#mashing them together like dolls in my brain. no one's doing it like them!!!!!!!!

[rin-enjoyer]

sorry im just not over. obito and kakashi in their respective "team 7 sensei" timelines both feel immense guilt over failing to stop their "guy who got the sanbi stuffed inside them" from committing suicide. vs rin just. killing obito no hesitation no remorse and then she did not think about him ever again.

#tw suicide #mashing them together like dolls in my brain. no one's doing it like them!!!!!!!! #anyways i legit think that if they met each other they would. well something would happen for sure. #assuming this is post “the one that did the akatsuki has been defeated and died” in every timeline #it gets REALLY funny because again. responses to said guy varied #obito and kakashi being horrified at what their idol has become #vs rin. kind of sort of forgetting kakashis name WHOOPS..... #at least kakashi got some closure with his obito. obito tried to reason with rin #and got shut down so so so hard lmao. kaguya happened and instead of turning to the ninja side she went “awooga” and doubled down

[megamindsecretlair]

It's a Little Warm, Part 4

Pairing: Bucky x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Cursing. Allusions to abusive, toxic parents. Mentions of private parts. Mild age gap. Reader is late 20s and Bucky is mid 30s. Dom Bucky. Finally, some smut! Dirty talk, PIV and unprotected sex. Fingering, fem receiving. Part 4 of 5. Some sentences are intentional AAVE.

Summary: Sam Wilson is your play uncle and has invited you and Bucky to stay at a cabin with him, Sarah, and the kids. At dinner that evening, you promised to pay Bucky back for leaving you unfulfilled. You should've known that he'd take the reins right back.

Word Count: 2,831k

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A/N: Holy wow, four parts already? I know this took a while to get out. My brain wasn't braining, okay?! And I have nothing to say for myself, except I'm feral again and Bucky can always get it. Sorry if I missed any warnings. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

taglist: @softimgyu @blackreaderatrisk @braverthanthenewworld @multiversefanfics @monaeesstuff

The look on Bucky’s face was well worth putting on this dress. The only ones at the table at the moment were Aunt Sarah and the boys. The boys were oblivious, into a video game they played at the table. Aunt Sarah snapped her fingers and gave you a knowing look.

But Bucky’s face…you wish you could capture that look on his face. His eyes were narrowed, his nostrils slightly flared. He had a smirk on his face like he knew something you didn’t and you hoped that meant he was imagining ripping the dress off of you. 

You sat down next to him and blinked up innocently at him. “Hey everyone,” you said.

Bucky rubbed his jaw and sighed. Aunt Sarah shook her head and said hello. “How ya feeling?” She asked you.

“I’m fine. Damn, ya’ll are dramatic,”  you said.

The kids made fun of you for cursing. “Oh, stay out of grown folk business,” you said and stuck your tongue out at them. They stuck their tongues out at you. Aunt Sarah fussed at them to put the game away.

You snaked your hand on to Bucky’s thigh. It was thick and firm and to his credit, he didn’t jump. He looked at you and smirked. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked.

“Having a bit of fun. Don’t we have fun with each other?” You asked.

“You’re playing with fire, doll,” he grumbled, low enough for just you to hear.

“I’m counting on it.” You grinned as Uncle Sam came outside, carrying a large tray of meat. 

Steam rose up from the steaks he cooked. It simmered in light grease and the marinade he used. Your mouth watered as he settled it in the middle of the table. Also on the table were various bowls that Uncle Sam and Aunt Sarah put together after everyone had come inside. 

You inched your hand closer to Bucky’s dick and his leg finally twitched. He ran his tongue over his canine as he looked at you. His heavenly blue eyes promised holy retribution and you shivered.

Together, you said a small grace before bowls were being passed around in a circle. You took a piece of steak and put it on your plate, along with veggies and mashed potatoes. You grabbed a hard cider from the side of you, and you all dug in, trading stories.

Night was starting to wash away the rich hues of orange and pink and lingering blue. Stars peaked out overhead. The heat finally died away, casting a gentle breeze off of the lake. The sun still hung around though, as if it didn’t want the day to end either.

“Man, and then he let some little girl whup his ass!” Uncle Sam chuckled as he talked about Bucky.

“You try balancing on a moving truck against super soldiers. Not all of us have wings,” Bucky playfully grumbled. 

Bucky wiped his mouth with his napkin and then placed his hand on your thigh. As he spoke and recounted what happened with the Flag Smashers, he talked animatedly with his left hand. His right hand, however, the sneaky bastard inched it over your thigh. 

He lifted the hem of your dress and teased your pussy over your panties. You bit your lip to keep from moaning. You concentrated on keeping your face neutral. Ain’t no fucking way he was going to try and turn the tables on you now, while he was telling a story. You had shown mercy letting him eat his food in peace.

As he spoke about Uncle Sam also getting his ass kicked on said truck, you slipped your hand back on his thigh. You ran your hand along his thickening bulge that seemed to keep growing the more you played with him. And damn him, he didn’t falter in his story once. You searched further, for the tip, and ran your nails across it. 

He choked for a bit and you hid a smirk. Bucky kept choking and he took a sip of water.

“Yeah, you know that was a lie. That’s why your ass is choking,” Uncle Sam said. The table laughed. You kept running your nails across his tip before he moved his hand out from under your dress.

He drank some water and you removed your hand. There was no way he could stand up now. Not without broadcasting that he was as hard as brick.

“I’m choking trying to get it out without laughing,” Bucky said with a grin. Uncle Sam smirked and drank his beer.

“Then what happened?” AJ asked. 

“Boy, you’ve heard this a million times,” Aunt Sarah said.

“I like hearing it,” AJ said with a shrug.

Aunt Sarah looked at you and rolled her eyes. You laughed and shook your head. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Aunt Sarah asked.

While Bucky continued to entertain the kids, you leaned over a bit.

“I am fine. Can ya’ll please stop worrying about me?” You asked.

“I know what this time of the year means…”

You waved her off. “I’m better than fine. I promise. It doesn’t hurt anymore. Do you believe me?” You asked.

Aunt Sarah searched your eyes, but with the approaching darkness, you hoped it hid how wide your eyes must look or how you were blinking too much. Yeah, this time of the year fucking sucked. When you decided to cut your parents off, it wasn’t a quiet parting. Half the neighborhood heard your screaming match.

Aunt Sarah let you stay with her while you shuffled what little things you managed to keep out of your parent’s house. She helped you grieve and mope. Helped you find a gig and move out to your own place. You didn’t need them. They were nothing more than tissue donors.

Aunt Sarah gave you one last look before nodding. You breathed a sigh of relief.

You tuned back into the conversation just as Bucky started mouthing off about John Walker.

“Don’t ruin the mood with that dollar store Captain Colonizer,” Uncle Sam barked out a laugh and nearly choked on his beer.

“Please, leave the name calling to Y/N. She’s better at it,” Aunt Sarah said and laughed.

“Hey, I’m better at names than she is!” Uncle Sam said.

The table was quiet for about two seconds before everyone erupted into a fit of laughter. It instantly raised your mood and you had tears in your eyes. “All ya’ll suck,” Uncle Sam grumbled.

“Can we go look at the stars now?” AJ asked.

“Yeah, it’s dark enough!” Cass seconded.

“Barely. You’re sure?” Aunt Sarah asked.

The kids nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, let’s go!” Uncle Sam was nothing but a damn kid himself. He challenged the kids to race him to the edge of the lake. Aunt Sarah shook her head.

“They love it when he comes to visit,” she remarked before she stood up and started tidying up.

“You go on ahead. We’ll clean up. The least we can do since you cooked,” Bucky offered.

Aunt Sarah gave him a look that definitely said she wasn’t buying that lame ass excuse. Bucky chuckled and licked his lips. “I swear. I was raised to help. I feel useless just sitting here,” he said.

“It’s called a vacation,” she said.

“Never understood the term.” He turned on his charming smile, the megawatt movie star one he was fond of tossing around. It should be illegal. He definitely knew what he was up to when he sicced it on people.

Not even Aunt Sarah was immune. Her face still held a skeptical look before she looked at you and raised her eyebrow. You gave her an innocent look.

“Clean up thoroughly,” she said ominously, looking at you specifically.

“Ew!” You said and waved her off. She laughed and headed across the yard towards the docks where Uncle Sam was pointing into the sky for the kids.

Once she was a safe distance away, Bucky looked at you. “You think you’re pretty cute, don’t you?” 

“Of course I’m cute,” you said. He chuckled and stood up, his dick at full attention and straining against his dark jeans. He gathered up some of the dishes, just like he said. He carried most of it, while you grabbed the tray that held the steaks and walked into the kitchen. 

No sooner had you both put your dishes down, did Bucky pull you by the hand and crowded your space. He stepped close, too close, until your bodies were pressed together. “You’re a fucking brat that doesn’t listen.” 

You blinked innocently at him. “I do listen, I swear. I’m just not used to being denied an orgasm. I don’t like it,” you said.

“You seem to have a hard time understanding who’s in charge here,” he said. His face did an adorable scrunch and you resisted the urge to smooth the furrow in his brow.

“Not really. We both know it’s me,” you said. You trailed your hand over his stomach and down his legs until you cupped him. He grinned, slowly, and ran his tongue over his lips. 

“That right, doll?” He asked.

“Yup. I’ve got you wrapped around my cute little finger,” you said. Bucky chuckled and threw his head back. Whether he was praying for patience or praying for strength you didn’t know, you just wanted him to touch you.

Bucky looked out of the window, to check on the family. He crossed the kitchen and turned off the lights, plunging you into near blackness. The porch light from outside cast long shadows on the kitchen floor.

Bucky grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the pantry. You yelped as he was none too gentle about it. He shoved you inside and closed the door, only leaving a tiny crack.

“You are such a fucking tease. You want it then?” His voice was breathless and seemed louder in the close quarters of the pantry. It wasn’t terribly huge, just big enough for three people to step into comfortably.

You couldn’t see him. You could only feel him as he fumbled with his belt and jeans. The metal of the buckle hit one of the shelves. The slide of the zipper pulled down. Next he was grabbing you by the hips and twisting you exactly how he wanted you, your back against his chest. He used his boots to slide your legs wider.

“Hands on the shelf, doll.” 

You complied. Your harsh breaths mixed with his as anticipation steadily built inside of you. Despite the desperate need you knew you both felt, his hands on you were slow and methodical. He ran his hands along your bare arms, down your sides. He cupped your breasts and you sighed.

He brought his head down to rest against yours. His fingers bunched up your dress. “So fucking needy, aren’t you?” 

You nodded. “Words, doll,” he said.

“Yes,” you said.

He kissed your neck, licked it. His breath fanned over it, creating a heady mix of sensations you could barely keep track of. 

“See, I wanted to do this nice and slow thing like a gentleman. Stretch that pretty pussy so you’d be ready for me and you’d be comfortable. But your needy ass couldn’t wait that long, could you?” 

“No,” you whimpered. His filthy words made you ache so painfully. You needed his hands on you. Where it mattered. Then the bastard groaned in your ear. 

You brought your hand back to play with his soft hair. He grabbed it and placed it back on the shelf. He chuckled. “I’m gonna have to teach you to fuckin’ listen.”

You ground your hips into his crotch. You didn’t care how pathetic you looked. You were only glad the light were off. There was nothing but feel and the sound of his voice. 

“Nothing to say?” He finally began to slide your dress up and over your thighs, over your hips. “You were so confident a few minutes ago.” 

“Dammit, Bucky…” You didn’t have time for teasing. He had been teasing you for the past day and a half. Everything he did was a tease. If he glanced at you, he was teasing. You couldn’t take it anymore. 

The bastard chuckled. He slid his hands inside your panties, going right to the core of you. You ought to be embarrassed by how wet you were for him. “That’s my girl,” he growled in  your ear.

He played with your clit, rubbing his fingers over and over in slow circles. “More, I want more,” you moaned.

“You want more? Beg me for it. Since you have me wrapped around your little finger.” 

He would choose now to throw your words back into your face. You didn’t care. Not as long as it meant you could finally have him. 

“Please, Bucky. Please fuck me,” you begged. “Please, please…” you cried. The more he played with you, the higher up on your tiptoes you went. His fingers felt so good playing with you. The wet suction of his fingers sliding into your pussy helped to drive your desire higher and higher.

“Shh, relax. Relax,” he whispered as he slowed his pace and made you sink back to the floor. He continued to go slow as he whispered and put you at ease.

He chuckled again and bit your ear. “You beg so pretty for me. Gonna have to try and keep quiet, okay?”

He slid his metal fingers into your hair and pushed you forward so that you were bent over. He used your slickness to coat his dick. Then, he moved your panties to the side and slid home.

You both cried out in a breathless moan as he filled you up completely. He left no room whatsoever. “Shit,” you cried.

Bucky chuckled and bit your ear again, holding on to your hip with his free hand as he began to move. He moved all the way out before slamming back in. He did it a few more times as you adjusted to his size. You slid easily. You were so wet, it started to leak down the inside of your legs.

The only sounds in the tiny pantry were his grunts, the wet slap of your thighs on his, and the whines you couldn’t keep quiet, no matter how much you wanted to. He set a brutal pace, slamming into you over and over. You dropped your head to the shelf in front of you and rode him. 

“That’s right. Move that ass. Gonna make me do all the work?”

“No…” You cried. 

“This what you wanted, huh? You wanted this cock inside this pussy,” he whispered.

“Yes, yes…” His fingers dug into your hip as he went deeper, hitting a spot no other man had been able to find. 

You felt him twitch inside of you. You were too far gone to make a snarky comment about it. You just needed to reach that peak. As if you were at the top of a rollercoaster and you were about to fall over. You were nearly there. You could feel it, gathering low in your belly. 

He groaned and whimpered in your ear. Both of you were dizzy with pleasure. “Come for me, doll. Come on, I can feel it. I can feel you squeeze this cock.”

You clenched painfully on him before he thrust deeper and you exploded around him. Your orgasm shook you to your core. You unraveled and it was only by his hand in your hair and on your hip that you didn’t float away.

You bit your lip so hard you tasted blood, trying not to scream the way you really wanted to. Bucky thrust one more time before he joined you, shooting cum into you. He kept going. He kept fucking it into you as if trying to brand himself there.

When he stopped twitching, he collapsed against you, pushing you into the shelves. Your breaths mingled as you tried to find a way back to your body. His mouth was against the back of your head.

He panted and groaned. He kissed your head. He kissed your jaw and the side of your neck. “That’s my beautiful doll. You’re so gorgeous.” He continued to kiss you and rub his hands up and down your arms as he stayed lodged inside you. 

Your legs were wobbly and you shook in front of him. You huffed and panted, calming down from such a powerful rush. 

He started to slip out of you and you felt a tiny rush of his cum leak out. It was obscene and so fucking hot. You moaned at the loss of him. 

He grabbed your chin and twisted you around until he could kiss you, his lips moving sloppily over yours.

“The hell are ya’ll at?”

You gasped. You had just enough time to fix your panties before the door swung open. Bucky moved quicker, shielding you from Uncle Sam.

“The fuck is going on here?!”

Read Part 1 | Read Part 2 | Read Part 3 | Read Part 5

#megaminds secret files #The Secret Bucky Files #marvel smut #fanfic #fanfiction #Bucky x Black!reader #Bucky x Black reader #Bucky x reader #Bucky x you #Bucky x Fem!reader #Bucky x Fem reader #Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes fanfic #Bucky Barnes fan fic #bucky barnes fan fiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic

[nekole-doodles]

For today's DMSP AU, Imma talk about my Fullmetal Alchemist DSMP AU, one of my many AU mash-ups! Here we go!

Obviously, this is heavily based on Fullmetal Alchemist(The original manga plot and the FMA: Brotherhood series btw) so here are some of the roles the characters have:

Tommy - Edward Elric: They both have similar personalities but one is tall while the other is made fun of for being short which is hilarious in my opinion :) Also, Tommy joined the military when he was 12-14 and he's currently 16.

Ranboo - Alphonse Elric: I had to think about this one a lot since Tommy and Ranboo wouldn't be blood brothers like in the original and Ranboo would not be a suit of armor. Ranboo is the adopted brother of Tommy and they're still really close. Ranboo's soul was transferred into a sort of large organic doll/chimera that was the experiment of Phil(who takes the place of Von Hohenheim, I'll get to him in a bit). It's basically a lot like C! Ranboo's body but it's incredible durable/has tough skin(as in bulletproof), can't digest food(the body will reject and Ranboo would end up having to spit it out), can't sleep, and can't feel anything(he can hear, see, and smell, but not taste, feel pain/feel anything physical). His original body is basically Ranboo in real life but younger. The body Ranboo's soul is in has a lot of complexities to it that will be explained for another time.

Tubbo - Winry: He's an automail mechanic, it suits him. He also won't hesitate to clonk Tommy's head with a wrench if Tommy gets careless with his automail. He's surprisingly strong(as in probably being able to pick Tommy up and throw him) and hates feeling powerless despite always being left powerless.

Phil - Von Hohenheim: Still immortal and still left his family. Tommy doesn't like Phil because he left them but Ranboo feels more neutral about Phil. Basically like in the original FMA. Phil's wife is, of course, Kristin(RIP). He also doesn't have wings. Idk what else to say for Phil, he's really similar to C! Phil and Von Hohenheim.

Wilbur(not related to cc! Wilbur) - Roy Mustang: It just fits so well in my brain. His title is the Dynamite Alchemist and yes, he is sane. He's a lot like L'manberg era Wilbur but much less naive since he's seen what war is. ALSO, his uniform is extremely similar to the L'manberg military uniform in C! DSMP(but without the hat), I just really like that idea :)))) He and Tommy have a similar relationship as Ed and Roy in FMA but if you added more friendship and fondness because I love Crimeboys in AUs and DSMP :]

Techno - Scar: I debated VERY HARD on this one between Techno taking the role of Scar or General Armstrong/Olivier Armstrong because both fit so well for me. In the end, I decided on Scar but with a different backstory. Techno is a piglin hybrid because I added hybrid races to this world. So far, there are Enderians(I'll talk about them more in another post) and Piglins but there might be more. Techno is an anarchist still and he's very strong and good in combat. I still haven't figured out how he'll gain the destructive alchemy ability but I know that at some point, he'll be able to do more reconstruction, even being able to change the physical appearance of a person(that'll be elaborated on later). Techno did not kill Tubbo's parents btw, so Tommy doesn't have as much anger towards him besides the fact he keeps trying to kill state alchemists and succeeding most of the time. When Tommy and Techno had to work together, they had some surprisingly nice joking moments but it still took a while for Tommy to be comfortable around him since, y'know, Techno tried killing him on several occasions. I think he'll still have the voices which will be a major part of his backstory that I'm still piecing together.

Okay, it's late and I'm tired so that's all you're getting right now.

#dsmp au #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #dsmp #dream smp #dreamsmp #fullmetal alchemist dsmp au #tommy innit #tommyinnit #tommyinnit dsmp #dsmp tommy #tommy dsmp #dsmp ranboo #ranboo dsmp #ranboo #ranboo beloved #tubbo dsmp #dsmp tubbo #au lore #dsmp au lore #tubbo #tubbo underscore #philza minecraft #philza #dsmp philza #philza dsmp #technoblade #technoblade dsmp #dsmp techno #dsmp technoblade

[jakowskis]

Day 13 - Favorite ship(s)? Any Torchwood OTPs? Go ahead, gush about them!

dude i multiship so hard in this fandom i dont think there’s a single combination i havent thought of + found a way to enjoy, and that extends to trios. AND i like tw poly. i am mashing them together like barbie dolls. i am having sm fun here in my room

even the ones i don’t exactly “like” still make me Feel Things (more on that later), and even the ones i tend to prefer as friends (more on that later, too), i can still see it if i want to yknow. that’s what’s fun about the slutty bisexy show! woo! they all compel me. 

nonetheless, here are the pairings i like the most, ranked by how often i think of them + how insane they make me. im not gonna gush a ton, actually, bc i get annoyed w how much i talk, so ill keep every explanation under 15 words

owen x ianto: I Want Them Covered in Blood Together (Gnashing My Teeth) (by fall out boy)

owen x andy: golden retriever boyfriend for owen bc sometimes it’s nice to not be angsty (gooseberry who?)

owen x jack: i dont know how they make me feel but they make me feel Something :/

ianto x tosh: THEY’D BE SO CUTE they’d be precious that’s all

tosh x andy: see above. tosh deserves a sweet bf (there are no girls to ship her with 😔)

owen x suzie: they’re mirrors, they’re the same… they intrigue me. also Hawt xD (im bi)

owen x gwen: better as besties imho but im still a bi moron who’s not immune

jack x ianto: overrated imho BUT i do still like them. sigh. dead line speech wahhh

gwen x rhys: i love their relationship troubles n the way it grounds the show. theyre cute

jack x the doctor: sending jack off to harass the doctor so the team can Rest (+ Im Compelled)

jack x gwen: they compel me a little. a teeny bit. not too much but a little

(can u tell i like owen ships. he just has such fascinating relationships w everyone)

ok i lied ill say a couple things. firstly my otp being owento… i’ve talked a bit about it but in brief it started out because i can't resist having at least one enemies/rivals to lovers ship per fandom and ep12 blew my mind a little - and then something just Clicked and they somehow achieved top ten ships of all time status in my brain?? idk what happened there. i usually go for canon-based ships, so having one that kind of lacks substance in the source media (allegedly; i think they’re fruity in canon. but u know what i mean like theyre not ‘canon’ in a show where there is in fact gay TEXT rather than just the subtextual shit theyre doing yanno) and is largely a beast of my own creation (+ the influence of the wonderful handful of fic writers we’ve had over the years) has been rlly fun. 

im largely preoccupied with those two, but i’ve found jack + his relationship with ianto kind of inherently haunts owen x ianto… if you’ve read my fic you know what i mean by that. i can’t see owento existing on its own, like janto fundamentally co-exists next to it so i have to take it into account, and then jack and owen also have a fascinating relationship so i’ve kind of just ended up spending a lot of time thinking about and figuring out owen x ianto x jack in all combinations, because there’s a lot of fascinating stuff going on there from every end. introducing owen to the equation also kind of… ig redeems janto for me, bc i found them offensively underwhelming in s1 and s2. they should be dark and fucked up, and they’re not. owen kind of… brings smth dark and fucked up to the table, and a lot of why i like shipping him with ianto is bc they bring shit out of each other - and owen, for his part, is capable of bringing out ianto’s repressed rage and forcing him to deal with things he’d rather try to compartmentalize and ignore… i find that super compelling, and i also find it useful for breaking down my issues with how jack & ianto’s relationship is initially presented. like, he’s a handy narrative tool for that hfsdjkf. point is, whether i like it or not, jack and his relationships with my girlies (owen n ianto are the girlies <3) is kind of also an intrinsic part of what most of my fixation-oriented brain power goes into thinking about. i’ve been developing this huge fic ‘verse fdhfjk.... Im Very Tired

sometimes i like fun, though, which is what’s behind a lot of those other ships. i’m generally into very dark + angsty + psychological themes, but sometimes fluff and domesticity and occasional silliness is nice, and that’s what’s behind owandy (i have an au where they meet before owen dies) and iantosh (+ gwen x rhys) as my sort of… alternative endgame. my comfort ‘au’. not an au, exactly, but an alternative fluffier world to the darker owento-based one i’ve crafted and spend most of my time thinking about fdshkfj. i also like sending jack off to go bother the doctor, in this ‘au’, because unfortunately i don’t think he’s conductive to the team’s happiness. i think he needs to find his own way to heal and that should probs include the doctor, considering how obsessed jack is with them + how much he needs to unpack All That Shit he has going on before he can be any sort of truly positive force in the lives of the tw team. so for now he’s banned from the polycule for jack crimes. listen, i love that torchwood’s inherently sad and dark and lonely, it’s what compels me, and i’m ultimately glad that’s the core of the show - but it doesn’t have to be. sometimes i enjoy a nicer alternative. i think they could fix it. and that’s what fandom + fanfic is for. 

i also have several ot3s i enjoy, mostly owen ones. i think he deserves a bf + a gf, i think it’d fix him. put that bitch in a bisexual sandwich and maybe he'd behave. in particular, i love owen x tosh x ianto, it’s the only place i ship owen/tosh bc i think ianto would keep owen in check and they’d all better each other. i love owen x tosh x andy for similar reasons. can you tell the four characters im biased towards fhdskj. (i love gwen just as much but she’s kind of doing her own thing with just rhys and jack imo fdkfjsd. perhaps torchwood is composed of two polycules and jack is the link between both of them)

#tdot #txt #take a shot every time i say compel fhsdkjfds

[punishedcrow]

UHHH I HAD A DREAM (maybe future fanfic? idk)

so uhhh i had a dream i was a guest at the Dimitrescu manor. first of all Lady D was letting me sleep on her big ass bed while she slept on he guest room and i didn't notice it until, well...

i had just recovered from a wound or sickness, something like that. and she decided to like personally bring me fancy wine and cheese to my bed. peak creepy "i took care of you when sick" kinda fanfiction shit.

ok so whatever, got drunk, started making out sloppy (for a very long time like i could one day write an actual fic of the entire thing) and she went to grab her strap. my brain is just fucking genius bc it collected my favorite parts of distinct fics and mashed them together. Alcina went "could you give me a hand, love?" and i went bonkers. my arms are short and her ass was fat, so she noticed my commitment there. then she goes "i got this adjusted for my size" and i almost died. when she was ready and got up to grab the strap, something cockblocked us.

it didn't even make any sense bc we were suddenly in a car in Romania, wearing robes like clearly got outta there in a hurry, driving up a parking lot building to go save someone? but then this someone betrayed us and went like "i actually cursed this whole place so now youre stuck here forever".

because we were so horny we were like "oh no we're stuck in this pitch black parking lot by some evil magic, guess we'll make out in the car!" so we started doing that. HOWEVER we left the strap home and i was like "no way im waking up before i get strapped".

to explain this next segment i gotta explain the magic curse or whatever was happening there with dream logic.

first: the curse this mystery person put on the parking lot was specifically at some gates that were blocking the ramps leading us out of the top of the building, to the bottom. you know parking lot buildings have ramps and all and if theres any gate on these ramps, they're gonna be at the top of the ramp because they wouldn't function otherwise. BUT, in this case, those gates were AT THE BOTTOM of the ramps. so basically my big ass brain was like "the curse was placed ON THE GATE but not on THE HINGES of this said gate" and bc the brain dictates the rules of that world unconsciously it was like yeah of course thats what it is.

so what i did was just drive the fuck through the gates, gaining momentum from going down the ramp and breaking the shit out of the gates' hinges. when we got out of there the car was barely working and i STILL HAD TO PARK. so you can imagine my horny ass REALISTICALLY DRIVING A CAR (context is that i haven't driven in like a year irl) and having a hard time doing it BECAUSE I WANTED TO GET RAILED. also i wanted to do it before sunlight/waking up because of her vampirism and me already knowing it was a dream at this point, SO I HAD LIMITED TIME.

in the end, i woke up right after parking and spent a hot minute feeling really frustraded lmao. oh and by the way, in the bedroom part, Donna Beneviento was watching it all happen through a doll's eyes because Alcina had asked me to basically "baby monitor" me when i was sick. Oh and we knew it. However, we also knew she wasn't behing the parking lot curse thing, so she didn't cockblock us. I have a slight memory that Alcina was aware that Donna was enjoying herself (?)

this dream was somehow a mix of the regular RE8 lore and Resident Lover's lore, so there's that. maybe if i ever muster the sanity to do so, i'll write a proper fic of this dream

#if anyone likes this shit and wants to write it feel free #i wanna write it as /Reader bc i think thats hot #anyways hope someone likes knowing this piece of my brain #RE8 #resident lover #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #dreamposting #one time i dreamt #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #n/sfw

[crystalninjaphoenix]

I love all your AUs! If you don't mind, could you say what all the Horror Septics look like? I know you probably said it before, but I just want to be sure

Aw thank you! I'm glad you enjoy them ^-^ Hmm, been a while since I wrote Horror Septics, I should probably get to that sometime.

Anyway, I like keeping things vague in my horror writing so that your imagination can fill in the details! In my experience, the things your brain comes up with are probably scarier than any detailed description, though, of course, details do have a place in horror. But I'll give out vague general descriptions, since it has been a while since I did that.

Misery is similar to Distorter from my Switch AU in a vague way. They both have a gray color scheme and dark eyes. But Misery is generally darker, with black tear tracts leaking from its eyes. I've played with the idea of small holes in its skin, just to give nightmares to those with trypophobia. It's covered in a fine layer of dust and often has a sharp, head-swimming smell about it. But it's hard to get details of Misery since it always disappears if you look directly at it.

Sangria's appearance is pretty fluid. It always fits the general description of a person with long dark hair who wears a red hoodie/jacket/coat/hat of some sort, but all other details depend on the person, often looking like the most generic yet trustworthy person someone can think of. Its true form is thin and bony, dry like old firewood, the hood pulled up to hide all of its face except the mouth. Anyone who looks at its face without the hood will flee in terror. Though it's not scary. It's just... wrong.

Notarzt's face is also hidden, though it's the lower half instead, wearing a surgical mask to hide its mouth. No one knows what's under that. Maybe it doesn't come off. The eyes are bloodshot, and I have a distinct image of one being sewn shut but that's not necessarily canon. All sorts of stitches and stable cover its body and clothes. All of them lined with red, even the ones on the clothes. The white coat it wears is red on the inside and strangely thick.

Cait Coill is tall, and it's mostly hidden in shadow or behind the fog that always follows it around. Most of its body is hidden beneath some sort of cloak or cape, and the upper half of its face is behind a white mask that looks a bit like a cat skull, with the addition of pointed ears. It's always smiling. And when it reaches out, its hands are clawed.

Ragdoll is, well, doll-like. There are strings attached to its wrists and ankles that it uses to move around, since its legs don't work properly anymore. The joints are visible, like a pose-able artist mannequin. Its eyes are swirling spirals of varying colors.

ÁČľĿ§ä¿Ž also has a fluid appearance, looking like its target or the people close to it. Static and pixels cause its limbs to jitter, blood leaking from the spots where the white noise digs in. There are always many eyes, with green scleras and black irises. Not necessarily in the face. Sometimes it mashes together details of people it's seen, a strange overlapping of form. Really, go crazy go wild with this one. As long as you keep in mind its glitchy, bloody nature and the eyes that follow it.

#asks answered #anonymous #horrorseptics #jacksepticeye #jacksepticegos #septic egos

[gontagokuhara]

OKAY I FORGOR💀 TO MENTION THIS actually idk if I already said this but I LOVE the way you write kokichi? Like kokichi's jesterism clowncore energy is not talked about enough in this fandom, he's not just a lying troll, he can also be a corny little canned-bit filled jokester! He can be your angle! Or yuor devil! But he and Kaede give off such an "annoying little brother"/"exhausted oldest sister" vibe in pointy objects it never fails to make me laugh and also feel feelings!

Also ngl writing my lil (literally >2k) review gave me the energy to do my writing assignment so thank you for indirectly but also directly contributing to me not failing my class LMFAO

hi hello!! first of all thank u again for ur very sweet comments i keep rereading them . actively working on the next chapter and i reread them like an hour ago <3 also you are so me re: the writing thing literally i am writing this long ass response out as a warm up to getting started on the chapter again I SEE U. solidarity u got this class

as always below the cut because i like to yap (no spoilers butttttttt call it a small hint of what's to come next chapter)

ANYWAY !!! im glad people like that choice <3 his general silliness tends to get lost in canon in the midst of such a heavy fraught situation (where his dumbass is instigating fights constantly......) and so i feel it more natural to have it bleed into him in pointy objects you know? his backpack also offers just unreal opportunities for clownery and i can't help myself. i have issues with a lot of canon/fanon portrayals of kokichi so with him (as i do miu, and kiyo, and kaito, etc) i like to do the classic mogul move yoink & twist. i take character that needs fixer-uppering, mash 'em around like playdoh, and make them mostly the same but......better in my humble opinion. i feel like i do that pretty well with kokichi, and hearing those choices are appreciated makes me very happy <3

in that vein the kaede/kokichi dynamic is SOOOO important its one of my favorites ive worked into pointy objects i think. justice for my real protag kaede BUT her biting the dust so early both robbed canon content of what a friendship between them could look like. but it also gives me LOTS of room to pick up their barbie dolls and make them have good moments together. speaking of pointy objects canon, they arrived at camp within about a year of each other, before a lot of the other mainstay demigods began living there full time. gonta, miu, kaede, maki, and kokichi spent a lot of time as the only ones at camp; kids like kirumi/tenko/himiko/angie/kiyo are all summer-only, and full-timers ryoma, kaito, and kiibo came later (ages 14, 16, and within a few months of sonia giving them a soul [roughly the same stretch of time as ryoma's arrival], respectively).

all that lore TO say: kaede and kokichi grew up together in a lot of really important ways, and the dynamic that developed over the years very much is that exhausted older sister/exhausting little brother who are fiercely and kind of unexpectedly protective over one another. i could go on about all of the early full-time campers' dynamics because there's a lot within those five especially that i've like. developed in my brain? but havent fit into the 170k words 💀 the mind palace of spiderwebbing character relationships is very vast for how much has actually made it into the fic.....but wink wonk we WILL see a taste of it this next chapter

and finally, re edits: i did my one BIG edit fest back in may, and since then there haven't been any major changes. that said, i do reread the prior chapters quite often (checking details to make sure new writing doesn't have any discrepancies, getting myself back in the headspace to write shuuichi's voice, etc) and do occasionally find typos or phrasing or sentence flow i like changed, so i do fix those as i see them. that said, i DO know what you're talking about with chapter 3; that was a chapter i did pretty majorly redo in may, and there was definitely some redundant word use and odd sentence structure i went back and corrected. but i haven't made any changes that drastically alter the contents of the story; not more so than i did back in may, at least!

ok this as always got very long but it was as always very fun to answer!!!! thank you again for all your support MWAH MWAH and im sure we'll make contact again soon enough!!

#ask #bittercideristaken #pointy objects #ALSO.......when i think about you in my brain im split between calling you 'bitter' or 'cider' DO u have a preference <3

[lowlyroach]

1144) where they bury the stars

think of the future

filled with dread

don't think i want to hit twenty seven

if i miss your next birthday, im sorry

my soft skin was made

for blood to seep unrestrained

through every pore like a

chia pet or a doll with playdough hair

can i level with mom and dad

i think ill die before you will

if i went to dinner with you both

i would have to lie so much its frightening

i dont want to tell you the truth

if i just had got that gun

id have done it a hundredfold

dont think im made long for this world

doing nothing but doing nothing

get sick of doing nothing so go to sleep

hoping itll reset and click back into place

wondering how to make the pieces fit

this brain that's all smushed together like

a clay sculpture got it wrong and started

mashing everything never to throw it

in the kiln

is there anything else to look forward to?

can one really drink so much poison

they become physically dependent on drinking poison?

what is wrong with these stupid apes

who invented rocks on sticks and then

metal on sticks

and then metal on metal and

government

i think i feel my stomach lining screaming

stare at the price, which one is best

just make a decision, then make a mess

someone else will clean it up

you really dont want to have a chance

is there anything to look forward to?

that child at Makotos staring at the fire

amazed when they cooked in front of him

eating his chicken tenders like an idiot

the kind lady who wished me a good night

i cried reading my book at the table

the only one there alone

the guy behind me kept looking in my direction

headphones wrapped around my neck

book held in front of me

someone in the book died, spoiler alert

im going to die too, spoiler alert

so will you, sorry to spoil the ending

but is there anything else to look forward to?

the easiest way to make me cry is to show me

someone doing their best against the odds

that's how they died

didnt speak a word at the table but my thank you's

is there anything to look forward to?

should i move somewhere across the country

somewhere across the world?

i could lose myself for months hiking the appalachian

is there anything to look forward to?

my friends message me but i continue

sitting and doing nothing

i can feel my spine collapsing under

its own weight

while i stand in the kitchen cooking

i almost fall to the ground as my

shoulders fall inwards and my

neck fails to stand straight

is there anything to look forward to?

someone hand me a mote of hope

this lantern has been out of oil

im hanging onto a rope but i think

the end of it isn't a strong knot made for

holding things together

its a noose

made for weak necks like mine

that can't find the way to point north

i think my parents are going to

bury their son

at a closed casket funeral

missing half of his head

is there anything to look forward to?

the stars-

there were stars once

there were stars they were real

i held them in the backseat of my car

on walks and in restaurants

they lived in my heart and eyes

but why didnt they follow me home

after she left

why did they go back into the sky

did they follow her instead?

or was there so much nuclear fission in that backseat

we made the stars truly shine?

formed them of a chess board and

cards that were rummy pre-rum

where do all the stars go when they die?

is there anything left to look forward to?

can i find something else to look forward to?

i want to believe i was nuclear fission, once

even if i was never strong enough

bury your son at the graveyard

where they bury the stars

#0201 #poem #poetry

[agirlwithachakram]

i’m losing my mind

[screencap of headline and subheader that says: James Gunn Doesn't Understand Why Fans Ship Peacemaker and Vigilante. Peacemaker creator James Gunn explains why he doesn't understand fans shipping Christopher Smith and Adrian Chase/Vigilante.]

James. Jamesy. Mr James the Gunn. They had a threesome set to a love song. they’re both textually queer. one of them is vividly obsessed with the other. they’re effectively best friends. they get each other. they save each other’s lives and bail each other out. Adrian is literally the only person who is excited to see Chris after prison besides Eagly. shared history. work partners. have fun together. one of them is utterly incapable of reading emotional cues and STILL manages to figure out when the other needs help.

Jim do you actually know what shipping is.

"I understand how you could think that Vigilante is in love with Peacemaker," he said.

Uh, yes? Because you wrote him that way!

"I'm not sure how I would see that Peacemaker's in love with Vigilante. Peacemaker, to me, he just seemed irritated by Vigilante for eight episodes, for the most part.

Everyone’s irritated by Vigilante. That’s his life, that’s why he’s so lonely. He’s irritating. Also a serial killer, but we don’t hold that against people in this show, now do we. Unless it’s Amanda, I guess.

I mean, there's times when he cares about him. He doesn't want him to die in Episode 7. I don't know that that's love. I mean, it's a kind of love."

Chris, like most people on this show, has a really screwy moral compass and half the time he doesn’t know what’s going on. But if you wanted me to buy that overall his irritation with Adrian was bigger than his care for him, you didn’t do it very well. Or maybe John Cena overruled you, I don’t know. But this is a galaxy brain take to have about your OWN SHOW.

and last little addendum: Shipping can mean you want to see them together on the show or it can just mean you like the vibe and you wanna mash them together like barbie dolls in your own head. no one’s making petitions demanding the lads have an OOC happily ever after.

#peacemaker #chris smith #adrian chase #i'm also a little... #≖_≖ #like why is THIS dumbass serial killer fundamentally unlovable #but the other dumbass serial killer who's more neurotypical isn't #i'm not even saying they should be boyfriends #i'm just saying this is a bizarre thing to say #about two character who HAD SEX IN Your SHOW

[the-mercurial-star-o-vesper]

TEN OUTTA TEN 1010

Welp, its happened. I’m into No Straight Roads, and the boys with the K-Bop in their step has got me hooked.

So I’m gonna celebrate (for the moment) with lots of gathered info I’ve found, seen, or heard speculated, regarding the Top Boy Band of Vinyl City... 1010. [Possible OCs to come later]

Some of this stuff might be common knowledge, some is already on the wiki, but hey, no shame in having a consolidated list.

But for now...

The Names of 1010 were deciphered by out of universe fans. They are Rin (White), Haym (Yellow), Eloni (Green), Purlhew (Blue) and Zimelu (Red).

An old placeholder model for 1010 had Black Hair and different tron lines.

1010 in binary is... literally just 10.

Eloni does not get fan letters; He’s the “Funny Band member”, and Funny Band Members don’t get fan letters.

1010 wears Sailor uniforms (The US Navy would call them Dress Blues, so think... Popeye. But no hat.) In fact, their flying limo is a god damn Tron-lined Battleship. Even the Cannons dance to the music.

They’re a parody on K-Bop bands or Boy Bands to the West. And while they’re listed as Funky, they’re technically Synthpop. (Haha, Synth)

In the background of their fight, when the Battleship Limo stops for pictures, you can see that there is a set of pictures of 1010. Rin the White has a Fuschia or Purple Background, while all the others have a background matching their aesthetic colors.

1010 have common powers... ... Firing Lasors. ... Levitation (Or small time Flight; as they rush to the side to meet the Cameras) ... “Taking to the Sky”, or just really powerful jumping. ... Being powered by Cheers. ... There’s a reason I left Shield off in a moment.

1010 are both outrageously tall (Mayday only comes to their waist when they stand up properly), and outrageously heavy (did you hear them walk backward in their intro cutscene? How heavy are these guys!?)

It could whatever kind of AI they have, but they are waaaay insynch, almost preemptively. Perhaps 1010 are directly linked to each other?

In most of their appearances outside of battle, they all have the same colored eyes as their aesthetic colors. But in Battle, they all have White eyes. Mind that in their Show Stopper picture, they’re back to having their aesthetic eyes again. Take that as you will.

1010 has associated attacks, when you’re in the Phase facing the Factory and Neon J. ... Yellow has Missiles or Splash Damage explosions. No literally, the yellow droid is the missle. ... Green has Bombs. HIS HAIR IS A BOMB. ... Red has Saws. He-He literally uses Red Droid as the Saw. ... Blue has some sort of Staffs or Whirlwind strike. They are staffs made of Purl-Hew. ... Because of his Picture’s Purple Background, White’s likely isn’t an attack but is, in fact, the Shields that occured early in the battle. Which is probably why they’re never deployed, because how the hell can you make a shield out of Rin Bots.

It was pointed out in one of the many Youtube Comment Sections that 1010′s hairstyles match their respective attacks in some form or fashion. ... Zimelu’s Mohawk indicates his associated Saws. ... Haym’s hair looks like a missile. ... Eloni’s hair looks line a Grenade Pin. ... Purlhew’s flat top hair could indicate the fact that he’s literally used as a Staff End. So basically he’s Blue. That’s his attack. [Hah] ... Rin’s the sexy one. Look, for a Band of Robots with fancy hairdos and attacks, he’s not considered remarkable.

As they are a parody of Boy Bands across the World, they may follow the boy band “archtypes” ... Rin is the Leader, and the Heartthrob (He doesn’t have a weird hairstyle, and he does the most flirting / talking; as well as the most promoted) ... Eloni, as already established, is the Funny Guy, or the Comedian. ... Purl-Hew is the Cool Guy, (consider his Sunglasses) ... Zimelu is the Bad Boy (Mohawk, his ANGRY EYES AARGH) ... Haym’s is apparently considered a Pompadour. Maybe he is also a Bad Boy? Consider his name, he may be the Smart Guy. ... There is no known “Shy Guy” or “Cute Guy (Technically, the Second Heartthrob, but isn’t a threat to first Heartthrob’s position). So, go forth and create.

Fun Consideration on my part. Since Names can have meaning in No Straight Roads and meaning in personal names... ... Rin is a japanese name, and boy can it mean a lot of stuff depending on the Kanji (Some of the meanings are “Dignified” “Compassion” “Cold”). He’s probably coolly impassionate off stage. ... Purl-Hew is apparently a pun on Pearl Hue (cos I guess blue Pearls). Perhaps he likes puns. ... Zimelu is an ooold fortress in Lativa apparently. Perhaps he has a warish personality. Or I guess knows very Niche military history. (Perhaps, in-universe, it was the name of a base Neon J served at?) ... Haym is the name shared by a few people, but in the themes of music, its probably Nicola Francesco Haym (Italian Poet, Opera Librettist, Composer, Manager, Editor and Numismatist (That’s uh, a guy who studies Currency)). Perhaps our Haym is quite the Nerd. ... the name Eloni means Lofty. Which can me “Of Imposing Height” (They all are), “Noble or Exalted Nature” (Possibly?) “Proud, Aloof or Self-Important” (They all are that too, yes), or in regard to Lofty Wool “Thick and Resilient” (I mean, if you look at those thighs-- Ahem). So basically Eloni’s name defines all the group... Wow, poor fella. No wonder he’s the Comedian, he’d have to pull anything to get noticed (when its not about his hair) [THE DUDE DABS]

If Battledroids all have background memories to be more efficient in combat... Does 1010 have backup memories from Neon J?

Metro Division shows other kinds of Robots, and the progression of 1010′s Mark Models (1 looks like your typical Sailor, 2 looks a bit like our 1010 but more droid, jointed and blocky, and our 1010 is currently mark 3... There are 4 known Types of Droid, so a 4th Mark may be on the way)

Neon J, Manager and Creator, is a Vetren of Vinyl City’s Navy (It only has a Navy); and his District is literally a Theme Park mashed with a Ship Yard.

Neon is the 10th element of the Periodic Table, and J is the 10th letter. Dude loves his 10s.

Considering how he replaces the bots in battle, or even outright uses them as weapons... Perhaps his “Troops” are not the Bot bodies, but the AI possibly hosted inside? 1010 has more personality out of battle after all, and Neon is seen fervently protecting 1010 when their eyes share their hair color. (As their eyes are only white in battle...) Hm, mayhaps the HC is, that when their Eyes have color, the AI is truely present.

Neon is a Cyborg, note that his body appears to be the same kind of droid as 1010′s, with a Radar head. His brain is apparently in his radar, and as we saw post-battle, that head was smashed to hell. Perhaps the reason he was reminiscing so much and though that BBJ was really after him, was because of some serious onset head or brain trauma.

Apparently, Vinyl City has or has had Border Wars. This could be a reference to the Korean DMZ Conflicts (As 1010 does distinctly include Korean K-Pop, and South Korean men do have to serve 2 years in the military forces by law), but there have been hundreds of different Border Wars throughout the world. [ I wonder what war Vinyl City was in. Perhaps against the Artist Capital of the World, Canvas City ] [ Oh take me down to the Canvas City, where the grass is green and the pics are pretty--]

Neon’s passion is Dancing.

Neon J and DJ Subatomic Supernova do seem to be in a lot of pictures together. No wonder everybody ships them.

Neon J used to make toys, as seen by the collectibles you can get. Done by hand too. Though if each toy found is a stage in his life... I wonder who the doll with the violin is.

Think maybe Neon J has direct control over 1010? I mean they share the same voice, they have a passion for poses and dancing, he does directly command them...

Are Cyborg parts cheap? Or was Neon J someone important enough in the Vinyl City Navy to actually become a cyborg? Military doesn’t do expensive prosthetic surgeries for random grunts without reason.

Okay, regarding what the Azkar faction is. Its probably suppose to be Askar. Azkar is a type of Islamic Prayer. Askar is actually Arabic for Army. So it’d be The “Army Faction” (which makes more sense for a nation city-state that only has a Navy)

The place he called “Kewan” is not a real world place. Its either Persian for “Saturn” (What, is he... Is he a SAILOR SCOUT!?) or Kurdish for Mountains (He does mention mountains).

Possibly more as information arises.

#no straight roads #1010 #nsr 1010

[cattles-bians]

exes au part 12

post directory

obsetress: don’t ask why i had this thought because i couldn’t tell you but

obsetress: jamie wakes up in the middle of the night one night and is like “i... had a dream. about vi”

obsetress: and dani’s like “ok baby” and just nuzzles deeper into her pillow and jamie’s like

obsetress: “no, dani, a... a dream”

obsetress: and dani’s like “oh. oh” and is immediately wide awake and bright eyed

obsetress: and is like “was it any good?” and jamie is just. already flushed so red and flushed deeper and dani just hums

em: sighs wistfully

em: i also love that something compels jamie to tell dani Immediately

em: oh the perils of begrudgingly being friends w ur gfs ex

em: jamies like um. no see i can see all these different things my brain mashed together and WHY i had this dream and danis like ok but that wasn’t my question....

obsetress: jamie finally throws up her hands “of course it was”

em: jamie: And You Can’t Tell Vi She’ll Be Insufferable

obsetress: dani, very plainly, at brunch the next morning: so vi

obsetress: jamie looks like she’s going to have a heart attack and dani lets her sweat and then just smiles sweetly “i like those sunglasses. are they new?”

em: jamie what’s the problem (nothin. indigestion)

obsetress: dani very smug n thinks she’s very funny

obsetress: (she is a little funny)

em: one of jamies many ‘oh that’s why they dated’ moments

obsetress: “fookin sick, the both of ya”

em: idk why you had this thought but i’m GREATLY amused

obsetress: skskksksks right

obsetress: jamie explaining her dream to dani in great detail afterwards

obsetress: dani sitting there nodding and hmming “oh that sounds like her. no, she wouldn’t do that. now THAT she would be very good at, you’d like it”

em: i need a moment

em: jamie thinks the dark hides her massive fucken blush but it Doesn’t

em: dani can feel her heating up

obsetress: jamie “i don’t ask you to do this” dani “you’re not stopping me”

em: dani critiquing jamies sex dream is such a fucken funny concept sjdhdkhdkdhdkc

obsetress: RIGHT

obsetress: i’m dying

em: dani: oh no that’s OOC

obsetress: she wouldn’t have a riding crop jamie, it’s 2021, not 16—

em: jamie: it’s a wet dream do u really think it’s gonna have beta readers and a three act structure

em: dani hums

obsetress: dani: well did you enjoy it

obsetress: jamie: i— dani: did you?

obsetress: jamie mumbling yeah

em: jamies like i’m gonna interrogate dani next time, see how she feels- but she forgets dani is incapable of feeling shame

obsetress: like dani wouldn’t just launch into a ramble

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em: viola

obsetress: fuck

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: to jamie, specifically,

em: to jamie specifically andhdjhdjd

em: once again ironic jamvi has turned, in my brain, into ‘yes and....’ jamvi

—-

obsetress:

obsetress: jamie sending this to viola n vi's like

obsetress: she doesn't get it because she's convinced her taste is immaculate

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em: anyway this is ooc even for exes au but i keep thinking abt like. jamie tryna crack how old viola is (she cant be 34 im 30 it doesnt make sense) and going through her fb timeline like. 'aha! motivational quotes. gotta be late 30s' and danis either like

em: danis either like 'you have a notebook where you write down all the quotes you like baby' OR shes like haha ok thats fair (posts another motivational quote on her fb)

obsetress: god i love that so much

obsetress: both of those dani responses are

obsetress: honestly porque no los dos if we're already going ooc

obsetress: i do think the first bit "gotta crack it she can't be 34 i'm 30 it doesn't make sense" is in character fwiw

em: obviously i was inspired by ur post in the milf channel abt viola always saying shes 35

em: big brain

—-

obsetress: this is literally just. exes au rebecca

obsetress: down to the caption

obsetress: vi and rebecca patiently staging like full photoshoots for each other every time one of them wants a pic otp: i'm not high maintenance, you're just low effort

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em: bold 2 say that we don’t think about jamie and vi tho

em: gotta keep some sorta. presentation of respectability

em: they absolutely couldn’t date tho

obsetress: lmao ikr

obsetress: yeah no they'd kill each other

obsetress: now just thinking of silly circumstances and um

obsetress: rebecca's out of town and dani's flying back from some iowa thing jamie couldn't get away for to go with

obsetress: and viola's like "oh, just stay at ours, it's closer and i'll get you a car"

obsetress: and just like

obsetress: imagining the two of them cohabitating at vi's for a night

em: jamie sneaking around at night tryna find the bathroom and runs straight into vi in a face mask and a dangerously low dressing gown Again

obsetress: the parallels to canon

obsetress: im giggling

obsetress: walks straight into her path

em: opens a door. sees something she doesn’t want to see. immediately turns and walks away

em: god the face mask would make her look like the lady in the lake

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: vi wants to go out to dinner, jamie's just like "i'm already getting up early to go to the airport, can't we just have an easy night in"

em: what did i say before. that thing abt if ur friends w damie you will inevitably walk in on them

obsetress: god yeah

em: flip of that.

obsetress: oh GOD

em: god they would argue about dinner

em: bicker about EVERYTHING

em: dani and rebecca both make the married couple joke

em: jamie goes pale

obsetress: wait sorry i just went back to tahirahs insta post and like

obsetress: katie parker commented and was like "i love these shots of you" and she was like "thanks luv " and i'm like

obsetress: why does this....... still track........... with exes au...............

em: perdy is always a little too flirty w vis paramours

obsetress: always! except dani for whatever reason

obsetress: she's just scared of dani

em: Please

obsetress: rebecca's like "i don't see what the problem is. she can do what she wants, but you trust me, don't you?" "of course i trust you" rebecca shrugs "that's it then, isn't it?"

obsetress: anyway vi huffs n crosses her arms n pouts a little bit and is like "well i don't want her to"

obsetress: rebecca is endeared and uses the opportunity to her advantage like the top leaning switch she is

em: dani rebecca parallels: always dtf

obsetress: perdi and vi fighting and vi's like "are you even gay? or do you just want what i have?" and perdi is like "does it matter?"

em: are you even gay perdi nahdkdhdkdhd

em: perdi is like you KNOW about jamie and viola crinkles her nose bc she forgot about that and she’s starting to respect jamie as a person

obsetress: djflakdkfjldkadjLDJFLSKDFJLSDKFJx

obsetress: i screeched

em: viola: you only MET jamie because i hired her for landscaping you fucking-

obsetress: just thinking about perdita watching jamie working on some property sweating in a tank top and Deciding

em: bringing out some lemonade etc

em: haha you look parched

obsetress: smiling widely, turning on the charm

obsetress: jamie is very attractive and very swoonworthy, but perdita 100% only goes for it because she refuses to let viola have one (1) thing

obsetress: and that extends to lesbianism

em: viola's like no this is normal right. siblings competing. rivalries etc and danis like uh i’m an only child and jamies like uh i raised my brother

em: they don’t know how to tell her sure it happens but it’s also extremely fucken weird vi

obsetress: jamie: you have to tell her dani: why do i have to tell her jamie: you tell her everything dani: i don't tell her–– ok, i tell her most things. i'm not sure i want to tell her this though jamie: why not dani: she's not... she's not gonna like it jamie: So You Might Be A People Pleaser,

em: jamie: i can’t tell her. she’s only just forgotten the perdi thing. what if she remembers i’ve

em: in depth character study of viola and perdi’s fucked up rivalry

em: violas like goddamn it do i have to fuck jamie to get even

obsetress: i––

em: she decides against it

em: jamie is none the wiser

obsetress: she Considers it tho

em: jamie would die on the spot if she knew

obsetress: weighs the pros and cons

obsetress: the best part is like

obsetress: this is all post-danvi and pre-damie right so when dani n jamie see rebecca and vi at that video store

obsetress: viola's like wait.

obsetress: wait

obsetress: dani ending up with the hot gardener her sister fucked because she has bizarre jealousy and possession issues is really just the cherry on top of a shit sundae

em: the funniest part of all our very tangled lore is like

em: none of it contradicts bc it’s even funnier when it’s Extremely Ugly And Messy

em: because lesbians are just... like that

---

obsetress: exes au au where viola did fuck jamie, the video rental shop scene is 100 times more awkward

em: don’t think about it don’t think about it dont

em: i am thinking about it

em: jamie has to deal with having been railed by all three of them instead of just the two

em: it feels very uneven to her bc rebeccas a doll, dani, u don’t understand, and ur only running into one ex,

obsetress: talk about the mortifying ordeal of being known

obsetress: "wait, that's your ex?" "yeah" "dani" "what" "dani" "what" jamie's voice is hushed but a lil pitchy and a lot panicky "i think i fucked your ex" "you think?" "i fucked your ex" "you fucked her or she fucked you? because i'm sorry, baby, but i really don't think––"

em: sorry, baby, but i really don’t think-

em: SCREAMED

obsetress: that might be my fave lil bit i've ever written adlfkjasdklf

em: dani being a little too interested in jamie getting railed is like. everything to me

obsetress: jamie's already big blushing

em: a little secret between hannah obsetress and em cowlesbian but i am So thinking abt it

em: patreon exclusive exes au au

[em edit: you can imagine how long this lasted]

obsetress: no one is happy about this situation except dani, who is delighted

em: after, jamie's like. what did u mean by u don’t think that...

em: puffs out her chest

em: i could have-

em: danis like yeah but i know u didn’t did u

obsetress: dani clayton ilu

em: danis like um

em: completely unprompted bc dani ‘finishes a conversation 5 hours later’ is really funny to me

em: danis like i did tho

em: jamies like can you DROP IT

em: she’s SMUG

em: she’s so pleased w herself

obsetress: in bed with the lights off jamie's pulling the sheets up and closing her eyes afterthought

obsetress: just a happy lil hum and an "i did, though"

obsetress: and jamie knows IMMEDIATELY what she's talking about

em: dani never lets jamie live it down

obsetress: never!

obsetress: they'll be washing dishes one day "hey baby?" "hmm" "you slept with a landlord"

em: oh um. flipping the whole ‘experienced jamie virginal dani’ trope everyone loves but

em: i love the idea of dani being like hey jamie did u ever- and jamies like (grumbles) does it matter

em: dani is mentally applying a gold star to her chart

obsetress: ksdljfskdfjlsdjflksdjaf

obsetress: the gold star

em: at this point dani is absolute just tryna tease jamie so she’s like oh well when- and jamies like ok i get it

em: jamie Pretends not to be a little interested

obsetress: meanwhile vi and rebecca very matter of factly swapped stories the first day they Realized

obsetress: vibecca swapping stories and their stories complimenting each other so well that they're like well. hmm

obsetress: glad those two found each other

em: two praise kinks u say

em: ok sorry one more thought i’m thinking abt like

em: jamie staying over (idk if this is before or during damie) and viola and perdi are having yet another spat on the phone and violas like

em: no you ALWAYS do this, whatever you think you’re doing with rebecca-‘ and she barely hears some muffled sorta ‘oh, sorry, remember jamie-

em: and jamies doing the maths. hmm

em: jamies like actually i refuse to examine this further. self care

em: brings it up with dani later and dani LOSES her shit laughing

em: haha jamie you got willoughby’ed

obsetress: SCREAMS

obsetress: you got willoughby'd

obsetress: how does one get willoughbyd asking for a friend

em: yeah same asking for a friend

obsetress: dani, gigglesnorting: wait, you hooked up with... with perdi?

obsetress: (dani hates perdita because viola hates perdita and it is a deep seated hatred she refuses to unlearn)

obsetress: a loyalty strange and enduring, despite it all

em: to be fair perdi is the Worst

em: all of these characters i love to make sympathetic and then perdi is where i draw the line akdhdkhd

em: it’s funnier if she’s awful

em: like a viola that never gets therapy

obsetress: lldjfkaskldfj god same

obsetress: it's too good

em: danis like wait hold on. lemme get a pen

em: makes a silly little chart

em: if the fandom tries to make jamie into a shane the l word character i will simply take that and make jamie mortified abt her uh. well! a pretty girl is nice to her and she forgets how to behave

em: jamie's like oh sure like u don’t have embarrassing flings- and danis like yeah but i don’t interact w them on a daily basis jamie

em: also i didn’t fuck perdi

obsetress: skskskflsdflks

obsetress: "you did fuck perdi though, right? because that just be embarrassing, jamie, if she had been the one who..."

em: skgsdjhdkdhdk

em: jamie grumbles something abt pillow princesses and dani like

em: CLAPS her hands in glee

obsetress: jlsdjflkJSDFKJSDFJ

obsetress: GOD

obsetress: she's immediately pulling out her phone to text vi

em: jamies like why would u message her sister that u freak n danis like oh no theyre very open with each other it’s uh. hmm. anyway

#this is one of my faves won’t lie hfydyst #featuring perdita who is. just #a terrible little delight gshdjfjv #idk what to say about this one except um. i’m sorry #and i hope u can still look me in the eye despite #being a grotty little multishipper #the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au #longggg one

[awilddreamermain]

Hi, Chels! Congratulations!! I'm so happy for you! You deserve every follower and more! That is a threat, I'm holding everyone hostage 🔪

I would love to get a MHA matchup, I wanna see who you'd match me with! Got me so curious! SFW & NSFW if you'd be willing!

My name is Chloe but I prefer May, nicknames include May-May, Maybell or Chlo.

I'm 25, pronouns are she/he, Cancer Moon, Aries Sun and Virgo Rising. Quite the weird mash of zodiacs, huh?

My favorite colors are pink (that soft pastel kinda baby pink), red (especially blood/garnet red) and...can I add pink again? Any shade of pink this time. Bubblegum or hot pink.

Favorite AU's include A/B/O, Mafia, Historical, Fantasy and does Mythical Creatures count?

Oh...oh boy, I gotta look deep for some fun facts that aren't just...facts but I'll do my best!

1) My sneezes are so short and high pitched I go "chu".

2) I have vitiligo, makes me look like a dog because it's mostly around my mouth and my right eye so I have a spot!

3) I have atrocious balance, my knees and shins are always banged up because I cannot for the life of me walk correctly.

4) I have a stutter, on top of speaking so quickly it turns into a jumbled mess. So good luck understanding what I said because I have no idea either.

5) I have a growing unicorn plush collection. My favorite is Cupcake, one that's actually taller than I am. Big chunk.

My likes are pretty simple. Cute & soft sweaters, blankets, warm coffee and strawberry milk, pastries and the cold! Winter is my favorite season. History, particularly the Medieval and Victorian times.

My interests revolve around creativity and you could say they're my hobbies as well. Drawing in particular, I used to do digital but I'm stuck with traditional pencil and paper at the moment. I'm dipping my toes into painting and its very fun! Obviously writing and reading and if I'm not doing of those listed then I'm definitely playing video games.

Personality I might say I'm quite split down the middle. At first, to a complete stranger I might come across as cold, stoic, with a resting bitch face, that just wants to get whatever I'm outside for done so I can leave. I'd create a witty or sarcastic comeback if I was given sass by a Karen but with my speech issues? I'd be lucky to get one coherent word out at her...and spend the rest of the day fantasizing what could've happened. So I'm rather quiet, agoraphobia hits hard in large or crowded places so I'm an anxiety riddled mess on the verge of a panic attack. In private or with people that I'm comfortable with? Complete opposite. Happy, bubbly, cracking puns and jokes so get those groan worthy reactions. I try to be the "mom friend" and get over my issues if someone is having it worse, I'll march up to a counter and ask for ketchup if someone wanted it but was too scared to do it themselves. The shoulder to lean and cry on, I'm highly empathetic and understanding, compassionate at times. But I have to actively try and keep myself positive and say good things about myself because I do fall into the pit of self-loathing and hate.

For appearance I'd say I'm average height, pale with white splotches that are inching larger due to my vitiligo, chubby, ashy blonde, blue eyes, button nose. I'd say I'm decently cute? I don't know if I can rate myself.

Okay I know I said I'd be looking into Zodiac compatibility for this but— I literally just screamed internally "KIRISHIMA" when I was reading this. You two would be perfect omg. This Libra king would do anything for you. For this you're an artist and the daughter of a mafia boss :) I like to think of ship names sometimes so like, yours would either be like Eijmay or Mayjirou or Kiriloe— that last one and first are awful I know so lets go with the second? I can't write a proper stutter for the life of me so I tried to keep your dialogue to the minimum.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ Pairing: Eijirou Kirishima

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AU: Mafia

⠀Theme Song: You're The One That I Want - Alex & Sierra

How you meet (his point of view):

⠀⠀The gallery was full of black and white suits, tight, floor length dresses with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses meeting his ears. It was a joyous evening, celebrating the wonderful art work created by the boss's daughter. He had never met her before but he had heard whispers, all good as no one would dare slander the name of their leader's precious little girl. You were the boss's pride and joy, thus he kept you as far away from the darker side of the family business as possible.

⠀⠀Kirishima was still a new hire, a bodyguard of sorts and would consider this his first gig. He had an idea of who he was looking for as he walked further into the mass of people admiring your work but didn't expect what he would eventually come across. You were as far away from the crowd as you possibly could be, guzzling glasses of wine and over all appearing to be a deer in headlights. He couldn't fugure out for the life of him why you seemed so frightened until he watched people approach you to talk, noticing the stutter in your voice when you replied to questions and greetings,your body language telling people to stear clear of you.

⠀⠀So, he did what he was hired to do. "Kindly step away from the lady." He said with a smile, approaching with his large arms crossing over his broad chest as he towered over the guests. They looked at him as if he were a giant shark looking to devour them before scurrying away, leaving the two of you alone. He stood quietly, listening to the voices on the other side of his ear piece as his ruby eyes scanned the area around you. He made sure to not stand so close and avoided in letting his gaze wander.

⠀⠀He couldn't help but admire your skin in quick glances, finding the spot over your eye to be quite adorable. Your silky, ask blonde hair was all dolled up for the event, light make up on your face but not enough to cover the vitiligo. You were stunning and his heart hammered against his chest. So the rumors were true.

⠀⠀You thanked him, voice quiet and careful as you set down your wine glass and clasped your hands together. Out of the corner of his eye he watched you twiddle your thumbs. You didn't want to be here, did you? This obviously wasn't your idea, how could it be? A girl like you, timid as a mouse, didn't want to be surrounded by strangers. "Miss..." He began, thinking carefully because the last thing he wanted to do was piss off the boss and likely get himself killed. But this was his job wasn't it? Making sure you were happy and safe? "Would you like to leave here for a bit? We'll come back of course, but you look like you need some air."

Extra.

He ended up taking you to a drive thru restaurant and got you whatever you wanted, letting you talk about whatever you wanted or sat quietly if you chose not to talk at all If it was quiet in the suv then that was fine too, he just wanted to help you in any way he could. Eventually the silence becomes small talk and then leads to a rather deep conversation about whatever the hell was going on inside that beautiful brain of yours. Kirishima wasn't the smartest man but he wasn't stupid, he wasn't as clueless as most thought he was. You told him how your father made you do this as an attempt to get you out there, to socialize and possibly find a suitor. This was the mafia after all.

The Confession:

⠀⠀It was a tradition now, every Sunday you and Eijirou would go to your favorite café to have coffee and enjoy the early day weather before it got too hot. You sit at the same table, in the same chairs with him facing the door. You get the same drinks and food and just overall enjoy each others company. After that night at the gallery you two became fast friends, which your father obviously had to approve of but thankfully he did. Kirishima was a good man, he's trustworthy and puts you before himself.

⠀⠀The day he approached your father and asked to speak in private was the day he knew he was likely to get thrown in the deepest, darkest depths of the ocean. He has confessed his feelings for you to your old man, who listened intently with a blank face behind his desk. "Sir, I'm in love with your daughter, and with your blessing I'd like to... court her." He was utterly terrified when your father cleared his throat and sighed, shifting where he sat so he could stand and move around the desk. He reached out for a handshake which Kirishima looked up at him with a questioning look.

⠀⠀Your father gave his blessing and now... He just had to tell you, his best friend, that he loved you. God he loved you so much— "Kiri," you interrupted his thoughts, bringing him crashing back to reality," a-are you alright? You seem nervous." He swallowed hard in response but cleared his throat, taking a sip of his cappuccino.

⠀⠀"Oh yeah— definitely." He breathed with a laugh, moving a hand to the back of his neck to scratch. How was he going to say it? "So, uh—" he licked his lips, adjusting himself in his seat multiple times until he groaned and leaned forward. "Fuck, I'm just gonna say it— Maybell, I love you. I have for a long time now and I talked to your father and he said—"

⠀⠀"Said what, Eijirou?" Your eyes widened at his confession and he felt like a complete idiot. Should he had said something to you first? Was this a mistake? What if you didn't feel the same way? God his mind was going to explode—

⠀⠀"That I could... court you. With your permission." You were quick to nod and smile to his surprise, which prompted a grin if his own.

Extra.

Kirishima HAS to be facing the door in any public place you go to. I don't make the rules.

He never let's you walk close to the road, he has to be between you and it at all times when you're walking.

He oders your food and drinks for you when you can't but is there for moral support when you do. He wants you comfortable and happy. He wouldn't ever dare get in your way though, you're a lot stronger and braver than most may think you are.

The Relationship:

⠀⠀On days like this, Kirishima can't help but admire you. He catches himself staring wuite often but he just can't help it. What did he do to deserve such a beautiful partner? He looks at you and all he can think about is how much he loves you and wants to see you smile. He watched you from the kitchen island, leaning against it as you waltz around the kitchen in your pinky fuzzy slippers and one of his shirts that's much, much too big on you. He remembers your surprise when you found his clothing was actually too big on you and how happy you were.

⠀⠀"Maybell?" He hums, adjusting his stance and crossing his arms on the counter. He listened for you to him back in response, a smile on his lips. "You look so cute in my clothes.

⠀⠀You giggled, shaking your head and continued putting the dishes away until Eijirou appeared behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and his forehead coming down on your shoulder. "Need somethin' baby?" You turned your head just slightly, a brow cocked inquisitively. He squeezed you in response, swiftly lifting you and making you squeal. Thankfully you didn't have anything in your hands at the moment. He peppered kisses all over the side of your face, setting you down only to lift you again bridal style.

⠀⠀"I've got all I need right here in my arms." He chuckled and you playfully smacked his chest, letting him carry you to your shared bedroom.

Extra.

TICKLE FIGHTS.

He thinks your sneezes are the cutest thing in the world.

He loves your god awful puns, they crack him up every time.

Adores the fact you're a nurturer, especially with your friends. He thinks you'd make a great mother but if that's something you don't want he respects that.

You take care of everyone, but who takes care of you? Eijirou is always there to be your shoulder to lean and cry on, he's your sound board and is always happy to let you talk about your feelings with him. You're allowed to not be happy and bubbly all the time, he realizes how staying positive all the time can actually do more damage than goof, especially if you bottle everything up.

If on a particular day you're struggling with your speech he's happy to be your voice as well. He understands you better than anyone, even your own father.

Speaking of your father, he can't wait to make Eijirou his son-in-law! He's a good man with a good heart and treats you right, what's not to like?

He has trouble saying no to you and spoils you quite a bit.

The Fights:

...

Extra.

There's nothing, what you say goes and all he can say is "yes dear". He knows better than to argue with you, however when he's right and he knows he is, he finds a way to prove it without making you mad.

The Sex:

⠀⠀"Fuck baby—" he hissed, hands finding your hips and guiding you as you rub yourself on his cock. Your hands are on his thighs and your head is tossed back, giving him the perfect view of your tits. God he loves them, he loves the plush skin of your stomach and your thighs, your ass too, he loved seeing all of you. He was so happy that you allow him this privilege of seeing you, granted you've been dating a while now but still. Your sounds are music to his ears and all he wants is to make more, make you feel so good you're calling his name and making a mess.

He wanted— no, needed, to feel you, to feel inside your warm and wet cunt, to feel it squeeze him and milk him dry. He was quick to flip the two of you over, careful to not hurt you as he did. You gasped and giggled, reaching up to hold his face as he smiled, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. He loved your taste, he could go on and on about all the things he loved about you all day if he could. "You want it baby?" You nodded excitedly, lip caught between your teeth. He smirked and reached between the two of you, thick fingers tracing a line between your lips and slipping inside your soaked pussy.

"D-Daddy—" you whine, a slight pout on your lips as your face morphs into one of pleasure. He chuckled, pumping his fingers in and out a few times before removing them and grabbing his cock. He coated it more in your slick, guiding it between tge lips of your cunt before slowly pushing inside, groaning at how tight you are. You squeal of course, gasping for breath because Kirishima is an impressive size, you still struggled to take him sometimes but like a good girl you always managed.

"That's my good girl." He cooed, moving so his forearms were on either side of your head. He gave a couple test thrusts, waiting for you to adjust u til you nodded for him to continue.

Extra.

Terrified of activating his quirk while he's fucking you, but he keeps himself under control.

He loves his hair pulled and he loves to be bitten, he especially likes it when you scratch his back when he hits that good spot.

Eats you out for his pleasure mostly, but for yours as well. He loves when you grind on his face and moan his name when you do it. Speaking of, please sit on his face, he loves that shit. He knows how to be careful of his teeth!

If you have pets they CANNOT be in the same roon when you're doing the do, it's just weird.

He'd happily bend you over in the kitchen and do you right there. Hell, he'll fuck you anywhere you deem suitable.

He likes to do a mixture if praise and degradation with you, and edging and overstimulation is a big go-to. He just loves seeing you squirm under him, hr loves hearing you beg and say you need him.

#dreamer's 800 follower event

[wild-grinders]

Hello Wild Grinders. I'm soooo glad I found a fellow fan! I also wanted to say that I'm astonished by your shipping between Jackknife and Emo Crys. I must ask, why did you decide on it? Who do you also ship? I really appreciate this and I was also thinking that you could post screenshots of them!

anon you really scared me with this ask because it's 2021 and I am the only one *alive* in the wild grinders franchise (the show has been removed from the appstore back in 2019??) It was discontinued without any notice as well; probably because Rob Dyrdek is now married and has a kid and doesn't want them to discover his unsuccessful show in the future psst rob you can give the characters to me, they will be in good hands

Anyways, to answer your question on the ship: Back in either 2013-2015, I was really into fandom culture and tried to find something for Wild Grinders. There was barely anything and lot of the content was just boring posts. There was one user in particular who shipped Jack and Emo together. (They're not active anymore). I wondered why that ship as well, so I began to search into the show a bit deeper.

This is a kids' show from 2008, so I doubt that there were any intentional hints of the ship. However, if you watch the show carefully and learn about it outside of the animation, then you can see that there was something appealing. (For better context about 2008-2011; emo/scene culture was super popular and yaoi began to become popular as well. At least, from what you can read on FictionPress. Basically, even if queer rep was never intended, the show was still living in an era where people were moving away from heteronormative media).

Okay, now that I've said the disclaimer (aka product of the time), I going to  share my findings that I discovered when getting deep into the franchise.

1. Appearances Together

Okay one of the biggest things I have noticed when watching any of the episodes is that Jack Knife and Emo Crys are frequently next to each other (one of the most important ingredients for a ship) Since Wild Grinders doesn’t have character spotlight styled episodes (they try to mash the whole group as a whole or just give Lil’ Rob the spotlight) so having to characters interact in the background is something to take note of. 1/2/3

This was not intentional for shipping purposes (again, kids show), but someone who worked on the show seemed to have slipped in these small details and Tracy or Rob rolled with it. (Something like this has actually happened in SU where someone was able to slowly build up [L]apidot). There are probably more details, but uhhhhhhh I don’t have the episodes for it.

2. Symbolism/Personification

Another thing that I have noticed is that they seem to represent certain pairings (or objects that go together).

An example would be Jack Knife’s description. He is called a ‘Bull-in-a-China-shop.”

Fine china usually refers to porcelain plates. However, if you take a step away, ‘porcelain’ is a word often used for delicate dolls. There used to a time where people would think of East Asians as ‘delicate porcelain dolls.’ (Please for the love of god, don’t call Asians this. It is NOT a compliment). Anyways, Emo Crys is a very fragile character, as well as East Asian. I would not be surprised if this was supposed to be some sort of backhanded way to ‘link’ them. (There’s plenty more ways to do that if you know your history well, but I’m not going to dive into that *scuttles off the stage*). If anything, they could have used a different description to describe Jack being clumsy/easily destroying things.

*Anyways to make it clear: Jack Knife never says anything about Emo Crys being too sensitive/fragile or compares him to a doll if that’s what anyone is thinking. 

Another example of their symbolism is probably in the Wizard of Oz episode, Jack Knife was featured as the scarecrow without brains. (Emo Crys was a wizard, but that’s not important right now). Emo is associated with ravens/crows (it is on his skateboard). Black birds and scarecrows are often tied together.

Something I used to joke about is that since Emo is a vampire, then I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s playfully going after a ‘redneck’ like Jack Knife. (When I say redneck, I do not mean fake ones who are conservative assholes). Vampires want the red blood nom nom.

3. Design

I am going to pull up some late 2000s culture for this one, this is a warning if you have anything against cringe stuff.

Anyways, one of the popular type pairs during 2011 often had a emo with black hair x brunette. (Yes I’m talking about LightxL and DanxPhil). And I just look at these two and just lose my shit because they have *that* specific look.

Pushing that item aside, they also have aesthetic design: goth character x dumb tough guy. (Sorry, I couldn’t find a better word for it).  Anyways, I’m referring ships like [A]dvenberry and [S]teakwine that have similar aesthetic/vibe to JackCrys.

4. Personality/Compatibility

They get along!! Jack Knife clearly is kind and loyal, while Emo Crys (who is reserved) also values emotions and vulnerability. They do not show any hate towards each other or any sort of hostility. The only thing that could separate them is the fact that Emo Crys is a ‘creator’ and Jack Knife is a ‘destroyer.’ But for the most part, both boys value kindness.

I would not be surprised if they had something going on *if* Wild Grinders was a more complex show + they were older.

Another thing that I also want to touch on is that the went through a personality swap during the making of the TV series. If you watch the promo videos + The Lost Skate Spot, then you’d notice that Jack Knife used to be a lot more ‘soft spoken’ and even a bit more shy. Meanwhile Emo Crys would be deadpan and have dry humor, but still having his emo personality. As time went on, Rob decided to make Jack Knife more loud and American-sounding (I understood the joke, but it really ended up being annoying). As for Emo Crys, they took away some of his snark and just entirely made him a ‘pathetic crybaby’ (most likely for the appeal towards girls).

I really like the old voices for them, but I do not mind the current voicing for them. (It’s just that it takes away a level of depth).

I can go on about this for hours, but I think that I should stop here. Anyways, I do have other ships in the franchise, but I don’t really go hard on them. (Also don’t want Dyrdek to come after me). Lil’ Rob x Goggles and Flipz x Xavier on the side.

#wild grinders #jackcrys #ask #anonymous #i'll try to make more content for this show aka more screenshots later

[wecomrades]

❝ It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid ❞

A/N: Hiii! So, this is my christening to the Band of Brothers fandom as a writer, so bear with me and please come say hi on Wattpad and AO3! I’d appreciate it a lot, also I hope you like it - it’s angst, oops? Thanks a lot to my other brain cell @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant​ for reading it in advance and cleaning up the mess! Ily ♥

I used my own prompts list, you can find it here! Prompt used Malarkey/Muck + “That’s surely not what I meant” + breathe (NO ROMANCE)

Words count: 1.1k

Warning: angst

The snow creaks heavily under Malarkey's boots. He sighs, thinking about that time he bantered with one of his friends from Oregon about how the snow was thousand of times better than the rain. Now, a few years later, he wishes he could have some rain just as much as a cup of hot chocolate, and he wishes the snow would be fucking abolished from nature. He hates snow, now. Snow is evil. Snow took his best friend away from him. Technically it was German artillery, but it doesn't make so much difference now.

Malarkey hates the snow.

He sighs again, letting his body drop heavily in his foxhole. He hides his hands in his pockets, trying to warm them up a little without really succeeding, when his palm meets something. At first he frowns, he's quite sure he only had a pack of cigarettes and a wet tissue in that pocket.

Then he remembers.

A black cross. The black cross.

Malarkey rolls it carefully in his hands, with a touch so gentle as if he's afraid to break it, the corner of his mouth quirks up and suddenly his head is filled with memories; a lot of memories, all of them fighting with each other like they were waiting impatiently for him to touch the cross to come back to life. All of them so confusing, but he is so vivid it's like having him here in this very moment.

But he's not.

✞ ✞ ✞ ✞ ✞

Skip Muck reaches him at the table as Malarkey attacks a piece of bread that was laying on his plate.

"What's this supposed to be, Malark?" Skip asks, sliding in the chair in front of him and tossing his plate as if it 's burning his skin.

"Mashed potatoes, I believe."

"Friend, I'm telling you, if this is potatoes I'm Glenn Miller," Skip moans. "I swear this is Perconte's vomit from the other day. Isn't mashed potatoes supposed to be yellow-ish? Why is this stuff  brown?"

Malarkey barks out a laugh. "Stop complaining and eat, smartass."

Skip Muck has been his best friend since day one. He's everybody's best friend, actually - how could he not be? - but he and Malarkey have been inseparable almost from the start. Muck is a fun bloke to have around, smart, carefree and sometimes Malarkey wishes he could be at least half the person Skip is.

"Oh, by the way," Malarkey says, rummaging in his pocket. "I found this near my night stand this morning!"

Skip's eyes lit up as he stretches his arm towards his friend to take the item.

"My cross!" he shouts a little bit too loud. "I thought I'd lost it! Thanks, Malark, you're a life saver."

Malarkey smiles at him, shaking his head at his friend's way too exaggerated reaction.T ypical of him.

"How come it was there, though?" Skip asks then, his brows knitted. "That's a long journey from my bed and I swear I placed it on top of that book I borrowed from Penk."

"You mean the book you stole from him," Malarkey comments, raising an eyebrow and restraining himself a laugh. When it's clear Skip won't answer that, Malarkey adds: "Dunno, man. It was just there."

Skip sighs, looking fervently at his black cross as if he's asking it 'why did you leave me?'. "Perhaps it wanted to fulfill my wishes... a little too soon, though."

"What wishes?"

"Nothing too overwhelming, just--" Skip snorts fleebly, "It's stupid. I just wish you'd take my cross, when something will happen to me."

Malarkey blinks once. Twice. Thrice. "What on earth are you on about? You're implying you'll die when we don't even have our jump wings yet?"

"That's surely not what I meant, bro, chill!" Skip laughs at him, leaning on the other side of the table to ruffle his hair. When he realises Malarkey is not convinced at all, he continues: "Maybe I phrased it wrong, I'm just saying, if something happens to me - if, okay? - then I'd want you to have my cross. To remember your friend Skip. That's why I find it funny it came to you the very day after I prayed about it."

Yeah, very funny, Malarkey thinks, but doesn't dare to say it out loud. Then he looks up at his friend and can't help but smile.

"You're a menace, Warren Muck."

"Hey!" The other one protests, trying to smack him in the head but failing miserably. "You don't have to worry, though. I'm strong, I'm invincible, fuckin' Germans won't get me because I have to marry Faye first, have a handful of babies, get a couple of dogs and take you to Tonawanda to see my home."

And Malarkey believes him.

✞ ✞ ✞ ✞ ✞

"You alright, Malark?" Someone says behind him, making him startle.

It's Lipton. Of course it's Lipton. Malarkey isn't sure how to answer: he isn't alright at all, hasn't been alright since he threw himself out of a plane what seemed like a decade ago. How could he be alright? He hasn't had a shower in months, his beard is way too long and thick, his feet are sore from the cold, his best friend fucking blew up in a foxhole, his other friend happened to be in the same foxhole, so, well, he lost him too, and another one of his closest friends was sent home due to a breakdown.

He's pretty sure he's not going to be alright anytime soon. Fucking snow.

"Yeah," he says instead to Lipton, with a small smile. "Yeah, thanks, Lip."

Lipton gives him a comforting smile, patting his shoulder as a reassurement after seeing what Malarkey is holding in his hands.

Breathe, Don, breathe, he tells himself. It's not easy to breathe when you have a tornado in your head and the cold pressing on your lungs. But he needs to breathe, he needs it for Skip.

Malarkey snorts at himself when the lyrics from a song come up in his mind. I just quarreled with Sue, that's why I'm blue, she's gone away and left me just like all dolls do. It's Paper Doll, the song Skip was obsessed with. Their favourite song to listen together, and those were Skip's favourite lyrics. Sometimes Skip was so deep into singing it that instead of calling him Don, he went for Doll. From that, Skip became Sue. And they would laugh together, and people would ask them what was wrong with them. Always. They were just being them, together like they were supposed to be until the end of the war and beyond.

Life didn't take the same view, though, and now Malarkey is alone.

He holds back some tears - he doesn't know why, but he hasn't had the time to even cry properly -, while gently wearing Skip Muck's cross with no intention of getting rid of it, like, ever. As he wears it, he swears he hears his best friend voice: I knew it would come back to you, eventually.

#band of brothers #bob #bob fics #bob fanfic #donald malarkey #skip muck

[zims-left-shoe]

My gay little heart thanks you for contributing to the Gaz community with your recent post, haha. May I please request a Gaz x reader where Gaz is gay panicking and the reader is confident and flirtatious? Some spice or implied would be neato but if not that’s totally cool too!

Of course you can!! I absolutely love writing for Gaz x female reader, I had something already planned before I got a couple asks for her. I hope you like it!

I sat at the table, lunch tray filled with barely edible garbage sitting in front of me, untouched. Scanning the room for my idiot brother, my eyes landed on him across the cafeteria, picking a fight with Zim...again. He was a senior in high school and yet he was acting like he was still twelve. Groaning, I pulled out my Game Slave from my bag to play away the rest of lunch. I don't remember how many minutes had passed by after I had booted up the game, but it couldn't have been many.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" It was a girl's voice, one I had never heard before. I looked up, meeting eyes with her. Her h/c hair framed her face, a slight smile tying her features together. Still, I said nothing. I had only sat with Dib at lunch ever since I could remember. Neither of us had many, if any, friends. We were just too weird. "It's just, I'm new here, and you're sitting alone. I thought we could both use a friend." I felt my eye twitch at her words. She really didn't care about the things she said, did she? She had confidence. I gave her that much. 

"Tch." I said nothing, eyes returning to my game, fingers beginning to button mash once more. I expected her to walk away, find someone else to sit with. Probably the popular girls. She was pretty enough. Instead, she did something that surprised me. This girl was always full of surprises, it seemed to be. Setting down her tray, she took a seat right across from me. She took a single bite of the food and learned her lesson immediately. My eyes darting from my screen to this new girl, I watched her gag and push the tray away.

"Wow...that's bad. I mean, really bad." A chuckle spilled from her lips. "Note to self: bring your own lunch. No wonder no one else is eating." I let out a huff, hoping she would just go away. She was annoying, but annoying in a different way than my brother or Zim. She was just too...nice to me. We both sat in silence, the only sound coming from my Game Slave and the dull hum of the cafeteria. Finally, she spoke again. She just wouldn't quit, would she? "You got a name?" Clearly, she was talking to me. 

"Gaz." I muttered, not looking up from my game. Sure, it was rude, but I didn't care. Despite my sour attitude, she perked right up, as if she was the happiest person alive to get my name.

"I'm Y/n."

. . .

"Hey, Gaz!" I was jolted awake by the slam of my bedroom door as it was thrown open, my stupid brother just barging in. If I was more with it, I would have beat his ass for not knocking, or even coming in at all. He ventured even farther into my room, not stopping until he was at the edge of my bed, where I was currently sitting. "I just came in to ask you if you could tape Mysterious Mysteries for me tonight, I have some serious-" He cut himself off, eyes seeming to catch something. "Oh, what're you drawing?"

"Huh?" My brain was still fuzzy, and before it even registered with me what he was talking about, he snatched a sketchbook from my lap, one that I forgot I had with me. I realized that I had fallen asleep while drawing, and it suddenly hit me what was in that book. Every nerve within my body awake and screaming with anger, I jumped up, trying to take it back. Unfortunately, he had several inches in height on me, and could efficiently hold it out of my grasp. "Give it back!" Despite my efforts, now that we had both grown up a bit, we weren't exactly on level playing fields anymore. He gazed at the page, an eyebrow quirking.

"Is this Y/n?" I felt heat rush to my face, wanting to both kick the shit out of him and disappear right on the spot. "Wow, I didn't know you drew people. You should show her-" In his admiration of my work, he had left himself vulnerable. I kicked him in the shins, hard, ripping the sketchbook from his hands. Once I had it secured, I shoved him out of my room. 

"If I see you in my room again you're a dead man, Dib! Do you hear me?!" I screamed after him as I slammed the door in his face. Chest rising and falling rapidly, I flopped back onto my bed, glancing back to my sketchbook. I couldn't stop the sigh that had escaped.

This sucks... I thought, pulling my sketchbook in close to my chest and screwing my eyes shut. How did she manage to make every day hell for me? She had been that way since day one.

-

Yawning, you twisted the knob to your first period classroom door, opening it and walking in, eyes scanning the room for a certain purple-haired goth. You felt every part of you that had been previously exhausted fill with energy as you strode over to your table that you shared with her. Setting your things down, you greeted her with a smile.

"Morning, Gaz!"

"How are you always so damn cheery?" She groaned, fixing you with a glare. She was not a morning person. She was never pleasant with you until around lunch. And even then, she was still an asshole to everyone else. 

"Because I get to see your gorgeous face every morning." You watched as her cheeks became dusted in a light pink. She continued to stare stupidly at you for a few seconds before her usual demeanor set back in.

"Whatever."

“Anyway. Maybe we could hang out after school today? I feel like I haven't gotten to see you in forever." 

"You see me every day at school." She wasn't saying no. And after being her friend for months now, you knew her well enough to know that she wanted to. You just had to let the usual song and dance play out first. 

"You know what I mean...please?~" You asked, despite knowing her answer always had been yes. You flashed her the doe eyes, laying your head on her shoulder and wrapping your arms around her. 

"Okay! Yes! Just get off!" She pushed you out of her personal space, hard but not aggressive. You knew she actually enjoyed your behavior, or else you wouldn't do it. She liked to present herself as a tough lone wolf who can and will beat you into the ground, but you knew her to be a secret softie. She often showed a different side when it was just the two of you, although she would always bring her bitchiness back at school. 

"Great!" Huffing, she pulled out her notebook, still pretending to be irritated with you. She thought her charade was convincing, but you could read her better than she would ever know. All it took was one look at the pink that stained her cheeks, the way she froze at your slightest touch or even the most subtle flirtatious phrase. You knew much more than you would let on. You wanted to hear it come from her, when she was ready. However, that didn't mean you wouldn't nudge her a bit. Sometimes, some people just need a good shove.

"You can come over to my place. My brother is going to be out hunting aliens or some shit, and my dad is working like always." Her tone was no longer sharp, in fact she seemed rather passive. 

"Sure, that's fine by me!" You had never been to her place when it was empty. Usually Dib was around, or her father, or on the rare occasion, both. You felt butterflies fill your stomach, not from nerves, rather unadulterated excitement. Maybe this was it. Maybe she would let you in on what was supposed to be kept so secret. Would she finally show her hand? You hoped so. She always played everything so close to the vest. Although you were able to see what she held, you would never let her onto that. You had your own poker face. 

-

The air was warm, gradually edging closer to unpleasantly so. It was the type of weather that meant summer was closing in, as if you couldn't already tell by that anxious buzz that was ever present in your classes and in the hallways, especially from the seniors. The absence of any breeze didn't help things, and you knew you would be sweating within a few minutes. Luckily, you knew the Membrane house to be not too much farther. Your backpack seemed to weigh more the longer you walked, so you decided to distract yourself. 

"So, you excited to get the house to yourself when Dib graduates in a few weeks?" You asked, your question the Trojan horse for your actions. You brought your hand closer to hers, brushing your fingers against her own casually, something that could be disguised as accidental. Or, it would be, if you didn't proceed to do it again...and again...and again. She didn't address it, but you could tell by the way her gaze shifted that she was not ignorant to it. 

"I wish. He's not going to college, at least right now. Taking a gap year, or something. He still wants to be a paranormal investigator, but dad wants him to get a degree in science. This gap year was their compromise." She fished her hand into her pocket, the clinking of metal reaching your ears as she searched for her keys. 

"Each is hoping the other gives in over the next year, huh?"

"Exactly. But it ain't gonna happen. Both of them are too stubborn for that." More jingling noises sounded as Gaz put the keys into the door, twisting until the click of the lock was heard. She let you in first, calling over her shoulder to you as she closed the door after you. "We can just go to my room. Not much to do out here." You had been to her house enough times to know where it was without guidance, and even if you hadn't you were fairly sure you could find it first time without help. The door was decorated with a menacing 'Keep Out' sign, and many skulls, horror dolls, and band logos were painted onto the wood, most likely by Gaz herself. The inside, usually kept dark, was bright for once. It was a rare occasion where the shades were drawn, and light could be let in. The walls were still painted a deep, almost black red, but the sunlight really did make everything brighter. Band posters covered the walls hiding most of that previously mentioned paint. The sheets on her bed were black, she covered her carpet in a black fluffy rug, her desk was black, virtually everything was black besides the various disturbing stuffed animals and dolls that were strewn around her room. There were many who would feel uncomfortable in a room like hers, but you had adjusted and learned to love it, just as you had learned to love her. 

"So, what do you want to do?" You turned to her, already feeling her lighten up now that you were both alone. 

"I have an extra Game Slave. Think you can beat me in Bloaty Kart?" She smirked, pulling out her handheld consoles from her bag and a drawer in her desk, tossing one to you. 

"Of course." You both knew you couldn't, but regardless, you would put up a fight. Hopping up on her bed, you booted up your games, ready to watch Gaz wipe the floor with you. Intensely staring at the screen, you held down the buttons you were supposed to, furiously dancing your thumb on the D pad. "Oh, come on! Not fair!" You cried as Gaz hit you with a flying pizza, preventing you from even getting close to her. "Why are you able to hit people behind you? That should be illegal." You pushed your bottom lip out, scooting closer to Gaz until your shoulders were touching. You leaned into her heavily, trying to shove her a bit to throw her off her rhythm. It didn't work, but it was worth a shot.

"You're not even trying!" Gaz's words were broken by pearls of laughter, a beautiful sound in your opinion. Things were ramping up in game as the final lap commenced. You had finally managed to catch up to Gaz, and the two of you were close to neck and neck as you both closed in on the finish line. Despite being close, you knew you couldn't beat her without illegal tactics. 

"Oh, I'm not trying? Fine!" Just as the finish line was only a few kart lengths away, you turned your head towards Gaz, leaning in to plant a big kiss on her cheek. She seemed so stunned by your action that she dropped her Game Slave, her character stopping just before the line, letting you win. "Sorry, cutie. All's fair in love and war." You watched Gaz' expression morph from stunned to panicked. Her normally squinty eyes widened to the size of saucers, her jaw set, fingers curled in tight to her palms. You could see her nails digging in harshly, sure to leave deep crescents when released. Her appearance resembled a frightened animal, and she soon lashed out like one, too. She put her hand on your shoulder, shoving you away from her harshly. You almost tumbled off of her bed. This was the most aggressive you had seen her act towards you in your entire friendship, and although all you wanted was for things to work out, you wondered if you had overstepped boundaries. That maybe there was a line that shouldn't have been crossed. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Her voice was raised and shrill, yet she still refused to look at you. 

"Gaz, I-" You attempted to apologize, beginning to doubt your impressions of her. Maybe you had everything all wrong. Maybe she didn't like you the way you liked her. If that was the case, she probably didn't want anything more to do with you, since you had been so persistent. That was the last thing you wanted. You were okay if she wanted to stay friends. But you didn't think you could handle losing her entirely.

"God, what's your problem?!" She spat, every word dripping venom. Her eyes were overly shiny, the sign of tears forming. You didn't want to push her. You let her get angry. If she wanted to scream at you, that was fine. You would wait. You sat away from her, keeping your distance, not afraid of her. Just afraid of hurting her. "I just...you're just so...do you even know what you're doing to me?" Her voice had quieted, her shoulders slouched. Those tears that had been threatening to fall finally spilled down her cheeks. She looked utterly helpless as she looked to you for the first time. You felt a pang in your heart for her. You had been there once. You had been where she was, scared out of your mind at your own feelings, those desires you could never escape from. Not wanting to lose those you cared about, terrified to admit everything to yourself. Despite how badly you wanted to reach out and hold her, to tell her everything was okay, you knew you had to wait. She still hadn't said all that she needed to. And so you sat still, not saying a word, hands folded neatly in your lap. Your eyes were trained on your chipping black nail polish, remnants of the last visit to Gaz's room. You couldn't bear to see her cry, but you knew it was necessary. So you kept looking down as you waited. After what felt like ages, she spoke again. "I like you...more than I ever wanted to." Those words were all that you needed to hear. 

"Gaz..." The room still had energy, but it wasn't as suffocating. Everything felt lighter somehow now that all of her cards were on the table. Now, it was time for you to show yours. You crawled back over to her, movements slow, always watching her body language to make sure she wouldn't be uncomfortable. The second things got to be too much, you would put on the brakes. The final few tears slipped down her cheeks. You brought your hands to her face, wiping them away with your thumb. Nothing else needed to be said as you leaned in, gently placing your lips on her own. She seemed so fragile in that moment, you were afraid you would shatter her like glass. You pulled away, searching her face for any sign of discomfort. "I like you too. I thought that was obvious." Joy swelled in your chest as you felt Gaz's demeanor completely shift from underneath you. She no longer seemed petrified, rather, an air of confidence similar to your own radiated from her. Sometimes, you just needed a good breakdown to get back on track. 

"I hoped that was the case." A slight smirk graced her face as she gripped the collar of your shirt in her hand, yanking you into another kiss. This one was much less delicate, her lips moving against yours in an almost hungry manner. Pulling back after a few moments, a shit-eating grin stretched across your lips.

"I see you like the way I taste." You teased, pressing your lips against hers once more. You decided to go a bit further, trusting that she would let you know if she didn't like something. Grabbing her bottom lip in your teeth, you waited until she opened her mouth to question you, taking the opportunity to slip your tongue inside. Despite probably never kissing anyone before in her life, she was keeping up with you as your tongue worked its magic. After exploring her mouth a bit more and seeing what reactions it earned you, you parted, letting her breathe. "You may kick my ass in video games...but just know when it comes to this...you're the one getting schooled." Your words came between large breaths for air. 

"Oh yeah? Who decided that?" Her tone was full of mock defiance. She wanted to be a bit of a brat, but you knew that, deep down, she was just glad that everything was finally out in the open. She placed her hands on your thighs as you straddled her, tracing circles into them. You shook your head, grin still ever present. Bringing your lips to her face, you kissed just off the mark from her own, trailing kisses down her jaw.

"I did." You spoke as you were still peppering her with kisses, feeling her squirm underneath you. You guessed she was ticklish. You resumed pressing kisses to her skin until you had reached her neck. Her hands moved to lose themselves in your hair as you focused on one single spot, giving it an experimental nip to gauge her reaction. Her hands clenched your hair like it was a lifeline, her breaths irregular. One of your hands found the hem of her shirt, toying with it in your fingers as you continued to bite her neck, leaving softer kisses to replace your nips. All the while, the only thing to leave her mouth was your name, albeit very breathily. Pulling away from her neck, your lips crashed into hers once more, overjoyed just to be able to be there in that moment. You moved together, keeping time with one another. Everything in that minute felt like it was supposed to be that way. If asked, you would have both said that your lips were always meant to fit together. For Gaz, the world finally seemed to make sense. She finally understood why no one at school had caught her eye before you, why she was just so not into whoever Dib or her father tried to introduce her to during their brief stint at matchmaking. Everyone always thought Gaz was a cold, heartless psycho who just wanted to be left alone. You could be certain that was completely untrue. 

You felt a hand snake underneath your shirt and up your side, Gaz's fingers dancing along your skin. You couldn't help but shiver, and Gaz smiled against your lips. You vowed that day to do anything for that smile. 

Just as things were perfect, when it seemed that the stars were aligned and that nothing could ruin the moment, the universe just had to prove you wrong. The door to Gaz's room was thrown open, a familiar voice that you dreaded to hear reaching your ears.

"Gaz, you'll never guess what happe-" Dib stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes rested on a sight he never thought he would see. His sister underneath her friend, lips locked and hand up her shirt. His face was the color of his enemy's uniform, all the way to the tips of his ears. "M-My bad, I'll come-come back later." Despite saying he would leave, his feet felt as if they were planted to the floor, unable to stop staring, even after you had pulled away. 

"GET OUT!!" Gaz shrieked at the top of her lungs, reaching out and grabbing hold of one of her stuffed animals, rocketing it towards Dib. That seemed to kick Dib's ass into gear as he zipped out of the room, the stuffed animal colliding with the closed door. Gaz's cheeks were stained in red, and you would admit your own felt quite hot as well. An awkward 'I-can't-believe-that-shit-just-happened' laugh tumbled from your lips as you crawled off of her, sitting down beside her. There was no recovering from that, the vibe had been officially killed. Not just killed. Publicly executed. 

"Wow...how long do you think it'll take for him to look me in the eye again?" More laughter erupted from you, and this time Gaz joined in.

"Probably about six and a half years. And then eight more before he'll finally be able to talk to you." It was a joke, but you figured that, knowing Dib, it probably wasn't too far off the mark. "Jesus, I've told him a thousand times to knock first. Or to just stay out of my room entirely." She crossed her arms, blowing a strand of purple hair out of her eyes.

"Well, on the bright side, he'll probably obey that rule from now on." She nodded silently, a serious air settling around her. 

"One could only hope." She ended her phrase with a sigh, head leaning back to rest against the headboard of her bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. A quiet moved in right then. You understood why. There was a heavy question that needed to be addressed, although you thought you both already knew the answer. You contemplated on asking it, but figured you'd let Gaz. You were okay with everything, and you wanted her to be the one to bring things to the table. That would be your way of knowing what she was ready for. To your relief, she finally spoke up, her eyes drifting back to yours. "Maybe we could...ugh, you know..." She trailed off, refusing to say the words. You had always been able to tell from day one based on your interactions that she had low EQ, and that she would be a lot tougher and more reserved when it came to admitting feelings. That was fine by you. You were much more open, and were willing to guide her through the process of learning how to open up, at least to you for a start.

"Be girlfriends?" You finished for her, watching as she nodded, relieved she didn't have to be the one to say it. You pretended to contemplate it for a moment, over exaggerating the way you tapped your chin, pretending to be in deep thought. "Hmm, I dunno...that's kinda gay." You couldn't keep your straight face for long as you busted up laughing, clutching your stomach. Your laughs and giggles were smothered when Gaz reached for a pillow, shoving it into your face.

"You're stupid." You threw the pillow down, pulling her into a hug, loving the smile on her face that continued to grow.

"But you love me anyway." You sang into her ear as she stayed put in your arms, her own arms finding their place around you.

"Yeah, whatever." That was the first time you had heard a whatever that she had spoken ever be laced with nothing but love and affection. You were so undeniably happy in that moment that nothing could ruin it for you, or for her. Not even paranoid ghost hunting brothers who barged into rooms without knocking.

#invader zim oneshot #invader zim #invader zim x reader #gaz membrane #gaz x reader #invader zim one shot #invader zim fic #invader zim fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

[dreamingofmilk]

Home Cooking Part 1

Synopsis: You’re a great cook, so you want to cook for Bucky. You never knew what good food would do for him.

Honey lemon pepper fried chicken, mac and cheese, collard greens with turkey neck and ham hock, garlic and cheese mashed potatoes, and fresh banana pudding. That's everything you've been cooking since early this morning to celebrate Bucky coming back from his mission. You woke up at 5am and made everything from scratch, just the way your mom taught you. Bucky was always really hungry when he came over, and you've cooked for him plenty of times before, but nothing like this.

You got the idea a few weeks ago right before Bucky left for the mission. He was over your house again, he practically lived there, and you both were cuddled up on the couch watching Project Runway. You'd gotten him addicted and it was your go to show to watch together. You both found the pettiness of the contestants hysterical.

Three Weeks Ago

As you both laid there you heard Bucky's stomach growl. It was so strong you felt the vibration on your back. You laughed, "Damn Buck!" You didn't have to turn around to know he was blushing.

He huffed, "Sorry doll. Do you have any snacks?"

He had already eaten most of your snacks. The man was like a bottomless pit. You shook your head. "Nope, you ate them all last time remember?" He pouted, "Babe! Please I'm starving!" You held your hands up, "Alright alright! I can make you something."

Bucky's smile was blinding. "Thank you babe!" He grabbed you and gave you a few quick pecks, speaking in between kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah yeah, let me up." Once you got to your fridge you found the ingredients to make your favorite cream cheese dip, a recipe your dad threw together one day that became a huge hit. You quickly assembled everything, making sure to put extra jalapenos, and put it in the oven to cook.

Once it was done you grabbed a bag of chips and made your way back to the couch. Bucky was practically salivating by the time you sat the bowl down.

“This smells amazing!” Bucky wasted no time opening the chips and scooping a generous portion of the dip. As he did, it created a perfect cheese pull and the steam wafted off. He was unconcerned, he popped the whole chip in his mouth. It’s a wonder the man has any taste buds left.

He chewed a few times then moaned. It was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard, it honestly sounded pornographic. You clenched your thighs together to try to relieve the tension you felt between your legs. Before you could react, he was grabbing another chip and popping it in his mouth. This time his eyes rolled back and he whimpered. “Fuck, baby this is so good!” You were still reeling from the noises he made. You have never seen someone react to good food that way. You felt like your food was turning him on.

After finishing your movie snack, you both laid back down, bellies full of the hot dip. You had to find out why Bucky reacted the way he did. You just found the whole thing interesting. A few minutes after the final credits started to roll, you turned around and looked at Bucky. “So, do you have a food fetish or something?” You didn”t sound accusational or anything, just curious.

Bucky broke the eye contact and you could see his face flush red. “Yeah, sorry about that. I tend to overreact to good food. I’ll calm down with it.”

You were shaking your head before he finished. “No! You shouldn’t be embarrassed about it! I just thought it was sexy as hell! I”ve just never seen anyone react like that before. It was like the food was literally turning you on.”

His face just got redder, “That’s exactly what happens. It’s a side effect of the serum. I was always a very sensual person. Food especially always excited me and I loved to eat before the serum, but now that my senses are heightened I can taste even more now and it’s all so much stronger, so it affects my body way more than it used to.”

You took all of this in and stored it in the back of your mind for later. So your boyfriend had a food kink. If he got this excited about some cream cheese dip, he’d lose his mind over a full soul food meal. You grinned to yourself at the thought. You’d definitely have to try that sometime.

Present Day

You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you did your magic in the kitchen. You were already excited to see Bucky after being apart for two weeks, but you also couldn’t wait to see his reaction to all this food. You were so happy that you could do something like this for him. Something that he’d no doubt enjoy immensely. This was a whole lot of work, but Bucky was always so good to you. You wanted to return the favor somehow.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Bucky unlocked the door. You could hear his boots thumping against the floor as he put his coat and keys away. “Y/N?” You didn’t realize how much you’d missed his voice until now.

You smiled to yourself, “I’m in the kitchen Buck.” You felt a surge of nervousness as his footsteps grew closer, his bare feet padding across the wood floors. When he came into view, your instinct kicked in and you immediately ran to him and jumped in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist. He was surprised, but he caught you with ease, his strong arms wrapping around you. “I missed you, baby. It’s been a long two weeks.”

You pressed your nose into his neck, breathing deeply. “I missed you too, Bucky. So fucking much.” You both stayed there for a while, familiarizing yourselves with each other’s bodies and scents like you’d been apart for a year instead of just two weeks.

Bucky suddenly perked up, and started walking further into the kitchen, with you still attached to him. “Something smells amazing. What are you cooking?”

You pulled back to look into his eyes, closely monitoring his expression. “I know you are always starving when you get back from missions, and that you appreciate a good meal, so I made you some soul food. The kind of food I grew up eating.”

You hopped down from him and started dishing everything up. “There’s fried chicken, mac and cheese, collard greens, and mashed potatoes. And later we can have banana pudding for dessert.” You made Bucky a plate, piling it high with everything.

Next to you, Bucky didn’t know what to feel. Part of him was so happy, so overjoyed that you took time out of your weekend to make him food. And so much of it! This had to have taken you hours, and you did it just for him. His heart swelled with love at the thought of you working so hard just to make him food. He really had the best girlfriend in the whole world. But, there was another part of him that was horny as fuck. There was something undeniably sexy about his woman spending all day in the kitchen so he’d have a nice meal when he came home. Bucky wasn’t a chauvinist, but the barbaric part of him could appreciate the domesticity of this entire situation.

You handed him the plate with a smile, the sweetest smile. It honestly just made Bucky want to fuck you on the kitchen counter, meal be damned. But his stomach won out. He was starving and all of the good smells from his plate were making him salivate. He’d satiate this hunger so he can take care of the other one after. To show his appreciation, he sat the plate down, grabbed you, and gave you the filthiest, panty-dropping kiss you’d ever experienced. A few minutes of that, and you’d cum on the spot. When he pulled away, he smirked, “Thank you baby. This looks amazing. It makes me hungry for something else too though. I’ll take care of that later.”

Whew! That man was fucking dangerous. You couldn’t even move. Niagara Falls had taken residence between your legs, and you weren’t sure if you could even walk. Tonight was going to be a good night that’s for sure. After Bucky walked into the dining room you made yourself a plate, grabbed 2 beers and made your way to the table as well.

You sat down across from Bucky, and you both said your prayers before digging in. You were just about to take your first bite when all you heard was the dirtiest, filthiest moan you’ve ever heard right across from you. Your head whips up and all you see is Bucky’s eyes, pupils blown wide. He had taken a huge bite out of a chicken breast. His face was flushed, and he was rolling his eyes as he chewed, barely swallowing before he shoveled the next bite in. As if he could feel you staring at him, he took a quick pause and looked over at you. “Baby, this is the best food I’ve ever had in my life. Honestly, thank you so much for doing all of this. I love you so much.”

You beamed, so pleased that he liked your food. “You’re welcome babe, you deserve it. You’re always so good to me.”

He reached across the table and grabbed your hand, “I’m gonna be really good to you later.” He winked and started cleaning the chicken bone. You never would have thought that you’d find watching someone eat sexy, but Bucky proved you wrong. There was something so manly about the way he tore into his food, especially when he really liked it. Every few bites, he’d suck on his fingers, or lick his lips and it was honestly driving you crazy. You could barely focus on your own plate, your hunger for him starting to overpower your empty stomach.

Finally finished with his chicken, he moved on to the mac and cheese. He shoveled a huge portion in his mouth and groaned, “Fuck, this is so good.” By the time he got to the collard greens, he was actively moaning, and you were about to lose your shit. He sounded like he was going to cum just from eating. It was incredibly fascinating, but it was making you horny as hell.

While you were having your inner monologue, Bucky was living his best life. He knew the food was going to be good. You've never made anything he didn’t love, but this was a different level altogether. He had never had food this good in his entire life. Every bite fired off every synapse in his brain, the rush of endorphins enough to make the average man pass out. All it did for Bucky was make him hard as a rock. He'd have to have Y/N cook for him more often.

He polished off the rest of his plate, scraping everything he could into his mouth. The satisfaction was overwhelming, or at least it was until his dick twitched and reminded him of the other hunger he was supposed to be satiating.

He looked over at Y/N. "Come here, baby." His voice was soft, but it was very clear that he wasn't asking. You make your way over to him, your legs weakening more and more by the second. Bucky patted his lap, "Sit right here." You sat down and leaned into his chest as he rubbed your thighs. "Thank you again for that amazing meal baby. It was the best I've ever had."

Your sweet smile just made him harder, and he made sure to push his bulge into your ass. Bucky grabbed your ass and started grinding you on his dick. "But now I'm hard as fuck Y/N. You shouldn't have fed me such good food, baby."

You moaned, the pleasure starting to overwhelm you already. "I just wanted to make you as happy as you make me Buck."

He laughed, "Oh you succeeded babe. Now I'm gonna make you happy." And with that he stood up, holding your ass as you wrapped your arms and legs around him to keep from falling.

"Bucky! Warn a girl next time!"

His laughter carried through the whole house. "Where's the fun in that?"

"You could have dropped me!"

Bucky scoffed, "Please, you know damn well I can carry you with one arm. Don't play that shit with me." He took a short pause before a devious smile appeared on his face. "Matter fact, I'll show you just how strong I am. Especially since you fueled me with all this good food."

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