#that the volume on the tv was all the way up to 100

[kitten4sannie]

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ᴛᴇɴᴛᴀᴄʟᴇꜱ/ᴛɪᴛꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ➠ ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

pairing: intergalactic alien idol! wooyoung x cyborg call girl! reader (fem) feat. ai! san

genre: futuristic au, idol au, smut

summary: your company pleasureplanet™ gets a call from the most sought after idol in your galaxy, requesting you for an evening. he shows you a side his fans have never seen before.

w.c: 2.5k

warnings: switch! wooyoung, reader adapts to whatever woo wants for her own pleasure ^^, alien heat cycles, woo’s got an big alien cock, implied voyeurism, praise, begging, tentacle sucking + fucking, deep-throating, titfucking, choking kink but not in the way you think, unprotected sex, just…so much cum and alien goo lol, breeding/impreg kink, actual impregnation (in this economic climate??), oviposition, creampie, cum inflation

a/n: i’m giving my lord and savior cthulhu all the credit for bestowing this idea upon me,, it’s not like i’ve been wanting to write something this heinous for months and months… where’d you even get that idea from?? haha…ha. but fr im so happy i finally got to write out something that’s akin to a hentai lol i’m living my best smut writer life rn. please heed the warnings and if you did so i hope you enjoy :3

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Wooyoung woke up from his sleep in a cold sweat, the flashing lights projecting from the room’s flatscreen making patterns on his glistening skin as he sat up, his body filled with an odd, though familiar heaviness that he knew he would have to take care of sooner than later. 

“Shit, is it happening already?” he whispered to himself, groaning as pulled himself to the edge of the king-sized bed to sit comfortably. “San, do a body scan.” Wooyoung rubbed his tired eyes, waiting for his in-house AI system to kick in, a familiar ding suddenly ringing out inside the empty room.

A projection of a youthful man with sharp, feline-like features appeared on the wall closest to Wooyoung’s bed. He looked in Wooyoung’s general direction, giving him a cordial smile and a bow. “Good evening, Wooyoung.” Blue rings of light formed along the edges of San’s brown eyes, studying Wooyoung’s form. “It appears that your BPM is above normal range. Abnormal body temperature and cortisol production have been detected. Unusually high levels of arousal and semen production are recognized as well,” the AI stated matter-of-factly, blinking. “You seem to be exhibiting symptoms of an illness that members of your sector are susceptible to contracting during this time of year. Would you like to see an in-depth analysis?” 

“Yes, San.” Wooyoung waited for a moment until a prompt appeared on the small computer built into his wrist, tapping a few options, until it projected various images to him. The application showed him what he was in denial about discovering, the bright red letters indicating that he was indeed smack dab in the middle of an intense heat, and to make things worse, he was carrying. To make matters even worse, he knew his kind was required to transfer his offspring to a willing partner, or else his own body would become a birthing ground.

Knowing that he had too many fans relying on him in the intergalactic entertainment world, it simply wasn’t an option for him to retire. He would have to find someone that could host them for him, but where? And so late in the night? Who could possibly–

“Hey, sexy, are you looking for a late-night lover?” an ample-chested member of the spider dimension with eight hooded eyes and fearsome mandibles questioned Wooyoung from the bright TV screen, bringing a bit of their web together into a pattern that formed a heart.  

“Oh?” Wooyoung murmured, realizing that just perhaps his reluctant, desperate prayers to his galaxy’s god were in the process of being answered.

A curvy gray alien leaning seductively against a bar table continued the spiel, “Someone you can unload your deepest desires onto? Someone that can make your wildest dreams come true?” 

“Well, look no further.” An enthusiastic, though automated voice took over this time, as the screen showcased the company’s shiny logo, while it flipped through a slew of optional playmates across the screen like pages of an open book, showcasing the wide range of choices Wooyoung had. “Our playmates at Pleasure Planet will take good care of you. For price options, call (XXX)-XXX.” 

Wooyoung bit his lip, about to look away from the TV when you popped up on the screen, drawing his attention to you, your human-like beauty mixed with the metal intricacies of a robot standing out to him. 

“Well, what are you waiting for, baby?” you asked Wooyoung through the screen, laying across a plush velvet couch in only a small black slip, your back arched, running your fingers up along your sleek body, until you brought them into your hair to push it behind your ears, your fingers brushing against the small lit-up chrome circle near your temple. “Give me a call~” 

Wooyoung gulped so hard, he almost swallowed his Adam’s apple, knowing what he had to do. He rubbed at his sweaty neck, feeling more beads of sweat trickle down his neck to his chest, the loose sleep t-shirt that was hanging off his shoulders now tinted a darker color. “San, call Pleasure Planet and book me an appointment with the cyborg girl.” 

“Right away, Wooyoung,” San obeyed, bowing at the waist, before his image dissipated, the wall returning to a blank state. 

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A soft ding sound filled the empty space of Wooyoung���s expansive cyber chamber after some time went by, finally distracting the overheated alien from his current predicament. He continued to lay in a fetal position on the side of his bed, too overwhelmed by the dizzying amount of arousal that was swirling around his insides like a shoal of fish. “Is…nnngh…she here, San?” 

San’s form materialized onto the wall once more, scanning his Master’s crumpled up body, running a number of tests, finding that the situation was beginning to grow imminent. “Yes, she is, Wooyoung. Please begin the mating ritual as soon as possible, to prevent less favorable outcomes. I’m sure your company wouldn’t want you–”

“You think I don’t know that, San?” he snapped back, holding a hand to his disruptive abdomen, groaning in both pain and unexplainable pleasure, as what Wooyoung could only describe as molten-hot lava churning around inside his core, just aching to spill out of him. “Where the fuck is she? I need to–”

“I’m here for you, Wooyoung. Please, put your worries to rest,” you replied as you entered his room, Wooyoung’s eyes following your movements like a moth to a flame, taking slow steps up to his bed, shedding various articles of your clothing until you were bare for him. 

“O-oh, hi,” Wooyoung croaked, doing his best to sit up in his bed with his head against his pillow, beads of sweat already soaking into it, strands of black hair sticking to his forehead. He watched you climb onto his bed and crawl towards him, his eyes shifting from your face to your body, trying to get his spinning mind to stop for a moment. “Wh-what’s your name?” 

“Y/N, but you can call me whatever you want. I’m yours for tonight~” You mounted him, lowering yourself down to feel his aching length pressing into your heat through his boxers. 

“Y/N…” he repeated softly, entranced by you. 

Smiling down at him, you gently ran your hands up his rapidly rising abdomen, feeling up his soft body along the way, eventually slipping him out of the sweater he was in, eliciting a whine from the alien below you. You brought your lips near Wooyoung’s parted ones, whispering against them, “Oh, baby, you’re in bad shape, huh? Need me to take care of you?” 

Wooyoung nodded weakly, his hands on your thighs, feeling your soft skin underneath his heated grasp. He squeezed into it, swallowing harshly, his Adam’s apple visibly bobbing inside his throat. “Y-yes, please, it hurts so bad…” 

San, who was still watching from the wall, cleared his throat, doing his duty and informing his Master of important information. “Master, please return to your body’s natural state soon. Your vitals are starting to worry me.” 

“I got it, San,” Wooyoung grunted, glaring at the AI, before returning his attention to you. “Oh my god…” He groaned at the sight of you running your hands up and down your perfectly created body, your fingers slipping past the metal, glowing seams that sealed you together, until you got down to your glistening cunt, your fingers spreading yourself open for his viewing pleasure, all while grinding back and forth against his slippery, clothed length. “Y/N…fuck…I just…don’t want to scare you…” 

“You won’t, trust me. Please, let yourself go, Wooyoung, it’s okay,” you reassured him softly, licking at your fingers before they returned to your perfect pussy, rubbing at your clit, feeling zaps of electricity course through your body, your artificial synapses firing off inside your brain. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.” 

Inhaling sharply, Wooyoung closed his eyes for a moment to ground himself, knowing you wouldn’t judge every inch of him like people on the Universal Net did. Little by little, he let his body return to its natural state, small, ridged scales growing in patches along his skin, which exhibited an electric blue tint wherever his blood settled in the most, long, slick-covered tentacles emerging from his form, some of them idly curling around different parts of your body — the most notable change to his body being his cock, which tore out of his boxers from its size. It was no longer human-like, but instead resembled his wriggling appendages, had prominent ridges, leaked a steady flow of blue, viscous pre-cum, and had an obvious girth to it, thick, heavy-looking, and perhaps capable of stretching you open to your particular model’s max capacity for cock.

“Oh, Wooyoung,” you sighed, small digital hearts forming within your hooded eyes, cupping the alien’s flushed face, bringing your lips to his. “You're beautiful.” 

Wooyoung melted into your kiss and body respectively, bringing his hands up to your own face, holding it, his tentacles exploring the rest of your form for him, a few curling around and in between your tits, others sliding along your thighs and hips, while his slippery cock idly rubbed back and forth along your cunt like it had a mind of its own, sending waves of pleasure into the both of you. “Fuck, I need you so bad, Y/N…” 

A string of saliva broke your kiss as you pulled back, squeezing your tits together around the tentacle that was between them, licking at the wriggling tip. “How bad, baby? How bad do you want to fill me up with your cock?” you asked breathily, feeling the tentacle begin to thrust faster and faster, dripping blue pre-cum onto your slick skin. “You want to fuck your cum into me, Wooyoung? Fuck me so deep, it reaches my womb?” 

“Y-esss, please, oh my god, please,” Wooyoung moaned out, grabbing at your hips, continuing to grind his large, ridged cock against your cunt, unable to stop gasping for air from how hard he was breathing. 

“Then, come here,” you purred, reaching down to grab Wooyoung’s cock and pushing it inside you, feeling it fill you up inch by inch until your hungry cunt swallowed it in its entirety, your bodies essentially becoming one. 

Any semblance of composure completely left Wooyoung’s burning body in that moment, encouraging him to grab onto your hips like handlebars and drive his cock deep into your cunt over and over, his tentacles still eagerly exploring the expanse of your skin, some rubbing into your clit, others still preoccupied with your now bouncing tits, an additional tentacle loosely wrapping around your neck, the tip of it sliding along your cheek like it was licking you. “Feels so fucking good being inside you, Y/N, I’m gonna melt.” 

“Take me, Wooyoung, do whatever you want to me,” you told the alien in between pants, opening your mouth when Wooyoung’s tentacle rolled down your other cheek and across your lips, eventually slipping inside your mouth when you opened up, the small round disk built into your temple continually flashing blue the longer your body short-circuited with pleasure, your sensitive flesh squelching lewdly each time they joined together in slick, gooey harmony. 

Wooyoung watched you with a fondness that bordered obsession, drooling at the sight of his appendage fucking itself into your bulging throat that it was wrapped tightly around, still bringing you down onto his cock at an unnerving speed, the heaviness swirling around inside his lower abdomen growing more and more prominent. “I’m going to breed you, Y/N, did you know that? I’m going to fill you to the fucking brim with my kids.” 

You gurgled happily around the thrusting tentacle that was currently stretching out your lips and throat, your body shuddering with pleasure once load after load of blue goo spilled into your willing mouth, dripping down the sides of your chin and traveling along the rest of your slicked-up body. The tentacle left your mouth with a lewd pop and slowly wrapped around your waist instead. “Fill me up, Wooyoung, please, fuck it in me, deeper, I need it,” you begged him, desperately driving yourself down on his thick cock, cupping your own overheated cheeks, the hearts inside your eyes growing more and more bright each time the alien’s cock slipped deep inside your sloppy cunt.  

“Gonna fuck you so full, Y/N, gonna plug you up with my cock so you have to be my breeding bitch again and again,” Wooyoung mindlessly moaned out, simply driven by his overwhelming lust and instinctual urge to procreate, the heaviness moving closer and closer to his pulsing cock. 

“Yes, give it to me, please…!”

San, who had been silently observing the entire time, cleared his dry throat up to announce, “Delivery of offspring will be completed in…three…two..one…”

Neither you nor Wooyoung could tell who had came harder between the both of you, your joined moans and pants filling up the heavy air in the room. Wooyoung’s hands were cemented against your lower abdomen, able to feel as each warm, egg-like object had been deposited into your contracting cunt. “Feel them?” he asked under his breath, looking up into your barely open eyes.

“Yeah, I feel them,” you breathed, feeling dizzy just from the sensation of being filled to the absolute brim, Wooyoung’s cock acting as a dam until he knew that nothing except loads of his cum would come out afterwards, a small bulge present inside your stomach being the proof of what had been done to you. 

Wooyoung let out a small whine, slowly pulling out of you, his cock flopping lifelessly onto his pelvis, his eyes focused on the way your used hole fluttered around nothing, dribbles of electric blue cum dripping out, until a flood of it came seeping out in between your sticky bodies. With a blissful smile on his face, Wooyoung rubbed your stomach with gentle circles, humming to himself. “Let me know when you’re ready for another round, okay, baby?” 

You smiled softly down at him, placing your hand over his, ready to ask him for another round as soon as possible when San spoke instead.

“I hate to interrupt, but you have quite the schedule tomorrow, Wooyoung…practice at 9, vocals at 11, a fan meeting in the Twilight Quadrant at 3….” San slowly informed in a disheartened tone, a drop of sweat cascading down the side of his sleek face. 

Wooyoung growled, grabbing a pillow and tossing it at the wall, the image of San blurring temporarily. “Shut off! Shut down, San!” He looked back at you, rubbing your hips gently, unable to stop smiling at your pretty cybernetic face.

San disappeared from the wall, but his voice remained. “Just so you know, I don’t actually have a shut-off button, Wooyoung. I’m sentient…” 

Wooyoung’s fingers clenched into your hips, his eyebrows twitching downwards. “Oh my god, San, just wait till I fucking figure out how to hack your programming…” 

San cleared his throat, shaking his head, though it wasn’t visible to either of you, especially since you were both too busy eye-fucking each other. “Again, I’m sentient. That’s out of the realm of possibility.” 

“San!” 

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[cutielando]

lucky number 100 ~ lando norris

Summary: Lando finally gets the win he deserves in his 100th race.

Word count: 1.2k+

Other works: my masterlist

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100 races.

If someone had told you that you would be with Lando and see his 100th race with McLaren, you would've probably laughed in their face.

You and Lando have been together for years, you being by his side ever since he started his racing career. You had never missed a race, not a weekend went by when you weren't seen on the paddock proudly wearing your boyfriend's number on your back.

With the COTA Grand Prix coming up, it also being Lando's 100th race in Formula 1, it was safe to say he was more nervous than he usually was.

That is precisely the reason why it was 1 in the morning before race day and Lando couldn't get himself to go to sleep. Thoughts plaguing his mind, all sorts of scenarios regarding the race going through his head.

You had fallen asleep earlier that evening, having been exhausted by the qualifying and everything. However, you woke up a little past 1, stretching your arm over Lando's side of the bed in search for his warmth but you were met with the cold sheets, making you frown.

"Honey?" you called out, rubbing your eyes and waiting for a response.

When you couldn't hear anything, you pulled the covers off your body and took Lando's hoodie that had been discarded on the floor and pulled it over your head.

You opened the door to your bedroom and walked out, quietly searching for your boyfriend in the middle of the night.

You found him sitting on the couch in your living room, watching TV with the volume down with a lost look in his eye.

"Baby, what are you doing up? You need to get some sleep before tomorrow" you said, making your way over to him and sitting down next to him, snuggling up in his arms.

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep. Kept fidgeting so I decided to come out here so I wouldn't wake you up" he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and kissed your temple, savoring the feeling of your body snuggled up to his.

"What's got you worked up?" you whispered, trailing one of your hands up and down his chest, knowing it was one of the things that helped calm him down in any situation.

"The race, I guess" he shrugged, not being able to really pinpoint the trouble himself.

"What about the race?" you pushed, knowing he had to get whatever it was off his chest.

"I don't know, I just feel like everybody expects me to win because it's my 100th race and everyone will be disappointed if that doesn't happen and I'll let everyone down"

You nodded your head, understanding now where he was coming from.

A lot of his fans and people in the F1 business are constantly talking about him winning this race, how amazing it would be if he did it and how it has been long overdue, which obviously puts a tremendous amount of stress on him.

If he does deliver, he's going to be on top of the world. But if he doesn't, people are going to judge, they're going to talk shit and judge him.

"You don't have to listen to anyone. Screw what other people are saying, you don't need to put this pressure on yourself. Just drive how you know you can and let the result be whatever it may be. I'm still going to be proud of you, regardless if you end up being P1 or P20, baby" you raised your head and took his chin in your hands, making him look at you.

"You're not going to be disappointed if I don't win?" his voice was so soft and vulnerable, it made your heart break at the thought of possibly being anything but proud of him.

"Baby, no. I'll be proud of you if you finish first and I'll be proud of you if you finish last. That doesn't matter to me. All that I care about is that you are safe and come back to me in one piece. I love you, and I'm always going to support you in everything, but you need to stop letting these things get to you. You know what you're capable of, put that talent to use and have fun"

He sighed but a small smile made its way on his lips before he slowly nodded his head.

"You always know what to say, one of the many reasons why I love you" he leaned in and pecked your lips, bringing you into an even tighter hug afterwards.

"I should consider switching my job as a full-time wag to being a motivational speaker" you joked, enjoying the sound of his laugh filling the room.

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"10 minutes to go" Lando's engineer said as he poked his head in his driver's room where the two of you were hanging out.

Lando nodded and his engineer left, leaving the two of you alone again.

"This is it" he spoke up, looking at his hands which were fidgeting on his lap.

You took his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers with his in order to calm him down.

"Remember, don't push yourself too hard and risk crashing or getting hurt. It's not worth it. You'll get your win, baby, but don't push it today if it's not meant to be. Be safe, please"  

Lando nodded and gave you a reassuring smile, kissing you deeply after you stopped talking.

You squeezed his hand as you pulled away and stood up, motioning that you should get going.

You walked with him until you got to his car, giving him one final kiss before he got into the car and put his helmet on.

Lando's engineer motioned for you to join him, giving you a pair of headphones so you could be up to date with everything happening.

You all watched the formation lap before every driver got into their respective positions. You held your breath as you saw the lights before it was time to finally begin the race.

Lights out.

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He did it.

He had won first ever race in F1. 

You couldn't explain the pride and love that filled your heart when he was the first one to see the checkered flag.

He had absolutely dominated the whole race, managing to overtake every single car on the track and maintaining his position when it seemed that he might be under attack.

You don't think you had ever seen him drive better than he did today.

"Y/N! I did it!!!" he shouted as he ran to you, helmet and balaclava already off.

"I'm so proud of you, baby!!" you squealed and jumped into his arms, squeezing him like never before.

"Oh my God, I did it, my love. This is all for you" he exclaimed, holding you tightly and squeezing your waist.

"No, Lando. This is for you. You've been waiting your whole life for this, you've worked so hard all these years and today everything finally paid off. I'm proud of you to the moon and back, baby" you pulled away from the hug just enough so you could lean in and kiss him, pouring every single feeling of pride and adoration for him into the kiss.

"I love you so much" he muttered against your lips, refusing to let go of you when his PR manager called him for some interviews.

"I love you too, my winner"

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[mysticficti0n]

Hi B can you do something about if the TH boys were to walk-in while she was showering?? I feel it would be really funny

thank you ♥︎

BAHAHAHAHAHAH OMG YESSS

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Shower intrusion

warnings- swearing and thats about it

words- 990

Tom

Tom was sat round in the living room watching some stupid film on tv until the idea of going for a nice relaxing shower came to his mind, he knew Y/n was up stairs, he could hear her fucking music rattling off the walls so its perfect timing to go in and clean off whatever was on him from the day. He climbed up the stairs and saw his roommates door wide open with the speaker on 100 volume, he shook his head as he grabbed a towel from his dresser and walked to go to the bathroom, his hand twisted the door knob and he walked in and hot steamy air hit his face "TOM GET OUT!" a high pitched yell echoed on the tiled walls "FUCKING HELL Y/N!" he shouted back standing stunned as Y/n reached for the shower curtain to wrap around her body "well don't just fucking stare!" the girl growled seeing Tom's eyes widen with realisation to what he'd done- we all know where his little eyes drifted... "shit I'm sorry I thought you were in your room!" he argued looking to the ceiling trying to not think of her naked in front of him "I'll go now erm... enjoy?" Tom had never moved quicker in his life to leave the bathroom. Why was he such an idiot? Tom found himself sat back down on the sofa flicking through channels before a wet-haired Y/n came and stood before him- fully dressed in her Pj's may I add- he gave her a shy smile as she crossed her arms staring down at the slouched position he was in "bathrooms free now perv"

Bill

"I need to go take this bloody make-up off!" Bill groaned wiping his black eyes and seeing a huge dark smudge draw itself along his hand "ugh!" leaving the group down stairs he went to his room searching for the make-up wipes "come on where are they?" he pulled open every draw he owned swiping his hands over every surface he could reach but nothing Then he thought to check Y/n's room, she always had wipes stocked somewhere, he knocked the door and had no response, Bill opened the door slightly and saw a darkness filled room but a light shone from her bathroom, with a happy sigh he trudged in walking straight to the bathroom not noticing the sound of the taps being twisted off "Y/n I need some- OH FUCK I'M SORRY!" right in front of his eyes was a unsuspecting Y/n hurriedly wrapping her towel around her "why didn't you say something when you were walking in!" she laughed seeing the singer cover his eyes and spin back round "fucking idiot, you can turn around now" slowly Bill turned back to the girl seeing her fully covered with a clip holding her hair back "erm.. I need make-up wipes if you have any" his voice was quieter than before making Y/n chuckle and point to next to her sink "thanks and sorry... I don't know why I didn't thing you'd be in the shower" the boy quickly grabbed the wipes and ran back down stairs to fill in his bandmates about his encounter before wiping off his make-up

Georg

Georg was sweating like shit on a hot day after being outside helping set up the barbecue with Tom who couldn't seem to understand how to screw legs onto the main barbecue drum which oddly enough ended with a shoe mark stamped into it, with heavy steps he came up the stairs taking his shirt off and already unbuckling his belt his free hand pushing the bathroom door open as soon as the smell of vanilla and lavender filled his nose he regretted everything he did "shit sorry sorry!" he chanted walking back out closing his eyes making him close to smacking his head off the door "Jesus Georg you gave me a heart attack!" the girl called with a laugh, while the bassist stood with a thought fighting his way to the front of his mind, he opened the door slightly again and the scent of his shampoo washed over him "are you using my fucking almond shampoo?!" he yelled getting a suspicious 'no' from the girl "fucking hell Y/n out of everyone in this bloody house I didn't think you'd be nicking my shampoo! I wondered why it ran out so fast!" "look it makes your hair so shiny and smooth I was getting jealous!" Georg couldn't stop a laugh from leaving his lips "I'll buy you your own next time but don't use any more!" he warned walking to his own room to write a reminder 'get the shampoo stealer her own shampoo'

Gustav

"god my shoulders hurt so bad" the drummer grumbled rubbing the sore spot on his right side "ah- I need a shower, hot water helps" he spoke to the group sat with him as he turned to leave the room he thought he remembered Y/n saying she was going for a shower but surely she'd be out now? He made his way to the bathroom and pushed the door open and herd the small voice of Y/n singing a tune then "GUSTAV LEAVE!" the boy was brought back as he attempted to run out the room but it turned out to be more of a stumble as he smacked into the wall outside "SORRY Y/N!" he yelled slamming the door shut while slapping himself in the face trying to forget the image on Y/n with suds falling down her body, how long was he looking? "why does nobody in this goddamn house knock doors before they enter?" the girl shouted with a grunt making him laugh and her angriness, he'd make it up to her- maybe buying a door lock? "Gustav I know you're still outside" he snickered walking back down stairs with a red tint across his face "oopsie" he giggled

#bill kaulitz #kaulitz twins #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #00s #gustav schäfer #georg listing #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz imagines #germany #gustav schafer x reader #georg listing x reader #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz imagines #tokio hotel imagine #georg listing imagines #georg listing fluff #georg listing fanfic #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #Tokio Hotel #devilish #tom kaulitz icons

[rubra-wav]

Vox HCs entry #2

Warnings/CW: discussion of toxic masculinity, SFW

A/N: just various thoughts I've had about this man.

- He is a musical theatre/drama fan

He gives me this energy so much due to how dramatic he is in general. His first instinct when Alastor comes back is to instantly make a callout on live TV in the form of song. 💀

I feel like he listens to musicals in 'secret' - but it's not actually nearly as much as a secret as he thinks it is. I feel like in general he gets very loud when he's passionate or excited about something.

I just have a mental image of him thinking nobody in Vee tower can hear him while he absolutely yells the lyrics of a song with headphones on at full volume while dancing out the choreography to the song.

He'd deny everything about it if you brought this up however. He grew up in the 50's and due to that I feel as if he would be very insecure about it. I'll elaborate more on that in the next point.

- Still has a fair few beliefs to deconstruct

He is from around the 50's time period, and due to that I feel like he would have a lot of internalised toxic masculinity.

He is on and off with Val who's obviously GNC, so I think he doesn't gaf too much about others and what they wear and do anymore

But I think he has a lot of shit he directs towards himself still.

Elaborating on the liking theatre thing and denying it: I think he would stubbornly deny it because he thinks it's 'too feminine' for himself to be interested in and that he thinks it makes him 'less of a man' and shit kinda like that.

I also think because of this he also has horrendous perspectives on showing emotion.

It is already canon that he hides behind a mask at all times, but I feel like even if he 100% trusts someone to be genuine around them he still wouldn't let himself do so due to thinking he's 'less man' if he does things like cry or directly seek any kind of support - especially emotional - outside of his usual compliment fishing behaviours.

I don't think his perspectives usually pertain to others as he's had a lot of exposure to different more up-to-date / nonconforming people with Val and Vel - but I do definitely feel like he has hella internalised bullshit.

Dating him in this aspect would be hard because you would need to be there reassuring him that it's okay to do things which society deems as 'feminine' - especially with what 1950's society deemed as being normal and abnormal for men.

He needs reassurance so bad about it.

I can see him as trying to keep up his mask of not needing any kind of help from you even when it's obvious he's cracking under whatever (pressure, overwhelm, stress, etc. Etc.)

- This man can't dress himself well for shit

(Mostly based upon past Voxtagram posts)

This man's closet outside of his usual outfits is largely button-up/polo shirts and cargo shorts with the most horrifically ugly patterns you've ever seen in your life.

The only reason his outfits look good ever is because of Vel forcing him to not dress like shit.

I can imagine him walking out of his room in a blue and red polo and black cargo shorts with a snapback on and Velvette and Valentino just looking at him in utter horror. 💀

I also like the idea of him having equally chaotic socks. Like you have the usual put together outfit he has on, but then he takes off his shoes, and they are eye shatteringly ugly with words printed on them.

It's ironic because if you date him he will be probably pissy about you dressing well going out together.

He's a hypocrite 🙏

- He doesn't like sweets

I can see him as not liking things that are sweet at all.

He absolutely takes his coffee black as well, it's the most bitterest gag-worthy flavour ever and you are terrified at how much he seems to like the taste.

The sweetest thing he does like in the way of drinks is diet coke.

I feel like he survives on energy drinks, but I don't think he enjoys them at all and just tolerates them.

He doesn't like desserts either. Maybe tiramisu but not frequently.

I can see him actually liking dark chocolate though. I feel like he likes bitter things.

He's totally an absolute cunt about it as well.

If he sees you having coffee with milk/creamer and sugar he's the type of person to go "ugh. I don't know how you can drink that." While fake gagging at you.

He's that mf

A/N I have multiple ideas for drabble/fics, but my brain decided to write this out for now.

If you like sweets a lot he would be annoying as fuck about it 100%

I'm a bit hesitant to post like full fics or drabbles as I don't want to in the moment be like 'yeah, this is great!' Then look at it the next morning and be tweaking out because it feels OOC or I could have worded things better. Perfectionism is a fucking nightmare 🗣/lh

#vox #hazbin hotel #vox headcanons #vox x reader

[babydollmarauders]

Baby au does she ever go through that clingy stage where all she wants is jack and nobody else can hold her?

omg okay idk if this was supposed to be a blurb or just a general question, so i’ll answer it both ways! she DEFINITELY does! el is such a daddy’s girl and y/n 100% blames it on how stingy jack is with her. but there was a good 6 month period where she literally didn’t want anything to do with anyone other than jack. which made it rough on poor y/n because when jack was on roadies or at practice or a game, el would be SO fussy.

———

Jack and i were on the couch, him horizontally, his back against the arm of the couch and his legs sprawled out along the cushions with me laying between them, my back against his chest. a movie plays on the tv but neither of us pay attention, rather doing our own things in our phones instead. he scrolls through instagram, liking his teammates and friends posts while i scroll through tiktok.

my daily tiktok break is interrupted by the sound of El crying from her crib, having awoken from her nap.

“i’ll get her.” i heave out a sigh, rolling myself over Jack’s leg and off the couch before standing up. Jack just nods, his eyes never leaving his phone, and i make my way over to my 11 month old’s room.

“hey sweetheart. mommy’s got you. mommy’s here.” i coo as i walk in. she stands in her crib, whining with tears welling in her eyes, but she shakes her head when i come closer.

“dada!” she screams as i scoop up under her armpits. i heave a deep exhale, very tired of this phase.

for the past two months, the only person El has wanted is Jack.

i pick her up? “dada!”

Luke picks her up? “dada!”

she’s mad if i’m feeding her instead of Jack. she cries when he’s not in her sight. he must be the one to get her when she wakes up in the middle of the night, in the morning, or from nap.

it’s made it incredibly hard for me since he’s not always here.

“dada!” i startle at the volume of her voice in my ear, fast-walking back to the living room. i stop at the edge of the couch, El’s whines still blaring in my ear.

Jack doesn’t seem phased, just holding an arm out so i can place her on his chest.

“take your shadow.” i grumble, laying her on his chest. she immediately quiets, putting her face in his face and smiling. “i think she ruptured my ear drum.”

Jack chuckles, shutting his phone off and setting it on the couch beside him. He grins at our daughter, picking her up by the hips and hovering her over his face.

“hey, El-Bell! you giving mama a hard time?” he coos, making her giggle.

“dada!” her tiny hands smack his cheeks, squishing and pulling at them.

“yeah? you just wanted daddy, huh?” he asks before smooching her cheeks repeatedly.

“yeah, that’s because, when you’re home, you never let her leave your sight.” i sigh, dropping on the couch by his feet.

“can you blame me? she’s my world. i hate leaving her.”

“nice to see where i rank.” i joke, making him chuckle.

“you’ll always be my love, my wife. but sorry, she’s stolen your previous number one spot in my heart.” he tells me. “not by much, you’re actually pretty tied, but i’m just saying if our apartment burned down, i would go for El first.”

“that’s okay, i wouldn’t expect any less.” i pat his foot, smiling at the sight before me. El sits in between his legs like i did mere minutes ago, playing with his hands. “besides, Luke would save me. at least i’m number one in his heart.”

“of course you are.” Jack tells me. “you baby him.”

“i do not!” i mock offense, holding a hand to my heart.

“LUKE!” he yells out.

“WHAT?” Luke calls back from his room.

“WHAT DID Y/N MAKE YOU FOR LUNCH YESTERDAY?” Jack asks.

“GRILLED CHEESE AND TOMATO SOUP AND A GRILLED CHICKEN BREAST!” Luke replies. Jack levels me with a stare.

“and i’ll bet you cut the crust off for him too.” he raises an eyebrow in questioning and my cheeks flush slightly.

“i plead the fifth.”

#el!hughes au #jack hughes x reader #ask faithlynn ✨

[devoted-assassin]

Ok now that Madoka Magica is gaining traction again, I need to make a promotion post for The Different Story, because it is a wonderful addition to the world that nobody has read and that makes me very sad.

If you don’t wanna read all this, just read the spinoff manga. Please. I beg. It’s the only spinoff that (imo) lives up to the original.

Now what is the Different Story?

It’s a three volume spinoff manga (though this is the omnibus - all in one - version) that centres around Kyoko and Mami. There’s a piece of trivia that many people don’t know: Kyoko and Mami were once friends prior to the events of the TV show. This is canon, and there’s parts of the show that imply this too.

The first volume revolves around how they met, how their relationship grew, and what happened between them for the events of the anime to occur. This is pretty much canon, as it takes place before the time loops, and is adapted from a drama cd, which are directly written by the same person who wrote Madoka Magica. The next two volumes follow a potential timeline where Mami is still around when Kyoko comes back into town, and what happens from there is the rest of the story.

Why should you read it?

Because it is fucking awesome in the same heartbreaking and heartwarming way that the original show was. That’s the tldr, but if you want more in depth…

First of all, if you’re a fan of Kyoko or Mami, just stop right now and read it. You’re doing yourself a huge disservice if you don’t. They get so much development, which is nice for the two characters with the smallest amount of screen time (not that the anime doesn’t do a fantastic job). Especially Mami, who got…a bit cut off before all the big events really started happening.

Now, even if you prefer some of the other magical girls, they still get some time in the spotlight. Homura, Madoka, and Sayaka all get their moments that expand on their characters, and make you think “oh, it really could have gone this way.” If you’re a shipper, there’s also some nice content between the two big duos (so kyosaya shippers, I am one of you, please read this too).

Also the art style is a perfect match for the tv show + movie, which is a rarity for madoka magica spinoff manga.

How does this fit into canon?

As already stated, the first volume is pretty much canon. It’s the past between Mami and Kyoko. Now, the manga isn’t written by the same person who wrote Madoka Magica, but it did get the officially seal of approval from him. As such, whether the alternate timeline actually occurred in canon is personal opinion. Pretty much everyone who read it considers it canon, since it fits neatly and there’s nothing that contradicts anything already established.

I’m still hoping that we will get an anime adaption, but that’s 100% delusion.

And look. It’s on sale. That’s the whole thing, and it’s also in Canadian dollars so it’s probably cheaper for everyone else. Pleaaaseeee.

#just please read it #nobody reads it #madoka magica #the different story #madoka kaname #mami tomoe #kyoko sakura #sayaka miki #homura akemi #madoka magica the different story #pmmm #puella magi madoka magica

[kudouusagi]

Especially after the last chapter(15-2) people are confused why Souichi keeps saying they're not in a relationship. Let me tell you, it's not that he doesn't think that they are in a relationship, he just doesn't want other people to know that.

I know I've answered asks about when they started dating before but I don't think I've actually gone into detail about this so here we go again lol

They've been dating since the end of volume 8 and he is 100% aware of it. Souichi is just a lying liar who lies so he's not going to admit that to people unless it's absolutely necessary, but he knows it.

The #1 rule to remember when reading KSB: Souichi is a tsundere character.

Now let me quote from wikipedia about tsunderes:

"They usually play out as having an attitude toward the main character, either a male or a female, and often criticizing them in one way or another, until they eventually warm up to them or fall in love with them as the series progresses, though they usually find it very hard to admit it or outright deny it in some cases."

And if we look at the tv tropes page on tsundere, it even says people can be left scratching their heads if they're even together at all.

So denial is part of the formula for tsunderes and Souichi is a textbook tsundere. He's going to lie and deny it. That's just who he is.

When Takanaga was asked by fans after the series "ended" in Vol 8 if he was going to change in the continuation she said he wouldn't change that much because he is a tsundere character and he wouldn't be him if he changed that much.

In this chapter, Souichi made a big deal of saying that the rings were just friendship rings, but I think that's because he knows that if he allows Morinaga to call them something else, he'll slip and call them that around other people. He's probably right too. Morinaga has a track record.

If you want to see me go on a rant about how much they have progressed since then... keep reading.

They had the define the relationship talk in volume 8 and they have made progress in every single volume since then.

In volume 8 Souichi makes a big deal of asking him to stay by his side and saying that he's not running away anymore and they agreed that Morinaga would stay with him. (And I explained how those are ways to express love in Japanese over here in this post)

The "do whatever you want, idiot" is so tsundere it hurts lol

After this they even discussed about how the apartment was their home together.

In case you didn't know, this was the original place that Takanaga planned to stop at and so it was supposed to be clear they were together now. She had publicly announced that it was the end but then quickly realized that there was still more she wanted to write about them so Takanaga kept writing. The only reason she is still writing this story now is because she wants to.

Vol 9:

Here on the opening pages of Volume 9 we can see it saying "We thought their love story was over...?" and have a quote from Morinaga saying "You love me too, right, senpai?" (with the "love" left out but that's what it is).

Now, all Souichi does after this point is reassure Morinaga that they're together and he's not going anywhere. Yeah sure he denies it to other people, but he never does to Morinaga.

In this volume Morinaga feels insecure about leaving and wonders why Souichi likes his new helpers. Considering Morinaga had persistently bug Souichi for 2 years to even get him to remember he existed it's not a crazy thing to wonder about when it comes to Souichi.

They have a conversation about how Morinaga feels jealous and feels like the size of their feelings are different and Souichi doesn't deny that he has feelings and just tries to figure out why Morinaga feels that way. Souichi tells him not to doubt him because he came to the decision to stay with him and he's not going to change his mind that easily.

Vol 10: Souichi pushes Morinaga away in the bath and thinks he upset him so he thinks about it and tries to tell him he's not rejecting him he's just not used to all the touching. Souichi tries to make it clear that it's not Morinaga or his sexuality that he's rejecting. Because they had just been talking about Morinaga's parents rejecting him because of his sexuality. Morinaga says that even though Souichi was so homophobic before, he was never like his parents so there was no way he'd think that. (I also think the main reason Souichi even agreed to come along was because he assumed that Morinaga would want to try to visit his parents but I don't have firm proof of that besides him bringing them up)

Vol 11: Their whole problem in this volume is they're not communicating effectively. They go through the whole thing with Tadokoro only to find out that they're assuming things. Morinaga assumed Souichi would be like before and need an excuse to live with him if they didn't live together anymore and Souichi assumed they're together now so of course they'd move back in together when they could.

Of course once they decide that, Morinaga screwed it up for himself by reminding Souichi that his boundaries are different and he decides he still needs a separate room so he just stays in the apartment anyway. But they could have had that conversation without involving a third person and being messy so they're just terrible at communicating sometimes. Poor Tadokoro got caught up in their mess.

Vol 12: Morinaga finally moves out and starts his job. Souichi acts like he doesn't care and assumes that Morinaga will be back every weekend anyway so it won't be that different. Then Morinaga gets busy with training at work and doesn't come back for 2 months.

I want to point out that while Souichi throws his phone here he didn't actually write back to tell him no lol

So while they're living apart now, Souichi is trying to learn to communicate with him in ways that reassure him.

Then, Tadokoro is just trying to make conversation and brings up the house since he'd been involved in that mess and Souichi tries to deflect. Tadokoro tries to tell him he doesn't have to hide it because he knows and that just starts a whole new problem. Tadokoro doesn't know how big of a problem it is for Souichi to have other people know so that just blows up in his face. Souichi denies it only because he's embarrassed about it but not because it's not true.

Souichi doesn't tell Morinaga why he's so upset about it and stops communicating and so Morinaga thinks it's because something like what happened to him in high school has happened to Souichi because that would make him being angry about it make sense. Morinaga overthinks and gets sick and so Souichi ends up going to check on him. (I think it's really cute that Souichi has a spare key to Morinaga's place. They're husbands.)

Souichi realizes how much worrying about this affected Morinaga and then he doesn't care about Tadokoro knowing anymore. He doesn't try to correct him anymore, he just tells him not to talk about it. Tadokoro gives him an out telling him he just misunderstood but Souichi knows he knows because Morinaga told him he told him.

...Sorry, I also think there might be a missing in translation thing going on here because the word Morinaga uses to say he told him means something more like "I exposed our secret to him" but that's not the way someone would say that in English so.... yeah...

Vol 13: Souichi is getting softer and obviously misses Morinaga when Isogai visits. Isogai notices that he's lonely and offers to cook for him while Morinaga is out of town and he's there for work. Morinaga's pissed off about it but he's not actually worried about Isogai like he used to be in volumes 3 and 6 lol. Also while Souichi said he didn't care what happened when Isogai was on the phone with Morinaga he was obviously still listening because he came back and got pissed off when Isogai told Morinaga he was lonely but he didn't chime in any other time before that.

So, Isogai convinced Morinaga to call Souichi by his given name and changing how you call someone in Japanese is usually a pretty significant thing since it shows a change in the relationship. Morinaga has always called him "Senpai" which is a sign of respect because he is a younger student than him. Changing to his given name shows that their relationship is closer than that. Souichi doesn't think anything of it but then when hearing his name he found it embarrassing and it turned him on lol. But Souichi realizes that it would indicate to other people that something changed so he puts his foot down on doing it in front of other people.

Vol 14: After he finds out that Morinaga heard the girl, Souichi points out that he turned the girl down just to reassure Morinaga that he's not trying to get with anyone else. I think he was afraid it was going to a whole vol 9 scenario again but Morinaga has learned that he doesn't need to worry anymore so it wasn't a big deal. Then they have a whole conversation about how they're in a relationship but Souichi doesn't think it would affect anything if anyone found out. How you can look at this and think this man doesn't know he's in a gay relationship I don't know.

But he still doesn't want people to know who don't have to (because he thinks people knowing would mean they would know about what they do sexually because he really has no experience with relationships and the only person who knows is Isogai who saw him getting jacked off in the street lol.... you can't convince me this man has ever been in a relationship in his life before this).

When Morinaga tells him other people don't have to know anything else he's more open to it but still.... they have this whole conversation about being in a relationship and telling people. Souichi never denied it the whole time, he just didn't want to tell anyone.

And then the barrage of people come to hit on Souichi and he just wants to get rid of them. Morinaga convinces him to wear a ring to get rid of them. Souichi is socially dumb so he doesn't "get" rings but he knows it means he's in a relationship and he agreed to wear the matching rings.

Vol 15: Which brings us to now.

Now they've been together for 2 years since volume 8 and have been actively choosing to stay together because Morinaga graduated and lives in a completely different city. They're even wearing rings that definitely cost over $1000 each.

I checked and these are the rings that look closest the one ones they are wearing that I saw on the Cartier website.

So of course Souichi lied to his family. Souichi JUST said in vol 14 that his family were the last ones he'd want to tell about this and they almost found out already lol. But that's just because he doesn't want other people to know. (Souichi is lucky his family is so gullible). He's been fully committed to this relationship for 2 whole years now.

#koisuru boukun #I kept writing stuff and deleting it #I didn't know what I wanted to say with this post #They've been together since vol 8 people. #Everything after is just them building their relationship #I guess I'm posting this now lol

[saltydkdan]

Yo, Salt man. Decided to finally bite the bullet and dive into One Piece. Currently on Volume 4/Chapter 27 of the manga (also episode 2 of the Netflix live-action, really good ngl). I'm excited to read it, but the sheer length of the manga is extremely daunting to me, and I'm starting to wonder if it's even worth reading at this point. Dunno if you got any sort of tips or such to help someone like me through this, or at least boost morale?

Don’t worry! I felt the exact same way. The length of One Piece can feel really daunting when you start. However here is what I tell people to keep in mind:

Get to Arlong Park

This is what EVERYONE SAYS. But it really is true. Get to Arlong Park, and if you enjoy it, then you will 100% love this series. Arlong Park is the arc where One Piece starts to really become what it is known for (and in some senses Baratie too). And what’s cool is that as someone who has caught up, Arlong Park isn’t even my favorite anymore, far from it. Arlong Park made me a fan, but later stuff like Alabasta, Skypeia, and Water 7 especially made me HYPER FOCUS on the series.

Basically if you think Arlong Park and stuff like Baratie is good, it really only goes up from there, as it’s more or less a taste of what you’ll be getting as Oda develops the story. If you don’t like it tho? No harm no foul! You’re allowed to feel however you want! You can move on to something else if you feel like and that’s super okay. Though based on your current reactions I feel like you are def gonna like it LMAO.

You don’t have to binge ALL of it

You are totally allowed to pick it up and read a saga and then put it down to switch to something else for a bit. In fact, if you do find yourself getting too tired at points, def switch it up with another series, TV show, or video game! Nobody expects you to finish reading it in a month or something. It took me a full year to catch up after jumping on and off of it and I had a blast because I didn’t force it!

There’s a reason that the series is broken up into arcs and sagas! The end of a Saga specifically is meant to be a very good break point for you to do something else if you like!

And trust me, if you’re anything like me, you won’t want it to end. After I passed chapter 1,000 I had a sudden violent awakening that I was going to catch up and become a week to week reader and I got really sad LOL.

Being a One Piece reader feels rewarding!

This is something I would have loved to know going in, but reading/watching One Piece (especially nowadays) feels like an insanely rewarding experience.

I have no idea how Oda pulls it off, but there is information that is as immediate as Chapter 1 that is still relevant all these years later in Chapter 1,000+, it really feels rewarding to be into the series for so long.

I’ve never read or watched anything THIS LONG that rewards the reader like this, it’s so fun. And it’s also something that makes One Piece great to re-read or re-watch.

There are so many fun twists, turns, and reveals that are either foreshadowed, or established in a very small way early on. I can’t emphasize harder how fun and connected it makes everything feel.

I call it the opposite of Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure. Because while Jojo will constantly reset itself with a new cast and characters every arc, instead One Piece doubles down, and is still revealing massive bombshells that we’re hinted at ages ago.

The series does show it’s age at times

I don’t like ending stuff on a bad note, but I like to let people know to keep in mind that One Piece has been running for a LONG time, and this can be both good and bad.

It’s good in the sense that I think it gets better and better over time, but bad in the sense that it does feature a couple of outdated depictions, as well as “Pervy” anime-esque humor that I honestly cannot enjoy personally. Just make sure you’re aware going in because some of it has aged… horribly.

That being said though, when One Piece gets depictions right it gets them SOOOO right.

There’s a reason that there’s an ongoing joke in the community that “Luffy would have died multiple times over if not for the Queer Community” lol it’s extremely correct

Reward yourself with the side content

One of my favorite things to do, is after I caught up to a certain point in the manga, is that I rewarded myself by watching one of the One Piece Films from around that time.

It’s a great thing to use as a rewarding little checkpoint and be like “Omg now that I’m this far, I can enjoy this fun animated film without fear of spoilers”.

And while a good chunk of films are very obviously not canon and don’t clearly fit into the overall story (I.e. there is not a good space for them to canonically exist) some of them actually do fit super well, and in my opinion, even add greatly to the overall story.

A big favorite of mine, One Piece: Baron Omatsuri, fits this description like a glove. Not only does it easily fit between the sagas of Skypeia and Water 7, but it even adds to the later themes of the story, and even foreshadows certain elements later on in a super fun way! Plus it’s one of the only One Piece films to have a very experimental direction, created by the guy who made Summer Wars. It feels very different, but in a super fun way, and works as a great little treat for getting as far as you have in the manga!

Anyway, I hope that this helps you out? Remember it isn’t a race, and you can pick up and put down the series whenever you want! There’s absolutely no pressure at all.

A part of me wants to kind of make a “read/watch list” for people who get into the series based off my own recommendation/experience. Obviously everyone is going to read and watch the anime in order, but it would probably be cool to know when you can check out certain side content like Anime-only specials and animated films during your read-through.

If anybody wants that let me know! (I’ll probably end up making it on my own time anyway I have zero self control).

Anyway yeah, enjoy One Piece!

#saltydkdan #salty asks #one piece #anime #manga #long boys

[theresattrpgforthat]

Ok. This is a bizarre request and I apologize in advance, but it is 100% serious. Are there any ttrpgs that either take inspiration from King of the Hill, or that you would think run adjacent to the sort of themes/settings present in KOTH? (Think like semi-modern/late 90s, rural/texan setting, slice-of-life, etc?)

(Context: Me and a friend have been entertaining the idea of a KOTH podcast as something to do for fun, and I think it would be fun to do a live-play ttrpg interlude at some point, but I'm struggling to come up with something, and too tired to make my own ruleset haha.)

THEME: Rural Slice-of-Life.

Four games about everyday life or suburbia coming right up!

Dads and Decks, by CABBAGEHEAD.

Dads & Decks is a quick and easy-to-play roleplaying game about Dads and their Decks.

YOU ARE A GROUP OF DADS GETTING READY FOR THE ULTIMATE BARBECUE. But suddenly, a MUNDANE DECK-RELATED PROBLEM has occurred. Using your DADS and DECKS, you must solve this problem together or your WEEKEND will be ruined.

Solve the mystery of the creaky floorboard or journey through the dangerous lands of Home Depot to retrieve the Holy Grill. Play together, be the Dad you want to see in the world and have fun!

This is a quick, fun, Lasers and Feelings hack that I feel could really replicate the banter that goes on between Hank Hill and his buddies throughout King of the Hill. If you want to replace the Deck-related problem with a problem that rings more true to King of the Hill, it won’t take much to make a switch!

Every TV Show Ever, by rossum.

Don't touch that dial and remember to set the DVR!

This is meant to be a quick bare-bones way to construct any kind of tv show, from a historical drama, to a kids cartoon. Each character will take a different role, such as Matriarch, Patriarch, Craftsman or Clown. You spend some time building the world and then drop a problem into the player’s laps. You navigate a series of scenes represented via index cards, and use d6’s to determine how your characters do. There’s nothing fancy here, but if you want to have a basic rule set that you can expand upon, this might work out.

Kids on Bikes, by Hunters Entertainment.

Choose your OWN destiny in this storytelling rules-light tabletop role-playing game where adventure is a bike ride away. Kids on Bikes is a Collaborative World Building RPG set in small towns with big mysteries.

Kids on Bikes may look like an ill fit at first, but the game actually has mechanics for building adults! Additionally, there is a scenario in Strange Adventures: Volume One that posits you as Dads, a twist of the original premise. This module was originally called Dads on Mowers, but I think it’s currently called Garuda Lake. This is a game that’s designed to present you with rumours that turn into mysteries, and is especially designed for stories in which the paranormal and supernatural bleed into everyday life.

The Carter County PTA, by Minor Arcana Games.

Join the obsessive parents and desperate teachers of the PTA as each stands upon a hill they're willing to die on. Tonight is the long-awaited PTA meeting and everyone will vote on whatever passion project or much-needed reform you've added to the agenda. Along the way, you'll uncover the high-stakes backstory of each Agenda Item, revealing the personal politics, wacky hijinks and sordid stories that lurk behind the PTA's prim and polished exterior.

A diceless, GM-less game, this is a game for fans of Peggy Hill specifically. All of you have big plans for the local school and you will trample anyone who gets in the way of it. You’ll uncover personal politics and wacky backstories through a series of flashbacks, all the while pressuring the other parents and teachers to vote for your pet policy. Great for small-town drama and petty rivalries!

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #dnd #game recommendations #asks #slice of life

[baby--charchar]

Do you have any new middle!Charlie hcs?

Mm not a lot! But here are some!

I've mentioned this before, but little!Charlie is obvious, while Middle!Charlie initially looks really subtle. Charlie isn't usually cognizant that she's regressed, and it's taken Vaggie and Lucifer a lot of practice to pick up on her "cues" that she's in middle space. These include struggling to focus on work, being a little bratty/pouty, and having a ferocious sweet tooth. Once they realize it though, they 'jump into action' by trying to lure her back to her bedroom and let her relax into her headspace. She's never fully convinced she's regressed, so sometimes she gets into arguments with them about wanting to keep working. But they don't need her making big decisions in the midst of LITERAL HELL when she's not 100% aware, so they always get the final say.

Music!!! She still loves music and singing and dancing, so Daddy bought her a karaoke microphone and it's become one of her favorite toys. She loves KPOP a lot, especially the girl groups, and learns all their choreography. Her favorites are New Jeans and Twice!

She'll blast the TV at top volume and sing along to her favorite songs while jumping on hers and Vaggies massive bed. She calls it a dance party and she can go like that for hours before she wears herself out!

Vaggie does not like the dance parties because Charlie's fallen off the bed and twisted her ankle on more than one occasion.

Middle!Charlie works through a lot of the negative feelings she had towards her parents around this age, like feeling abandoned and unwanted by them at times. This leads her to take some of her frustration out on her caregivers. This really isn't okay, but Vaggie and Lucifer get it. Hell, Lucifer believes deep down that he deserves it.

Between Charlie's attitude and not even believing that she's regressed, Vaggie has to be very firm with her. Charlie tries to argue occasionally, but Vaggie knows how to gentle parent Charlie through her big, misdirected feelings.

There's a lot of, "You can be mad! That's okay. But we're not going to _______."

"Tell me what you need- ah! No, please do not yell. You need ____? Okay, I can do that. Thank you for letting me know, princessa."

"I need you to make a choice. We can have _____ or ______. No, I'm sorry, that's not available. Make a choice, or I'll need to make it for us. You want ____? Okay, I can do that. Good plan."

Just...a LOT of therapeutic parenting talk, which really helps the both of them through Charlies ~moments~.

Charlie, despite getting more angsty towards Vaggie in middlespace, is more drawn to her than Lucifer because she's actually GOOD at addressing the heart of Charlie's issues (feeling lonely/feeling like she has no say/missing her real mom). Lucifer does his best, but doesn't always "get her" the way that she needs. He can also be very permissive and let her do whatever she wants when regressed, which is fun at first but leaves her feeling more alone/uncared for.

Look all I'm saying is that Charlie's got some very valid mommy/daddy issues but that's okay, they're gonna work through it. What's a little unhealed trauma at the Hazbin Hotel?

And also she's a bit of a menace to society but that's okay too! Let her be a little girlypop menace!

#hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel agere #little!charlie #middle!charlie #cg!lucifer #cg!vaggie #hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #vaggie #sfw middle!space

[sirfrogsworth]

Just got back from the movie. The theater was in the middle of this hipster village type deal. Trendy shops and a wine bar.

I walked into the Alamo Drafthouse and the people at the front just kinda looked at me as I walked by. I had my ticket ready on my phone, but no one scanned it or looked at it. I don't know if it is always like that, but maybe next time I should try not buying a ticket and see what happens.

The large format fancy theater was as far away from the entrance as possible. I should have brought my cane. But I made it okay. It was indeed large and fancy. The seats were very comfortable and had electric reclining. There was also a button to summon a waiter which felt very high tech. And he would duck down super low as he walked in front of everyone. He looked like a penguin scurrying along. I ordered a pizza and it showed up just in time for the movie. It was pretty tasty.

The video quality was fine. I honestly didn't see a huge difference with the 4K laser projector, but the large screen was nice. I might be spoiled by my fancy HDR, 2000 nit TV. Projection just can't do that.

The front audio was much better than the last theater. Very clear voices. But the bass was a little boomy. Unfortunately I think they calibrate the audio for when there are more people there. 100+ humans in a space add a lot of absorption and diffusion. But there were maybe 8 people total and there wasn't anything to suck up the bass.

The Atmos was not even noticeable except in one or two scenes. That was disappointing. Atmos was one of the main reasons I chose that theater. I don't know if they skipped getting a Dolby calibrator or something. The side speakers were audible, but the ceiling speakers never made themselves known. Not even in the thunderstorm scene.

The ceilings were extremely high, so I'm wondering if the speakers were just too far away. Inverse square law would dictate they would need a lot of power and volume to cover that distance. This is probably why Dolby officially certifies theaters and this wasn't one of them.

This is what a front speaker in a theater looks like. There are usually at least 3 of them. Bigger spaces might do an array of 6--all behind the screen.

That is 7 feet tall, 200 pounds, and takes 3000 watts of power.

And you'll usually have 3 of these dual 18" subwoofers.

These beasts require 4000 watts of power and are also 200 pounds.

A typical theater Atmos speaker is like this.

About 30 inches tall and handles 350 watts.

All of those speakers have to cover about the same distance. Meaning the ceiling speakers were at a major size and power disadvantage.

So I think the theater was too big and too tall for Atmos to work effectively. You probably have to trade off a big screen or good sound. I'm going to try an official Dolby theater next time to see the difference.

The movie itself was okay. Maybe a 6 out of 10. A few good laughs, some fun action, but the humor was very hit and miss.

Now, I'm not just saying this because they are a creep, but Ezra is just... a lot. They do their funny jokey thing and it gets old very fast. It was okay when they were a side character, but when they are leading a movie, it fizzles. And then there is a second Ezra in the movie and they do the funny jokey thing turned up to 11.

Way too much Ezra.

But then Michael Keaton enters and he's just fantastic. I got such a rush of nostalgia from the 1989 Batman. That was probably my favorite movie for a good 3 years. 8 year old me was so happy to see my first Batman again. They even forced him to do some super cringe fanservice lines--and he nailed them.

He was like, "I'm going to take this bullshit line and make it awesome. Because I'm the goddamn Batman."

And Sasha Calle as Supergirl was also excellent. Though she was very underutilized. But if they can keep her, I think she could be a fan favorite.

The big complaint about The Flash has been the CGI. And I would say 75% of the CGI was great. There was a reveal of the Batwing that looked stunning. Supergirl flying was great. The vehicles were great. All of the invisible effects like backgrounds and set extensions were flawless. There was a big car chase that looked decent. There were plenty of top notch VFX in this movie. And I think the artists should be proud of those.

The stuff that didn't work was mostly just because the situations were unrealistic or the art direction was poorly done or they just didn't spend enough time polishing the effect.

When they animated Micheal Keaton doing jumpy flippy ninja moves, it didn't sell perfectly. And the speed and power of the Kryptonions was not nearly as well done as in Man of Steel.

But I know why people said the CGI was terrible. Though I don't actually think it was the CGI that was bad. I'm pretty sure they just made a poor aesthetic choice. Flash goes into the Speedforce and they cleary wanted to make it trippy and otherworldly. I don't think they were going for photorealism. I think they intentionally wanted everything to be in the uncanny valley. Unfortunately the style they chose looked more like a video game.

They were trying to do a Dr. Strange type effect and it just didn't work. It ended up being more... Lawnmower Man.

The only truly terrible effects were CG renders of people they couldn't get to do proper cameos because they were fired or were dead. Usually you need a 3D scan to do a CG double and it's hard to do that on dead people. The best was Admiral Tarkin in Rogue One, but they spent months and months on that.

CG Henry Cavill was probably the worst effect in the entire film and I'm guessing that really pissed people off.

The Flash running also looked bad, but that was 100% because Ezra Miller runs like a goof.

I have no idea why they run like that, but it looks so dumb and ruins the speed effect. Like, if you took them out and put someone running normally into the effect, it would have looked super neat.

And the only other VFX that didn't quite work was these slow motion falling babies. They looked photorealistic, but something about animating a falling baby in slow motion did not look right. Again, I don't think this was bad CGI. I think it was just a visual that was impossible to make realistic.

I know that sounds like a lot of bad effects, but that was every bad effect out of 2000+ total. Maybe 15 shots out of those 2000 were memorably bad. But the bad shots are always the most memorable and I guess that is why you don't hear folks talking about all of the flawless ones.

If you do see this movie and you haven't heard Kevin Smith's Superman story, you definitely should watch that first. Because the best gag in the movie will go over your head otherwise.

Sooooo, yeah... that was my night at the movies. On the drive there I got to see the Arch and downtown and it was beautiful. And on the drive home, Google decided to take me through every spooky ass neighborhood in St. Louis at midnight.

FUN!

#long post

[cosplayinamerica]

Anime conventions and their Yamato roots

by Dave Merrill

“Conventional” (ha ha) wisdom says that the first American convention devoted to Japanese animation was Project A-Kon 1990 in Dallas, Texas. This prototypical event was instigated by a group of Texas anime fans gathered under the banner of Star Blazers’“Earth Defense Command,” a Space Battleship Yamato fan club that grew to embrace all of Japanese animation. As of this writing, Project A-Kon is preparing for its 20th show.

But was A-Kon the first anime convention in North America? No. Not even close. For years, we’d seen references and offhand comments about a “YamatoCon” that was held in the Dallas area years earlier. Were these references true? Our crack team of researchers donned their explorer togs, dusted off their pith helmets, and began the harrowing search for enlightenment. Well, to be honest we sent some emails. Here’s what we found…

The first YamatoCon – that is to say, the first American fan convention devoted to Japanese animation – was held on August 13, 1983 at the Harvey Hotel in Dallas Texas. This one-day affair was the brainchild of Mark Hernandez, Don Magness, and Bobb Waller, each of whom had experience in the Dallas comics/SF fandom community and each of whom put up their own hard-earned cash to make YamatoConhappen. Scheduled the next-to-last weekend before school started, Mark Hernandez remembers the planning being as simple as getting commitments from dealers, finding a venue, and setting a date. Yes, it really is that easy to start a convention.

Programming consisted of the first 26 episodes of Star Blazersrecorded off TV, shown in continuous order (minus commercials, of course) and a bonus Yamato film. This 13-hour Journey to Iscandar (“It was a long day,” says Mark) was a primary attraction at YamatoCon, 1983 being a time when VCRs and blank VHS tape were expensive, collections of Star Blazers on video were hard to come by, and the experience of watching Star Blazers outside the morning or afternoon UHF timeslot was a draw in and of itself.

Star Blazers on video wasn’t the only activity, of course. Like other conventions past and future, YamatoCon had a dealers room consisting of 22 tables of for-sale memorabilia. It might sound small by the standards of 25 years later, but we must remember that anime merchandise of the day – what was available in the States, anyway – hadn’t achieved the tidal wave proportions it would reach in the wake of Robotech, to say nothing of the total saturation of the post-Pokemon, post-Sailor Moon years. Anime merchandise in 1983 consisted chiefly of books and model kits. Roman Albums, Anime Comics, black and white manga volumes, the occasional manga weekly, and other publications streaming from Japan in the wake of the Yamato Boom battled for the anime fan dollar alongside model kits from Yamato, Crusher Joe and My Youth In Arcadia…not to mention the endless ranks of giant robot kits from unseen shows like Mobile Suit Gundam, Dougram, Ideon, and something called Macross.Along with the remnants of late 70s super-robot merchandise sold here as Shogun Warriors, the anime con dealers room in the early 1980s was far from barren. In fact, I still waste my money on that sort of stuff.

Also available at YamatoCon were copies of Mark Hernandez and Don Magness’s Star Blazers fanzine Argo Notes. Future EDC officer/contributor, fan artist and “Between Galaxies” author Logan Darklighter won the model contest with, naturally, a Yamatomodel. It proved to be a pivotal day in Texas anime fandom. Approximately 100 attendees and 8 dealers made the show an unqualified success. Don remembers it this way: “I remember we got to the hotel early and set up the rooms, then went out to breakfast. When we got back, there were 3 young men sitting on the front steps, one of them had a convention flyer. Mark asked if they were there for the con, and they said they were. We went inside and out of their hearing range and had a little celebration. 3 people had come! We had no idea that the place would soon be packed.”

A showing of 100 might not sound like a lot in today’s numbers (“that was about 100 more than we expected,” said Don). However, when considered against the attendance at general SF conventions in 1983 – a time when your absolute largest cons MIGHT draw five or six thousand attendees and your typical Dallas or Atlanta comic book show maxed out at three – YamatoCon‘s ability to nail down that many dealers and customers is commendable.

The show’s importance went beyond the one day; people across Texas and indeed, across fandom as a whole, who were unable to attend or who heard about it after the fact were spurred into action by the mere fact of YamatoCon‘s existence. That such a thing could happen – that Americans could organize and hold a successful anime convention – was both revelation and reassurance. Anime fandom was going to be more than just a video room grudgingly tacked onto the local Star Trek show or a half-page of merchandise in the back of the latest issue of Fangoria.

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#Fandom history #anime fandom history #convention history #con history #anime cons #Yamato Con

[jellogram]

It's really hard to describe how ADHD and its associated anxiety and self loathing makes me feel but the best analogy I have is this.

Imagine you are strapped to a chair Clockwork Orange style. Before you are 100 TV sets all playing something different and all on full volume. At least a third of them are recordings of people berating you and attacking your insecurities. At least one is playing some really dark intrusive shit that makes you wince. The rest are just playing random bullshit and cycling through channels. It's all overlapping and impossible to parse and impossible to ignore.

This is how I feel all the time, 24/7, every moment I am awake and sober. It has been this way for my entire life.

Alcohol doesn't turn the TVs off, but it turns the volume way down and makes it easier to tune out.

Weed straight up smashes them all with a baseball bat, silencing the noise but shutting off all ability to think.

Before taking Adderall I imagined that it would turn off all the TVs except one. And it does, but what I didn't anticipate is that it also hands me the remote control. It gives me the ability to think about what I want to think about, and not be dragged around and drowned out. The first time I took Adderall was the first time in my life where I wasn't getting yelled at by my brain, and actually had some control over my thoughts. It's incredible. It's a life changing drug. Which makes all the more painful that the healthcare system is so stingy with it.

They see any attempt at getting Adderall as "drug seeking behavior" indicative of substance abuse. But you know what I do when I don't have Adderall? I abuse other substances. More harmful ones. Because sometimes I simply cannot take the noise anymore. It's made me cry. It's made me suicidal. I want to scream at the doctors, "If you had to be in here with me, in this brain, you would seek the fucking drugs too!" but somehow I doubt that would help my case.

So yeah, this probably all sounds very familiar to anyone reading this who also has ADHD and hopefully this can help explain it to those who don't.

#adhd

[generic-whumperz]

The Aid: Chapter 1- Pump It (Louder!)

TW: BLOOD, bone break, gore, hurt/no comfort, male whumpee, male whumper, alcoholism, drunk whumper, creep/sadistic/ overall bastard-ass whumper, captivity/enslavement, starvation, basement, collar and chain, knife, non-lethal stabbing, death threat, thoughts of death, non-con clothing ripping (non-sexual), suggestive references to past non-con (nothing explicit) and suggestively intimate whumper (he just says some creepy things), Whumpee being referred to as a boy even though he is an adult and a grown ass man, literally TW’ing everything I can think of but if I forgot something let me know.

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Hand-in-hand with Drunken Stupor, Wyatt Sullivan would soon go down to the basement and drag The Aid out just to beat him senseless; since his favorite thing in the world- besides being disgustingly intoxicated- was the rush of power and control that surged through his veins when his ears filled with the piercing sound of The Aid’s fruitless pleading and shrill screams.

If he gets drunk enough, maybe he’ll even be able to set aside the revulsion he feels towards The Aid and. . . 

Sullivan mentally negotiated his own defense and rationalized the barbarity he knew he would inflict on The Aid as he crushed beer can number eight in a single clenched fist, throwing and missing the trash bin that had a ring of other missed shots scattered along the floor.

A session with The Aid was sure to liven Sullivan’s spirits and (somehow) correct the cosmic imbalance that had been dealt to him that day- he was sure of it.

He spent the time in which he drank the next few cans thinking of how close to death he would beat the sad-sack this time. Because somehow he knew this was partially, if not all, The Aid’s fault.  

Now empty, crushed can number 12 met the others on the floor in front of the trash bin, a harbinger for the next phase of events.

Sullivan‘s second ritual of the night was all but beginning- he turned the TV volume up to 100 (this would help drown out The Aid’s screams and provide a reason for any loud noise that would ensue- he didn’t need the neighbors calling the cops on him, again) before stumbling his way to the back door where he stood in the doorway, unzipped his fly, and pissed into the rock bed between the house and walking path that led out into the backyard.

The bathroom was on the other side of the house, and after a 12-pack in, he couldn’t be bothered with the formalities of reliving one’s self. 

He fetched a freshly sharpened carving knife- his preferred weapon- from the knife block on the counter before flipping the switch on at the top of the steps and making his minacious descent. A leading hand slid down the stair railing offering much-needed balance for directing the rest of his staggering body. 

The basement was unimpressive and largely neglected like most others- dingy, cold, creepy, and dark despite the single overhead hanging bulb that lit the center of the room. But unlike most basements, this one had a resident chained to a support beam on the far-right side.

The usual amount of basement junk could be found down here- boxes of unused holiday decorations, boxes of worthless junk people passed off as family heirlooms worth keeping although no one ever showed interest in them, old sporting equipment from the 80s and 90s that was inoperable, a half collection of great-great-so-and-so’s fine china set that was cracked and hideous, big black trash bags of unfashionable clothes of deceased elderly family members, and so on. All of this had been pushed to the front of the house, or the left side when coming down from the steps, and the whole right side lay completely bare save for a rouge wash-bin that sat smack-dab in the middle up against the far wall. 

Out of all the junk down here, Sullivan couldn’t think of anything more worthless than the basement dweller- because even all that lousy junk could be argued to hold sentimental value.

Sullivan never wanted The Aid.

He would have preferred the inheritance money.

“Get-Get up!” Sullivan sloshed, pounding the butt of the knife against a low-hanging pipe that echoed a sharp, metallic ping in the musty, stale air. 

No response. Not a peep.

Nothing but the residual quiet buzz from the ping could be heard.

“I s-said, get the fuck up!” Sullivan roared, tugging the chain attached to the beam forward with one hand.

At the other end, The Aid groaned. He rolled off the dingy floor mattress that his life had been reduced to and came forward to meet the outer ring of dissipated light. Sullivan saw the reflection of the ceiling light bounce off the metal collar before he saw the emancipated, cadaverous outline of The Aid’s form emerge from the shadows.

Sullivan tugged again, a command to come closer.

The chain latched to The Aid’s collar lightly scrapped the cement floor as he weakly inched forward on all fours.

He looked up with big, brown, sunken-in eyes as he crawled nearer to his Keeper, stopping dead in his tracks like a deer caught in headlights when he noticed the gleam of the knife in Sullivan’s other hand. 

“P-Please sir-” The Aid beseeched in a low, shaky voice.

“Pleeth, thur,” Sullivan wickedly mocked, laughing at both The Aid’s stammering and his impression of him. “I-I’ve been upstairs thinking about what I wanna do wi-with you.” Sullivan held out and rotated the knife to further intimidate the frightened Aid and further assert his dominance over the already submissive slave.

One could never be too domineering over a menial; they oughtta be reminded of their place.

The Aid was frozen in terror, eyes fixed on the large knife. He still had scabs from the last round of Sullivan’s drunken game of slice n’ dice that happened two days short of a week ago. Sullivan had come down since then, three days ago, to use him as a punching bag after The Cowboys lost a football game. All over his body, his skin was mottled from different stages of bruising and marred with cuts of various depths and lengths. He had various badly healed broken bones and sprained extremities, a black eye, and a crooked nose from several separate breaks, and he was fairly certain that he had a cracked rib on his right side. 

His life was lived in a constant state of abuse and fear.

All of his injuries were caused by Wyatt Sullivan. 

Without warning, Sullivan hastily yanked the chain forward, pulling The Aid head-first along with it, causing him to scrape his boney knees on the rough flooring. He cried out and cowered at his Master’s feet, too afraid to move or speak. 

He wouldn’t move unless told or directed to; Sullivan made sure to train him in that.

The Aid was now close enough to get a whiff of the alcoholic haze surrounding his owner; how he reeked of cheap beer.

Sullivan dropped the chain, creating a loud clash of metal that rang in The Aids’s ears, causing him to jump from the sudden movement and unsuspecting noise. Sullivan knelt down and grabbed The Aid by the shoulder, forcing him onto his back in one fell swoop. Sullivan was not met with resistance, The Aid followed where the hand led and rolled over on his side. 

His head smacked the floor with a low thud, rattling his brain, resulting in a dizzying, light throbbing sensation that made his brain feel swollen and like his skull was too tight. He let his body go slack, allowing his Keeper to fumble on top of him and grab his wrists.

He knew his place.

The Aid was an obedient boy.

“I-I know wha-what you did last night, y-you lil’ fucker!” Sullivan drunkenly snarled as he clumsily straddled The Aid, pinning his arms at his sides between his legs. He tauntingly brought the knife to The Aid’s skinny neck, gently resting the tip under the collar and in the dip of his jugular notch.

The Aid didn’t fight back. He stopped fighting back a long time ago.

The best he could do was produce a small whimper in place of a verbal reply.

“Admit it!” Screamed Sullivan, inches from The Aid’s horrified face. Due to their forced closeness, he inadvertently inhaled Sullivan’s foul breath, which made him want to gag. He knew he didn’t smell great himself; his Keeper hadn’t given him a clean set of clothes, nor had he had a proper shower or even been able to brush his teeth with a toothbrush in weeks. But unlike his Keeper, he was self-conscience about it; he didn’t force himself on anyone and subject them to his rank odors.

“I’m sorry!” The Aid wept. Although he had no idea what Sullivan was accusing him of this time, he had learned it best to admit fault first to lessen the number of blows that would soon be administered to his already broken body. 

He had never actually been guilty of any of Sullivan’s accusations. Sullivan was always looking for a scapegoat; he had to have someone to blame other than himself for his misfortunes.

“Sorry?… So-sorry for wh-what?” He had begun to catch on, even in his drunken state. This “sorry” came too quickly; The Aid’s apology didn’t feel genuine or based. With the knife in hand, Sullivan slit the already-stretched neckline of the Aid’s shirt down and to the right, exposing more plae, bruised skin.

“For-for…” The Aid panicked, scrambling to think of something on the spot-

“…For upsetting you.” 

And failed.

Cut.

Blood trickled out of a shallow slice made on The Aid’s collarbone. A pool of tears tickled the outer corners of his eyes until they grew heavy enough to make a plunge down the sides of his face as he shook under his Kepper tormenter, more so from fear than from pain.

“I shou’ fuckin' kill ya; fixin’ the car costs more than ya were ever worth!” Sullivan’s words came out in a venomous hiss. Part of The Aid wished that Sullivan would make good on his threat. He could only take so much more of this abuse- his body was malnourished and eating away at itself; he couldn’t even stand without becoming lightheaded and dizzy. 

He was lucky if Sullivan remembered to feed him more than a few times a week. And what he did get was nothing more than a slice of white bread or a cereal bar. He was given a bowl of water to sip from that he had to ration over the course of a couple days because he was never sure when he would be given liquids either. Several feet from his mattress sat a pan bucket- what Sullivan referred to as his “litter box,” which he jokingly filled with cat litter- where he was forced to relieve himself when the need arose. He was allotted a roll of toilet paper a month, and Sullivan made sure to let him know that he was being generous to even offer him that. The only upside to being starved was that he didn’t need to empty his bowels very often. 

Still, he wept.

“It was fi-fine yesterday! No issues, nothing! Good as fuckin’ gravy. But-but today, but today it didn’t start… Strange, huh?” Sullivan waited for a reply.

“Yes sir, very strange,” muttered The Aid in agreement. 

“So, it leads me to think that someone- hmm, someone-” he traced the tip of the blade along the fresh cut on The Aid’s collar bone and his eyes flickered with a menacing, accusatory scowl “-may have snuck off in the middle of the night to go on a little joy ride.”

Confusion washed over The Aid’s face, halfly replacing the sheer terror. Was Sullivan really accusing him of freeing himself just to drive around the neighborhood and then return to his abuser’s home, re-shackle himself, and await punishment for a car he supposedly knowingly broke? It had been a couple days since his Master gave him any food, so he knew that he wasn’t the most mentally clear. . . could he be misinterpreting Sullivans’s assertion?

He wasn’t even sure if he could drive.

“W-what?” He finally said after a short pause, utterly dumbstruck.

“You broke out and went on a little fuckin’ cruise ‘round town an’ broke the goddamn car!” Yelled Sullivan, droplets of spit splattered The Aid’s petrified face. 

He knew that any effort spent trying to defend his innocence would be wasted energy, especially when Sullivan was as drunk as he appeared to be. Nothing that ever came out of Sullivan made a lick of scene when he was this intoxicated.

“Yessir, I’m sorry. P-Please forgive me—”

SLAP!

The Aid’s face stung from the impact of Sullivan’s hand meeting the side of his face. He gulped back a sob but couldn’t stop his chin from quivering nor hold back the stream of tears that began pouring from both corners of his eyes, coating his face in a faint, salty wetness.

“Yeah, yeah, I knew you did- you did it! You-ya'ar always breaking crap and lying about it! S-so what are you gonna do’ta make it better, hmm? Ya got 45 hundred dollars laying around someplace that I don’ know about?” Sneered Sullivan as he made another shallow cut underneath the previous one, but this one was longer and stretched to The Aid’s shoulder.

“No, s-sir, I have nothing!” The Aid shook, trying to ignore the radiating sting of the newly dealt incision.

Sullivan’s arm snapped into an L-shape as he sternly grabbed the Aid’s jaw. With his forearm flush against the Aid’s chest, his bent elbow brunted the weight of his upper body as he barred down with a concentrated force on The Aid’s xiphoid process, forcing the terrified servant beneath him to look up into his dark, baleful eyes that beamed with malcontent. 

A suffocating jolt of constricting pain erupted from the Aid’s right side; he felt the splintering bone-on-bone grind of the raw, jagged edges of his cracked rib gnaw at each other, echoing a deep, sprawling agony that shocked him. He momentarily lost his breath and gasped for airless intakes, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of him. His mouth hung open, waiting for the final moment in which his body would allow his chest to expand as his lungs filled with a big, gasping inhale.

Once he finally regained his breath, he remained slack-jawed, respiring blurbs of inaudible silent screams. 

Sullivan liked to soak in the fear and pain that he caused The Aid- the small, helpless slave who resembled more boy than man that he could throw around like a rag doll. He reveled in his ability to elicit such a raw, timorous response in another person- even a person he thought so little of, even a person as pathetic and useless as a Domestic Aid.

With his knife-wielding hand, he slowly stuck The Aid’s right shoulder under the clavicle and pushed his hips down onto his victim, further pinning him down to counteract his body’s instinctual reaction to squirm against the pain.

The Aid bit back a scream as his jaw twitched, instead letting out a throaty groan through clenched teeth.

Sullivan flashed a tight grin, eyes glistening as he licked his lips- the blade now an inch-and-a-half deep.

“You take it so good.”

The lascivious glint in Sullivan’s eyes, paired with the gravelly tone of his voice, triggered a shock of panic to course through The Aid, who jerked his head away in an attempt to free himself from his abuser’s grasp.

He knew that look- that look, those eyes, they haunted him day and night and stalked his daydreams- turned everything into a nightmare. That look ignited a wave of nervous, cold sweat to prickle his skin; he felt the thin fabric of his shirt cling to the small of his back like a napkin sticking to the bottom of a glass from condensation. He lay petrified, stiffening his body even more still. He remembered the first time he saw that look, what followed, and what happened every time after he saw it; he had to fight himself to lock away the visuals that shadowed behind for his own sake.

Sullivan chuckled villainously, forcing The Aid’s sniveling face back forward to meet his own.

“Mmm, so that does it, huh?” tittered Sullivan. Bleary, despairing eyes filled with dread stared back at him. He continued slowly pushing in the blade through layers of muscle, fat, and tissue- now two-and-a-half inches in.

The Aid couldn’t hear much else besides his own heartbeat thudding away in his ears; probably for the best, he was better off not hearing his body’s squelching sound of implement. He strained to grit his teeth with an even tighter clenched jaw, fighting the urge to scream. Because if he had learned anything from his time torture with Sullivan, it was that once he let out the first scream, he couldn’t stop.

And his torturer would become even more vicious once he started screaming.

“I knew you liked it deep, Mutt,” Sullivan cooed salaciously, letting his index finger grace The Aid’s scarred cheek. “Not a single bark outta’ ya, look how good ya’re doin’.”

The Aid’s clenched jaw loosened, and his bottom lip quivered. His composure began to slowly crumble, pieces of it evaporated into the frigid air around him, never to be taken back, lost forever in the dark of that hellish basement- like an eroding shoreline being pummeled by wave after unforgiving wave, each receding pull dragging and reclaiming the remnants out at sea.

His stoic façade was fragile and broke too quickly when confronted against this man monster.

The pain was one thing he thought he could take, at least for a while, but the lewd comments were something else that he had not yet worked up a tolerance to, and Sullivan knew that.

And sometimes, sometimes, the comments became more than just dispiriting remarks. He hoped and prayed to whatever god, deity, or even Devil may have been listening that this wasn’t like one of those times.

Sullivan leaned into The Aid’s ear and whispered to him in a hot, breathy voice that made him shiver.

“Com’mon pup, yelp for me; I know you want to.”

The knife is more than halfway into his shoulder.

Sullivan twists it.

The Aid’s defenses broke like a cheap crayon given out with a kid’s menu at a restaurant. The pain was too intense to ignore; he couldn’t escape to a mind palace or shut down his body, although he did try.

An earsplitting, guttural scream escaped his mouth and filled every corner of the dingy basement- this was why the TV was cranked up to max volume.

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if you have time can you bring it full circle and write something about the wedding day? 🫣

his present, his future, his wife ; (irl) schlatt x reader

– part one , – part two , – part three , – part four , – part five , – part six shout out to @staticbri for helping with ideas !

summary : after the rehearsal, the eve before their matrimony, a sinking feeling overcomes the bride to-be; luckily her to-be husband is right there for her... And till the rest of their lives.

info : light swearing, sticky sweet nicknames, fluff, light angst, self doubt, she/her reader (described as the bride, woman, wife), descriptions of wearing wedding dresses. (of course feel free to reimagine any item of clothing or scene to your comfort.)

a/n : half of this chapter is of the eve, and the other half is of the day of, so I hope this fulfills the request ! hope you enjoy and thanks for requesting. also apologies second anon (who was the original requester for last chapter) for using this ask ! i got this one first :) THANK YOU SM TO EVERYONE WHO'S BEEN LIKING MY POSTS TOO ! we just got the first post in this mini-series to 100 notes and I say my biggest thank you's.

Months of planning all culminated to this, friends and family gathered around and trying to follow the coordinator around in preparation for tomorrow; the real wedding. The actual real wedding, where as she would officially share his name; become his wife. It was exciting, she had been nothing but smiles throughout the whole engagement and planning process. Even when Schlatt could get a little groomzilla at times, she was the one with the magic touch and soothing voice that could extinguish his wrath.

Now, she wasn’t smiling anymore. Hidden behind the closed bathroom doors she wept, quietly that was, knowing Schlatt was just in the other room. She couldn’t explain it, wrapped in a towel-like robe after what should have been a relaxing, aromatherapy bath only gave her the moments needed to have her thoughts consume her. It was such dread, the feeling of throwing up imminent. It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy, she was just… Scared. Fear of what comes after, if this was to be her happiest day what would that say about her life as a whole? Would she have to start having children now? She wasn’t ready, and the anxiety overwhelmed her. She has to bottle up her emotions, fearing to stress out her lover more than he already is.

From the suite bedroom, the New Yorker didn’t have a clue of what was going on; but he was worried. It wasn’t like Y/n wasn’t the type to take her time in the bathroom, though this seemed too long, and she was being too quiet. Usually he’d hear muffled music and if he was lucky, her honey-like voice singing along with the music. He’d never tell her that sometimes he’d stand outside just to hear her sing, she was embarrassed as it was to sing at all; and he wouldn’t ever risk losing that angelic singing voice of hers.

There hadn’t been a sound from her, he even lowered the TV volume in an attempt to try and hear anything; nothing. That was until he was desperate enough to approach, tip-toe his way to their ensuite, and stick his ear to the door. His heart completely dropped, shattered even, when he heard the almost inaudible hiccups of broken cries. Immediately, corrosive thoughts drowned out his mind, did she feel pressured to marry him? Did she not love him? Did she want to call off the wedding? She said she didn't care when his family pushed for a religious wedding, had she changed her mind?

Did it matter? The love of his life was distraught and was currently weeping on her own.

As much as he wanted to knock the door over and swoop her into his arms, he didn't want to startle her or make the situation worse. Taking a minute to take a breath, startling himself and putting his feelings aside for the sake of his darling, he began with a gentle knock. "Sweetheart?" He could hear the complete halting of sound from the other side, "could you open the door?" Asking the rhetorical question of 'are you okay?' felt wrong, he already knew the answer. All he wanted was to know what was going on, hear her out if need be, hug and reassure her, or even come up to a solution of whatever problem she's faced with. He waited patiently, for her likely to compose herself, and with a pause of silence, it ended with the sound of a soft click. The door slowly creaked open, the disheartening feeling of seeing his beloved with reddened and puffy eyes, almost invisible lines of where tears ran.

"I, um..." She fully opened the door, "I'm sorry Schlatt, I–..." "Hey, hey. It's alright, doll. There's no need to be sorry, talk to me." Schlatt definitely was the one in the relationship who tended to be on the receiving end of comfort, but even if it was hard for him at times, when need be he could the same for those he loved most; Y/n, his most cherished. With the most tender and compassionate expression imaginable, Y/n fought the urge to break out into tears again; this was worrying him other nothing... The thought of wasting his time and not being the strong woman he needed to lean on made her feel so useless.

"It's dumb, I'm sorry for making you worry like this." Hands shot up to rub away tears that dared to slip past her eyes, larger, coarser hands also gently moved to cup her face. Thumbs firm with their swipes to rub away her sadness, but loving in how he made sure to never push hard enough to hurt her. "Do you remember what I told you when we got engaged?" She hummed quietly, shaking her head as a no. "You're worth all the worry in the world, I stand by that. Make me worry. Please, do. Because I never want to see you this sad, it hurts me more than anything else could." His voice hung low, and his eyes were committed to only her; waiting for the order to make all her pain go away. "Please, just tell me what's making you cry."

Gazes locked together, the longer she held her silence the more guilt weighed on her. "I..." He held his breath in anticipation. "...I'm just anxious, I guess. Don't get me wrong..! I want to marry you. I'm confident about that." He let out his breath in relief, hearing it come so confidently off her lips was the best reassurance for him. But there was more to it, he could see it in the way she evaded her eyes and leant into his embrace. "If this is the happiest day of our lives, our relationship... I'm scared I'll mess it up. What if it isn't as good as it's supposed to be? What does that say about the rest of my life if my best day isn't even that good?"

A grin grew to the male's lips, "there's only one part of tomorrow I actually really care about." Curious eyes finally grew confident enough to meet his, "and that is?" She spoke almost in a murmur, and it only made his grin even wider. "Seeing you all dolled up, and finally legally have you as mine." The caress of his thumbs with hands still firmly planted on her cheeks made it clearly all the more genuine. "To be honest, my happiest days are the ones I can spend with you. Even if this is our big day, I can promise you I'll make the rest of our lives as happy and comfortable as I can. You deserve the world toots', and I do have full intentions of giving it to you."

Eyes teary, she could help but crack a smile with how many butterflies he was pumping into her stomach. "I really don't deserve–" Bending down to kiss her, he shut her up before she could finish. "Don't finish that sentence." Profound umber irises stare into hers with complete seriousness. "Y/n, you have done more for me than I could ever repay: you've loved me at my worst, you've stuck up for me, dealt and helped with my issues." He paused to kiss her again, the plush feeling of his against hers was intoxicating; cripplingly addicting. "Don't ever tell me you're less than what you're worth. Because you're worth it, you're so fucking worth it." He moved in closer to hold her in his arms.

"This is only one of many happy days for a happy life to come, if nothing else I promise that." Uttering those words into the shell of her ear, his voice never ceased to slink its way into her heart in warm solace. "And... And just because we're married we won't have to start having kids immediately?" "You know how much I hate to share." He snorted first, earning the smallest smile from her, even if it was nuzzled into the valley between his shoulder and neck.

"We won't do anything either of us aren't ready to do. And it's your body toots, you decide when it's right for you. I'll stick by you no matter what, don't even stress about it." Moving a little away to kiss her temple before finally pulling away completely, seeing that ever so famous smile upon his lovers lips made his grow. Thankful that he was able to kiss away her sadness in a sense.

"I love you." She grinned, so brightly that he could almost forget that she was bawling her eyes out minutes before. "I love you too, now, you should probably get changed so we can head to bed. The only mistake I made about this thing is not having it later in the day."

That morning however, anxiety sunk into him as he readied with his best men, still unable to wipe the nervousness from off his face. He stood by the altar, waiting patiently and conversing amongst him and his men to ease his racing my and pounding heart. There was an expected delay, but with every passing second worries crawled under skin. What if last light wasn't enough? What if she really left? If she didn't would he really be enough? Would he really fulfill all those grandiose promises?

Once he heard the shushes of the coordinators, people begin to stand and an echoing of church doors, he waited in agony for his bride. Watching kids that he didn't recognize (likely from Y/n's family) play the role of ring bearer and flower girl. Once it was that the initial awing simmered, the light that seeped through coloured glass suddenly gained so much more colour. From the end of isle, stood his bride, dressed in a sparking pure white that hugged at her figure. The thin vail that obscured her face did nothing against his scrutinizing eyes, seeing that behind the fabric had his darling's gorgeous bright smile. All those insecurities and worries melted away in a snap, bouquet in hand he watched eagerly with every step she took. Her delicate waves towards their families and overjoyed grin had his own expression of worry melt away into awe, he was always in awe whenever she'd dress up; or whenever he'd stare too long and see her beauty for the first time all over again.

It felt like forever before she joined him upon the altar, handing off her array of flowers to her maid of honour, he was quick to pull the vail over her head... And become completely star-struck. "Wow." Was all he could breath out, a wave that felt like complete luck washed over him; how did he manage to score her? She was like some kind of ethereal princess, and now she'd officially be his wife. Honestly, he wasn't listening to what the officiant was saying, more focused on whispering little jokes to his wife to-be and the pair giggling silently amongst themselves.

He had to be snapped to attention when vows arrived, and a microphone was handed to him so it could be heard throughout the cathedral-like building. Despite the fact it was meant to be a catholic ceremony made clear by the nagging of his conservative family, he may have bent the rules just a little by pushing on his own written vows.

"Y/n," he began, his eyes glued to her as if there was no one else in the whole world. "I promise, with everyone here to bear witness, that I will, with every ability possible, make you laugh, give you the happiness you deserve, and insure that from now until forever you will never be alone again. I will forever love your smile, your laugh, your body, and you, no matter how imperfect you believe you are. And that no matter how old and saggy we get, for as long as I live, you will always have a warm pair of arms to hold you in our highest and lowest times. You're my forever. I love you." One of the bridesmaids had to run off to fetch a tissue box when the vows easily brought her to light tears. With one hand holding the pre-mentioned tissues, with the other held in his, he slipped the stupendous ring upon her ring finger; where it fit perfectly. The priest had then asked him the ever so famous question, and at the end of the required repetition, he said those ever so famous words. "I do." With such conviction and belief with every word.

The mic was passed to her, and although the mention of written vows was mentioned to her on short notice; she had an easier time putting her feelings into words. "My dearest Schlatt," being that this whole event was also recorded, she opted to referring him to his last name even if his family did give puzzled stares. (And the fact that being that the two streamed together, she grew into just referring to him as his last name.) "I, now and for the rest of time, promise to support you as we work through our careers together. I promise to you that I will always love and adore you the exact same as the day we first met, and when we one day grow old together that even if our memories fate, my feelings never will. And that no matter what, you'll always have me at your side. Forever and always, I love you more than humanly possible." He didn't cry, but when I tell you tears sat at the waterline I mean it. Rubbing away tears before they could fall and bearing possibly the most joyous smiles he's ever worn, the ring was given to his bride to slip upon his finger. The same repetition went on between Y/n and the officiant, and looking back up into those dark chocolatey brown eyes she could stare into for millennia, she spoke the words that made it all official. "I do."

Before another breath was drawn from anyone else in the room, he swept his arms around her waist to pull her in; their first kiss as husband and wife. It was nothing too graphic, much to the dismay of Schlatt who wanted his hands all over his woman, he at least got the pride to quickly swoop his hand at her knees and pick her up all bridal style. Just so he could look into the camera held by one of his close friends, "I legally own the woman now." The bubble of laughter caught up in his arms was enough for him to break out of his persona, captured in too much love to care how soft he appeared on camera of which his viewers would likely inevitably see. (If he decided to cut it or not, but then again he wanted the message out there..)

Bunched up in white, held up in strong arms, he admired the grinning, bubbly face of his present, his future, his wife.

And if for nothing else he was certain of in this life, it would be that this love for his woman, his pretty girl, was authentic love. And that he'd undoubtedly love this woman for the rest of his life.

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Confession is Hard

This fic was requested by the incredibly amazing @blehblahsworld! Thank you so much for this! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

Summary: You have a massive crush on the one and only Captain America, however, you’re too shy to tell him how you feel. Being the bestest friend in the world, Bucky knows just the way to motivate you to confess your dying feelings to his long time friend.

Word Count: 2642

⚠️Warning⚠️: slight swearing

Steve Rogers. A charming and handsome man that doesn't look a day over 100. And his charms have got you in a chokehold. As one of the newer Avengers members, making friends was hard since you were one of the youngest (mid to late 20s; the youngest being there was Peter. A few months after you were welcomed into the compound, you grew close to the other Avengers, especially the Winter Soldier, James "Bucky" Barnes. This man was your partner in crime; the two of you were always getting into some kind of trouble. He was like the older brother you never knew you needed in life. Whenever you hang out with Bucky, you also hang out with his long-time friend, Captain America, aka Steve Rogers. Boy, did you fall hard for this man? His charming and puppy-like personality drew you in. You were always there to listen to his old war stories, and they were actually fascinating. Who knew learning about the war from a soldier's POV would be so interesting? But to you, everything about Steve was interesting.

After about a year or so into the compound, your feelings towards Steve only grew, and it's gotten to the point where you can't look at this man in the eyes anymore. His cerulean eyes were so mesmerizing you felt like you would drown in them if you got too close. So, what's the best thing for you to do in a situation like this? Bottle up all of your emotions!

"Absolutely not!" Bucky cried.

You jumped at the volume of his voice.

"Come on, Y/N/N," Bucky said, "You're gonna have to tell him eventually."

"No, I don't," you retorted, "What he doesn't know can't hurt him, right? And besides, what if... he doesn't even like me like that...?"

Even though you and Steve were very close friends, the thought of him liking you more than a friend made your heart soar, but it also ached at the thought of him not liking you like that, and your confession to him would've been for naught. That aching thought made tears well in your eyes. Bucky frowned and pulled you into a side hug.

"Y/N, please don't ever think that," Bucky said, "You're an incredible person with an equally incredible personality. You're smart, funny, and courageous; you're an Avenger, for God's sake! Who wouldn't want to be with you?"

What Bucky said made you smile softly. He always knew what to say to cheer you up.

"C'mon, Y/N/N," Bucky said, standing up, "I'm gonna help you confess to Steve!"

What the Winter Soldier made your cheeks heat up.

"C-C-Confess!?" you stammered, "I can't even look at him in the eyes. Those crystal cerulean eyes..."

You found yourself swooning at Captain America's eyes, blissfully closing your eyes to see the imaginary image clearly. Your thoughts were interrupted when Bucky barked out a loud laugh.

"Ya see? You're head over heels for him," Bucky said, "Come on! Since I know him best, at this time of day, he's in the lounge chillaxing."

You twiddled your thumbs, looking down at the floor with a worried and flustered expression. Why was confessing to the one you like so hard? Bucky noticed your hesitation and kneeled in front of you before placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Can I at least motivate you to try?" he asked sweetly.

You bit your bottom lip before looking at the super soldier in the eyes. You sighed and nodded. Bucky grinned as he stood up and extended his hand out to you. You smiled softly as you took your best friend's hand. The eager man smiled before dragging you out of your room and into the lounge nearby. Like Bucky had said, Steve was in the lounge watching TV. Just looking at him so content made your heart pound out of your chest.

"Well, go on!" Bucky whispered, squeezing your shoulders from behind, "Now's your chance!"

You took a deep breath to steady your accelerated heart before waltzing into the lounge. When you were within arm's length of Steve, you breathed out before sitting next to him. When Steve noticed you, he smiled.

"Y/N, hey!" he said kindly, "How've you been?"

"O-Oh, I've been well," you said sheepishly, "J-Just hangin' around, doing some training with Nat and Buck."

"That's good to hear."

You nodded before turning behind you to see Bucky gesturing to Steve with a grin. You nodded as you took a deep breath to face Steve.

"Steve." you began.

"Yeah, Y/N?" he asked, his cerulean eyes facing you.

Your face flushed instantly. You cleared your throat before averting your gaze.

"U-Uhm, I wanted to... uhm..." you stuttered, "W-Wanted to tell you I-I..."

"Yeah...?" Steve questioned.

"I-I wanted to tell you that... I-I like... y-your sense of fashion! Right! I've been meaning to tell you that I like your sense of fashion!"

In the background, Bucky knocked his forehead against one of the pillars.

"Oh, thank you!" Steve said, "They were popular during my time, of course, but I think I make it look good."

"You do look good," you said, catching yourself, "I mean, you do make it look good!"

Steve chuckled as he patted your shoulder.

"Thanks, Y/N," he said before standing up, "Gotta go; I promised I'd train with Nat. See ya around!"

You waved goodbye as Captain America waltzed out of the room. When he was gone, you gripped one of the throw pillows and screamed in it; your entire face flushed. That was way too close for comfort. Bucky groaned before walking over to you and plopping down beside you.

Buck groaned as he rubbed his temple. He then glanced at you, your face still buried in the throw pillow. The Winter Soldier's feigned disappointed face soon shifted into one of malicious intent.

"'I like your sense of fashion'?" Bucky questioned, quoting you, "Really?"

"I'm sorry!" you cried, "I'm too shy!"

"Y'know what, Y/N," Bucky began, "If you don't confess to Steve sooner or later, I'll have to start using other ways to motivate you to do so."

Something in Bucky's voice made you quiver. You looked up to see a Grinch smile plastered on his face.

"B-Bucky, no," you said, backing away, "D-Don't you dare."

"How else am I gonna convince you and motivate you to ask out my brother from another mother?" Bucky joked.

You felt a nervous yet giddy smile spread across your face.

"Bucky, nohoho," you giggled nervously, "That's only for emergencies only..."

"This is an emergency," Bucky said, creeping closer, "My bestest friend in the whole wide world, Y/N/N, is scared of asking out Captain America and believes she's not worthy of his love, time, and affection. Doesn't that sound like an emergency to you?"

As you scooted away from the approaching man, your back hit the couch's armrest. Before you could jump off the sofa, Bucky pounced on you, quickly straddling you before tickling your sides with vigor. You yelped before letting out loud laughter.

"Buchyhyhyhyhyhyhy! Nooohohohohoho!" you half-whined, half laughed, "No tihihihihihiklihihihihing!"

"Yes, tickling!" Bucky said, "This is the best way to get you to do anything!"

You slammed your legs against the cushions, letting out adorable giggles.

"Just think, if Steve found you giggling like this," Bucky said, "He would think you're absolutely and positively adorable because you are!"

Bucky's teasing made your cheeks heat up.

"No teheheheasing!" you giggled, "That's not fahahahahair!"

Bucky couldn't help but chuckle. The Winter Soldier smirked before squishing your belly, eliciting more adorable giggles.

"Nahahahahaaa!" you cried, "You so mehehehehan!"

"Mean? This is me being nice!" Bucky said, "If you want me to be mean-"

"Nohohoho! I tahahahake it bahahahahack!"

Bucky barked out a hearty laugh. He then moved his hands up to shake them across your ribcage, causing you to cackle.

"Buhuhuhuhuhuckhyhyhy! Sthahaaaaaahahap!" you cried, "Thahahahat feels sohoho weheheheheird!"

"Hey, not my fault you were born adorably ticklish." Bucky said.

You tried to pry your best friend's hands away from your ribs, but that only permitted him to shove his hands into your armpits. You let out a scream before dissolving into loud laughter and slamming your arms to your sides.

"NAHAHAHAHAAAA! STAHAHAAAAP!" you laughed, "SHIT, NOT THEHEHEHEHERE! AHAHAHEHEHE! YOU AHHAHAHASSHOHOHOLE!"

"Watch it," Bucy growled, "So, are you gonna confess your feelings to Steve?"

"NAHAHAHOHOHO! FUHUHUHUCK, GET YOUR HAHAHAHANDS OUT! PLEHEHEHEASE!"

"But you trapped them, Y/N/N! Unless you agree to confess your dying love for Steve, you're gonna have to endure this!"

You let out another scream-like laughter when Bucky hit a sensitive spot under your arms.

"Y/N! WHAT'S GOING ON!?" questioned a frantic voice.

Bucky stopped tickling you and turned up to see Steve looking around the lounge frantically.

"Oh, hey, Steve!" Bucky said, waving him over, "Y/N's just fine, trust me."

Still on alert, Steve walked over to his friend to see him straddling you. Your cheeks were tinted red, and your hair was a bit messy.

"What are you doing to her?" Steve asked, a small smile appearing on his face.

"Nothing much, just tickling her until she admits what she's supposed to admit." Bucky said, emphasizing his words.

You swallowed a lump in your throat as you averted your gaze from the super soldiers.

"Can I help in any way?" Steve asked.

You wanted to die when you heard that. When you tried to push at Bucky's chest to escape, Steve held your wrists above your head. You giggled nervously as you squirmed under their weight, but let's face it; you may be on the same level of strength as Natasha, but these two war monarchs are on a whole different level of strength.

"Nonononohohohoooo! Plehehease lemme gohoho!" you giggled.

"Not until you confess," Bucky said.

"Is Y/N hiding something?" Steve asked, glancing down at you.

"Something along the lines, yeah."

"Well, Y/N, you heard the man; confess."

If only Steve knew what you were confessing, this situation would've been so much more flustering. I say more because even though Steve doesn't know what you were confessing, it's still flustering as hell. When you refused, Bucky sighed before shaking his hands against your ribs, eliciting loud giggles.

"Bucky, dohohohohon't! You fuhuhuhuhucker, stahahahahaaap!" you laughed.

"Language, Y/N!" Steve tsked.

Your cheeks started to heat up again. When Bucky started squeezing your hips, you yelped and gave a wild buck.

"Not thehehere! Stahahahahap!" you cried, "Steheheheve! Lemme go, plehehehehease!"

"Sorry, Y/N, but unless you confess, you're not going anywhere." Steve said.

The fact he doesn't know really makes this so flustering.

When you shook your head, Bucky sighed before stopping, allowing you to catch your breath.

"Buckyhyhyhyhyhy, plehehehease!" you giggled, "Enohohohohough!"

"Are you gonna confess?" Bucky asked.

"I didn't want to do this, Y/N, but you leave me no choice," Bucky said, "Steve, make sure they can't move."

When Steve nodded, his grip around your wrists only got tighter, but it was still gentle.

"W-W-Wait, Bucky, l-let's be reasonable here..." you stammered.

"One last chance, Y/N," Bucky said, leaning in beside your ear, "Are you gonna confess your feelings to Steve?"

You giggled and moved away from Bucky, his breath tickling your ear. When you refused, Bucky grinned as he cracked his knuckles. Then, he pounced on your worst spot, the back of your ribs. Even though you were on your back, Bucky knew just how to reach your worst spot. You screamed bloody murder as you laughed.

"NAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUHUHUHUHUCK, SHIHIHIT!" you swore, "BUCKY, FUHUHUHUHUCKING STAHAAAAAAHAHAP!"

"Geez, was Y/N always this foul-mouthed?" Steve asked.

"Only when you tickle her and piss her off." Bucky said casually.

You slammed your legs against the cushions as you cackled.

"BUCKY, PLEHEHEHEHASE!" you cried, "STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!"

"Are you gonna confess?" Bucky asked over your laughter.

When you didn't answer, Bucky added more power to his tickles, causing you to wheeze and cackle. Your face was as red as Peter's suit by now; eyes squeezed shut with a broad smile across your face.

"STAHAHAAAAAA! NOHOAHAHAHAAAA!" you laughed, "I CAHAHAHAHAAAAN'T! PLEHEHEASE!"

"Are you going to confess, Y/N?" Steve asked.

When you peeked up at Steve, his cerulean eyes stared down at you. Just glancing at him sent a new electric shock of tickles throughout your body, making everything 20x worse. Not knowing how long you could hold up, you finally gave in.

"OKAY, OKAHAHAHAAAAAY!" you laughed, "PLEHEHEHEHASE STAHAHAAAP! I'LL CONFESS! I'LL CONFEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESS!"

With that, everything came to a halt. When Steve released your wrist, you covered your flustered face as you panted.

"Good choice, Y/N." Bucky said, climbing off you.

When you controlled your breathing, you sat up and glanced between the two super soldiers.

"So, what is it that Y/N had to confess anyway?" Steve asked.

When Steve asked this, you turned to Bucky with a worried look. The Winter Soldier smiled and nodded. You took a deep breath before turning to Steve.

"Steve, I-I wanted to let you know that..." you began, "T-That I like you..."

The words fell out of your mouth like a cascading waterfall, and you turned your face away from Steve.

"I've liked you for a while now, but I was so afraid to tell you because I was afraid you wouldn't like me back, and I didn't want to ruin the friendship we had going," you said, tearing up, "I understand if you don't want someone like me, but I just wanted to let you know how I feel."

You took another deep breath before speaking again.

"You make me feel weak and strong at the same time; you brighten my mood on the gloomiest of days," you said, "And you're funny, handsome, considerate, and all-around incredible. Having someone like you has been such a blessing and... I would love it for us to be more than just friends..."

When you glanced back at Steve, you saw that his cheeks were a slight shade of red.

"Would you... want to go out with me?" you asked.

"Y/N," Steve began, "Why didn't you ask me sooner?"

What Steve asked you caught you off-guard.

"Everything you just said... it's how I've felt about you, too," he said, "You're beautiful, strong-willed, confident, funny; I can't imagine being with anyone else but you."

Captain America soon took your hands in his and stared into your eyes.

"Yes," he said, "I would love to go out with you, only if you would go out with me."

What Steve brought tears to your eyes. You smiled as you let out a sob and nodded.

"Yes!" you exclaimed, throwing your arms around him.

Steve smiled and returned the gesture. At this moment, you were the happiest person in the world. Who would've thought that Steve had feelings for you, too?

~~~~~~~

"And that's how we started going out." Steve said, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

You smiled as you leaned into your boyfriend's chest. A year and a half later, you and Steve were the power couple of the Avengers. Tony was hosting a party, and you and Steve decided to tell the rest of the team about your relationship.

"Aw, I'm so happy for you guys!" Peter said.

"Y'all are really cute together." Sam said.

"Who would've thought tickling would make you confess your feelings to the star-spangled banner?" Tony questioned, sipping on his drink.

What Tony said made you blush and bury your face into Steve's chest. Steve chuckled before patting your head lovingly. You looked up at your boyfriend and smiled, only for him to return the gesture. He then lifted your chin and placed a loving kiss on your lips. You closed your eyes blissfully as you felt his soft lips press against yours. You heard the other Avengers "aww" in the background. When you parted, the two of you smiled.

"Love you, Y/N." Steve said.

"I love you, too, Steve," you said before embracing him, "Now and forever..."

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