#luka needs to be better man

[whatthehali]

ok i've actually watched a bunch of the game now, Lakers big 3 were yikes all around but shoutout to Rui, he was actually good, seemed like the only one putting any effort in

[navree]

i'm sure i'm not the first person to have pointed it out but 'jmj errors' are not a thing in actual computers and like, chester has a voice actor we know, norris has a voice actor we know, so.........

return him to me at ONCE rusty quill!!

[aspdshizun]

See, on one hand I feel like Hyuna's death was low-key really stupid because why did they consider the weakest man around deadly enough to kill in the first place instead of taking as a hostage or whatever, right? But, on the other hand, most people are complaining about it being Hyuna and not Luka who died and it's like........... I don't know, I actually think Hyuna being the one to die is so good. Like I don't mind that she died, I just dislike the way she died.

I think Luka is a piece of shit, but that's what makes his character interesting in the first place, and killing the fucked up guy is just so obvious that it really wouldn't do it for me. I like that he was traumatized and grew up messed up because of it; I like that it's working for him too. I like that being remotely as fucked as the aliens is shown to be the only viable method of survival so far, and that's why I like the idea of Hyuna dying.

Some people are complaining about Luka getting a redemption and... If their intention was for people to accept a redemption for him, then it would be a massive disappointment, because the whole point is that he's an ass.

In the end, I'm kind of dissatisfied with the way things played out because it's hard to make sense of why the members of the rebellion did what they did, but I'm not dissatisfied with Hyuna dying. Maybe I'm biased because "bastard survives by acting like the bigger bastards" is one of my favorites tropes and he's also my ASPD king

[httpsleclerc]

the second date

pairings: Charles Leclerc x Single!Mom!Verstappen!Reader, Charles Leclerc x Romy Verstappen (BABY!OC)

summary: A peak into yours and Romy's second meeting with Charles

warnings: none for this part!

word count: 1.7k

a/n: I really love this little part I think its so cute! Let me know what you think by leaving a comment here or in my inbox!

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The sun beamed down on Monte Carlo, an accurate symbol of how you had been feeling in the days since your first meeting with Charles. Talking to and with him, you felt like you could almost forget everything that had happened with Lukas - Almost. You were well aware that you would always have constant reminder of your ex, but that was in no way Romy's fault, you had spoken to Max and Kelly, proposing the idea to them that until or if she asked, you wouldn't tell your daughter about her father, and even then, depending on her age, you would only tell her the appropriate parts - That at some point he had been a good man, and that there came a point where you did what was best for her.

Max had laughed, saying that you were being too polite by calling Lukas a good man - Claiming that that would have been like calling Jos father of the year. Kelly had elbowed him after that, telling you that that sounded like a good plan.

You looked down, smiling at Romy as she curiously eyed all of the trees and greenery above her, giving you a gummy smile as she saw your face in her vision. You adjusted the umbrella to cover her face, protecting her sensitive skin from the harsh rays of the sun - You and Kelly had laughed as you asked Max if he could help you try and apply a layer of sunscreen onto Romy, which you two had known would be no easy feat. However, your older brother, seemingly the baby soother, had managed to apply not one, but two layers of heavy duty sunscreen onto your daughter.

"I see you, Romy," You spoke to her, fondly smiling as she babbled back to you. "Oh you're very talkative, I think you know who we're going to see." You said, scanning for the brunette Monegasque, waving over to him as you saw him sitting on a bench.

It had been Charles' idea to meet you in Romy in a more secluded park in a beautiful area of Monte Carlo, Max had told him that you would most likely need worked up to going to busier areas, especially with Romy. You had always been anxious, your older brother knew that better than anyone did, but he couldn't imagine how you would be feeling having been isolated for so long and going back into such busy environments, never mind adding the single most precious thing in your life into the mix. So, Charles had thought of the small, yet beautiful park that his parents had brought himself and his brothers to as children.

He was trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach he got when he saw you make your way over to him, smiling as he heard Romy babbling from within her stroller. He knew that it would be wrong to propose a relationship to you right now, considering the relationship you had just come out of - He understood if you just wanted to be friends for a bit, he loved both you and Romy too much to miss out on anything.

"Hello you two," He greeted you, a charming smile on his face. You had to admit, Charles was incredibly handsome, but you had always known him to be.

"Hi Charles, nice to see you again," You said cheerily, putting the brake on Romy's stroller so you could lift her out and on to your lap, settling down on the bench beside Charles. "You picked a beautiful day." You told him, smiling as you placed your daughter on your lap, letting her play with the rings on your fingers. 

"I know, you know my parents used to bring me and my brothers here? I thought that maybe it could be something we could do with Romy," He said, only to stumble over his words as you looked at him, your eyebrows furrowed. "Nono, I-I didn't mean like a date or anything like that...not that I don't want something like that with you! I think you're really pretty and Romy is the most perfect little girl and-...I am making a fool of myself, aren't I?" He held his head in hands, his cheeks heating up as he realised how much he had been rambling.

You giggled, placing your free hand on Charles' back as a means to try and comfort him. He looked up at you, a blush creeping over his cheeks as he made eye contact with you.

"I'd love to do this with you as a tradition, Charles, I um...I just don't think that I'm quite ready for anything more than friends right now," You told him - Charles was at least happy that you could be honest with him, instead of dating him out of pity for his inability to shut up. "I really like being friends with you, Cha, Romy loves you too. You really make me feel listened to, in a way that Max and Kelly don't really get - they look after Romy and I but you..you're different, but in a good way." You assured him, smiling as you ran your hand up and down his back.

As if sensing his sadness, Romy started wriggling in your arms, babbling as she reached for Charles, who immediately perked up as the small girl reached out for him.

"Can I?" You nodded, you loved how he asked before taking your daughter out of your arms. You softly smiled, seeing how content both him and your daughter were with each other - You had seen Charles in interviews, talking about he had wanted 3 children, you could see him outnumbered by girls, begging their daddy to do their hair and play princesses and tea parties. It was funny, you had never imagined yourself having kids, especially not one at 22, but now that you had Romy, you couldn't imagine your life without it, it felt like her being here with you, she completed you - She was your baby and you were her mother, nothing could ever, and would ever change that. "She's so cute, and I see that she let you put her socks on her this time." He recounted, making you laugh as you remembered the day that you had first met up with Charles, more specifically you remembered the 15 minute battle you had with Romy about putting her socks on.

"Max actually got her sorted for today, you would be surprised at how good he is with babies," Charles nodded - He, more than anyone, was probably most familiar with how you and Max were raised, so hearing you talk about how great that your older brother was with your daughter, was almost a shock; Two people who he had expected to want nothing to do with children, had become in closest contact with them, with you being a mother and Max having such a close bond with Penelope. "I'm going to go get something to drink, do you want anything?" You offered him with a smile, watching as Romy, who normally screamed and cried any time you left her, remained perfectly happy in Charles' arms.

"Just a water please, cherie," He responded, gently bouncing Romy on his knee as he watched you nod and walk away, over to the small concessions stand. "Such a pretty girl, aren't you Romy? Just like your mama." Charles spoke to the baby girl on his lap, grinning as she giggled and clapped her small hands together, babbling to him. He sighed as he sat back against the bench, Romy resting against him as she settled down - Charles was thankful he hadn't made a complete fool of himself, although disappointment did weigh on the fact that you weren't looking for a relationship at the moment; However, he understood, and would continue with your friendship.

You made your way back over to the bench where Charles and your daughter sat, Romy having settled against him, almost asleep on his chest. 

"Oh, she um...I think she's asleep, Charles," You said quietly, placing a hand on your daughter's small back. He looked down, noticing that Romy, had in fact, fallen asleep on him. He looked up at you, clearly never having had a baby fall asleep, judging by the almost bewildered look in his eyes. "It's okay, just relax, I'll put her in the stroller so she can sleep with the sun umbrella covering her." You told him, lifting your sleeping daughter off of his chest so he could move without fear of waking her. Making sure that she was in securely, you sat back down, handing Charles the water you had bought him.

"She's so calm, I don't think I've seen a baby sleep so much or fuss so little," You chuckled at Charles' thoughts on your daughter. "Uh oh, that tells me otherwise." He grinned, prompting you to tell him more.

"She's cute, but she uses it to her advantage. She's got her uncle Max wrapped around her little finger already, Kelly and I told him off the other day because she was being fussy because Max had a stroopwafell and she wanted some," You told him, smiling as you remembered the look on your brothers face as Kelly told him off, while you attempted to take the sweet treat out of your daughter's tight grasp. "Getting her onto solids has also been a nightmare, she's a fussy little monster sometimes."

"I bet you wouldn't change her for the world," Charles smiled fondly at you, watching as you studied your sleeping baby carefully. You shook your head, turning to look at the Monegasque once more.

"Absolutely not, I wish I could change her father, but the only plus from him was that he gave me her...my baby girl," You smiled widely, your heart beaming with nothing but adoration for the life that you created. He also smiled, watching you with the same adoration, even if you didn't share the sentiment right now, Charles was almost certain you shared the same feelings, and he would wait until you were ready.

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[chubby-bun-bun]

untitled (part 3)

You reunite with your crow friend! But it seems to need your help with… a man?

nav: one, two, three (current), four, five, six or: read on ao3

tags: sylus x reader, an au where you're an average citizen, slow burn, hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of blood and death, descriptions of a panic attack, bossman is here yay

“Congratulations! You’ve just won the loyal customer raffle at Linkon Supermarket!”

“But I shop at Bloomshore Mart.”

“Yup, congratulations!”

You furrow your brows, eyeing the paper the delivery driver is enthusiastically waving in your face. Sure enough, it announces the conclusion of the famous supermarket’s year-end raffle, and there it is: your full government name printed neatly under “winner.”

Beyond his shoulder, you notice the other worker unloading boxes from the delivery truck. He’s dressed in the same uniform, with identical dark curls and also sporting a black face mask. He catches your gaze and gives a lazy thumbs-up.

There must be something wrong with your memory, because you could swear you haven’t stepped foot in Linkon Supermarket in years—let alone registered for their raffle. That place isn’t exactly known for catering to the humbler economic classes.

And it’s still 5:30 a.m. Have supermarkets always done graveyard shift deliveries?

“Thanks…” You squint at the driver’s name tag. “…Lukas.”

“No problem!”

Once the two workers finish unloading and stacking boxes of who-knows-what in your living room, they wave cheerfully before speeding off down the street. Half-asleep, you manage only a bemused wave in return.

You think you might’ve been cursed. Or blessed. It’s hard to say. Because ever since your crow friend escaped a week ago, it feels like you’ve already blown through a lifetime’s worth of luck.

In the span of days, you’ve gotten a raise and better employee benefits (odd, considering you’re still just an assistant manager), won lifetime vouchers for three of your favorite food spots, and now, apparently, won a supermarket raffle—complete with at least three months’ worth of groceries.

Rummaging through the boxes, you find they’re stocked with all your usual brands. Snacks, non-perishables, beauty products, household items—everything. Even fresh produce.

For the first time in a while, you won’t have to worry about going hungry.

—

You’re not sure why you’ve come back to the park tonight.

It’s late, and you’ve already visited the crows earlier, spoiling them with extra bags of peanuts thanks to your recent streak of good fortune.

The crows seem to wonder the same thing. While they peck enthusiastically at the peanuts, their beady eyes occasionally flick toward you, as if to silently judge your lack of anything resembling a social life.

Admittedly, you’ve been hoping to see your crow friend again.

You think you’re starting to come to terms with its disappearance. Life goes on, right? It’s just an animal, after all. It probably doesn’t feel the same complex emotions humans do—the kind that have you so affected by its absence after only a few days of sharing a space. (Maybe it was a one-sided friendship all along...) It probably just followed its instincts, leaving to do whatever it is that lone crows do.

Still, a petulant part of you feels bitter. Sure, it left behind a hoard of treasures—trinkets, gems, and gold so polished they must be real (though you’re not ready to think about where it might have stolen them)—but it could’ve at least waited for you to come home before flying off.

In hindsight, maybe it’s a good thing you never had pets. Your apparent abandonment issues would be a nightmare to deal with if they got lost, ran away, or died.

Suddenly, a familiar series of shrill caws pierces the air. Before you can process what’s happening, something crashes into your lap, a blur of loose black feathers hitting your face.

Could it be…?

The unmistakable garnet glint in the midnight-feathered avian’s eyes confirms it. Without hesitation, you scoop the bird into your arms, pulling it tightly to your chest, and press a rough, enthusiastic kiss to its head.

“Where have you been?” you exclaim, laughing as you nuzzle the void-like creature against your cheek, smothering it in an embrace. “I’ve been so worried about you!”

Its muffled caws are drowned out by your babbling. “Oh gosh—your wing! How is it?” you say, quickly pulling back to inspect it.

Its feathers look good—healthy, even. In fact, they almost seem brand new, gleaming like a freshly unboxed gadget. Its once-injured left wing no longer looks broken—or as you’d thought before, no longer resembling a mechanical part with a loose screw.

Before you can start fussing over it again, the bird suddenly wriggles free from your grasp and lands steadily on your lap. It caws again, but something’s different. It’s louder, more piercing—frantic. It paces across your lap, continuing to practically scream at you, as if trying to tell you something.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you ask, your heart squeezing at the sight of its feathers puffing up with each stressed caw.

You try to pat its head, hoping to calm it down, but it jumps off your lap and lands on the ground, still cawing. The other crows, clearly spooked by its urgent cries, start to scatter. Bewildered, you bend down, attempting to scoop it into your arms again, but it evades you by hopping a few feet away, still cawing—loudly.

“What is it?” you say, exasperated. I can’t speak crow!

You step closer, bending down once more, but it hops away—again.

You stare up at the heavens. This has to be some cosmic joke. You can’t believe you’re playing this strange version of tag with a bird.

You don’t even realize how far you’ve walked, now a good distance from the bench you were sitting on. You’ve reached the darker area of the park, still desperate to grab the cawing bird and figure out what’s wrong. Then, without warning, your foot catches on a tree root. You stumble, and before you can recover, you hit the cold, wet ground with an unceremonious thud.

“Well, there goes my good luck streak,” you mutter, trying to push yourself up. Good thing nobody’s around to witness your embarrassing lack of coordination.

“Tell me about it.”

The sudden presence of a deep, unfamiliar voice makes you freeze. Heart pounding wildly, you scramble to sit up, eyes darting toward the source.

It wasn’t a tree root you tripped over. It was a leg—a stretched-out leg attached to a man slumped against one of the park’s statues. A huge, beautiful man, with silver hair and a pair of breathtaking garnet eyes, half-lidded and filled with amusement. He’s clutching his abdomen, the fabric there soaked in dark, ominous red.

Blood.

A field of red datura blooms. A starry night sky with the clouds beneath you. Mountains of gold against jagged walls. A burning plaza. A bloodied claymore.

You don’t register the ringing in your ears or the flash of blurry, unfamiliar images racing through your mind. Your gaze remains locked on the man’s injury. Before you know it, you’re shrugging off your puffer jacket and sweater. Now clad in just your turtleneck, you drop to your knees and press your sweater firmly against his wound.

You, waiting for your turn to walk on stage to receive your diploma. A university staff member rushing toward you. You, running out of the graduation venue. Two totaled SUVs. Three dead bodies.

Your pulse pounds in your ears as you work methodically. Stop the bleeding. Stop the blood. Apply pressure. That’s what you’re supposed to do, right? Just keep pressing. Don’t think about how much there is. Don’t panic. You fold the sweater tighter against the wound. Okay, stop the bleeding first. That’s all you know. Just keep the pressure steady. He’s losing too much. Is this enough? Should I tie it off? No, just keep pressing. Keep him alive.

The edges of your vision begin to blur. You have to save them. You have to save him. They can’t leave you. He can’t leave you. Not again.

“Sweetheart.”

The word, softly spoken, snaps you out of your trance. Your eyes lift to meet his, and the world seems to still. You’ve never met this man in your life, but the way he looks at you—it hurts. It feels like an ancient grief has surfaced from the depths of your soul.

You finally notice the state you’re in. You’re shaking. Badly. The cold winter air bites into your skin, sharp and unforgiving. Your palms are scraped from your earlier fall, but you hardly register the sting. The man’s hands—large and warm—enclose your trembling ones, grounding you.

And it’s like you’ve never known peace until this very moment.

note: can u tell the extent of my yearning to be spoiled with groceries LMAO

nav: one, two, three (current), four, five, six or: read on ao3

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[onlyangel4]

the life i deserve. final part. LN4. OP81

in which reader unexpectedly falls pregnant but her current boyfriend can't say no to his party lifestyle so he leaves her. who better to fill his place than his teammate.

faceclaim: hailey bieber

author's note: and we have reached the end of this series, thank you all for making this my most successful series yet. have your say on the next one here

part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six

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written: heading to aus with this one

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written: spending all month with lil man ready for his first christmas

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f1gossip: guys this is not a drill oscar and y/n have been spotted cuddling up with one another while out at dinner with riley and logan. does this confirm everyone's suspicions

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user36: poor lando

user37: are you fucking stupid, lando is the one that left y/n pregnant and alone, he will never be the victim here

user38: mum and dad

user39: i am so happy for them

user40: y/n deserves all the happiness imaginable

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written: never been happier

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written: my boys

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written: got to start them off young

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oscarpiastri: i didn't need a christmas present this year, i've got all i need

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y/ninsta: we both love you so much

oscarpiastri: i love you both more

georgerussell3: so happy for you mate

oscarpiastri: thank you man

logansargeant: riley is already planning double dates

oscarpiastri: y/n is excited. i'm scared

rileywhittall: see good things happen when you communicate with the person you love

oscarpiastri: words of wisdom

charlesleclerc: does this mean baby luka in the paddock next year

oscarpiastri: of course

charlesleclerc: alex just squealed in my ear, i'm deaf now

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[hellfirebarnes]

Slow-Burns - Part 3

PART 1 PART 2 PART 4 PART 5

I split this up in several, shorter parts because I know the feeling when you want to read a fic but don't have the time or energy to get through a 10k+ words one. Also if you hate my writing you can just read part 1 and then leave it. Win-win I guess?

Anyway, this is set after Thunderbolts so if you haven't seen it - spoilers I guess? It absolutely does not follow canon, but yeah better to be safe than sorry.

Summary: Bucky has fallen. Hopelessly. And the only thing more hopeless is his team trying to help him get to the end of this slow-burn.

Bucky x fem!SHIELD!reader

1.7K words

Fluff, ''normal'' violence and descriptions of injuries. For sure out of character stuff, but I am who I am. Your appearence is barely desribed what I can remember, I think your hair and a couple types what clothes you're wearing?

You're referred to as ''Agent'' and ''Sunshine'' in a desperate attempt from me to not use Y/N.

Let me know if there's anything else I should warn about.

Otherwise, enjoy :)

Bucky scanned the briefing file. Intel breach. Corporate sabotage. Medium risk, low collateral. High-tech infiltration. One scientist needed extraction. Half the mission screamed you - cyber-forensic work, silent infiltration, backdoor escape route.

He frowned. “She’s not coming?”

Yelena leaned back in her chair, sipping bad coffee from a novelty mug that read ‘Crime, But Make It Cute.’

“She’s not coming.”

Bucky’s heart skipped. “Why?”

“She has the day off,” Ava answered, scrolling through her own tablet.

“But we need someone who can spoof an encrypted relay system on the move,” he said, voice flat but tight. “That’s her.”

“Relax, grandpa,” John muttered. “We’ve got it covered. Ava rewrote a protocol last night, and Bob is flying overwatch.”

Bucky looked back down at the tablet, annoyed. Not at the team. Not at the mission. At the fact that it felt wrong without you. And he hated how that felt.

“She asked for the day off two weeks ago,” Yelena added, tapping through something on her screen. “She deserves it.”

Alexei, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, suddenly grinned like he’d been waiting for someone to ask.

“Is big day,” he said, voice full of pride. “I set her up with very nice man. Name is Luka. Banker. Hair like lion. Very symmetrical face.”

Bucky looked up, slowly. “…You what?”

“Date!” Alexei beamed. “They go to brunch. Then art museum. Maybe share pretzel. Classic courtship!”

The silence that followed was deafening. Bucky didn’t move.

“Wait,” John said, looking up from his file. “She’s on a date?”

“Yes!” Alexei slammed a celebratory hand on the table. “I make things happen!”

Yelena blinked. “With Luka? From your bowling team?”

“He does not just bowl! He reads books. Big hands. Gentle eyes.”

Ava smirked. “You sound like you’re in love with him yourself.”

“He is very huggable!”

Bucky barely heard any of it. He was still stuck on date.

Something cold settled under his ribs. He hadn’t known you were seeing someone. He hadn’t even thought to ask. You’d always been here, orbiting close. And now, without warning, you were… elsewhere. With someone. Laughing, maybe. Wearing something soft and light. Smiling the way you always did when you were teasing him - except it wasn’t him.

Alexei’s words filtered back in. “—and if it goes well, they go to second location. Maybe fondue. Is very romantic.”

Bucky pushed back from the table. “I’ll be on the jet,” he muttered.

Yelena watched him go, eyes narrowing. When the door slid shut behind him, she turned to the others. “Okay,” she said. “That man is not okay.”

Bob tilted his head. “Is this the part where he acknowledges his feelings and makes a healthy emotional decision?”

John scoffed. “More like he’ll sit alone in the cargo bay and think about how her laugh sounds.”

Alexei frowned. “But she deserves strong man with good face symmetry. Why is Barnes sad?”

Ava deadpanned, “Because he’s been in denial for months.”

Two hours later Bucky sat strapped in, arms crossed, staring out the window like it had offended him personally. Every passing city below looked like a blur of decisions he hadn’t made. He thought about the last time you had touched his shoulder. How you’d laughed at one of Bob’s ridiculous stories. How you always leaned in just slightly when you talked to him, like what he said mattered more than anyone else’s words.

And now you were giving that attention to someone else. Some Luka.

He didn’t even know what the guy looked like, but his brain was helpfully painting the worst: tall, perfect teeth, probably called you beautiful without tripping over the word like Bucky always did in his head.

He wasn’t mad at you. Not even close. But he was angry with himself.

He’d wasted time. So much time, thinking if he just stayed close, you’d know. That he wouldn’t need to say anything. That maybe feelings could transfer telepathically through awkward silences and missed glances.

You were out there living. And he was up here… sulking.

He hadn’t wanted to make a move. He’d told himself he wasn’t ready. And now it might be too late.

Meanwhile, at a café in Brooklyn, you stirred your coffee absently as Luka droned on about crypto trends and some vacation he’d taken in the Alps with his “boys.” His shirt was tailored, his teeth were indeed perfect, and he had zero opinions on whether or not one should put glitter in combat boots.

You smiled politely. But your mind wandered.

To the Tower.

To the mission briefing you could have been part of.

To a certain grumpy super soldier with eyes like storm clouds and the emotional range of a wounded wolf.

God, you missed him already.

The Tower was quieter than usual that night. Post-mission debriefs were filed. John had gone out. Yelena and Ava were holed up somewhere with wine and a true crime doc. Alexei was in the sauna, probably giving unsolicited dating advice to someone over speakerphone.

And you? You were back.

Bucky noticed the moment you walked in. Not because you announced it - you never did - but because the air shifted.

He was in the common room, nursing a drink and reading the same paragraph of a book for the fourth time when he heard the elevator ding and your familiar footsteps cross the floor.

Then your voice. “Hey.”

He looked up.

You were dressed casually - simple, comfortable, but still carried yourself like you had a secret no one else was allowed to know. Except this time, you looked… tired. Not physically. Just disappointed in a way that sat deep in the shoulders.

Bucky sat up a little straighter. “You’re back.”

You sank onto the opposite end of the couch, kicking your shoes off with a sigh. “Yeah. Just got in.”

He hesitated. Then, carefully: “How was the date?”

You groaned and dropped your head back dramatically. “So bad. So impressively bad.”

Bucky’s heart did something traitorous - thrilled a little too much at the words. He worked hard not to show it.

“He was… polite. I’ll give him that. But every time I tried to steer the conversation toward something fun or personal, he’d redirect it back to himself. Or his investments. Or this stupid vacation he took with a group of guys who all wore matching swim trunks and called themselves the Wolfpack.”

Bucky blinked. “The what?”

“Right?” You said, eyes wide. “It felt like a sitcom where the punchline never came.”

A beat passed. He couldn’t help it—he smiled. Just a little.

You caught it. Your expression softened. “What?”

“Nothing. Just… sounds like hell.”

“It was. But the pretzel was good.”

You shared a quiet moment. Bucky’s chest felt warm and strange. He didn’t speak much, but he listened, and for once, he didn’t feel like he was drowning in his own silence. Maybe it was the soft tone in your voice. Maybe it was the way you’d looked at him when you walked in, like you’d missed him too.

He almost leaned in, just a little, like he was going to say something real for once.

And then Bob practically exploded into the room, arms wide, face beaming like a golden retriever who’d just spotted his favorite human.

Bucky immediately sat back, shoulders going tense.

You blinked, then smiled, bright and open. “Hey, Bob.”

Bob crossed the room in three giant steps and flopped onto the couch between you with a whoomp, knocking Bucky’s knee in the process. “You’re back! I missed you! Did you see the picture of Waffles I texted you?”

“I did,” you said, laughing. “The little hat was a nice touch.”

“He wore it willingly!” Bob looked at you with stars in his eyes. “Did you have a fun day off?”

You paused. “It had its moments.”

Bob turned to Bucky, clueless and radiant. “Didn’t we miss her, Buck? I kept saying we needed her on the mission. She would’ve handled that alarm system in two minutes.”

Bucky blinked slowly. “Yeah. We missed her.”

Your eyes flicked to Bucky, and something quiet passed between you again. But Bob, entirely unaware, continued cheerfully.

“I was thinking maybe we could all go get pancakes tomorrow. Celebrate a mission well done and your return. I know a place. They have whipped cream. And seasonal syrups. And they let you mix them. Which is chaos, but good chaos.”

You laughed again, and Bucky felt the familiar ache settle back into his chest. Because Bob wasn’t competition. He was just kind. Bright and open and honest in a way Bucky hadn’t been in years. Maybe ever. And you looked so comfortable around him. So light.

Bucky couldn’t even be mad. Not at Bob. Not at you. Just at himself, for still sitting there, wanting something and saying nothing.

He stood up quietly, draining the rest of his drink.

“Where you going?” You asked, noticing.

“Gonna turn in,” he said, avoiding your eyes. “Long day.”

“Goodnight,” you said softly.

He paused. Then looked at you - really looked at you. And for just a second, he let something show.

“Glad you’re back.”

And then he walked away.

Behind him, you watched him go. And for the first time since the date, you weren’t thinking about Luka at all.

Valentina slid a sleek folder across her desk. Inside was a badge, a keycard, a stack of onboarding documents, and a post-it with “Val we need a hot tub in the tower—seriously” scribbled in Yelena’s handwriting.

“I want you full-time, Agent. No more coming and going. A room and an official seat at the table. The team already treats you like you’re one of them. Might as well make it real.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. Your heart said yes immediately. But your brain, ever cautious, flipped through the mental index of what-ifs and escape routes.

“You sure you want to say no?” Val asked, arms folded, one brow arched.

You blinked. “Did I say no?”

“You hesitated.”

“I blinked.”

“Same thing in spy-speak.”

Then you thought about last night’s mission.

How Yelena had linked arms with you when you walked back into the jet, chattering about snack options. How Alexei had announced proudly that he’d protected “the two best sharpshooters in the world.” How Bob had quietly tucked your coat over your shoulders when you’d dozed off.

And how Bucky had looked at you before you parted ways. Like maybe he didn’t want to see you go.

You smiled softly.

“I’m in.”

[goatlilly]

Miraculous Theoretical Reboot Concept Art—Lukagami

So I really wanted to post this Lukagami Art I made for my Miraculous Theoretical reboot—you know, the one with Emily as the Ladybug in it and fusion powers? No? Well, it is kinda half baked at the moment, but the it’s basically a rewrite with extra steps. (You know how Spider-Man has, like, ten adaptations? This is like an adaptation concept rather than a critical rewrite, if that makes sense.) And in this version of the story, this Lukagami ship is a thing. Now, Believe it or not, I actually like Feligami in the show proper—there’s a certain vibe to it that just makes it so entertaining to watch. And honestly, I get why the show didn’t go with Luka and Kagami as a ship instead, but I promise I thought about it a lot, and this just works better for what I’m doing.

For one thing, I reworked the powers of the dragon a bit—

And when I say a bit, I actually mean a lot. Completely new power set, weapon and miraculous. The power is a sort of Taunt ability that makes the user the center of attention, basically making it so that enemies can’t take their eyes off the user. Since the ability is less offensive now, and the user needs a way to protect themselves from oncoming attacks while other holders finish the fight, I gave her a more defensive weapon—a kite. It acts as a sort of shield/hand-glider/bludgeon, and just seemed more versatile and multi-use than the sword did. The miraculous is also now a hair spike instead of a necklace, with the reason for that being that I just wanted to add more variety to the miraculous pool, and there were already two other necklaces and a choker, so… why not, right?

Anyway, why would this affect shipping? Uh, it’s kind of complicated, but basically the dragon and the snakes power-sets just balance each other now. The Dragon can’t make any mistakes or it’s game over, but the snake can give the dragon a second chance. Vise-versa the snake is usually an immediate target for enemies who know what it does, but does it’s best work when it goes unnoticed, and the dragon’s power can draw attention away from the snake and allow it to do it’s thing. So they kind of just naturally fall into a sort of partnership with each other in that sense. Luka’s character in this version is all about passive observance and helping out on the sidelines, while Kagami is about standing front and center and acting decisively. They just work too well. So, yeah… I don’t know. I’ll probably draw more art of them together sometime so I can show y’all why I think it’s a good idea.

Anyway, here’s Luka’s Viperion Concept page—

I gave him a rattle instead of a harp because… just because why not? Also he has all the piercings now, and they change to look different when he transforms. :)

[heartz4levi]

Hai hai!I loved ur transmasc till x reader headcanons so could i wanted to ask if u could do Transmasc Luka x Fem reader?^^

If this isnt rlly what you want to write than feel free to ignore this!!also remeber to take care of urself<3

baby, you and me are a twisted fantasy !

☆ thinking abt transmasc luka + edging . .

☆ luka (alnst) ,, fem reader . . combined with anon's request : fic where reader edges/teases luka? 👀 possibly? ,, dom!reader ,, sub!luka ,, edging (no shit??) ,, fingering (luka receiving) ,, luka is head over heels for reader as per usual ,, reader is sadistic in this one if you squint.

always so charismatic on stage, charming each viewer with just his pretty face alone. but the moment he even sees you through his peripheral, luka is putty in your hands.

he's the luckiest man alive to be yours — honestly, even if you hated his guts he would still follow you around like a hopeless puppy. but no, you've decided to take said hopeless puppy in, to shower him in bouts of love and adoration every day.

luka couldn't be more grateful. and what better way to express his gratitude than to let you toy with his leaking cunt whenever you feel the need to?

the soft, lazy kisses you press to his inner thighs leave him grounded. you're resting your head against his thigh, cheek smushed against his skin while your fingers work their magic on him. rubbing circles onto his sensitive clit, gathering all of the slick gathering up in one fell swoop, slipping two fingers inside of him and curling them up just right.

luka loves it. he loves you. and yet, at the same time, you're torturing him — maybe it was a bit foolish of him in retrospect, but luka expected a reward from you after being denied of his orgasm two or three times in a row. y'know, for behaving so well?

he fantasized that maybe you'd let him get a taste of your pussy, let him play with it after you wrecked his. or perhaps you'd let him cum, but you'd tell him to work for it beforehand and make him rub his leaking cunt all over yours, bringing the two of you to a simultaneous climax.

how naive of him. truly silly for getting his hopes up, for dreaming. you've been denying him of each orgasm for what might just be an hour now, and luka doubts that he can handle much more of this.

but as much as you love him, you can't bring yourself to show him mercy. he already is pretty, but he looks downright angelic like this — back arching off of the bedsheets, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, struggling not to squirm away from your touch.

luka keeps desperately calling out to you, chanting your name as if you're some sort of god that he's begging to get the attention of. his eyes are glossy, barely being able to restrain the tears that threaten to spill down his pale face in fat globs. he loves you to death, he really does but you are going to make him lose his mind.

he wants you to do something, anything. even just using your tongue on him works, telling him to make himself cum while you switch positions and hover your cunt right above his face, anything that's different from this method of tormenting him.

however, luka has yet to actually plead with you to switch things up. the words lie on the tip of his tongue but he refuses to let them slip out. this is what you wanted, and he agreed to it. he told you to do whatever you please with him until you are content, even if that means he'll be utterly spent and his cunt will be stuffed full by the end of the night.. or the start of the morning.

that is what keeps him going. sheer determination to not let you down, for you mean more than the world itself to him. this is one of the numerous extremes luka would go to exclusively for you.

so, if he's that pliant.. well then maybe you can get away with tearing more orgasms right out of his grasp just a few more times. until he breaks, that is.

what will happen when he breaks?

..there's only one way to find out.

[jimvasta]

Humans will eat anything

But maybe they shouldn't

"Susie, can I ask you a question? I need a human translation."

Susie smiled softly at the small feathered Craksol who reminded her so much of the bantam chickens that ran around the farm she grew up on. They had the small coloured plumage and bouncy stride, all for standing four feet tall and being highly intelligent spacefarers. "Go for it."

"One of the newcomers complimented me, they said I looked delicious," it always pleased Craksols to receive compliments, they worked hard to maintain their feathers. Preening was huge part of their social structure. "But I did not understand the next part. They said they 'have 11 herbs and spices and an air fryer with my name on.' I never exchanged titles with them and we are not at the stage of gifting, did I- Susie, is that your anger face? Why is your warrior waking? Susie?"

"Which of them said that?" Susie glowered at the new human crew lounging by the bar oblivious to the interest as they enjoyed their drinks.

"The one with long face hair."

Susie nodded. "Lukas."

Her fellow human, the towering male who made all the Craksols automatically nervous, had been silent during the exchange but was stood nearby. "I've got it. He'll have a zinger of a black eye when done with him."

"Whatever you do, just make sure it's original recipe regret."

The Craksol took a step back as they witnessed Lukas calmly walk over to his fellows, the first other humans they had seen in months, and swing a punch that knocked the man who gave the mysterious compliment to the ground. "What- Why-?"

"It's better if you don't know. You go back to the ship. Lukas and I need to give some etiquette lessons to the newbie astronauts."

[rainba]

Here it is... The fic where Luka kidnaps both his darling and Kairos.

TWs/tags: human furniture, dubcon, kidnapping, slight depiction of violence, pet play, NSFW, mind break, cucking (?), dark content, use of shock collars

Reader is GN, however, there is one paragraph where the reader is gendered. The asterisk* will mark the paragraph with afab reader, and the one in parenthesis is amab. :3c)

MDNI! 18+

In one previous post, I mentioned that Kairos and Luka do live in the same universe and city– and in a few other posts, I mentioned that they’d never share their darling. If one of them tries to kidnap darling, they’ll just report the other to the police. 

Then another idea came up, a way that Luka could circumvent that predicament: Luka figures that Kairos would instantly report him if he kidnapped his darling. So… In order to stop that from happening…

Luka would kidnap both you and Kairos.

Luka’s house is definitely big enough to keep both of you. In the beginning stages, he’ll keep Kairos locked up in the attic while he keeps you in the basement. The basement is much cozier– meanwhile the attic is all dusty, hot, and muggy.

Between you and Kairos, Luka will be much, much nicer to you. He’s (quite literally) obsessed with you, so of course you get the better treatment. He cooks your favorite meals and feeds them to you by hand. He gives you plenty of water and always showers you in attention– sometimes he’ll even place a TV down in the basement and let you watch random stuff. You know, just so you don’t get too bored. He wants you to feel at home–! When you learn to accept your new life, he’ll spoil you rotten.

But for Kairos..? Luka is absolutely brutal.

Luka will rub in the fact that he beat Kairos in “winning you.” He’s simply just the superior man– the superior partner. Luka loves you too much to ever let you go. After all, you're the only person that has ever made him feel anything at all. And he really drives in the fact that you belong to him, and that Kairos will never have the chance to even touch you.

Luka will walk circles around Kairos as he mocks him relentlessly.

“Nobody is looking for you.”

“You’re pathetic. Disgusting freak.”

“They’re all mine, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Kairos will scream, squirm, and cry as much as he possibly can– but nobody can hear him. Luka is right: nobody is looking for him. Kairos doesn’t have any family. He doesn’t have any friends. He’s stuck in this hell forever.

To keep Kairos alive, Luka gives him his leftovers. He dumps it onto the dirty ground and drags Kairos next to it, commanding him to “eat up.” Kairos is forced to pathetically writhe on the floor and eat without his hands– all because Luka refuses to untie him. As for water, Luka forces Kairos to drink out of a dog bowl.

Most of the time, Kairos can’t hear anything. Luka’s house is eerily quiet at night. And during the day, Kairos can sometimes hear the sounds of children laughing and playing outside, or he’ll just hear Luka casually going about his day as if there aren't two people locked up in his house.

It’s torturous.

Over time, Luka will get you to warm up to him– call it stockholm syndrome kicking in, if you will. Or maybe you already loved him and he just needed to build trust with you. Either way– you eventually upgrade from the basement to his bedroom. And that’s when things get infinitely worse for Kairos.

He’s not just listening to Luka going about his daily routine now– no, now he has to also listen to the two of you fucking multiple times a day. The way you’re moaning out another man's name… The sound of the bed creaking and banging against the wall… Kairos finds himself choking and sobbing as he’s stuck tied to the chair. Sometimes he starts to dissociate and pretends that he’s somewhere else.

Most of the time he pretends that the two of you just got married, and he’s playing out different scenarios of honeymoons in his head.

After a few more weeks or months go by, Luka will grow bored of keeping Kairos tied up in the attic. If he’s gonna keep a hostage, he might as well put them to good use. So what does he do with Kairos?

He uses him as human furniture. Forces him to also be a pet.

You’re horrified as you watch Kairos crawling around the house with a gag in his mouth and a leash attached to his throat. If Luka feels bold enough, he might even have the words “Luka’s Bitch” decorated on the collar. Oh– and it’s not just a regular collar, either. It’s a shock collar.

Any time Kairos acts out and disobeys Luka, he earns himself a shock so powerful that it causes him to seize and collapse onto the floor.

…This entire time, you thought it was just you in the house. You didn’t know there was another person. You’re not alone.

It makes your stomach churn.

And Luka encourages you to use Kairos as furniture as well. Use him as a footrest, use him as a table or a chair– do whatever.

Over time, deep down, incomprehensible and guilty thoughts begin to appear in Kairos’ mind. Things that made him once want to throw up now make him feel… Funny. He’s so happy that he gets to see your face again–!! He’s finally reunited with the love of his life, it’s just a shame it’s under such horrible circumstances.

Kairos doesn’t mind if you use him like furniture. It’s okay if you do it. But he loathes it when it’s Luka who’s using him.

The difference between you and Luka is like night and day. While Luka berates and degrades him, sometimes even depriving him of basic necessities, you always sneak around and give Kairos lots of love and extra food. 

Kairos always breaks down and cries in your arms when you show him kindness– he’s so very thankful for it. But be sure that Luka doesn’t catch you. If he sees you being sweet towards Kairos, he’ll harshly punish Kairos and then fuck you right in front of him. Every time.

Kairos always feels so pathetic as he's forced to watch you getting ravaged by Luka. The way you're moaning under his touch... The hot, sticky sound of Luka's cock sliding in and out of you... All of this happening while Kairos is tied down and unable to do a thing. He's so fucking hard, and there's nothing there to relieve him. Luka punishes Kairos if he dares to look away.

In order to gain more privileges, both you and Kairos need to work to gain Luka’s favor. If the both of you prove that you’re capable of being trusted, he might give you more freedom. He’ll let you look out the windows every now and then– might even let you use the kitchen. He's much more open to giving you privileges than he is to giving Kairos any.

Except, of course, he always hides all of the sharp objects in the house. He doesn’t want you two to have access to weapons. And if you try to poison him even once, he’ll immediately make the kitchen permanently off limits when he's not around to watch you.

Also, over time, another funny thing happens. Luka doesn’t really like punishing you outside of sex- he'd much rather shower you in rewards. He’d rather save the roughness and punishments for more intimate settings. After all, he’s trying to earn your love– not make you hate him. So, what does he do instead?

Every time you act up, he’ll drag Kairos by his leash and punish him in your stead. After all, he knows that you care about Kairos and his wellbeing, so he uses that against you.

Oh, you just tried to break out of the house? You tried to poison Luka? Well, that deserves a proper punishment. Luka will tie you to a chair and force you to watch as he brutalizes Kairos. Whips him with a belt, kicks him in the stomach, takes away his food privileges for the next 48 hours... It’s horrible.

And in a way… This would cause Kairos to start policing you, too. Which is exactly what Luka wants. Kairos really, really doesn’t want to get punished. I mean, deep down, he’s absolutely happy that he gets to take the beating instead of you– it’s like he’s your hero!! …In some weird and twisted sense. But also, he really doesn’t want to get punished, so… Please don’t act out.

However, when the months keep rolling in, Luka will slowly warm up to Kairos. All of the punishments will grow less severe– and sometimes, Luka just lets you all off with a warning. It’s obvious that a big change has happened when instead of Luka just fucking you in front of Kairos, he lets him join in on the fun.

Except Luka doesn’t really want to touch him– so, he’ll let you touch Kairos instead. It’s what Kairos always wanted– Right?

Kairos should thank him. 

Luka will tie his arms behind his back and keep him firmly locked to a chair, completely naked. Kairos feels so ashamed that he’s hard– but god, he can’t help it. He’s so excited to finally be able to touch you, his darling, the person that should’ve always been his–!

And Luka will make sure it’s enjoyable for everyone. Luka will strip you of your clothes, but he might put you in a cute pair of thigh highs, just for the fun of it. Luka will grab you by your hair and push your face into Kairos’ lap as he utters one phrase, “suck it.”

You’ll do as you’re told– you don’t have much of a choice. Kairos’ eyes instantly light up as you wrap your lips around his sensitive cock.

Finally– his dreams are coming true…! 

Sort of.

As you suck him off, Luka will lift your ass into the air and he’ll fuck your tight hole. He’ll keep his right hand on your hip while his left hand grabs the back of your head, lacing his fingers into your hair. He doesn’t care if you can barely breathe– he’ll shove your head all the way down on Kairos’ dick as he bottoms out inside of you. Occasionally, he’ll lift your head up and lean in to kiss you on the lips.

It’s all so hot– but ultimately, it’s all for you and himself. Luka will always make sure you cum, that’s his top priority. His second priority is to make sure he gets to fill you up. As for Kairos? Well… Luka doesn’t care all that much.

If Kairos doesn’t cum? That’s too bad. It’s Kairos’ own fault that he didn’t come undone. But if he does cum? That’s alright too. 

However, don’t expect Luka to make you stop sucking. Kairos will be squirming in his chair whining like crazy as you overstimulate him, his body trembling from the sensation, but you can’t stop until Luka says you can stop.

The second scenario is much more likely to happen than the first. The moment Kairos looks down and sees your fucked-out face choking on his length… He’ll cum right on the spot– every single time, without fail.

After the first instance of Luka letting Kairos join in the sex, he earns a lot more privileges. He can finally sleep in the same room as you two–!! But he’s not really allowed to rest on the bed. He’ll be forced to curl up and sleep on the floor– but hey, it beats the attic any day, right?

Luka also takes off Kairos' shock collar. Since Kairos has proved himself to be a good boy, he's now allowed to roam around freely. Hell, sometimes Luka will pet Kairos and give him some praise. It... Makes Kairos feel strange, but in a good way.

Kairos is also now allowed to cuddle you sometimes. When you’re simply sitting on the couch and trying to relax, Kairos will immediately hurry over to your side and rest his head in your lap– desperate to feel even an ounce of affection from you. He might ask you to stroke his hair and kiss the bruises Luka left on his skin.

* If Luka is at work and Kairos knows there’s no cameras around, he might beg to suck on your tits– you know, for comfort reasons! It would really make him happy to have them in his mouth– it would be therapeutic, even.

((And if you’re a guy, Kairos will instead beg to frot you. While it’s a lot more dangerous and the punishment for getting caught is heavy, Kairos is willing to risk it all. Don’t worry–! You can just sit there and relax; Kairos will be the one doing all the work with his hand.))

You know how stressful and traumatizing this whole situation has been for him… He needs to be comforted so badly… So.. Pretty please?

In some sick and twisted way, over time, Kairos grows to like the way things are– perhaps his mind does this as a way to cope. He tries his hardest to find all the positives in living this kind of life:

> He gets to spend every minute of every day with you!

> He doesn’t have to worry about talking to strangers.

> He doesn’t have to work and maintain a job.

> He doesn’t have to cook and clean for himself.

The list goes on. Kairos gains all of these benefits, and all he has to do is give up most of his basic human rights and submit to another man…!

Okay, Kairos still admits that is pretty bad. But… At least he has you…! That’s all Kairos really cares about in the end!

For Luka? He’s satisfied with the way things are. Not only does he not have to worry about Kairos ratting him out to the police, but now he has both the love of his life right by his side and a fun little pet to take his stress out on. 

So… Everyone… Wins? In the end? ❤️

[jayaury]

Marrying the Maid

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Baron Lukas Instaf fell into his office chair with an audible groan.

Yes.

His office.

He had to keep reminding himself of that fact. To think, he would inherit the barony at a mere twenty years of age. It was quite a bit of pressure, he had to admit.

He found himself looking back at the imposing portrait hanging over the mantle of the fireplace. His father’s picture was of a grim, sullen man with dark hair and a face of hard, disapproving lines.

Lukas had inherited the man’s hair, if not his rough features. He was slimmer than his stocky father. Many said handsomer, and certainly younger. He flexed his hands on the arms of the chair uneasily and scanned the study. He didn’t much care for the decor. But that had always been his problem, as his father had frequently berated him. He was indecisive. Weak.

Well, Lukas had best start getting decisive. For this was his home now.

Well, mostly.

The door swung open with a bang. “Good morning master!”

He sat up sharply as a familiar figure bounced into the room. Clarissa, the family’s maid of two years, was a forceful personality in the house. She filled every room she stepped foot in with her presence and somewhat unconventional character. Lukas had no idea why his father had kept the boisterous redhead.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He had a good idea. Two of them, actually. Clarissa was bustier than some holstaurs. In fact, there were rumours that she was one of those bovine maidens, but had filed down her horns. Lukas wasn’t sure how much he believed that, but he did know that she did attend that new cow goddess church that was making waves. And she was unbelievably brash and forceful for a servant. Not to mention teasing. He’d often been at the receiving end of her attentions, leaving him flustered and annoyed.

And she was wearing scent again, he noticed with a sigh. Honestly, it seemed like every day she wore a new kind of perfume. The current one was jasmine, and was shockingly potent. Well, at least it was better than the rosemary she used to wear around his father. In fact, it was almost… pleasant.

“Clarissa!” he sighed, forcing himself not to stare at the maid’s impressive bust. “You-”

“Here with your tea!” she said, sliding the tray into place before him with a wink of her long lashes. “Starting off the morning well, as the big, strong baron should!”

“Clarissa, really. You can’t just-”

“Not to worry, my baron! There’s plenty of cream. I know how much you like it,” she added, picking up a pitcher and pouring a generous helping into his cup. “And you’ll need it today! Because we have quite a bit of work to do.”

In the midst of tidying his papers, Lukas paused. “We do?”

“Of course, my lord! Now that you are baron, we must decide on your betrothed.”

“M-my what!”

“And I have them right here!” Clarissa chimed, lifting a folder out from some hidden recess of her scandalously short skirt (it had to be custom. No other maid in the estate had such a revealingly tight uniform). “Shall we take a look, my baron?”

“Wh… Hold on now, I can’t just-”

“My baron!” Clarissa cried in mock horror. “Surely you realize the importance in choosing your bride? The barony cannot be left without a mistress. Not only for the hard work running the estate, but also the vital work of carrying on the family line! Which means we must choose the most ample, breedable, lovely wife for you.”

“B-breedable? Clarissa! That is-”

“Not to worry, my baron. I’m sure you can manage that. Why, any woman would consider herself lucky to be bent over your table as you thrust home, stuffing her full of your droit de seigneur.”

Lukas’s face burned as it always did whenever Clarissa got going like this. Not to say she was wrong, unfortunately. She was absolutely right. He did need to get married, but it still seemed so early to be shopping for a bride. “Clarissa, really. I-”

“Early to start, my baron! We must be. Once word gets out that Baron Instaf is not only single, but such an adorable, impressive, handsome piece of stud meat, why, we’ll be besieged by eligible young ladies looking to have you mount them like a prized mare! And whichever does will be lucky to have you. Take my word for it!”

“Clarissa! This is… that sort of talk is hardly-”

“You’re so right, my baron. Here I am, chattering away, and you haven’t even gotten a chance to look at the choices! Let’s take a look at the candidates, shall we?”

Lukas sighed, finally giving up. It was near impossible to stop Clarissa once she set her mind to something, though by gods he would soon. He’d have to talk to the head butler about firing her. She treated him far too casually. But for now, he supposed the best thing was just to get this business with the portraits over with.

“Fine,” he said. “Let’s take a look…”

“How wise, my dear baron,” Clarissa chirped merrily as she opened the folder to the first page, propping it up just underneath her immense bosom.

Lukas cleared his throat, forcing himself to look at the portrait and not the impressive pair of breasts just above it. “And this is…”

“Mirria Mable. Daughter of a lord in the southern country. Quite the pick specimen. An attractive if air headed young thing. Pretty, but not terribly bright. And not nearly as endowed as me, hm?”

“Clarissa! That’s hardly appropriate,” Lukas said, though he had to admit it was true, and his eyes did quickly steal a glance at Clarissa’s chest as if just to make sure of that. Gods, the room felt suffocating in the perfume she wore. He should open a window, though the scent wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it was a bit… soothing.

Clarissa giggled. “Very true, my baron. We cannot judge a woman less blessed than myself in that respect. Some of us were merely born with a generous bosom. Perfect to lay one’s head upon.”

Lukas rolled his eyes, but felt his cheeks warm at the thought. “I ah… Well, what about the others?”

“The others? Of course, my lord,” Clarissa said, turning the page, her chest bouncing as she did so.

The sight made Lukas realize quite suddenly his mouth was very dry. With haste, he picked up a teacup and took a sip. Mm. Normally he wasn’t a big fan of cream in his tea, but wherever Clarissa got hers, it was delicious.

“Now then,” Clarissa said. “Lady Blumen from the duchy of Clausen seems like a perfect match for you. Nearly as busty as I am, and I know how important that is for you, my baron.”

“Not that important…” he mumbled.

“Ho ho!” Clarissa laughed, the throaty mirth making her breasts bounce most distractingly in her tight top. “How droll you are, my baron! But I know how much you value an impressive pair of breasts. You can barely keep your eyes off mine!”

Lukas flushed again, realizing he had been staring at her chest. He hastily took another sip of tea. Gods, he was feeling a bit light headed. “I ah… What else is there about her?”

“Why, only that she is something of a black widow, my baron. A nasty piece of work. She delights in wedding rich men, then crushing them beneath her heel. Nitpicking them until they don’t dare breathe without her approval. And what a cruel thing, my baron! Why, she cannot understand true love. The love of a good husband willing to do anything for his darling wife. Adore you. Worship her! She’s only in it for the quick cash! No sense of adoring her new spouse like the good boy he is.”

“S-sorry. Good boy?” Lukas said.

Clarissa giggled, her long lashes fluttering again. “Oh yes, my baron. A husband must be assured what a good boy he is. What a good, obedient, lovey dovey dummy he is to his beloved wife. Otherwise, he might get the most silly ideas in his head.”

Lukas felt his cheeks redden at the degrading words, even if they weren’t addressed to him. And he found his eyes looking at Clarissa’s breasts again. Big and soft. The subtle heave as she breathed. Or rather, the not so subtle. Looked like she was as into the discussion as he was.

“Er, right. Sure,” Lukas said, taking another sip of tea, sinking back into his seat with a sigh. “So, not her.”

“Oh no, my baron. You deserve so much better. So much bustier! So much more loving and adoring. A sweet wife who would show you what a good boy you are. Who would let you adore her like the happy, dopey husband you were always meant to be.”

“Er, yes. Yes. But uh… Who is the next one?”

“Oh yes, my baron. That would be the Countess Francesca,” Clarissa said, turning the next page. “But she wouldn’t make an appropriate wife for you either my lord.”

“Hm?” Lukas said, taking another sip, barely paying attention as he watched Clarissa’s breasts bounce. “She wouldn’t? Why… why not?”

“Oh my baron! Why, she does not want children.”

“O-oh,” Lukas said as he took another long drink of his tea. “Yes, that might… might be a problem. Need an heir…”

“Oh no, my baron. Not just one.”

“S-sorry?”

Clarissa gave him a knowing look. “Why, my dear baron, your wife must bear you many children! A dozen at least. A dozen happy, lovely children. Your wife needs to be very eager to take your virile seed. Because I know, my dear baron, that you’re far too much a stud to be satisfied with just one child. That you would like nothing more than to breed your beloved wife at every opportunity. To make her breasts so big… so heavy… so creamy and soft that you can’t help but play with them and kiss them every night.”

Lukas stared at her breasts. Gods, he could imagine it. Imagine those breasts bouncing. Heaving. Wobbling and Clarissa positively glowing from… from…

But… but no. He… he needed to only think of… of his wife like that. Yes. Only his wife. His beloved wife, whoever… whoever it turned out to be.

“I uh…”

“Oh dear, my baron,” Clarissa sighed, closing the folder dramatically, crossing her arms beneath her jiggling bust. “This just won’t do! It seems like there isn’t a noble woman in the land who can satisfy all your needs. A woman so busty. So loving. So beautiful and fertile to satisfy your very high standards.”

“I… y-yes. No one…”

“Oh!” Clarissa suddenly said, brightening visibly. “But then, of course! How silly of me. I didn’t think of that at all! Why, you don’t need a noblewoman for your wife.”

“I… I don’t?” Lukas said, frowning a little, brow wrinkling in concentration. Didn’t he? He was under the impression that was important…

“Oh no, my beloved baron,” Clarissa cooed as she planted her hands on the table, climbing onto it and crawling towards him, pendulous breasts swaying teasingly, her eyes hot, molten with something that made Lukas’s pulse quicken and pound. “Not at all. Why, if the noble stock isn’t up to the standards, then we must simply find another who is. One who is capable of seeing the greatness in you. The handsomeness. The virile… powerful… studliness in you.”

Lukas found himself instinctively retreating, pressing into the back of his chair, watching his maid move towards him like a she-wolf on the hunt. “Wh-who?”

“Now that is the question, isn’t it, my baron,” Clarissa giggled, straightening so she was kneeling on the desk in front of him, her hands cupping her breasts, fondling and massaging them teasingly. “She’d have to know your domain inside and out. She’d have to have every servant in the house already under her thumb. She’d have to know the ways you love things done. She’d have to be so pretty… so clever… so very… very… busty that you just couldn’t say no to her. Every idea she had would just seem like the bestest idea ever. Oops! Did I say breastest?”

“D-did you?” Lukas said, fairly drooling as he watched her bounce and mold her breasts together.

“Maybe I should have, hmm?” Clarissa said. “Because I know how much my baron loves breasts. Big… bouncy… soft breasts. That’s why I know he’ll make the right choice. I know he’ll decide on exactly the right person to be his baroness. To be his loving wife. His devoted mistress. His gorgeous… bouncy… beautiful bride. But who, my baron? Who is busty and smart and beautiful enough for that.”

“Wh-who?” Lukas gasped.

“Think hard, my baron,” Clarissa crooned.

Lukas tried to. He really did. But his mind just didn’t seem to want to cooperate. Every thought he had swirled and squished and bounced and wobbled like Clarissa’s breasts. He whimpered, biting his lower lip, trembling with need as his maid continued to massage her breasts, her buttons straining against her ample tit flesh until… until…

“Mmmm,” Clarissa moaned, tearing open the front of her uniform, her ample, pale breasts spilling into the open. Bouncing with heavy softness. Nipples dark accents to their creamy slopes.

Lukas gasped, jolting like from a physical blow as her breasts bounced free.

“Whoops!” Clarissa giggled. “Did I do that?”

“Y-you… you…” Lukas stammered.

Clarissa’s smile widened. “Me, my lord?” she said coyly. “You want me to be your gorgeous baroness?”

Lukas blinked blankly, his sloshing thoughts struggling. “I…”

“Well, it is true, my lord,” Clarissa cooed, her leg extending, foot pressing against his chest and pushing him and his chair back with a squeak. “I am so very smart. So very beautiful. So very…” she breathed, sliding off the desk, into his lap, Lukas groaning as her weight settled on the hardness of his tenting cock. “Very…” Clarissa moaned as she leaned forward, her ample titflesh pressing against his face. “...Busty…”

Lukas shuddered, inhaling, breathing in the heady scent of Clarissa’s breasts and body. A scent so potent and strong it made his toes curl. Sweet. Heavy and wonderful. Something so real. So potent. The jasmine stuffing his nose. Suffocating his thoughts. And with… with just a faint hint of cream…

“Oh, but whatever would society say,” Clarissa groaned, her hips rocking, rubbing herself upon his thick cock, making Lukas moan and pant under her as his cock throbbed with need. As her breasts squished his face between them and Clarissa’s weight ground him under her. “They might say such terrible things…”

“Ohhhh,” Lukas groaned.

“You’re so right, my baron,” Clarissa giggled. “True love overcomes all odds. And oh, but you do love me, my baron. You do love my big… soft… breasts. And I love you. Loved you so much I tried all sorts of alraune perfumes before I found the one that just. Makes. You. Melt.”

“Mmmm,” Lukas moaned as he inhaled deeply.

“And you love my wonderful, clever mind, don’t you?” Clarissa cooed as she gave her breasts a bounce, swirling his thoughts again to a lather. “So smart to think of buying that holstaur cream for your tea. So clever to know how malleable it makes a good boy. How needy and aroused by big breasts it makes him. How adoring and dumb. How needy and horny and obedient.

“But there is something bigger than my breasts, my baron,” Clarissa moaned as she squeezed her tits around his head. “Oh yes! Believe it. And that is my warm, adoring heart. Perfectly made for my darling baron. Utterly devoted to him. Because I know, my beloved baron, how haaaaard it is for you to think with me around. How distracted you get from a big… soft… pair of breasts. How hard it is for you to rule. You’re not suited for it, my lord. You’re just suited to be a lovey dovey bimbo. A perfect, obedient stud to your darling wife. And oh, my baron, do you really want me? Do you really need me?”

Lukas whimpered beneath his maid, his mind whirling. Drunk on lust and love and heavenly cream and her body. His hands trembled as they touched her, stroking her hips and rump. Touching her back and causing Clarissa to lean forward and bounce teasingly atop him, his chair creaking.

“Oh my baron. If you begged me, then, well, maybe,” Clarissa giggled. “If you told me how much you loved me, how much you need me, then maybe I’d believe you. Maybe I could be convinced to make you my adoring husband. My sweet, brainless stud of a man who’d do anything his busty wife said. Shall we try, my baron?”

“Mmmm,” Lukas moaned into her breasts.

“Let’s,” Clarissa crooned.

Lukas gasped as her breasts came off his face. He blinked dully as he found Clarissa smiling down at him, gaze smoldering and smirk hot with desire.

“I…” Lukas said.

“I want you, my baron,” Clarissa breathed. “Don’t you want me too?”

The note of hot passion in her tone dashed any effort of resistance from him. Lukas’s mouth trembled and he nodded, the truth escaping him in a panting gasp.

“Y-yes,” he said. “W-want you.”

“Do you, my baron?” Clarissa cooed as her hips rose, her hands teased down his chest and to his crotch, Lukas gasping as her fingers played with his bulge, undoing his zipper. “Do you want to fuck your beautiful bride? Propose to her and fuck her and breed her glorious pussy?”

“Y-yes!” Lukas whimpered, his cock springing into the open, a shock of pure ecstasy surging through him as her fingers wrapped around his length. “C-Clarissa, I… I…”

“Oh my baron,” Clarissa giggled, leaning in closer, her molten eyes hot, her rouged lips soft, enunciating every word as he felt his cock guided under the tickling hem of her skirt, brush the smooth skin of her inner thigh, drawn towards the heat of her naked pussy. “Just say… I do.”

“I… I… d-dooooo!” Lukas groaned, head falling back as Clarissa’s body eased down, his cock swallowed in the warm tightness of her pussy. His face buried again under the buxom softness of her ample tits.

“Mmmmm!” Clarissa moaned, her hips rocking, riding her atop his cock with slow, passionate motions that sent throbbing ecstasy radiating through his body and manhood. “Ohhhh my baaaaron! Yes! Yes! I will! I’ll be your baroness! I’ll be your gorgeous wife! Your perfect lover! Your loving, breedable bride. Ah. Ah! Oh goddess yes! Fuck me! Fill me with your cock!”

Lukas groaned beneath her, his lips kissing and licking her breasts, lost in the creamy valley of her tits, trapped in the ecstasy of her figure and the seemingly endless ampleness of her bouncy breasts. His cock throbbed in her, squeezed by her adoring inner walls. Heat consumed him. Pleasure subsumed him.

It was so good. So perfect. He couldn’t break free. Couldn’t resist. The need to cum surged within him. Devoured him. Urged him towards the inevitability of climax. He panted, gasping, moaning under her.

“Yes!” Clarissa gasped. “Oh my baron! Oh my husband! Yes! Fuck me! Fill me! Stuff me full of your cum! Ohhhhh my baron! I neeeed it! Need your mnnn! Your cum! Ah. Yes. Yes! Cum in me, Lukas. Cum in your bride! Fuck me! Breed me! Now! Breed me… nooooow!”

Her voice rose, a crescendo of shameless pleasure, her inner walls tightening, flexing, squeezing his cock with the glory of her peak. As her breasts shuddered around his head, Lukas cried out, surrendering to her pleasure, his cock throbbing, his balls tightening.

And he came.

Blessed release seemed to burst within him. Sear him. Devour him. His cock surrendered to her, filling her in sharp bursts of heady pleasure.

Lukas moaned, lost in her breasts. Lost in the pleasure. Floating in a sea of creamy ecstasy and delight, his mind sinking under waves of soft, bouncy bliss.

Atop him, Clarissa cooed, giggling as she felt him sag, lost beneath her breasts. Her arms wrapped around her new husband’s head, pulling him deeper into her bosom as she looked about the study. Ugh. Such depressing decoration. She’d have to get it cleaned out. And the room would make such a lovely nursery too.

She giggled, admiring the dazed expression of her former master as she smothered him beneath her breasts. She couldn’t wait for the wedding. Especially since she promised that holstaur priestess and her alraune friend they could be her bridesmaids. After all, when one was looking for a husband, one needed a foot in the door. And she just knew her beloved betrothed had some friends in need of busty, brainwashing brides.

Clarissa hummed contentedly, lazily rocking her hips, feeling Lukas’s cock stir anew within her, ready for round two.

Mmm.

All too easy for a clever, busty girl like her…

[kittenscookie]

Camp mom Luke, where things get so bad he just starts crying one day while trying to comfort a Demi god

This man is literally carrying camp half bloods financial situation, taking care of the campers, making sure cabins are clean, making sure everything is fine

While he’s doing that he’s trying to also manage the titan army- keeping monsters and Demi gods from fighting, doing even more financial work and now along with even more things and having to deal with Kronos in his head

So one day it’s just like, four campers trying to climb on him, Travis and Connor won’t stop playing pranks, Clarisse is trying to fight Percy so he’s holding her back, and Dionysus comes up like

Dionysus: “hey Lukas or what ever your name is, do this reallyyy quick” and it’s Olympus fucking financial situation

Luke: “…” Luke just starts crying, like full on sobs. The camp has no idea what to do because Luke’s never cried before so there all panicking

He'd woke up that day knowing it was going to be terrible. Sofie was still sick so she was gonna be clingy, capture the flag was yesterday and Ares cabin had lost meaning Clarisse was probably in a foul mood, and Thalia was still visiting camp. To top it all of his head was fucking killing him, and Chris and Connor wouldn't stop screaming at each other. Luke cringed, that was easy enough to deal with, "Yo shut the FUCK UP!" Blessed silence. He'd groaned into his hands and climbed out his bunk knowing the day wasn't going to get any better. It didn't.

It was barely 12 pm and the blonde had already had to break up three fights, only made more difficult with Sofia on his hip. Her fever had spiked in the night so she had to be close to him so he could monitor her temperature. He'd forgotten to account for something though, the other littles always got jealous when he paid any one kid more attention no matter the reason. What this meant was he had three other children tugging at him and desperate for attention. Maybe he could have handled it any other day but his head was still pounding, the kids were being so loud, so his patience was stretched thin...

"Luke!"

"JO—!" He caught himself, flinching at his tone in time with the little boy yanking on his pant leg. Carefully, he plucked little fingers from him jeans before bringing his hand back up to rub at his temples. "Joseph please, I've got a really bad headache. I need you all to use your inside voices okay?"

Tiny murmurs of acknowledgement and apology from both the boy and the other children. Luke almost sighed in relief but then he saw Clarisse and Percy arguing, both teens getting both louder as it continued. He let out a sound akin to a growl. Before he knew it he had the back of the teens shirt in an iron grip. The girl shouted, about to begin cursing before she saw who exactly it was that grabbed her.

The blood drained from her face, "I wasn't—!"

The man's face twisted into a grimace, scar tugging at his lip uncomfortably "Yes, yes you were, my god—you're fifteen Clarisse! You're too damn old to be throwing god forsaken tantrums like this—!"

"Luke?"

"What!?"

Chris jumped back, one hand a little in front of him a stack of paper in the other. He didn't speak for a few seconds, taking in his brother's appearance. His face shrunk with concern before he eventually shook his head, "We're over budget".

"Excuse me?" He let go of Clarisse's shirt to snatch the papers out of his younger brother's hands, bouncing Sofia a bit when she made a noise of discomfort. "Which side—?"

"Both".

Luke took a sharp intake, breathing picking up, head throbbing. He gave a quick glance at the children surrounding them before mouthing the word bullshit. Chris just shook his head and shrugged, just as confused as he was "I don't even know man! I don't even know!" He was about to say something when he caught one of the middle school aged boys push another child out the corner of his eye.

"Walker!" The boy jumped, "Cabin seven, now!" Before the boy could retort Luke cut him off firmly, "NOW!" Walker groaned and slammed a foot into the ground but walked back to his cabin.

"Luke?" His head snapped towards the voice. Percy was staring at him with an expression he couldn't name—he was sure he'd seen it before though, directed at other people, never him. Green eyes shifted off to the side for a brief moment before focusing back on him. The teen took a hesitant step closer, "...Are you okay?"

"...What...?" The tension in his face melted into confusion because what? He couldn't even remember the last time anyone had asked him that. He couldn't even answer, gapping like a fish and frozen like a deer.

"Luca!"

Everything turned to static. D was walking towards him, papers in hand, no doubt about to pass off his work on to him. The god's mouth was moving but Luke couldn't register the words—couldn't hear anything really. It was getting hard to see too, his vision going a mix of blurry and warped. His legs trembled but he managed to keep himself up, he couldn't fall over—not with one of his kids in his arms. He managed to hear someone whimper but couldn't tell from where.

"...Is he crying...?"

The next few moments were a blur. Someone tugged the forms from his hands, then they took Sofia out of his arms despite his protest. The next thing he knew he was being dragged gods knew were. The sound of sobbing followed him but he couldn't tell from where. Firm hands pushed on his shoulders, forcing him to sit down. It was only then he noticed the damp spots on his shirt, he brought a hand up to his face and it came back wet. Oh, it was him, well that explained why his throat felt so raw.

Luke took a lot longer to calm down than he'd like to admit. Hacking and coughing as his tears finally calmed down enough to see that he was in some clearing. He turned to his side and saw Percy staring at him with that same unknown expression—a little bit of pity mixed in there.

"...You wanna talk about it?" He shook his head, the teen gave a short nod. "Alright..."

[fr33time]

Tkdb characters with reader whose similar to Luka from alien stage? Like having chronic illness and purple fingertips, and taking breathing test so their sickness wouldn't get in the way

Omg yes, this request reminded me that I had to rewatch alien stage. The latest episode was diabolical omg 😭 After watching it all I can 100% say I love clematis and blinked gone because both of them are bangers. So I searched it up and apparently Luka has an illness that is or similar to Congential heart disease so I wrote these headcanons with that in mind. I’m going to split this request into different posts that separate the houses so I’m not stressed. I wrote these as romantic, but I tried to make it general enough so that they don’t have to be. Have a lovely night! ✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧

Divider credits: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

-TKDB with a reader that has a chronic illness similar to Luka- (ALNST)🦋

Pt. 1 (here), Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4, Pt. 5

Ft. Frostheim

hurt/comfort(?), headcanons Requesting rules here! (Read before requesting)

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♡Jin

The things that Jin does for you. Since he has so much money he makes sure that you have whatever you need. He’ll provide you with medications, medical equipment, doctor's visits, everything! He even hires a doctor to be on standby when you need to be checked on. He will pay the best money to ensure you’re healthy.

He sits down with you to check on your breathing. He doesn’t say a word, he just grabs the oximeter and puts it on your finger until it tells you your oxygen levels. He handles you with a lot of care during these moments, he’s never rough with you but his “I don't care” personality fades away when he’s taking care of you.

If you need a break he finds a place to sit down, he’s made people move from sitting areas just so you can sit down. He grabs your hand and holds it in his own. Periodically he looks down to look at your fingertips to make sure the purple isn’t too deep.

-★-

♡Tohma

This man has set alarms to check if you’re doing alright. He doesn’t have money as Jin does, but he will ask for a few “favours” from people to get the necessary items. 

It’s cold in frostheim so whenever you visit he has extra blankets, gloves, heating packs, and tea waiting for you. He understands that low oxygen levels in the blood mean you’re more prone to being cold, he can’t have you freezing now can he? How can he consider himself a gentleman if he left you like that.

I’m ngl. I think he would be like a helicopter, always checking on you and keeping tabs on where you are to make sure you’re… safe. He will never let you see him, though. He’s always far away and kept hidden. He’s not on you 24/7, though. He stops at one point because he has to remind himself that you can take care of yourself and that you’ll call him when you need him.

-★-

♡Lucas

Another person sets alarms to check if you’re fine. He’s more insistent on your safety and health, so he’s very outspoken about his concerns. Anyone who dares ignore your accommodations will get a stern talking to.

He showers you with practical gifts to make your daily life better. Of course, he gets you small gifts time to time, but he thinks that the best gifts are ones that you will use all the time. He will be BEAMING if he sees you use a gift that he got you, it validates that he knows you well.

He tried to keep you physically active, with advice from a doctor of course. It doesn’t need to be that much, but he’ll be encouraging all the way.

He watches your health like a hawk, he needs to make sure everything is done properly. It’s a little overbearing, but he means the best. He cares about you so much, if it’s within his power then he will make sure you’re safe because he absolutely cannot lose you. If you have an issue with it, he will be a bit more lenient in the future.

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♡Kaito

He’s way too careful to the point where he treats you like glass. It comes in handy most of the time, but he will not let you do anything. It takes a few times of you telling him that you aren’t helpless when he calms down a bit, he learns your needs over time and changes his methods according to that.

Kaito knows how to bake, but he isn’t sure about cooking. He’s afraid to ask Sho how to cook but you need to have food that’s safe for you, and he wants it to be tasty as well. He’ll pour his heart out to learn how to cook, he refuses to make you eat something that you find gross.

He doesn’t think that he helps you out enough even though he learns what calms you down so that you aren’t stressed. It makes him stressed to think about what could potentially stress you out! He tries his damndest to create a stress-free environment for you, he may need to check his own heart because I think he’s a teensy bit high-strung.

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[rtv-puzzlevision-studios]

☆ THE RTV!PUZZLEVISION TOUR [Part 1]

Participants actions:

NickNack

Grinnames

Marie

Lily

Loyboo

Nira

Becky

Lari

Messy

Nia

Luka

Creature

Aspen

Crystal

The Scammer

Orion

Raya

Harley

Vex

Bunnybot, Sci, Director

I tried my best to reference as much characters as possible, but couldn’t include all due to it a) sounding to cluttered and b) me already reaching 5+ pages of writing. If your character wasn’t referenced this time, there will be a higher chance I will in the next. If you interact with any of my characters, I will absolutely reference them ofc lol

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While they waited for the voting to be concluded, Lucian took the chance to assign roles to his fellow security team.

“Alright guys. Let’s keep an eye from all sides.”, he turned to Chris and Swag, gesturing to the side. “Chris, you go on the right side, Swag on the left, I keep an eye on the back.”

“Roger that, captain.”, Chris replied, earning a snicker from Swag.

“What?”

“So professional…~”, Swag teased, but quickled yelped when he was slapped on his neck.

“Oh, shut it! At least I try!”, Chris growled, before grabbing his partner along by the ear to their assigned positions.

Lucian watched the whole interaction with a loud sigh.

This was going to be a loooong day.

For a second he could see someone staring at him and he briefly turned his head to see a group of three standing a bit further away in the crowd, looking over at him.

One of them had a shocking resemblance to a member of the Administration Department, but Lucian knew that Bunnybot wasn’t on shift. 

Meaning this was a doppelganger.

Trippy as hell.

The other person at the side, the one with  fish features, wasn’t one he recognized, but they looked much more relaxed about this whole event than the man in the middle.

The soul-piercing stare Lucian was thrown from behind the glasses first reminded him of his good old boss.

What did he ever do to that guy?

…now that he considered it, how high were the chances that someone related to his past victims came here?

The object head was so focused on the studio security that he didn’t consider his own.

Ah well, Wr3n probably took care of it.

Probably…?

Well, since he was already assigning stuff…

Turning around, he scanned the area, until he found the member of the medical department standing at the side.

One person as medical aid was a tad little, but then again, they weren’t exactly counting on a stampede.

Still, Lucian was expecting at least one person to fall victim to the stairs today.

No need to reassign her though, she was quite good where she stood already.

Giving her a slight wave, his head spelling a small [Hey.], he then walked over to Nicknack who was still standing on the side.

Was she on his troublemaker list?

Maybe.

Was that the reason he joined her right now?

Not really, he just felt better standing to someone who was just as enthusiastic as him over the event.

“Tell me you want a coffee and I will get Karen to bring you one.”, he offered, putting his hand on his belt as he kept observing the crowd. “Then again, you may need something that calms your nerves, because he’s gonna yap a lot today.”

His head briefly showcased an arrow pointing into RTV’s direction, before switching back to text.

“Ya ya! The Art Department!! Oooooo!! That's where basically all my questions lie~!!! I can't wait to see Stars inspiration, own art works, who works there and what they do-!”

His attention was briefly diverted over to the white haired creature with sketchbook in hand who he had previously tried to gently push forward close towards the group with the result of his hand phasing right through.

A minor problem in case they ever decided to become problematic though he highly doubted it.

Looking at the way they shrunk as they realized how loud they had spoken out, they were even too shy to even step somewhat out of line.

A ping from his phone.

Wr3n.

Boss doesn’t like this one.

Huh, he wondered why.

Well, Lucian didn’t care if RTV liked someone or not.

In fact he knew that the guy had problems with several people in this group or rather the ones they were sent by.

He wasn’t about to let that cloud his judgement.

If he was already forced to do this job then he would only do it when he’s actually required to.

So far people were behaving quite well.

He could see people watch either in interes or make their way through the crowd.

Nothing unusual happening.

Ping!

Got one looking at the cameras and exits.

Lucian looked to the side where the cameras were located, spotting a woman with a cap taking a peek at the cameras and then the nearest doors.

Suspicious, but maybe they are wondering about the amount of security?

Possible :P I just report what I see, partner!

Swag and Chris meanwhile had parted ways, taking their position on either side of the crowd.

Swag was standing next to the wall that showcased the Puzzlevision movies, while Chris observed the people from the side entrance on the opposite side near the staircase.

“No touching.”, Swag warned one of the people near the movie posters who he had heard muttering something. They wore a cap with the Puzzlevision logo on it, their hair tied into a ponytail.

“Nice as it looks to have at home, those are the first copies of these movie posters. If you steal those, the boss is gonna hunt you down personally.”, he joked, before giving the posters a slightly envious look behind his sunglasses. “Damn, I wish I had them though…”

He sighed, leaning back on the wall, before his gaze wandered over the rest of the crowd.

There was that girl again he nearly kicked out before and now that he looked closer she had a shocking resemblance to a certain other pain in his side called Harley.

Sure, the boss had been yapping before the event about something that included ignoring doppelgangers, Swag didn’t really listen.

Maybe he should have because why the hell did that brat have a twin and he never knew?!

He would properly question Harley on this the next time they met.

Lucky brat was off-shift today.

His partner meanwhile watched him from the corner of his one eye, before focusing back on his assignment.

Sometimes Swag gave Chris grey hair.

Honestly, it's a wonder they managed to stick together for so long.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Please, let Swag be on good behavior for once or the boss may actually kick his butt into the sun.

Moving aside he let a monochrome colored person with a small tophat pass by.

His eye narrowed for a second at the eerie smile on their face, making a small note to keep an eye on them.

Then again, they weren’t the only crazy looking person here.

There was a cat-like purple creature with one eye for example that seemed to be currently exploring the lobby.

Then there was that maniacal looking girl with those weird red ribbons that seemed to have their own will.

Chris could have sworn she had heard her chuckle and talk to herself. Some damn weird fans.

For someone usually so picky the boss sure had picked a special bunch for this whole thing.

Looking up, Chris gave the TV head a quick glance.

Yep, still smiling.

When starting to work here, he had quickly discovered that smiling was Mr. Puzzle’s standard expression, but also did not represent his true mood at all.

It was a facade, one like every star had.

Love your fans all you want, but a peek inside the mind of the idol was a privilege only reserved for those truly close.

None of which were here.

RTV’s fingers tapped against the railing as he looked at the view from his high standpoint.

Voting time was over.

“THANK YOU ALL FOR VOTING!”, he now spoke up again, snapping his fingers so the result showed up on the big screen behind him on the wall. “LOOKS LIKE WE WILL GO TO THE ART DEPARTMENT FIRST!”

A decision he was just fine with actually.

Out of all departments, this one was the most manageable.

“IF YOU WOULD FOLLOW ME, PLEASE!”, he meant, now ascending the rest of the stairs. 

The Art Department was located on the second floor in the next building block, so RTV waited next to the staircase until everyone had managed to get up the stairs.

Should he warn them about the crooked steps?

…nah, they would be smart enough to avoid those.

“This is kinda empty for an art department, don’t ya think?”

The TV host’s head snapped into the direction of the comment, zeroing on an individual with glasses and a missing arm out of which cables still hung out.

Gee, that looked even worse than Tari’s and that whole Clench incident was a disaster already.

“Hold your horses.”, he now replied dryly, looking at his gloves in mild interest. “THIS is just the way to the department. Trust me, it’s the opposite from empty.”

Looking down he saw Lucian rounding up the last people, among them a cat-eared girl with black hair, another TV head with purple-white teeth and some mix of a robot and a fox-like creature who seemed to be searching for something.

“My dear leader, what shall we call you? Some, yes, are outsiders, but to keep manners in check, what shall we call you?”

This time the question came from another black haired woman with blue eyes.

She looked…rough.

RTV sighed internally.

Please don’t let her be sick, the last thing he needed was catching something.

“Well, for starters not THAT.”, he meant, slightly cringing at the title she gave him.

It made him sound like a dictator and he would rather not have people picking that up.

“Mr. Puzzles is just fine or if you have to…RTV.”, he begrudgingly allowed.

Almost everyone here was aware anyway and those who weren’t wouldn’t get the meaning behind that name.

“Mr. Puzzles is preferred though.”

Seeing that now everyone was up on the second floor, he raised his voice again.

“ALRIGHT! LET’S CONTINUE, SHALL WE?”

Moving on, he now led the group down the hallway past an elevator and a few offices to the second building block of the Studio.

“Block B includes the Social Media Department which is on the ground floor right BELOW the Art Department.”, RTV meanwhile explained, opening the door that connected both building blocks for the visitors. “A decision made as both departments often work CLOSELY together.”

Gesturing for them to move through, he then left the door open before stepping to the end of the hallway where a door now opened and another object head slipped through.

This one however was missing legs and instead floated over the ground, her head being a color picker that switched from color to color, her fingertips matching the current selected one.

“Oh, you’re already here!”, she exclaimed, excitement in her words as she stopped next to RTV. “Oh sh-should I introduce myself?”

RTV made a side gesture to her.

“Colores, head of our Art department and funny enough the younger SISTER of Lucian over there.”

He watched with slight satisfaction how Lucian tensed, before giving a small wave in Colores’ direction, shoulders slumping as Colores made no effort to return the gesture.

Awkward.

As far as he knew Lucian had decided to convince his sister into not taking part in the tour, a very poor decision as RTV and he both knew that his sister followed his orders blindly and wouldn’t let such an opportunity slide.

So now she was giving him the cold shoulder again.

Sibling drama, yada, yada.

“Well, as Mr. Puzzles has already told you, I’m in charge of this department. Ah- you know what? Just come into one of the studios!”

She waved them into the room behind her.

It was a big studio with several rows of seats each with their own pin boards and computer setups.

The walls and pin boards were plastered with sketches, motivational posters and design ideas.

“The Art Department is responsible for all the designs you see around the studio from merchandise to websites although the latter with the help of the Social Media Department! In general we always work closely together with other departments. For example also with the Film Department when it comes to ads!”, Colores now continued, raising a finger. “Among other things we also take care of the fanmail.”

RTV, who had been busy staring out a window, snapped around at that.

She chuckled, tugging on her collar.

“A lotta interesting things we’ve seen and read, I tell you. Some fans out there really can’t help but go the extra mile. In a good and sometimes also a weird sense.”

There was a clear grin in her voice, as she now turned to RTV again.

“Hah! Reminds me of that one time when a fan managed to slip through security somehow-”

“Ah, the one that proposed?”, Swag now jumped in much to RTV’s dismay, mockery clear in his voice. “Oh yeah, I remember that incident quite well. Had the ring and everything.”

RTV let out a forced chuckle at that, fiddling with his bowtie at the memory.

Not exactly a moment he wanted to remember.

“Not really sure what they tried to ACHIEVE…”, he muttered. “Except a one-word reply that was not “Yes.””

He quickly cleared his throat, turning back to the tour guests.

“Security was raised after THAT incident, mind you.”

“It sure as hell didn’t stop people from sending fan mail though.”, Colores went on, not noticing the strain to RTV’s smile as she started pulling a few boxes from under the table.

He should have put a purge order on those, goddamn it.

“These are filled with mail from Valentine’s day.”, she explained chipperly, knocking against the boxes. “We still have to go through the majority of them, but you won’t believe how much of those are fanfic-”

“AAAAAANYWAY-”, RTV interrupted loudly, now moving in front of Colored before she got the great idea of showing some of those letters off. “How about we MOVE ON, hm?~”

His smile had started filling up half of his screen again, a clear edge to it now.

Someone set her up to this, he just knew it.

RTV threw a suspicious glance over to Lucian whose head immediately displayed [Not me!].

Tsk, sure.

“Ah, of course! My bad, I got sidetracked…”, Colores meanwhile answered sheepishly, before moving on to a second table where stacks of plushies were piled up. “Well, I mentioned before that our department is responsible for the merch designs, so I thought: Hey, why not give something to you guys?”

With a swift motion, she picked up seven plushies, holding the seventh with her tail.

“Let’s see…we have plushies of all the cast members and Mr. Puzzles, of course! So that would be SMG3, Tari, Meggy, Boopkins, Saiko and Bob. I fear we have no Mario plushies as it would have been disrespectful given his…state.”

RTV held himself back from holding his eyes.

Colores had a talent of making things awkward, but since they were on the topic…

“If you want the Saiko and Bob plushies, I suggest you go for it, as they are now limited given that they are no longer part of the crew.”, he voiced, picking up two of them and throwing them towards  random participants.

In this case a girl with thick dark brown and messy hair and a shy looking girl with white and reddish hair.

He gestured to the table.

“So PLEASE, take one of your liking. Max is two.”

Folding his hands behind his back, he stepped to the side to make way.

Colores meanwhile stuffed the plushies as well in some random participant’s hands, before clasping her hands together while the people stepped past them.

“I practiced my speech a dozen times and still somehow messed up.”, she sighed. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable with the whole fanmail thing.”

The TV scoffed at that.

“No apologies NEEDED, since I know you weren’t the one with the idea.”

He pointed at the three security team members.

“Who do I need to SCOLD…?”

Colores laughed at that, tapping the tips of her wooden fingers together.

“None of them, actually. Animsay thought it would be funny. You know, before her vacation.”

She looked up now, scanning the room.

“That reminds me, wasn’t she supposed to get back today?”

“Mh-hm.”, RTV simply replied, hiding the annoyance behind his smile. “She was…”

He was seriously reconsidering it right now.

“Boss?”, Chris now jumped in, pointing back at the crowd. “I think they’re settled again.”

Fine, he would deal with this later.

“Well, then…”, RTV meant, turning back to the crowd again now, voice slightly raised. “Since last time worked so well, how about I let you choose the next department AGAIN? Oh, and don’t think about SNATCHING something that belongs to the studio, as great as some of the artist tools and merch look.”

His screen focused on a particular blonde haired woman he had seen a tad too interested in the studio’s environment, as he pointed up to the ceiling corners.

“Camera sees ALL and that jazz.~”

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[anxiouspepper28]

My random thoughts from docuseries.

Lunin 1 such blue eyes 2 wow his spanish 3 sexy in goal vs City

Jude is born to be madridista, he is ours forever

I love Vini (he looked so pretty so I added a photo 💋)

Tchou is allergic to clothes and standing more than a meter away from Cama (3 examples even then Carlo was giving speech) last photo is for you girlies, strategically placed shirt what we don't like...

Luka and Rodry greatest son and father duo to play for Madrid

Carva has balls and keeps other boys by theirs in iron grip

Why they make me tear up by second minute

Nacho is very handsome man, just noticed for some reason

I hate how much I love these idiots

Why grown men are being such baby girls

Didn't need to get all emotional in middle of working day

Damn for better or for worse I still love Carlo