#Rock Climber AU

[calchexxis]

Some spicy korrasami written for @kattypixxhu because I love her very much, and based on her fantastic Rock Climber AU.

[sen-ya]

i can't shut up today can i anyway I just added more stuff to my queue and it's set to run for 3 weeks then i will start posting zombie apocalypse au stuff cuz I wanna see how many pages I can get done before I start postin. I've got 7 pages rn and it's gonna be..........long. i hope my flakey ass commits.

[ghostypetrainer]

Does Nobori in the reincarnation au get any benefits for doing rock-climbing early in his life? Like just being able to defy gravity while climbing cliffs like the mountain goats

Okay, so I wouldn't think it would be quite to THAT extent, but he is very agile and comfortable on cliff faces in a way most people, including people older than him, probably wouldn't be! He definitely puts some adult rock climbers to shame... although sometimes he also has a more difficult time, simply because being smaller means there's a limited range of handholds and footholds that he can reach.

But considering he was taught by Lady Sneasler in his past life, who taught many a Sneasel... he certainly makes do.

[crushofdoves]

speaking of devouring fics where sirius' gender has been trans-ed, do you have any recs?? i know some people don't like to recommend fics so feel free to ignore if that's your vibe!

yes, i do have recs for this! here are a few off the top of my head, in no particular order:

honey sweet by @vajazzly

explicit - ft. city boy sirus who is down bad for the beekeeper with horrible fashion sense (but he’s good with this hands)

gathering home by @quietlemonhush

explicit - sirius raising regulus & harry after literally burning down his family home, remus is reg’s teacher. heavy themes but overall very funny & sweet & tender.

suffer for the people - orphan account

remus is regulus’s camp counselor, has lil bit of a meltdown and asks for his brother who comes to visit to calm him down. feelings occur. sooo cute & comforting, very fluffy.

our destiny in the stars - orphan account

explicit - remus is insecure about his (plus size, disabled) body and decides to try online dating where matches can’t see what the other person looks like. he meets sirius (trans, a teacher) and they uh - hit it off. this fic makes me smile so damn big. it’s just - it’s a classic, i’ve read it a million times.

whatever words i say - orphan account

sirius can’t stop acting out and it’s stressing out the rest of his band, so lily hires remus to keep an eye on him. obviously, they fall in love. a sweet lil band au.

a fool and his money - orphan account

explicit - chronically ill remus is roommates with regulus, meets his rich older brother and agrees to an arrangement: pretend to date sirius, show up with him to events - in exchange for money. y’all can guess where this is going and it’s so good. love a good sugar daddy/fake dating fic.

abyss by @titstraction

explicit - highschool au, remus & sirius are both on the track team and can’t seem to the same page. this fic is - so good. it’s very much a comfort read for me, but there are some heavy themes and transphobic jokes. this fic will hurt your feelings but it will also make you giggle and kick your feet and scream into your pillow.

have time to grow by queer_and_trashy

explicit - queer professor & amateur poet remus meets trans professional poet sirius - they try to get their shit together. hot & sweet and just, deeply deeply gay.

the entire rock n’ pole verse by @jennandblitz and fivepips

explicit - ace rock climber remus meets genderfluid dancer (mainly pole) sirius. this ‘verse is huge, there’s literally millions of words of it and y’all - i’ve read all of it. incredible ace representation, and overall just very sweet and sappy. mild angst, but everyone is in love & has a happy ending so don’t worry!

living like we’re renegades - orphan account

explicit - cheerleader sirius + journalist remus = everything i’ve ever wanted. i loooove this sirius so much they’re so gender.

the prettiest star ‘verse by raging_queer

tattoo artist sirius meets single dad remus - actually, sirius meets his child, teddy. sweet bonding with teddy looking up to Elder Queer sirius. very fluffy and comforting.

staying strangers by 3amandcounting

the texting fic, my fave of all-time. genderfluid sirius & demisexual remus. if there is one fic out there that will just make you want to open a window and yell about it to the other townsfolk - it’s this one. idek how to explain it, it’s just - it’s perfect.

also most of my fic features trans sirius, my masterlist is pinned!

disclaimer: this list is non-exhaustive, i know i’ve forgotten some, and i will be updating this tomorrow when i’m not half-asleep. and y’all, please reply with your fave trans sirius fics bc i want to read them all!!

[callofdudes]

ghost x fem or gn reader headcannons of a zombie apocalypse AU??? just them trying to survive with the rest of the 141<33

This tickles a little itch in my brain, might have gotten a little carried away 😊

Ghost x reader Zombie apocalypse headcanons

You'd think in a million years no one was ready for the apocalypse. Hell most people didn't even know how it started. But it did. Cities were crumbling, rabid monsters that followed their hunger for blood anywhere it took them.

You were one of few in the grand scheme to survive. Your parents, siblings, they weren't as lucky. You had been unable to protect them at all. Though after escaping and going on the run with some spares of clothing and your father's pistol in your pocket you were soon to become aware this was your new life.

It wasn't easy having to learn to hunt in one day or find all these tactics to remain silent, undetected, all of that.

You felt alone. So alone...

That is until one day, after having spent two days out in the wilderness with not a hint of prey around and you were starving. Walking through the woods up stumbled upon a camp. A fire was lit, a small pot strung by three bundles sticks above the flame, and something delicious boiling away.

Your curiosity and hunger got the best of you and you toed into the camp. A canopy set up of sorts and some old books that looked to have been torn for fire food.

You were about to look through a cooler under the canopy when you heard the sound of a gun above. "I wouldn't do that mate."

Your eyes snapped up, looking up at the tree tops to see... A man. A large man strung up in the tree by a rather thick rope. One used by professional rock climbers and such. Perfectly sat on a thick enough tree branch to hold his weight.

"I... Apologize... I wasn't trying to- I'm just hungry."

He scrutinized you, noticing the backpack and the possibility of a weapon on you. He flicked something on the hook of his rope and hopped off the branch like it was the back of a horse and slid gracefully back down the tree.

You noticed then his mask. A chilling thing. Considering you had been around zombies the last few years, that was saying something. And my dear he was tall.

"Hungry huh? Got a group?"

You could tell he was very excited to get you out of his little set up and didn't seem to want any meddling around with outsiders. People he didn't know. And in this day, hell you could understand and respect that.

"No... Do you?"

He didn't answer, and probably wouldn't answer most of your questions by the way he was acting. However, he didn't exactly push you away either. He was more waiting for you to get the hint through your thick skull and piss off.

And yet you didn't move.

"Look, I don't work with people, you don't want to be with me. So piss off." He finally grunted, checking whatever he had boiling away.

"Sir, I understand. But I'm hungry, I have no where to go and you look like you could be a good protective companion."

"We wouldn't be companions. Extra luggage is what I call it."

"I won't bug you I promise I'll be quiet, but.... Please??"

He rolled his eyes, tearing down the canopy of the set up and shoving it down into his large duffle back. "Fine. But if you piss me off I'm dumping you at the side of the woods alright??"

You nod, slowly sitting down by the stack of books, your stomach twisting and growling painfully. He looked at you, then his food. He sighed and pulled the pot off the small fire and doused it out, finding a small spare bowl and shoved it your way.

He was surprisingly lenient. Although he was telling the truth when he told you to shut up. He didn't want to talk to you and he clearly didn't trust any part of you one bit.

He allowed you to keep your gun and you stayed out of his way. And you tagged along for any scraps of the meals he would make. Even if he clearly was not the best chef in the woods.

This continued for upwards of three months. Not much changed. You learned his name, Ghost, and he pretty much knew yours from near the start of this expedition.

He was closed off, maybe from the fact zombies were a total 65% percent of the population mark up now. Maybe something else.

Eventually though, you made a small trip at a gas station. Ghost went in to search the place while you remained near the entrance, a meat shield should anything try to get through the door. How nice of him.

You stood by the door in waiting, your little pistol ready for any threat while Simon rummaged through food inside the store. It was dead quiet outside. Not a single sound.

You were waiting patiently until you heard a clatter from inside and a loud screech. You knew that all too well.

You ran inside, your pistol at the ready but Ghost had it covered, letting the thing tear into a chip bag and shot it in the back. And then he spotted you.

"I had that." You pouted.

"Sure you did tough stuff." Ghost roughly messed with your matted hair and you were off soon after.

You were pretty much just extra baggage to him for the most part. Though he fed you, bandaged you, cleaned your wounds and made sure you were always able to defend yourself.

"You solid?"

"I have two more clips. Take them, and use them sparingly."

"We don't have all day, we cross the river by dusk and then you can rest... don't make me carry you."

But slowly his belligerently tough nature gives way to care. Slowly here and there you can point it out. The extra glances, checking you in more spots than you say it hurts just to make sure you don't have a single scratch or bruise.

Giving you extra soup or food of whatever has been made. He's strong and healthy but will ration off, having less than two meals a day has become a normality, one at all was a blessing from God, so he'd give you what he could.

And then after his scouting trip was done, he brought you back home. Simon and his small group were all ex military. I say ex military because despite the weapons there isn't much of one anymore.

He brought you back to an old military base, a barbwire fence with a buzzer stretching high and all around the base keeping it secure.

Pressing the buzzer and announcing his presence the door was opened. "Don't worry... only two of them bite." Simon teases, shifting his gun behind his back as you come inside.

He walked into one of the main areas which lead down to the barracks. Inside were three people around a small campout, a fire pit of sorts made in the middle of the living room with ash and bricks.

"Son, you're back." An older man said, standing. "And whose this??" He watched you intensely, looking you up and down.

"This is my carry-on. Dragged them through the wastes with me."

He nods, walking over to shake your hand. "John Price. Glad to see you're well and safe under Simon's care."

So that's what his name was. Simon. A lovely name.

The next to greet you was a man with a ball cap on and stern brown eyes. Looking like he was far away in though. "Kyle Garrick. Welcome to our... bunker."

The last to greet you was surprisingly a little hesitant. Johnny was the least assumed to your presence. He was all for welcoming people but the current conditions has left too many dead or gone and no one trusted.

"John MacTavish... you can call me Soap though, so you don't get me and the captain confused."

And before you knew it you were given a room in the barracks and a place at your table. They were very nice people, they gave you a job, and split the resources and news Simon brought of his last months mapping. So much had changed since they'd last really gone outside.

Overtime you grew to understand how it all worked. Gaz was a bodyguard of sorts, when you needed to go outside to fix something, get some water to filter from a river not terribly far away, he would be there. He'd go short distances with you and the others, being their back and watching their six.

Soap was more of the tinkerer. He put together traps and levers and fixed up any weapons or gear that needed repairing. He called most of it Guerilla warfare.

Price was the leader, you could tell. He had everyone under his voice and what he says went. If there was something going on outside he'd be the first one out there to see if he could take care of it alone. He went out on food and water runs sometimes as well. He is also resident cook.

And Simon, he did a bit of everything from what you saw.

Soap had managed to get the power back up briefly in the base. Somewhere a power grid was still operational that the base connected to and he got the heaters working. Even on colder when you found yourself alone with a blanket around you, you weren't alone.

Simon would watch. His sleep schedule was still on night duty mode even if they were surrounded by brick and mortar.

He'd even sit with you sometimes. The more you came out to sit in the living room the more he'd be with you. Wrapping w second blanket around you or offering you his jacket.

It was small, but it meant something, to both of you.

Ghost eventually stopped letting you come with him into the wastes. After you got hurt badly, needing a tetanus shot they didn't have, Simon didn't let you go with him. He couldn't. Not because you were weak, you know why. He's just a big softy under all that muscle toned to harsh circumstance.

So you'd wait. By the window where you could see the gate, you'd wait until you could see him coming back. One night even passing out at the window when he returned, and he delivered you gently back to your bed, wrapping you in the blankets.

And after careful consideration, a gentle, small kiss on the forehead seared by the fabric of his mask.

Over the many months and then a year you lived with them you became family. You saw how they took care of each other. When Gaz got sick it was like bees back to the queen as they flurried to help him, and you did too.

He was weak, and you didn't want him to catch anything, so you would gently sit him up.

"Here Kyle, gentle."

Kyle winced in thank you as you fed him the soup Price had made.

You couldn't help but notice also how protective Simon was of them all. If Johnny didn't like the taste of the texture of something Price had made and would refuse to eat it, Simon would help.

"Johnny, you need to eat. Try and focus on me, not the texture. At least eat it." And Johnny usually would.

"Guys... I need to run outside really quickly, you think I could take one of you??" Kyle asked while Simon was already standing, grabbing his gun and escorting Kyle outside to watch over him.

Whenever Price was handing out assignments Simon would take the bulk of the work that had to do with being outside that gated fence. If there wasn't enough food for all of you Simon would cut back so you and Price would have enough.

He genuinely cares for all of you deeply under the mask.

The playful banter as you went out on scouting missions with him when you bugged him enough to let you go increased.

The affection he was willing to take and give like a hand on the shoulder or a hug. Sometimes even inviting you to wrap your arms around him and seek his warmth while laying under the cold stars in the sky.

Whispering to you on nights you couldn't sleep. He always took night watch, no exceptions. When you couldn't fall asleep he'd whisper to you. About random things. Maybe something he did the other day or what he remembered about the world before it went to shit and how beautiful it was.

"Simon..." you whispered back, holding onto his jacket. "I'm scared." You admit, tears filling your eyes as you thought of how you might die out here. This would be the end.

Simon brought you in a little tighter, resting his chin on top of your head. "I know y/n.... I know."

Simon was scared too. In his own way. Scared for himself, but scared for you, for his team. In the end Simon is a selfless creature and you all come before him.

Your breathing slowed, relaxing. Feeling safe and protected in his arms, because you were. Simon had you, he's always got you, and he always will.

Come zombies or raiders, or manic survivalists, anything. Simon won't let it hurt his team. He won't let them hurt you. Not you. He may not say it, but looking back, he's glad he met you that day in the woods...

I do hope this is satisfactory. I had started this a bit ago and came back to it after I posted my first zombie fic. Enjoy egg folk.

[kmackatie]

shadowgast fic rec list: the modern au edition - part one

This has been a long time coming, and hopefully the start of a few, but I have been intending to make some fic rec lists for a while. I am time-poor and generally bad at remembering to bookmark fics, but I figured I shouldn't let that stop me.

I have a love for modern au's, I write many of them, and I often see arguments against them when the source material is fantasy based for a number of reasons. But, I wanted to shine a light on some out there that tickle that box for me of being delightful.

Listed below the cut are a bunch of fics I have enjoyed, in no particular order and of varying lengths. I will of course forget some, but I hope to do some more lists in the future as I have more tabs open than I can reasonably fit in a list.

Fundamental Forces Other Than Gravity by mllekurtz (TheKnittingJedi)/@mllekurtz (1/1 chapters, 40,676 words, E, no warnings)

- A shadowgast college au with great characterisation and weaving of the Nein throughout. This one has chronic pain Essek, and I love how it is handled. As a note, Essek is briefly one of Caleb's professors, however, there is little power imbalance between them.

the fire kept closest (burns most of all) by mousecookie/@ariadne-mouse (3/3 chapters, 21,822 words, M, warnings: MCD)

- The fic that created the vocaleb tag. Essek is scientist on a research team studying a volcano, for which a tragic accident occurred years prior. It's told in a series of present and past, and the slow build of the relationships throughout the fic are gorgeous. For those eyeing the MCD warning, know that it is also tagged with 'angst with a happy ending'.

I've been lost before (and I'm lost again, I guess) by toneofjoy/@fireryn (21/21 chapters, 165,080 words, E, no warnings)

- The boys are rock climbers in this one. I know, it sounds odd, but trust me and read this. It has incredible characterisation and conversations about sexuality and gender (I hold the cafe scene in my hands so gently), as well as some wonderful sexual tension that builds until it bursts. This fic also got me into recreational rock climbing and I owe the author for it big time. As a note, Essek is Caleb's coach in this fic and this is a plot point for the background of their developing relationship.

starting with your heart (bright heart) by 2manyboys/@cluelessheroes (1/1 chapters, 9,914 words, E, no warnings)

- This has the sentence "Have you been taking four legged showers with Essek Thelyss?” in the summary and it has lived rent-free in my head ever since. Modern-wth-magic university au where they are both students with some lovely build-up of sexual tension between them. Hot smut to go along with it.

disputable presumptions by hanap/@callingvoicemail (3/? chapters, 9,606 words, E, no warnings)

- The corporate lawyer au of my dreams where they are friends with benefits and hiding it from the rest of the Nein. This has a delightful background of plot, along with ambiguous not!wizards hiding their true feelings behind an air of casualness, and snappy writing that keeps you reading.

Inside Edge, 3 Turn, and Closed Hold by MithrilWren/@mithrilwren (3/? works, 16,060 combined words, T/G/M respectively, no warnings)

- The shadowgast figure skating au I didn't know I needed until I read it. I've reread this one so many times and keep coming back to the characterisation and the way the story is slowly told across all three fics. There's a richness of the world behind what we see, and I adore coach!Beau in this one. Another with chronic pain Essek, and generally a careful understanding of the risks that go into the sport.

Labor of Love by OMGitsgreen (6/6 chapters, 43,331 words, M, warnings: CNTW)

- Bakery au. It's a classic, and it's done so well here. This is one of the earliest fics I remember reading, and it's a warm hug on a cold day that is great for when you're wanting something nice.

fermata by canyon_wizard/@canyon-wizard (8/8 chapters, 65,403 words, E, no warnings)

- A classical music au (there really needs to be more of these, please) where they are both piano students. The focus of this one is less the music world and more the character dynamics, and they are incredibly well done. The smut is hot, there is delightful miscommunication, and tense dynamics (ha) throughout.

(your face in my hands is) everything good I need by mllekurtz (TheKnittingJedi)/@mllekurtz (8/8 chapters, 25,884 words, M, no warnings)

- Professor au where they meet at a conference, Caleb a professor of modern history and Essek an expert in Latin. This fic has everything--wizards being nerds in every universe, first kisses, developing feelings, long distance relationship, emotional stakes, and dramatic declarations of love. I adore Mlle's writing (it really should not be a surprise at this point) as they have a way of capturing emotions and turning them into stunning pieces of prose. This one is also a love letter to Paris and Berlin, and please give it a read!

[aeor-is-for-reccing]

No Magic AU's!

This week, we've got nine (nein) fics that explore what the wizards would be like without magic. Answer: racecar drivers, teachers, lab mates, and rock climbers - but also pretty much the same. Check the fics out beneath the cut, and as always - comment and kudos if you like them!

when the lights go out by 06151126 (27309, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: self distructive behavior

Essek Thelyss is back on the grid after a few years away from racing. Caleb Widogast is on the run from his past, he finds a place to settle down as a mechanic at Brenatto's Garage. When Essek visits the garage in the middle of the F1 summer break, Caleb's past collides with his present in an unprecedented way.

Reccer says: Something I would have never thought of but incredibly gripping and suits them well

all this science i don't understand by mllekurtz (TheKnittingJedi) (8858, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Small-town high school science teacher Caleb Widogast has his life more or less figured out, or so he thinks. Then an unexpected variable gets thrown into the equation in the form of the new addition to the teaching staff: the handsome and clever Essek Thelyss.

Reccer says: I liked it!

Sleep, With Benifits by KmacKatie (62272, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Shadowgast romcom where they both fail at communication. they get there in the end

Reccer says: it's very sweet, they're both in love with each other and it's obvious to everyone but them

Unexpected Thrills by nox_nocturnal (5082, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb gives Essek a ride on his motorcycle and they're both pining professors.

Reccer says: Extremely vivid descriptions and amazing pining

Resonance Broadening by toneofjoy (51665, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: None

Shadowgast as labmates, enimes to lovers.

Reccer says: I liked it!

gloamings end by toneofjoy (60183, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

climbing AU where Bren and Essek are competitors, but get along really well despite Essek's best efforts

Reccer says: an interesting exploration of Essek's attraction with him still being very much ace. also, I have learned so much about climbing

The Kitchen Sink by mousecookie (17126, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Modern AU where Essek is a supermodel, Caleb does odd jobs, and they keep running into each other and finding ways they are connected

Reccer says: It's funny!

no place to go (let it snow!) by Dragonslaeyr (20586, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

It's the busiest travel time of the year, but Caleb Widogast can't find anyone at Uthodurn International Airport to buy his spare ticket to Rexxentrum. Maybe it's because it's the Day of Heart and Hearth, the flight is already delayed by twelve hours, and the extra seat is under the name ‘Frumpkin.’ ...Or maybe it's because he only wants one person to make the trip with him, but Essek Thelyss is bound for an entirely different destination.

Reccer says: An amazing, cozy and romantic holiday movie of a fic

primogeniture by quanshi (burningdarkfire) (2850, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Trent Ikithon controls the largest media and entertainment company in the world. His three adopted children are making plans for the future. Essek wants in.

Reccer says: A succession AU, hot and doomed to heartbreak but very, very tasty

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we’ll be back with Older Favorites!

[sonnetsoncanvas]

Mess it up : pt 3

Summary: Years ago he had let you go for your own good. But this time, he isn’t sure he can

Part of the Mess it up series

Pairing: brother’s best friend rock star Bucky x fem reader (Steve’s sister) (dual pov)

Warnings: modern AU, angst, second chance, eventual smut, brothers best friend trope, implied cheating, self-deprecation, happy ending?

Inspired by: Mess it up by Gracie Abrams

Notes: This is the first time a fic has made its way from my laptop to the internet. So please be kind and do leave your feedback. Happy reading!

 

Chapter 3: I keep thinking maybe if you let me back in

Reader POV

Life was not fair. Never was to you. But that never seemed to faze you. if anything, that made you more resilient. Unafraid. Unbothered. Living in that small, noisy Brooklyn apartment, with a mother who worked herself to death trying to provide her children with a good life, a brother, the literal personification of sunshine, being picked on and bullied, tending to his bruises when he thought nobody’s looking.

It made you realise that the world is a dangerous place. It eats up those who stand unprepared. And so, you steeled yourself. Made yourself the most fearsome creature to behold in any room you entered. Your biting wit, your sass, you sharp intellect made you attractive to some, unappealing to many and untouchable to all.

There was only one who dared to play with the fireball that was Y/N Rogers. Only one for whom your guards went down. After all, if Steve trusted Bucky with his life, you could trust him with your heart. Right?

Turns out you couldn’t.

“This was supposed to be a temporary thing” he’d said.

“Do you really think I’m gonna take you home to my mother ? tell her you are what I want the Barnes legacy to continue with?” he’d sneered.

“Its time you go back to your dreams, and let me get on with mine.” He’d offered.

You never should have.

Bucky POV

Life was hilarious. Or at least it started seeming that way after years of neglect. He had everything a child could’ve wanted. All the toys in the world, the most expensive apparel, all the amenities a person could dream of. But the one thing he lacked was love. Pure genuine love.

His mother, The Winnifred Barnes of the upper east side, knew how to give birth to heirs, but did not have a clue about raising a child. Growing up in that negligent household, amongst people who were nefarious for being social climbers and gold diggers, little James soon realized that the only worth he has comes attached to his name. that no one would care for him if it weren’t for his billions.

But he was proved wrong when he met a lanky blond boy of Brooklyn at the music camp. It was there he shed the expensive cloak of James Buchanan Barnes and donned the dirty sneakers of Bucky. It was through Steve he recognised his own significance, that he could be something more than the well-groomed showpiece his family was expecting him to be.

And then he met you.

And it felt as if all his prayers had been answered.

You weren’t like Steve, not one bit. You were this fiery, self-assured human who could scorch the world with her brilliance. Unlike Steve, you were pragmatic. Unlike Bucky, you knew who you were and where you wanted to be.

And he fell for you. hard.

He borrowed some of your bravery, some of your light, and formed the Avengers with Steve, Sam and Wanda. He wanted to make something of himself to deserve you. to earn the jackpot that was your love.

However, for bucky, it seems happiness is always a temporary tryst. He tends to forget that.

Skiing was his passion. One of the many trappings of his privileged life that actually he enjoyed. It was the same passion that completely changed Bucky’s life. But unlike you, for the worse.

It was his own fault. No one else to be blamed. Had he heeded the weather warning, he wouldn’t be on that slope. he wouldn’t have been caught in that blizzard. He wouldn’t have lost his left arm.

When he regained his consciousness, the first face he saw was yours, streaked with tears, anguish in eyes.

You came there every day, sometimes under the pretence of dropping something for Steve, who refused to leave him alone, sometimes to fill in for his absence. The better bucky got, the more hopeful your eyes grew.

You’d altered everything to fit Bucky’s schedule. You worked late nights so that you could visit him in evenings after school, stopped going out with your friends to be with him instead. There were times you pulled an all nighter just so you could turn in your assignments on time.

He saw it all. The dark circles beneath your eyes, your tired face, the endless cups of coffee. It should’ve pained him, but the thought that you were there, to love him, to hold him, brought endless solace. and so he selfishly held on to you.

Until one day, Steve told him about your college acceptance letters.

“She got into Harvard Bucky! My baby girl in Harvard. Just think about that.” A hint of pride glimmered under his annoyance, “But she refuses to go. Says she cant leave Ma and I alone.”

“what ?!” Bucky had asked, guilt gnawing at him

“I mean Columbia is a decent school, but Harvard law?! It doesn’t get better than that. How far is Boston anyway?...”

Steve’s voice blended into the voices in Bucky’s brain. He knew the real reason behind your hesitation to go to Harvard was him. He remembered how excited you were when your adviser had confidently proclaimed that she is Harvard material.

And you were willing to let that go. For him.

Instead of joy, Bucky felt trepidation. Fear. Was this love? Or pity? Is this how the rest of your lives will be? You leaving things you love for his sake? And how long before you resent him? Hate him for all the opportunities you’d let go of for him?

How could he ever live with himself, knowing he was the anchor that was holding you back?

Bucky had resigned himself to live his life with his situation, but you didn’t have to. You , perfect in every way, intelligent, so beautiful that his heart ached.you should be with some one who deserved you. not him. Never him.

And so James Buchanan Barnes did something that was somehow more painful than ripping his heart out.

He let you go.

Reader POV

you woke up with a heavy head. It felt a lot like jet lag, except that it wasn’t. one did not get headaches by travelling from Boston to New York. One did, however get headaches after crying all night. Which was what you did last night.

It was embarrassing. Pathetic even. You thought you were over him, and all that it took was one glimpse of his to mess you up. You had a Suma cum laude from the most prestigious law schools in the world, scored job offers from the most esteemed firms, made grown men cower in front of in courtrooms, and yet, were drowning in a puddle of tears over a high school boyfriend.

To be fair though, your only boyfriend. After he dumped you, you swore off men, while he went on an array of affairs with so many women you lost count of it. The tabloids had always had a sweet spot for him. “The heartbreak prince” indeed. Its only that the prince did the heart breaking, not the other way round.

You ambled out of the bed and cleaned up. It was hours before your usual time, but well, its not as if you’re getting any sleep now, is it?  Its better to get some coffee for your pounding head. Your interview was tomorrow thank heavens. There was no way you could’ve done it today.

A clattering of utensils startled you. there’s no way Steve was up this early. Your confusion was immediately clarified as you came across the very bane of your existence hunched in the kitchen.

You tried to turn back and leave as noiselessly as you could. You cannot endure this so early in the morning. You’d rather go out to get coffee, there must be some place open at the ungodly hour. Its New York after all.

He turned that very instant, as if he could sense you. his beautiful blue eyes widened as he took you in, as dishevelled and disoriented as you were. After a long minute he shifted his gaze from your face, looking everywhere but in your direction.

You were beginning to suspect that God was punishing you for all your years of antagonism.

“I was about to leave.”

His voice, his goddamn voice. Your heart had always been ready to race out of your chest and beat to the rhythm of his speech. It was ready to do that now.

Had human beings been able to survive without a heart, you would’ve had yours surgically removed ages ago. Stupid, bloody organ always getting you in trouble.

a wave of guilt hit you as he started for the exit. He had done the same yesterday, leaving moment you guys entered, Sam dragging him away to help him do something you don’t recall. He returned after you went to bed, whenever that was. And now this. It felt wrong that he was uncomfortable in his home. It wasn’t his fault that you weren’t over what he called “a seasonal distraction”.

“stay” you rasped; your voice too low to be heard. You tried again. “Stay, James.”

He stilled. Stood frozen on the threshold long enough for you to wonder if he’d fallen asleep standing up. And then he turned. His eyes full of something you were scared to decipher. The silence was too oppressive, even for you.  

“we both know this would happen. We’re both adults, we can co inhabit a space without it imploding” your head was about to implode though, and not from the headache.

“yeah, right. Youre right.” He mumbled, still sticking by the door, which was a good thing because you needed coffee, and you were sure you couldn’t function properly with him in close proximity.

You turned towards the fancy coffee maker, which was far more advanced than the old spluttering relic that you had in your dorm. You fiddled with the buttons, trying to get it to work.

“here, let me.” He said, the low raspy baritone that made you shiver. You hoped he thought it was the morning chill.

He skirted around you to get to the counter, and yet his subtle smell plagued your senses. He turned the shiny knobs easily with his right arm, putting in a new filter and placing a cup near the nozzle.

“you still take your coffee black?”

The question, innocent at its core, jarred you. your ex remembering a small detail about your from years ago was not on your bingo card, but there you are.

“uh I umm, yes.” You internally cringed at the fact that you, the mock trial champion, was stuttering. He nodded slightly and continued.

“How can anyone like something like this?!”  he gagged, sliding your cup over to you.

“that’s what you get for taking a sip without my permission Barnes.” You smirked, snuggling in his outstretched arms, ready to resume his favourite movie that you honestly didn’t understand. All you cared for was spending time with him, even if it was hidden in his apartment.

“Atleast add sugar to it doll. Its too damn bitter.” He coughed.

“I like it bitter.”

You jerked at the small beep from the machine. Your eyes involuntarily went to his, only to recognise the same surprise there, as if this conversation took him to some other. the very thought of it gave you hope, and hope, you’ve realised over the years, is the most dangerous thing.

You hastily grabbed the cup, too eager to end this interaction. His presence was triggering emotions you have avoided for too long.

In your hurry you toppled the cup over, its blistering hot content pouring out. But before you could feel the burn, a shiny metal gripped your wrist and tugged you away. You staggered and stumbled forwards, bumping into his chest.

It was you who froze this time. too incapacitated by his smell, his body, him to move. You felt him draw in deep breaths, his heartbeat audibly speeding up. you stayed there for god knows how long.

It was he who withdrew. Because of course it was. You regained your composure and jumped back, frightened by the comfort that had washed over you in that moment.

“Thank you.” you gasped, and bolted out of the room right that instant.

[smileysuh]

these hands

🌙 staring. Johnny x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. on an autumn evening, your lover returns from hours spent rock climbing and missing you

cw/ tw.  hand kink, Slight daddy kink, muscle pain, massage, praise, use of body butter, body worship, fingering, squirting, dumbification, multiple orgasms, size kink, manhandling, unprotected sex, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 2.7k

🍭 aus. rock climber!Johnny, established relationship, autumn aesthetic

☀️ mlist + an. something short and sweet

It’s just around dinner when your boyfriend returns from a day spent rock climbing with friends. Stepping into the house, Johnny is met with the smell of soup, and your perfume lingers in the air when he closes his eyes to take a happy breath in. 

“Baby?” he calls, tossing his keys onto the kitchen counter. “I’m home!”

“In the bedroom!” comes your response, and your lover immediately charts a course in search of you. 

“Still in bed?” Johnny says fondly when he arrives in the doorway, eyes taking in your form. You’re wearing one of his shirts, and it makes you look so small, legs exposed-

“I’ve been up a few times,” you tell him, smiling and stretching your arms over your head, lifting your book into the air as you do so.

“And still reading poetry?” your large boyfriend approaches the bed, sitting on it and leaning over to press a kiss to your lips.

“Listen to this one,” your face lights with excitement as you flip through the pages, and Johnny waits patiently with a smile on his lips, eyes watching your hurried motions while an ache grows in his chest. “Autumn killed the summer with the softest kiss.”

“He did, did he?” Johnny hums, leaning forward again, hand cupping your jaw so he can brush his lips past your cheek.

“He did,” you confirm, throwing your book to the side in favour of wrapping your arms around Johnny’s neck, climbing into his lap, legs straddling his waist- “How was rock climbing?”

“It was alright,” he sighs, hands finding your hips to settle you against him. “It’s not the same as scaling mountains like we did all summer- but indoor climbing is part of life in the fall.” 

Although, you have seen Johnny scale things on a dare despite harsh weather conditions- and his best friend Haechan is just as bad.

“Are you hungry?” you ask, running your fingers through his dark, freshly washed hair. It’s nice when he comes home having already showered- you’ve waited for him to return all day, and your patience almost always runs out if he has to wash up when he gets back to your apartment. 

“I could eat,” Johnny says, voice low, a grin spreading over his face while his eyes dip to your lips. He pinches your chin gently, pressing his mouth to your own. “And soup can wait.”

“Johnny-” you whisper his name breathlessly when he begins to kiss your neck, lips finding your sweet spot while your nails dig into his broad shoulders.

“Yes, baby?” he hums with amusement, large palm smoothing to the small of your back and applying pressure that pulls you even closer to his chest. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, head lolling back to make room for the man pressing open mouthed kisses along your throat.

“I think you know what I’m doing,” comes his retort, as he easily flips you onto your back, hips shifting to grind down against your own. “You have no idea how much I missed you today.”

“What made today special?” 

You feel him smile against your neck. “The way you groaned about your legs hurting this morning after riding me,” Johnny says smoothly, hand gliding up and down your thigh, “Was thinking about how I wanted to work out your hot little body all over again- it was very distracting while I was with the guys.” 

“I bet…” you coo, threading your fingers through your boyfriends hair and tugging, bringing his face back up to yours. “My thighs still hurt, you know.”

Johnny hums, the sound coming from deep in his chest, and his fingers toy up and down your bare thigh. 

“Does it hurt really bad?” he teases, voice becoming a little too babyish for your liking, but you match the sentiment regardless.

“Yes, daddy, feels horrible,” you breathe, letting out a sigh and adjusting to be more comfortable while your massive boyfriend applies even more pressure down onto your form, captured between him and the mattress. 

He lets out a groan, looking into your eyes for a moment before he says, “Guess daddy better take care of you.”

Johnny sits up abruptly, and you cling to his shoulders, forcing him to lift you up as he goes. “What are you doing?” you ask, refusing to release your hold on him- you’ve been waiting for him all day, and to give him up now is simply not an option-

“Taking care of you,” your boyfriend grins at your clinginess, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Gotta grab the lotion, and then I’m going to have you lay flat so I can work out your muscles a little.”

“Right,” you nod, licking your lips, “because… because I’m so tight and hurting-”

“Yeah?” Johnny lets out something that’s part chuckle part groan, and his hands smooth up your waist, digging into your skin. “Need daddy to make it better?”

“Yes, please.”

“Gonna make you feel so good,” your boyfriend says, grabbing a fistful of your hair to pull your head back, exposing your neck to a mouth that peppers your sweet spot in kisses that have you practically buzzing-

A moan escapes you when his teeth graze by your jugular, and you swivel in his lap-

“Be patient,” Johnny tells you, as he all but tosses you back onto the bed in favour of getting up, eyes set on the bathroom where you keep a collection of lotions. “I’ll be right back.”

With a sigh, you stretch out, taking a deep breath. Your fingers find the hem of your shirt while you listen to your lover rifle through drawers, and you remove the piece of fabric, leaving you in just a pair of panties. Then you lay flat on your stomach, exhaling in relief at the stimulating feeling of air on your bare skin.

“What a view.” Johnny’s voice makes you look to the doorway of the bathroom, and you find your boyfriend standing there with a tub of shae butter body lotion in his hands.

“Shae butter?” 

Your lover presses a knee to the bed, looking down at the lotion he’s selected. “While I’d love to get out the oil and get you all nice and slick for me,” he tells you, running his fingers up the back of your leg, “last time we did that, we ruined our whole bed set. We can use body butter this time, and if you really like it,” he presses a kiss between your shoulder blades, “maybe I can get a massage table so in the future, I can really work you out.” 

A pleasured hum escapes your lips as you relax against the bed, closing your eyes. “I like the sound of that.”

“Of course you do,” you feel Johnny pull away, his legs straddling your hips, and a moment later, the sound of cream being spread across his palms makes you push your ass back- “already so eager and I’ve hardly even touched you yet.”

“I missed your hands,” you sigh, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself.

“These hands?” he asks, as two warm palms covered in shae butter make contact with your shoulders, smoothing the silky substance across your skin, fingers kneading into your muscles-

You groan in pleasure, confirming yes; “These hands”

Johnny’s always had magic hands. They’re big, like the rest of him, and strong from years of rock climbing and other spots. Callouses add a texture, reminding you of how hard your lover works, and his fingers always know exactly what locations to stroke or apply pressure to-

Another moan leaves you, and it has Johnny snickering in amusement. “Does it feel that good?” he asks, continuing to work down your spine, hands smoothing across your skin almost rhythmically-

“Feels so good,” you whisper, keeping your eyes closed so you can focus on the hands that work out tension knots in your shoulders-

You’re not sure how long you lay there, Johnny’s attention fixed on your back- but after a little while, your lover shifts down your thighs more, his two large hands gliding over the rump of your ass - exposed by your thong - then back up to the small of your back-

“How about here, baby?” he asks, grabbing a fistful of your flesh again, kneading your bum with a strong grip, “does this cute little ass need some attention too?”

You groan at the feeling- “Mmm, yes please-”

Johnny chuckles at your response, and his focus turns to your ass, which he continues to massage delightfully. 

He’s quiet while working on your bum, but it doesn’t take long for you to hear a groan escape his lips, and the sound has goosebumps erupting over your skin-

Your boyfriend laughs again, removing his hands from your ass in favour of laying his body across your back. His breath teases your neck, and he noses at your ear, “You’re driving me crazy,” he tells you, as he ruts his hips, pressing his sweatpant covered cock against the groove of your bum.

“I’m just laying here,” you defend yourself with a nonchalant smile.

Johnny lets out a soft groan, and then he’s pulling away from your back, leaving you cold and in need of his warmth-

His fingers hook in your panties, and he drags them down your legs, earning a squeal of delight-

A hand gently smacks down on your ass, and your let out an even louder whine of joyful pleasure, wiggling your hips-

“God, you’re so sexy,” Johnny breathes, two hands grasping at the flesh of your bum again, spreading you out and exposing your pussy to the cool air- “And you’re fucking soaked-” he releases your ass- only to press his thumb to your clit.

You grab at the sheets, back arching slightly, toes curling at the feeling of your boyfriend working a slick thumb against your sensitive bud- 

“Johnny-”

“Yes, darling?” he asks, pushing two fingers into your core.

A whimper leaves you next, your grip on the duvet increasing while your lover begins to pump his digits into your wet heat. “Feels so good-”

“Mmm, I bet it does,” Johnny growls, “i fucked you this morning, but this pretty pussy is still pulling my fingers right in-”

“Need more-”

“More?” your boyfriend clicks his tongue, “More fingers?” he presses a third one into you and you let out a strangled whine-

“No-” you shake your head, “need your cock-”

“Really?” your core makes wet sounds with each thrust of his digits, and a desperate moan spills past your lips, “because you seem to be pretty happy with three fingers- I mean-” he laughs, “baby, you’re gushing.” 

He doesn’t care about ruining the bed anymore, doesn’t care about the patch of liquid forming between your legs- he’s too transfixed by the view of you- 

“Daddy, please-”

As much as you call him daddy as a joke, when the title slips past your lips in the heat of things, it always grabs Johnny’s attention, and hearing the desperation in your voice is enough to have your boyfriend bending to your will.

He pulls three, dripping fingers out of your core, pushing his pants down and wrapping them around his cock, which he pumps twice, enjoying the feeling of your slick coating his rock hard length- 

“Ass up, princess,” he breathes, one hand pressing into the bed next to your shoulder, while the other guides his cock between your pussy lips-

You lift your hips, pushing back and forcing his length into you. 

You both groan in unison, and Johnny releases his cock in favour of grabbing your waist, anchoring you down to the bed- “feels so good-” Johnny growls, giving a test thrust that has you both moaning louder- 

He’s always been a fan of positions where he’s behind you. He likes having full control, and the way your ass bounces in doggy is definitely a favourite of his- but with you laying flat on your stomach, legs pressed together, ass arched up and waiting for him- god, you’ve never felt better.

Your velvety walls envelope his length, taking every inch- and Johnny can feel the tip of his cock hitting into a spot that has you grasping at the streets, pleasured gasps tumbling past your lips-

“You like that, huh?” he asks, flattening himself against your back. “So small- letting me rail you like this-” The sound of his hips hitting your ass is downright sinful, as skin on skin always is, and it eggs Johnny on even more. “Fuck princess, you’re still dripping-” 

It’s true, each thrust has your boyfriends cock coated in your juices, and they’re starting to drip down to his balls-

“John-” 

“Going to cum already?” he asks in surprise, fingers digging into your hip as your pussy throbs around him. 

You can’t even speak- and it makes Johnny smile when the most you can do is whine dumbly- fists balled up in the blankets-

“Cum for me baby, I wanna feel you,” he urges, lips finding your shoulders. “Come on, let me hear those pretty moans- cum on my cock-”

Your core clamps down onto his thick length, and you practically scream into the duvet, body convulsing with pleasure even as it’s held down by the large man who continues to thrust his hips into you, riding out your orgasm with a ferocity that has you nearly twitching from the stimulus.

“There’s my good girl,” his breath is hot against your shoulders- “God, you feel so good- so good-”

Your orgasm is dying down- but from the pace of Johnny’s hips, you can tell his is just starting to build, and you adjust you grip on the sheets, preparing for another high that you know he’s going to tear out of you-

“That’s it baby,” your boyfriend praises you, pulling away from your back- then two hands encircle your waist, “up on your knees for me.”

You’ve been in doggy plenty of times, but doing this position with your legs closed, knees together, brings a whole new level of pleasure that you’d not been expecting-

A hand finds the back of your neck, pushing your face into the bed-

God, you love it when he suffocates you in sheets-

“Fuck-” your boyfriend pulls you up, forcing you into a kneeling position while he continues fucking into you- one of his hands criss crosses over your chest, grasping onto your breast, while the other slips between your legs, adept fingers searching out your clit-

“Johnny-” you whine his name loudly, leaning back against the man who plays with your body like his favourite instrument, and he’s intent on working you into a crescendo-

“Can you give me another one?” he asks breathlessly, lips sloppy on your shoulder-

“Yes-” you reach behind yourself, lacing your fingers through his hair, “yes, yes-”

Your boyfriend groans loudly, squeezing your breast in his large hand, callouses brushing by your nipple while his digits circle your clit-

“Holy-” you can’t even finish your sentence, your orgasm slamming into you and making you an incoherent mess, body wracked with waves of pleasure-

Johnny buries his face in your neck, moaning deeply while his fingers dig into your hips, holding you still while he slams his cock into your wet hole-

“Fuck-” he groans, hips snapping to ride out your orgasms while you claw at his scalp-

His pace slows, and he buries his cock in your core, wrapping his arms around your body and squeezing, capturing you in his warmth and a feeling of love that sends tingles from the tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes.

“God,” Johnny groans when your pussy throbs around him, “you feel so fucking good, you have no idea.”

“Thank you for giving me a massage,” you breathe, smoothing your fingers up and down the forearm pressed across your stomach, and you wiggle back against his chest, snuggling in more-

Your boyfriend lets out another moan, head lolling forward, allowing you to turn and press kisses to his jaw-

“I love you so much it’s not even funny,” Johnny sighs.

“Love’s not supposed to be funny,” you remind your comedically inclined boyfriend.

He groans, holding you tighter, “stop being so cute.”

“Never.” 

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[florenceafternoon]

Lily Evans - from the uni/ band au that I constantly dream of writing

She's taking a law and arts double degree

Interested in immigration law

Tea drinker except for when she's not

Rock climber 

Florence Welsh gets her like nobody else does

“It's not far, we can just walk” type of person

The memory keeper friend who has a highly curated (main) Instagram feed

And a spam account which she posts on basically daily

70s soft rock and Virginia Woolf enjoyer

[mxmspeedster]

sfw alphabet with oscar piastri

mentions of male reader and toxic relationships but nothing graphic. and swearing, but your here so thats on you. fair warning, i'm mildly dyslectic but i had grammarly to help me this time so i should be better than the last one lmao.

auto correct saved my life on this one, i wrote in two hours listening to viva la vida but lofi on repeat.

a- affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

hugs !! my god does this boy love to hug you. his driver room? hugs. middle of a flight? he will hug you. cooking? back hugs. he will do anything for a hug. he also loves to give you small, everyday things that remind him of you. he sees a flower shop with your favorites in the window, he’ll by them for you. soft toy of your favorite animal? he’ll get one, put a little bow on it and gift it to you. he would so give you a little ring with ‘81’ on the inside, if you played a sport/raced he would have a matching one with your number in it. and if you didn’t, he would put your initials. vv sweet baby.

b- best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

he would drag you to his house to watch every single race when you were kids. you’d be forced to sit next to each other in the seating plan and became fast friends, especially if you’re good at math, (why do you think i have so many friends?) he would miss a lot for racing so you’d take extra notes for him so he would buy you a little trinket at every race, and you’d put them all on a shelf. (your parents had to take you to IKEA and get new shelves, just for the trinkets.)

c- cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

little spoon. even better if you’re taller than him. if you disagree, you can talk to the rock wall as i climb it. (i’m a rock climber btw, this isn’t meant to be a joke)

d- domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

he cooks and bakes a lot. (in Australia, you have a class (i had to take if for two years but that varies) on cooking, he would thrive there). he would do all the cooking because he loves it so much, so you would always clean up to share the work load. he would so want to by a little cozy house, maybe on a hobby farm, and adopt kids with you. you would take in sibling sets so they wouldn’t get separated in the system. i can see him doing that later in his career (after he wins a WDC maybe), and he would be a stay at home (working form home) dad for your little family (of like 10 kids across four adoptions and a surrogacy) while you worked full time.

e- ending (if they break up with their partner, how do they do it?)

he would let them down gently. he wouldn’t break up with someone for no reason, so if it was out of his control, he would by flowers and do it somewhere privet but with no real sentimental value to anyone. he’d cry doing it too. but like i said, unless they cheated of him, bby wouldn’t break up with anyone, ever. it probably meant he had a toxic high school relationship that one of his sisters had to get him out of because he didn’t want to make anyone upset :(

f- fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they be to get married?)

if he won an aus gp he would so take you out to dinner at his favorite place (he looks like the kinda guy to take you grilld at any and every opportunity) and propose to you at a park with ice cream afterwards. i think he would have no problem settling down. it’d give him some peace of mind that he always had someone in his corner to go home to after a bad race or stressful day.

g- gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he would treat you like glass, even if you could kill him with your bare hands, he’d still be so so so gentle with you. he’d always ask you how you’re feeling, and would tilt his head while listen to you talk about your emotions. the king of communication. 100%.

h- hugs (do they like hugs? what are their hugs like?)

he loves hugs. i will not be elaborating. (especially if you lay on top of him, he loves it, it makes him feel so safe.)

i- i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

depends on how long he’s known you. if you met as kids, he’d probably say it to you before you got together (in a platonic way.) but otherwise he’d wait until you said it to him.

j- jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

he gets jelous so easlity, but he wouldn’t show it. if someone was flirting with you, he’d go all quite and moody as he holds your hand tighter or hugs your waist. he won’t outwardly do anything to anyone because he trusts you so much, he knows you would never do anything.

k- kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

he loves to kiss you. he would kiss your cheek then blush and run away. if you had tattoos, he would so kiss them. if you kissed him, anywhere, he would melt into a pile of goo and mark would have to stop him spacing out every five minutes for the rest of the day.

l- little ones (how are they around children?)

he loves children. did you see him with the grid kids at the aus gp? he didn’t look like he stepped on lego for once. if you had to baby sit a small child (between 4yo and 10yo) he is so coming with you. he’d probably enjoy the toys/shows you give to the kid than the actual kid.

m- morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

if you had a whole day off, you would just never leave the bed. he’s be so cuddly and soft. if you try moving before 10 am he would complain that it’s too cold without you. then you’d make breakfast and eat on the balcony/porch together. until lando or logan comes over unannounced and insist that you all play a video game.

n- night (how are nights spent with them?)

so so so soft. he goes to bed a 7 pm on the dot every day. the golden light from the setting sun would be so cute. he’d look like a teddy bear. he’d also insist that he childhood toy would sleep with you guys.

o- open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything at one or wait a white to reveal things slowly? )

he’d be so mysterious and would suddenly drop lore like he’s a dad or something. you wouldn’t know anything for months, then you suddenly know his favorite flower is a daisy and he once had to go the hospital because he ate a dandelion. then you have to wait months for any new information.

p- patience (how easily angered are they?)

he is a saint. unless your lando, logan or fredrik, then he is perpetually annoyed at you. if you had a disability (both visible or invisible) he’d be so so patient with you if you were slower to get somewhere/do something/understand him. and if you spoke a different language, he’d learn it in secret so you could talk. he’d probably be more comfortable talking in your native language than in english, he gives me the vibes of “i don’t like speaking English to people i’m close to, it doesn’t feel special enough for them.”

q- quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he would remember every little detail you ever tell him ever. your favorite pen brand you mentioned as you walked though officeworks or your Favorite teacher from when you were 5. he will remember everything. until you ask him, then he forgets his own name.

r- remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

when you brought him flowers for the first time when he was still in f3. you brought them for him when you went on your first in person date since covid started and he took them home and pressed them so he could put them in a frame and keep them forever. he’d set the photo of you two from that date as his wallpaper and would always show it to people like “look at my man :D”

s- security (how protective are they? how would they protect you?)

he would wrap himself around you entirely when he wants to protect you but he also cried when he almost killed a spider so i don’t think he’d be capable of anything else.

t- try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts everyday tasks?)

he puts so much effort it making things special for you were ever he can but it’s all or nothing. it’s either pizza on the living room floor with a shitty film, or the most expensive wine he could find with a home cooked, three course meal on a balcony in Paris. he’d always make is special for you, but it depends on his mood and what he can do.

u- ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he’d bite your fingers if you put them too close to his mouth. he’d get the overwhelming sense of love and would bite your fingers to keep your hands on him or at least close to him because he would cry otherwise. this wouldn’t be a problem for you if it weren't for the fact he has sharp teeth and a strong jaw.

v- vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

he does not care. he does not give two fucks about how he looks. until it’s a fancy date, then he cares. he’d learn how to do eyeliner so he’d look extra good for you. (him in eyeliner, i’d pay money to see that)

w- whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

absolutely. he would cry every night he couldn’t be with you or call/talk to/see you. he would take your clothes so he could feel even just a little but closer to you.

x- xtra (a random headcanon for them)

he’d call you ducky. no reason for it. he just called you that one day and never stopped.

y- yuck (what are somethings they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

he wouldn’t want someone who would always one up him or treat him like a baby. he also wouldn’t want someone who always did all the cooking and cleaning while he just did nothing. he’d probably cry if the work load wasn’t split evenly.

z- zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs)

he’d take all the blankets. even in an aussie summer, he insists on sleeping with three blankets and you’ll always wake up at 3am with no blankets and again at 6am with him (and all the blankets) on top of you.

[niko-jpeg]

For the Camp Green Hill AU; I'm quite curious to know who's all there? What are everyone's favorite camp activities?? I can say that I really enjoyed the hiking around the mountains around camp!

[Smash announcer voice] Everyone is here! Well, as many characters as I could get away with really. If they're in a mainline game, they're there! A main gimmick of the camp itself is that you pick a 'team' before the camp starts, and that is the division between the 'good' guys and 'bad' guys. You can swap teams halfway through if you so please, but it adds a sense of competition to every activity done as a full group!

Our main cast shifts pretty regulalry with each 'arc', with Sonic always being at the center of it with Tails. Our main camper cast is usually: Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Shadow, usually at least 1/5th of the Chaotix, and occasionally Silver! Silver does his best to lay low for the first few 'arcs' though. He's got a ton of secrets and a talking cat to keep hidden, after all. On the villain side of the camp, we usually follow Eggman's scheme to undermine the other team of the week lol. He's not malicious, just really competitive. And that causes a lot of headache and paperwork in the future, lol. As for their favorite activites?

Sonic enjoys rock climbing and running, but he's not allowed to compete in relay races or in any activity that requires speed competitively, simply because he has an advantage. He thinks its bullshit, but he's a great climber!

Tails really likes obstacle courses, shockingly. He's pretty quick on his feet, all things considered.

Knuckles likes the downtime they're given. He enjoys fist fighting the other campers when no one is looking though.

Amy loves anything requiring being on the water. Kyaking, paddling, swimming, you name it! She loves the water. She also has a garden she planted when she was really young at the camp she takes care of.

Shadow enjoys fishing. Mostly with Big. He's a simple guy!

Silver and Blaze both really like to arts and crafts! Anything that requires creation, they're both there for. Blaze tries her best, but Silver has a real knack for it! Though, his real favorite thing is pranking other campers. Being psycic has its perks! Blaze also likes hiking :)

If you want more characters, just say the word!

[collabwithmyself]

silly little in-character notes for hito for the pikmin au that is slowly unfolding with my friends! might write some for akiko too...

Hito's Notes

Red Pikmin

These are tough little guys! I've noticed they tend to land nose-first when I throw them at other animals, maybe that's got something to do with why they hit so hard. Turns out they're also fireproof, which I had to learn the hard way, haha... I should really make sure the pikmin are all standing clear before testing the thrusters.

Yellow Pikmin

You gotta be careful if you toss these little guys, they go way higher than I was expecting! It's like those big ears catch the wind, haha! They also don't seem too bothered when messing with live wires- I had to pull one out of the control panel of my ship the other day, and it was fine!

Blue Pikmin

Other pikmin don't handle water too well, but these little guys march right in like it's nothing! I wonder if it's got to do with those mouths of theirs... funny that they're the only ones that have visible ones, when any of the pikmin can cut into my food supply with no problem.

Purple Pikmin

Stars, these guys are heavy! Ha, makes me wish I'd kept up my fitness regime from college... speaking of, these guys are amazing in a fight! They can even go toe-to-toe with me if they're feeling up for a friendly wrestle!

White Pikmin

I know all pikmin are little, but these guys are really little. They're quick, though, and the acid they spit keeps them out of the worst of trouble! Not like they're not capable of getting into it, though, haha... at least they didn't get sick after eating my expired food.

Rock Pikmin

I know there's a special name for plants that grow in rocks, but I can't remember it... sorry, Akiko, I'll have to ask you again if I get back home. But anyway, these guys are rock-solid, even if they're bad at holding onto walls and animals... haha, guess they're not rock climbers!

Winged Pikmin

These little guys are super handy! They can fly right over obstacles that'd give other pikmin problems. And since they're so small, they're not easy to knock out of the air... which can be a problem if they're taking off with your tools!

Ice Pikmin

I've never been good with the cold, but that's not these guys' fault. They're friendly as any other pikmin once they hear the whistle, and they can freeze water to let other pikmin cross it... or make my canteen more refreshing on a hot day, haha!

Glow Pikmin

These pretty little guys only come out when it's dark. Nothing seems to hurt them too badly, which is a good thing, considering how rough this place gets at night. They always vanish in the morning, like I used to do in college, haha.

Onion

Ha, I know it's not the most creative name, but that's what it looks like! It keeps the pikmin safe at night, brings them around while I'm looking for a spot to explore, and whatever's going on inside it, it can make more pikmin if you bring it the right stuff.

Leaflings

Milton's not exactly a pikmin, but he sure isn't like me, either. I wonder if he was always like this, or if something happened to him...? Ha, either way, he sure isn't interested in acting like a pikmin. The whistle just annoys him, and I wouldn't dream of grabbing his stem and throwing him.

(Milton belongs to @wizardmolars!)

[spacenintendogs]

for your modern AU:

first off, I love it, inject it into my bloodstream please.

do the dragons like squeaky cat toys. Pls I need to know -

do they, like, randomly chew on stuff.

Are there any important things the riders need to hide from the dragons to prevent the above from happening?

KAJDKSJDJSJ thank u so much!!!!!!!

as for the cat toys!!! it depends on the dragon :)

toothless?? absolutely. hiccup doing that thing with his metal tools reflecting light & toothless chasing it?? absolutely. toothless is very Cat™️. he likes chasing small puff balls, hiccup gets one of those feather toys on a pole, squeaky mouse toys, etc. altho he'd much prefer to catch & eat actual mice... but yea he likes squeaky cat toys the most

deadly nadders like stormfly are more similar to parakeets/parrot like birds in stature! talking to her so she tries to mimic is smth she loves!!! BUT!! stormfly still loves playing fetch!! she also just likes games in general!!! hiding her toy so she finds it, etc!!! she likes little bells too. she also enjoys playing with astrid's braid when she sits on astrid's shoulder. she likes playing with string :) and she's a shredder.

monstrous nightmares like hookfang like to rough house like dogs & cats! pinning the horns down & stuff!! also a tugger!! play tug of war with him!! but like a cat he is a climber. think abt hookfang climbing the arena chains!!! he's like a bat sometimes!! likes scaring ppl!! also helps toothless chase mice. surprisingly tho he likes clinging to snotlout's back and front. also he's a shredder.

meatlug is the most like a dog!! she loves playing fetch (pls think abt her little tail wagging with her big ol eyes as she pants bc she's excited bc she wants the ball!! god my heart). she gets winded a little quicker due to being u know. a solid rock. but!! she loves cuddling!! a lap girlie for sure!!! also if anyone is a chewer, it's her. u gotta watch your shoes around her!!!!

barf and belch play with each other & enjoy chasing!! chase a ball, a stick, the twins, another dragon, etc!! they want to be chased too!! they are ambush predators so anything that'll activate that too!!!! putting your hand under a blanket and moving it quickly back and forth will get them to run & bat at it like a cat!! they also enjoy hopping between ruff & tuff's shoulders!!!

as for things that need to be hidden: shoes, any paper materials, any jackets, & fabric in general. sometimes the shirt they're wearing gets shredded bc the dragons felt like it. snotlout especially ends up with shredded t-shirts. the gang has to watch where they set their backpacks down!! also sometimes dangly shiney earrings will get a pounce or two at them!!!!

also probably don't have an actual cat or dog near the dragons until they're good & trained 😭

[butterfrogmantis]

Precontext this is sort of a replacement for my original Kheprii & Diligent dynamic because as much fun as that was it was based off a dream and in my actual au it doesn't really work properly due to in-universe stuff so like it was fun and all but it's more or less retconned now maybe they still had the epic fight and maybe they still had a lil' something but then Kheprii returns to her assigned post and yadda yadda mostly just a fun au rather than being part of the actual Butterverse ya know

SmurfIvy was the head animal handler for the lead Grove scout team. Not just dragonflies, but equipped with a varied knowledge of other mounts for the grove. This is perhaps how she met her wife, SmurfBuddleia. The head of the farming committee and lover of animals herself, bubbly, buff Bud was the perfect match. Their baby did come with some complications – an infant infection needed a lifesaving amputation of her left arm as a child but after that it was a smooth recovery and the family were happy. Until they weren’t.

That night happened. The night SmurfStorm crashed into the grove, panicked and shaking, desperately seeking out the baby she knew had just been orphaned. Stormy’s team of 7 had been reduced to 1 in a freak accident involving a scouting party gone wrong. An unknown human wizard had captured the other 6 members of the scout party to turn to gold. Amongst these were the married couple SmurfTiger and SmurfPoppy, who had recently had a stork delivery, and SmurfIvy, whose wife and young daughter were at home. Whilst SmurfStorm was desperately seeking the orphaned baby (later Quixotic) it was SmurfLily who came to Bud with the bad news.

I mean. There’s other ng that are country kids. Mari simply has a country accent, Wrangler gets involved with a cowboy lifestyle, Sower is a textbook farmer’s daughter and even child Diligent could lay down a banjo himself, but Fuchsia was the grove equivalent. Banjo skills to rival Diligent even with a prosthetic arm - but with a voice that didn’t quite match up, Fuchsia dove hard into the honky-tonk ways of her mother Buddleia for the first few years of her life and was darn-tootin’ proud of it too. Unfortunately it wasn’t always viewed so well by the other grove kids, and Fuchsia started to resent it later on.

Buddleia and Farmer are pretty good friends even if they don’t see each other often, them’s farmin’ folk stick together. The kids? Less so. Fuchsia insists her farm in the grove is much cooler than Dil’s and they have a lot more workers and more animals so why does only Diligent’s tall dad work the village farm … also his little sister is sorta weird looking no offence Fuchsia just doesn’t really hang around babies much they’re too squirmy and gross and actuallly boys are gross too what's she even doing here.

Fuchsia is one of the oldest NG, coming just under Lapidary in the official pipeline list of deliveries (for important ng – truth is there’s a lot more than my ocs wandering around but I don’t have time to dedicate 100+ ocs) Fuchsia very much grows up in the grove but she starts to turn away from her farming life in her preteens. She becomes embarrassed of her mother’s extroverted and simple ways and ends up in a rebellious phase of wanting to be looked up too, starting to look more towards the kind of person her other mother was and resentful she barely remembers her. Fuchsia starts working to become a major athlete – allstar trackstar, rock climber, swimmer, martial artist – she’s got the attitude to match the muscles and a mean fightin’ side to her. She’s not necessarily mean herself but VERY quick tempered and arguably as bad as Tuffy for instigating fisticuffs.

Fuchsia returns to Smurf Village for the first time in years to see her friend Foxglove and wow this place has hardly changed a bit since she was a kid and HOLY SHIT IS THAT THE FARM BOY SHE USED TO KNOW? He’s …… actually super buff wow. Fuchsia joins the Diligent simp club (get in line).

Butttt unlike the majority of the simp club Fuchsia will flat out refuse to admit it, culminating instead in what looks like a one sided rivalry. Truly, despite being one of the nicest dudes around Diligent always finds himself paired with people who want to kick his ass for some reason. Unlike Slacker who originally hated his work ethic and Kheprii who wanted her damn beetles back, in Fuchsia’s case it’s because she’s slightly obsessed with proving herself more athletic than him. Or perhaps she just wants to see him in tank tops. Her goals are beyond your understanding.

SmurfFuchsia and Quixotic have a vague mutual … acknowledgement, since both lost mom’s in the scout party disaster. Quixotic lost both but also gained a whole new family whilst Fuchsia still has 1 bio mom but has become distant from her … perhaps talking with Quixy will give Fuchsia the push she needs to repair the relationship with Bud.

Not Vitriolic tho. That’s putting gunpowder and fire together. Vitty is more of silver tongued fox with less muscle and Fuchsia's more of a physical fighter that can't come up with insults but stick em in a room together and watch em explode. They've definitely kissed

SmurfIvy, SmurfBud, SmurfFuchsia, Diligent, Sower, SmurfFoxglove, Quixotic and Vitriolic are mine

[sighonaraa]

Concept: blanket forts with Jamie and Roy in the football kiddos au

anon i need you to know that when i saw this ask my jaw literally dropped like one of those cartoon characters. THIS IS SOOOOOOOO. OH MAN!!!

11:32 p.m.

“No,” Roy says, for the tenth time since permitting Ted to enter the flat. At the time, he hadn’t realized that doing so would lead to him standing here, now, made the unwitting victim to two pairs of giant pleading puppy-dog eyes. If he’d known, he never would’ve opened that door. Instead he’s stuck and left wondering how exactly Ted’s fucking genetic makeup prevented him from developing shame.

Jamie releases a wordless whine and flops to the floor, all sprawl-legged and boneless. “But Roy,” he says. “Sam says you gotsa do pillowed forts at sleepovers! S’the law.”

“Pillow forts,” Roy corrects, gently absentminded, “and what the shit do you know about the law, you muppet?”

“Moe’s gonna lay it down,” recites Jamie dutifully.

Roy rubs the bridge of his nose.

“To be fair, he ain’t wrong,” says Ted, who’s apparently taken it upon himself to be the least helpful person in the entire fucking universe. He’s behind the kitchen counter baking a late-night batch of brownies even though Roy had told him they didn’t need one, wearing his stupid I’m The Step That Dadded Up apron and waving a spatula around as he talks like it’ll prove his point beyond reproach. “Pillow forts are a tried and true sleepover ritual.”

“Don’t you fucking start,” says Roy.

Jamie spills the rest of the way to the ground, splaying his arms and legs in eagle pose. The little fuck-muppet’s learned how to be dramatic from Colin. It’s hilarious when it’s not used for nefarious purposes, such as this. “Please please please can we do pillow forts, Roy? We gotsa.”

And Roy… has no argument, really, except that he’s tired and in the mood to be stubborn. But Jamie’s so hopeful, and Ted’s got this twat smile beneath his mustache like it’s already been decided what they’re going to do, and instead of another no the next thing out of Roy’s mouth is, “Christ. Fine. We can… do fucking pillow forts.”

Jamie and Ted cheer in tandem. Trent’s probably in the flat over wondering what the fuck is wrong with them. The thought almost makes Roy laugh.

They spend the next hour dragging sheets and pillows from the beds and couches, laying them in a massive pile at the center of the living room until they’ve built a mountain that Jamie is wriggling to climb. Roy tells him to stay put, and Ted sweetens the deal by performing a pantomime of a rock climber getting impaled on a tree branch and falling to his death.

“Okay,” Roy says. “We need four chairs.” He’s not sure why he announces this; he knows only that he’d always hated it when he was a kid and the adults acted like it didn’t matter whether he understood what was happening or not. “Got that, muppet?”

Jamie nods, very solemnly. “Uh-huh!”

The chairs from the table are brought over to fulfill their intended purpose, and then Roy takes one end of a sheet and Ted the other, and they snap a sheet across the length of the backs of the chairs. It settles soft and smooth in the air, forming a roof, and Jamie grabs Blankie from the pile and toddles it right inside.

“Blankie likes it,” Jamie informs Roy. “He thinks s’got characters.”

“Blankie has darn good taste,” says Ted, kneeling at the mouth of the fort. “But y’know what I’m thinkin’?”

Jamie shakes his head.

“This pillow fort needs a couple more pillows,” Ted says, and grabs an enormous armful before knee-crawling beneath the sheet to settle cross-legged next to Jamie and Blankie. “See that? Much better.”

Jamie tucks up against Ted’s thigh. “Roy,” he says, cheeks dimpling with the strength of his beam. “S’not a real pillow fort till you’re here too.”

Roy’s throat goes tight and hot. He swallows past it; takes a moment to capture this image in his mind: Jamie, sleepy and brimming with joy, leaning into the solid, steady weight of a softly smiling Ted, Blankie held between them and the whole world outside put away for a while. His eyes are damp, and he grins through it.

“I’m coming,” he says, and he does.