#sorry to the dd enjoyers but man.

[taxkha]

I finally finished playing Ace Attorney Dual Destinies and I didn't like it. I hope I will enjoy Spirit of Justice more than whatever the hell this game was.

#rant #rambles #delete later #maybe I will write out my thoughts on each individual case later #also i will ignore the dlc case for now and go straight into soj #but yeah. #some things i liked #apollos longer hair #klavier cameo #athena and simon #i p much disliked everything else #sorry to the dd enjoyers but man. #this sure was a game.

[kentoberry]

SING IT TO ME — toji fushiguro.

pairings ⭒ dilf ! toji x babysitter ! reader.

about ⭒ toji didn't pick his son's babysitter purely on her résumé.

content ⭒ [ 18+ ; minors do not interact ] ⭒ f reader ⭒ age gap (toji in his 40s, reader in their 20s) ⭒ sp@nking ⭒ dd/lg themes ⭒ f!ngering ⭒ daddy k-nk ⭒ many pet names.

"ya like that, princess?" toji growled. "not so bad for an old man, eh?"

he spat on your cunt once again, smirking as his fingers resumed stretching out your pretty hole. your back was arching off of the mattress as your body had endured countless orgasms on toji's hand, throat feeling dry from the amount that you'd begged for him to give in and stuff his cock inside of you. 

"daddy. . ." you drawled, crawling closer to exhaustion and coming down from yet another high. 

"you okay there, doll? need ta stop?"

you immediately shook your head, toji chuckling at how desperate you were for him. slowly, he slid his fingers out of you, placing a tender kiss to your clit as he praised you for being a good girl for him. you couldn't help the wanton mewl that slid past your puffy lips, mentally cursing your oversensitive cunt.

"t-touch me," you mumbled lazily.

"what's that, sweetheart? i 'av been touchin' ya, silly thing," toji wasn't above teasing you despite your vulnerable state, knowing that you were aware that it was all in good fun.

"no, no," your babbles continued, "need you… need your cock in me," you trailed off.

toji tutted. "where are yer manners, princess? i thought ya were being good f'me; do i need to punish yer bratty ass?" 

"no!" you yelped, even though his punishments were always quite enjoyable. "'m so- i'm sorry, daddy! p- please, wan' you s'bad…" 

you were cute, toji would give you that. a sweet young thing, half his age, grovelling to him and begging for his fat cock. he definitely had chosen the perfect babysitter to take care of his little megumi. yeah, the kid liked you and you practically treated him as your own, but what the man truly adored was the way your ass looked in those skinny jeans, the way your tits looked in that swimsuit when you had accompanied both fushiguros to the beach. it was certainly unprofessional of him to hire you for such superficial reasons, but every time that you were pinned down under him, crying for him, he didn't have the slightest regret. and considering your sugary sweet tone as you called him "daddy", he didn't think you regretted anything either. 

toji perched on the edge of his bed, patting his lap for you to come and lay across it. you always did your best to be the best doll he could ever dream of, but there were occasions where the innocent guise slipped and you accidentally disobeyed one of his rules. toji was never one for brats, and you were certain that if you gave him a reason to, he could break you.

"don't make it any worse f'r yourself, princess," he threatened, although his words retained a slight saccharine flavour. 

you did precisely as he said, crawling across to his lap like a lost little puppy. although it was almost demeaning the way that you so willingly laid across his meaty thighs, you couldn't deny the sparks that it sent to your cunt. 

"count." he commanded, tone sharp. you yelped as he brought his hand down on your bare ass, unable to halt your squirming as the pain overwhelmed you for a brief moment. 

"what did i fuckin' say?" toji spat, ignoring the tears brimming on your waterline. "c'mon, say sorry 'nd i'll keep it nice."

you mustered up every last bit of composure that you could, and rambled out: "'m s-sorry, daddy… 'll be good… i promise!"

toji took pity on how pathetic you looked, yet was also somewhat enthralled that you allowed yourself to let your guard down with him. consequently, he mumbled a soft "good girl" and massaged your sore skin before spanking you with equally as much force once again. 

"t-two!" you whimpered, trying to ensure that your quivering voice was loud enough that toji would hear it. this back and forth continued until you'd counted to eleven before uttering your safe word. at that point, tears were cascading down your puffy cheeks and your pussy was dripping. 

"shhh," toji cooed, using his extraordinary strength to lift you up to straddle his lap. you instinctively curled into his chest and let him spout all the praises under the sun in an attempt to calm you down a little. "princess, yer so wet," he stated. "how's about ya take my cock as a reward, yeah? daddy's gonna fuck his precious girl and make ya feel better? make ya cream all over m'cock?"

you nodded.

"big girl words, love,"

"please… daddy, i need you s'bad… please, please, please," you chanted, donning your best puppy dog eyes to meet his piercing emerald ones. 

"good girl, daddy's gonna treat you so well,"

#kentoberryposts #toji smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[ysljoon]

simon 'ghost' riley dom headcanons

wc: 884 warnings: fluff, smut, nsfw under the cut, dacryphilia, bondage, pussy slapping, creampies, oral (m receiving), degradation, spanking, overstimulation, creampies, aftercare, mentions of sub drop, dd/lg (?) a/n: trying to dip my toes back into smutty things it's been so long i gotta dust off the cobwebs MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

Simon Riley is the sweetest dom but don’t tell anybody that shhh

He knows how to make you melt with all the pet names

His favorites are ‘angel’ and ‘sweetheart’ BUT ‘lovie’, ‘sweet girl’, and ‘pretty girl’ are in the mix too

He is such a worry wart about you!!! If you’re at work/uni he’s asking for updates and doing check ins any chance he gets when he’s not deployed out on a mission

When he’s with you he’s always has an arm around your waist and keeping him close by so nobody or anything can get to you 

He’s a firm believer that you’re his princess so you do NO CHORES around the house 

It’s absolutely banned that you lift a finger at home so your only responsibility is to listen to him

He even loves to pick out your outfits (bro is such a cutie patootie)

If the weather permits most outfits entail skirts and thigh highs it’s his favorite combo

If you’ve had a bad day he has you smothered in blankets and just doting on you bringing you snacks and putting on your favorite show/movie and cooking you your favorite meal

He’s not much of a baker so he will probably DoorDash you a sweet treat (also because he can't bear to leave you by yourself when you’re upset)

If he’s having a bad day he just needs snuggles from you

Y'all are glued to the bed with your bodies flush against each other the whole day

He probably won’t say much either besides some grumbling when you get up to use the bathroom

He’s such a softie when you give him lil kisses he likes little pecks on the cheek and nose

He finds it so cute when you ask him to stoop down so you can give him a forehead kiss

He definitely prefers giving kisses to his babygirl instead tho

Mr. Riley is a sucker for giving you hickeys I don’t make the rules

He loves putting them in the places where everyone can see so everyone knows that you’re claimed 

It’s a pain in the ass for you though, sorry

THIS MAN JUST LOVES CLAIMING YOU

He adores the sight of you in a collar in the bedroom with you on your knees

Seeing you with tears brimming your lower lash line when you’re begging for him to touch you in some way for relief has him painfully hard in his pants

He’ll of course have a leash attached  so he can pull you closer by having you crawl in between his legs

He’s a throat fucker he can’t get enough seeing and hearing you choke on his cock

He loves seeing your spit dribble down your chin and tears running down your flushed cheeks while he’s using your mouth to get off

He doesn’t love the idea of degradation but he will call you the occasional ‘dumb slut’ or ‘cock slut’ it’s just what you are tho :3

Definitely spits on your pussy to lube it up before he fingers you

He isn’t super rough when he fingers you but is ADDICTED to slapping your pussy

He loves seeing it get so puffy the longer he plays with your pussy

Speaking of slapping if you’re bratty his favorite punishment is spankings

When you’re getting spanked he doesn’t let up until you’re squirming and sniffling

Once he believes you’ve learned your lesson and have apologized for your behavior he gives you soothing rubs with cream and kisses on each of your cheeks

Simon likes using restraints of some kinds (handcuffs, ropes, etc) and laughs when he sees you get impatient when he teases you with his tip right at your slit and clit

An avid enjoyer of doggystyle and missionary

He doesn’t mind choking but will only do it for you when you beg and beg hard 

An overstimulation king fr

By the time y'all are both done he’s came at least 2-3 times 

They’re definitely all crempies too (he loves the occasional money shot, and tries his hardest to avoid your eyes)

Lord knows how many times you have tho you’re definitely seeing stars

He has aftercare down to a science!! That man is so gentle you would never believe he kills people for his line of work

You’re somewhat prone to sub drop so Simon takes extra care of you

He’s very tender when he cleans you up and when he runs a bath he bridal style carries you

He’ll wrap you in the fluffiest and softest robe and place fluffy socks on you too to protect your feet from the cold floor

He’ll bring both a bottle of water and juice for you to drink and even has a snack/candy stash in his nightstand drawer

He’ll feed it to you while you’re situated with you sitting in between his legs with your back against his chest 

He usually will play some calming music in the background for you instead of the TV because it can be overstimulating for you

You usually fall asleep in minutes just listening to the low timbre of his voice humming along with the music

He’ll reposition you so you’re the little spoon and will place a loving lil smooch on your temple wishing you goodnight

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost headcanons #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #cod headcanons #cod mw2

[factual-fantasy]

27 ASK :)))))🍤🍤🍤

I do not.. but man I really need to give them names. I intend to name my FNAF au before drawing Moon Malfunction 2.0. And my Deltarune AU... ehhh.. idk, I'll just see if anything comes to me <XD (I'm open to suggestions! :0 )

@eggswastaken

Thank you! But sorry, no fanart rule. I wouldn't like for anyone to draw my AUs Asgore.. Thank you for asking first though <:) A lot of people would have just drawn it and not have cared to ask.

:DD Thank you so much!! :}}}

@luna-purple454

AAA THANK YOU FELLOW ASGORE ENJOYER! XDD

As for his backstory I don't really have any new ideas.. but as for the future?

I have ideas of Asgore seeing other versions of people he used to know. And it really hurts him. Like maybe they pass by and AU where he sees a Toriel. And his heart just aches. Or he sees a Gerson or Gaster, and he just longs for those people. He misses them and it kills him that he cant ever go back home.

Imagine if he met a Toriel that hated Asgore, post murdering kids. And she understands that he's a different Asgore but she cant help but be cold towards him. That might hurt worse than just missing his family. Someone with his wife's face being indirectly disappointed in him. Ashamed of him, angry at him. He never did those things that her Asgore did. But she still glares at him out of habit. And that kills him more than anything. And don't even get me started when he hears about the horrible fates this AUs Asriel and Chara suffered.

I can imagine that like Grillby, his body becomes more unstable the more emotional he is. Maybe they walk through an AU where Asgore meets that Toriel. And by the time they're ready to leave Asgore is wrecked. Seeing all these people broke his spirit. His body has significantly dissolved and he can no longer walk. All he does is hang his head low and weep. Saying he cant move.. and he wants to go home..

Jevil might be able to take the whole group to another AU, despite Asgore's state. But likely they'd just camp out for an extra day or so until Asgore can pull himself back together..

Aw, I'm sorry you're sick, that's no fun. <:( But I'm glad my artwork is helping you feel a bit better :}}}

@cudlycorncornsworthcoberson

Positively giddy my dear fellow

@elegysonnet

I haven't seen it yet, but it looks good and I plan to watch it! :0

@pinkbomb08

:D Thank you! Even if you have nothing to ask, I don't mind a nice message! :}}

@veeneeyyyy

Thank you! And hey man. Being down on yourself about your artwork is just gonna make you feel worse and slowly chip away at your confidence. Trust me, I've been there.

Try your best to always say something positive about the art that you make. No matter how much you think/believe that its bad. And never follow it up with anything bad either, "the face came out nice... but this hand looks terrible-" No. None of that. Actively force yourself to never say anything negative about your art out loud and always search for things that you like in the piece. If you seriously cant find a single thing to be positive about, then say "well I did my best. And I improved a little at art because I drew this."

Trust me man. From personal experience it will do wonders for your self confidence. Eventually that confidence will become second nature. Fake it till you make it.💪

@nutty-candy-lover

WAAA THANK YOUUUUU HHHGHFIIUSDAFI💖💖💖😭😭

REALLY THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I take so much pride in my expressions and angst! I've never really been the best at expressing my stories through dialogue. So I express it through body language instead!

A big chunk of the drawing time is the sketching and the line art. Trying my best to get specific expressions and poses. Like in this post! Most of the line art time was spent making sure that Grillby and Asgore eyes were juuuust right. And that Asgore's hug didn't look too tight or like Grillby couldn't pull away if he needed to. More like he was holding/supporting Grillby with 1 arm, and resting his hand on his back with the other.

I always have this thought process while drawing of "his pose looks a bit stiff, his shoulders aren't drooped down enough. He's grieving, so he needs to look heavier. His eyebrows should be furrowed a bit tighter. No now he looks angry, less furrow, more tears. His tears look too fresh. He needs to look like he's cried a lot recently. Okay thinner tears and marks around the eyes-" things like that.

I enjoy drawing these physical expressions so much and I really try to make them look good. So to hear that you see that effort I put in and you really like it?? wwAAA AWOOOOGOROOG😭😭💖🍤💓💖💘THANK YOU WAAAAAA

@cupcake-kingdom

Sort of..? I think they would have a decent relationship. I imagined him being a cold father but sometimes shows that he cares in his own special way.

Like for example. A comic that I never got around to drawing started with Bowser having a nightmare about Mario. When he wakes up, he proceeds to roam from room to room around his castle. Checking on all of his kids 1 by 1. He could stop by and maybe close their open windows, tuck them back in if their blankets were kicked off. A stuffed animal fell off the bed so he puts it back.

I think I planned for him to make it to JRs room. And instead of just checking and leaving, he goes and scoops JR up and take him back to his room. He also checks on Kamek and the Commander. before going back to bed with JR.

That might be a good way to explain it. He like- he loves his kids, he does. But he's just super weird about showing it and can only be truly tender towards them when something like that nightmare happens.

I don't believe so no. :/

I'm not sure, I haven't seen the Amazing Digital Circus yet <XD

@growing-past-me

Woah woah woah- slow down for a sec, Jevil and Seam are strictly friends through and through.😅 I personally don't support/enjoy ships of any kind. Its just really not my taste. :/

But yes! Which ever story I end up going with, Jevil and Seam escape their AU together and rekindle their friendship. :}

Yes! It is! :DD

Its also a double whammy though because its also meant to parallel Foxy having his mouth tied shut and his hook being removed. 👀👀

I haven't really thought about it too much..

Perhaps they'd feel betrayed? Because Freddy, Foxy and Bonnie all lied to them to keep Gregory a secret? Maybe there would be fighting because Chica and the others think they should call security but Freddy insists that they dont?

Maybe they would think that Freddy is malfunctioning because of how hard he pushing against their protocol? Maybe they'd call security on Freddy because of how he's acting..? Who knows <XD

As for how they acted the night Gregory was there.. man.. they wouldn't know what to say. Some might not even believe it happened, some would be ashamed.. it would be a hard pill to swallow for sure :(

@random-entity-363

XDD he really does use the power of tape to fix things doesn't he? I think he was also just a bit lucky that a lot of the damage on Bonnies body could just be poorly taped back into place.

I supposes that Staff bots could be used to aid Foxy is certain shows of his. But ultimately he is meant to be a 1 man band while preforming in Pirates cove <:/

"Bonnie you have no business being this larg" XDD

I've seen that all over Tumblr in the past few days. I really gotta get around to watching it <XD

@beryl-shade

I suppose its always possible. Although with how I've structured my Vanessa and the "bug", I don't think anyone/anything would make Bonnie do that..

XDD Yeah I can see them freaking out. As would anyone!

Well Bonnie didn't become this way over night. It was a slow process over the span of ten years. Years of constantly being overwhelmed with his performances, interacting with large crowds that he's not designed to process, his friends not giving him space when he really needed it.. He just slowly crumbled more and more until now he's just this cold, angry and rude individual.

However,, when it comes to Vanessa he's not that bad.

Bonnie is designed for interacting with groups of no more then 10 people at a time. He's even better at 1-1 interactions. And that's what Vanessa is. Just 1 person to process. Just 1 child.

And unlike most other kids that Bonnie deals with, she is very shy and quiet. She almost talks less then Bonnie does. That could be why Bonnie was Vanessa's favorite character. She preferred characters who weren't as loud as Monty or as active as Foxy. A slow moving, mellow animatronic is what she was drawn to.

I've imagined them interacting. Bonnie would ask her a question and she would just nod. If she were scared/sad she might not rush to Bonnie for a hug. Rather just sheepishly sit next to him and hold his hand.

What I'm trying to say is, she matches Bonnie's energy pretty well. Bonnie is not scary to her and Vanessa isn't overwhelming for Bonnie. I imagined them camping out in Bonnies room. The darkness makes Vanessa feel hidden, so she actually prefers it. She's shy so she doesn't really say much to Bonnie.. But she feels safe with him.

Maybe she squeaks out a little; "..thank you for helping me.." Bonnie could then turn his head a little and nod. Vanessa could smile and then curl up next to Bonnie. Eventually falling asleep.

They could work, and maybe their bond isn't the same as Freddy and Gregory's, but that doesn't mean it's lesser. Or that they're not as close. I think they're just right for each other. An overwhelmed animatronic mixed with a really quiet kid is a good mix I'd say :0

(Post in question)

I don't have an answer for either <XD

He was just reading "a book" and Kwazii was about to do "a dumb thing"-

@ocinstituterep

I haven't really given their exact ages much thought. Though I kind'a have an age range..? I feel like Barnacles is 40-50 years old. Maybe closer to 40.? Inkling is like in his 60-70s.

Dashi, Shellington, Kwazii, Tweak and Peso are all just bunched together between 20 and 40 years old. But Peso could be the youngest of the 5 and Kwazii the oldest maybe..?

The Vegimals are all under 10 I think.

I have not drawn that before no :/

Also that fact list was fun! XDD

#my response #octonauts #undertale #deltarune #fnaf security breach

[dear-nyu]

hello, mechanisms enjoyer. who is your favourite mechanism. what is your favourite album. what is your favourite song. do you have a favourite mechanisms photo.

:DD Hiiiii hello frien,, gosh, jumping to the hard questions straight up huh,,

My top 3 are TS, Nastya and Brian, all for very different reasons and I cannot pick a ~favourite~. I ma however also known for foaming at the mouth in @blue-cat-shitposts 's dms whenever my beloved Toy Soldier is mentioned... So I guess TS? Yeah TS. My beloved. It is me. But also Nastya and Brian,,

Favourite album is HNOC, probably, however that doesn't mean it's the album I listen to most. I periodically go insane over one or the other, however hnoc is my first love closely followed by OUTAIS. I love all of them. A lot. At least the main 4 + DTTM, I dont listen to Tales to be Told that much.

Favourite song is the hardest question, ever, if you ask me on different days the answer will be different, I literally cannot pick one. Whichever is currently stuck in my head?? (If you ask Blue, my favourite song is Lost in the Cosmos. They are correct.) (I also really really REALLY like Ragnarok I & II, Loki, Thor, The witness one "Good Morning, Inspector Lyf!", No Happy Ending, Alice, Tim goes Mad, Rose Red dttm tales to be told, Hellfire, Hanged Man Rusts, The Hermit, Blood and Whiskey, Skin and Bone, Peacemaker, Once and future king, Elysian Fields, Ties that bind, Sirens, Favoured son,,, i need to stop listing,,)

And photo! I love all photos.

Tis gif however is happy stimmy so. Yeah. I also have other fav gifs/images my dumbass has not saved and I cannot find, been trying, sorry bout the delay answering the ask!

And some bonuses from the "SPACE PIRATES!!!" folder on my phone

#nyu answers #the mechanisms #nyu.txt

[beevean]

🔥 Ace Attorney

Rise of the Ashes was a very boring case I forgot everything about, and it's obvious that it was written post-humously.

I don't like any of the assistant girls except for Maya, Pearl and Susato lol (susato best girl btw, i love her to death). Trucy was from what I gathered butchered by the translation, Kay has nothing interesting going on for herself and her dynamic with Edgeworth is not as interesting as the Phoenix/Maya dynamic, and while I commend that Rayfa is different, she's still not the most enjoyable character for me - Franziska in 3-5 did the tsundere companion better lol.

Iris deserves her own paragraph because I think she was very poorly written. As a character she's fine, she's cute, she's helpful, nothing bad about her personality... but man does GAA1 beat you over the head with how much of an impossible genius she is. She's 10, she has a medical degree that she earned in less than 2 years, she writes the Herlock Sholmes books that are so good that even Barok secretly reads them, she's the main breadwinner of the house... And I'm sorry, I know AA is no stranger to child prodigies, but compare her to Franziska, who impossibly became a prosecutor at 13 but you can see how much damage that did to her: she's emotionally stunted and, until her character development, saw her very serious job in a very black and white "I win, you lose, if you lose you aren't perfect" way. Iris OTOH seems perfectly normal for being a child who has to financially take care of her own adult guardian. C'mon. (at least she had some very cute normal kid moments in GAA2, like her helping Ryuu in G2-3 and having fun during the fair)

Barok best prosecutor. Best character even. He's a much better Nahyuta :P (or I guess, chronologically, Nahyuta is a worse Barok lol)

Simon Blackquill is underrated. I don't remember a thing about DD, and I know the game overall is rather unpopular, but I remember Simon was very funny and I see him as a Godot without the controversial parts :P I was so happy to have him as the assistant in 6-4.

I think fans nowadays forget a little too quickly that Miles did some shady shit as the Demon Prosecutor, and even after that, 2-4 being the most egregious case.

Depicting Manfred as horribly abusive is cliché. I much prefer the anime interpretation of him being an emotionally distant but doting father to Franziska... it's just that the "emotionally distant" part fucked her up.

Speaking of which, I see something unfortunate in insisting that she's a lesbian because of her "whip only the men" policy. I can understand seeing something romantic in her chemistry with Adrian, but uhhh that whip thing is more the result of the writers' double standard (she was more than fine with whipping women in JFA, when she was meant to be unlikeable).

#ace attorney

[sizhui]

hello angie :DD i am currently reading through your character study again! its very comprehensive so i hope to be able to get as much as I can out of it. also hehe ive noticed a pattern in what sorts of things you seem to enjoy writing about, from what ive read it seems wen kexing n ah xu (idk his name sorry) remind me somewhat of the mother n father from when she calls them down to dinner or perhaps wilfred (fogot) n his husband... but theres not so much erm downer here? anyways i like those things so im glad u can write about things so viscerally !! also i thoroughly enjoyed how u use settings, ghosts n hauntings to explore wen kexing's character. im not sure how much of these images are present in canon but from what i know of cn novels i wouldnt expect it to be too far from canon!

ill put the rest of my response under the cut !

it was very romantic i felt :) particularly the bits about like. letting go and becoming human, becoming properly tangible with ah xu. sort of accepting the incomprehensibility of their becoming if it makes sense? it was so very romantic to me.i particularly enjoyed the bit about gallows and ghosthood and houses? idk it was just so romantic it brought me to tears!! like it is about love!

i dont really know what the ghost or valley is but i enjoyed that u developed it overtime. also i enjoye dhow the story transitions, from wen kexing alone physically n w his thoughts to the ah xu entering his life, filling his memories n changing him. its good for the tone.

like i got the vibes that wen kexing is a ghostly gloomy man. he seems sorta cynical and forsaken but desiring deeply to be whole i think. the heaviness of his burden was conveyed well. from the visceral n shocking scene of eating his fathers corpse a complete inversion of natural order i guess and love . he feels very trapped, always struggling but not quite able to get there alone. i also found ig a struggle within him to just die lol or Not.

particularly i feel wen kexing's decision to cut down the forest in his heart, his perception of himself as a dying tree, among one of the ghosts (being haunted n himself haunting) rlly emphasise that he is stuck and this death looms ever forward

ALSO AAAAH PHYSICIALITY!!! i liked that how its used.. being able to be touched by others to confirm you are a living thing or believe you are but now

anuyways sorry this was long n rambly n nothing but really!! it felt like such a nice love story somehow!!

thumbs up i liked it !! :D r u watching anything next

HELLO DEAR LAB!!Thank you SO MUCH for such a long and thorough and beautiful analysis of my story, i let out a funny sound of joy like 10 times while reading it!!!!! Your perception of the story is pretty much exactly what I was trying to convey with it - i feel a little proud of both of us, and blessed to have a reader as wonderful as you!

In the novel there is a fraction of people called "ghosts" who live in that valley cast away from society, but it's never really explored what that status MEANS for them so this was my take on it - in a way it's canon compliant, but most of the ideas came from my crazy overthinking hehe, I'm really happy you enjoyed! I'm very happy you perceived this story as deeply romantic, because that was the goal - writing about painful things like suicidal ideation, haunting and eating your father's corpse (he does actually do that in the novel OUCH) and having it still be a love story... There is definitely a lot of struggle to Just Die in Wen Kexing. Like Ah Xu explicitly wants to die in the novel and everyone always talks about that, but i also perceived the same in Wen Kexing and felt that that was one of the reasons they were able to connect and wanted to write about it. I'm happy you were able to get such a good grip on his character from my writing alone! I also usually avoid writing about physicality so I'm glad it fit in well here and served the story well !

Please don't apologize for this being long because that made me very happy, and it's definitely not rambly and nothing, it's everything to me! Thank you, dear Lab, for reading my work with such care ♥️♥️♥️♥️

P. S. IT ALSO MADE ME HAPPY THAT U CONNECTED IT TO BSCTTD . EVERYTHING ALWAYS COMES BACK TO IT.

[wardsbackpoet]

Hello!!!!!!!! This is about Mostly You Just Make Me Mad :p

i listen to a lot of music (like seriously a lot, and also a lot of different genres… this is also why i feel like some if not all of the songs you might not like… but its all about the lyrics okay!!!), and i also think a lot, and because i have so many thoughts i want to share them!!! I’m on… chapter 73 I think? But i already have so many thoughts I NEED TO SHARE THEM OR I’LL EXPLODE!!!!!!!!! So, i will share some songs that remind me of your amazing work (mostly just Tweek) :DD

Also I do understand that you could not have time to check them all or any of them, or just don’t want to and thats okay! I truly am doing this just because I am excited to share!!!!!!!! But seriously though, most of them (all of them?) probably make absolutely no sense so don’t expect too much:(

I am bad at explaining what is going on inside my head am sorry…. WELL EITHER WAY THANK YOU!!! Have amazing time and thank you for everything C:

Hi!

Thanks for taking the time to write & share your thoughts!

Okay, so a couple things:

"i listen to a lot of music (like seriously a lot," Hey, me too! Awesome!

"this is also why i feel like some if not all of the songs you might not like" Actually, I'm a fan of most of those songs already, and for those I wasn't a fan of before, I just didn't know them, but I'll be adding them to my musical library, for the most part.

"But i already have so many thoughts I NEED TO SHARE THEM OR I’LL EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!" I love thoughts & I love sharing. Feel free to hit me up any time you wanna talk about music or the fic or whatever.

"Also I do understand that you could not have time to check them all or any of them, or just don’t want to and thats okay!" HA! I always have time to listen to music, and I always want to listen to music. :)

"But seriously though, most of them (all of them?) probably make absolutely no sense" Don't sell yourself short, all of that made total sense!

Okay, now, the songs:

AJJ - Your voice, as I remember it I considered this song for a Tweek thinking about him moment. Don't remember why it didn't make the cut. I think maybe because there are a few AJJ songs that are already maybe/probably going in the fic (Body Terror Song is probably, like 96% for sure gonna be one). So completely agree with you on that.

X - Nausea Didn't know this band. At first I thought you were mentioning the band Nausea and I was like, no way, Tweek would totally listen to Nausea (the band). Anyway, he'd totally listen to X and their song Nausea, too, I think. & this is now going into one of my playlists for sure.

Black Flag - Nervous Breakdown This is actually in a playlist I have called ‘Songs for Later’ (as in later in the fic) so it makes total sense to me.

Black Flag - Fix me I think this one's in there too.

Current Joys - Nervous Didn't know this one but I like it a whole lot.

Mumford & Sons - Little Lion Man I'm a M&S fan too. I'd totally see Craig thinking of Tweek, listening to this.

Crywank - If I were you I'd be throwing up Knew Crywank, didn't know this song. Like it. I'd see it as a Craig song, too. Makes sense.

AJJ - People This is one of the AJJ songs I was mentioning that are maybe/probs gonna end up being included, yeah. :D Hate, Rain on Me is another.

Duster - What you're doing to me This is another one I didn't know before. I'm at my second listen of this one. I feel it might be an acquired taste & it'll grow on me maybe. I kept waiting for the vocals to get louder, then realized they wouldn't. Lyrically, though, very enjoyable.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi uhh may I request a fem!reader where their at UCN, singing and then the animatronic's who activate when there's alot of noise comes to the office?

May I be Mispellin' Sunny? ☀️ 📓 😃

"If you change your mind, I'm the first in line~! Honey, I'm still free~! Take a chance on me~!"

Spinning around in the chair as you sang your heart out, headphones on and power generator running, you remained blissfully unaware of the danger currently present. But you thought you had everything under control. You had the animatronics’ AIs at your fingertips, so you decided to leave them all at zero for the night, thinking they deserved a break.

However, you have forgotten one thing: You weren’t always the one in control here.

Oh no.

While you were distracted, DD showed up not once but twice in a row and saw you singing, interrupting her usual ditty. She thought you’d appreciate an audience and sneakily added “two more problems” to your night.

The only two animatronics agitated by noise.

One of them was situated in the closet down the hall, asleep for a short time before their good eye opened upon activation and looked around the room.

While the temperature was moderate, they could faintly hear the power generator’s loud humming, which irritated them slightly. Yet they also picked up something else.

It was...

Singing?

Yep, that was your voice. Not singing in the nervous way, but...in a way that seemed like you were actually enjoying yourself.

Lefty found nothing enjoyable about this place.

It was meant to be hell...his hell. Yet they had no clue where he went. One night you just mysteriously took his place, and everyone else started treating this like a harmless “game”.

The bear never spoke much to you, but while they remained suspicious of you, they had to admit your voice was quite lovely. They felt drawn to the office now--in a different way.

Of course they’ll have to tell you about the power generator. They certainly couldn’t rest in here with that obnoxious thing going all night (even though it was more bearable than BB’s laughter or Phantom Mangle’s broken static).

So they rose from their usual spot on the floor, glancing up at the camera for a moment. You weren’t even watching them. 

Were you really that distracted? Or did you simply not perceive them as a threat?

Regardless, Lefty headed out of the closet, trudging down the long hallway. They didn’t find anybody else active, which was strange but not surprising. Though as they neared the office, they could hear Music Man’s cymbals clashing, growing louder by the second.

This new and arguably less pleasant sound irked them. One sound they could not tolerate.

You must’ve been deaf to not even hear him behind you.

So they picked up the pace, ready to tell that creepy bot to shush.

However, it wasn’t long before the clashing stopped and they heard a loud animatronic screech, rushing in.

“Hey! Keep it down, will ya?!!”

“Shit!! S-Sorry!”

Much to Lefty’s relief, Music Man only startled you, being practically nose-to-nose with you as he scowled. They sighed quietly and just peered into the office, keeping watch while not making themselves known.

“I thought I was alone.” You awkwardly took off your headphones. “I didn’t know you were active.”

“Well you oughta pay more attention! You’re lucky you’re not that other fellow or else I’d smash your pretty little head in!” On the “smash” he clashed his cymbals together louder than ever, which hurt your ears as you covered them.

“Shhhh. How about you keep it down instead, Music Man?”

Hearing the familiar whispery voice, you spotted Lefty in the doorway, realizing they probably heard you too. “Oh great..the only two animatronics alerted by sound are here. I guess DD thought I wanted a concert.”

“Haha. Very funny.” Music Man rolled his eyes, backing away from you.

You could sense his sarcasm and frowned a bit. “Sorry if my singing annoyed you. I’ll try to-”

“Oh no, no, no!! Your singing is wonderful, dear~!” He frantically reassured you. “It’s that pesky generator that’s making all the racket!”

“...I had that on this whole time?? No wonder..” You grabbed the monitor and switched the generator off, seeing the noise meter go back to one bar. “Okay. That’s what irritated you guys..alright. Well MM did scare me so I guess he wins.”

He just laughed in triumph, though the long sigh from Lefty made you both forget they were here, too. You looked at them apologetically. “Hey Lefty, sorry about the generator."

"No hard feelings. I was actually drawn here by your singing."

"Awh you guys.." You were flattered, putting a hand over your heart. “You really think I’m that good?”

“Of course!!” Music Man trilled. “You can sing anytime-!”

"What about me? Uh-oh! How unfortunate~! Uh-oh-"

"I think NOT!!” He snapped angrily as DD made herself known. “Your voice is certainly the most annoying sound I’ve ever heard in this entire place! Get outta here!”

She froze in fear, shocked that her devious plan had been foiled, before looking at you with a smile and quickly finishing the rest of her song.

“HowunfortunateIknowhowmuchyouliketofightsoI’lladdanotherproblemtoyournight~!”

Then she disappeared beneath the trapdoor, but you didn’t get the “new challenger has appeared” message on your monitor. So she didn’t add any more “problems” this time around.

Finally able to relax, you sat back in the chair and gazed at the duo with a smile. “So..wanna hear me sing another song?”

“Only if I can join in~!”

“Yes..it would certainly pass the time.”

#id like to think some animatronics bully dd #just bc some hate being summoned #clanask #mispellin sunny anon #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf ucn #ucn au #female reader #fnaf lefty #fnaf music man

[imaginativeamateur]

[Itachi Uchiha X Reader] Crowded

|2022 Flubruary Event|

Week 2: Dating | Day 8: Itachi decides to hold your hand so you would not get lost at a festival, but he is never a simple man.

Pairing: Itachi Uchiha x gn!Reader

Note: Welcome to week 2 of Flubruary, the cheesiest week of all :DD Bear with my corniness, y'all! Oh by the way, this is Itachi's redemption for First Snow on the side, low-key :'))

“Sorry, I’m late,” you rushed to the spot where the both of you decided to meet earlier, panting heavily as you fixed the collar of your shirt. “We are not late to the show, right?”

“We still have five minutes,” Itachi smiled and cocked his head in the direction that the crowd was moving in.

“Then let’s get going then,” you rushed him, worried that you would miss a part of a show you were looking forward to for a whole year because the band only performed in Konoha at this annual festival.

Itachi silently took your hand in his and strode towards the stage. You retracted your hand from his grip, but he seized it tighter. “It’d be troublesome if I need to go find you in this mass if you get lost.”

“I’m not a baby, Itachi!” You pursed your lips but let him pull you into the crowd nevertheless, stomach fluttering when he smoothed his thumb over the back of your hand. Being in the middle of the packed audience was totally different from observing the crowd from afar. You were squeezed between the attendees but could not infuse any chakra to shield their pushes because you were afraid of accidentally hurting them. “You’re right, the place is very crowded.”

“You’re helpless, Y/N,” he chuckled, looking back at you struggling to keep up with his pace.

“It’s not my fault that I’m—oh—” Before you could muster anything to defend your incompetence in the footrace with the Uchiha, he whisked you in by throwing an arm across your shoulder, pulling you closer to his body, too close that you could smell his scent distinctive from the rest. “That’s unnecessary.”

“Just hold onto my shirt,” he replied. You bickered a few more words back at him, but they somehow turned into an enjoyable melody for Itachi. “You don’t want to be late to the show, do you?”

“I don’t want to miss it, not even a second,” you clung onto his arm. “The main vocalist is super handsome, not to mention his angelic smile and honey voice.”

You purposely said so to rile Itachi up, but he remained utterly calm. The raven-haired nodded in consensus. “Absolutely. But I find the female vocalist of their band more attractive. Her voice is powerful, and her dance moves are perfect. Whenever she winks at the audience—,” he intentionally stopped to take a look at your ashen face. Teasing you was always his favorite thing to pull.

“What?” You eyed him, gritting your teeth. “Continue. You don’t have to be afraid to—”

Itachi captured your lips in a quick kiss, shushing the rest of your sentence. “You ought to know better than to tease me, Princess.” You pursed your lips, and he smiled confidently, “Now, let’s hurry up so I can see how looking that singer is for you to be fawning over him like that.”

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[yamag00ps]

the in-between

pairing: akaashi x reader x bokuto

genre: friends to lovers, love triangle

contains: angst, fluff

word count: 3.3k

summary: What is the difference between the process of falling in love versus actually being in love?

note: this is longer than the others but it’s definitely my favorite part of all four :’) thank you for your patience! I had a lot of fun writing this and ngl I gave myself some butterflies.. Kjgfhbk ANYWAY! the flashback is a week before kuroo’s birthday party! after the flashback, the story resumes to akaashi and bokuto outside of kuroo’s apartment where the last chapter left off. I highly recommend listening to the songs mentioned while reading because it’ll really help you visualize the tone and mood of the story <3 enjoy!

 part 1, part 2, part 3

songs: can’t help falling in love (cover) - kina grannis crazy for you - madonna

flashback - a week ago

Kina Grannis’s cover of Can’t Help Falling In Love played from Bokuto’s speakers as your eyes were glued to the screen. You’ve watched the wedding scene in the movie Crazy Rich Asians a million times, but it never failed to put stars in your eyes. Nick and Rachel gazed at each other, despite an entire wedding unfolding in front of them as if they were falling in love for the first time all over again. You were in awe of how the film captured the feeling of falling in love so flawlessly, without a single word being spoken.

Your eyes watered as Bokuto silently chuckled to himself. You came over for a movie night, but it seemed that Bokuto was watching you watch the movie instead. Akaashi was out of town to see family for a couple of days, so it was just the two of you for the night.

Bokuto found his own eyes watering as well, but not because of the movie. You looked over at him from the other end of the couch and he quickly turned back to the TV.

“Wait are you also crying?” You sniffled. Bokuto threw a pillow at you and scoffed, “..No.”

“What?! I’m just asking! I’m not judging,” your giggle turned into a sigh. “It’s magical.”

He smiled at the small pout on your face.

“Yeah,” he agreed. Magical.

Eventually, the end credits rolled and you both scrolled on your phones for a bit, your head laying on one arm of the couch and his head on the other.

“Have you ever been in love?” You lay your phone on your chest and stared at the ceiling.

“Hm.. I actually don’t know,” Bokuto scrunched his eyebrows slightly, “I think I’ve been close to it though.” He peeked over his phone at you. The television screen was now black, the moonlight being the only source of light in the room. You seemed to be deep in thought, hair disheveled from laying down for two hours, and lips slightly swollen from crying because of the movie. Beautiful was an understatement. Bokuto put his phone down to fully look at you, pure adoration and a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“Do you think there’s a difference between falling in love and being in love?” You asked.

“I guess falling in love is when you believe you could eventually be in love with someone.”

“That’s a pretty way to put it,” you hummed in agreement.

“I wonder how long that ‘in-between’ time is, then,” you added, “like, if you think of it as a spectrum--beginning to fall in love on one side and then actually being in love on the opposite end. There’s that ‘in-between’ kind of grey area.” Bokuto watched in amusement as you talked with your hands.

Little did you know that that was where Bokuto currently was--the in-between of falling in love and being in love. With you. Bokuto smiled sadly upon realizing this. He was struggling not to cross that grey area, knowing it would only hurt him if he did. He couldn’t reach that far end of the spectrum, as it was currently reserved for his best friend.

At this point, Bokuto was well aware of his closest friends’ budding feelings for one another. It was in the way Akaashi looked at you when you weren’t paying attention. It was in your doe eyes every time you used Akaashi’s first name.

Bokuto had refused to confront his best friend for weeks now, convincing himself that if he ignored it long enough, it would go away and his premonitions wouldn’t be true. He also wasn’t ready to let go of his feelings for you, wanting to relish in them, without reserve, just a little longer. He was being selfish, not wanting something that felt so beautiful and pure to end just yet--even if it was unrequited.

However, despite everything, he found comfort in his feelings for you whether you reciprocated them or not. The feelings he had for you were so special, and most importantly, they were his alone. No one could take them away from him--not you, not Akaashi.

Until he met you, he had never known what it was like to feel so strongly for anyone. He had never experienced caring for someone so unconditionally and so purely. It felt like magic.

Magic. That was the only word that did you justice.

Bokuto was never going to forget these feelings and this was both a blessing and a curse.

“Bo?” you pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Hm?”

“I think I’m in that in-between right now.”

You didn’t elaborate, but you didn’t have to. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This was it. At the end of this conversation, it was time for him to let you go.

Thank you, he thought. Thank you for the magic.

“I think he might be too.”

end flashback

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“I know.”

Akasshi opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. How long has Bokuto known? Was it that obvious? Has Bokuto been silently resenting him all this time? If Bokuto knew, did you know too?

The two of them were now sitting on the steps of the building’s stairway with murmurs of the party on the other side of the door filling the silence. Bokuto’s head hung low as he contemplated what to say next.

“I’m sorry. I.. I won’t do anything about it if you don’t want me to,” Akaashi broke the silence.

Bokuto only shook his head at this, not saying a word. For the first time, Akaashi couldn’t read his best friend’s expression. Why did he look so defeated?

��I’d be a pretty shitty friend if I got in your way,” Bokuto finally spoke up.

“What? No, you knew her first. You have every righ--”

“I know I do,” Bokuto slightly smirked and nudged his best friend, “but she doesn’t look at me the way she looks at you.” Bokuto wasn’t angry. He almost seemed relieved, but Akaashi couldn’t pinpoint why.

Akaashi’s lips parted but was rendered speechless again. Was that true? He wanted to hope it was, but the guilt was eating him alive at this point. Truly nothing could have prepared him for this conversation.

“I’m not gonna lie, dude,” Bokuto let out a shaky sigh, “I want to be mad at you.”

Akaashi sighed and apologized again. He didn’t know what else to say.

“But that wouldn’t be fair. You can’t help how you feel and neither can she,” he shrugged.

“But I don’t even know if she likes me.”

Bokuto scoffed at this.

“Akaashi, I know I can be dense and a bit of an airhead sometimes, but even I can see it.” He snorted at his best friend’s obliviousness.

“You know, she asked me if you were single after you first met,” he quietly added with hesitancy in his voice.

“She did?”

“Yeah. At the time.. I convinced myself that I didn’t have to tell you because I assumed you didn’t care, but I was just being selfish,” Bokuto admitted.

“I don’t blame you. That’s fair,” Akaashi shrugged. The air around them seemed to feel less suffocating.

“I know you don’t want to hear it, but I’m really sorry. I mean it,” Akaashi added.

“Don’t be. You would have done the same for me,” Bokuto said sincerely. Akaashi didn’t have to say anything more, they both knew this was true.

Both of their phones chimed at once, receiving texts from you.

Y/N: where did you both go? I need a partner for pong :p

Y/N: wait who is even DD tonight

“Speak of the devil,” Bokuto joked. Akaashi stared at the screen a second longer.

“..Are you sure?” Akaashi asked for confirmation once more.

“Yeah man, I’ll get over it,” Bokuto forced a smile, “Now go find her before I change my mind.” He playfully punched his friend’s arm, though there was an edge to his voice.

“My only request is that you don’t do anything in front of me,” Bokuto added, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact.

“Of course not, I’m not a dick,” Akaashi scoffed, a bit offended at the request. Bokuto snorted at this.

“Debatable.”

The rest of the night was enjoyable, though Akaashi ended up not making a move, not wanting to take advantage of you while intoxicated. However, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t secretly enjoy how extra touchy you were, especially when you would discreetly yet casually reach for his hand every ten minutes.

But there was a specific moment of that night the two of you would ingrain into your minds.

A random girl stood at the front of the room, microphone in hand, as the opening lyrics to Madonna’s Crazy For You ran across the screen. This was your favorite karaoke song as a child, Akaashi knew this. He watched you from across the room and chuckled at the way your eyes widened and your tired figure suddenly sat up on the couch as you recognized the song. You caught his stare and rolled your eyes at his teasing, a slight blush on your face forming as you realized he was watching you.

I love this song, you mouthed. He smiled.

I know, he mouthed back. You smiled.

As the 80's hit played, you and a handful of other people sang along. Akaashi watched in amusement as you soulfully sang the lyrics with the girl next to you. Every now and then you would lock eyes with him and playfully point, singing the words as if they were directed at him.

I see you through the smokey air

Can’t you feel the weight of my stare?

You’re so close but still a world away

What I’m dying to say,

Akaashi was thankful for the dim lighting masking the blush growing on his cheeks. He shook his head with a smirk as you pointed at him, ignoring the growing ache in his heart. You have no idea what you do to me, he thought.

Is that I’m crazy for you

Touch me once and you’ll know it’s true

I never wanted anyone like this

It’s all brand new

He watched as you swayed your body to the music, singing with your eyes squeezed shut. At one point you put a hand over your mouth in embarrassment as you jumbled the lyrics. He shook his head again, laughing to himself. You laughed with him as your gaze softened before you sang the next line.

Eye to eye, we need no words at all

Akaashi smiled back at you, wondering how someone who had been drinking all night managed to look so lovely.

Soon we two are standing still in time

If you read my mind, you’ll see

I’m crazy for you

The two of you seemed to be in your own little world, despite being on opposite sides of the room. Your face was starting to hurt from smiling, drunk on both alcohol and emotion. Anyone paying attention would have seen the hearts in both of your eyes.

Everything seemed to fade away from your periphery and all you saw was him. His gaze refused to leave yours as he was convinced that if he looked away for a split second, he would somehow lose you. In a room full of jumbled voices, the silent adoration you shared was deafening.

You felt like you were floating while simultaneously feeling the adrenaline of going downhill on a rollercoaster. Your heart felt like it was going to burst at any given moment, but you have also never felt so at peace. You struggled to comprehend the duality of the serenity and chaos coursing through your veins--and then it hit you.

This was the grey area. This was the in-between.

You were falling in love with Akaashi Keiji.

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A week had passed since the party and Akaashi still had yet to confess--the adrenaline from that night slowly vanished, replaced with an irrational anxiety of running out of time.

Ever since he got home that night, Akaashi had been wracking his brain trying to figure out how to properly confess. Being the over thinker he is, he went through every scenario possible in his head, rewording his sentences over and over. The longer he waited, the more discouraged he became.

Strangely enough, the one who brought him back down to earth whenever he would get too in his head about his feelings was the source of his restlessness itself--you. Somehow you were both his chaos and his calm.

As the days passed, you noticed that he had become distracted more often than usual.

You two had been studying in the library for hours when you noticed that Akaashi’s mind seemed elsewhere. By now, you had memorized his tells like your favorite book. His knee bobbed up and down under the table, his hair was disheveled from repeatedly running his hands through it, and his eyes glazed over the textbook in front of him, not having turned a single page in the past twenty minutes. You knew he hadn’t gotten anything done since you sat down.

You closed your laptop and waited for him to match your gaze. It wasn’t until you rested your hand on his bobbing knee that he looked up at you and became aware of the amount of tension in his body. You gave him a small but sincere smile, wordlessly asking if he was okay. You rubbed his knee and he immediately relaxed at your touch, relief rushing through him.

Your timing was always perfect--constantly pulling him out of his overwhelming thoughts as if you could read his mind.

“Let’s take a break,” you whispered. He placed his hand on top of yours and gave it a squeeze, nodding.

It was funny--the concept of you distracting him from his thoughts about you.

The two of you ended up at the mall, people watching from a bench. This had become a favorite pastime for the both of you--picking out random passersby and creating extensive backstories about their lives. It was a way to destress and put your own lives on hold for a bit.

You spotted a couple sitting on a bench far enough away for you to talk about them.

“Those two are secretly pining for each other,” you nodded your head in their direction.

“Hm. Are they in love?”

“Oh no, not yet at least,” you speculated.

“And how do you know?” Akaashi mused.

“They’re sitting too far away from each other,” you stated matter-of-factly. Akaashi silently noted the distance between the two of you and compared.

“Huh. Okay,” He scooted closer, not being discreet at all. You held back a smile and refused to meet his gaze.

“How else can you tell?” He watched you intently, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“He’s giving her too much eye contact. He’s not nervous enough.” Akaashi scrunched his eyebrows in thought. Noted, he thought. Just as you looked up at him, he swiftly turned his head the opposite way with a small smirk on his face.

Doing your best to ignore him, you asked a question this time.

“Who do you think will make the first move?”

“Oh, definitely the guy,” Akaashi stated confidently.

“Oh?”

“It’s in his body language. His body is fully facing her,” Akaashi mimicked his position, now fully facing you with his right arm resting on the top of the bench behind you. You leaned back with your arms crossed, still facing forward to avoid looking at him. You felt his arm fall from the bench to your shoulders, his hand now tracing circles into your shoulder.  

“And what does that mean?” you rolled your eyes, still refusing to face him. Your heart warmed as he mindlessly took one of your hands and started playing with your fingers.

“It means..” Akaashi took a deep breath as if he had prepared a full-blown explanation. You raised your eyebrows waiting for him to finish, eyes still on the couple. When he took too long to continue, you turned to face him and silently gasped upon realizing how close his face was to yours.

You felt yourself stop breathing as he hesitated before speaking. He kept his voice low as if he was sharing top-secret information.

“He really wants to kiss her.” It wasn’t until now that you realized the proximity of your faces in this position. His eyes bore into yours, flickering to your lips as if to ask for permission.

“Do you think she’d kiss him back?” you held your breath, your gaze also lowering to his lips.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” he whispered, his lips just barely grazing yours.

You closed your eyes as you slightly tilted your head up, your lips lightly pressing against his, lingering a bit before pulling away. It was short and sweet. You looked down shyly, biting back a smile.

Akaashi watched you, his eyes low. He didn’t wait all this time for short and sweet. His left hand lifted your chin up as he attached his lips to yours again, kissing you with more passion this time. You held onto his wrist and kissed him back, matching his fervor.

“Keiji..” you barely managed to let out, as he wouldn’t stop kissing you (not that you were complaining).

If he initially thought your first name in his mouth was sweet.. The taste of his first name coming from your lips while they were melting into his? Jesus. His brain was short-circuiting.

You groaned upon realizing you were in a public space, but you couldn’t find the willpower to pull away either. All of Akaashi’s inhibitions were out the window. The only thing that mattered right now was you, as you wiped away every lingering trace of doubt, fear, and worry from his mind with every kiss.

“Keiji!” You laughed, attempting to pull away only for him to grab your chin and pull you back in.

One more, he thought.

“We’re the,” one more, “stereotypical,” another, “couple,” another one, “making out in the,” another, “middle,” one more, “of a,” last one, “mall,” for now. You giggled in between kisses. Akaashi chuckled and got a hold of himself, finally pulling away and resting his forehead on yours.

“Sorry,” he smiled shyly. “I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

You closed your eyes and blushed furiously at this. He pulled back further to get a better look at you with an eyebrow cocked.

“Couple, huh?” You already began shaking your head. “Wow at least ask me on a date first, you can’t skip important steps like that, F/N.”

“You kissed me first!” you laughed as you pushed him away.

“Did I, though?”

It took you a second to realize he was right. You were the one to lean into the first kiss. Ugh.

“Oh my god I’m leaving,” you walked off as you fought the smile on your face, not being able to handle his teasing any longer. He threw his head back laughing and quickly caught up to you. He tugged your hand and pulled you into him as his arm hooked around your shoulders again. You peeked up to catch him grinning ear to ear. He looked down at you, and pressed a kiss on your forehead. Not saying another word, you leaned into his hold and sighed.

You thought about all of the wordless moments the two of you shared. Akaashi Keiji wasn’t a very talkative person, but he didn’t have to be. All it took was one look, without a single word spoken, and you knew.

This was what falling in love felt like.

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a/n: it’s finally done! thank you all for waiting!!! also, your feedback means so much and inspires me to keep writing so thank you all so much <3 (p.s. I love bokuto so so much I felt so bad hurting him but I’ll write something else to make it up to him lmao) also can I just say I love the way the chapter begins with her in awe of the love she saw on tv and then it ends with her finding that exact feeling with akaashi :p full circle hehe

part 1, part 2, part 3

#akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi x reader #Bokuto Koutarou #bokuto #akaashi #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #angst to fluff #friends to lovers #love triangle #akaashi x y/n #hq akaashi #haikyuu imagines #hq scenarios #hq!! scenarios

[witchie-writings]

BOO HELLO I'M BACK AGAIN

I WAS WONDERING- halo matchup!

I'm not exactly sure WHAT i say so ill just give you a few things about myself and hopefully it'll help you out 😅

I'm 5'6" :)

I like to write... An excessive amount

I also like Minecraft. An excessive amount.

I enjoy music to an unhealthy extent- typically stuff like Starset and Shinedown. :)

I also like cooking a lot! Like... A lot. But I bake a lot too!

I'm typically a bit quiet when i first meet people, but once i settle in with that person i become the pure embodiment of chaos. It's great. :DD

I also enjoy physical affection to an unhealthy extent but I don't get it too often SO THERE'S THAT

But yeah- thats about it! I hope i gave you the info you needed HAHA

-🔪

knife anon u already know who imma put so buckle tf up 🔪

I ship you with...

Douglas-042!

I know who you simp for, so don't even try to come at me knife anon- the minute you put that you write an excessive amount and love physical affection it sealed your fate immediately. Because Douglas is a big fucking writer and he lives for affection pretty much.

Douglas will definitely want to know what you write about! It doesn't matter what it's about, if it's uncomfortable for you to talk about? That's okay! Doug will understand entirely and if you don't mind, he'd love about the stories he writes about too. Mostly romantic books since a certain Noble member lives on the genre.

The notebooks he has are still in the rough draft stages, but Douglas always fills them up to where they span across at least three to four notebooks a piece.

Would love to bounce ideas off between you two when either are planning to get started on another book. Which is like every other weekend if I'm entirely honest.

Doug prefers to be more of a traditional writer with a pen/pencil and paper, but if you are the type to prefer digital writing, he'll try and order in a good ass laptop so you can store all your ideas. Also he'll buy you a USB drive for extra storage.

Has absolutely no idea what Minecraft is, but he's interested in it! Honestly the skeletons, creepers, etc. don't really phase him, so if he dies he's pretty casual about it. Loves how creative you can get with the creations! He's probably built so much shit in his own little creative world, it's practically a museum at this point.

He tries to get Jerome and Alice to play. Jerome keeps trying to troll Doug while Alice tried punching the computer when a creeper came too close to her character... rest in peace, moniter.

I see Doug being more of a pop, orchestra type of person, so he doesn't listen to much rock. He's willing to try it out though! Feel free to play it on speaker while in his room, if anyone has noise complaints he'll go chat with them for ya.

Oh my god please teach this man how to cook and bake, he'll be in Heaven.

It's definitely a challenge seeing at how fucking massive his hands actually are, you'll find a work around though. It was a fun process to say the least, since Douglas accidentally burned a few dishes along with maybe putting the kitchen on fire. He said he was sorry!

Note to self, don't allow Doug to cook. Even if it was enjoyable to watch him play with the cookie dough.

He'll hug you. A lot. Also he'll hold your hand, probably carry you everywhere. Sappy love poems. Positive words of affirmation. Depression literally ceases to exist with Doug around.

Whenever you don't feel loved or you're hitting a breaking point, spartan 042 is there to uplift your spirits. He'll take you out on walks, hold you while you cry into his shoulder, cook you something, anything. He'll even throw away his reputation as a spartan and crack some stupid ass jokes that are so stupid that it's funny as hell.

He's just... he's just so amazing, honestly.

#i love him your honor #halo x reader #halo #halo reach x reader #halo combat evolved x reader #halo ce #halo ce x reader #halo combat evolved #halo reach #halo wars #halo wars 2 #halo wars x reader #halo wars 2 x reader #douglas 042 #douglas 042 x reader #halo wars douglas 042

[kaedeharakaori]

awieee this is for a special friend of mine irl ^^ i hope u like it eonnie <3 you're (everyone) the traveler in this fic btw :DD

Keep me warm || Kaeya

The Traveler and their floating emergency food friend were taking a stroll through the icy mountains of Dragonspine for some things that Albedo asked you to get on your way back from Liyue.

Moments before you stepped into Dragonspine, it was kind of enjoyable for the both of you since you and Paimon were accompanied by Zhongli to the boarder of Liyue and Mondstadt.

"I know you can hear me Barbatos, how have you been? Well, I guess, telling by the winds. May I ask you to guide this Traveler and their companion safely back into the walls of your kingdom." greeted Zhongli to the god of the winds, a moment of silence before he faced the Traveler.

"I belive this is as far as I can go for I cannot leave Liyue just yet, maybe in a few or so years until I am sure that my kingdom can handle it all without Rex Lapis. Take care Traveler and Paimon, 'till we meet again in a new adventure, a new page in our lives."

Said the Lord of Geo as he retreated further back into Liyue, leaving the Traveler just on the edge of Mingyun Village, on their way to gather up the materials that Albedo patiently asked for when he heard the news of the pair that will soon return to Mondstadt.

You were then left alone, Paimon went off to find a torch on the cold paths of Dragonspine, having collected most of the materials Albedo asked for, meanwhile in Mondstadt, people were now preparing for the Ludi Harpastum that will happen in the next few months, its never too late to prepare early right?

Sitting in his massive office waiting for you to return home was the Cavalry Captain of the Knights de Favonius and who was also your lover, Captain Kaeya Alberich who was really impatient and bored beyond belief.

"When are you getting back my sweet little Traveler? I miss you… but I also don't get why we're already preparing for Ludi Harpastum when its months away?" asked Kaeya to no one in particular.

Soft footsteps were heard in the hallway of the Headquarters of the Knights de Favonia. Those footsteps were getting louder until they slammed open the Cavalry Captain's door open. The very good looking Chief Alchemist, Albedo, who was now stood inside after slamming Kaeya's door open (leaving it ajar) looked panicked.

"What's the matter, Kreideprinz? This must be a serious situation because you've rarely ever come here." Kaeya teased, with a barely visible smirk painted onto his face.

"Forgive me for barging in Captain, but I've recieved a signal from one of my experiments in Dragonspine and it doesnt look like its a good one." Albedo's face was filled with terror, hands were shaking, and his normally relaxed body was stiff. Kaeya made mental notes of this as Albedo's situation is really a serious one, considering that the alchemist usually was proper and composed, seeing him streased like this was new to Kaeya, might even make him scared.

"Albedo, prepare your stuff and we're going to go to Dragonspine in a bit."

~~~

It's been almost an hour since Paimon had left you, you've already collected some of the last bits that Albedo had asked for, the only thing missing is a shard from the floating pillar on the peak of Dragonspine, and so you went off.

Going without Paimon felt weird to you, even if you were kind of annymoyed of her, you still appreciated the company that she gave you. Trudging up the path to the peak, you were getting extremely cold as some of the torches weren't alive, a sign that you were getting close to the top.

Legs trembling, knees unstable, nose clogged, you've crashed to the ground, the cold was too much to handle. The torches further up were not activated to keep anyone warm, from the looks of it, no one has touched the torches for years.

Your body was giving up on you now, the cold too much for you to handle, rethinking your life as you knew this was somehow going to be your last breath, you sighed, wishing someone a happy ending.

"Kaeya, my love, I hope you keep me warm."

~~~

Kaeya and a very panicked Albedo has entered Dragonspine and made their way to Albedo's camp, poor Kaeya was worried sick about the alchemist who was next to him, trembling in fear, hands shaking, not from the cold, but from his thoughts running through his head.

"W-what if someone messed with my experiments?! I'm not finished with those yet and those are highly dangerous items that if messed with, and will lead to unknown circumstances."

"Calm down Albedo, we're going to reach the summit in about 45 minutes. Maybe if you stop worrying we could get there a little faster." Kaeya told the little alchemist to hold himself together.

A while of walking has passed, about 8 minutes away from the camp, snow thick, and the torches were extinguised, something odd stood out to Kaeya.

"Hey Al? When was the last time you were up here?" asked Kaeya curiously, "about a week ago" was all Albedo said as he continued.

"Well if you were here a week ago, shouldn't there be no footprints up here? these almost look like fresh footprints from not too long ago." Kaeya kneeled to the ground, examined the footprints left in the snow, they look new as if someone was here hours ago.

"I guess you follow the footprints, I'll check for any intruders in the camp." Ordered the Kreideprinz to his companion.

A while of more walking while closely examining the footprints, they seem to get closer to each other, as if someone was struggling to walk and so the captain ventured further into Dragonspine, almost near the Peak of Vindagnyr.

Kaeya, peacefully walkong and somewhat enjoying the cold felt a little spike of a traumatizing aura, like as if he was about to see something that would break him, brushing that feeling off he kept walking.

A crunch was heard underneath his footsteps causing him to break his train of thought and turn back, sprinting to where a patch of red had tainted the snow.

Covered a little by the snow was a small body, looked like of a creature but it didn't look like an animal, the body almost looked human-like. Kaeya dug through with an old and rusty shovel that he found on the ground, dug up the body and gasped at what he saw.

Paimon was dead, burried in the snow dried blood smeered all around, he frantically scanned the area for more footprints on the ground and luckily he found more.

"So if Paimon is here… that means the Traveler is also somewhere in this mountain." Kaeya's eyes widen in horror.

He carefully placed Paimon's remains as if she was just relaxing on the rock and ran for the trail of footprints, the farther he went up the summit, the newer the footprints looked, the more frightened Kaeya felt, what if these were the footprints of his beloved? He shook his head to those kind of thoughts.

Kaeya arrived at the summit of the mountain, footprints nowhere to be seen, he used his elemental sight only to find a sight so cruel.

Just how he found Paimon, the Traveler is sprawled out on the ground, body parts spread in weird places that seem very uncomfortable. Kaeya ran towards the Traveler in fear of their heart not breathing.

"My beloved! Please tell me that you're alright" Kaeya sobbed, "just give me a sign, please, anything that might tell me that you're alive" the Cavalry Captain cried harder.

Far off in the distance stood a man, blond hair as bright as the sun, his posture primmed and composed, his hands elegantly gliding accross the sketchbook at the scene infront of him, cereulean blue eyes shimmering with a sinister glare, the Kredeprinz smirked.

"I'm so sorry, Captain. It appears that your Traveler froze to death because of the materials I have asked of them to gather for my experiments. Sadly, I had more intentions than you thought. The traveler does not belong in this world I tell you, how can just a supposedly other-worldian just waltz into our world without the intention of destroying it? Not when I've already found out what they are, their whole being. I'm sorry but I had to do the job that the eleventh couldn't do."

Albedo sighed happily, finishing his sketch and finally ending his experiment here.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact albedo #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya alberich #genshin kaeya #genshin angst #mintyyoo #genshin impact angst #gi kaeya #genshin x reader #genshin paimon

[atqh16]

To Bury Your Dread With You

A Batman & Robin fic. (Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson

TW for Claustrophobia

Summary: Dick tries not to panic. Bruce had been incredibly clear about how it was all just a simulation. Nothing real. Nothing actually being shoveled on to his coffin. In fact he wasn't even in a coffin. Because coffins had spongy lining that made lying down in a comfortable pastime as opposed to the hard wooden panel he's lying against. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real

AO3

Dedicated to that one Anon who asked for a DD+Dick Grayson fic. For which I have yet to deliver. This is not what you asked for but i hope it’s enjoyable for now. I am definitely gonna write the DD+Dick Grayson but not at the moment

It was supposed to be a drill. A rehearsal in a way since neither of them could well afford for the real thing. Especially, since it's always important to note that Bats never got to go through drills himself. He relieved his mistakes straight on, consequences and all which usually came in bloody capes and armor piercing bullet holes. Sometimes Robin wonders if Bruce stays up late just thinking of other contingencies he has to yet prepare his protégé for. Not that he's ungrateful for it of course. After all it's always better to learn how to relieve dangerous experiences in a controlled and safe environment as opposed to when he's running for his life. He appreciates it really. Though he does sometimes feel certain menial preparations are uncalled for. Or at least that seems to be Alfred's opinion of them, menial or otherwise. Which is probably why Bruce doesn't inform him about half of the more dangerous ones. But it's Alfred so Dicks betting his money on the fact that the guy already knows.

Though as Dick listens to the sound of dirt falling with hard thuds on his coffin, he can't help but wonder if the ever faithful butler knows about their current effort.

Dick tries not to panic. Bruce had been incredibly clear about how it was all just a simulation. Nothing real. Nothing actually being shoveled on to his coffin. In fact he wasn't even in a coffin. Because coffins had spongy lining that made lying down in a comfortable pastime as opposed to the hard wooden panel he's lying against.

The pressure pushing against the creaking box is also fictitious he knows. But as he's lying prone within the confines of the casket, mulling over the thought doesn't do much against his strained nerves.

"It will all be a simulation", Bruce assured him for the umpteenth time since it had been proposed. But there's a glint of doubt in his eyes that prods a painful thrum in his own chest.

Robin had wanted this though. Begged for it in fact.

"It's necessary. Better you than the joker" , he had insisted. Actually being on his knees would have done little to refine his plead.

At the clear refusal in his mentor's eyes, the young boy adds "Make it a simulation then. Like you did with the fear gas. Just so I know how it feels. Please B."

It had taken a bit more needling but Bruce finally relented. Dick remembers the gleam of pride he'd shown at how dedicated the young acrobat was to their cause and it had made him feel so alive.

He tries to remember and grasp that feeling as he enters the 10th minute of being stuck in this stupid pressurized wooden box.

In his defense it works for another 20 minutes before the drop of oxygen reaches a significant enough level that breathing becomes a chore.

"Don't panic", he thinks which is of course a bad idea because that only opens up the actual possibility of him panicking. So he tries to push his thoughts in a different direction. Tries to fight the accumulative feeling of claustrophobia by imagining himself flying through the air in one of his routines. But that only serves to remind him of his mother which wouldn't be a bad thing if it wasn't acquainted so closely to a sharp feeling of dread. It had barely been half a year after all since they fell. Since he hadn't managed to catch them.

"Ok, stop!" he admonishes himself again for the intrusive thought, trying to instead remember more pleasant memories.

"We're not meant to sit still Dickie", His mother's words wash over him with a soothing sense of relief. Like a cooling balm spread over a wound. "We're meant to fly. We're meant for the skies". But still, the reminiscence hits him with a hint of sadness. Like tendrils wrapping itself around his heart and giving it a painful squeeze and suddenly he wants to cry. He's wants to scream. He wants out. He feels drowned in a way that has nothing to do with the four tight walls that hold him.

He grits his teeth against the prickling, invasive desire and instead starts to sing.

   He'd fly through the air with the greatest of ease  

   A daring young man on the flying Trapeze  

   His movements were graceful, all girls he could please  

   And my love he purloined away  

He repeats the chorus over and over until the hour finally ends, feeling the pressure release before the box opens. Oxygen rushes into his tiny space and his mouth hangs open to swallow the air greedily but he doesn't move.

"Dick?"

Strong hands burrow under his shoulder and lift him out and almost reflexively he curls up in his guardian's arms that in turn hold him close.

"Hey...shhhhh... it's ok. It's ok. I'm here. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have agreed to this", Bruce's voice is thick like he's speaking through gritted teeth. The rise of his chest uneven as if he's holding back sobs. On a normal day Dick would've leaped at the chance to comfort and assuage the much older man but at that particular moment there's a heaviness in his limbs that refuses to fade and instead he clings ever closer to the fabric of his guardian's shirt.

A part of Dick wants to concur. Wants to protest that he's too young for this. Too young to be pushing himself so hard. Too young to be feeling this desperate need to improve and be better. To rise above and beyond what is required of a boy his age.

But a bitter voice in his head snaps back that he'd been too young to lose his parents too and he recoils.

"No. No it's ok Bruce. I needed this. It's ok. I needed this. Thank you"

He attempts to assure the vigilante but it only succeeds in the man pulling him ever closer to his chest.

"No chum. No it's not. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You're still hurting and I didn't notice. I didn't see it. I'm so sorry chum"

"I did it though. I did good didn't I?"

He gets a warm, lingering peck on his forehead for his trouble.

"You did great chum. Better than I expected. You always do"

The praise envelopes him like a temperate sun on a sunny day of spring and he feels the tightness in his chest loosen as he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd held. The taut, rigid spring of his muscles uncoil. He opens his eyes and raises them to meet his mentor's and he sees in them the same thing he saw the first time they'd met.

Understanding. Comprehension. Not only of the pain he felt but the overwhelming desire to fight tooth and nail against the numbness that threatened to drag him screaming into nothing. It fills him with a burning gratitude and he can't help but think that maybe, it's enough for now. Dick is still in pieces. It's been months and he still feels fragmented. As if parts of him had been scattered across the floor of that circus the same way his parents had and he still hasn't managed to gather himself up. He wishes he wasn't so desperate to feel complete and collected again. But he is and he can't help but hope that maybe one day he won't be so broken. Though as he relaxes in Bruce's arms, he concludes that until then, maybe they'll help each other feel whole. Maybe that's all he can do for now. Maybe that's all either of them can do and maybe -for the time being- it'll be enough to get him through the day.

#dick grayson #bruce wayne #batman and robin #batman #angst #fanfiction #mine #My writing #hurt/comfort #batdr #claustrophobia

[give-me-back-my-rhodey]

Make ME

Title: Make Me Creator: Purple_ducky00 Rating: Teen Warnings: none applicable Relationship: Sam/bucky Square Filled: O3 – Undercover Mission for @samwilsonbingo Summary: Sam and Bucky get under each other’s skin, and neither of them can stand the other. How long til these idiots learn that it’s not hate, but love between them? Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29754915

Prompted from this post by @rambeaus

“Who died and made you king?” Bucky grumbles.

 Sam throws up his hands in annoyance. “For fuck’s sake Barnes! You know this is the best way to do this!”

 “No, I don’t! This way has many flaws. The slightest movement could set off a chain reaction of…” Bucky’s tirade is cut off by Natasha walking between them with sterile gloves and picking up the mouse trap, sticking the remains of the mouse and the trap in a plastic bag.  She rolls her eyes at them and walks out of the kitchen.

“Do you see what you just did there? This could have all been taken care of if you just listened to me!” Sam growls.

 Smirking Bucky turns away. “Bite me.”

 Sam’s temper flares as he watches Bucky walk away. What is it about the soldier that makes Sam’s blood boil? Every interaction they have ends in an argument… And for some reason, Rhodes had put them on the same team! When a few deep breaths don’t calm him down, Sam heads to the gym. Might as well let out some aggression on something he can’t hurt.

 ++++++++ “What were you thinking putting those two on the same team?” Tony laughs as he lays down in his husband’s lap. “The UST is off the charts. They are going to finally snap and either kill or fuck each other.”

 Rhodey shakes his head. “I know. And that’s why I put them on the same team. I’m sick and tired of them skirting around the issue. No use delaying the inevitable. They both have too much of a sense of duty to not complete the mission, and I’m going to assign a mission leader to go with them to keep them on track. Now, who should that sucker be?”

 “I would tell you Steve because I love trolling him, but he would only stop them from doing either. Give the job to Sharon. She deserves it after the whole blow-dryer incident.”

 “Tony, that was five years ago.”

 The retired superhero sits up to glare at Rhodey. “I’m still not over it.”

 “Ok, ok. I’ll send Sharon. She’s close with them anyways. Hopefully, she knocks some sense into them.” Rhodey concedes.

  +++++++++++++++++

Sam and Bucky are seated across the table from each other in the conference room, listening to Sharon’s plan. “So, we’re going undercover as actors in the Bachelorette.  We have intel that the host of the show is somehow funneling contraband drugs and black-market arms for HYDRA. Bucky, Tony made you a flesh-like sleeve for your arm, and we are all going to be using holomasks to cover our identity. Do you both have your characters memorized?”

 “Yes. I am Tucker Acktenbee. Raised by my mother and her sisters, I know how to appeal to the feminine side. Growing up in Massachusetts, I love seafood and cranberry jam and pies. Before I applied here, I graduated from LSU with a bachelor’s degree in English. I am twenty-six, and my birthday is October 19.” Bucky says as he pulls the holomask over his face. He looks like a completely different person.

 Sam rolls his eyes and does the same. “Hey, baby. My name is Joshua Perkins. Born and raised in New Orleans, I also share an affinity for seafood, but my insides can handle the spice. No one’s going to want a bland piece of white bread like Tucker when this bombshell is available. With a master’s degree in psychology, I’m here to help with whatever emotional needs a woman has. I’ll be twenty-seven on April 15th.”

 “Good. Good.” Sharon nods. “Just so you remember, I am going to be in the camera crew so my ears will be open for any rumors. Pack your stuff. We have to be on set in 24 hours to rehearse.”

 “I don’t know about you, Barnes, but I’m going to win that Bachelorette’s heart.” Sam nudges Bucky with his shoulder.

 “Better a fake relationship than none for you, I guess.”

 This man makes him so angry! “Fuck you.”

 “Nah, better leave that for Miss Bachelorette.” Bucky sends him a syrupy grin and walks out of the room before Sam can reply.

 “Arrrgh!” He groans, and Sharon looks at him strangely. “Sorry, Shar. He just gets under my skin so easily. I just want to strangle him sometimes!”

“Yeah… strangle him…” She nods slowly.

 “What are you implying?”

 Raising her hands in surrender, Sharon backs up. “Hey, I’m not kink shaming. You do you, my friend. Just don’t tell me about it.” She picks up her clipboard and tablet. “Wheels up in nine hours.”

  Kink shame? What the fuck? Needless to say, Sam is very confused.  There is nothing kinky about his and Bucky’s relationship. They clash at every turn. If he slammed the door when he stormed out of the room, he’ll never admit it.

 ++++++++++++

“Hello and welcome to The Bachelorette! I am your host, Chris Harrison. Join me as we find this year’s Bachelorette a husband. At age 28, Penelope Darnea previously worked in insurance but is looking to branch out to another occupation. She loves baseball and the beach and is always down for a margarita. Now, let’s take you to our woman of the hour as she greets the contestants!”

 Bucky is one of the first contestants to the mansion. Penelope Darnea is a beautiful woman with societal “perfect” features. As he walks up the stairs to the mansion, she greets him. “Hello, welcome to the mansion! Tucker Acktenbee?”

 “Yes, it is.“  Bucky leans down to kiss her hand. “Can I tell you just how ravishing you look? The man you choose will be incredibly lucky indeed.”

 Blushing, Penelope waves him on. “I can tell that you’re a charmer.” Bucky is escorted to a room in the mansion as Ms. Darnea greets the next contestant. He uses the time he has to think about the mission. Somehow, they have to act as contestants for the Bachelorette and figure out how they are funneling the money without the network realizing. And he has to do it with Sam.

 His therapist once asked him “What does Sam do that gets on your nerves?”

 “The better question is what does he do that doesn’t get on my nerves?” Bucky had replied. They always have the stupidest of arguments about the most meaningless things. Both of them hate to lose. His head perks up when he hears someone in the hall. “Here is your room, Mr. Perkins. If you need anything, please ring the bell.” The host goes through everything as he did in Bucky’s room.

  “Thank you, sir. Much appreciated.” Oh fuck. That’s Sam’s voice. Bucky understands why they would put Sam beside him in case a quick update to the mission is needed, but to hear that voice at all times of the day? He can only take so much torture. Thankfully, a host comes to get him for an “exclusive” interview. Bucky stays true to his character but does not miss Sharon manning the camera.

 After the interview, he is told that he can fraternize with the other contestants, but he cannot use someone else’s set time with the Bachelorette for his own. That is an instant disqualification. Bucky confirms his understanding and returns to his room. Changing into a new outfit, he decides to take a walk through the house. He’ll let Sam come to him first.

 ++++++++++++++++++

A week goes by, and the second rose ceremony is coming up. Both Sam and Bucky make sure to spend time with Ms. Darnea, but also meet up in Bucky or Sam’s room every night to see if they’ve seen anything suspicious.

 Bucky has kept a close eye on the host but so far nothing looks fishy. Sam has been scanning other cast and crew members and has come up with nothing. They are quickly running out of options, but there are still a good portion of contestants left.

 “Why don’t we check the host’s quarters? He has to have something there.” Bucky suggests. That was the dumbest fucking thing Sam has ever heard in his life. “Dude. There are cameras everywhere. If we get caught, our cover is blown. We have to just wait for some kind of shipment to get here. The set can’t have had enough food stocked for a month.”

 “But what if we can’t wait that long? What if he’s getting stuff out another way? Then HYDRA has supplies, and they’ll hurt more people. We can’t let them do that.”

 Sam scoffs. “What do you think they have? Air ducts under the mansion?”

 “Go fuck yourself.” Bucky gives him the finger.

 “Make me.”

 Bucky’s eyes darken in anger. “I just might….” He cannot finish his sentence before there’re is a knock on the door.

 “Mr. Perkins, your date is set up.”  Someone calls through the door.

 “Now if you’ll excuse me,” Sam smirks and straightens his collar, “I have a woman to seduce Tah tah! Have fun!” And then he sashays out, enjoying the look of pure anger on “Tucker’s” face.

 He walks down the hallway with the camera crew following him to the porch outside where Penelope is waiting. “Well Joshua, what date do you have planned for us tonight?”

 “Well, my lady, you say you like excitement, correct? I have bought us tickets for skydiving. Does that sound enjoyable to you? Once done, we will grab dinner at that new Italian restaurant, Sal’s, I think? They serve the best tiramisu.”

 “Oh, that sounds lovely.” Penelope purrs, rubbing his arm with her hand.

 Crooking his elbow, Sam offers his arm. “Shall we go?”

 It is long after midnight when the couple returns from the restaurant. Sam looks up and sees the curtains are halfway open in Bucky’s room. That means he has some news. “I dd not realize they like you stay the entire night.” Penelope marvels. “Wow, Joshua, you are so cultured.”

 “Oh, it’s nothing. “Sam waves it off. “Just something I’ve picked up in my travels. Have a good night Beautiful. I hope to see you again tomorrow. Water aerobics class?”

  “Why yes. I do love water aerobics.” The bachelorette pokes his shoulder with hard, bony fingers. It hurts! Taking his leave of the lovely Bachelorette, he goes back to his room until the cameras leave. Then he walks over to Bucky’s, who updates him on the next shipment coming in. They will be ready then.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++

It is the day after the latest Rose Ceremony. There are only five contestants left. We have gathered these remaining contenders to give another “exclusive” interview. “So how are you feeling about the contest?” The host asks each participant in their interviews. Here are the responses.

 “I’m feeling pretty good about it. Ellie and I have had many a good date together. I do think she will choose me in the end.” Carlton Hayweather comments.

 Nathan Abbey snorts. “Well, there are five of us left, so she can only pick one, right? And the amount of time Perkins and Acktenbee spend in each other’s rooms, we really don’t have to worry about them. So basically, there’s three of us.”

 “I’m feeling confidant,” Joshua Perkins leans back in his chair. “I believe I have made her laugh the most, and I do believe humor and friendship are major keys in a relationship.”

 Terrance Filippo tilts his head. “Eh, if I win, I win. If I don’t, I don’t.”

 But it’s Tucker Acktenbee who wins the hearts of most watchers. “Penelope is a very strong woman. I trust that she knows who is best for her. I do hope it is me, of course, but should she choose another, we must all concede fair and square. We have to stop assuming we know what women want or need. She is capable of knowing it herself, and I wish her the best.”

 Are you excited for the next round? I am!

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“Tucker, Joshua? The producers of the show would like to meet with you.” An event manager pulls them from the pool area.

 When they arrive in the office, the head producer, Carole Teller, claps her hands. “Great acting out there! Have you seen this interview?” She shoves a tablet in front of their faces. Nathan Abbey’s face is centered on the screen.

 “Oh, he thinks we’re gay?” Bucky asks.

 “Yes, and if you are, we don’t discriminate, although I wonder why you’re here if you are. But it doesn’t matter. The question is, would you be able to pretend at least for the screen? I don’t mean a full make-out session, but maybe the camera catches a glimpse of you two in the corner. Ratings will go up, and there will be added drama.”

 Bucky is about to object when Sam shrugs. “Sure. We can do that. Is that all you need?”

 “Yes. Thank you for coming in. Good work out there!” She chirps and then turns her full attention onto something else.

 “I guess we’re dismissed.” Sam shrugs. “Come back to my room. We have to strategize.”

 Once they get back to Sam’s room, Bucky pushes Sam up against the wall. “What the fuck did you agree to that for?” He hisses. “First of all, that means the show is queerbaiting and I don’t like that! Second of all, how is this going to help us?”

  “We can hide in little alleyways and closets. Who knows what clues we could find there? Do you hate me that much that we can’t play nice and kissy for a week or so?”

 “I can kiss you. I am a great actor, thank you very much.” Bucky leaves go of Sam.

 “Then do it. Kiss me.” Sam challenges. “Make me.” Bucky thinks the conversation would be ended there, but Sam grabs him by the face and plants a deep kiss on this lip. Caught off guard, Bucky is not ready for that, but quickly kisses Sam back.

 “Wow. That wasn’t so bad after all.” Sam says, wiping his face with his sleeve.

 Bucky scratches the back of his head. “Not… too… bad, I guess.”

 Now that one kiss has been made, many more are to come. Bucky and Sam take advantage of their “hidden relationship” to sneak into closets and hallways. They find that the next shipment will be coming in early the next morning.

 Bucky is taken away to get ready for his date. The dinner and show are quite enjoyable, and Penelope asks him back to her room. Bucky agrees. Once inside the door with the cameras off, she pushes him to a machine and flips the switch. The electricity runs through him and holds him to the machine. Tsk what am I going to do with you?” Penelope asks. “You shouldn’t have come, Asset.”

  “You can’t…. control me. The words don’t…. work anymore.” Bucky forces out through his pain.

 “True that might be, but I can break you. My mother broke you the first time. Don’t think I don’t have her notes.” She smiles wickedly. “Too bad you had to snoop in places you just didn’t belong. Now I’m going to take you and all my goods< and I’m taking you back to base where we can finish our experiments. How does that sound?”

 “Like we got it all on tape!” Sam bursts through the door. “Hands up Lady. We’ve got you.” He rips off his holomask, showing his face.

 “Drop the gun, or I electrocute him.” Penelope warns.

  Sam puts the gun on the floor and slides it halfway over to the villainess. As she bends down to get it, Bucky summons his strength to break free of the current and kicks her. Immediately, Sam tackles Penelope to the ground and wrestles the switch from her, accidentally setting it on high. Bucky convulses and screams. In panic mode, Sam clicks off the current and frees Bucky, who falls to the ground, unmoving. Quickly chaining the Bachelorette to the machine, Sam works on reviving Bucky. “Bucky! No! You can’t die. I just realized that I love you, and if you don’t wake up and get up, so help me I will kill you myself.”

  Bucky’s lips move minutely, and he whispers something. Sam leans down to heard Faintly, Bucky whispers with a grin, “Make me.”.

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