#also her hair is the same color as blue moon ice cream which makes me love her even more

[someonewhowannadielol]

My name is 01001010 01001011 (Alien!Jungkook! x Human!Reader)

Summary: “So you’re a human?” The alien that looked and acted like a human asked. The only difference between him and you was that he had two upside down triangles starting from his jaw going down under his shirt. Also, he was huge. “I’m talking 8 foot tall” huge.

Warning: Daddy kink, Dirty talk, size kink, cunt slapping, Jungkook being rlly big, fingering, nipple sucking (?), Dom/sub themes, and Jungkook being a curious alien.

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 6.3k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

COVID-19 vs Human kind. Human kind was pretty much fucked. In front of your eyes, the world population went from a staggering 8 billion people to an exponentially low 1 million. Within two years. It was in October 2020, when scientist realized that instead of working on a vaccine, they needed to discover a place where those free from this deadly disease could live. Safely and peacefully.

Then, the people of Jubal, stepped in, and it was pure chaos. You still remember the day, 14thof December 2020. Everywhere; social media platforms, billboards, NASA’s speech, everything revolved around the message they sent us. They wanted to help us. Surprisingly, we knew nothing about them, but they knew everything about us. From our appearance to our food, cultures, languages, and what not. It low key creeped you out, not going to lie.

Nonetheless, we began building the transport link through their help and finally, one year later (pretty much the brink of our extinction), we were on our way to a new life.

Honestly, you had imagined them to look like- or well, to not look like how they looked. You’d expected Pokémons, or weird looking octopus, or even insects. But they looked just like you, expect they were way bigger in size.

After half a month or so, you had started to get used to the atmosphere. Almost similar to Earth, there were two sides to this planet, a much hotter plane, where the temperature never went below 104 Fahrenheit. You remember going there when you first arrived here, and oh god, you hated it. The temperature was too high for you; they didn’t know what ice cream was (how can they not know! You thought they knew everything, yet they’re unaware about one of the most popular desserts on Earth), you absolutely hated sweating and no amount of air conditioning could stop it, and the beach just looked out of place. The sand wasn’t the usual pale brown shade, instead it was just the color of the ocean itself – it adapted to the shade of the flowing water into a green-blue hue. Weird. Also, there was one sun in the morning, and three in the evening, gradually coming as the hours passed by.  

You had also noticed that all of them ate food at the same temperature. Nothing was cold like ice, or hot like a fresh pizza. The concept was new to them, and when you asked for the water to be cold at the first restaurant you went to – the waiter just looked lost. The poor soul, he was told to make the humans feel at home, so when he realized he couldn’t do what you asked to, you just felt really bad. Still, it was funny that a seven-foot tall man was scared of you being uncomfortable. It was cute, honestly.

Also, almost similar to Earth, the two places had different types of Jubals living there. The sunny side had more tan skinned people, with bright, blond hair and bright eyes. Whereas, the cold plane Jubals had fairer skin, darker hair and doe eyes. The one similarity being – they were huge as fuck. The average height was around seven foot for men, and around six foot for females. So, standing at a 5 foot 2 inches (almost three inches I swear!), you felt tiny (and intimidated sometimes, but you weren’t going to admit that.

After finalizing that you definitely didn’t want to live in the hotter part of the planet, you moved to Corellia, it was cold there but not in the way you expected it to be. In the morning, it was perfectly fine, the cold breeze was nothing short of comfortable, but as the evening came, it started to get cold to the point where you couldn’t bear to go outside after 6 PM. Sometimes, you think you might have underestimated the cold here at night, because the two beautiful moons brought such intense cold that you wouldn’t dare go out at night. They gifted you a cozy one bed apartment with a really good heating system, which you appreciated. Also, you had never been so glad that you brought the microwave from Earth, without it, you didn’t know what you would do.

Ever since you moved, you had pretty much been lonely, because of the lack of contact with humans. Most of them preferred to live in the hotter state, wanting to get tanned - and to fuck the surfer Jubal hotties. You still remember parting with your sister and her ranting about this Jubal she met who was so “dreamy” and “good at surfing”.

As usual, you were just trying to get used to the food here, thankfully, they had a smaller section of “human,” food that mostly consisted of cup noodles, vegetables, chicken and chocolates. Getting groceries was intimidating at first (honestly, it kind of still is), because everyone and everything was so large, and everyone just kept staring at you. You still haven’t interacted with a Jubal on your own, it’s not like you were scared – you were – but also you didn’t really know how to go up to one. Until now, the only two Jubals you’ve met were the grocery store cashier and the landlord. Sigh.

You were so happy when you saw the new addition of real, organic milk in the grocery aisle! Thank god you got a break from that horrid almond milk. It was just water pretending to be milk honestly, and whenever you poured it in your cereal, it felt like drowning them in water, yuck. But, as much as you could try, you just would not reach the goddamn shelf. Why did these Jubals have to be so tall! Why couldn’t they just make this aisle according to human size!

You heard someone shuffle behind, but paid no heed until you heard laughter burst and immediately looked back to see one of them laughing so hard, his body shook.

“You- you’re so tiny!” He barely managed to get that sentence out of him, since he couldn’t stop his outburst.  

Of course, you were offended.

“I’m actually not! You all are way too big!” You didn’t really know how to respond, because this was just so sudden.

“Hm, I don’t think so, you’re smaller than average earthlings. But it’s okay, because it’s adorable,” so, you were really surprised when you felt him behind you, reach up to the milk shelf and grab a container of it. Of course, being the dumb idiot you were, you suddenly turned around and had to face him again. You hadn’t noticed his physical features before, but now that you did. Holy shit.

He was tall (I know, it’s obvious by now), and had such, clear, fair skin. Two upside down triangles were on each side of his jaw and went down, disappearing under his coat. He looked at you with such doe, curious eyes, almost as if he was entertained by your mere presence.

“Here you go,” he handed you the container of milk – while still being really close (not that you minded it). Despite the irritatingly bright fluorescent store lighting, his hair shined, and looked so soft.

And after that, he just followed you around the store, and you honestly didn’t really know what to do.

“You know, I’ve been trying to find a human since a month now, but I’ve heard most of them moved to the Southern part. You should’ve done that too, because Corellia is too cold for you. You’re a little slow,”

And you’re a little piece of shit.

“But now I found you. You’re really adorable, the books didn’t tell me that. Ever since humankind moved here, I’ve been really studying Earth. Did you guys really had pink leaved trees? And forests? It must be so cool for so many trees to be in one place. I also really want to meet a lion,”

“You can’t just meet a lion,” you chuckled, he was weird, but somehow, it wasn’t awkward around him. He radiated this warm energy that you hadn’t seen in the Jubal people around you, and it was comforting, made you want to stay by his side – even if it meant answering his dumb questions.

“I can, you can’t. It would eat you, because you’re bite sized for it,” he continued to comment on your petite stature, and the worst part is that you couldn’t even defend yourself, especially when he kept towering over you.

“Hey! Stop making fun of me,” you tried to push him but the basket was too heavy for you, so you ended up just… awkwardly not being able to do it. Suddenly his – huge – hand swoops in and carries the heavy grocery basket as if it was nothing.

“You should’ve told me it was too heavy for you,” he sounded almost as if he was scolding you, and coo-ing at you at the same time. His eyebrows bunched up in frustration as he mumbled something along the lines of ‘how can I protect you if you won’t tell me what you need,’ but you couldn’t really make out what he said.

You were just pulled out of your thoughts when you heard him put something in your basket. Something that the Jubals ate, not humans.

Should I ask him to leave? No, that’s way too rude. Then, should I ask him why he’s following me?

“This is delicious, you should try it,” He spoke while continuing to look around the store, and put random items in your basket. There was a variation of their fruits (this one had a gradient of yellow and orange, with huge spikes coming out from the top), cans with God-knows-what inside (the one he put in your basket had cherry colored pentagons on it, and a juice bottle that contained neon green juice. You were not looking forward to drinking that.

“I don’t even know how to make all of this. What if I can’t eat it?” You were scared of most of these food items, you got sick easily, and didn’t know how to cope if you fell sick here. Without the medicines, you’d probably die.

“I’ll cook it for you if you want to,” He looked at you and smiled, “I know humans are fragile, so don’t worry, I made sure to get the ones which would be safe for you,” he said, while petting your hair, and smiling. You instantly fell in love with it, it wasn’t like the way he laughed at you earlier, but somehow, it was far more beautiful. His eyes crunched up into half-moons, cheeks being bunched up, he almost looked like the small bunny you had as a pet when you were younger. So. Cute.

“But I don’t even know your name, why would you do this for me?” You really were curious, why was a Jubal so interested in humans? So far, most of them have just maintained a distance from you.

“Because I want to keep you,” he looked at you, and the duality of his presence made you shiver. The small bunny smile morphed into a more serious face, his already dark brown eyes, turned into a slightly darker shade, giving you the chills.

“You can’t keep me,” you didn’t know how to fight this argument, you almost wanted to laugh and act as if you thought it was a joke, but you weren’t an idiot – and nor was he.

“I know, I can’t find the Earth word for it, I want to be with you, is what I mean,” he mumbled as he tried to find something in the cereal aisle.

The grocery trip was actually not as weird as you’d expect it to be. While you both didn’t know anything about each other, not even names (not that Jubals had actual names, they just talked through their minds?)

And as soon as you reached the cashier, before you could even take out your money, he nod, and paid the bill.

“Hey! I can pay for myself, you don’t have to do this!”  

Honestly, you didn’t really know what to say after he said, “I’m paying, now be a good baby and stand still,” where did he even learn to speak like that?

It was starting to get cold now, and after you exited the heated mall, it was visible that you shivered every time the cold brushed up against your figure. You should’ve worn the third sweater, sigh.

“So you’re really a human?” He said, as he carried your groceries and followed you, on your way to the apartment.

“Yeah, I’m Y/N,”

“How can you be a Y/N? You just said you were a human,” He asked, really confused. Were you pranking him? He learnt in (one of his many books about humans) that humans liked to prank each other for entertainment. He found the idea amusing, but right now he couldn’t decide whether you were pranking or joking.

He didn’t understand the difference between pranking and joking, either.

“I-  What? No, I mean I am a human, but my name is Y/N,” you were definitely amused at his seriousness, yet you couldn’t help but be intimidated by his tall figure. Also, you felt bad that he was holding all the groceries, so you decided to grab one of the bags from him.

“Y/N!” He stopped dead in his tracks after your fingers brushed against his, “I just remembered you can’t bear the cold after 6pm, so you have to wear many clothes to protect yourself. You’re already so cold,” he felt your hand, and his was so warm and felt right, intertwined in your hand. His hand was so huge, that it enveloped yours easily, and you could really notice the size difference now. 

He quickly transferred all the grocery bags into his left hand, and continued to give you his coat, and held your hand again, and it felt… nice. The fact that he smelled so good, helped too, you couldn’t exactly put your finger on it, but it was really comforting. 

You were quite used to the stares you got on the streets from other Jubals, and always thought that they would go away, but it’s been two weeks, yet they still continue to look at you up and down, so you finally asked him. You still didn’t know his name, and didn’t know whether you should ask him or not, was it insulting?

“Why does everyone keep staring at me?”

“Because you’re so cute,”

What. It was almost like you forgot how to breathe. How could he say that all of a sudden, out of the blue? Also, you actually could not breathe, because while he had long legs that lasted for days, you had much smaller legs and it was starting to get hard to keep up.

“Hey! Could you walk-” you took in a breath, wow, your stamina was really, uh, shitty, “could you walk a little slow?”

He looked back at you, and tilted his head almost as to ask ‘why?’, but understood quickly. Then, he flashed one of his cute smiles, again, the smile that did things to your heart that you hadn’t felt before.

“Do you want me to carry you?” He also had read previously that humans can get really tired, and sometimes not even have the strength to move on. Especially females, they were more fragile, and he could physically see that too, because you were just so small. The average height was supposed to be 5’4 or even 5’6 for human females around your age, but you seemed smaller than that. But you also didn’t seem to be a child because those under the age 18 were always with their parents right? He had almost started to doubt those textbooks he bought on humans.

“No, I can walk myself,” You tried to defend yourself, and started to mentally curse as to why you asked him to slow down.

You finally reached your apartment door. Honestly, you had thought that he would stop following you after you reached the apartment building… but he just continued to bring the groceries in.

Should you invite him in? Did you even clean your living space? You probably had your underwear lying all over the place, since now you lived alone and had no fear of someone else coming in your private space.

“Can I come in?”

Well, you didn’t want to say no to him, he’s been really nice so far, and you had to admit, picking up groceries was really hard to do, and you weren’t exactly physically active enough to carry all those bags that he easily carried in one hand.

He then walked himself to the door after putting the groceries in the kitchen. What really surprised you was how he looked back at you, not how he looked before. Before, he looked with warmth, and now. Now, he almost towered at you, reminding how much power he really has over you. He looked at your lips, and then back at your eyes and tilted his head.

“W-well, it was really nice to meet you,” you said trying to break the tension and to distract yourself from the obviously gorgeous man.

“I hope to see your cute face again soon,” he smiled one of his bunny smiles again, and kissed you on the cheek before disappearing under the stairs.

You curled yourself up in your blanket, and tried to sleep, but that Jubal kept intruding your thoughts. 

Would you get to see him again?

The next time you saw the cute Jubal from the grocery store was next week Saturday. On Earth, entertainment was in the form of movies, arcades and concerts. Similarly, here too, people had a theatre – instead of a movie on a projector, it was shown in 3D form, almost like a live performance, expect there were holographic figures.

You looked around, and by now you had taken into account that Jubal people weren’t afraid to show off their skin – even though it was crazy cold here, their bigger bodies could compensate by giving them more body heat. Unfortunately, your smaller stature couldn’t provide you with the same amount of heat and you always had to bundle up in three or even four layers to keep yourself from freezing or catching a cold.

You were watching a really heated up scene, and it was getting kind of… uncomfortable. While others were simply watching casually, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary, you kept shuffling in your seat – so it was a pleasant surprise when you felt someone cover your eyes from behind you.

“Wha-” instinctively, you looked behind, and it was the same boy (or man?), from the grocery store.

“Hey,” again, you waved at him, almost as a form of habit, and he looked at you as if you did something quite weird. Without any questions, he tried to imitate you, but he was really stiff so you couldn’t help but let you a laugh.

“I know I didn’t introduce myself much better last time, but we don’t really have names. Still, I decided to get one for myself, because once I get a human, she should be able to call me something,”

Did he… did he mean that you were his human?

“Well, what did you settle for?”

“My name is 01001010 01001011. I thought it was really similar to the ones that humans have. Do you like it?” He asked with a proud grin, as his face lit up.

You tried to keep your laughter in, you really did but you when it did come out, you felt like wanting to die. His face crumpled up almost as if he was ashamed of his name as he increased the distance between the two of you.

Nice one, Y/N, you made the only person who cared enough for you sad.

“Hey, look, it’s a nice name, it’s just not very human-like,” you explained to him.

“It’s the binary code for a human name,”

Because of the constant conversation you both were immersed in, the Jubals beside you were starting to get annoyed – and while they didn’t say anything, probably because they didn’t want you to feel bad (you still did, for trying to ruin their experience for this live-movie thing), you decided to head out with him.

As you both walked in one of the main parks situated in the middle of Corellia state, he settled on a spot in the corner of the massive area.

“Would you like to give me a name?” he looked at your face with such intensity, that you couldn’t help but feel insecure and want to cover your face.

“Well, what did those binary numbers represent?” you really did want to help his get a name, after all, he was your first friend here.

“I want to be called JK, but my friends told me it was a ridiculous human name, because no one was named JK before. So I settled for its binary number. They approved of that,” his eyes shone of much when he talked about it, his long lashes were uprightly curved and you couldn’t help but swoon.

You fiddled with your sweater as you gave him suggestions, but none seemed to suit him.

“Jake? No,” you were starting to get frustrated at this, “Hm, maybe Jacob?” you shook your head again, unsatisfied.

He just simply continued to laugh at you being so serious, occasionally playing with hair and pressing a finger to your soft cheeks. When he commented on you being soft, you couldn’t help but blush (and when he compared you to one their red fruits, you couldn’t help but blush harder (you denied it, obviously)).

“Jungkook!” you remember reading that word in one of the books you had in high school literature.

“Jungkook? Do you like it, baby?” He played with your cheeks with happiness, he was happy that you were no longer frustrated or angry. Finally satisfied and happy. Of course, you blushed at the word of endearment, but didn’t tell him to not say it.

Oh. Well, after that, he just continued to ask you about humans, and more specifically about you. You were amused by most of his questions,

“What is sarcasm?”

“Why do you like pizza so much, when it’s detrimental for your health? You shouldn’t eat it, I’ll make good food for you,”

“How do you make stereotypes?”

“Why do people get cosmetic surgery?”

And each one of them seemed normal for a Jubal to ask until,

“Why do humans like cuddling?”  

At this point, you were quite tired, but still thought it would rude to ask him out, because he seemed really curious, every question coming right after you answer the last one.

“I guess, we just like to be touchy and close,” you said and you tried to suppress a yawn, but it just slipped.

“What was that? Was that a sigh? Or a yawn? Are you tired? That was so cute, do it again,”

“Just a little tired,” you said as you rested you head on his shoulder without realizing to do so. It was also getting really cold; the second moon had started to show up.

You both got up, and the walk back home was really pleasant. He kept cracking jokes and dancing on the pavement. You tried to imitate his dance, but your flow wasn’t as steady as his. How could someone dance so good like this, yet not be able to wave correctly? Your fingers intertwined again, and you leaned more into his body this time. You could barely reach his mid chest, that’s how tall he was. But somehow, you didn’t mind it because you both fit so perfectly – as if two parts of one puzzle.

As you reached the door of your apartment door again, you felt Deja-vu. He looked at your face, studying it carefully and looking back at your eyes, however instead of just looking at your lips this time, he leaned closer and looked back at you – almost as if asking for permission to kiss you. You nodded, and wow.

As his lips drew closer to yours, you could feel him cupping your face with both hands, one of them gradually descending to the back of your head as it found its place in your hair. They were incredibly soft, and almost overpowered you, because you didn’t expect this. As he slid his tongue and slowed himself, you found yourself wanting more, leaning towards him.

Before realizing that you needed to breathe, you started to choke, as he pulled himself back, and chuckled before saying, “Baby girl, take it slow, I’m all yours.”

“Want more,” is all you can say before leaning towards him, wanting to kiss him again. But unlucky for you, he just moved back before laughing again, and this time you pouted and slightly punched his chest.

“Now, you’re just being a brat, baby, you’ll get what I’ll give you, understand?” You could feel his breath fanning your face, and his eyes were no longer twinkling like they did, but instead were full of lust and an animalistic hunger.

‘’Jungkook, please,” you had never really been serious with boys in your high school, and so, this was the first time you had actually felt something down there. It was almost like someone – or Jungkook – lit a fire in your core, and you couldn’t help but just want more.

Fumbling hands opened the door to the apartment and you both tumbled in, messily but both of you didn’t care as you headed to your bedroom. On the way, he messily kissed your neck that made your knees buckle in a way that even walking was difficult.

He tossed you gently on your bed, that was way too big for the apartment, and ran his fingers through your hair, to you neck, and to your chest. He attacked your neck again, and started to form a pattern with his tongue as he pressed harder on some areas and trailed lighter on others.

You couldn’t help but let a whine escape your mouth when he left your neck unattended to take off your sweaters and cardigans till you were only in your undergarments and a see-through white dress.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re so beautiful,” he said as he attacked your lips again, this time being harsher with his movements, as his tongue slipped in your mouth, doing wonders to his body.

“J-Jungkook, please,” you felt so much, so sudden, and even in this cold, the heat was too much for you – the heat inside you wanted to escape, but you didn’t know how to ask him.

“Yes, baby? Tell me what you want,” his amused voice made it obvious as to what you wanted, but still he continued to tease you, torment you, put you on the edge, “Tell daddy what you want,”

You took in a gasp as he unbuckled your bra strap from behind, free-ing your breasts, and the very next second, tore your fragile dress.

“Hm, tell me baby girl,” he asked you once again, as he took in one of you nipples in his mouth, his tongue encircling your bud, as one of his hands pinched the other one.

“Jungkook I-” you gasped as you felt a slap on your clit, it wasn’t that harsh because he was being careful, and you were still in your panties – but it just turned you on more.

“Baby, you have to call me Daddy, do you understand?” he said as his free wrist kept putting pressure on the top of you panties, making you want to rip them off, so you could finally feel him where you wanted to.

“Yes,” you said, and whined after he took off his mouth from your nipple to look at you, and after a second you understood what you had to say, “Yes Daddy, I understand,”

“Such a good girl for me, so pretty,” he said as he kissed your cheek, and you just couldn’t stop blushing. He was so harsh, yet so gentle at the same time – and it made your head spin.

“Now, be a good baby, and tell Daddy what you want him to do to you,” he said as he neared your ear, “does baby want daddy to wreck her pussy?”

You couldn’t help but shiver before speaking, “I want Daddy to make me feel good,”

His fingers slowly trailed your body, making you moan and buckle your body up towards him. You looked at him, his ears tinged red, and his eyes were darker than before, he almost looked like a fallen angel. He chuckled, looking at you seem so helpless, so fragile.

You were so soft, so ethereal, like an angel from the sky and he was there to taint you, to make you his.

He teased you by playing with the band of your underwear, he put two fingers in your mouth and you instantly slicked them with your saliva, making obscene noises that blended in with your moans. Then he trailed those two fingers right above your covered clit, and you couldn’t help but buckle up again, wanting those two fingers inside of you.

“Be patient, princess,” and it felt like an eternity as he circled his tongue in your belly button and it so, so, so slowly trailed down and down, and he finally took off your panties with his teeth.

“So wet, baby, you’re making a mess,” he commented as he rubbed you with one finger, and using the other one to encircle your hole. He pushed it a little inside, easily as your slick helped him, before looking back at you to see if you were comfortable, and when he got the green light, he continued to push it entirely in, “Such a good baby for me, think you can handle Daddy’s cock?”

You nodded in exasperation, his finger was long and hit all the right spots, but you needed more. He added another finger, while rubbing your clit with more pressure and making circle patterns with his tongue below your belly button. You were so near, so so near, you just needed that one push off the edge.

“Well, you’re going to have to work for Daddy’s cock, baby, think you can take this monster?” He took out his finger with a pop, as soon as he felt you clench down on his finger.

“Daddy, f-fuck me, please,” you moaned, missing his touch. He looked just as a mess as you were, panting and taking off his shirt. You continued to admire his body, he didn’t look buff like gym rats, but instead he had a lean, slightly muscular body.

He continued to tease you by biting his lip and taking off his boxers extremely slowly. You whimpered when his cock was free against his stomach, and it was bigger than any you’ve been before while watching porn. It was even bigger than the dildo your friend bought as a joke for your birthday present, and you had started to doubt if he would fit inside of you.

“Suck Daddy if you want to cum, princess,” he groaned as he pumped himself a couple of times before you put your mouth on his head.

Not having any experience before, you didn’t really know how to start, but you gave little kitten licks at his head, and then took it in your heated mouth. He didn’t taste how you had imagined, instead it was more like a salted caramel toffee you had, it was delicious and you wanted more. You continued to take more, and more of him and suddenly gagged because you couldn’t take anymore – only to realize you had only taken half his dick in your mouth.

“Can’t handle more? I guess you’re too small for Daddy’s big cock, huh?”

The thought of his not fucking you was almost terrifying at this point and you continued to let your throat loose and tale more of him, until you felt his cock twitch, which made you moan. Tears spilled out as he fucked your throat, fast and hard. 

“Such a good, pretty baby for daddy, taking my cock so good, princess,” he groaned before pushing in it a couple of times and taking it out.

“Such a naughty baby, making Daddy almost cum,” he kissed you again, tasting his own cum, before dipping down again, “you need to be punished, huh?”

“Daddy, please t-touch me,” you whined, grabbing his hand and putting it in between your thighs, and surprisingly he slapped your inner thigh.

“Being such a bratty baby now, I guess I do need to punish you, you don’t deserve Daddy’s fingers,” he said trailing again lightly all over body, but stopping as soon as he neared where you needed him the most, “touch yourself,”

You were dumbfounded, but when you saw his serious look, you shyly dipped your finger into your heat, and circled them around, but even after two fingers, it just wasn’t enough. You wanted more, you needed more.

“Daddy, please, I c-can’t, I need you,” you cried out while rubbing yourself between your legs, filled with your slick.

“Such a needy princess, always demanded Daddy,” he tsked before adding two fingers inside you, and as you gasped, “but Daddy adores you, so he’ll help his pretty little baby,”

You moaned, not holding back, as he pumped those fingers, and let his tongue work magic on your clit. He continuously pumped his fingers back and forth, while torturing your bud and the heat inside of you kept growing and before you realized it, “Jungkook, I’m going to cum!”

“Cum on my fingers, baby, go on,” his movements became more faster and you trembled under gaze, and unconsciously arched your back before letting yourself loose. It felt like heaven.

Even after this, you had been surprised to see that he didn’t stop and the stimulation was too much for you, as you tried to get away from him, but he held you in place, his wrist holding your pelvic in place.

Despite your whimpering and moans, he took his mouth to your perked up nipple again, and scissored his fingers, to prepare you for his cock. Then, he looked at you, cupped you face and kissed you again, this time more soft, as if you were a china doll, going to break at any given moment.

After letting his dick sit on your bud, he slowly let the head of his cock find your entrance and pushed it slightly. You let out a cry, he was too big for you, but he shushed you and pressed against your lips again before letting it enter little by little. You quickly grab his upper arm and clench it, the pain and pleasure were starting to combine again and you nodded, letting him know that it was okay to continue.

The raw emotion in his eyes was enough to let you go on, and when you were finally full, you looked down only to find you could only take half of him, he was just too big for you.

“Baby, fuck, you’re too tiny, can’t even take all of me,” he groaned before moving slowly, and then finally setting a pace that was safe, but unsatisfactory for you.

“J-Jungkook, f-fas-ter please,” you whined as he started becoming harsher, and his finger started abusing your bud again, and you couldn’t help but realize you were close again. This time, it felt more intense, more powerful.

He was so big, that you could feel him everywhere, it almost felt like he was ripping you apart, but the pleasure was almost overwhelming and the way his cock filled you up made you insatiable – you just wanted more, and more. You could feel your walls being pushed everything he buckled inside you, but he just did it so right.

“Baby, you’re so cute, gonna cum for Daddy?” he kissed your nipple and trailed up to your lips before diving a tongue into your moaning mouth. You nodded, and felt your second release come near.

“J-Jungkook, you feel so good,” you moaned as your walls clenched around his cock, and finally you gushed out, and trembled as you rode your orgasm. Simultaneously, he too, slammed his hips a couple times before cumming deep into you. As he took himself out, cum poured out of you, and he chuckled before taking it and spreading it over your face. Globs of cum covered your red cheeks and entered your mouth.

“You look so pretty with my cum on you face, keep it there until tomorrow morning,” he kissed your nose and coo-ed when you squirmed in embarrassment.

You could feel tugging and pulling when you felt someone wake you up and instinctively, you said, “Just five more minutes.”

“But you said that the last time,” Jungkook looked at you, his breathe fanning your face.

Too close, too close, too close. You looked at other way and tried to close your eyes.

“You’re so cute, like a small puppy,” he coo-ed at you, making your stomach feel things you’ve never felt before.

“I- I’m not like a puppy!” You tried to fight back in your sleep, but couldn’t help the blush forming on your cheeks and ears.

You could feel the dried up cum on your face, and wanted to wash it off, but feeling too sore to move.

“Can’t move, princess? Was Daddy’s cock too much for you, last night?” he coo-ed at you, mumbling about how cute you were, and how he wanted to baby you and make you his.

“I’m too sore, Kookie,” you whined into the pillow and were taken by surprise when he lifted you and carried you to the tub.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of my little human baby girl,” he said as he laid you in the lukewarm water and washed your body softly.

CLICK HERE FOR PART TWO

You were starting to feel more at home, even more than when you were at Earth.

A/N: That’s a wrap! Hope you like it. Go to master link for more!

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[wordsbeyondimagination]

Met by chance

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“How long will it take to complete?” Johnny asked with a concerned tone.

“Don’t worry. I just need someone to help me.”

His eyes widened at the elder’s words.

“Hyung, are you kidding me?”

“Why? What happened?” Taeil said half laughing.

“Hyung, I don’t think anyone is available right now. I would have helped you but I am assigned a different partner.”

“Just give me a junior.”

“Give? Hyung, you know this word sounds weird. I am only yours, only.” Johnny said hugging his older brother.

“Then, what about your girlfriend with whom you talk all night in the dorm?” Taeil said with a smug smile. Johnny immediately straightened up.

“Okay, I was kidding. But I sincerely love my brother.” He said cutely pouting that made the elder smile.

“Okay! let's search you a partner.” He said while taking out a paper that looked like more of a list.

“What’s that?”

“This is the record of students working at the club.” He said not even taking off his eyes from the paper.

“Isn’t anybody free?” He said with hope.

“Okay? As per the records, there is only one person who is free these days. I mean not free but she has no problem in multitasking.”

“Okay, I want her.”

“Yeah, she is from design wing.”

“Does she have basic hardware skills?”

“You know Ten, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul? She works under him. And like Ten, she is also an ace of the design wing, with proficient knowledge in hardware. She still has multiple projects under her and never fails to match with the deadlines. So, you will be lucky if she says yes.”

He was excited and sprang upon his seat. “Yeah! I trust Ten and if she works under him then, let’s go and meet her.”

“Wait, let me call her first.”

She picked up the phone on the second ring.

“Yo! anything at your service sir.” She said in a mocking tone that made both of them smile.

“Looks like you are free.”

“No, I am not free. But you know that I can’t deny you. Well, right now I am at the club room.”

“Okay, then I will meet you there.”

“Okay, I will be waiting,” she said before she hung up.

“Hyung, it seems that the luck is on your side.”

“Hope so,” he said with a sigh.

As they both entered the room, Taeil’s eyes fell on the girl standing on the stool. Her short bob cut hair swaying from side to side with a paintbrush in her hands. The black and blue colored splashes in her hands.  

“Y/n!”  no answer.

“Y/n?!” still no answer. Johnny realized that she has her AirPods on hidden under her wavy hair. So, he reached for her phone placed it on her bag to pause the music. Taeil’s eye fell on the identity card near her phone, it read as ‘Kim Y/n’. No doubt she looked like a baby.

“Johnny, are you sure that she is an engineering student? Because she looks like a high school student.”

“Yeah, I know she looks young but she is in her sophomore year.”  He said and proceeded to pause her music.

As the music stopped, she turned her head and saw two seniors standing behind her.

“Oh! Sorry, I had my AirPods on.” She said as she climbed down the stool. “So, what’s my work?” She proceeded like a full business.

“Y/n, meet Mr. Moon Taeil. My, my Moon Taeil.” He emphasized the word ‘my’.

“When you introduced Ten to me, you said the same thing. Perhaps, are you cheating on anybody?” She hissed back. Johnny was dumbfounded, he had no other answer for her so he tried to change the topic.

“So, you…”

“Hey, I know you are ‘The Moon Taeil, vocalist of Uni Band’ and you have a powerful voice. I am really happy to meet you and I want to be on your team.” She smiled brightly as she stretched her hand to him. He hesitated a bit wondering that how did she know so much about him but then approached her.  

“But how did you know so much about me? I don’t think I catch that much attention!”

“You are just like Jungwoo explained. Down to earth.” She said with a smile.

“How do you know Jungwoo?”

“He is my brother. And he always talks about you. He is like your fanboy. He is one who informed me that you approached Johnny for project work. But I didn’t know that ultimately you will come to me.”

“What does he talk about me?” Said Johnny with a sly smile.

“He warned me to keep distance with you.” She said with a shrug that made Taeil laugh.

“You are cool!” he said with a thumbs up while laughing.

“Okay, okay. Hyung, I am warning you. Don’t take her innocent looks for granted. Her glasses can make you fool.”

“Who are you to warn her?” everyone turned their head towards the new voice.

They saw a cheerful Jungwoo walking towards them with a fake pout. They looked alike.

“I think I warned you Hyung to stay away from my sister,” he said eyeing Johnny.

“She is funny, cool, and has great skills as I can see from the wall itself. And Johnny was saying that you are an all-rounder. So, I think you are way better than Jungwoo” said Taeil making Y/n shy.

“Don’t forget Hyung that she developed feelings because I always praised you in front of her. And every day she would wait to listen about you. And she had even attended your band concerts only because of you. She has already fallen for you. Do you really think you two met by chance?” he said with one breath.  

Busted! Exposed! Everything!

Y/n had already turned red tomato on her sudden exposure. She felt as if a child caught by her mother eating ice cream at night. Jungwoo realized that he was going to be locked out of the house that night. But the arrow had already released from the bow.

She gathered her things in a moment and ran out of the club but she didn’t know she was being followed.

“Y/n, Y/n…” she realized the voice easily as she already went to the concert numerous times to see him only. Her pace was fast but Taeil was faster than him. This time he was successful to reach her not like the Uni skit where he had missed catching Johnny on the stage itself. As Taeil stopped in front of her, she had no choice than stopping there. They both stood there for some time to catch their breath. As she relaxed she had planned to again run from the spot. But Taeil held her wrist just in time.

“Give me your number, Y/n,” said Taeil still breathing heavily.

“Wh..why?”, she almost fumbled with her words as her heart was beating at a double speed.

“Don’t you want to help me with the project?”

She had almost forgotten about the project amid this hustle.

She stretched her hand shyly and he handed him his phone. She handed him the phone after typing her number. And even before he could contemplate, she again ran away.

“Ah! She is so fast in everything” he smiled looking at his hand which was now a part of the faded blue and black color.

Who knew that Kim Y/n had already started a drumbeat in the heart of Moon Taeil.

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[orangepeelers]

it’s you

my boys go to the beach and are a little very slow on picking up hints

***

Remus awoke to a text from Sirius.

As he saw his name on the screen, excitement bloomed in his stomach and made his toes curl. He felt elated for a brief moment, before forcing himself to punch the feeling down into the recesses of his mind. He couldn’t feel that way about Sirius. He wouldn’t feel that way about Sirius. He’s just your friend, he reminded himself. 

His heart didn’t really get the memo.

Remus rubbed the sleep from his eyes and glanced over at Peter’s sleeping form. The four of them were staying at the Potters’ beach house, spending the hottest days of the summer eating ice cream on the boardwalk and swimming in the ocean. He hated that despite the fact that Sirius was in the room next door with James, a text from him could still have such an effect. 

He unlocked his phone to read the text, anxiety and excitement mingling in his chest. Hey Moons. I woke up a little early today. Proud of me?

Remus grinned and rolled his eyes. Sure I am Pads. Of the four of them, Remus was the only early riser, a fact which he never let them forget. He found Sirius’ gesture endearing, if a little strange. Waking up early was so out of character for him. 

His legs jiggled nervously as he awaited a response. He couldn’t help but wonder whether his waking up early was for a specific reason. Running through his head in an attempt to tamp down his overactive imagination was a constant stream of shutupshutupshutupshutupshut-

Wanna go for a run on the beach?

Remus’ fingers moved of their own accord. Sure. Breakfast at 3 Broomsticks after?

Of course!! See u in like 2 seconds. Love u Moons 

At the last three words, Remus’ heart did a little skip rope routine. He knew it was just Sirius being Sirius, but the words still found the nooks and crannies of his brain and filled him with warmth. They stoked the fire of false hope he had burning in his mind, like vodka on their weekly beach bonfires.

He got dressed quickly, overthinking between his choice of old t shirts before settling on one from some event his parents had organized. Taking care not to wake Peter, he crept to the door and stepped into the hall, easing it shut. Sirius was already in the living room, long hair tied up into a ponytail. Black strands framed his face, bouncing against his cheekbones as he turned to look at Remus.

He flashed the grin that Remus had pictured so many times while trying to fall asleep. “Moons! Ready for our run?”

Remus smiled back. “Shocked that you have this much energy this early.”

Sirius shrugged, still smiling. “I was just in a mood today. C’mon!”

The two walked out the door into the oppressive humidity of the east coast. The orderly streets full of pastel-colored beach houses were quiet in the early morning, the people inside still sleeping off the previous day of swimming and sunbathing. Sirius immediately stripped his shirt off, tucking it into his waistband.

“Fuck, it’s hot.”

Remus pretended to shake his head in disapproval, but his eyes were tracing the sloping lines of the other boy’s biceps, wondering how it would feel to wrap his hands around them. He swallowed the thought before also stripping his shirt. Sirius grinned cockily.

“And I thought you were judging me.”

Remus mock-bowed. “Why, never!” 

They started running, following the unpopulated streets to the beach. It wasn’t too far, and when they got there the sandy plains were mostly empty except for a few people walking. A bubble of laughter and conversation surrounded them, disrupting the early morning silence. They ran along the beach, listening to the waves lap against the shore as they sun came up. By the time they got to the Three Broomsticks, they were soaked in sweat and panting hard.

Sirius pushed his hair off of his forehead and mopped the sweat with his t shirt. “Hell, I’m never waking up early again.”

Remus laughed. “Hey, what about Belgian waffles?”

Sirius considered the waffles for a moment. “Hmm... You do make a very valid point. Maybe I’ll do it once more. As a treat for you, of course.”

They laughed before slipping their shirts on and going inside. The Three Broomsticks was Remus’ favorite restaurant on the boardwalk. The inside was quaint, with blue-checked tablecloths and pictures of patrons and vintage posters lining the walls. Natural light streamed in through the big windows facing the beach as a few other early customers ate and chatted. The brunch rush hadn’t started yet, so they were able to get a table close to the big windows.

Remus studied the boy sitting across from him. His eyes were gray and studious as he read the menu, with a hint of mischievous humor, like he might order blue eggs and burst into laughter before the waiter could say anything. Dark hair fell across his face before he pushed it back, still reading through the list of pancake varieties. 

Sirius glanced up before Remus could look away. “Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something in my teeth?”

Remus just smiled, hoping the flush of embarrassment would be written off as a result of their run. “Just wondering why you’re reading this more intently than anything else I’ve ever seen you look at.”

“Hey, I take my breakfast very seriously, Moons.” He pointed a finger at him, pretending to be stern. “And you should too. It’s an important part of the growing boy’s regimen.”

“Okay, okay.” Remus put his hands up in surrender. “But I know you’re just going to order what you always do.”

“I also like routine, Moons.” Sirius said, shaking his finger before returning to the menu.

A waiter walked over and introduced himself before taking their orders. 

Sirius pretended to think. “I think I’ll have... Chocolate chip Belgian waffles with strawberries and whipped cream.”

Remus shook his head at him. “I’ll have the same.” See, told you so, he mouthed. Sirius just rolled his eyes and smiled. 

The waiter took their menus and walked away. Sirius turned his full attention to Remus. “So, Rem. Lily tells me you have a little summer romance up your sleeve.”

Remus’ heart beat double-time. He’d confessed his crush to Lily, because he just had to tell somebody and he trusted her to keep her mouth shut. Technically, he supposed, she hadn’t told Sirius, but his legs bounced nervously like his deepest secret had been discovered.

Remus laughed awkwardly. “Well, I guess you could say that.”

Sirius cast an analytical look before sinking back into his chair. For a moment, Remus swore disappointment flickered across his face. Impossible, he reminded himself. Silence hung in the air thickly.

“Well, not quite a romance. More like useless pining.” He amended. He met Sirius’ gray eyes, and for once, they were unreadable as he studied him across the table. 

“Well, I think anyone would be lucky to have you.” Sirius said sincerely. “You should tell them. Who knows? They might feel the same, and you can have an actual summer romance.”

Remus smiled, a little sadly. “Yeah. Maybe.” He studied the tablecloth intently, a heavy layer of quiet laced with tension settling over them. They each pretended to be very interested in the cloth napkins.

Sirius cleared his throat, a little awkwardly, trying to break the tension. Thankfully, their waiter arrived with two plates stacked with thick waffles and glasses of fresh, bright orange juice. The arrival of food dispersed some of the binding silence and conversation flowed again as they dug into the hot, crispy-yet-soft waffles. 

They finished up their meal and paid the bill, setting out to walk back to the house. It was about nine, which was still relatively early in beach time. A few people were laying out towels and umbrellas on the beach. The sun was properly up, beating its hot rays down on the morning and dispersing the dew. Sea breeze carried the scent of salt as it ruffled their hair and scattered their laughter. 

As they got onto the more quiet streets, their conversation turned, once again, to talk of summer romances.

Why does he keep bringing this up? Remus thought. The last thing he needed was a reminder that the person he wanted most in the world was unattainable. The constant thought hung about his head like vines in a jungle, and he didn’t want to see those words personified as Sirius rambled on.

“I was really hoping this summer would finally be the one where I wasn’t afraid to speak my mind.” Sirius’ clear voice led Remus back to their conversation. 

A lump formed in Remus’ throat as he nodded. “Me too, honestly.”

They walked side-by-side, spilling out a little onto the lawns of the houses. Remus saw Sirius glance over, almost nervously, as he continued. “Yeah, I’ve sort of had this major crush on someone for a while. But I’ve never been able to tell them.”

Remus laughed, a little bitterly. How ironic that they were each in the same situation, yet Remus knew that Sirius could get anyone he wanted. He probably hadn’t told this mystery person because he wanted to see how long he could drag it out. Not that Sirius was cruel, but he couldn’t see any situation in which he simply couldn’t tell somebody he liked them. It just didn’t make sense. 

“Well, I think you should tell them.”

“Yeah?”

Remus swallowed thickly. What matters is that he’s happy, he reminded himself. All the useless pining in the world didn’t give him a right to impede Sirius’ happiness, or decide who he dated. “Well, if you’ve liked them for a while, then either they’ve figured it out or they’re too stupid to realize. Either way it would be a push in the right direction. And, you’re Sirius fucking Black.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Remus pushed him lightly and smiled. “You know what it means, you egoistic dolt. Like you told me, anyone would be lucky to have you.”

Sirius smiled faintly, as if adding Remus’ words to a mental list. They continued walking until they were about a block from the Potters’. By now, Peter and James were probably being woken up by Mrs. Potter opening curtains and humming. Remus smiled to himself at the thought. He looked over at Sirius, who was deep in thought, brow furrowed. He wished he could see what the other boy was thinking.

All of a sudden, Sirius stopped. He grabbed Remus by the hand and pulled him so they were facing each other. Their chests were bare inches from each other, which Remus was hyper aware of as he looked down into his face. He was a few inches taller than Sirius, and being so close made that feel like a few feet. He could feel his soft breath as they looked into each other’s faces.

Sirius’ gaze was intense as he took a deep breath. He was still holding onto Remus’ hand and he gave it a subconscious squeeze, as if trying to gather confidence. They stood like that for several seconds until either of them remembered to talk.

“What-”

“Rem, I-”

They laughed a little breathlessly. Remus seriously thought that his heart would explode. All he wanted was to close the distance between them. But he restrained himself and settled for saying, “You first.”

Sirius hesitated a moment, before resolve hardened in his eyes. “It’s you.”

“What?”

“You’re the summer romance person. You’re the person I’ve liked for a while.”

Remus blinked. The words floated around his head before he was able to string them together. All he could do was stare back at Sirius, unable to believe what he was hearing. He felt like a fish gasping on a dry dock, unable to suck in air to form words. “I- um, I-”

Sirius stared back, expression alert as Remus floundered for words. Finally, he was able to peel the letters from his throat and force the sentence out. “It’s you too.”

They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, as the realization of their words settled around them like snow. Slowly, Sirius placed his hands on Remus shoulders, the around his neck, fingers tracing the muscles there gently. His hands shook Remus out of his stupor and he pulled Sirius closer, hands on his waist.

Then Sirius kissed him.

The kiss was everything a kiss should be. Deep in his stomach, Remus felt the same excitement from earlier in the morning return a hundredfold. Sirius’ mouth was soft and sweet from the waffles. They were so close, bodies pressed together despite the summer heat. He felt like a body of stars, constellations blooming on his skin wherever Sirius touched him. Adrenaline raced through his body as Sirius pulled back to look at him.

He smiled, softer than Remus had seen him before, a smile just for him. “I’d say this is my summer.”

Remus smiled back, hands intertwining behind his waist. “I’d say so too.”

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[notveryglittery]

kiss me

summary: a series of kisses.  words: 1,820 / ship: romantic royality notes: @hawthornshadow​ said “kiss me” by sixpence none the richer and royality and this happened? i wrote it on discord so it’s kinda plotless and messy but it’s cute, imo!! shout out to @sleepless-in-starbucks​ for encouraging me along the way <3 

please listen to “kiss me” while you read!!  read on ao3 | @fandersfic-royality 

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If this godforsaken town has one thing going for it, it’s Patton Hart. He is sweet, and handsome, and mesmerizing. From the light floppy sun hats to the pastel spaghetti strap dresses; from his strawberry blond curls to the sharp emerald green of his eyes; from the sure swift grace he moves with and the mischievous smile he hides behind his hand. There is confidence in Patton that makes Roman wonder if he really isn’t from the city, if he truly has been born and raised out here in wheat fields and sunflower plains. 

They meet when Roman is sixteen. He and his mother have only just moved to Iowa and don't get him wrong, he'd go to the ends of the Earth for his mom, but did her job really have to transfer her to the middle of nowhere? Roman isn’t sure this tiny little town even knows what Starbucks was. There’s one grocery store, one gas station, a library that also doubles as the cinema which makes absolutely no sense, and an ice cream parlor. They have an ice cream parlor but they don’t have stable WiFi and what was the gosh darn ding dang point of a cute, aesthetic ice cream parlor if he can’t post on Instagram about it? 

Roman had been hoping it'd take some time to explore his new home, to get to know the lay of the land, but it really only takes him a day and a half, and that is only because they arrived late in the evening. It isn’t until after Roman has the streets memorized (which isn’t difficult given that there are about nine of them) that he stops in at Scoops 'n Smiles. He thinks it a stupid name but then again, most of this town is still stupid to him, because he’s still bitter about living in it. 

It all gets a whole less stupid when a greeting rings out to him as he steps inside.

*

Roman might not know anything about the cute employee behind the counter but the cute employee behind the counter certainly knows plenty about Roman. It is such a small town, after all, and word spreads fast. He’s a city boy, out here with his mama, and so far he’s been nothing but polite, if not a little grumpy. Neither of them would admit it until they’d been engaged for five months, eight days, and thirteen hours - but the love at first sight is entirely mutual. 

Roman approaches the counter with a spring in his step and stars in his eyes. Patton had smiled coyly at him. 

“Hiya, welcome to Scoops ’n Smiles,” Patton would say sweetly. 

Roman would choke (“your accent,” he’d explain later, “god, you were so cute.”) and Patton would find his stammering endearing. They’re only sixteen but Patton has never been so sure of something in his life. He’d marry this boy, if the fates would allow it. 

Maybe Patton hands Roman a napkin with his ice cream, despite there being a dispenser at the counter beside the spoons. Maybe it has Patton’s phone number written on it. Maybe Patton winks at Roman as he leaves, gripping his cone so tightly it is close to crumbling. Maybe Patton screams into a dish towel the moment the parlor is empty again.

*

Their first date is, not to put it loosely, magical. Roman learns quickly that anything is magical where Patton was involved. They go out to the lake. It’s a beautiful day, sunny and bright and warm. Patton is wearing a sundress in a shade of blue that matches the sky. Roman wears the wrong pair of shoes and they are caked in mud by the end of the day, but that’s alright. 

The stars are sparkling brighter than Roman has ever seen, laying in the bed of Patton’s truck beside the barley fields and green pastures. Lightning bugs flit in and out of view, the air is cool on his skin, and Patton is telling him all about the constellations.

“How d’you know so much?” Roman asks. 

“My cousin taught me when he visited last year,” Patton answers, turning to look at Roman, and smiling, smiling so sparkling and pretty that the stars no longer compare. “I’m pretty sure he used it to do the same thing I’m doing.” 

“And what’s that?” 

“Trying to impress a boy he liked.” 

Patton tastes like strawberry ice cream and vanilla chapstick. Roman doesn’t see it, given he’s so very focused on kissing Patton (kissing Patton!), but a shooting star streaks across the sky, and it really all might as well be made for movies.

*

Let it be known that Patton is never one to be outdone. He throws himself into his projects and his friendships and his work. His pa tells him to be careful about giving and giving and giving, that he has to slow down sometimes. Patton thinks that silly; how could he ever do that when he has so much love and energy bottled up inside, so much that he feels like he might burst with it? Roman matches him here and it is exhilarating. City boy is outgoing and adventurous and go go go. It feels so good to finally have someone that can keep up. 

What could possibly go wrong when Patton has someone as wonderful and sincere and bright as Roman at his side? 

Winter is approaching and so the town is celebrating its autumn harvest. They do this at the end of every season and it’s Roman's first time attending one. There are games and prizes, treats and cider, and when the cleared space for a dance floor is glowing with moonlight, and the band is at full swing, Roman takes Patton by the hands, swinging and spinning him around. 

By the end of the night, the fireflies dancing and the silver moon sparkling, Roman will press a kiss to Patton's lips and murmur breathlessly "I love you." 

Never one to be outdone, Patton will return it, and he'll continue with hushed compliments, and light pecks anywhere he can reach, and by the end, Roman will be as red as the changing leaves.

*

If Roman had known he'd only have two years, he'd have done more with his time. He'd have confessed his love sooner, he'd have made sure to take more photos, he'd have done better.  

It’s at the broken treehouse and working tire swing that they've taken to spending their free mornings at. Patton is wearing his favorite sun hat, the one with the flowers. Roman’s pushing him on the swing, soaking in the sound of his laughter and the warm unfiltered sunlight. He doesn’t want to go. 

They sit down for a picnic, looking at an old map Patton's dad had given them, one marked with trails and clearings and lakes. The idea of spending his summer with Patton exploring and hiking sounds so much better than going back to concrete skyscrapers and smog. He doesn’t want to go.  

"I have to go." 

Patton looks at him curiously. 

"Home, I mean."

"You are home," Patton assures him. 

"I -" and it's all Roman can say before tears are stinging at the corners of his eyes. 

Patton's expression crumbles and he hurries to pull Roman into his arms, shushing him, and pressing kisses to the top of his head, and running a hand up and down his back. Somehow, it doesn’t help.

*

The following three years are dreadful. They are boring and slow and lonely and Patton finally understands what his pa meant by taking it easy. He can’t work at Smiles ’n Scoops without remembering this is where he met the love of his life, he can’t attend harvest festivals without recalling the way Roman had blushed so prettily after their first I love you, he can’t look at the broken treehouse in the park without remembering the way it had felt to hold a crying, trembling Roman in his arms. 

Sure, there are letters and texts and video calls. They don’t compare to the way Roman’s hand fits perfectly in his. The freckles Roman had earned from all his time in the sun fade the longer he is back in the city. His hair is darker and there are bags under his eyes and Patton wonders if it is because it’s so noisy there; he can hear it through the phone sometimes. 

Roman does get better, over time. He gets used to the noise and the monotone colors and it is almost like he was never in Iowa to begin with. That doesn’t mean anything, though, because three years and eight months and two weeks later, he’s packed everything he owns, and he moves back home. 

Home is where the heart is after all. More accurately, home is where the Hart is. 

Maybe he keeps it a secret. Maybe he meets up with Patton's father and asks for his blessing. Maybe the entire town is on the same page for once and doesn’t spread the word. Maybe Patton doesn’t see Roman sneaking up on him at the autumn harvest festival. 

Maybe when Patton turns around, Roman is behind him on one knee. Maybe when they kiss this time, it is with shaking hands and tears of joy and a ring that sparkles like the silver moon.

*

Five months, eight days, and thirteen hours into being engaged and Roman is still as hopelessly smitten as he has been since day one. He’s helping Patton to figure out his new phone. Somehow, Patton’s had the same iPhone 5 for over seven years, and it was still in perfect working condition. There wasn’t a scratch or dent on it, not once had it needed to be factory reset. When Roman asks how Patton does it (because Roman has gone through at least four phones), Patton says sweetly, like the way he does the day they met: 

“I take care of the things I love.” 

And it should just be something Patton says but nothing Patton ever says is just something and someone might as well be crowing “one hit KO” because Roman is down for the count. 

“I loved you at first sight,” Patton sighs, as if Roman isn’t already dead. “I said to the fates, I’m going to marry that boy.” 

Roman falls over, swooning onto Patton’s lap. The harvest festivals see them on the moonlit dance floor less often, too busy staying curled up beside each other. “Dearheart, please have mercy.” 

Patton grins mischievously and leans over to press a kiss to Roman's lips. There are fireflies dancing around him and his strawberry blond curls look like they're glowing. "Now why ever would I do that?" 

And if Roman confesses beneath the milky twilight to Patton, too, that he'd fallen in love at first sight, hoping to fluster his fiancé (his fiancé!) in return, well... Patton is never one to be outdone.

#sanders sides fan fiction #royality #royality fan fiction #roman sanders #patton sanders #romantic royality #dani writes #y'all idk how to write in one tense lol

[juniaships]

Vanessa Marble-Whittaker Bio **redux**

I had to delete the old post due to spelling mistakes and to add more info, but here is the official character bio for my AIO OC....possibly the only one in existence 😅 Contains spoilers and subject matter of abuse & postpartum depression; if you're curious you might have to do look into the main story arcs of AIO for easier understanding.

Full Name: Vanessa Crystal Marble Whittaker (nee Marble;)

Age: Unspecified but around late 20s to mid 30s

Birthday: May 15th

Race: African American (with European ancestry on both sides)

Fandom: Adventures in Odyssey

Voice Claim: Cree Summer; Vivica A. Fox is also a good alternate

Character Role: Heroine & love interest/spouse of Jason Whittaker

Items: Cross necklace, Midnight Manor (formerly Blackgaard's Castle)

Relationships

Family: Robienne Marble (mother), Regis Blackgaard (father), Edwin Blackgaard (uncle), Jerry Jr. (son, infant), John Whittaker (father in law), Monty (nephew in law), Jana (sister in Law)

Friends at Whit's End: Whit, Eugene, Connie, Katrina, Angel (pet doberman)

Acquaintances: Nuns, denizens of Odyssey

Love Interest: Her primary love interest and eventual husband is Jason Whittaker. They began as tensse & awkward relationship during the Blackgaard Saga duento their contrasting personalities, before becoming close friends and allies. They do not become completely official until after Novacom. Their relationship is regarded as the bonafide example of "Opposites Attract" in Odyssey.

Enemies: While enemies are far and few, she considers her own father as the major obstacle between her and a peaceful life. She was a major player against Novacom. She had a brief yey tense rivalry with Monica Stone (partly for Jason's affections) but the two made peace at the end.

Appearance

- Average height (say, 5'7)

-Brown skin, light brown eyes, and wavy-curly black hair

-Has an average body type (pear shaped) and seemed to gain a few pounds since giving birth

-Typically were darker shades of purple, blue, with the occasional maroon

-Sense of fashion is put together, professional even if casual

- Still has her nun fatigues

Personality

Vanessa is a composed and reserved lady with a deep connection to God, while respecting other religions (and non religious). While seen as a cold person at first glance, she is actually very kind and open-minded, though she isn't immune to making sardonic comments once in a while. While not really great around kids, she has moments of being supportive. After becoming a mother she is rather clueless, though well-meaning and tries her hardest to be the parent her father wasn't.

One of her biggest obstacle is overcoming her aloof demeanor. She needed to learn to open up to others and to out faith in her new friends. Even now she still has her moments of keeping her true emotions, though she has a wide circle of friends and a spouse to talk to. Vanessa was also ashamed of her Blackgaard blood, though she learns to come to terms with her past in order to create a brighter future for herself and the rest of her family. Sometimes she is prone to feeling inadequate and jealous, especially during brief periods of romantic rivalry.

There is a fierce protective side that comes out when loved ones are threatened, as seen with the Blackgaard and Novacom Sagas. She dislikes staying on the sidelines and does whatever she can to help out. She even broke her vows to protect her mother Robienne when Regis came into town, and later inspired her uncle Edwin to stay and fight her father to help save Odyssey.

While studious snd intelligent, Vanessa is not very tech savvy, naturally preferring traditional mediums such as writing letters and books. While she learns how to use computers and cellphones, don't expect her to be a technophile anytime soon. She expresses curiosity and concerns over the next invention hubby makes.

Abilities

Vanessa can memorize a lot a bible verses which she uses as prayer, or as a quip. She also has taken self defense classes to hold her her own.

- Strengths: In her early years she proved to be surprisingly strong and fast when need be. She can adapt to certain situations and keep her cool. Clever and resourceful, Vanessa often thinks and plans her actions. She can speak three languages (Spanish, French, and Mandarin Chinese) and plans om studying more.

- Weaknesses: After pregnancy she isn't as physically strong and has to limit herself to recover, and can be overpowered by much stronger foes. Vanessa is not very good at advanced technology, and she is a bad cook (Jason keeps her away from the stove as much as possible).

Backstory Vanessa was the only child of Regis and Robienne Blackgaard. Their marriage had be a short and rocky one marred by neglect, emotional manipulation and mental abuse. Finally, on the guidance of Edwin (Regis's brother) Robienne decided she had enough and divorced Regis when Vanessa was two years old. Robienne moved her daughter to New England to be with family, and the two lived peacefully after that. After graduating high school, Vanessa went to the nunnery and stayed there for a few years, while Robienne moved to the Midwest to pursue a career in teaching.

However Vanessa soon grew discontent, feeling as though she was missing out on normal young adult life. Should she stay as a nun or forge her own path?

She would find clues to her answer in the form of receiving news about her father moving to Odyssey - the same town her mother lived. Fearing for her mother's life, Vanessa requested a temporary break in vows, family business, she had said. Settling in Odyssey (under the surname Newman) she got a job working at Whit's End and as a private tutor.

Following major and minor events including the Blackgaard, Novacom, and Green Ring Conspiracy drama, Jason proposed to Vanessa, and they had a summer wedding (but not before overcoming premarital jitters and a threat from Jason's past). Two years after their union (or as of current Odyssey storyline) they had a little boy named Jerry Jr. (named after Jason's deceased brother). Vanessa continues to work at Whit's End as a curator and artist.

Major Storylines: If she was canon she would've been a major player in some of Odyssey's biggest stories including:

- Blackgaard Saga: Her debut, she came to town to take care of her mother & to confront her father on troubled past. She was hired to work at Whit's End where she met then-owner Jack Allen & the previous owner's son Jason for the first time. The townsfolk were.mesmerized by the seemingly mysterious woman and rumors started to abound. Near the climax, Vanessa revealed to Connie and Eugene that came to Odyssey to protect her mother from Regis. Towards the end of the saga, she, her uncle Edwin, and a few townsfolk helped to set up a trap for her father to save Odyssey.

Novacom Saga: She was a big player in taking down Novacom, using her skills writing letters to raise awareness on Novacom's shady actions. This is where her rivalry with Monica Stone began as Vanessa feelings for Jason turn romantic. After Novacom, she would be involved in more stories.

Green Ring Conspiracy: Following Jason's supposed "death" she briefly left Odyssey in mourning. Her uncle and mother managed to convince her to come back to Odyssey. She was unaware of Jason's secret of being alive and working as the Stiletto, and had several encounters with the Stiletto where the mysterious man left her roses and notes of endearment. The two would later reunite after Jason retuned to town, but Vanessa was angry with him for keeping secrets from her. After a long time (and counsel from Whit) she forgave him, and the two reconciled with the promise of being more open with each other.

Courtship Of Jason & Vanessa: An original storyline where the romance between her and Jason comes full circle, leading to their engagement! If only they could overcome personal inhibitions, a hateful doberman, past rivals and a threat from Jason's spy work!

Junior's Birth & Beyond: A couple of years into their marriage Vanessa became pregnant. She was anxious over multiple scenarios, her growing appetite and mood swings. After her son was born she developed symptoms of postpartum depression and sought medications and therapy. Slowly but surely, her mental health improved, & her anxieties faded away. As of now she has gotten involved with the current Rydell Saga.

Trivia

Vanessa won several awards for her artwork and has them on display everywhere in Odyssey

She is one of my most complex characters, but also one starting to really grow on me mostly out of nostalgia for the series

- Characters that inspired Vanessa's creation are Megara (Disney Hercules), Rei/Sailor Mars (Sailor Moon), Esther (biblical stories), Tzipporah (biblical stories esp. Dreamworks The King of Egypt), Talia Al Ghul, and Elisa Maza (Gargoyles). Other inspos include Maria Von Trapp and Marian Ravenwood.

- Vanessa was made to have a unique female character to contrast Connie and Katrina. Also because I have a soft spot for the Forbidden Love trope (if done right).

- She is the only main character OC of mine that is explicitly religious. She was Catholic and while she converted to Protestant, she still holds on to Catholic values. She is also the only main OC to be a parent as of current.

- Vanessa still visits her old nunnery when she and Jason goes to New England.

- She has bouts of postpartum depression, and takes medication to regulate.

- Her favorite things are the color blue, making her own pigments, and coffee flavored ice cream

Quotes

"Blackgaard already made our lives miserable uncle Edwin! If you leave now you're only giving him more power! You helped mama and I so many times, so it's my turn to return the favor!"

"Connie I'm a nun not a miracle worker."

"If my mother superior saw what I'm doing right now I would've had an early meeting with the Lord!"

"No more secrets. From now on it's just truth and nothing but the truth. Except for my age, don't ask me how old I am."

"Sheesh with all these buttons I'm surprised we didn't destroy Odyssey yet!"

"Jason I know you're worried about the baby but did you have to baby proof the doghouse too?"

"My little Angel! Who's a good girl? Who's a good girl!"

"I can't believe I can still wear this after all these years!?"

"Jason Whittaker you have got to be the most stubborn, reckless, foolhardy man I have ever met, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

"You call it junk I call it avant garde."

"I'm not responsible for my father's sins but I am responsible for mine. But my mother and uncle are in trouble. If not for me then please, do it for them!"

"She doesn't hate you Jason, she hates everyone equally."

"I guess God had a plan in store for me after all. I would've never met such wonderful people."

"Are you going to keep talking or should I start the kissing?"

Pictures

I haven't drawn any references for her yet, so that's going to be on a separate post

#adventures in odyssey #aio radio #blackgaard saga #novacom saga #green ring conspiracy #canon x oc #oc x canon #jason x oc #jason whittaker #oc: vanessa marble #oc bio #adventures in odyssey radio show #aio #i wanna make aio more inclusive and less er 'christian propaganda' i still enjoy the series tho

[theycallmegothboy]

1-100 >:DDDD REVENGE!!!

FELIXXXXXXXXXXXX >:(( 1. Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?  -spotify  2. is your room messy or clean? -it’s pretty messy i guess  3. what color are your eyes? -blue and grey

4. do you like your name? why? -yeah it’s fine 5. what is your relationship status? -single 6. describe your personality in 3 words or less -certified intrusive thot 7. what color hair do you have? -brown and rn it’s red 8. what kind of car do you drive? color? -i dont have a car 9. where do you shop? -hot topic, goodwill, target 10. how would you describe your style? -comfy emo 11. favorite social media account -of mine, probably discord or youtube 12. what size bed do you have? -twin >:(( 13. any siblings? -i have 1.5 brothers  14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? -probably vancouver, idk canada seems lit 15. favorite snapchat filter? -i like the one with devil horns and a tail but its cute 16. favorite makeup brand(s) -i dont wear makeup 17. how many times a week do you shower? -i used to shower every day, but i dont do anything that gets me dirty so like maybe 3 times but if i leave the house then i shower 18. favorite tv show? -stranger things 19. shoe size?  -8 or 9 20. how tall are you? -5′6 with shoes >:(( 21. sandals or sneakers? -sneakers wtf 22. do you go to the gym? -lol no 23. describe your dream date -making some pie or something together and then eating the pie and then sitting on some rooftop looking at stars 24. how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? -quite a bit actually but i’m saving up for a phone lol so soon it will be like maybe 10 dollars lmao 25. what color socks are you wearing? -not wearing socks but the ones i had earlier were white (ankle length) 26. how many pillows do you sleep with? -just one but it sucks 27. do you have a job? what do you do? -NO BUT IM TRYING TO GET A JOB BUT THE FUCKIN PEOPLE THERE ARE GHOSTING ME AND WONT REPLY TO MY EMAILS SO LIKE SBJHBJS 28. how many friends do you have? -like 4 lmao 29. whats the worst thing you have ever done? -idk nothing super bad but i do a lot of small shit that makes me feel guilty when i realize what i did 30. whats your favorite candle scent? -juniper rosewood 31. 3 favorite boy names -leo, clay, charlie 32. 3 favorite girl names -ivy, uh... idk thats all ive got 33. favorite actor? -no clue 34. favorite actress? -no clue 35. who is your celebrity crush? -not a celeb but i’d smash danny phantom 36. favorite movie? -nightmare before christmas or edward scissorhands 37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? -no, but my fav book is probably the prince and the pauper? idk 38. money or brains? -CASH MONEYYYY jk probably brains but if your entire personality is being “smart” like fuck off lmao   39. do you have a nickname? what is it? - a bunch of people call me son (see #49, #100), some call me rat, dumdum, goth boy

40.how many times have you been to the hospital? -just once i think when i was birthed. i also went once with my brother cause he kicked some scissors i left out on the floor and it sliced his toe the fuck open and he needed stitches and i watched him get the stitches and almost passed out :/ 41. top 10 favorite songs -please dont make me do this i dont have it in me 42. do you take any medications daily? -yea i take 20mg of vyvanse but i need to get it raised to 30 cause 20 is Not Enough 43. what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) -i got some dry fuckin skin yall dont even know 44. what is your biggest fear?  -it depends. the dark is a pretty constant one though 45. how many kids do you want? -like 2 or 3 eventually 46. whats your go to hair style? -in my face, looking stupid 47. what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)  -it’s pretty small 48. who is your role model? -i dont fuckin know lmao  49. what was the last compliment you received? - “i belive in you, my son, you’re an amazing human being“ (same friend mentioned in #100, not actually a parent of mine) 50. what was the last text you sent? -”no it’s a raccoon“ YOU GET NO CONTEXT LMAO 51. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? -i dont think i ever hardcore believed in him, maybe i did though i remember sleeping under the tree one christmas eve waiting for him but i was like “oh yeah that makes sense“ i guess 52. what is your dream car?  -i honestly dont give a shit as long as it actually fucking works 53. opinion on smoking? -cigarettes? fuck no that’s nastyyy. weed? that’s fine i guess but wait till you’re like 18.  54. do you go to college? -no. am sophomore n highschool 55. what is your dream job?  -musician/palentologist 56. would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?  -fuck the suburbs lmao, but also im tired of rural, so like.. semi urban?? 57. do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?  -no but i take the little soaps >:)) 58. do you have freckles?  -yes 59. do you smile for pictures? -awkwardly, yes 60. how many pictures do you have on your phone?  -dont have a phone but i have like 12 on my computer currently. 4 are of me, the rest are of my cat or random shit 61. have you ever peed in the woods?  -yes 62. do you still watch cartoons?  -cartoons these days kinda suck but like if they were good fuck yeah i would like gravity falls can come hang yknow? 63. do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? -i had nuggets from mcdonalds today so i guess them? i dont really care 64. Favorite dipping sauce?  -i got sweet and sour but i dont like it that much. that schezuan sauce was great 65. what do you wear to bed?  -wouldnt you like to know? ;))  66. have you ever won a spelling bee?  -NO ive only been in two. the first one i misspelled the word “turmoil“ cause i had never heard it before and the second one i spelled the word “owed“ as “ode“ cause i was thinking like ode to joy and then i felt like a big Fool afterwards :(( 67. what are your hobbies? -lol what hobbies 68. can you draw?  -i am physically able to draw, but not well, no 69 (haha). do you play an instrument? -yeah i play a few 70. what was the last concert you saw?  -i saw Chicago in either georgia or tennessee i cant remember in like 2016 71. tea or coffee? -hot coffee, iced tea. NOT the other way around. (i love both though) 72. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? -starbucks 73. do you want to get married? -sure why not 74. what is your crush’s first and last initial? -dont have a crush 75. are you going to change your last name when you get married?  -idk maybe 76. what color looks best on you?  -i dont know but i wear black a lot and that’s pretty dope 77. do you miss anyone right now? -yeah  78. do you sleep with your door open or closed? -closed 79. do you believe in ghosts? -on the fence. not 100% “oh my god look at these gHoSt oRbS i need to sage my house!!!“ but i accept that there’s some things i wont understand about the world and that i have no answers to. i wouldnt be surprised if there are, and i wouldnt be surprised if there aren’t. 80. what is your biggest pet peeve? -whatever my adhd decides i viscerally hate with a firey passion right at that moment  81. last person you called -my brother (the 1 of the 1.5 from #13 and the one who sliced his toe in #40) 82. favorite ice cream flavor?  -chocolate is dope 83. regular oreos or golden oreos?  -regular double stuff. if you say golden, mint, peppermint, or thin oreos i’m gonna have to euthanize you, i dont make the rules.  84. chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? -rainbow cause it’s prettier  85. what shirt are you wearing?  -queen shirt from hot topic 86. what is your phone background? -i didnt get a phone between question 60 and now but my computer one is some mountains with the moon in the background 87. are you outgoing or shy? -really depends on who i’m around 88. do you like it when people play with your hair? -YES FUCK AAAAAAA (this girl played with my hair literally once in middle school and i was like oh shit and i had a crush on her until the end of middle school true story,,, so ashley if you’re out there-) 89. do you like your neighbors? -to the left they’re fine and their dog is nice but idk what happened to the horses so that’s sus but that’s where our cat came from so they can hang  guess, behind me they’re fine but their boys are loud, to the right they’re fine, and even further to the right are the dope neighbors and waaaaaaaaaay far to the right is a llama and he’s dope as hell 90. do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? -whenever the fuck i remember to/have the energy 91. have you ever been high?  -i dont think so but i wouldnt put it past myself 92. have you ever been drunk?  -not that i can remember, no 93. last thing you ate?  -sloppy joe from a can 94. favorite lyrics right now -”not gonna waste my life, cause i’ve been fucked up“ 95. summer or winter?  -fall. fuck you 96. day or night?  -night but i like it when it’s actually night and it doesnt get dark at like 4 fucking pm cause that makes me depressed 97. dark, milk, or white chocolate? -dark is good, milk is fine, white is only suitable for fancy stripes on chocolate covered strawberries 98. favorite month?  -i vibe with september 99. what is your zodiac sign -sagittarius (was almost a scorpio but i was holding out >:))) 100. who was the last person you cried in front of?  -in person, my mom like 6 months ago, on a discord call, my friend (i love you by the way, you’re the best,,, i dont think he has tumblr but im just putting it out there) like a month or so ago. i hate crying in front of people, i turn into such a hyperventilating snot monster which is not suitable for human gaze and thats the real tea :/

felix this took like 2 hours of my life i will never get back i hate you and i hope you’re happy with what you’ve done <3 <3

also anyone who wants to stalk me, enjoy this information that im handing to you on a silver platter :)) <3

[galaxyacerodoesart]

Me, waking up at 2 AM: V O C A L O I D  C O O K I E S . OR AS I LIKE TO CALL THEM... C O O K I E L O I D . 

YEEEAH SO. Wish I had a better explanation for this, but truth is...I just had the random idea of “Vocaloid as if they were cookies from Cookie Run” and then this happened. 

My idea was to make them more “connected” to the food/drink item related to them, like it was their main ingredient in cookie form, while still making their design obvious so... I tried my best pff

And obviously I didn’t do ALL Vocaloid because seriously, I can’t even keep up with how many there are, the heck SOO I just focused on the “main/original/most popular/the ones I liked the most”  And they were also the ones who canonly had some sort of food item related to them?? Who remembers the wild times where Vocaloid had some food/drink item connected to them, haha wild times. under read more is some extra notes on their design.

Yeah so... -Miku is Leek, obviously. Styling her hair to look like leeks was amazing pfff Not many changes since Miku’s design IS iconic as it is, I just changed the main teal color to a more green-ish one. -Luka was a little tricky, since her food is Tuna, I kinda just...went with a sea food in general idea and just- made her look like she came straight out of Splatoon. And I changed some of her colors in her outfit as an nod to the color of Tuna meat. -Meiko item is Sake, so of course I just took the Sparkling route and made her hair sparkly while still keeping a somewhat brown color, since Sake is usually white but I still wanted the normal brown from her hair to appear. -Rin and Len where...tricky, but also easy at the same time. Rin item is Orange, while Len is Banana AND GUESS WHAT?! Both foods are ALREADY COOKIES in the game, so I was able to look at them for inspiration. But the hard part was making them different enough from the cookies, while still making them..somewhat similar since they have the whole mirror/twins going on. -Kaito item is Ice Cream, so to keep with the blue color, I went with Blue Moon Ice Cream to be more specific :O I also looked at Wizard Cookie design since it is pretty clear he is suppose to be some sort of Ice Cream cookie pff -Gumi had a similar “problem” that the Kagamine Twins had, and that is her food is Carrot, which is already an existing Cookie, BUT I think I managed to work well having her hair styled after carrot leaves and the orange being just in her outfit. Kinda like already is...Her whole color palette screams “Carrot” already which definitely worked out for me pfff -AND FINALLY. GAKUPO. OH BOY WHERE DO I BEGIN.  Ok so, design wise I didn’t have much problems...His food item is an Eggplant, which I already had ideas on what to do, BUT THAT OUTFIT OF HIS.... SERIOUSLY, WHO DESIGNED GAKUPO, LOOKED AT HIS OUTFIT AND THOUGHT “YEAH, THIS LOOKS FINE.” BECAUSE I REALLY WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A CHAT WITH THEM. adaskldj ok but... for real. His outfit was the main problem I had, BUT i managed to work with it in the end, so everything is fine. He got Eggplants in his hair, his main color palette was changed from purple and blue to purple and a more green-ish color. And I love how he looks in the end pfff But I still hate his normal outfit.

#cookie run #vocaloid #hatsune miku #i...i am not tagging all of them im sorry dashdakj #only miku get tagged as she IS the main deal #my art #This obviously isn't OCs or anything just the normal characters as if they were from CR pff #but if they were to be OCs I can imagine they would all be androids and such #Probably all in the Epic rank #except from Miku. She deserves the Legendary rank since she is our lord and savior.

[frogsagainandagain]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Katara/Zuko (Avatar) Characters: Sokka (Avatar), Suki (Avatar), Katara (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar), Jin (Avatar) Additional Tags: Flowers, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Homecoming Summary:

Katara liked the way his eyes shined gold in the light. She thought his hair would look better tied up, like Sokka’s, instead of shaggy and messy, and she could tell he didn’t come to the dance alone, boutonniere on his collar.

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Katara liked the way his eyes shined gold in the light. She thought his hair would look better tied up, like Sokka’s, instead of shaggy and messy, and she could tell he didn’t come to the dance alone, boutonniere on his collar. 

She didn’t know him, meaning he was probably an upperclassman. She heard Sokka’s voice in her head. Always the older boys Katara, first Jet, then Haru, now this. She frowned. It wasn’t that she tried to go after older boys; it just happened, much to Aang’s disappointment. Perhaps it was something to do with her mothering nature. It was harder to mother boys three years her senior. 

She glanced back at him, grinding his hips awkwardly, a trap beat blaring over the speakers. She tried not to notice what, or rather who, he was grinding his hips against. As awkward as he looked grinding against this girl (his date?) it would be a hell of a lot more awkward to be caught staring at him, so she moved her eyes, to something, anything else. 

The lights flashed green as Suki ran up to Katara, “Where have you been? We’ve been looking for you all night!” Suki motioned Sokka, quickly following behind her. 

“Yeah! I need to keep my eye on you to make sure you don’t start dancing with any of these idiots!” Sokka exclaimed, “Any of these guys could easily ask you to dance any moment, but none of them are good enough for my little sister.”

“Sokka! I am old enough to dance with any guys of my choosing! You’re not in charge of me.”

“You might be old enough to dance, but you’re not old enough to ‘dance’,” he made quotation marks with his fingers, “like THAT!” pointing to the older boy Katara had her eye on earlier. He had fallen into a rhythm, moving with the beat, his grinding was less stiff and awkward and more pornographic. 

Katara blushed. The bright colored lights hid her rouge. 

“Zuko… always making a scene,” Sokka whispered to himself.

Suki giggled, “You’re just jealous that you aren’t a star athlete from unimaginable wealth”

“Not true! I’m a star athlete! And who cares if he’s rich? Not me.”

“Star chess player is not the same as a star athlete, Sokka”

Sokka crossed his arms as Suki and he continued to argue. Katara drowned them out, looking from her brother and his girlfriend back to the handsome stranger, Zuko. That’s what Sokka had said. 

She had heard the rumors about Zuko. Transferred from a fancy private school here last year, apparently, he was a trained martial artist, and transferred those skills to the wrestling mat once he realized public schools don’t have martial arts teams. Placed third in the state for wrestling last year, best in school history. According to the rumors he was fluent in Japanese, his father was a higher-up in an oil company, and his uncle was a high-ranking military official. Although Katara knew of him, she had yet to see him, he didn’t have any social media to find pictures of him on. He also didn’t have any friends. Thus, Katara had almost two months at school without seeing the infamous transfer student. And despite all the rumors, no one had mentioned that he was absolutely stunning. 

When Katara turned back to Sokka and Suki, they were gone, lost in the crowd of the dance. She grunted in frustration, heading to the bathroom to hopefully find someone she knew. 

The bathroom lights are shown impossibly bright compared to the flashing colors of the dance, and the booming music was muted to a dull hush, amplified whenever someone opened the door to the crowded room. Katara’s eyes searched the room, for any familiar face, but she was still alone. She assumed her friends had left the dance early once they realized the events of Homecoming didn’t exactly line up with their innocent expectations. She sent a quick text to Valarie, asking where the girls went, before glancing at her reflection. Her lip gloss had lost all its glossiness. She dug into her bag to find the bottle, gently applying a second coat to her lips, when the bathroom opened once again, revealing the loud thumping beat, and something else? Crying. No. Sobbing. 

Katara looked towards the door to see a young brunette girl stumble in, tears rolling down her face, makeup destroyed. She looked familiar, but Katara couldn’t place her. The girl’s friends soothed her, rubbing her back, hushing her sobs. “Jin, Jin, you gotta tell us what happened,” One girl whispered, to which another replied, “We can’t help you if we don’t know what’s wrong.” 

Katara felt wrong for listening to their conversation but continued to touch up her makeup, pretending t ignore the scene next to her.

The sobs grew softer and softer until the girl finally choked out, “He called some other girl’s name. MAI. I thought we were really making a connection. I thought I was breaking through his shell, you know. We- we’ve been going out for a few weeks now, and I really thought we had something, but it turns out I was just a stand-in for some other girl. Mai.” Her sobs continued to fill the bathroom.

“Jin, don’t let it get to you. He’s just an asshole. YOu thought he had a soft heart, but it turns out his insides are just as cold as his exterior. Mai’s probably private school bitch, you’re so much better than that,” her friend reassured her. Katara’s head turned. Private school bitch? This was the girl Zuko was dancing with. 

Katara began walking out the bathroom, but not before something was thrown at her, a corsage. “Throw that out for me on your way out,” the girl half-shouted, half-choked out. 

She examined the corsage, it was beautiful and expensive. It was mostly made up of fire lilies, the orange flower complimented the deep blue dress the girl was wearing, while the band and ribbon was almost the exact shade of her dress. Katara threw the corsage into her bag as it buzzed. Valarie had responded that they were just on their way out to get ice cream. 

Katara quickly scrambled to find her friends before they left, but as she was walking out she made eye-contact with a tall boy in the corner, Zuko. He smiled at her, looking very very lonely, fire lily boutonniere on his collar. She blushed, then continued walking. 

All night, even while stuffing her face full of ice cream (blue moon flavor), she thought about the corsage burning a hole in her bag, and couldn’t help but dream of his face.

#zutara #zutara month 2020 #zutara month #zuko #katara #fanfic #fanfiction

[wide-eyedscottishlass]

Scarlett and the Professor

[continued from]

8pm sharp.  Well, at least I’m not tardy.

Without a further moment’s hesitation, Scarlett rang the bell, knowing that now there would be no turning back.  Though the sun was nearly set, the evening air was humid, as if portending a storm coming off the Caribbean after full dark.  Although Scarlett had taken a long bath before dressing, her exposed skin already felt sticky.  As if in answer to that thought, a light breeze suddenly whispered against her bare flesh, stirring the few wispy tendrils of hair that had fallen from her loose chignon.  How cooling it felt against her shoulders and arms, her back and her calves, rippling her hemline.

She had chosen a dress meant to please her lover, an Egyptian blue, rayon and silk trapeze silhouette, which loosely draped her form and fell into a high-low hemline that complimented her legs.  The color flattered her pale skin tone and dark hair, and matched the pure, bright ocean waters that surrounded this island—waters which she knew Professor Hennessy loved.  Silver and rhinestone embellishments adorned the spaghetti straps and low v-neckline, with celestial symbols of the sun and moon stitched in silver thread scattered upon the blue background.  As she donned it, Scarlett had been thinking of how she had unwittingly become the moon to his sun, locked in an unwavering orbit around him, pursuing his blazing heat, and seeming to come to fullest light only when she reflected his light.

Hyper aware of the growing night sounds around her, the nervous rasp of her own respiration, and the thundering beat of her heart, Scarlett still didn’t miss the click of the latch inside the door being released.  Warm, tawny light spilled out from behind him as Hennessy opened the door, and his classic, masculine beauty, the peerless angles and planes of his face, stole the breath from her lungs as it did each time she saw him anew.  His eyes held hers in stasis for several moments, taking her measure, raking across her form, coolly appraising her as though he saw not only right through her clothing, but down to her soul.  The first blush of the evening crept into her cheeks.

He had changed his clothes too, into a deep blue silk dress shirt, so snug across his chest that the buttons seemed to be straining not to pop off.   He had his sleeves rolled up again, and his waistcoat—in a shade lighter than his shirt—hung open.  Scarlett dared look no lower, not wishing him to catch her eyeing what lay below his belt—although she knew without needing a glance, that his bespoke trousers matched his vest, and fit him as snugly as his shirt.

Hennessy’s smile was warm and disarming, his clear blue eyes dancing with mirth.  “Well now, aren’t you the tastiest treat to grace my doorstep in about a month of Sundays!”  He backed up a little to allow her to pass, “But please do come in, Miss Scarlett--and welcome to my home.”  Though she hadn’t even tried to imagine what to expect, the place already felt to her as though it had been raised from it’s foundations to house the life force of this enigmatic, powerful, all too charming, yet dangerous, man.

Scarlett had seen some of Europe’s most opulent mansions and palaces during her gap year travels, and though Hennessy’s home paled by those standards, she was impressed enough to have to remind herself not to gawk.  The marble-floored foyer led into a two-story hall that housed a ten-foot wide, cobalt coloured, carpeted staircase, which swept upwards to an eight foot tall, stained glass window above the main landing.  A short run of stairs branched off on either side of the landing, presumably to bedrooms and bathrooms, and likely much more.  But it was the window that really grabbed her attention.

A large silver moon dominated a star strewn, indigo sky, riding above stylized waves fresh with white seafoam.  Several shades of blue-greens and blues marked the descending depths, which towards the bottom became nearly as black as true night.  A myriad of bright fish swam in the upper levels, along with several grey seals and tortoises; just beneath them dwelt jellyfish, porpoises, a few species of sharks, and a pod of orcas.  In the darker regions below cruised manta rays and bright red octopi and freakishly long eels.  Lurking the bottom was an ominous black sea serpent, outlined in the same silver that coloured the moon, so as to be visible.  It’s eyes were large and cat-like—and possessed the monster’s only other color besides black and silver.  Blue.  A bright blue that felt impossible to belong to such a menacing creature.  Why, even it’s deadly fangs and claws were silver.

Scarlett shivered at the sight, as though a goose had walked over her grave.  For several heartbeats she was overcome with deja vu—for it put her in mind of her nightmares of unseen, but too oft-dreamt, foul beasties populating the Deep, laying in wait to steal her away if she ever tread too far from shore.  Those terrors of her youth, which had only fully disappeared when she had tarried on the shores of the Aegean Sea during her Greek holiday.  And had just recently returned to plague her briefly throughout those weeks that Hennessy had left her languishing for his attention.  Still unaware that it was her ancient Selkie blood raising the alarm, she turned away—vowing that if…or when…she had cause to mount those stairs, she would avert her eyes from the troubling portion of the image, and focus solely on the moon and waves, the fish and sleek grey seals.

Hennessy looked back over his shoulder to make sure she hadn’t fallen behind, casually asking her, “Have you eaten?”

“Um…yes,” she replied quietly, not adding that she’d barely had an appetite in nervous anticipation of their evening together, “I assumed you didn’t invite me here for dinner…”

“That I did not,” he chuckled, stopping just outside a wide, open doorway to the left of the sprawling staircase, “But I think we could both use a bit of refreshment before the evening’s revelries begin.” He sketched a little bow, his handsome face become mischief personified, and motioned for Scarlett to proceed him into the room.

From the preponderance of leather and wood, she guessed this was his study.  The room had a decidedly masculine air about it, with dark wood paneling all around and full bookcases lining two walls.  With a quick glance, Scarlett noted a book of poetry by Dylan Thomas (which she would later discover was a first edition), well-weathered editions by Samuel Beckett and William Blake, and even a collection of works by her beloved Pablo Neruda.  That was a surprise: she never would have imagined Hennessy reading any sort of romantic poetry, let alone the works that she knew populated that title.  It certainly didn’t fit the image he presented to the world, let alone in the private moments they had shared thus far.

The wonderful smell of old, cherished books dominated the air and hints of cigar smoke lingered in the room.  Scarlett also detected traces of Hennessy’s cologne underlying it all.  A scent with notes of bright, clean citrus, mixed with amber and something that reminded her of an old cedarwood cabinet in her cottage back home, all tinged with a  salty tang. Taken altogether, scents that evoked sure thoughts of the sea.  Fittingly, a painting above the fireplace reinforced the aquatic feel---it depicted a ship with tattered sails wrecked upon a harsh outcropping of rocks, set against a backdrop of rough whitecaps and forked lightening.  Several sirens, creatures out of myths and sea dreams, beckoned with outstretched arms to the unlucky sailors, trapping the unfortunate men between the treacherous waters and the beautiful peril of supernatural beings seeking to wreck their immortal souls.

Other smaller paintings hung throughout the room, all celebrating various aspects of the sea, including one that would easily become Scarlett’s favorite: silvery moonlight adorning the ripples and waves that washed up onto a white sand beach—which put her in mind of the warm, lovely waters of the Aegean, when she’d vacationed in Mykonos a few years ago.

A bar cart sat beside a leather divan adjacent to one of the bookcases, topped with cut crystal old fashioned glasses, a gleaming, sterling silver ice bucket, and a sealed bottle of Glenlivet 18 YO. Hennessy dropped several ice cubes into one of the rocks glasses, then cracked open the bottle of fine, Scottish-distilled whiskey, pouring first onto the rocks, and then straight up into a second glass.  He turned to Scarlett, holding out the iced drink to her, “Care for a taste of home?

She stepped forward and silently took his offering, giving a small start at the brush of his cool fingertips against her skin at the transfer.  A sudden rush of anticipation—and damned desire—bolted through her, betraying her resolve to appear aloof to his wicked charms for as long as she could manage. And of course he noticed, the Man never missed a trick; her quick intake of breath, the dilation of her pupils, enough to give her away.

Hennessy greeted her response with a satisfied half-smile and a knowing lift of his brow, clearly pleased with her quiet but visceral reaction.  “It’s meant to take the edge of, darlin’…to help you relax a bit,” he winked, raising his glass, “Slainte mhath.”  He took a long swallow, while never taking his eyes off her.

She hesitated in meeting the familiar toast, instead swirling the ice a bit, so that notes of rich cream and caramelized vanilla wafted up from the heady ramber fluid, while she wondered if there might have been something in the bottom of the glass, or even in the ice itself, before he’d poured the whiskey in.  Closely considering if Hennessy would actually sink that low.

“Oh, Scarlett…my dear girl,” he t’sked, practically reading her mind, “Do you honestly think I’d want to dose you?”  He feigned a look of hurt that soon melted into an indulgent smile, “We both know why you’re here tonight, and I wouldn’t dream of depriving you of fully experiencing the…festivities…”  he bit his lower lip, daring her to answer.

“No,” she replied, almost to herself, letting her small overnight bag slip the floor, “No, I suppose you wouldn’t.”  And then, wanting to prove herself up to whatever he had planned for them in the hours ahead, Scarlett lifted her glass and thickened her brogue for maximum effect, “Gu gaothan arda agus maighdeannan-mara!” fearlessly throwing back the full portion of whiskey he had given her.  Unaccustomed to hard liquor, she had to give a little shake of her head to keep from gagging as the bite hit the back of her throat---but soon enough, she felt the velvet burn go down, and even better, the liquid courage radiating out from the pit of her stomach to even the tips of her fingers and toes.

Her boldness appeared to please him, which left Scarlett pleased as well---until she gave a wee, ladylike burp.  He did a double take as she quietly excused herself, before he laughed heartily.  “Good god, Scarlett, but you never fail to entertain!”  To that, she could only shrug sheepishly, then give him a sweet, honest smile.

Hennessy downed the remainder of his own drink and set his glass down on the bar, before drawing his closest to her yet, so that she had to look up to maintain eye contact.  Unconsciously, she parted her lips, readying herself for his kiss, but that was not his intention.  Instead, he retrieved her tumbler and reached for her overnight bag, taking it to deposit on the divan, before he moved to refill both their glasses.  Scarlett started to decline when he held it out to her, but he shook his head.  “Take it, my dear,” he insisted, sounding kindly, but clearly expecting her to come to him at once, “’Twould be a cardinal sin to waste such good whiskey.”

Close up this way, his magnetism took over, reminding Scarlett there was very little chance she could withstand anything he would ask of her this night.  She sipped at her whiskey, allowing herself to enjoy its woody-spiced flavor and slight taste of vanilla, it’s mounting warmth spreading relaxation through her veins.  Hennessy was watching her keenly, biding his time as he polished off his portion.

When satisfied she had drunk enough, he put both their glasses aside, and turned to her with a soft smile, the request that followed completely unexpected.  “Scarlett, would you take down your hair for me?”  She blinked several times in surprise, so that he added gently, “Please, my dear.  You don’t wear it down nearly enough.”

“As...as you wish...Professor.”  His gaze felt like a slow, painless dissection, as though he was reckoning even her most secret details, thoughts, and desires.  Scarlett inclined her head a bit, and pulled out the silver comb that secured her updo, along with several bobby pins, then shook her hair loose, fluffing the length out with her free hand.  

She looked back up when Hennessy drew a whistling breath, to find he’d closed what little space had been left between them.  “There you go, my good little lamb.  Pretty as a picture.”  He took her hand between his two, relieving her of the comb and pins, softly stroking the back of her hand with the fingertips of his free hand, then sliding them up to her elbow in a slow, deliberate tease.  She closed her eyes, knowing that the seduction had truly begun.

Hennessy deposited her ornaments in his pocket, another trophy in his conquest, and with his hand still on her elbow, drew Scarlett to him.  She raised her face, waiting for his kiss---though he delayed, threading the fingers of his other hand through her hair, then tracing the shell of her ear.  Just kiss me, dammit, her mind cried out, kiss me please!  She parted her lips once more, in anticipation.

“Prettier than any picture that I’ve seen in a very...long...time,” he murmured, then finally laid his lips on hers.

Of all the kisses he had yet bestowed upon her, this was the most patient.  The most thorough too, for he knew he had all the time in the world.  Scarlett’s instinct insisted that this was as much for his own sake as for hers---for though he certainly knew what this evening meant to her, and that what lovers she took for the rest of her life would ever be compared to him, he was actually about the entire experience, and not just the consummation that had been her promise to him from before they had shared a single touch.  Hennessy savored her lips patiently, precisely because he knew she was already his---and surely because he had nothing to prove or anything further to gain.

When they broke the first time to catch a gasp of air, he leaned his forehead against hers, breathing just as hard as she was.  It felt like forever to her as she waited for him to begin again, yet before he did, he cleared his throat, asking huskily, “Before we truly commence, little lamb, satisfy my curiosity please…”

“Anything,” she whispered.  Anything for you, dearest man.

He puffed against her lips, amused, “Just what in God’s good English did you mean by that toast you made?”

Scarlett couldn’t help but smile, marveling that for once she had stumped him.  “Man of the world…Master of all you survey…surely you can guess…”

“I haven’t a clue, Scarlett,” he practically growled, “And I’ll have all your secrets this night, one way or another.”

Of course you will, she thought, and brushed her lips to his, delivering the translation.  “To high winds…and mermaids! Like a blessing—for an auspicious new endeavor.”  

She felt the smile that graced his fulsome lips, as he told her, “My oh my…you are a true wonder, Scarlett.”  Then he silenced any reply she might give by searing his mouth to hers.                        🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

Now these were, by far, the most alluring, the most delicious, most prized kisses of her young life, and Scarlett gave way most willingly, moment by moment, feeling as though Hennessy was slowly consuming her.  He held her face in his hands when they started, and she had pressed hers to his chest, dependent on his strength to keep her knees from buckling.  She panted for air when he withdrew his lips, and then heard the small, hungry sounds she made when he dipped his tongue back into her willing mouth.

When he noticed that one of her straps had slipped off her shoulder, his kissed his way down her throat and onto her bare skin.  Scarlett hadn’t bothered to try and conceal the love bruises he’d given her that afternoon—she had only worn a lightweight scarf to cover them while in the taxi that had brought her here—and now Hennessy softly revisited those marks, as though in deference to their tenderness.

That was exactly the sort of thing that always set her off kilter.  Scarlett was already well acquainted with how lustfully he pursued fulfillment of his appetites.  And she’d discovered that such reckless, heedless behaviors made her want him all the more.  Hennessy’s wicked proclivities were legion, ever waiting to surge up from his depths, and though she knew he had only shown her a fraction of those tendencies, what she had experienced thus far made her want to play his wanton.  But when he was gentle, solicitous of her needs, mindful of her inexperience, it was her heart that became more deeply entangled in the spell her body had all but fully succumbed to.  Scarlett had fallen hard, imperiling her tender heart beyond anything that Hennessy might visit upon her young, oh-so-willing body.  Or so she still believed.

There was no resisting his pull upon her, nor the confidence and skill of his elegant hands as they slid across the fabric of her dress, cupping her breasts and later her bottom with the fervor that had her wishing he would just strip her bare already. Pressed tightly to him, Scarlett could feel his erection growing more swollen and was imagining what it would feel like to have him finally buried deep inside her.

Hennessy was kissing her throat, occasionally grazing her skin with his teeth, each time a surprise enough to make her gasp.  With the latest, he brought his mouth to her ear, issuing a smooth command, “Come sit with me, little lamb.”  Not giving her a moment to consider disobeying, he dragged her along to one of the leather wingback chairs that sat before the unlit hearth.  “I’ve fancied sitting you on my lap for some time now, Scarlett,” he told her, and pulled her down onto him with enough force to elicit a breathy, surprised giggle from her.  “Does this amuse you, my dear?”

She shrugged, bit her lip, and then averted her eyes coyly, “Oh, Professor...everything you do...is...is like nothing I’ve experienced before.”  His silence bade her continue, so that she turned her widened eyes back his way, “You astonish me...again and again.  And sometimes...sometimes you frighten me.”  Scarlett felt her color rise once more, but would not flinch from her confession.  “But most of all, you fascinate me, Sir...and make me want to drown in your desires.”  She breathed out slowly, hanging upon his response.

He studied her closely, searching her truth--and finding not a speck of artifice in her admission, nodded, “You understand, sweet lambkin, that there is danger as much in my undertow as in my deep waters?”  Scarlett nodded solemnly.  “And that your innocence is no protection against this?”

“Oh yes,” she sighed, her skin atingle where he had spread one hand between her shoulder blades.  “I’ve spent my life shirking risk and danger at every turn--but I want yours now more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.”  With that she leaned in to kiss him, sealing her lips to his as fearlessly as she sealed her fate...

(to be continued)

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[heccapeach]

So remember when I said that I drew the Star Rod and Ideya in different forms in one of my more popular posts? Well, I’ve decided to share them with you. It’s not all of the pages yet so this is just a few of them. I’ll start with the ideya ones first:

This is the first page that I made when I thought about taking the ideya and morphing them into various forms. This first one is drawn solely around food because I was in my whole quirk of the thought of devouring dreams and the ideya, being dream objects consisting of dream energy that have the ability to structure an entire dreamscape attracted my quirk. Also, don’t mind the character on this page. She’s Lunaria of the moon and an eater of dreams. She’s no OC based around a certain franchise. She’s just an original character/mascot/persona of mine. Anyways, here’s the list:

* Dream Bowl. A dog bowl filled with ideya and the Star Rod. I thought of Snoopy and his suppertime when it came to making this one.

* Bubble Ideya Tea. Based off of bubble tea and the miniature balls prominent in it.

* Ideya + Takoyaki = Ideyaki. Based off of takoyaki. Was the first drawing I made on the page and a cute pun I thought of. I never tried takoyaki, but I hear that it’s really good and I’d be willing to try it someday when the chance comes. I had also forgotten that they were only five ideya while drawing the concept so I made the sixth one a blue chip that’s also from the NiGHTS games. Lunaria is seen blissfully gulping them down like Kirby in a sense.

* Tsukimi Ideya is based off of the tsukimi dango. Dango that is made to celebrate the beauty of the moon and in Tsukimi or Otsukimi festivals that honor the autumn moon. The dango are also made as offerings to moon alongside other seasonal foods along with sake in order to pray for an abundant harvest.

* Shaved Ideya Ice. I just took an ideya and turned it into a scoop of shaved ice.

* Ideya crepe. The ideya is supposed to be the ice cream scoop in the dessert-based crepe. This was inspired off of the scene of Kanna from Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid eating a crepe and stating that “It’s sweet, like Yatagarasu eggs.”

* Speaking of which, the Ideya Ice Cream was also inspired off of a scene of Kanna trying an ice cream cone and stating that “It’s cold. But good.” Perfectly scooped ice cream really fit the normal spherical form of the ideya.

* The Ideya Dango or simply just the Ideyaki on a stick. “Ideyango” is also a pun off of both “ideya” and “dango”. They make a pretty long stack but it’s like heaven to Lunaria.

* Lastly on the page, the caramel ideya is based on a caramel apple on a stick and the ideya pop is based on a cake pop.

And that’s just page one!

Page 2:

We now go from food to a few abilities. I was thinking of Touhou and danmaku (bullet hell) when it came to making this page.

* One of the blantant Touhou references in the picture is the ideya being used in the style of how the planet ornaments are used for Hecatia LapisLazuli, the Goddess of Hell. She has three bodies and the planet ornaments that are chained to her choker and surround the body she’s using represents her three bodies. They consist of Earth (blue hair), Moon (yellow hair), and Hell or otherworldly (red hair) which is also the body she most prominently uses, respectively. The three planet ornaments have now been replaced with three ideya so now she her three bodies represent whatever three ideya she has chained to her. Hecatia is my favorite Touhou character next to Yukari so I thought it’d be cool to reference her here.

* Pentagram. I took the ideya and formed a pentagram with it. Perhaps it can be used for some spells like summoning spells that summon things from the dream realm or well, the Night Dimension.

* I also thought that the pentagram formation could be used for some attacks like firing lasers. I got inspired by Marisa’s use of multi-colored orbs that she uses in one of her spell cards.

* Celestial Ideya Bodies is the ability of making the ideya act like celestial bodies and moving them around in combat leaving a trail of star bullets behind. This is inspired off of one of Clownpiece and Hecatia’s spellcards where they generate one or two moons that leave a trail of star bullets from behind.

* The Ideya Gap is another blantant Touhou reference being based off of Yukari’s gap. Two ideya are morphed into the red ribbons that are tied to both sides of the gap just like Yukari’s gap. And within Yukari’s gap lies multiple eyes that are said to represent the swirling desires of those outside of Gensokyo. The outsiders being from what is known by the inhabitants of Gensokyo as “The Outside World”. The eyes are also apparent in the Ideya Gap and can represent the swirling desires of visitors. The outsiders to the Night Dimension.

* The large combined laser is when you take the five ideya, combine them, and have them generate one big powerful laser. It’s more akin to a large energy blast that you would see mainly in anime like Dragon Ball Z being a prime example. It’s inspired off of the Master Spark, a signature move of Marisa Kirisame.

* Then finally there just sits Lunaria in the middle sitting on her crescent moon that has been morphed into a gap in the same fashion as Yukari, wielding the Star Rod, having the five ideya that are forming a pentagram surround and revolve around her, all while maintaining a smug face for her discovery and manipulation over these objects.

Page 3:

This is only one object and it’s about the concept of taking the ideya of Courage, Hope, and Purity respectively and combining them to form the Star Rod itself.

I thought of taking the three ideya and stacking them together to give the impression of the form that they will take in two different patterns. Whatever on that you prefer. I’ll now translate the writing on the page:

* The Star Rod, along with the Fountain of Dreams, are symbols of HOPE and peace in Dream Land. (Extra) When the Star Rod is powering the Fountain of Dreams, the fountain is able to collect the hopes and dreams of the inhabitants. The Star Rod and the Fountain of Dreams are relied on by the inhabitants of Popstar, especially Dreamland, for the ability to dream and have restful sleep. The HOPE is represented through the star on the rod’s tip.

* The rod’s wielder can be viewed as an embodiment of HOPE in the eyes of a majority trapped in heavy conflict. Like a hero in a sense. Kirby is a good example of this.

* COURAGE comes from the wielder of the Star Rod themselves as does the ideya itself. The COURAGE is represented through the red stripes on the rod itself. Red stripes are a more suitable and stronger color for the Star Rod than the pink stripes in its other appearances like Smash for example. The red represents the rod’s raw power and the wielder’s willpower.

*The Star Rod bares a sense of PURITY, especially when it comes to its association with dreams. Possessing pure dreams, it is force to be reckoned with for a nightmare’s case.

* All of these points, especially the PURITY aspect that consists of the Star Rod possessing pure dream energy that is powerful enough to destroy nightmares as seen in Kirby’s Adventure/Nightmare in Dreamland, came to me being convinced that it can function as a border of dreams. If that wasn’t enough, its pure dream energy is able to serve as a boundary/barrier that only lets good dreams pass through while denying access to nightmares. Like a dream catcher in a sense. However, if you were to have a being that consists of pure nightmare energy, then it could prove to be a challenge for the Star Rod to take on. In fact, Nightmare himself could be seen as a pure nightmare that was powerful enough to attempt to corrupt the Star Rod and the Fountain of Dreams into nightmare-based objects instead.

* COURAGE, HOPE, AND PURITY are strong and prominent aspects of Kirby himself which makes him a rightful wielder of this Star Rod created from these three ideya.

Page 4:

And now finally the last page for now, centering around the Fountain of Dreams and the ideya of GROWTH.

*The ideya of GROWTH is taken and morphed into the Fountain of Dreams itself.

* The Fountain of Dreams allows dreams and restful sleep to flourish throughout the land. It can collect and ensure the GROWTH of hopes and dreams of inhabitants, as long as the Star Rod is present to power it. Without the Star Rod, the fountain remains inactive, unable to provide GROWTH and eventually the inhabitants lose the ability to dream or to even cling onto HOPE itself the longer the Star Rod is absent and the Star Rod, possessing an aspect of HOPE, is the reason this HOPE is able to exist and flourish through the fountain.

* I know that the INTELLIGENCE ideya is not present on the last two pages since I couldn’t figure out what connection it would be appropriate to use it in terms of the Star Rod and the Fountain of Dreams. But now I figured that it would more likely remain in possession of the owner who would also become the wielder of the Star Rod depending on their strategies, knowledge of the Star Rod’s capabilities, and knowing how to tap into its powers. Overall, it comes down to the wielders knowledge on the Star Rod, the Fountain of Dreams, dreams, and what it means to dream as a whole.

*They say that nightmares will occur if the Star Rod is not present but this actually contradicts the fact that if the Star Rod is not in its place, then the inhabitants will lose the ability to dream entirely as made clear in the story of Kirby’s Adventure. They will lose the ability to dream neither good or bad dreams.

And can you ever imagine a world where dreams are nonexistent despite the fact of how much they allow the mind to sort out and process information and for the individual to reflect upon themselves? Also supporting the consciousness and being able to help a person discover their ambitions, purpose, and creativity. They are a good element to an artist when it also comes down to things like motivation and inspiration. Had dreams not exist, there would be no such things like growth or motivation. It would feel like a realm of the dead...

Anyways, that’s it for now! Don’t be afraid to tell me what you think about it or even willing to share your ideas on the matter. I had fun drawing and writing this and I will soon show and create more of it. I might also do this same kind of thing to the seven human souls from Undertale....

#nights into dreams #touhou #kirby #ideya #star rod #fountain of dreams #art #ideas #morphing #manipulation #dreams #dream manipulation #food #powers #inspiration #boundary manipulation #crossover #dream eater #nightmare #moon #otherworld/spirit

[fimawari]

Food Fantasy Leaks???

Alright so I have a list of commissions they sent out to some artists and those sketches. I can't post them because it's their own purchased material, but I'm allowed to give a few details

Once again, don't take this Verbatim. Most of the commissions are not used, so these are just "possible".

Gumball:

Looks like Hatsune Miku and Sailor moon had a child.

Mostly pink outfit with flecks of color like the marbling on a jawbreaker.

Happy af, has little gumballs circling them.

There hair doesn't seem to end.

No story for this one so far

Unknown name, African Pheasant?:

They are beautiful but have the longest toes I've ever seen

From around the gold coast, has a gold drapery over long black hair, but the top center is Yellow swept back.

They're cradling an African Golden Pheasant

They have a darker skin tone but not gray! Hooray!

Their arms and legs look bony, even malnourished, don't know if this has to do with story

No rly their nails are super long what happened to this poor girl.

Looks teen to young adult age. Kinda depressed and defensive but calm expression, looking dead ass into your soul tho.

Deep Red, almost black eyes, a lot like Black Tea

Flower eye:

Cool looking

Has a white cherry blossom growing from one eye socket.

Bone looking scabbard with a rosary and more cherry blossoms around the handle.

May be with the Catholic Carbs? Dress in the front, big cross cape in the back.

They have a black bow running all over connected to the sword handle.

Right arm is metal prosthetic, looks really close to Dragon & Phoenix

They look like a noble yet graceful warrior ready to kick your ass

Horse dude:

All white, really hoping they aren't horse meat.

Shares some aesthetic qualities with last one, besides the fact they have horse ears

We have horns, cat ears, mouse ears, guess it's time for horse ears

Almost ungodly amount of tassles making up their outfit, and they have one giant tassle in their hand, presumably weapon?

Sandals shaped like horse hooves, though you can see the foot.

Omg I just noticed they hoop earrings from their horse ears oml.

White Wine?

It looks more like honey but they have white grapes adorning their head

Young Greek goddess look, Contrasting blue robe.

Blonde curly hair, with 3 or 4 sparrows messing with ivy leaves in her hair.

Looks kind and calm

Clay pitcher is cracked? Symbolism?

Crow Woman:

Apparently comatose but still moving?

Long black torn dress, girl what happened

Eyes closed, also kind of drooped posture

Long gray messy hair.

Pointing directly at viewer

A giant ass Crow skeleton is leaning over their back, wing bones splayed out defensively.

Please don't point at me What did I do I'm sorry.

Looks sad

Looks very young despite gray hair.

There are some crows circling, one landed on her other hand, but they are all different species of crows based on their different beak shapes.

Some kind of cake:

Girl throwing chunks of white and yellow cake, also cherries.

Cherry decals but they fit well.

Cream dress with yellow stripes like the cake.

Istg they're almost t-posing

Witches Brew?:

This was a rejected soul, which is sad they look cool

They look mildy destressed in a cage of hands and long red finger nails, Jesus it's creepy

Brown Liquid (Tea?) Shaped like birds, but not fully.

They're sitting on a small white cannon, like really small

Wonder if they're related somehow to crow Woman.

Cold Cream:

This one has sat around forever with no news if it was rejected or not.

Look a lot like Milk's Bavarian Skin and milk teas dress.

They seem depressed.

Floating ice cubes and white cream

I think perhaps they were going to be named Iced Coffee, though I see no coffee present in design, however they have a mug.

Rainbow Licorice

Big ponytail in Licorice braids, each a different color

Swirled up and looks like rainbow Licorice, though idk if that's the name

They have a skater girl vibe to them

Almost same pose as Hamburger

Earbuds and a WALKMAN

Ready for anything look

#food fantasy #ff leaks #food souls #ff spoilers #ff fandom

[rosepetals-flyingbirds]

Tortured Souls. (End)

With: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

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Warnings: Fluff.

Word Count: 2,000

Bucky took off the instant he saw Tony walking you to your quarters.

He knew it would do no good, so snubbing Steve’s and Clint’s calls he walked out of the Compound and jogged as far as he could.

Later the day Clint searched for him while his wife and kids stood with you in the Compound.

Clint found him and invited him to go back to his farm, Bucky declined but Clint said he would use a extra help with all the gardening and it would do good for his mind.

Clint believed that fresh air and maybe the children would cheer the man up.

Which it did.

A Week Later.

Steve and you were training, small exercises since your body was still sensitive and well, you didn’t have super soldier serum to cure your body.

The conversation with Steve was awe-inspiring as always, Steve was one of the best people in your life.

He kept in touch with Buck and you smiled when Sam said that he was making appointments in the psychologist and trying to clean his mind while you were gone.

It made a week since the barbecue and you craved to see him again, for real this time.

The house Bucky took care of near the Compound was your spot, you knew he would go there as a safe haven and you wanted to be alone with him.

Following your extinct you went to the cozy place and stood there waiting for him, apparently, while you were healing he took even more care of the place. The walls were covered with dark blue paint, the fireplace re-made and all so… homey.

You sat on the couch and took deep breaths trying to calm down your nerves. It took a while but Clint told you he left his house hours before, Buck wouldn't go straight to the Compound.

The door opened and you saw him. Him.

Dark circles under his eyes, but even with all of the tiredness, he looked beautiful as always in your eyes. “Hey.” You blurted and got to your feet.

“Hi.” He answered and closed the door slowly, he stood there with his hands on his pockets and just gazing elsewhere avoiding your eyes. “We need to talk.” He mumbled.

“We do.” The tension was growing but you were sicklily tired of it. “Bucky listen, I’m tired. I’m so tired of all this that encompasses us, I truly love you, you are the only man I can see myself with, the only man that I could ever let touch me the way you do. I love you.” He looked at you with glassy eyes. “I’m so sad that life took the path it did, I truly am. I hate Artem, I hate what he did.” What he made you do. “But it's done now, we can’t erase that. But I forgive you, and if I do you can do too.”

Buck nodded silently.

You walked near him and he gave two small steps backs, even unintentionally. You went to his reach. “Bucky…” Inclining to his reach you gently placed your hands on his jawline as your thumbs lolled on his cheeks. “We are here now, I’m right in front of you, I’m loving you.” You kissed the side of his mouth and closed your arms around his torso, placing your head on his chest. “I love you, Bucky. I love you so much. Please, let's not waste our time, I'm better with you, happier. Please, we can move on."

His arms interlaced around you and he kissed your head. He missed you so much, your scent, your warm body, the height difference.

Everything.

You were his, just as he was yours. “And I love you, Y/N.” You smiled against his chest, it has been so long that you heard his voice.

You looked up at him and placed your chin on his chest, seeing the details you adore so much.

In Bucky’s mind, it still hurt to look at you, the fact that he almost killed you in a fraction of minutes made his heart swell. “We got this?”

You nodded. “We do.” You promised.

That night you two slowly approached each other again, it took time for him allow himself to fully touch you, but with a small step, you two started a new path together.

Four Years Later.

Life could be tricky, the same way you were sad about your past, sad about the dangers that followed the life you picked, that picked you, you loved it nevertheless.

You loved Tony, you loved Steve, you loved the animals you helped, loved the lives you saved while missions and you loved Bucky Barnes.

The man that lived through torture and still held his golden heart, he truly owned yours.

Fours years after all the confusion, every day was a slow process of healing.

You came clean with Tony about your relationship, of course, it was harsh at first.

He was truly mad and sad, you understood that but you wouldn’t ignore your heart, you apologized but explained how much Bucky meant to you, how much he was the one for you.

A few weeks later Tony got back to regular with you, and even though he stood being the way he is with Bucky, you were happy he didn’t start to avoid you.

Looking at your makeup in the mirror and darting your eyes to see Wanda and Natasha sat on the edge of the bed, you smiled. The white dress wasn’t too formal, but also it wasn’t too short.

Three months ago Bucky got on his knee and proposed. You didn’t believe at first, marriage wasn’t something you expected, and something you surely didn’t expect him to want.

Steve? Possibly. 

Sam? Surely. 

Bucky? You’d never saw it coming.

You smiled at the memory, of how things changed for better.

It was after a mission in Spain, gladly Hydra slowed down and was almost erased from the end of their miserable organization’s life.

The mission was basically to grab some data from some gun traffic.

You and Bucky went covered with fake identities and when it ended he invented you to meet the town.

He showed every spot and you two were walking around midnight over the rustic parts of the towns eating ice cream, one hand on his and the other holding your delicious candy.

The place was beautiful, you loved how some people kept the vintage characteristic.

When the ice cream finished and you two sat on a bench gazing around the flowered garden being enlighten but the moon, you almost choked when you saw Bucky on his knee.

His eyes teared up and he shook his head with a shy smile. “Mmm, I didn’t intend to cry.” He explained and you smiled at how nervous he seemed, your hand touching his shoulder. “Y/N. You are simply the reason I keep going. The reason I wake up every day and find the strength to fight. You’re the light of my life and every day I thank God for giving me you. For providing a second opportunity to be with you, to love and adore you. No one would be able to make me happy as much as you do. You’re the angel that saved me, my sweet Y/N.” His words made your heart melt, your eyes filled with tears, your heart was hammered so fast, everything was too ethereal.

“Scott Fitzgerald once said that ‘We all have souls of different ages.’ And is completely true, I’m inhumanly older than you and even that I suffered so long on Hydra’s hands, I’m somehow grateful.” You shook your head ready to correct him. “Let me finish… If it wasn’t them, if I had the normal civilian life I wouldn’t have met you, I never believed in soulmates, I always found this was some weak story people liked to tell to ease their minds, but you’re mine. I love you so so much, I could do anything just to make you happy. I would do anything to save you, Y/N.” A tear fell on his cheek and you dried it softly, his smile and blushed face was something you wanted to save forever. “And sorry I truly made something smaller and easier to say but.” You laughed. “I could spend the whole night here opening my old heart for you, but in the end, you know all of it already. Y/N Y/L/N do you wanna give me the pleasure to be my wife? Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed. “Yes, yes, yes.” He placed the ring on your finger and you hugged him close not caring about the ring, he could give you a rusty ring that you wouldn’t mind. “I love you so much. You’re the love of my life."

You were in tears and just shook your head nodding, you couldn’t find words.

“Yes?” He asked hopefully get in on his feet.

He kissed your forehead. “And you are the love of mine."

Cutting your memory Natasha placed her hands on your shoulders. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you, thank you two for being in here with me.” You stated and Wanda got on her feet hugging you.

You blushed, your hands found their way to your dress, as if anything was anything but perfect. “Too much? Or, too... little?”

Someone knocked on the door and Nat ran to it, she surely believed that was bad luck seeing the bride in the dress before the wedding. “Let’s go?” Steve said and looked at you up and down.

“Uau.” Steve was speechless.

He placed his hand in his pocket and shook his head. “Is perfect. You are beautiful.” You thanked him and Wanda and Natasha left the room.

Steve gave you his arm and you two left the room.

You wanted Tony to walk you to the altar, but of course, he wouldn’t do it with Bucky being the one waiting for you there. So you picked Steve.

The marriage wasn’t big nor luxurious, it was something small and on a beautiful farm in a silent place in Italy, the cabin was huge and beautiful.

The people around were the significant ones and everything would be excellent, hopefully.

But yet, you were nervous.

Even though the people there knew you and you trusted them… it wasn’t simple. But as cliche as sounds, when you stepped in the flowed yard, holding Steve’s arm for dear life, everything stopped when you looked Bucky waiting for you.

His hair tied back neatly, his suit on a dark blue color highlighting the diamonds he called eyes.

Everything was amazing.

The party afterward was just as beautiful, delicious food and champagne here and there. Fury sang, which everyone got surprised.

The toasts were amazing but Steve’s was the one that would always be on your mind.

Steve was handsome in his black tux and made the speech on his calm voice and charming smile. “I’m Steve and you all know me.” He chuckled and everyone laughed. “I just want to say it’s an honor to be here. I’ve delivered many lectures but never a best man’s speech, so please bear with me. Bucky and I have been through a lot together. Happy times and sad.

I didn’t expect to have him back, and I thank everyday for having my best pal back.

I remember when Buck called and told me he would propose, and I remember asking him. 'Can you make her happy?’ Because as much I was happy, Y/N is my friend just as important; and I must look at her well being. The thing is, if something in that horrendous world could show me what love is… it would be these two. Y/N is the definition of a best friend, the girl literally stood with me five days straight when I was in a coma."

After all the speeches you heard a sound out there, Fury grabbed a gun in his holster and ran outside, it was Tony.

"The girl saved hundreds of lives without getting the credit. The girl cares about animals as everyone should do if they hadn’t their head over the asses only caring about money. And Bucky? James Barnes? Buck is the definition of forgiveness. He went through a lot we and yet here he is, surrounded by people that truly love him. If someone traveled in time and told me i would have my best friend back? I wouldn’t believe. The thing is… you two are perfect for each other. You two are the representation of good people in that life, the representation of strength and love. Well without further ado, cheers to Y/N and Bucky. My best friends, and two of the people I love the largest. Cheers.”

Tony entered and said everyone could go back to their previous spots, of course people were worried he would make a fuzz but he just went to hug you, Bucky excused himself letting you two have a moment alone and Clint and Peter went with him, the atmosphere wasn’t tense, Bucky knew it was an important day and you would like to have Tony there, he was actually happy Tony appeared.

“You look beautiful.” Tony said and you smiled.

“Thank you, and thank you for coming.” It meant a lot, even though you knew it would be hard, you called him asking him to go, he found some excuse and you knew you hadn’t the right to protest about it.

He took his red glasses off knowing you hated when he used those to talk with you. “I wanted to come earlier, but…”

“But you didn’t.” Finishing his words he nodded his head shyly.

“Well, sorry about that.”

You grinned but held his hand squeezing it. “Is okay, I’m glad you came nonetheless.”

“The house is ready for you two, a housekeeper is there but I gave free days for you two…” He moved his hands in the air, fully trying to avoid the ’sex’ subject.

Since the wedding was in Italy you thought that the mansion Tony had bought would do great as a honeymoon.

“Thank you.” It would be good to replace the memories on the house with new ones, the first days you stood there was all about a healing process after all the mess, now it would be replaced with delightful ones.

Always the one to avoid displays of sentimentality.

Tony smiled and looked around, he darted his eyes at your ring and smiled.

“I’m glad he knows you enough to not buy some huge diamond ring.” The ring was vintage, but you loved, it would be a ring Bucky would buy back in the day.

“I’m glad you are happy, and whatever you need, I will always be here for you.” He stated and leaned to kiss your forehead, you spotted a few tears on his eyes which he quickly covered with his glasses. “Where is the champagne?” He yelled and walked to Fury’s table.

Bucky.

It was the happiest day of his life, he was literally marrying the woman of his dreams, you.

He was beyond words to express his emotions. The tied hair was sort of annoying but Clint warned him that if he took it off he would have to cut the hair.

You were beautiful and even if he couldn’t promise that the future would be filled with nothing but happy days, he surely would at least try his hardest to make you smile every single day for the rest of your/his life.

Peter nodded and left leaving Bucky and Tony alone. Tony darted his eyes but took a deep breath. “I just want to say that I’m happy she is happy, and even though we have our differences and everything… mmm… I’m glad she found someone that loves her.” Tony said truthfully, even though his eyes couldn’t stop at Bucky’s face. “I used to think it was some sort of destiny joke, joining you with the only family I have left, but the day of the explosion when I thought I had lost her and you just there fully knowing the place would blow, I realized how much she means to you. Y/N is the most important person in my life, and I will kill you if you ever hurt her, in any sense. So,” Tony raised his hand and placed in Bucky’s front. “Welcome to the family.” He stated and Bucky was surprised.

Peter was happy to be in the place surrounded by grown-ups, he was talking with Bucky about Star Trek when Peter felt someone patting him on the shoulder.

He looked up and saw Tony. “Why won’t you go on and call May to tell everything is okay?”

Knowing Tony wasn’t patient he raised his hand and shook his, Tony bowed his head and walked out of the place.

Bucky stood there not believing what just happened, someone else could probably say that Tony was a dick, but Bucky knew how hard it must be for the man to face him.

Steve entered the room and smiled at the vision of his friend’s smile.

When he saw Peter leaving he went to talk with Bucky but saw Tony there, with the music around he knew people wouldn’t hear the talk but his super audition managed so, and even that Steve didn’t want to eavesdrop, he needed to make sure Tony wouldn’t kill his friend.

Steve was happy about Tony’s words, he knew Bucky needed that

                               …

The honeymoon was marvelous. The following months too, Bucky was worried things would get difficult, if as dating it was already tough, married? Would it be worst, right?

Wrong.

With Hydra erased from the earth things got better, of course, the world would always be broken, but you two were invincible together.

There was a priority to spend all the Fridays in the “abandoned” house, which you bought and was legally yours, just the two of you.

It was still hard to believe.

You and Bucky had just finished a steamy lovemaking session, and were laid on the floor with only a sheet above letting the fireplace warm your bare bodies.

He was staring at you lovely, your ring shining, he couldn’t stop looking at you, it was like you were the moon that his sea blue eyes called for. “I love you.”

“I love you too. I guess this isn’t new.” You giggled.

“It’s always good to hear.” He leaned his head to kiss your forehead. “Y/N?”

“Mmm?”

“I’m so glad you never gave up on me. So glad that you found love in your heart for me. We have been together for years and married for months and I still feel like one day I’ll wake up and you will be another missed memory.”

“It won’t.” You adjusted your body and hugged him, your head on his chest.

He interlaced his arms around yours and your head was hearing his heartbeat.

The slumber came right after, the next day Fury had assigned a small mission. You two would face it and kick ass as the amazing couple you two were.

Bucky was happy, after all the years of pain he endured, all the years you endured. The universe brought you two together. Bodies and souls. Both have been tortured, such damage that didn’t not only hurt each other bodies, but also souls.

But with the love and empathy of each other. It would gently, and slowly heal.

                …

@buckybabybaby​ @soshewrotestories​ ​ @cutie13​ @salimahbicharara-comun​ ​

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x me #bucky x you

[raybyanothername]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harley Keener & Peter Parker Characters: Harley Keener, Peter Parker, Ned Leeds Additional Tags: Background Relationships, Big Brothers, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism Summary:

When in doubt, call for help.

Five times Peter calls Harley for help and one time Harley calls Peter.

If you like this fic and are feeling generous: https://ko-fi.com/raybyanothername 

1.

Harley was elbows deep in an engine when his phone started ringing. He grumbled, pulling his hands out and slid from beneath his mother's sedan with a few grunts and one curse word. He managed to avoid tripping over his own feet as he stood, catching himself on the workbench. He tapped the green button without looking at the screen.

"I screwed up Harley," the voice was soft, light and the teenage boy on the other end of his phone was sniffling. "I screwed up and now Tony's pissed at me, May's mad, and I don't know how to fix it."

"Pete," Harvey said his name slowly, "What happened?"

This was the moment Harley Keener, age 17, realized he had more than one younger sibling. And spiders were harder than sisters.

"So… Tony took your suit?" Harley's eyes scrunched together.

"Yeah. He said if I'm nothing without the suit than I shouldn't have it." Peter had stopped sniffling now, which Harley took to mean that the crying portion of the evening was done. His voice was still a wavering whisper.

Harley sighed, plopping down from his perch on the work table to open his minifridge. "You're making me agree with Tony. And I was really looking forward to arguing with him."

"What?!" Peter screeched, "But. I'm Spiderman, I can't just disappear!"

"You're also 15." Harley rolled his eyes, already prepared for sputters and rambling defense. "You've quit most of your hobbies, Pete. All the stuff you use to enjoy. Just to be Spiderman."

Peter squawked, "Just?!"

"Dude, you have your whole life to be a super hero." Harley wished he lived closer to New York so he could show up in Queens with ice cream and a foam bat. "You only get a few years as a kid."

"So, what? I just stop being Spiderman?"

Maybe Tony would pay for a plane ticket?

"Technically, you were Spiderman before Tony gave you a suit." Harley grabbed a soda from his fridge, he popped the top one handed. "But. You could also take a break. See what being Peter Parker is like again."

Peter was quiet for a minute. "Just Peter Parker?"

"Just?!" Harley mimicked Peter's earlier outrage. Peter chuckled. "Peter Parker is way more than Spiderman. Just like Tony is more than Iron Man."

Peter was quiet again. Harley drank his soda, slurping loudly so Peter could hear him. The teen started laughing again, "You're way better at explaining this than Tony was."

"Who do you think lectures him about it?" Harley grinned to himself. They answered simultaneously.

"Rhodey."

"So... why's May mad?" Harley asked as he started back towards his workbench.

Peter's laugh turned nervous, "I…kinda got detention. For ditching school."

Harley paused in his step, "Dude. You screw up our plans for MIT, I will kick your ass. Spider powers be damned." He took another drink, "Speaking of, does Ned own a foam bat?"

-.-.-

2.

>>> Help!!!

Harley looked at the three exclamation marks as he walked out of class. He started walking towards Amherst St as he typed out a response to Ned.

>>> What's Peter doing now?

>>> Planning.

Oh. That could not be good. Harley checked his watch and then tapped on his phone app. Peter picked up quickly, which meant Karen had redirected him.

"Ned is concerned." Wind whistled. Definitely swinging.

"It's a perfectly good plan!" Peter's voice was huffed. The wind stopped. Peter cleared his throat, "It's way better than his European bachelors plan!"

Harley stopped mid-step, "What is Ned planning to do to the European bachelors?" Someone jostled him from behind and Harley kept walking.

"No," Peter scoffed, "We'd be bachelors in Europe. Pick up women in every city sort of deal."

"Given that you're both awkward and completely inept at flirting -" Peter screeched "- I agree, that's a horrible plan." Harley punched in his code at the entrance to his dorm.

Peter immediately launched a defense, "I'm not completely inept! I got the most popular girl in school to go with me to Homcoming onc-"

"Then you ditched her to take down a supervillain.

"- And! I'm smooth, like I'm a superhero, so obviously I have killer moves."

Harley snorted, "Are you or are you not currently standing atop a building in your suit talking to midair." Peter shut up. "And gesturing! I'd be missing a key part of the whole scene if I forgot the hand gestures."

"Okay…you may have a point." Peter grumbled. Harley smiled to himself as he climbed the stairs. He'd just reached his room when Peter finally broke under the pressure of silence. "But my plan to ask MJ out will totally work!"

Aha! MJ. He should have known.

"Please," Harley threw his bag on his bed and took a seat at his desk, "Enlighten me." He kicked his feet up onto the desk as he leaned the chair back onto two legs.

Peter immediately jumped into a thorough explanation of his courtship blueprint, "So it starts on the plane…"

-.-.-

3.

There was a loud ringing in Harley's ear that wouldn't stop. He groaned and pushed at the large piece of a building on his chest. At least he was fairly positive the debris was from a building. That had been what the dude with the superpowers had thrown at him.

"How the hell did Tony handle a moon?" Harley whined as the repulsors in his hand blew the rubble away. He stood on shakey feet. At least the superpowered maniac had been subdued by his drones. "Nate, damage report?"

Harley shook his head as his A.I. began listing out his injuries. Nothing major, just a few bruised ribs and a possible concussion. The damage to the area was worse, several of the buildings were missing sections of walls, even foundations.

"Dude, couldn't you have given some consideration to structural integrity?!" Harley aimed his shout at the person he'd just taken into custody. Given the way they were snarling and struggling against their restraints, Harley considered the chance of a response minimal.

"Shall I reach out to the Xavier Institute?" Nate's electronic voice filtered through Harley's ear. He merely nodded and within minutes Nate had an E.T.A blinking in the upper corner of his display.

It was longer than Harley was hoping for. His dream of a nice long soak before bed was looking more like a quick shower at this point. He blamed Tony. It was his idea, and his requirement, that Harley sleep a minimum of six hours a night before work. It was in the Young Avengers' contract AND his Stark Industries contract.

"You have an incoming call from Peter Parker." Nate didn't wait for Harley to acknowledge him, he connected Peter immediately.

"If this has anything to with superhumans, metahumans, or a coming apocalypse I must inform you that I'm already at my maximum superhero hours for the week." Harley grinned as Peter's face appeared on his screen. The younger man's face immediately startled, eyes going wide.

In the video call Peter was standing in his dorm room, two ties in his hands, "I just need to know which color I should wear for my presentation…"

"Well, then…" Harley laughed, "Free as a bird. This is the Stark Foundation thing right? The proposals for funding?"

Peter nodded and his voice literally squeaked, "Yeah."

"Purple." Harley ignored both the red and blue ties in Peter's hand. "Everyone always wears red for that and Morgan will be there so she'll get a kick out you wearing Rescue's colors instead."

"Pepper won't think I'm trying to butter her up?" Peter threw the ties in his hand on his bed and started rifling in one of his drawers. He emerged with a triumphant cheer and a purple tie in hand. There were cartoon stars drawn on it in yellow.

Harley grinned at Morgan's attempts to 'brighten up' Peter's wardrobe, "Nah. Rhodey's judging this year." Peter visibly breathed out. "Relax, Pete, your project's good on its own. You deserve the funding, same as everyone else."

"I just don't want anyone to think I'm taking advantage…" Peter averted his eyes. Harley snorted. Peter glared.

"Dude, Tony offered you the money to fund the project outright and you applied for the grant instead," Harley looked pointedly at Peter before rolling his eyes. "Now, put on your tie and try not to stutter."

The sound of a jet landing nearby cut off Peter's attempts to defend himself. Harley smiled before he hung up. It was officially bath time!

-.-.-

4.

There was no doubt in Harley's mind who was calling. The phone hadn't shut up in at least half an hour and there were only three people in his life that persistent. And his little sister was in Bali with Morgan, so that left Peter. Nate would have informed him of any family or Avengers related emergency, so Harley just let it ring. Eventually, it stopped.

God did his head hurt. He had no idea how Tony had ever managed to function back when he drank. Harley barely managed to grab his trash can when the phone started up again.

"Nate!" Harley called out as he crawled from his spot on the floor to the couch. He brought the waste basket with him.

"How may I be of service, *sir*?"

Harley cringed. Nate only sir-ed when he was annoyed. "Will you please tell Peter to call back later? I really can't deal with the noise much longer."

"Of course, sir."

The window in front of Harley darkened and then Peter appeared on his screen. "Harley! I've been calling for an hour!"

"Sh-" Harley groaned and then tried not to get any splatter on his hair as emptied his stomach. Peter gaped at him from the screen.

"Are you…*drunk*?" Peter whispered the word like it was a curse and his eyes even darted around like he expected someone to reprimand him. Which…okay, Harley understood that. "Mr. Stark will be furious! It's 10am!"

Harley glared at him, "I'm hungover, not drunk. And it's Saturday, Pete." Peter looked unconvinced, lips pursed and eyes wide. "What'd'ya need? I need to crawl to my bathtub sometime in the near future."

"What?" Peter's lips quirked and he hid a laugh by biting his tongue. "I…uh, just need some advice."

"If you're trying to get back with MJ again I will get on a plane right now to vomit on you." Harley said with a monotone. "You've both broken up with each other now. The circle is complete."

Peter blushed, "It's not MJ!" He started stammering and waving his hands around immediately. Harley blinked as he attempted to dissect Peter's description of study breaks and movie marathons and… Oh!

"You finally figured out you're in love with Ned, congratulations." Harley droned out, though he did manage to smile when Peter startled so bad at the word love that he got himself stuck on the ceiling. "I promise to be more excited when my body stops trying to invert itself."

"That's why we're not suppose to drink!" Peter crossed his arms as he jumped back to the floor. He frowned at Harley.

Harley shrugged, "Everyone has to try being drunk at least once right?" Peter's brow furrowed further. Harley sighed, "What advice do you need, Pete?"

"Well…" Peter dropped his hands to his side. His eyes shifted to the ground. "…I don't know how to ask Ned out."

"Repeat after me, Pete," Harley started. Peter scrunched up his brows, but nodded. Harley grinned, "Hi Ned."

"Hi, Ned."

"I like you..."

"…I like you…" Peter fidgeted.

Harley continued, "As more than friends."

"As more than friends."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Can I kiss you?" Peter repeated the words and then coughed, "What?! No! I can't say that, it's too forward!"

Harley rolled his eyes and then immediately flinched. "Nate?" Harley groaned. His A.I. chirped to attention. "Send the recording of this video to Ned."

"As you wish." Harley smiled at the lack of 'sir.'

On the screen Peter was yelling. Harley just leaned back against his sofa, "I've been watching you two pine after each other for years, Pete. You'll thank me later." He reached forward and hit a button on his remote.

Peter's face blinked away.

"The video has been received."

Harley nodded and then started the long crawl for his bathtub. Nate decided to report on the side effects of excessive alcohol consumption the whole way.

Three hours later he got a text from Peter.

>>> You're an asshole when you drink. >>>…but thanks.

-.-.-

5.

With great power came great responsibility… and apparently a whole slew of teens who didn't realize superheroing didn't come with health insurance.

"How does someone even break this many bones sparring with a dummy?" Harley groused to himself as he read over the incident report from the last Young Avengers training session.

Tony'd taken one look at it, burst out laughing, and handed the report to Harley. He bet Captain America didn't have to deal with this sort of thing.

"Na-te…" Harley whined and pushed his tablet away to lay his head on the table. His A.I. chirped to life with a sound exceptionally similar to a snicker.

"How may I be of service?" Nate was far too cheerful.

Harley glowered at the ceiling, "How much would it cost to pad every surface in one of the training rooms?"

"Calculating…" Nate drawled, "I don't believe that will be conducive to a realistic training experience."

"Let me dream," Harley sighed and reached for his tablet just as it began to chirp with new notifications. None of them were from his team or a medical professional, for once.

His phone started ringing with Peter's ringtone and Harley had no time to greet his little brother before the younger man started rambling, "Open the attachment! Open it!"

"Okay…" Harley chuckled and clicked in to one of his notifications, it was indeed a message with a photo attachment from his favorite spider-themed superhero. He grinned as the message loaded up on to the projector screen, "This isn't some weird porn like last time is it?"

"That was perfectly tasteful fanart of me!" Peter was definitely blushing, and bouncing on the balls of his feet based on his excitement. Based on the thudding, he might even be bouncing from wall to wall.

Harley tapped slowly on his screen, "I don't know, that was an iffy pose for you and Deadpool to be in together... You know he's too old for you right?"

"Harley!" Peter whined just as Harley finally hit the button for the photo to pop up on the screen.

"Holy shit…" Harley breathed out at the ring suddenly sitting before his eyes. It had a spider web like design around the band and some small red and blue stones at key joints in the webbing. "Is that…"

"It's good right?" Peter launched into a frantic ramble immediately, "I know it's kind of Spiderman themed but Ned's been my Guy in the Chair for years now so I thought he'd like the nod, ya know? Sort of, I don't acknowledging his contributions as my teammate and my…my…uh…"

Harley pursed his lips as Peter stumbled over calling Ned his boyfriend.

"…it's just not enough of the right word!" Peter stomped his foot. "He's more than that, and I want to get this right…"

"Want me to send him a recording of you rambling about how to phrase your proposal?" Harley asked and Peter squawked. Harley laughed, "You got this Peter. He'll love it."

Peter let out an audible breath, "Okay, yeah, you're right."

"You've been inseperable for years, even before you starting making out on rooftops," Harley teased, illicting another squawk from Peter, "Chances are you won't even have to say anything, just get down on one knee and show him the ring."

Harley looked up at his screen at the intricate metalwork. It was absolutely the most Peter style ring he'd ever seen.

"And hey, if he says no, I have a whole legion of semi-competent teenagers you can have has consolation."

Peter snorted, "No way. The Young Avengers are your problem. I'm strictly a solo guy until we get invaded by aliens."

"I'll throw in a set of ginsu knives!" Harley half-begged as Peter started laughing at him. His tablet chirped with a notification from the Avengers medical unit. "Please?!"

"I'll take the knives as a wedding present instead," Peter chuckled. Harley pouted for a second until he heard a faint gasp from Peter's side of the phone.

Ned's voice was quiet from distance and slightly squeaky, "What wedding?" Peter's line went dead just as Harley started cackling.

"I have the estimates for a padded training room," Nate cut in as Harley slouched back in his chair.

"Email it to me," Harley sighed and kicked his feet up on the chair, "I'm gonna celebrate Peter's engagement first, before I get bombarded with wedding planning."

Nate chirped unhappily as Harley ordered one of his drones to grab him a bottle of champagne. It was 5 o'clock somewhere after all.

-.-.-

+ 1

Being Peter's big brother was a lot easier when Peter was the one coming to him for help. Girls, boys, spidey-related mishaps - Harley could handle it all. This… this was out of his area of expertise.

"Hey Harley!" Peter answered on the first ring in a chipper voice. The sounds of machinery in the background told Harley he was at his lab, probably manufacturing some cool new gadget.

"Hey…" Harley's voice sounded rough and strained even to him. "You, uh, got a sec?"

Peter's side of the phone suddenly went quiet and his voice lowered to a whisper, "Is everything okay Harley?"

"Tony might have been right about my overextending myself," Harley cleared his throat and ran his hand through his hair, "With the Young Avengers and taking over Stark Industries and coordinating with the Accords council and-"

"What do you need?" Peter asked, all ready to launch in to action. Harley heard him futzing around his lab and had to smile at the visual in his head. "What can I do?"

Harley took a breath, glanced around at the deserted beach he was sitting on. His Iron Lad armor, and Nate, were nowhere in sight. There was an empty bottle of tequila at his feet. Harley really hated when Tony was right.

"Well… I kinda need a ride, to start."

"You got it!" Peter starting typing, the familiar sounds of clacking keys practically music to Harley's ears. "Where are you?"

That… was a really good question.

"Haven't a clue," Harley chuckled dryly. The sound cracking in his throat, "Honestly, I'm not even sure this is the phone I had last night."

Peter coughed to hide his squeak, "Don't worry, I'll triangulate your signal, Harley. You'll be home in no time!"

Yup. Home. Where Tony would be waiting with worry and disappointment in equal measure.

"Damn. I really screwed up this time, huh Pete?" Harley knew he was in trouble when Peter didn't laugh. Welp. Even big brothers screw him sometimes, or so Rhodey had told him once.

"That's what brothers are for right?" Peter said with a half-laugh Harley knew was meant to be comforting.

It actually was too. Harley fell backwards into the sand, "Yeah, thanks Pete."

#ray writes #fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #marvel #mcu spiderman #iron family #harley keener #peter parker

[itskateak]

Oceans and Stars - Epilogue

Story Summary: A story of how Bucky Barnes falls in love with oceans, stars, and the woman who gave him the reasons to.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Velika Dante King (Fem!OC)

Chapter Summary: The Ocean at the Edge of the World has a legend about it. And Velika decides to put it to the test.

Words: 1K

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: And the series is done! Two things: I will never, ever get tired of listening to this song. And my next writing project is Mint Ice Cream & Bubblegum Kisses (Bucky Barnes x Reader). This has been fun to get into writing for tumblr and writing quick and short series. :)

This work is a gift to @fightmemacbeth​, who is the whole reason I am in the Marvel Fandom in the first place. If it wasn’t for her constantly making references to the films (and Agents of Shield) for years on end, I never would’ve gotten fed up enough to just watch the MCU. 

It’s also her fault I’m in love with Bucky Barnes. She started talking about Winter Soldier and I wasn’t remembering details of that film so I went back and rewatched the Captain America films. That was when I fell in love with Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier. 

What I’m saying is: Thank you, Em, for showing me the wonderful thing that is the Marvel Cinematic Universe is. 

Happy Birthday :) <3 

I’m still not getting into Twilight.

 Masterlist

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𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯．．．

Velika dismounted her horse and landed in the black sand. Her hair blew wildly in the breeze, her skirt billowing around her legs as well. She smiled as Bucky slid off beside her, a breath of amazement leaving him.

The Ocean at the Edge of the World was just as beautiful as she had remembered, if not more. The crystalline blue ocean reflected the setting sun, which painted the sky all sorts of fiery colors. The black sand was warm from the heat of the sun.

"You weren't joking," Bucky whispered, eyes wide. He looked out at the ocean to where it disappeared into the horizon. "It's gorgeous."

"I know. I had never been here before the war, but it was the perfect spot to camp for a few days."  Velika took the horse's reins from him, leading them down the beach to the tidal pools, which held fresh water for them to drink from. 

Bucky followed her, eyes trained on the ocean. His hair was tied in a low bun, but a few stray pieces framed his face from where they'd fallen out. 

"Once I get the horses settled, we can watch the sunset and wait for the stars to come out." Velika tied the horses to a post, petting their muzzles. They snuffled at her and bent their heads to drink from the pools. 

Bucky pulled the packs from the horses and swung them over his shoulder. She reached for his hand and twined her fingers with his, starting back down the beach.

"This really is a beautiful place," Bucky said wistfully. 

"Just wait until the sun goes down and the stars come out." Velika smiled and tugged him closer to the water. They stopped and rolled out a blanket. She slipped her shoes off and ran to the water's edge, her hair flying behind her. She slowed and let the waves wash over her feet and she smiled broadly.

Bucky wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her cheek. He swayed her slightly, smiling as she laughed. "Your eyes are the same color as the water."

"My eyes are a lighter blue, darling. The water is turquoise. Or cerulean." Velika leaned back against his chest, looking up at him with an amused smile.

"You think so?" Bucky mused, glancing between the water and her eyes. "Yeah, I think you're right." He leaned down and kissed her gently, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek.

Velika laid a hand over his, pulling back after a moment. "You know, this was where I realized I was in love with you."

"Really?"

"Mhmm. During the war, when we camped here. I sat on the shore and stared at the stars. And I just knew." She turned back to look at the horizon. 

"Remember that cove in the Caribbean we found?" He asked, resting his chin on her shoulder. The water washed over their feet, conforming around their ankles without care and greeting them like old friends.

"The one where I dragged you into the water in our underwear?" Velika rested her hands on his where they were wrapped around her waist.

"That's where I knew. Steve and I were out there to clear the base you and I reconned. It was while you were gone and I was missin' you like crazy. He and I just talked for hours and suddenly I just knew." Bucky hummed in her ear, pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

"I love you," Velika said.

"I love you, too," Bucky whispered.

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The stars eventually began to fill the sky, twinkling brightly like they were laughing. The horizon entirely disappeared as the reflection on the Ocean made it nearly indistinguishable of where the sky ended and water began. It was still impossible to make any sort of constellation, but that didn't stop them from trying. A dolphin. A rose. A bunny with the moon. 

Velika laid with her head on Bucky's chest, curled into his side. He rubbed circles on her hip with his thumb, other arm folded under his head. She sat up, rifling through the bags quietly.

"Whatcha doin', doll?" Bucky asked, rolling onto his side to watch her. 

"There's a legend about this Ocean and I figured we could put it to the test while we're out here." Velika drew a marker and flat stone out with a smile. 

"I'm intrigued." Bucky propped his head up with his elbow with a lopsided grin.

"Legend has it, Fate herself made this Ocean. If two lovers write their initials on either side of a stone and throw it as far as they can into the Ocean, the stars will tell them if Fate decrees they should be together. Legend says that every star in this sky were created by lovers casting stones in. A new star will join the sky if the lovers are meant to be." Velika explains, shifting to her knees. She writes her initials - V. D. K. - onto the stone and holds them out to Bucky.

Bucky took the marker and stone, turning it over to write J. B. B. by the light of the full moon. He got to his feet, helping her up and walking with her down to the water's edge. 

"Would you like to throw it?" He asked, tucking the marker into his pocket.

"You do the honors, baby." She responded, stepping back to give him space. 

Bucky brought his arm back and threw the stone as far as he could. The surface of the Ocean was barely disturbed. 

Velika wrapped her arms around his torso, laying her head on his chest. His arms fell around her waist, resting his chin on the top of her head. 

The Ocean's waves were steady, like Bucky's heartbeat. She watched the sky, waiting to see if the legends were true. The stars twinkled back at her, winking and blinking like they were excited. 

Velika grinned suddenly and pulled him down to kiss her. She stood on her toes, throwing her arms around his neck to hold him tight. He smiled into the kiss. 

A new Star sparkled brilliantly above them, reflecting in the Ocean.

𝓞𝓬𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼

#oceans and stars #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes x ofc #bucky barnes x original character #bucky barnes x original female character #bucky barnes fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #velika dante king #it's over #:") #it's over now the music of the niiiight #this is a weird feeling but i love it

[lizselwyn]

the beast in me is caged by frail and fragile bars, restless by day and by night rants and rages at the stars

𝕰𝖑𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖜𝖞𝖓: 𝕬𝖓 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

𝖖 𝖚 𝖔 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘

If I told you what I was, Would you turn your back on me? And if I seem dangerous, Would you be scared? - Monster, Imagine Dragons.

Great, big footsteps pounding near; Their deadly echo resonating with fear. His heavy breathing reeked of blood and thirst. I knew right then, I was in for the worst.

“There are no heroes…in life, the monsters win.”  - George R R Martin

I can't escape this hell So many times I've tried But I'm still caged inside Somebody get me through this nightmare I can't control myself So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one would ever change this animal I have become - Three Days Grace, Animal I’ve Become. 

𝖇 𝖆 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈

NAME: Elizabeth Victoria Selwyn NICKNAMES: Liz by most people, Lizzie by close friends, and Eliza by her mother. AGE: 25 BIRTHDAY: May 25th GENDER: Female PRONOUNS: She/Her

𝖋 𝖆 𝖒 𝖎 𝖑 𝖞

MOTHER: ___ Selwyn (55) Pureblood. Cuban. FATHER: ___ Selwyn (57) Pureblood. Spanish. SIBLINGS: Charles Selwyn (25)

𝖕 𝖍 𝖞 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈 𝖆 𝖑 𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖘

FACE CLAIM: Ana de Armas BUILD: Slender and delicate, unassuming. HAIR: Shoulder length, wavy HAIR COLOR: Hazel. EYE COLOR: A warm brown, like the colour of melted chocolate. SKIN COLOR: Fair, warm and tanned. DOMINANT HAND: Right ANOMALIES: A scar in the shape of werewolf teeth on her right shoulder. Claw marks on her left hip from where Fenrir grabbed her. SCENT: Floral, with tinges of coffee. ACCENT: Well-spoken, a true British accent from her mother’s diction lessons. Elizabeth has learned to tone this down when serving the regulars at the Hog’s head. ALLERGIES: N/a DISORDERS: N/a FASHION: Elizabeth commonly wears plush jumpers and bootcut jeans for comfort. She has plenty of blouses and formal trousers from her time at the ministry, but Abe is far more relaxed in terms of dress code. She has recently cleared out her wardrobe of all things that were off the shoulder or a little too see-through that might reveal her secret. Elizabeth also wears a small locket, recently purchased with some of the family money that when opened shows precisely which phase the moon is in. It is beautiful and delicate, but is practical in knowing precisely where in the cycle they are. Elizabeth also wears a delicate emerald green ring, passed down through her maternal line for generations as a Selwyn family heirloom. She purchased a sapphire ring for her other hand to match her house colours, as she is deeply proud of being from Ravenclaw.  NERVOUS TICS: Playing with the hem of her shirt. QUIRKS: Nervously looking over her shoulder the closer it gets to the full moon. Misdirecting questions however she might. Blending in easily amongst a crowd of criminals despite her colourful clothing and unassuming nature.

𝖑 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 𝖘 𝖙 𝖞 𝖑 𝖊

RESIDES: The Selwyn family home. Elizabeth had plans to move out shortly before her transformation, but has shelved these. She knows that as soon as her identity is revealed, she will be forced out. For now, she is saving as much money as she can for when the inevitable happens so that she doesn’t end up homeless like the wolves that Fenrir leads. Her bedroom is large and plush, with the walls covered in Elizabeth’s painting. She has painted stars on the ceilings and all sorts of patterns across the walls. BORN: Selwyn family home. RAISED: Selwyn family home. PETS: None.

CAREER: Bartender, The Hog’s Head. EXPERIENCE:  Formerly a ministry worker for the Beast Division. EMPLOYER: Aberforth Dumbledore.

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Neutral, but Death Eater leaning. Liz is actively exploring what Fenrir Greyback has to offer, and what Voldemort has promised the werewolves in the event that he wins. BELIEFS: A better life for werewolves, a reduction of the stigma. MISDEMEANORS: N/a FELONIES:  Grievous bodily harm. Only in werewolf form, human Liz would only hurt if provoked. DRUGS: Minor marijuana use. SMOKES: Occasionally. ALCOHOL: Liz enjoys a crisp white wine, or a nice glass of gin. She doesn’t drink often, but if she does, she really goes to town. DIET: Liz has had a shift in diet since transforming into a werewolf. Now she can easily go days without eating at all, or days where all she eats is steak as raw as she can get. She’s still fond of sugary treats like Florean’s ice cream or a huge chunk of chocolate cake, but her diet has become significantly more meaty since her transformation.

LANGUAGES: English, Spanish. Her father speaks Spanish as his first language and taught both his children Spanish from a young age.

PHOBIAS: Being found out for what she truly is. Losing her family, and it being her own fault. HOBBIES: Reading, eating ice cream, flying, painting. TRAITS: { + }: Curious, compassionate, passionate, inquisitive, forgiving, loving. { - }: Stubborn, insecure, naive, secretive, private.

𝖋 𝖆 𝖛 𝖔 𝖗 𝖎 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘

LOCATION: Lake Windemere, Cumbria. Cambridge. Portmerion, Wales. Some of Liz’s favourite places are places of natural beauty, or those where muggle invention is both fascinating and beautiful. Before the travel restrictions came into force, Liz used to disappear into different towns and spend the day exploring with her eyes wide open. SPORTS TEAM: Holyhead Harpies. GAME: Gobstones. MUSIC: Classical, pop. MOVIES: N/a. FOOD: Whatever her dad is cooking. She’s never met anyone who can cook as well as her dad. Her favourites are his enchiladas, she’s tried to replicate his recipe on multiple occasions and they are nowhere near as tasty as his. BEVERAGE: Hot chocolate. COLOR: Midnight blue.

𝖒 𝖆 𝖌 𝖎 𝖈

ALUMNI HOUSE: Ravenclaw. WAND (LENGTH, FLEXIBILITY, WOOD, & CORE): Rowan wood with a unicorn hair core 10 and slightly yielding flexibility. AMORTENTIA: Cooking steak, fresh roses, cinnamon, bonfire smoke. PATRONUS: Liz is no longer able to cast a patronus, corporeal or otherwise. BOGGART: Herself in werewolf form.

𝖈 𝖍 𝖆 𝖗 𝖆 𝖈 𝖙 𝖊 𝖗

MORAL ALIGNMENT: True Neutral -  “She doesn’t feel strongly one way or the other when it comes to good vs. evil or law vs. chaos. Most neutral characters exhibit a lack of conviction or bias rather than a commitment to neutrality. Such a character thinks of good as better than evil-after all, she would rather have good neighbors and rulers than evil ones. Still, she’s not personally committed to upholding good in any abstract or universal way.” However, as Liz grows further into her new role as a werewolf and her morals and values slowly shift, I believe that Liz will shift towards Lawful Evil. MBTI: INFP MBTI ROLE: The Idealist - “ INFPs, like most introverts, are quiet and reserved. They prefer not to talk about themselves, especially in the first encounter with a new person. They like spending time alone in quiet places where they can make sense of what is happening around them. They love analyzing signs and symbols, and consider them to be metaphors that have deeper meanings related to life. They are lost in their imagination and daydreams, always drowned in the depth of their thoughts, fantasies, and ideas. ” ENNEAGRAM: 4 ENNEAGRAM ROLE: The Individualist - “Fours are defined by their belief that they are different from other people, and by their feelings of envy for what others have. Fours have the sense that something is missing from their lives, and they worry they will never have the happiness that others experience. Fours feel they are fundamentally flawed and broken, and will never truly be understood by other people. At the same time, they passionately long for the type of deep connection that will make them feel whole and accepted.“ Prior to Liz’s change, Liz would have been a Nine - The Peacemaker, who like to keep a low profile and let others set the agenda. TEMPERAMENT:  Melancholic - individuals tend to be analytical and detail-oriented, and they are deep thinkers and feelers. They are introverted and try to avoid being singled out in a crowd WESTERN ZODIAC: Gemini CHINESE ZODIAC: Sheep / Goat PRIMAL SIGN: Centipede - “Centipedes are sweet, caring, and always know the right thing to say. They are always pointing others toward the positives in life, though they themselves are prone to anxiety and depression. While they don’t care if they look tough or not, Centipedes hate to look weak, afflicted, or in any other way not living the perfect life. They try very hard to be there for others, but hate to ask for help when they need it. While Centipedes are very caring and involved with friends and family they can also become resentful if this caring becomes expected of them. They like to give of themselves as a gift to others but don’t feel comfortable having others rely on them.” TAROT CARD: Temperance, The Hierophant. TV TROPES: The Quiet One, Wound That Will Not Heal, Token Minority, Properly Paranoid, Dirty Coward, Heart of Gold, Everyone has Standards.

IDEOLOGIES:

Despite having a Spanish father and a Cuban mother, Liz used to hate the summer and found it almost unbearably hot. Now she relishes in the sun, and is beginning to fear the dark of night instead. Liz believes that flavoured coffee is a crime against humanity. Self-preservation is increasingly becoming the most important thing in Liz’s life, as she attempts to keep her new status under wraps and protect herself from harm. Swimming in the sea when it is cool is one of the most refreshing ways to relax. Naively believed she might be able to avoid taking a side within this war. Now, she will only take the side of those who have a role for werewolves in society after this war is won. The best British food is a proper roast dinner, followed by a huge chunk of homemade chocolate cake. Spanish cuisine is the best cuisine. 

#dulcetask #about #development #introduction

[szopenhauer]

How would you describe yourself in three words? me, myself, I

How would others describe you in three words? depends 

Are you okay with long silences? Do they make you uncomfortable? depends

Do you believe in the paranormal?  some

How high is your pain tolerance? high

Do you bite your nails?: nah When you use stairs, do you usually hold the rail?: probably Have you ever eaten a snail?: nope Have you ever been stung by a bee?: I haven’t yet luckily  Are the best things in life really free?: no Have you ever planted a tree?: sure Are you wearing anything that’s gray?: not currently Are you more likely to text “Okay”, “OK” or just “K”?: ok or k or even kk but not okay When did you last check the time?: 20 minutes ago Do you keep spare change in a jar?: not in a jar Have you ever seen a deer (in real life)?: passing by (bus/train) Right now, what can you hear?: some noise from outside (neighbors’s music) and my parents’ voices Have you ever seen a bear (in real life)?: zoo Have you ever played Truth or Dare?: yup Are you wearing anything that’s blue?: not currently Have you ever eaten glue?: ewww, wtf Do you tend to buy clothes used or new?: used 

How often do you take painkillers? basically never Do you own any leather? fake only Do you party because you like it or because you’re supposed to? I don’t party

Do you have a therapist? not anymore Have you ever wanted to be a superhero? why not Ever used an online dating site? few Have you ever gotten a good grade in math class? yeah Have you ever seen a ghost? I think so Have you parents ever walked in on you having sex? sexting Do you think someone would ever want to marry you? maybe Do you like Thanksgiving? I’m against it

Have you ever thought you were drowning? as a kid

Do straight people make you uncomfortable? sometimes lmfao Would you ever dye your hair pink? doubt it Are you embarassed about your sex life or lack there of? sigh... Are you good at making conversation? dunno Do you go on a lot of dates? recently Are you a comic book geek? I don’t read comics

Did you just think of sex? why would I? Have you ever heard of The Cranberries? obvi

Have you ever lived in a mobile home?: I wanted to buy one

Have you ever had your bedroom in a basement?: nope

Do you think it would be cool to have a lion as a pet?: not really

In the house - shoes, socks, slippers or bare feet?: slippers or socks at least

Do you consider dogs inside or outside pets?: more outside

Have you ever had a crush on a friend’s parent?: nah

A teacher says she’s noticed you’ve looked sad, do you confide in her?: maybe

Do you like the sound of birds singing when you wake up, or is it annoying?: depends

If someone gave you a kitten, would you keep it?: doubtful

Do you like or hate to buy new shoes?: they’re expensive :(

Do you keep your phone on you at all times or forget it a lot: I keep it around often now as I have a gf but when I was single I didn’t 

Do you enjoy doing things outdoors?: some, at times

Which of your parents do you laugh more with?: dad

Where do you keep your phone at night?: on my desk

Do you feel comfortable asking your parents or grandparents for money?: I feel uncomfy :(

Five things you need to throw out: ugh...

Do you think you’re clever? I have my moments

Can you remember how you celebrated your 10th birthday? I don’t 

Do you sleep well most nights? not really, not recently

Is there music in your head right now? Sour candy by Lady Gaga

Did you ever play cowboys and indians when you were growing up? I did not

Would you like to become a dancer? meh

What colour is the bathroom of your house painted? green and purple - I was choosing and painting too :)

Do you like the Austin Powers films? no

Do you work better in a clean or messy environment? if it’s my mess then it doesn’t bother me 

Do you ever wear black lipstick? I did in the past, had goth phase :P

Which colour would you rather have your hair: pink, grey or green? green or grey

Don’t you just hate the sound of people eating? often

Would you rather play a good or an evil character in a play? good

Do most people annoy you? absolutely

When was the last time you just wanted to be left alone? kinda now, just go to sleep everyone omg 

Would you rather have a lazy day or a day of being really busy? lazy

Do you like the way that spoken French sounds? not really

Do people find you “cute”? mostly because I’m short

Don’t you hate it when your cell phone dies in the middle of a convo? yeah Have you ever had to cancel a bank account? yep Was the last conversation you had an argument? sigh... If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? maybe not today but soon Is the last person you kissed, going to be the next person you kiss? if I’m ever going to kiss somebody yet then her How long was your longest make out? short because she forgets to breathe XD Do you want to dance? not now for sure Are you mad at anyone right now? ugh... What was the last thing you found pointless? everything is? If you could have anyone as your roommate, who would you choose? dad Have you ever changed the prices of items at a store? no but I took price and put it on the same product in a different color because I wanted that specific one and someone teared it  Do you go for walks often? would say so Would your parents disown you if you got pregnant? my mom wants grandkids so maybe not How strange do people say you are? just weird, they don’t really say how much  Have you opened food at a grocery store & ate it without or before paying? nooo  Do you believe in the 10 second rule? I’ve only heard of the 5 second rule which I also don’t believe in - once it touched the ground - it’s trash Have you ever been in a limo? nope

You ever kissed someone at your house? not in my house

Will you be up before 7 am tomorrow? hope not Are you in a good mood right now? ... Do you want someone to call you right now? no thx How artistic are you? kind of Is it possible that you’ll ever be a cat lady? dog lady if anything Are you currently looking forward to tomorrow? blergh Have you ever been in a situation where you had to be around your ex everyday? luckily not Would you kiss anyone you have texts from in your phone? I did Could you go a day not talking to the last person you kissed? I could but I won’t  Are you comfortable sharing drinks with your friends? sorry but no Have your parents ever questioned your virginity? my mom questioned it Do you find graveyards scary? nah When was the last time you made a pinky promise? recently Is there anything written on the shirt you’re wearing right now? there is Are you shorter or taller than most of your friends? shortest Honestly, do you double dip? might Anything happened to you in the past month that made you really mad? more than one thing Have you ever kissed underwater? no, would never If you were paid 1 million dollars, would you kiss someone that was the same sex as you? I do it for free Who was the last person you cried in front of? my mother

Do you like sprinkles on your ice cream? meh

Can you say “Sally sells seashells by the sea shore” fast without messing up? I can  Is there anything plaid near you? What is it? not near Was today a bad hair day for you? obvi Do you have all teeth? still Have you ever been sent a postcard in the mail? From who? I even been part of this postcrossing website in the past Do you know how to do the moon walk? I know/can do it Which subject are you better at - science or history? was better at science but I forgot almost everything I learned in school by now Has anybody ever told you that you have a good singing voice? believe me or not but someone did even tho I think it was a lie Are you the youngest person living in your house? I am  Has anybody ever described you as a heart breaker? yep Are you wearing pajamas right now? not yet Has anybody ever told you that you talk too fast? mom When was the last time you attended a barbeque? I hate barbeques so never and don’t plan to What was your favorite thing to go on at the playground as a kid? swings? Do you know how much you weighed at birth? How much? I don’t remember