y/N rolled her eyes, before padding into the bathroom, leaving Bucky on his own in the living room shuffling through various channels. The shower on the background was running until it was running for too long, Bucky turned his head around, looking at the door that led to the bathroom.

    - Princess, everything ok? - he prepared to get up and check on her but was. interrupted by her opening the door.

She stood against the door wedge with her typical shyness which made her so endearing to anyone who met her, yet, this time, it was something other than endearment that Bucky was feeling when looking at her. She was dressed in a white corset and knickers with a small floral print and small pink ruffles at the edge of her underwear. The corset was also adorned with a blue ribbon and small blue bow, everything covered in with one of her many short satin robes that she normally used over her pyjamas or over one of Bucky’s shirt which always looked like a dress on her. 

    - Were you wearing that ... - he cleared his throat, trying not to stare at her perky chest. - Were you wearing that today? 

    - No, I bought this one in case you won. - she closed the door of the bathroom behind her, padding barefoot over to the couch, standing in front of him, her robe slightly slipping of her shoulder. - Do you like it? 

    - Fucking hell, princess. - he leaned forward, hands wrapping around her waist to pull her close to him. 

    - It looks silly, doesn’t it? I don’t know, I just thought I’d wear something nice and do so ... - Bucky interrupted her rambling by kissing her, his hands pushing the robe fully off her and throwing it somewhere in the living room. His hands massaged her thighs and upper body until they were cupping her face, kissing her as if he hadn’t seen in her in ages. 

Her hands rest upon his shoulder, lips melded against his in a long, drawn out kiss. She whined as Bucky moved his lips from hers to her jaw and slightly under it, sucking the subtle and sensitive skin he found there. She allowed herself to get lost in the feeling of his slight stubble against her sensitive skin, drawing kisses and leaving hickeys with slightly rough lips. His hands scouted her corset for the square brackets, loosening the garment and pulling it over her head before leaning to kiss her again. She smiled against the kiss, breaking it to look at him which greatly annoyed Bucky, who tried to kiss her again. 

    - No... - she pushed him back against the couch as he tried to kiss her collarbones. Her hands toyed with the fabric of his shirt, fingers trailing up and down his chest. - Let me do something for you.

    - Princess ... - she ignored his pleas and attempts to pull her in and distribute more kisses all over her body.

Instead she climbed off his lap, standing on her knees in front of him, eyes looking up to him with a devious like innocence which was intoxicating to him. Her hands ran up his thighs, nails racking over the fabric of his trousers until they reached his belt. She bite her lip, unbuckling the accessory and tossing it aside before pushing his trousers down along with his underwear. She gripped his cock in her hand, her finger swiping the pre-cum off his tip before he started to move her hand slowly up and down.

    - Oh fuck ... - Bucky groaned, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. She smirked at this reaction, continuing to move her hand up and down in a painfully slow motion. 

Bucky groaned and moaned, head pressed against the headrest of the couch, eyes closed and lips opened. Her confidence grew at the sight of her completely blissed out husband and she stopped her motions. Before Bucky could whine about it, she kitten licked his tip before licking a broad stripe up his cock eliciting a low grumble from him. He looked down at his wife through half closed eyes, locking eye contact with her. Y/N gave him an innocent smile with innocent eyes before taking him in her mouth. Bucky breathed out, high gasp as his hand gripped onto the couch cushions. He moved his hips forward unconsciously, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She breathe through her nose as she bobbed her head up and down his cock slowly, cheeks hollowed out as she made it upon the spot. 

   - Fuck, princess. Fuck, you’re so good, fucking hell. - Bucky breath harshly as she picked up the pace, her movements almost matching up with his breathing tempo until she started to vigorously suck his tip, getting him almost shaking before returning to take him inside her mouth once more. - Fuck, stop. Stop. 

  - Did I do something wrong? - she pushed her hair behind her ears.

  - Come here. - Bucky helped her up and on top of his lap, pushing her underwear down her legs before he did so. She held herself up by holding onto his shoulders, staying slightly taller than him as he holstered her up. 

She looked down as he looked up, his eyes gazing onto hers as he lowered her down onto his hard cock, silencing her whimpers with a consuming kiss. Her skin seemed to flush hot and cold at the same time as he filled her to a halt. Bucky let her accommodate to his size, kissing down from her lips to her collarbones.

    - Fuck, you’re pretty. - he panted, moving to kiss her neck while his hands held her still. - So fucking pretty, princess.

    - Bucky, please ... move. - she hide her head in the space between his shoulder and neck, a hot flush settling in her cheeks. 

    - I’m not gonna ... fuck ... I’m not gonna move if you hide, princess. - he spoke through moans, voice strained due to the grip of her walls around him, pulsating. - Look at me, look at me when I’m fucking you. Let me see your pretty face. 

Y/N whined, moving to look at him as he flushed her chest against his. She probably looked a mess yet had no time to worry about that once he started to push her hips up and down on him, eventually leading her into riding him. Her hand slide from his shoulder to his chest as she bounced on top of him, the sound of skin slapping against each other along with the moans and groans of both of them as they chased their high. She felt her own walls pulsating with each thrust, her lower belly coiling up as she continued to move up and down his cock as if she were going to die if she stopped. She gasped and whined, continuing with her movements as the coil continued to tighten up and her movements sped up. 

   - That’s it, princess. Such a good girl. - he moaned against her ear, silencing some of her moans with messy, wet kisses. - You wanna cum on my cock, hm? I know you want to.

   - Buck ... - her gasp was high as her walls spasmed and her body tensed. The grip on his dick led him over the edge just a few seconds later and he pulled her completely flush against him, feeling him cum fill her up and leak onto both hers and his thighs. She hide her head on the crook of his neck, mewling while she regained her breathe. 

Bucky chuckled through his breathlessness before slipping out of her which caused her to let out a small whine before he laid her down on the couch, arms wrapped around her. 

   - Make that a 3 month long honeymoon. - he cuddled her against his chest. 

   - How much of that will be sex? - she looked up, completely blissed out.

   - You’ll get a week of sightseeing if you keep pulling this on me.  

   - Right. - she rolled her eyes. - I forget that you are old and cannot take this much excitement. 

   - Are you teasing me, Mrs. Barnes?

   - Maybe. - there it was, the little playful smirk he loved so much. 

   - Oh, princess ... - he lifted her up as he got up from the couch, walking towards their bedroom. - You’re gonna regret that. 

taglist: @disasterbi @lookiamtrying @buckysteveloki-me @americasass81 @jamesbarnesappreciationclub @lostinthebeans @mariahthelioness29 @oh-nohoney @peaches-roses-sins @theadorasabditory @sipsteacasually @saiyanprincessswanie @booktease21 @noiralei @learisa @everythingisoverratedbutgreat @uglipotata72829 @naturalthrone22 @husherstan @mandiiblanche @vicmc624 @itsallyscorner @chipilerendi @emzd34 @writerwrites @bluevxnus @that-girl-named-alex @captnrogers @nsfwsebbie @sarge-barnes-sir @niki-is-a-thing @cynic-spirit @tenaciousperfectionunknown​ @buckyswillow​

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan/reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan/you #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan/y/n #sebastian stan fanfic #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan imagine #bucky #bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky/you #bucky x reader #bucky/reader #bucky x y/n #bucky/y/n #bucky imagine #bucky drabble #bodyguard bucky #bodyguard!bucky #bodyguard bucky barnes #bodyguard bucky au #bodyguard au