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*somewhere in new york immediately after the void*

a teenager watching the press conference about the new avengers: hey dad, isn't that our congressman?

the dad, peeking inside the living room: hm? our con- *sees bucky fucking barnes on screen* oh my lord, that's our congressman

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bob reynolds x reader fic idea where reader’s the child of valentina de fontaine who she “gifted powers to” via a super serum prior to launching the sentry project (think test subject #0). reader thankfully survives (albeit feeling betrayed and traumatized) with powers, but their abilities are limited to force field generation and increased durability with a mild healing factor. yet, valentina deems them as a failure for not obtaining “the perfect superhero’s powers” and moves on with launching the sentry project.

fast forward a year or so after getting their powers, reader is introduced to bob after his “arrival” to valentina’s headquarters and is assigned as his keeper while valentina gets him ready to debut as sentry. reader and bob grow fond of one another in the short amount of time, but ultimately reader sides with the thunderbolts to stop sentry and later the void.

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and now picture the thunderbolts vs. sentry fight going like

reader/you: run, i’ll hold him off!

the thunderbolts: *thumbs up before escaping*

*five minutes later once the thunderbolts are outside the old avengers’ tower where a crash is heard*

yelena, squinting up at the sky: hey, is that valentina’s kid?

you, plummeting at least a thousand feet after sentry tosses you out the window like a rag doll:

john: oh, shit.

alexei: i shall catch—

you, force field activated around you like a giant hamster ball & slamming into the thunderbolts upon impact like knocking down bowling pins:

you, upon recovery: i’m OKAY! :D

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celestial bodies & supernovae — the awes of space

honey(bee). 22yo. he/they/lui/loro. multi-fandom blog (marvel & arcane). bob reynolds is my blorbo <3

setting course to planets unknown — rules/requests. masterlist.

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pre-thunderbolts robert "bob" reynolds headcanons that aren't flanderizing as "owo soft boy" (cw for drugs, crime, self-harm, abuse, overdose, death, addiction, meth is bad)

prior to running away from home, bob (while high) once snuck into disney world after closure with a few friends to deface the walt disney statue... they were promptly caught and he had to serve a month in county jail

bob has a fondness for puzzles because it was one of the few activities he got to do with his mother growing up where no yelling or fighting happened

he lost many friends to overdose, meth or otherwise; it wasn't enough to make him quit, but he has a habit of keeping narcan on his person because of it

bob used to play guitar in a little garage band called the neonlights, they only had one gig before the band broke up; he continued to play the guitar afterwards and it was one of the few gigs that gave him money after running away from home... the sentry project's super serum erased the callouses from his years of playing

his favorite superhero is the hulk :]

he likes to put sliced strawberries on his pancakes and chocolate syrup so it looks like a face because his mother would do so for him growing up

he despises the nickname 'bobby' because of his dad, but he likes when people call him 'bo' on occasion

he has pain flare ups because of the car accident during middle school and it's partly why he turned to meth after he ran out of his prescription morphine

during his travels after dropping out of high school, he joined a hippie caravan for a few months and learned how to survive off the land but he eventually left the group to score more drugs

about a year before his backpacking journey in malaysia, bob had a girlfriend named lucy; she helped him get sober and employed at alfredo's bail bonds, but ultimately broke up with him after he assaulted a civilian while on meth at work

prior to the serum healing him, bob suffered from malnutrition and skin sores because of his meth usage; during his withdrawals, he had a tendency to scratch at his arms and thighs until they bled

bob has a smiley face tattoo on his left buttcheek... don't ask how that happened, he's still embarrassed

while in malaysia and prior to joining the sentry project, bob found a stray dog that he named lucky and the pair would travel through the country together for a couple of weeks; before he left for the sentry project, he made sure to find someone to take lucky in and struck gold with a family in need of a farm dog

bob's favorite candy is skittles

his favorite song is sally, when the wine runs out

after leaving his abusive households, bob stole a bottle of black nail polish from his mom and would paint his nails as a means to stop nail biting so much

his favorite animal is the shark, he relates to them

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time to make this account multi-fandom cuz im currently obsessing over this one individual....... MAJOR thunderbolts spoilers

i love u bob <3 i love you in all formats (minus when they slick backed your hair in your sentry form, you deserved better) also hold me back from the void, i can fix it

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modern au!jayvik x reader playing minecraft shenanigans <3 —likes, comments, reblogs = happy bee gratitude <3

jayce & viktor both excel at building and redstone automating/tinkering/etc. but they decide that jayce is more suited for building & viktor makes redstone mechanisms better

you’re grateful that those are their roles cuz you can’t redstone or build FOR SHIT… so you’re more than happy to be the explorer & miner to collect resources for your boyfriends

in game, whenever you bring jayce the blocks he needs, he makes a point to squat his character up and down as a means to kiss you

meanwhile, viktor bonks his character’s head into yours when you gift him a surplus of redstone

you three have a private server, but you also play on a collective server with folks like mel caitlin ekko jinx and vi; that server is half war zone and half paradise in terms of builds (jinx keeps griefing caitlin’s builds with charged creepers and tnt)

when the three of you play together while next to one another in real life, you make a point to distract your boyfriends from their builds with kisses and hugs

the one time you took both of them on a mine exploration in game, jayce immediately fell into lava and viktor screamed when he got attacked by zombies in a mob spawner room

the little arrangement of roles you three have works… you just have to keep your boyfriends safe from hostile mobs

at least, the exploration in the lush cave went well; viktor found a pinkish purple axolotl and named it rio while jayce stole all the glow berries

when the happy ghast snapshot came out, you immediately get one from the nether and revive it, naming it gumdrop and taking your boyfriends on an adventure with it :)

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oh great heavens! @hy6erion my dude, you got me blushing (i’m deadass obsessed with hands, my fav non-sexual body part <3 ty ty)

YOU NEED VIK REQUESTS? I GOT YOU!

viktor's fingers <3 he has those pianist fingers, long and slender. gimme some viktor hands/fingers yappery <3 x reader or x jayce or whatever, you have the creative freedom!

Viktor’s hands. His fingers. God. Where to even start. They’re the kind of hands you notice immediately, whether he’s gesturing mid-sentence with all that dramatic, airy elegance or quietly adjusting a bolt in some intricate Hextech prototype. They move like they have a mind of their own. Not just graceful—precise. Every movement calculated, smooth, controlled, but there’s feeling in them too. Emotion where most people wouldn’t expect it.

Those long, deft fingers were made for delicate work—steady when he’s soldering a circuit, softer than air when he brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You swear he could play the violin if he wanted to. Piano, too. That’s the first thing Jayce ever said about them—“He’s got pianist fingers,” in this offhanded way, half-teasing, half-intrigued, like he didn’t want to admit he’d been staring. But he had been. You caught him doing it again the next day. And the next.

And you don’t blame him. They’re so clean, almost unfairly elegant for someone who lives in a lab, but every now and then you’ll catch the little calluses—at the tips, around the knuckles. A contradiction, like everything else about him. Soft and hard. Cold and warm. Sharp and reverent.

He doesn’t touch you often—Viktor is careful like that. Thoughtful. But when he does, he touches like someone who thinks first. Someone who knows. His fingers trace more than just skin—they study you. Thumb sliding slow along your jaw, two fingers beneath your chin to tilt your face toward his, the lightest, ghost-soft drag of his knuckles down your arm when no one’s looking. Like he’s memorizing every inch of you in braille.

And when he touches Jayce? Holy hell. That’s when those hands go feral. It’s like they’ve been dying for something stronger. Gripping the back of Jayce’s neck when he’s annoyed with him. Dragging his nails lightly down his shoulder blades when he’s not. Pushing up under his shirt just to feel him. He’ll grip Jayce’s wrist in that sleek, silken vice-grip when he’s impatient, lean in close and press his fingers into the dip of his back like a claim. And Jayce just lets him. Melts for him. Smiles all stupid and dazed, like those clever, slender hands are the most addicting thing in the world. Because they are.

You’ve felt it too.

That hand slipping under your waistband, slowly, never rushing. Just fingertips at first, mapping you like an engineer, reading your body like a code he’s about to break open. His palm against your stomach, the metal of his brace cool and impersonal against the burn of his real skin. He’ll stroke the inside of your thigh with that maddening featherlight rhythm until you’re breathless—not to tease, but because he’s genuinely fascinated with how you react. He watches his fingers disappear between your legs like a scholar watching an experiment unfold. Eyes dark. Lips parted. Silent awe.

And Jayce? Jayce watches him. Watches those hands move like they’re possessed—deliberate, exact, always hitting every spot like he’s known your body for years. Sometimes he guides them. Sometimes he surrenders to them. Sometimes he grips Viktor’s wrist and groans into his neck while Viktor just smirks, his fingers buried in you or wrapped around Jayce’s cock like he’s doing something sacred.

Because to him? Maybe he is.

Viktor doesn’t use his hands the way other people do. They’re not just tools. They’re not just instruments. They’re extensions of his mind. His desires. His need to understand and shape and change. And when he lays them on you, it’s never casual. It’s never just about lust. It’s about study. Reverence. Possession. Love.

His fingers are everything. Elegant and obsessive. Curious and consuming.

And when they’re on you, you’re ruined for anyone else.

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it's yah boyyyyy.... beeeeeeeeee! have some random jayvik x reader headcanons while i attempt my other arcane writing projects - likes, comments, & reblogs always appreciated <3

jayce and viktor are very golden retriever and black cat coded; you're their orange tabby, more spontaneous and extroverted than viktor but not with the same energy that jayce has

jayce can't cook anything non-mexican, he tried to make pasta and burned the noodles to a crisp; meanwhile, you can cook the basic essential meals. viktor doesn't have the spoons for cooking but with his guidance, he can use jayce as an able-bodied proxy to make meals

jayce's love language is physical touch and viktor's is gift giving; you're often smothered by jayce's hugs and kisses while every once and awhile, you receive a small homemade trinket from viktor as a reminder of his love for you

jayce built a 3-person bathtub (basically a jazucci of sorts) so you him and viktor could take baths together; viktor will never say it aloud, but he looks forward to the weekly bath he shares with you two

all three of you have the other two on your keychains; jayce is represented by a red heart, viktor as a blue heart, and you as a yellow heart (you were poignant that the three of your hearts were primary colors)

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ok… ok… let’s try this again. hello, i am alive. i haven’t been able to put out any new works because of a lot happening in my life. i can’t say when i will able to do so again, so please be patient. i’m trying to find the motivation to write again while balancing many things on my plate. i love you all and thanks for sticking with me :’)

midterms over! spring break tomorrow! jayvik reader nonsense, on lock! be prepared! be PREPARED!!!

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*gets nerfed by general malice around the state of the usa and the accompanying lack of motivation to engage in my passion*

midterms over! spring break tomorrow! jayvik reader nonsense, on lock! be prepared! be PREPARED!!!

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*gets nerfed by iud removal & replacement*

midterms over! spring break tomorrow! jayvik reader nonsense, on lock! be prepared! be PREPARED!!!

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midterms over! spring break tomorrow! jayvik reader nonsense, on lock! be prepared! be PREPARED!!!

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on a mini hiatus because of midterm season, will be back on after 3/22 or sooner — ily all

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results are in! will post the blurbs as soon as i can but posts are delayed due to midterm season so uhhhh pls be patient xoxoxo

hey gamers, i’m almost at 200 followers (>_<);; so uhhh… vote below on what i should do to celebrate once we hit 200!

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do y'all think @bbnotumbl read our jayvik fics or blurbs here? or maybe even our x reader blurbs... i would laugh my whole ass off if i got a like from him on one of my nsfw jayvik posts

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Could I request a little bit of Viktor teasing/edging his transmasc!boyfriend with a vibrator against his pretty tdick…?? Perhaps with a splash of dumbification and dirty talk??? i.e. making light fun of how desperate they are for him…🤭🤭🤭

★ the tease & his dummy

"vik..." you mewl to your boyfriend, trapped beneath him. viktor offers you a small smile, as he traces the pretty pink bullet vibrator against your neck and around your naked torso, "yes, medvídek?"

"why are you toying me like so?" you pout, giving your clothed pelvis a teasing thrust against viktor's good knee. viktor bites his bottom lip to suppress a groan, but continues his torture; he grazes the vibrator against one of your nipples and you shudder. a smirk forms on your boyfriend's lips at your reaction, "i apologize, i forgot how sensitive your nipples are."

you narrow your eyes at the zaunite and mutter a small 'tsk' of faux annoyance, but viktor counters by groping your chest and pressing the vibrator deep into your delicate nipple. you cry out from the sensation and squirm, trying to free yourself from viktor's hold. he takes his free hand and strokes your cheek, "be a good boy and let me have my fun."

you end your playful struggles and nod obediently. viktor touches his forehead against yours—his favorite expression of affection—and removes the vibrator from your chest. he brushes it lightly from your chest down towards your pelvis, earning muffled groans and shivers from you. the vibrator makes contact with your already throbbing t-dick and you let out a pathetic cry of pleasure.

"you're already so hard, medvídek," viktor comments. he lifts the vibrator off your boxers and runs one long, nimble finger against the outline of your little cock. you hold back another moan, "please, please, just let me cum already. i wanna, please—"

viktor silences you with a rough kiss, sloppily making out with you while his two fingers jerk off your clothed dick. you moan against viktor's pinkish lips, your mind muddled with thoughts of your handsome lover having his way with you. they only intensify when viktor manages to slide you out of your boxers, your t-dick twitching upon contact with the cold air.

viktor breaks the kiss and scoots down while pecking your body with gentle kisses. he stops at your pelvis and gives your inner thighs tender kisses, nipping at your supple flesh. viktor bites down on one of the thigh and marks you with his sharp, crooked teeth. your heart thumps hard outside of your chest, as pleasure clouds your thinking.

viktor places a kiss on the tip of your dick and you mewl in response. pleased with your reaction, viktor pulls away slightly and touches your t-dick with the vibrator.

"shit!" you hiss at the touch. your cock throbs and you grit your teeth. viktor chuckles and little by little, he presses the vibrator harder against your t-dick. your pupils are blown out of proportion, a thin shine of sweat sticking to your skin and your breath ragged. it feels like he's been tormenting you for hours.

"are you really that desperate for me, my dear?" viktor questions. you can only respond with grunts and huffs. viktor lets out a small laugh and teases, "perhaps, we should take a break, you seem... out of sorts."

"no!" you break out of your stupor for a moment, "more..."

"well," viktor pulls the vibrator away and you whine at the lack of vibration. however, he replaces the vibrator with his mouth and wraps his tongue around your t-dick, sucking it sharp and hard. you gasp for air and trap viktor's head with your thighs, pushing him closer to your pelvis. viktor continues to suck and suck, lubing up your cock with his saliva, while you moan shamelessly.

"viktor!" you climax without warning, a sharp grunt with an accompanying moan escaping your lips while you coat viktor's face with your sleek. your thighs tremble while you orgasm and soon, you lower your legs and collapse deeper into the bed. you let a series of soft babbles, completely dumbed out.

"oh, poor thing," viktor hums. he curls up beside you and peppers a small kisses on your neck and face, "fucked dumb, aren't you?"

no cohrent answer comes from your mouth.

"i'll take that as a yes," viktor hums.

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imagine the turmoil that would result if you were a noxian spy; your goal was to gain the trust the hextech inventors jayce and viktor by becoming their assistant after the disappearance of their former one. oh, how you would glaze them like honey spread on ham, with your sweet words and support. stroking the flames of doubt and frenzy in their hearts, you're a master manipulator, one of ambessa medarda's best assets.

your sights are on the mission, but you had to admit that working with viktor and jayce ignited a spark of pride in you. hextech was making a difference, it deserved to be in the hands of the people to better their lives. yet, you are noxian, the beliefs of 'survival of the fittest' and the honor of war are drilled in you.

you're there in the council room when it's bombed, next to viktor. when the dust settles upon the explosion, you find yourself gravely injured and beside a deceased viktor. your mission is forgotten, your mind is weary, and all you could do was scream for your colleague, your friend.

one of your legs is charred with burns from the explosion, unable to feel the now absent dermis. yet, you are noxian, you are made for this. you shout for jayce and he finds the two of you among the rubble; he tries to resuscitate viktor, but to no avail. jayce rushes off with viktor in hand while councilor mel medarda, ambessa's prized daughter, addresses your injuries.

you're conflicted, muddled with thoughts of disappointment and grief. you failed your mission, willingly so, by succumbing to such affections of care and compassion for the hextech inventors. during your stay in the hospital ward, you received extensive treatment for your burns via skin grafts, but they cannot eradicate the pain and return your functioning.

you, a disgraced noxian, then seek guidance and aid in the depths of the undercity, searching for the one called 'the machine herald' with the gift of repairing such injuries and diseases. with all your might, you travel down and find the herald's commune, filled with peace and tranquilly.

you follow the path to the herald and to your shock, it's your friend, viktor. he greets you with a smile and offers you healing, explaining how he was blessed with such a gift after being revived by jayce's intervention with the hexcore. you don't believe him until viktor touches his fingers against your forehead, consuming you in light while mechanical parts swirl around you. when you open your eyes once more, you're repaired, your leg now metallic and splashes of golden white covering your body.

you live in the commune with the other followers and viktor, tending to the various gardens and such. relief washes over you when you finally shed your skin and abandon your task as a noxian spy. yet, the past always catches up with you when the noxian army locates the commune.

ambessa outs you as a traitor before the army and viktor, revealing your original intentions. despite viktor's supposed lack of emotions, his face betrays him when he understands that the months shared together were wasted.

tensions break when jayce, battered and bruised, appears before the commune and towards viktor's chambers. you try to stop him, you tell him the truth about yourself and plead for him to listen. jayce doesn't, as he drags himself into the chambers and-with a heavy heart-blasts viktor in the chest.

your mind disappears the moment viktor dies, your tether to the mortal world snapping into two. your body, like the other fallen commune members, engulfs in golden light and you're transformed into something unnatural and otherworldly; a puppet, a marionette.

the final salt rubbed into the fresh wound comes when viktor puppeteers your automaton form into the destroyed council room to fight jayce and mel; either of them recognize you. despite viktor's vice on you, you try to fight back, to free yourself of his influence. your only solace comes when jayce destroys your body with his hammer, your soul evaporating into the aether.