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lanatusnebula · 7 months ago

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I Want To Like Aeolus

I'm going to type "Helios" because I played a fan translated version of the game so I could avoid the eng voice actors. (I refuse to buy anything else Capcom releases related to Megaman because I physically own most of this stuff anyway LOL)

So, so good points about Helios;

he has a cool head on his shoulders (deisgn-wise)

he had model H (my favorite MMZ character is Harpuia and ZX I love Model H big)

I like his face and hair! It's super silly but the more I look at it, the more he reminds me of SOMEONE I can't actually put my finger on. It's funny. And he has... one earring? Hanging off the ear mechanic things? Not sure what to call them... audio enhancement device? Vestibular Enhancement Piece? I wish they got some nerd to official label the reploid/cyborg body parts...

He's pretty neat in that regard, haha!

Model H is super fun in ZX! I enjoyed it in ZX. In ZX it is my favorite! So good on him that he's a biomatch for pocket Harpuia.

From here downward i will slander Helios's name and everything he will ever stand for.

nb4, "dude if you dont like him, then ignore his existence like you do with everything else you dont like" bro you dont understand this is a struggle i must endure for the sake of my own completeness (self-torture)

This whole this is biased and abandoned by reason, but I will put on a brave face and embarass myself anyway...! ò 0 ó

Points to touch on;

his design

his writing

his personality

biomatching with Model H

background

moveset

Design

I hate his design so freakin much. He has a sleeveless vest (ok), the weird skin-tight extra padding (sure) a skirt attached to ABSOLUTELY NOTHING (ok) and PANTS (dress pants). Each of these things on a character in the Z series would be like "eh whatever". But looking at how everyone else dresses, I always wondered "what happened HERE???". I'm hoping that it was a mistranslation of the concept art to the official marketed stuff, and they added volume to the skirt when it was supposed to be attached to the torso piece. I just can't mentally comprehend his layers otherwise? Like I'm picturing he and Ciel had the same thing going on, except he has dress pants instead of tights.

I'm more than aware that fashion in the Z/ZX series is a bit unhinged and abnormal. That it might even be lore related or somehow touched on by the fact that every human is a cyborg. Maybe he's a reploid and we can't see it? I'm holding onto the hope that Atlas and Helios are reploids who hide this fact. (Unlikely)

His Writing

Because I am an ugly Harpuia fan, I was expecting more than the game actually gave. This section is my personal gripes that have no real basis for complaints. They are, as a whole, completely unnecessary and ignorable.

Siarnaq has a backstory that is briefly mentioned in his little disk thing. Okay!

Thetis has some sort of motivation that hints that something else could be there, but doesn't have a backstory in in the disk thing. Okay!

Atlas has a backstory that is briefly mentioned in her little disk thing. Okay! (she has been ruined by the fanart in select places and thus she does not exist to me LOL - same with Ashe tbh)

Helios has... a shallower motivation than even Thetis *and* lacks a backstory. I mean, sure I guess? I am biased towards Thetis because I figured for a reploid to have that much of an interest in oceans - something *happened*. It isn't even suggested that anything did happen, it's just... a good set up for me to fart out fandom crap. But Helios... I... man.

Man.

"Everything is imperfect and full of foolish fools I will kill everyone." His personality is so god damn bland. Harpuia was the highlighted guardian for most of the MMZ games and I ended up really enjoying how he evolved and how he struggled in the drama CDs. There was a lot to work with! Part of me thinks, "yes well Fefnir had jack shit going for him and you'd die for him". I DIG HIS DESIGN A REALLY LOT. But THIS GUY I simply struggle with! I want to like him because bootleg model H biomatch but I got nothing to workmwith! And that frustrates me. :(

Bland personality (I like Death the Kid ffs), shit motivation, no background - I know this is grounds for "blank slate, do what you want" but I just don't operate like that for this guy specifically.

His Personality

This section is biased.

Helios's personality doesn't really go beyond "I am a pretentious snob." He has... four lines? Maybe? I can recall four instances of dialogue off the top of my head.

"I don't have time for this lol"

"Fuck you, you imperfect crackhead" (I played as Grey).

"Fuck everyone on this planet for being imperfect."

"Self sacrifice is beautiful for friendship."

Maybe I can work with these? They are not obviously direct quotes, and are obviously played up for the hahateehee, but... I dunno man. It Should be enough to work with but I can't get into mindset of doing something with it.

Biomatching With Model H

This one is a little tricky. I assumed the biometals were either broken, muted somehow, or ditched by whatever personalities lived within them. Model Z kinda suggests to me that it IS the original inside of the biometal, but it's pure speculation based on a few lines.

I understandnthe relations some of the MegaMen have with their biometles, right

Atlas is powerhungry, which can loosely be connected to Fefnir in a very idiot way

Thetis has a "childlike innocence with attached cruelty" that we can poke ourselves in the eyes and say Leviathan had. Also ice water go brr

Siarnaq is a freaky little somethin ninja who is the complete opposite of what we assume Phantom is like based on the extremely limited dialogue he gives us. (but is substantially more to work with than what Helios gives us)

For Helios, we have to accept the "pompous homogeneous ruler mentality" as Harpuia's link. Which I don't get. What is the point of the entire Z series then? Aren't we supposed to look at Harpuia's growth and go "oh he actually is dedicated to his cause but was stuck in some muddy circumstances"? He had pride, absolutely (thinking about his post-repairs in Z3) but it's such a small part of who I thought he was personally? Granted, I did not write the game. I have no say in this; pride could have been his very essence. I just thought it was... justice.

We can say Helios is very much connected to justice - that he feels there is a sense of justice in nuking the flawed beings off this planet. (which is somewhat skewed by the fact that humans get bot'd after a while - what age? 13??? - and are basically cyborgs or robots themselves. So in a sense, they're already leaving behind their imperfect bodies) But... the super secret ending - the fact that he is present AT ALL makes no sense. If the goal is to put an emphasis on human bodies in the future, then... why is Helios present for this? Humans are the epitome of imperfection - we know this. It's blatant. It's why they do these mechanical enhancements to begin with.

Helios can't even commit to a cause right? I know all the MegaMen are exceedingly braindead and that's cool. But at least the others COMMIT to it. Thetis doesn't go "I'm gonna eliminate an entire race for the ocean" and then piss in the sea. Atlas doesn't go "Power is everything." and then break down crying and throwing away her biometal to embrace her weakness. Siarnaq doesnt go "HYPERFOCUSING ON TASK AT HAND" and then hold hands with everyone at the amusement park with a smile. THEY COMMIT.

Helios is stupid. He doesn't commit. Not if that is the truest ending leading up to this ZXC they planned.

His Background

Helios has no background. Okay. That is fine. Thetis doesn't have one either. Two focusing on the present and two focusing on the past.

But what could his background have been? Aristocrat? Poor? Feral child? Living in squalor? No parents? Abusive parents? Was he training to be one of the Sage Trinity? Albert came out of nowhere right? Maybe anyone qualifies - clearly they don't do background checks on anyone.

Maybe he was a sword enthusiast? Maybe the sword plays a part in this? Maybe he idolizes Thomas and felt his methods weren't extreme enough? I feel like the sword is very important to him as a character.

But why didn't they elaborate? They spent so much time making the Floating Islands a Shit Stage and Ouroboros absolutely mind breaking they didn't think to go "maybe we should add a line about his sword that he never actually uses." Are the writers andnstage designers different people? I don't actually know. Might be in the credits. Sure doesn't feel like it in ZXA.

His Moveset

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why is model zx's reach so short

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#text post #lana please shut up

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tiffanylamps · 2 years ago

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For ao3 wrapped: 18,28,29 :)

Hey!! Thank you so much for sending me this ask! 😊 (I only write Beyond Evil fics, so everything will be related to that fandom)

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18) The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year? I would say probably... Lee Dong Sik. I always fear that I'm going to write him in a way that seems more like a caricature than an actual depiction of his character. I do really enjoy writing from his perspective, as I feel there's a lot of depth to the way he views the world, and some of my favourite things I have written have been told from his perspective. I just want to do it right, and as of right now, I don't believe I have.

28) Favorite work you wrote this year? oooh, this is a tough one. The one that first comes to mind is my self-indulgent karaoke fic, courage to make love known. I don't think it's necessarily the "best" thing I've ever written but I really enjoyed putting it together. Plus, it's just a bunch of silly nonsense and that's super fun to write sometimes (as I tend to focus more on angsty, more emotional stories). 29) Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? Oh no, another really tough one. Ahhhhh. I can't choose just one, so I'll give you a selection

The faraway melody of pitter-patter rain morphs lazily, changing in tone and tempo as the hazy sleep-conscious fog in Joo Won's mind dissipates. His body is a burdening mass of unnecessary weight: limbs mid-rigor mortis from a dreamless sleep that has left him disorientated and aching, stitched to the mattress with invisible red thread. But he knows where he is as soon as he stretches his muscles like a cat after a day-long nap: toes splayed and knees clicking. His head rolls back, allowing his cheek to find the all-too-soft fabric of a pillow that is too fluffy and too big to be his own.

Ah. He knows this pillow. He knows the entire set.

He twists, uncoordinated with eyes closed like a newborn pup seeking out the life-giving milk of its mother. His chest finds the bed sheet and before he has the clarity of mind to stop himself, he cradles the pillow with arms on the verge of pins and needles, burying his face amongst the polyester stuffing. He allows himself a lungful of peace. Just a lungful. A deep and steady intake of autumn air and whatever diffuser Dong Sik has been using as of late. Not unlike a bagpipe, it inflates him with life and song, and he traps it within his lungs in secret, succumbing to its wonder. He feels oddly full.

His eyes look off to the distance and his eyes fall far away. He is incandescent; his heart sending mystic messages to its other half, like children whispering secrets through a tin can telephone. It’s a shame that his other half is currently steaming drunk and unable to receive his messages.

It started as the drips of melting ice and throughout the years it has swelled into streams, rivers and levees, crashing down like waterfalls, but only shown through tears and promises. She’s sure that if he doesn’t speak of it, one day, it’ll become a sea, overwhelming him with waves and tsunamis.

Joo Won feels sick like a projector with a film reel twisted up and jammed, seconds away from catching alight. He tries to be strong, he really does but he can’t stop himself from crumbling down. His chest is a lonesome chasm of torment and guilt, putrid and rotting away. He clutches onto it: maybe if he tears away the filth, he can be good enough - less selfish - for his partner. How can he ever face himself again, when he pushed the best man he’s ever met to-?

After an awkward adjustment of limbs, the blanket barely covering them both, Joo Won lays with his head on his favourite chest, listening to his favourite heart drum the beat of their wedding song. Dong Sik kisses his forehead, wiping tears away and keeping him closer than ever. Joo Won knows they have a lot to discuss, and he knows they will. But right now, the sun is rising and he's in the arms of the man he loves, knowing for certain that he's loved in return. He's on the verge of sleep when he mumbles, “I’d take your name.”

His chin is lifted by gentle fingers, and they comb through his hair as an invitation to explain. “In England and other countries, it’s customary for one spouse to take their partner’s surname. If I could, legally or illegally, I would take your family name.”

Fireflies only live during the summer; Dong Sik had once whispered against his shoulder when they were young and stupid, during a night that never seemed to end. He whispered it with a smile tugging at the corner of his swollen lips; lips Jung Je had made swollen with his own. He remembers how Dong Sik softened with a boyish laugh as Jung Je kissed him again instead of replying. He remembers the smile he captured, the laugh he felt against his tongue, a lie he captured with his teeth and kept chewing on for countless summers.

But summer has ended a long time ago, he knows that now, and winter is truly here. Jung Je wipes the moisture from his cheeks and turns on the ignition. He got Dong Sik’s summers, what a fool he has been for wanting his autumn years too. Someone beat him to it.

Or worse yet, perhaps they were never his, to begin with. Dong Sik was never his.

Love, I spent an evening outside your door, chipping away at the paint, wishing that this is just a nightmare. But the touch burns with that ice-cold death, knowing a part of me is forever empty without you. I am always with you and without you. My memories are dried chrysanthemum petals wedged in between the pages of our yearbook. Twenty years is all you were given. Twenty years is all I took.

Joo Won fixed his collar again. He’s been told numerous times that he’s vain, and it was probably true. He was meticulous: bleached teeth, designer socks, silk bed sheets, Egyptian cotton net curtains, and gold leaf eye cream. He is a fuck-off wristwatch, a share in stocks, a non-existent handshake; real platinum.

He has perfectly manicured nails, a selection of embroidered ties, and a beautiful face without a smile. The kid with a private university dorm room. A dedicated bar inside his studio flat overflowing with sophisticated wine and perfectly aged spirits accompanied by crystal drinking glasses. His class at university was asked: Who is most likely to succeed? Everyone agreed: Han Joo Won. Him, of course. You know who his father is.

As a result of his sequestered life, he had become a fantasy: a façade, a prince at a masquerade ball with an empty dance card.

Once upon a time, he was the kid that memorised every word to foreign hymns. He studied sheet music until the ink bled. He shot awake at night from tainted memories of a begrudged second place in a spelling bee. He was a hangnail snagging on a Prada suit, a smudge on Muzik reading glasses. He was mascara tears running down painted cheeks.

Dust dances and twirls between sunray and shadow. The afternoon heat has mellowed into a finer thing: a pleasant concoction of crickets and the early evening songbirds' tune. There are dishes on the counter and boxes by the door, a light is on in the bathroom, and it is quiet as if there is no one home at all. The still lake on the other side of the sliding doors perfectly mirrors the painted sky, like a bathtub of golden honey, waiting for a finger to take a dip.

Anyway, yeah, there's more but I won't bore you with it. Out of the selection, the last one is the only excerpt from an unpublished piece/wip, so you get a cheeky sneak peek haha. I hope this was of interest to you! Thank you again for sending me this ask 😊

#ask game #ask answered #thank you <3 #writing

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earthletters · 4 months ago

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Dear Earth,

31/07/2024

I've come to realize that I haven't been giving the love to the items that I have that I longed for so long and that I finally own as an adult. Beautiful book editions and whimsical merchandise from fantasy series and every Taylor Swift vinyl is who I am and part of me. My crystals, my old timey decoration taste… it's all a demonstration of self that happened accidentally. I also noticed that the things I don't need or use or value can and should be let go, to make space for the important things physical or mental. I'm in no way a minimalist, i'm quite the maximalist but I'm trying to be a maximalist with purpose. I also want to reduce consumption of new items, shop secondhand as much as possible and learn how to make things myself like knitting and embroidery.

Lately I've been trying to make space, mental and physical space. I have done the uncomfortable tasks: change banks, going to the dentist, making my passport, scheduling a health consult, making a budget plan. All the things that pick at the back of my mind. But also I'm starting to sell the things I don't use that are sitting unloved in storage. Hopefully I can sell, donate, recycle everything that has no purpose to me before long. And from now on, I don't want to buy unnecessary things without thinking hard on it or post-pone uncomfortable life-tasks. I want to be on top of things so I can sit down and breathe without a heavy chest of anxiety and a cluttered mind. I have the time NOW to become the person I wish I was always: organised, budgeted, intentional, peaceful, surrounded by beauty and with that hopefully my dreams may come true one by one: have a beautiful magical fairy-like wedding, a house of my own, my future cats, the bare glimpse of the chance of a baby (unsure yet), to write a fiction book, to learn new things, new languages, new skills (knitting, embroidery, baking, cooking, etc.), to have a hobby that can make money.

The relationships are the hard part, I don't want to fight to find and sustain friendships, I want them to happen naturally and I don't know what it is about me that hinders that but I want to learn how to not give a damn and to put myself in new environments with people of the same tastes and ideas.

Digitally, I want to control myself on the doom-scrolling and the video completionist in me. I want to publish photography, texts, ideas and try to improve in time. I want to find the subjects I wanna share my views off of with the world. To practice my writing for the future books I might write, give vision to my thoughts in images to inspire my imagination even if only to put into the physical world what my vivid and wild imagination comes up with. I'm nostalgic by nature, I want things to look back to.

Finally, I want to live my own identity and work hard to clean the edges of it. I want to learn from mistakes, to overcome mental obstacles and to be there in the moment. I'm tired of accidents without thinking twice, of doing silly mistakes because i'm stressed and anxious and in the clouds, of pushing people away.

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autumnalreverieblog · 8 months ago

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Comfort in the Uncomfortable

I am aware of two things since becoming an adult- what makes me comfortable, & how to enjoy the uncomfortable.

What makes me comfortable is routine, cleanliness and warmth. I strive for these things daily.

Every morning looks the same. Fight the desire to stay asleep, crawl from bed to bathroom and pee. Put on work clothes, brush teeth, hair, put on makeup. Before I walk out the door, I verbalise my checklist, often more than twice.

'Hair brushed, teeth brushed, deodorant on. Shoes, socks, uniform, jumper. Glasses, phone, wallet, keys. Makeup, lipstick, necklace, perfume, badge, headphones.'

My family can nearly recite it too. I have had the same list since mid-high school, altering it slightly depending on what job I'm now working.

Some of the items seem silly. I admit the socks is probably unnecessary. However, the quick reminder of deodorant has saved me more than once when my routine has been disrupted and a step has been missed.

My routine is comfortable because it means I need not worry that I've forgotten any of those things once I'm gone; I think of them no more.

Personal grooming and cleanliness are related to my routine. I have my regular hair washing schedule, shaving, waxing and tinting. All the things a female needs to be presentable to the public. Cleanliness is a core value of mine, as my comfort relies heavily on it.

I cannot stand my own sticky skin, greasy hair, prickly legs. I have learned that I'm happier to sacrifice an extra hour for a late hair wash one night than to go without the next day and feel like a grot; a rat who appeared from the sewer.

Finally, warmth. Another core tenant in my need for comfort. The most environmentally painful part of a day for me is a cold winter morning. Awake before the sun and ripped from warm sheets into an icy morning makes me feel sick.

I love the warm embrace of a Queensland summer, and the early sunrise. I love joyful, hot summers.

I do believe that comfort is a criminally undervalued aspect of life. Obviously, as you know I'm about to say, it is not of first importance, it does not come before our main priorities, it cannot always be expected to be achieved. However, in moments and seasons when comfort can be regularly experienced, it increases one's joy and quality of life. Happy people are productive people, happy people are healthy people. We can survive without it but let's aim for more than mere survival- let's thrive.

Comforts are a gift from the LORD, which brings me to my next point.

I am more aware of how to be uncomfortable.

As an older teen and young twenty-year-old, I remember going through a season of learning what I liked, what made me comfortable. In that process, I was able to identify what I hated.

So, in part two of my self-discovery, I learned to better manage myself in unideal situations. Granted, I still have much to go.

My aversion to bleak July mornings is now combated by playing a mental game. Play pretends. In our world of tik tok and an endless stream of "Day in my Life" videos, it's easy to imagine myself as a different person who enjoys the things I avoid. Instead of a shivering Queenslander, I am a numb Slav who is used to brutalism and bitter chill. I eagerly wait for my black coffee.

Offensive? I've just realised it probably is, but I certainly don't mean for it to be. By all means, if you need to pretend to be a 23 year old Queenslander who loves the heat, go for it.

To dig my hole further, and build on my point, how I have learned to embrace the uncomfortable is by romanticising what I am doing. Taking all the unpleasantness away by entering a state of reverie and pretending that what I am doing is part of a beautiful story.

I lovingly fold my laundry like an 1800's prairie homemaker. I pour my coke into a glass like I'm a refined aristocrat. Rather than be stressed because my house was left as a mess, I'll embrace the cosiness of a lived in space and enjoy the housework later.

I write a silly piece for tumblr like I actually have something important to say.

It's not about doing things perfectly. It's about making the most of what we have and doing the best with what we've got. Finding our daily comforts and embracing the discomforts.

#girl blogger #blog #thoughts #donttakeittooseriously #opinion #hobby #romanticising #comfort

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rebornologist · 3 years ago

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Would it be possible for you to write the Vaira comforting an S/O who gets really bad cramps? Thank you in advance. 💜

Hi yes ofc!! This sounds so sweet ehehe ♡ My heart goes out to every person who suffers from bad cramps, bc I'm lucky enough to only feel it in my knees and lower back early on... we are so strong and sexy for powering through this curse

♡ Varia + s/o w/ Bad Cramps*:･ﾟ✧

WARNINGS: menstruation + cramps mention, pet names ehe

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Xanxus

y'all are so funny for expecting him to comfort you, but do know that it's one of the things that frustrates him to no end that he can't physically do anything himself to just ward away the cramps for his s/o, and he's secretly a little impressed that they power through and go about their daily life anyway, if not a little annoyed that they're not resting if they're going to be in constant pain :\

He would grumble a lot about their low energy and productivity due to the pain, but when they're nearly immobilized because it's that bad, he quiets himself and just sits there and lets them stay curled into his side or his lap

He doesn't say much, maybe he'd ask if it's the cramps again, and scoff when his s/o groans out their answer; He huffs quietly, but would put his arms around them and sit in silence once again

He's suuuper warm, his body temperature is naturally just kinda high all the time, I blame the rage flames :) His physiology aside, it makes him such a great cuddly heater to cozy up to

He's also quite muscular, and the weight of his arm draped over your lower stomach puts you more at ease; He gives you shit about quieting your groaning and moaning, but he's actually relieved that your pain is eased even a little..

Superbi Squalo

I think Squalo gets migraines and other stress induced ailments quite often, so he's empathetic to these invisible conditions that can be quite debilitating

He won't take a damn break to slow down and watch his s/o unless the cramps were bad; Unfortunately, they frequently are that bad!!

He grumbles about it a bit, definitely, his workaholic self that wishes you could be free of this pain in the ass (literally, sometimes.. yknow..) so that y'all could either be doing work or doing something else "productive" during your time off

He's attentive though, bringing hot lemon honey water or tea, sitting beside you in the bed and being open to any requests you have of him; One good thing about his mechanical hand is that he can give quite pleasant massages with them since he's had it for so long and the fingers can't possibly cramp up

He's quite fond of running a hot bath for his s/o where he can sit on the edge of the tub while they soak in the steamy waters, he might do some light reading or talk to them about whatever... whether it be them lamenting their awful cramps or him airing out his own grievances

Overall, he just does what he can to facilitate a peaceful environment and finds himself reassuring his s/o that the pain will pass, and he's here to help them through it

However do not speak of his embarrassingly domestic behavior amongst the other Varia lolol

Belphegor

Insists that he is the solution to your cramps, like... okay self centered weirdo

The perfect excuse for him to laze around with his s/o, just draped over their tummy to act as a human hot water bottle

He'll literally warm up some milk for you like some kind of baby and is willing to do all the ordering people around to get you what you need

Kind of a silly apathetic biatch tbh he's never experienced it and is kind of a nutjob so he insists that just taking some painkillers and spending time with him will solve the issue

Feel free to hate on him for that tbh; Despite it all, he never turns down the opportunity to pamper his s/o, so he's happy to be there for them when they're in pain

He's upset that it isn't a fun kind of pain, and also something uncontrollable and even unnecessary, but his s/o doesn't know he thinks that

The only thing you can really bet on is this: snuggling up in bed with one person between the other's legs, perhaps with a heated blanket on and some hot drinks in hand as they binge reruns of his s/o's show of choice

Fran

He's not the best at being empathetic, but after giving you a bit of shit for being curled up in bed all day, he realizes that... you're actually in a world of pain

He tries to use his illusions to soothe them, because mind over matter, right?! It only works when the cramps are minor, anything more intense and he realizes that he can only offer physical comfort

Okay, his circulation is terrible so he can only offer so much of his own warmth, but y'all have matching blanket hoodies that you can curl up in; If his s/o is still able to, he'd love to take the day off to play video games or something that could possibly take their mind off the discomfort

If they're in pain to the point of just laying there immobile, Fran would simply sit in bed with them and play video games or take naps with them so they can just vibe bahhh he's not good at handling this kind of stuff

Despite that, he's attentive enough to point out that certain things may exacerbate the cramping, and actively reminds his s/o to avoid certain foods (i.e. cold foods); He cares but he's just a little awkward imo

Esper Mammon

Okay this one is really funny bc Mammon reminds me of a cheap grandparent so I think they have a ton of hollistic tricks up their sleeves because it's much less expensive than western medication (and dareisay more effective in the long term)

They make the effort to mix up these concoctions that you definitely have to hold your nose for and take like a shot

If you complain enough, they might even feel obligated to give you a little kiss after (for free!?!?!?) for braving the bitter medicine

Tea is Mammon's a short king, so they're perfect to hold in your arms like an oversized teddy bear for warmth; Issue is... they're usually pretty cold (bad circulation mist users tingz)

They can compensate for that by warming their bodies for you though, no worries; They are in disbelief that they would be offering these services for free, but they're familiar with these kinds of ailments, and hates seeing their s/o in a world of hurt

People don't usually see them working this hard, but if ya check CCTV you'd catch Mammon shuffling in and out of the room periodically to retrieve herbal teas, refill the water bottle, grab some snacks, etc. all spaced out by long periods of them just inside the room, curled up in bed and brushing their hand up and down your back with a little pouty frown at the misfortune of the situation

Mammon has one of the softest and sweetest voices imo so if you ask nicely, they'll do a bit of quiet talking about whatever until you fall asleep (if you can even manage to sleep to avoid the pain), they think they're sneaky when they press a soft little kiss to the top of your head the second you're out like a light

Lussuria

Once a mom friend, always a mom friend; Luss would probably be the most doting on a partner and is most likely to sit and listen to anything that they had to say, being as understanding as he could with any of the intense emotions that could come along with this time of month

He's 1000% rushing in and out of the room grabbing this and that, and literally willing to try any method under the sun to help his poor dear

HE would be the most helpful during this time because (ehh cramps don't rly have much to do with cell regeneration BUT) he'd try using his sun flames to assuage the pain and discomfort

They only work short term, but he's diligent and tells them that they can just ask whenever they need something from him

Just thinking about it is heartwarming oml his sun flames are so warm and cozy, it provides just enough of a heating and soothing sensation to allow you to shift your mind to something other than the pain of having a period AUGH

He specifically cooks foods that are good for regulating hormonal cycles!! He's done his reading up on it ahghgh get you a man that goes the extra mile :’)

Levi a Than

Literally ask for anything and he's busting ass to get it for you

He can be a bit clueless sometimes, so he's the type to ask a bunch of questions to make sure that he's getting exactly what you're asking for; He trusts your word with everything so you could send this poor guy to go buy something that doesn't even exist and he'd simply invent it and bring it back to you duh

He wishes he could do more and can't bear to see his s/o in pain, it sucks that you have to remind him that he can't get too upset or angry at anything in particular because it's not something that can really be controlled

He's quite impressive with the balancing act of getting his own work done and checking in on you and getting you whatever you need (personally, so other people don't mess it up), probably won't be able to get into maximum cuddle mode until later at night

He's another big warm dude though, you could just lay on his chest to take the pressure off your back and it's like a heated mattress lmao enjoy <3

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julyarchives · 3 years ago

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Third Time Is The Charm

Two times you and Wooseok didn't kiss, and one time you did.

→ Pairing: Wooseok x Reader

→ Genre: Fluff

→ Words: 1.5K

→ Warnings: teeny tiny mention of Alcohol; a little bit of awkwardness

→ A/n: we absolutely adored writing this story, it is so cute and matches this boy-ish side of Wooseok we love so much! Thank you, Anon, for making this request, we hope you like it!

It was a drunk slip when Hongseok said "It's just like Wooseok! He is so whipped for Y/N but doesn't make a move because he's intimidated by her." The words slurred through his intoxicated lips.

You were sure that if Wooseok was there, he would have smacked Hongseok in the back of the head, but everyone that was there just giggled and joked at his expense. But you were also there and you don't think they were aware that you had a huge crush on Wooseok as well. Or they actually did, and letting you know about his side was part of some sort of evil plan.

Either way, since that day you tried to reach out to Wooseok, but there just wasn't a good moment. He probably heard about what happened from some of the other boys and was extra shy around you. You decided to give him some time and just be a normal friend to him, so he would start acting normal again.

It was a normal hang-out day and you went to the kitchen to get everyone some drinks. Wooseok arrived with the food and entered the room struggling with a bunch of bags in his hands.

"Here, let me help you" you took a few bags and placed them on top of the table, making it easier for him to manage around the ones left for him.

Once done with the food, you two stood awkwardly in silence.

"Hey" you smiled shyly, realizing you hadn't greeted him yet.

"Hey, Y/N" he answered just as shyly as you did, it was adorable to see the blush on his cheeks.

You just stared at each other with the dumbest smile on your faces, but you decided that being alone with him while the others played videogame was a good opportunity to come forward with your feelings.

"Listen-"

"Can I-"

You both spoke at the same time and giggled at the coincidence, but he motioned for you to go first.

"I believe the boys told you about what Hongseok said the other day" you began

"I'm really sorry about that, he's just being silly" he scratched the back of his head, messing with his fluffy hair.

"No, it's fine" you reached up and gently grabbed his hand, holding it in between both of yours. His doe-eyes widened in surprise, but you just continued "are you really intimidated by me?"

"No!" He answered anxiously "I mean, yes, but no" he stumbled onto his words and you giggled and squeezed the hand you were holding, trying to give him some reassurance. "It's just, you're the coolest, you know? I don't know what to do around you, I'm afraid to make a fool out of myself."

"You're cool as well, you idiot" you chuckled at the last word "and you are one of the coolest boys I know, you don't have to be self-conscious around, really."

"Thank you" he said, smiling at you.

You didn't think much, just let go of his hands and reached up to cup his cheek, caressing it with your thumb, and he immediately leaned into your touch. You took a deep breath, gathered some courage, and stepped closer to him. His gaze darted from your eyes to your lips, and his hands shyly rested on both sides of your waist.

You were so close now that you could feel his hot breath against your face, and his eyes closed when you leaned further. You felt your lips grazing his, and your stomach filled up with butterflies of anticipation when suddenly a yell interrupted

"I smell fried chicken! Did Wooseok arrive with the food?!" Shinwon shouted from the living room, and you could hear the other agreeing

You sighed and buried your head on the crook of Wooseok's neck out of frustration.

"Yes, you freaking vultures, the food is here" you turned around, shouting back.

Before leaving the room, you looked back at him, who stood motionless, probably processing what almost happened, and you shot him a wink, making a small grin rise on the corner of his lips.

After dinner, everyone agreed to put on a movie, and you sat on the couch next to Wooseok, who you have been exchanging smiles and secret looks all night long, but unfortunately no opportunity to be alone again.

Under the covers, you gently slid your hand under his, to which he immediately intertwined your fingers together.

Everyone was paying close attention to the movie, eyes glued on the screen, and you decided it was a good opportunity to scoot closer to him without dragging unnecessary attention. Wooseok caught up on you, and also moved closer, releasing your hand only to put his arm around your shoulder.

This time it was Wooseok who made the first step, nuzzling your cheeks quietly, making goosebumps rise on your skin. You leaned into him, turning your head teasingly slow, biting your lip to provoke him.

Your lips actually touched his this time and you sighed in content, but just when you were going to deepen the kiss a jump scare happened in the movie, startling everyone, and consequently startling you. Rather than being frustrated, you and Wooseok started giggling, causing a few curious looks to you two.

Maybe they all noticed you two because when the movie ended everyone acted awkwardly, and they all decided they had to leave, rushing their ways outside and leaving you and Wooseok behind.

The door closed behind them and silence filled the room. Suddenly you felt shy and you and Wooseok stood awkwardly facing each other, neither of you certain of what to do next.

"So," you broke the silence "I guess we're alone now."

"I guess" a small smile lit upon his face

"So what do we do now?" You asked, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

"I don't know" he chuckled embarrassedly.

Without saying another word you got closer, smiling shyly at each other. When you moved to end the distance between you, so did Wooseok, you accidentally bumping a shoe against his, almost tripping. He caught you and chuckled, your embarrassment growing.

"Not that intimidating anymore, am I?", you laughed.

"Not much", he laughed with you. "Come here". He pulled you closer, holding you by the hips.

You moved closer, straightening your back to reach him and end the distance between you, only to see him doing the same. Your noses touched first, leaving you with half-closed eyes and confused expressions. You couldn't help but giggle even if Wooseok looked embarrassed about it.

"This isn't working. Seriously, what does the world have against us kissing?", he said with a pout.

"Let's go slow". You smiled, gently moving your hands to his cheeks, guiding both of your movements.

Your lips touched and while it was sweet, it was a bit weird as both of you had your eyes open to monitor how you'd move. Both of you backed away with a laugh but nodded at each other as a mock concentration agreement. When you moved next, it was wonderful. The kiss fit perfectly, a gentle peck of lips first but then Wooseok took the initiative to deepen the kiss, his tongue gently prying your lips open.

You sighed into the kiss, a whole day of pent-up want finally coming out. His hands started to caress your sides, running up and down gently and you smiled into the kiss. Your thumbs retributed the caresses on his cheeks, to which he only took as a sign to kiss you deeper, bodies now moving with the kiss, feeling each other slowly.

It was a sweet slow make-out session and you couldn't be happier. When the air was needed you pulled back, hiding your face on Wooseok's neck, your new favorite place. He kissed your head and gently pried you away from your hiding spot, a sweet smile on his face. Staring at each other in silence wasn't as awkward as it was before but your mind was torn. You had no idea what you were supposed to do now and apparently neither did he.

"I think I want to kiss you more", he said and you smiled wider, not needing to decide anything.

"I do too", you answered.

"Good thing we have time and space now", Wooseok seemed to be way more relaxed now.

You didn't even answer, you pulled him down for another kiss and gently moved both of you to the couch. Sitting down, you managed to hold him close and make out more and more at ease. After a few minutes of not many words and a lot of kissing, both of you just held each other, giving small pecks once in a while.

"We should do this more often", you said.

"I won't complain if we do", Wooseok was smiling beautifully.

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"Won't it end too late? How will I leave?"

"That's actually my goal", you laughed. "Stay". He kissed you again before answering as if he couldn't help himself.

"Gladly".

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Love like the movies // Bucky Barnes // 6

SIX - GHOST

Trigger warning: Alcohol, food, mention of sex (nothing graphic and no actual smut)

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Summary: This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Bucky Barnes, finds himself thrown into a world that seems so different from everything he’s ever known. The girl, (Y/N) knows entirely too much about rom-coms and is quite particular about the way she eats her popcorn. Bucky meets (Y/N) a few months after returning to NYC. He knows almost immediately that becoming her friend is inevitable. This is a story of boy meets girl. This is a story about love. (Bucky Barnes x female!Reader // a few spoilers for TFATWS)

"You held hands?"

"Mmh."

"And then you cuddled."

"We didn't cuddle, I was just kind of - leaning into him. Sort of."

"So you cuddled!"

"Sure. If that's what you wanna call it. We cuddled."

"Then what?" Robin inquires. Smirking at (Y/N) over the rim of her wine glass, like a giddy pre-teen waiting for the kissing scene to come up in a romance movie.

"And nothing. That's it."

"Oh come oooon. You cozied up to each other and then just what - acted like it never happened?"

"Essentially. But that's okay. It's not a big deal. And don't say it like that."

"Like what?" Robin continues to poke and by this point, it's not so much her wanting information than her trying to rile up (Y/N). Though she's very well aware of this, (Y/N) falls for it anyway.

"Cozied up to each other," (Y/N) says and scrunches her nose up in distaste. "Like we had dirty sex or something."

"Do you want to have dirty sex with him? Oh man, imagine what that arm can do."

Holding her hand out to stop her best friend from talking, (Y/N) takes a big gulp of white wine, emptying her glass. This is a conversation that can't be held entirely sober. "First of all, don't say those things about his arm. It's- I don't know. It doesn't sit right with me."

"Sorry yeah that was … not cool" Robin apologizes and by the tone of her voice (Y/N) can tell she means it.

"I'm the first to admit that Bucky is insanely handsome and if things were different, sure. But we're friends and I really enjoy the time spent together and our friendship. I don't wanna do anything to jeopardize it or ruin it by adding unnecessary feelings to it."

"Feelings aren't unnecessary," Robin replies, combing her fingers through her fiery red curls.

"Sometimes they are. The last thing Bucky and I need is broken hearts and ruined friendships."

"What if it doesn't end that way?"

"Relationships never work out well for me, you know that."

Robin places her glass on the countertop. It means whatever talk is gonna follow, it'll be a serious one. There's been very little need for a serious talk between the girls over the time they've been friends but neither of them has ever been afraid to start those conversations and say things as they are. Sometimes that's what friendship is, being blunt even if it's not what your friend wants to hear.

"Look I'm not saying you have to take the relationship to another level. If this is making you happy the way it is, then that's all that matters to me. I just don't want you to give up on something that could be great, because you're scared and because some stupid assholes in the past didn't realize what they had in you."

Where she's only had shit luck with relationships, (Y/N) thinks she's really lucked out in the friend department. Robin is as wonderful as they come. Even if she drives her crazy sometimes.

"They weren't all assholes." (Y/N) chimes up weakly though there's not even enough determination in her voice to convince herself.

"Weren't they? Let's see ...I'm not even gonna talk about Russel. He doesn't count. Who else was there? Pete liked to show you off but he didn't like you. Did he?"

"Not really."

"See? Asshole! Kylie only wanted to be with you so she could be the cool girl who's fucked another girl once and use that as something to brag to the guys about."

"She was figuring herself out."

"She was straight, babe. She was using you and your sexuality as some kind of badge of honor so guys would think she's cool. She only wanted to make out with you at parties and when there were men around to ogle you. I’m the last person to blame anyone for trying to figure out who they are and who they like but that wasn’t the case here. She used you, and what does that make her?"

“ An asshole? “

“ An asshole!”

“ What about Ricky, he wasn’t an asshole! “ (Y/N) chimes in, filling her glass up once more.

“ Okay sure but he was your High School sweetheart and that rarely lasts. I’m not gonna count him. What about Mike —“

“— Okay, you’ve made your point. I have a bad taste in romantic partners, I get it. Doesn’t change anything. Me and Bucky we’re — we’re good as we are. No romance needed.”

“ Just don’t want you to miss out on something great.”

It’s not that the thought has never crossed her mind. In fact, when she’s being really honest to herself, it swirls around her head a lot. When he grants her one of his smiles. The rare ones that make his eyes crinkle. Or when he comes to see her and brings dog treats for Lady, just because he’s that thoughtful. Or when she noticed he put a popcorn and a sun emoji next to her name in his phone. The popcorn, as he said because she liked movies and the sun because she’s always happy and smiling. Or when he held her hand throughout the entire movie. Those are moments when (Y/N) thinks about what it would be like to be more than friends.

“ It’s great as it is now. He’s great.”

“ Then that’s all that matters to me.” Robin smiles. She has one of those smiles that makes you feel at home. Comfortable and soft. Like warm milk with honey a mom makes their child when they can’t sleep.

It’s a while later, when (Y/N) strolls back into the room, another bottle of wine in hand, that a knock sounds on her front door. Her eyes wander to Robin then to the door then back. “I’m not expecting anyone.”

“ Oh, that’s Bucky.” Robin, who’s by now migrated over to (Y/N)’s huge fluffy couch, Lady cuddled onto her lap, says with the most casual of tones (Y/N) has ever heard. As if Bucky and her have been lifelong friends. As if there is nothing strange or peculiar about this situation.

“ How do you know?”

Robin shrugs and goes back to petting Lady’s curly fur. “ He texted you when you were getting the wine. Said he was around and had food. I told him to come join us for movie night. What’s the big deal? “

“ I uh — it’s not I just — you could’ve told me. “

“ That was literally 5 minutes ago babe. I had no time to tell you yet. By the way, this man uses entirely too many emojis.”

A smile pulls on the corners of (Y/N)’s lips. She’s asked him once why he never used any emojis, or smileys as he called them (all of them — even the ones that aren’t faces). He told her he didn’t really understand when to use most of them, like the shrimp or the Hockey stick. (Y/N) told him it’s because they’re fun. Ever since then he uses all kinds of emojis with her. None really relating to his messages. It’s quite endearing if she’s being honest.

“ Are you gonna let him in? “ Robin asks, shaking (Y/N) out of her thoughts.

The smell of Chinese food floods into the apartment as (Y/N) opens her door to Bucky. He looks so effortlessly cool in his leather jacket and boots. With his hair a little longer now, all swoopy and quiffed. Like the bad boy straight from a romance novel. The one with a heart of gold. The one that gets the girl.

(Y/N) is not that girl, the one from the novels, the Hallmark movies. The one that’s quirky but never weird. The one that makes all the boys fall for her. She’s not the main character, at least according to herself. She’s the side character that shows up like twice. The one that helps the main character on their quest to self-discovery or true love. That’s who she is. Not more, not less.

“ I brought food!” Bucky exclaims as he steps inside, waving the bag around before placing it on the kitchen counter, to which Lady jumps up from her position on Robin’s lap.

Lady, (Y/N) has realized a while ago, has somehow fallen head over paws in love with Bucky. Always following him, looking up at him with her big brown puppy eyes. Always looking to be close to him. Maybe, (Y/N) thinks, it’s the treats he always carries around. But maybe it’s Bucky too and his patience and his affection and the way he greets the little dog like she’s the main reason he’s come around.

Moments like this, they come with those little flutters around the heart. People always compare them to butterflies. (Y/N) thinks that’s wrong. Butterflies are gentle, graceful, and soft. This feels like a swarm of bees. Chaotic. Overwhelming. A little bit scary.

“ Man, did you plan on coming here, or did you buy all this for yourself?” Robin asks, eyes wide in surprise at the sheer amount of styrofoam containers Bucky keeps pulling from the bags.

“ I kind of bought it with the intention of sharing, yeah. “

Robin’s eyes meet (Y/N)’s across the room and there's a silent secret there, hidden in her teasing smirk. One shared only with a friend. No words. No sounds. Just the truth and two knowing hearts connecting.

“ Am I intruding? If you guys want me to leave, I can leave. “

While he tries to keep his voice casual, the sad tint doesn’t get lost on (Y/N).

“ Absolutely not, don’t be silly. We’re just drinking wine and watching a movie and you are free to join us in both.”

While he shakes his head at her offer of wine, Bucky helps (Y/N) bring the food over to the couch and plops down in the middle of the couch, Robin to his right and (Y/N) on his left.

“ What are we watching? “ he asks, a dumpling already on the way into his mouth.

“ Well, “ Robin responds filling her glass up once more, “ it was (Y/N)’s turn to chose so —”

“ A rom-com”

“ A rom-com. “

Something about seeing these two interact and joke around inspires a fuzzy feeling to wrap itself around (Y/N)’s heart. Even if they’re making fun of her.

The way Bucky fits in here, as if it’s where he’s always belonged. The way he’s not a stranger imposing but a friend added to the mix. It’s a nice feeling. She hopes he feels it too.

“ Okay, whatever. This isn’t your usual rom-com though, there are ghosts in this one. “

“ Is it ghosts falling in love?” Robin asks and lets her laugh get swallowed by her wine glass.

“ No. Well — uh kinda but not really. They fall in love be — you know what, just start the damn movie! “

There’s an undeniable intimacy in watching your favorite movies with other people. It’s like giving away little pieces of yourself and sharing them with others. No matter how insignificant it may seem to anyone else but you. These are the things that make us who we are. Our passions. For art. For music. For books. For movies. And opening up is always scary. Even if it’s just a teeny tiny bit.

Through the corner of her eye (Y/N) glances at Bucky and Robin, trying to judge their reactions. See if they’re enjoying themselves or not. Bucky displays his ever-present scowl. It’s the default setting. Sometimes she wonders if that has always been the case. If that's just what he looks like or if years of abuse, horror, pain have left their marks on him, on not only his heart but also his face.

Maybe this can be his safe place, she thinks. Maybe she can be. Not someone to fix him, because he’s not broken, just lost. Not to fix but to hold his hand while he heals. Slowly but surely.

For a while, the three sit in comfortable silence. The kind that fills you with this inexplicable calm. Where no words are needed.

And then the beginning chords of unchained melody spill from the tv speakers. It’s a touch there, a kiss here, hands covered in clay. Bodies covered in clay. Gasps and heavy breathing. Hands grasping skin, wandering, loving.

Robin’s presence falls completely to the back of (Y/N)’s mind. Bucky’s however...

“Do you want to have dirty sex with him? “ her friend's words ghost through her head like a particularly annoying jingle for some tv ad. The room feels warm all of a sudden. Not warm — boiling. There’s a heat radiating from her right, from Bucky. So what if he’s attractive. So what if she sometimes lets her mind wander and think about how his hands would feel on her skin or his lips on hers or his — yeah okay you get the point. So what?

Bucky slumps down into the couch a little more with every second of steamy pottery sex that’s fluttering across the tv screen. Is he — nervous? Uncomfortable ? No, she must be imagining it. Projecting, that’s what this is. She’s projecting her own chaotic emotional state onto him. There’s nothing there. (Y/N) has to remind herself. Just secret little thoughts that have to be kept between her and her. As long as no one knows, no one gets hurt. It’s the easy way out. The safe way. The right way.

Right?

“ Sooo, what did you guys think?” (Y/N) asks, turning her body towards her friends and sitting criss-cross on the couch.

“ Didn’t expect all the murder. “ Bucky replies as he takes a sip from his beer. “ And the — “

“ The messy sex! I know.” a visibly intoxicated Robin cuts in.

“ Not where I was going but okay.”

She doesn’t pay his words any attention, instead of launching herself backwards over the arm of the couch, dramatically fanning herself with her perfectly manicured hand. “ I am not going to lie, oh boy that was some hot stuff. Wouldn’t say no to that.”

“Oh please,” (Y/N) chimes in, wine glass clutched in hand and smile on her face. She can clearly feel the alcohol washing through her system bringing her to the place between sober and drunk where everything feels light and your confidence seems to get a little extra boost. “ What do you have to complain about? You’re getting married in two weeks! I’m sure you get enough action as it is. “

Robin doesn’t answer right away, just throws (Y/N) a giddy, boozed-up smile. Though in her eyes, there’s a loved-up glimmer of someone about to marry the love of their life.

“ Yeah, that’s true.”

“See, so you’re not the one that should be complaining. Us, however…”

Her red curls swing around her like a spark of fire as Robin sits up again, pointing her finger at (Y/N).

“ And whose fault is that? You could be getting some if you didn’t get so lost in your romantic fantasies. And him — “ the red-haired girl exclaims before pointing her finger towards Bucky “ don’t even tell me he ain’t getting some. Look at him! Are you sexually active, Bucky? “

“ You don’t have to answer that. Robin, come on.”

“ No, you don’t have to but you should. I’m trying to prove a point. Help me prove a point, Bucky. “

“ You’re making him uncomfortable. “

“ Am I making him uncomfortable or you? “

“ Ooookay, I think it’s time for you to go to bed. “

“ Nooo, we’re having a conversation. “

“ Would you look at that, my drink is empty. I’m just gonna — I’m gonna get another one. Okay? Okay.”

Bucky doesn’t wait for an answer before getting up and rushing out of the living room and into the kitchen, clearly uncomfortable. Clearly embarrassed.

“ See what you did? You scared him off. “

“ I couldn’t scare that man off if I tried. Trust me. “ Robin murmurs, a loud yawn cutting through her argument. There’s a certain determination in her words though. Some truth hidden in there that (Y/N) can’t quite put her finger on. It’s like Robin knows something she doesn’t. And maybe it’s good this way. Maybe she doesn’t need to know.

“ Alright, whatever that’s supposed to mean, Tipsy. I’ll go see what he’s up to. You go the fuck to sleep.”

“ Whatever mom, “ Robin bickers and cuddles closer into the soft couch anyway. “ Oh, don’t forget to invite him! I like him. We’re friends now. “

“ Go to sleep! “ (Y/N) orders again, earning herself a salute from her best friend who starts snoring no more than 2 seconds later.

He feels like a 13-year-old. Actually — no. Things were easier at 13. Situations like this one were easier at 13. Being horny was easier at 13.

It was all new to him then, yes, but it was new for everyone at 13. He’s 106 now, a grown man. He should be able to talk or at least think about these things without turning into a full-blown mess. His hand is clammy, his face is probably the same shade of bright red as Robin’s hair. And by god, his thoughts are a jumbled mess, swirling around all over the place.

Truth be told, he hasn’t had a lot of time to actually think about anything even remotely physical. It was never very high on his list of things to figure out and the opportunity hasn’t really presented itself to him either. Not since the 1940s at least.

Have things changed? Surely not, right? Maybe people got a bit more experimental and for sure they talk more openly about it now but the fundamentals must have stayed the same. He sure hopes so at least.

His thoughts get interrupted as (Y/N) steps into the kitchen. Her eyes are slightly glassed over from the wine though she’s nowhere near as drunk as Robin. She seems happy, then again she always does. For a little moment, he feels jealousy wash over him. About being able to get drunk. It’s damn stupid, he’s well aware. But that doesn’t make his feelings less valid. To just drink and let go and forget, that sounds really nice.

But that’s just one of the things the serum has taken from him. By far not the worst aspect of it all but unpleasant either way.

“ Hey uh — you okay? “ she asks leaning against the kitchen island across from him.

“ Sure. Are you? “

“ I uh — might be a little drunk, “ (Y/N) confesses as she lifts her hand and indicates a tiny space with her fingers.

“ Yeah, I think you might be.” Bucky laughs. Actually laughing comes naturally when she’s around and quite honestly, at first, it made him feel guilty. Guilty about the fact that he got to laugh along with a pretty girl while so many people had to die through his hands.

He tries to push those thoughts away. They aren’t doing anyone any good. Not him and not those people either.

“ Hey, I’m sorry she was making you uncomfortable. She gets — well she has no filter when drunk. Or ever really.”

Bucky shakes his head. His finger nervously trails along the grain of the stone countertop. There are conversations he needs to have, sooner or later, if he wants to live his life. Not just coast along but actually live. But it doesn’t mean those come easy. Not for someone who’s been through all he’s been through. Not for someone who’s grown up the way he has, who’s been raised the way he has.

“ Ah, no. Don’t worry. I uh — I just. It’s been a long time since I had talks like this. “

“ Like what? “

“ Between friends, you know. About — stuff. “

“ About sex? “

“ Mmh. “

“ You don’t have to talk about it with us if you don’t want to. It’s fine. “

“ No, but I do want to talk about sex with you. I mean — not you, you. You both. But not in a weird way. I mean — with friends. “

“ Okay. “

“ It’s just that I was raised in different times and the last time I had a real actual friend that I talked to about intimate things was so long ago. Steve and I talked about everything and even then there used to be reservations. One because I don’t think Steve really wanted details and two because Steve wasn’t — he didn’t have the most experience when it came to women so it was a very one-sided conversation. And I’ve never talked about any of this with a girl. It’s all new to me but I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you. “

(Y/N) regards him with a glimmer of amusement and mischief in her eyes as she munches away on some cold leftover spring rolls.

“ You don’t have to justify yourself to me, Buck. I know you trust me, I hope you know I trust you. “

He does. And he doesn’t hate how it sounds when she calls him Buck.

“ So, Robin and Charlie are getting married in two weeks. I was wondering if you’d like to be my plus one. Back when they announced it I was under the impression Russel and I would be a thing by then but uh — clearly that didn’t happen. It’s in upstate New York. We’re all gonna stay at this gorgeous Inn and well there’s a spot open if you want it.”

“ As a plus one? “

No matter how much he wants to deny it to himself, his heart does a little flutter as she says those words. A plus one sounds like something. He’s not sure what but something, surely.

“ Yeah, as a friend, obviously. “

“ Obviously. “

There goes the flutter.

“ Robin is okay with it by the way. She explicitly told me to ask you.”

“ So Robin wants me there, not you. “

“ No! I want you there! I love spending time with you. Also, Robin’s family is crazy. I need you by my side. I need you there. I want you there. “

“The need to be needed is an individual’s sense of significance rooted in the sense of being part of a community or cause beyond themselves. The need to be needed is one of our fundamental desires. We want to feel significant in the eyes of others, even if it is only one other person. “

Bucky has read those words in one of the many magazines stacked on the little side table in the waiting room of Dr. Raynor's office. They didn’t really make much sense to him then. He always thought he’d be fine by himself.

In that moment he realizes that was all a big pile of absolute bullshit.

The feeling of being wanted, of being needed, even if it’s just one person that needs him, that means everything.

“ Okay, I’ll come. “

“ Yeah? “

And there it is again, the smile that reminds him of the sun. The smile that he’s sure could bring a thousand men to their knees, including himself.

“ Cool. I’m — I’m really happy about that. “

“ Mmh. Me too. “

For a moment they just look at each other, words unspoken swirling in the air between them, neither brave enough to let them slip from their tongue.

It’s not until a particularly loud snore coming from the living room pops the bubble and breaks the spell.

Both of them fall into giggles before Bucky speaks up again.

“ It's late I should probably go. “

“ Yeah and I should go to bed. I’ll have a hangover tomorrow for sure.”

Bucky slips into his leather jacket and places a soft kiss goodbye on Lady’s head before turning back to (Y/N).

“ For the record, I’m not getting any. “

“ I uh — okay. Good. Well not good, “ (Y/N) stumbles over her words “ not good for you. Good for me. I mean. Not that I don’t want you to have sex. But I mean, Robin was taking the piss, and if I don’t get laid it makes me feel better to know you aren’t either. Oh god, this sounds horrible. I’m just gonna stop talking now. “

Bucky smiles the brightest smile she’s ever seen him smile, it almost breaks his face in two. And even though she wants the ground to swallow her whole right then, if it puts a smile like that on his face, she’ll gratefully embarrass herself again.

“ Have a good night, (Y/N). “

“ You too, Bucky”

And with a kiss to her head, he leaves the flat, a smile staying on his lips the entire way home.

“ Why did I have to come again? This is a bachelorette party, I thought men aren’t allowed. “ Bucky grumbles as (Y/N) parks her truck in the parking lot of the convenience store. The pink and blue neon lights reflect on the wet asphalt.

“ It’s a shared party. We’re all friends so it makes sense for the couple to celebrate together. Stop moaning. “ (Y/N) exclaims as her heels create a click-clack sound.

The store is empty as they enter except for the bored-looking teenager leaning against the counter by the cash register.

There’s something about empty stores at night that makes it feel like time stands still. Like for a moment, reality is altered. There’s only you and the outdated music coming from the speakers and the hum of the refrigerators holding the soda cans.

“ I can’t believe Hannah forgot to bake the cake. It’s all she had to do. I did everything else, everything. She had one job. “

Bucky’s learned by now to just let her rant about this topic. It’s all she’s talked about for the last hours since Hannah, public enemy number one that day, has called her to inform her she’s forgotten about the cake. Why there needs to be a cake at this party, Bucky doesn’t know but hey, who is he to question it.

(Y/N) walks straight over to the counter that holds the bakery items only to be met with disappointment.

“ Well great. We can choose between one single cupcake, a box of stale donuts, and a croissant. “

“ What about this one? “ Bucky asks and points towards a bright pink cake decorated with candy roses and white icing.

“ It says Happy Birthday. “

“ Ah, don’t worry we can fix that.”

(Y/N) raises her eyebrows in doubt. “ You sure? “

“ 100%. Trust me. “

She regards him for a moment, uncertainty shining through, before granting him a little smile and a nod. “ Okay then. You get the cake, I’ll be over there for a second. “

Looking through the fridges, (Y/N)’s eyes fall onto a pack of popsicles in the shape of Captain America’s shield.

Ripping open the fridge door she calls out “ Hey Grumpy, would you like thes— “

All she hears is a smack and then Bucky’s voice exclaiming a loud “Fuck!”

And in that moment she doesn’t know what’s more shocking, the fact that she just slammed the door right into his face or hearing him swear.

“ Are you okay? I’m so sorry. “

“ I’ll be fine.”

“ We gotta put ice on it. “

“ No (Y/N) I — “

She’s already on her way to get a pack of frozen peas. And if Bucky is being real honest, his cheek does hurt quite a bit. Super Soldier Serum and all …

“ I am genuinely so sorry. “

Bucky sits on the bed of (Y/N)’s truck, frozen peas pressed to his face and a chuckle falling from his lips as (Y/N) sends yet another apology his way.

“ It’s okay, (Y/N). I told you, I’m fine. “

He pulls the peas away from his face and places them next to him, before picking up the cake and lifting the plastic lid off of the container.

“ Alright, let’s see if I can fix this. “

“ You have a bruise on your cheek. “

Bucky looks up at her with those gorgeous blue eyes of his, that (Y/N) sometimes finds herself drowning in. Calm and story all at once. Like oceans.

“ Does it make me look rough and handsome? “

“ You’re always handsome. But yes, it gives you a roguish charm. “

“ Good. “

(Y/N) feels a heat rush to her face as Bucky focuses back on the cake.

“ Mmmkay. Let me see. What if we — “ Bucky murmurs, more to himself than to (Y/N). He swipes his finger, sans glove, over the white icing letters and while there’s a good intention there, when he lifts his finger back up the cake looks like a downright mess.

“ Ta-da “ he exclaims and turns the cake towards her.

“ It says Happy day now “

“ Is it not a happy day? “ Bucky asks, eyebrows raised in question.

“ Let me rephrase that. It says ‘Happy messy white stain Day’ “

Bucky pulls his lips into a grimace, eyes wandering from (Y/N) down to the cake and back to her. “ Yeah, we can’t bring that “.

Laughter fills the air as they regard the sad mess of a cake before them. If this was a movie, (Y/N) thinks, this would be their moment. The one where they realize. The one that feels like time stops and all that matters is them.

Something wet and sticky against her cheek pulls her from her daydream.

“ What the hell? “

Bucky only grins at her. There’s the boyish charm again. It’s so insanely endearing to see these little moments flare up and push through the perpetual gloom he seems to carry with him. He doesn't hold the weight of 90 years of fighting on his shoulders right then.

“ Oh you didn’t “

Before Bucky can react she grabs a handful of the cake and smashes it against the uninjured side of his face.

“ Is that how you wanna play it? Okay. Fine. “

Cake flies through the air as their laughter rings through the night. Not a thought wasted on pain, on worries, on heartbreak.

The rooftop bar (Y/N) booked specifically for this night is covered in fairy lights and glitter decor. There’s a karaoke machine in one corner and an open bar in the other.

A loud cheer sounds from the crowd as Robin steps out into the open, fingers intertwined with those of a petite brunette with big square glasses sitting on her nose.

They get swallowed by a tidal wave of people, pulled from one hug into another, and while his eyes stay with them, Bucky feels a touch against his metal arm. (Y/N) wraps herself around him leans her head against his shoulder and stares lovingly at the couple before them.

“ I’m so glad she’s happy. I love her so much. “

“ She loves you too. “ he says.

And really how could anyone not?

A little while later, when the crowd has allowed them to breathe again, Robin and the brunette wander towards Bucky and (Y/N), matching smiles on their faces.

“ Buck, this is Charlie, Robin’s fiancee. Charlie, this is my friend Bucky. “

“ It’s so nice to meet you,” Charlie exclaims, a strong English accent dripping from her words. “ What in the world happened to your face? Are you okay? “

While Bucky smirks, (Y/N) flinches at those words and shrinks into herself a little.

“ Oh you know, funny story. Someone here was a little too excited about some red white and blue popsicles. “

Robin lets out a loud laugh “ Now that sounds like someone I know very well. “

“ They were shaped like Cap’s shield, okay. I thought it was funny and fitting. “

Charlie’s eyes move between the 3, a look of confusion settling on her features.

“ Why fitting? “

“ Oh babe, let me catch you up,” Robin says and steers Charlie in the direction of the bar.

The night flies by and for the first time in so long, Bucky doesn’t feel out of place. Not for a single moment. Even being surrounded by people he doesn’t know and while listening to music he doesn’t get. It’s nice, feeling like you belong.

Robin and Charlie have just finished their karaoke rendition of Don’t Stop Believing when a familiar voice echoes from the speakers.

“ Hello guys, my name is (Y/N). You may know me, I’m the maid of honor. I am responsible for this party — you’re welcome. Anyway, I guess it’s my turn to sing tonight but I can’t do this one alone. I’m gonna require my friend, Mr. James Buchanan Barnes up on this very stage with me. “

Oh no. Definitely no. Not in a million years. No w—

“ Because this one’s a duett. “

Her eyes meet his across the way, shining with amusement, mischief, affection. Even across the dimly lit roof, her sunshine smile seems to light up the entire night.

“ I’m not doing it, “ Bucky says and shakes his head as Robin slides up to his side.

“ C’moooon. “

“ Nope. I probably don’t even know the song. “

It’s like the universe wants to make a fool of him as in just that moment Bill Medley’s voice sounds through the night.

“ I know you know this song. “ Robin says and nudges his side “ come on don’t make her do this by herself. “

“ I — “ he looks at (Y/N) again, with her sunshine smile and those expressive eyes and the buttercream stain on her shirt. And he doesn’t see fear or pain or regret. All he ever sees when he looks at her is happiness and fun and laughter.

“ Ugh. Okay. Alright. “

Cheers follow him as he steps on stage and (Y/N) hands him the second mic. Though it’s supposed to be a duett, (Y/N) doesn’t really care and sings both parts with unfiltered joy and unapologetic passion. And while it takes a moment for him to warm up to it, Bucky can’t help but let her enthusiasm light a spark in him too and by the time the pre-chorus hits he joins her in singing their hearts out.

“ You're the one thing I can't get enough of. So I'll tell you something. This could be looooooove “

New York comes alive with the promise of a better tomorrow. One where Bucky feels like he belongs. To a place or a group of friends or a person. A tomorrow where he can laugh with a pretty girl, have food fights in a parking lot, and sing some silly song at the top of his lungs.

Maybe the song isn’t all wrong. Maybe he’s having the time of his life. And maybe, just maybe, he owes it to (Y/N).

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venusiangguk · 3 years ago

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BUDGETING

dont know if everyone will still want to know on budgeting lol

I don't want to sound like a bitch yk

BUT

I think the most important thing for me was learning to give yourself the freedom to enjoy things like little by little

I used to do this thing where I was uptight for a super long time and then I wpukd splurge huge amounts and for nothing.

I'm not religious either but I truly believe that setting out a little each month/week for charity is great bc it's always comes back in a form that's greater you know.

Pay rise, new job opportunities, idk good things.

Ik it sounds cringe and gross but I think it's worth it !

THE STEPS LMAO

Okay so I always but in 40%-45% like in the bag already savings I mean (this can obvs be adjusted to fit your own needs but if say keeping over 30% is key!)

And work around everything else in the steps below !!!

If I was brave enough I would send pictures of my last year budgeting plan and how I managed to save !! But I'm not 😭😭😭

the first step for me would be to list your monthly income !

Monthly is way easier to work with and easier to adjust in the long run !

Second would be list out things that have to be paid always. So fixed expenses.

I.e rent, MOT, bills, food ( for this I would highly recommend just having a monthly shopping of like say £20-25 - seems un do able but isnt !!! Frozen veggies are your best friend:)) gym membership, spotify, prime all of that.

Third which is super important for me at least would be to set out a like reward bonus for yourself.

( in cash preferably- like so once it's gone it's gone you know- like monthly rewards for yourself - sometimes you use it and sometimes you dont!! )

Fourth - ALWAYS SET AN EXTRA LIL FUND FOR THE UNEXPECTED THINGS!!! ( car crashes, dentist, medicine if your toaster breaks if your fridge breaks !! all of that lovely stuffs 😃)

So when you look at all that infront you- really just scrutinise it.

Like -

How much of that do you really need to spend?

Is there anything you can cut out on ?

This is super important at least to me bc then I see that yh shit - that is crazy I'm spending useless money )

I think that also keeping student loans separate is SUUUUPER SUUUUPER bc it just. Idk if anyone else is like this but seeing how much they expected from me to be able to learn always depressed me so I made a separate folder for that- made it pretty so it didnt look sooo bad lmao ) but I think the biggest part was getting to grips that I had all that to pay back!!!

Then like random things :

Concerts, events, holidays.

Like make sure you have them planned in advance and make separate funds for all of them.

To cater to what they need! Like for a concert- hotel and food money and merch buying and army bomb and a NEW OUTFITTTT lmao)

And yh - I think setting up a teeny amount for charity or to help ppl is always great aswell bc well idk you feel good and it does always come to find you- doesnt have to be a large amount. Maybe even a food box every month or smn cute and sweet like that !!

This is how I did it : ( kind of irrelevant and just abt silly me lmao but maybe itll help(?))

So i used to work night shifts at this horrible packing place ( it was freezing too but the pay was so good! It was £15-18 an hr ( sometimes even more )and I used to work from 11pm-4am 7 days a week like I didnt take a day off until I quit and i did it for 2 years ! That was like 50k but I had a lot of things to pay off and my parents wanted nearly all of it back off of me 😃)

This is also the NOT the job I wanted yk? Like I used to work with a bunch of stinky ass men and it sucked but I had to do it bc well my parents kicked me out bc I was non religious looool.

I was never enough and I just got kicked out yk? ( oh no not my sob story but just to put it into perspective sort of like I was fucking depressed my money was going like wildfire )

So I had to kind of take everything/every opportunity. They expected a lot back from me too in that way like alot of my learning was going to them :/)

From 5-7

I worked at a bakery ! Cooking and baking and having fun! That was the best job I had the pay wasnt all that but it was something and I needed everything I could get ! It wasnt everyday either but so and so.

I also am bilingual so that way I was able to get a job as a teacher in a daytime school teaching which I did voluntarily! For the first year !

( I had this routine for 2 years!!)

So like I was getting an okay amount from these jobs but god heavens I was spending so unnecessary.

Like a high price for a shit apartment where I would have to pay for things to get fixed to and that was really expensive.

My parents also took alot first year earnings and that's when I was like well shit I have nothing I really need to like get my shit together yk?

There was student loan (- I dont want to like envoke sympathy bc of all this I just wanna like say that my money was kind of slipping away yk I feel like I'm being annoying 😭😭😭 ) - and just a whole lot of wasting on food ( my biggest expenditure- at the time I was struggling with binge eating and bulimia so 🙃🙃 yh )

Dumb shit off amazon, and like just crap you know

Also car petrol and mot and car stuff. and bus and train fares just money can go so easily.

It was just super super tiring to have juggle all these balls at once but when I got the hang of it like doing all those steps I felt more free and more aware of myself and I was able to enjoy while still getting yk the most out of what I do.

I work as a translater/teacher now so the pay is good and like using these steps is how I got the most out of myself

Uh idk If this even makes sense anymore and I'm sorry if come off as bitch too

I don't mean to or come with a sob story

I just think its important to like realise that no matter what and who in your life demands things from you - you always have to choose to look after yourself first- how you choose too look after yourself is ultimately how you choose to look after others too ! Take good care of yourself - give yourself a clearer mind and you'll be able to see a bigger picture- outside of the one built for you !!

If your struggling with other issues - mental health too it can help bring clarity to that too ! Bc it's some sort of semblance.

Gosh I feel gross what if you have to read all of this 😭😭😭

I hope it helps you ♡♡

Budgeting is really important bc we need to buy houses!!

Need property!!!

Start our own businesses !!

Become our own bosses !

It's just super important to know your expenses you can know yourself better too !

And you can be more mature and more self aware

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Gosh I really ate your ear off with this one

for everyone wondering about our bestie w 50k savings: this is her story !!

#u did a good job getting through all that and doing well for urself <3 #ask #anon #stellanswers <3

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tuiyla · 3 years ago

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I kind of gree with your take on Brittany. I understand she wasn't a good person, per se? But I don't think things are that black or white.

I agree she had a lot of love to give, and that explains some of her relationship decisions through the show. I view her as somewhat detached: she will enjoy the good times she's shared with people but she'll not be pining over them. "So? I don't have a date. I'm just gonna dance." And you can see in the end of that episode she still cared about Artie.

And it's a bit unrelated but I think all the discussion of "did she love Santana as much as her bfs?" is silly. She did love her the most in the end because she married her, but mostly she just loved them differently.

The Kurt example is good. She saw in like the third episode he wasn't out and quickly invented a lie to Burt. She told Santana to be there for him at the prom because she knew how hard it was for him (and she was being the most reasonable in that scene lol).

Also when you said in another post about Santana's arc being about grow out of her insecurities, I think Brittany was mostly a plot device for it. She encouraged her to find a community, not just following her dreams. Did she help her be a better person? I'd say not much, but she wasn't by any means a delay in her character development and I don't get why someone would say that because "she was a better friend in season four."

It doesn't help she didn't have any consistent friendship other than Santana. I think Becky would be great.

There's so much in what you're saying Anon lol like that's at least three topics that could be elaborated on.

Overall I agree. I don't like the whole good person/not debate though, I find it redundant and just unnecessary but that might just be my personal pet peeve and it isn't exclusive to Glee.

I love the prom example, what an icon Brittany is for saying that. And, might I add, following up with "and dance with all your dates" lmao. And you guys know by now that I'll take any opportunity to not keep things brief but I'm so over the whole "did Brittany love Santana?" thing. Yes, she did. Moving on. So silly smh. And you're so right lmao like she married the girl didn't she? What part of "I do" was not clear.

I really think Britt had a big soft spot for Kurt. The prom example is again so good because Brittany really grounded Santana with that "you know who's really not having a grand time right now? Kurt, that's who." What could have Brittany's reason possibly been for that if not caring about Kurt. Britt doesn't get nearly enough credit for small moments like this.

See the thing about Santana's growth and Brittany's role in it, I think it's interesting that both her presence and absence play a role. Again I'm not a fan of qualifying fictional stories with this intangible merit of "better person" but I think a lot of Santana's story is about unlearning harmful ways of coping and learning to live with her own vulnerability and insecurities, and relating to people in healthier ways. Brittany helps her with a lot of that but their breakup is so important because it allows her to do the healthy thing and not put all her self-worth into one person (the core of why I dislike the "Santana only ever cared about Britt" angle). As for the argument that Santana's the best in s4 and regresses after that, listen, I adore her in that season but progress isn't linear and I wish people stopped pretending that her development was all for naught because she slipped on occasion. But all of this would take us to a whole new convo lol.

In any case, it is the unfortunate truth that the writers had very little interest in developing Brittany's character beyond being a comic relief and/or Santana's girlfriend. As always with Glee, we've got to work with what we have. I think there's plenty to explore about Brittany beyond Brittana but I agree that having her establish strong friendships with other chs would have been a good way to have her grow beyond that. Alas, Glee hated both girls and friendships.

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fonulyn · 3 years ago

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I need to scream about RE ID bc like. Did I enjoy it? Yeah, I did. Was it. Just wrapped up way too nicely and quickly? Also yeah. I was a little disappointed by it tho, like the length, and the flashback scenes weren't as clear as I think they should have been? Like I understood what was happening, but it took me a little too much brain power to like keep up with what was and wasn't a flashback lmao

Also I wanna say, I get wanting to keep Jun See alive but god, that did not look fun. Just let him die, dude, no one wants to live like that, smh.

Thank god they kept Leon's one liners tho, like thank you for that at least lol also Claire, my GIRL, I love her holy shit. Honestly she was amazing, like, just perfect. Not sure why she has a gun in the promotional poster, bc she just. Never has a gun throughout the entire show, I don't think? Also can we talk about how she took that guy down with that lamp, and then hopped on top of him just fucking ready to continue to beat the shit out of him? Chris would be so proud 🥲

Okay also, I saw what you said with that flirting scene, and I agree that it seemed like Leon was trying to lighten the mood, but it so didn't need to be put in there at all @ the writers. Like this show could have gotten away with no romance, or just that one moment near the end with Claire and Leon (which, I don't ship them much, and that moment at the v end where she was like "are you ever gonna stop treating me like a kid?" And he responded with "probably not" or whatever kind of ruined whatever was shown earlier? Like it feels like she's had that convo with Chris before too, so I'm like hm no don't imply romance and then imply that he treats her like a little kid every time they run into each other, now it's weird lol) and been fine. None of the story was contingent on any kind of romance between anyone.

Now with that said, can I just say Patrick absolutely wanted to suck Leon's dick? Like he was smitten, and I bet you they at least fuck after all this is said and done, if not date for a short period of time. I thought they were gonna kill Patrick off, I'm glad they didn't tho, he was v wholesome lol.

Also I wanna mention that every serious moment (save a small handful) I just. I couldn't take it seriously, it was too over the top. Acid? Really? That's the self destruct measure? Slowly rising acid? I dunno, that doesn't seem quite right to me, I don't think that's how it works lol

Honestly they should have just made this into a new movie, bc making it a series implies more to follow and in general a longer narrative, but these eps were barely 20 minutes each, so there's almost no point splitting it like that. Did I enjoy myself? Yeah, I always do when Leon is involved, but it could have been so much better.

Also the silly little shipper in me is kind of desperate for more interaction between Chris and Leon, bc as far as I'm aware it's just RE6, RE vendetta, and RE ID (and I think the person who told Chris to save Claire in either code x or Veronica was Leon? Not 100% about that tho lol) where they actually interact with each other, and considering that they're the two main characters of the franchise, they should probably meet up more? Idk, that's just my gay ass hoping for more Chreon content lmao but still.

ANYWAYS yeah, I would rate the show like a 7.5/10? It wasn't amazing but it wasn't garbage, either. Probably my least favorite of the four animated movies tbh, but I will take the Leon content, thank you Capcom. Also it was interesting to see Leon around the time following/around RE4 and RE degeneration, I thought, I dunno.

oh boy I agree 100% it was wrapped up way too quickly in the end. like killing Jason? by just dropping him in the acid? it was way too simple and easy if you ask me. and like, why didn't he yeet Leon into the acid when he had him by the throat? him not killing Leon makes zero sense to me??

asdfg yeah I get they weren't ready to let Jun See go, but I bet Jun See really would've preferred to go...

I am so happy that they kept the one liners!! Leon felt very, very in character which I loved so much. I was afraid they'd tone it down or make him super serious or so, and it was such a relief they didn't. he was so eager to help and so goddamn kind to everyone I don't know if my heart can even handle it ;;;;;

also Claire!! so badass!! I loved the part where she attacked the guy with the lamp (yes Chris would be super proud haha) and THE HEADBUTT seriously, one of the top highlights of the entire series :'D

(but honestly this is gonna get long i'mma gonna hit that read more here)

and the flirting scene, I do think they could've left it out entirely and it felt a little strong-armed in. but I'm trying to look at the silver lining? Leon was super goddamn adorable in it, like, so cute it hurts :'D and Shen May didn't seem bothered really, it was more this joking thing between them. so while yes, it was unnecessary, i'm focusing on the joking feel of it and choosing to interpret it as such :'D

also, can I just say, the "romantic moment" with Claire and Leon near the end didn't feel very romantic to me? I know it's a romcom cliché (or at least a fanfic cliché lmao) how they ended up in a pile after the rescue but ...it didn't scream romance to me? although I do kind of like the pairing! (not a top fave but a cute one)

and yes, the whole "when are you gonna stop treating me like a kid?" "probably never" felt SO much like a sibling moment!! such big brother energy from Leon, and I don't know, that made me super duper happy?? I want them to be friends. I neeeed them to be friends gdi. which is why I am unhappy with how mad Claire seemed to be at Leon in the end and how they left it off like they did. I am hoping that it sets things up for a second season? and they for whatever reason need them on kind of the opposing sides at first? because otherwise it makes no sense to me for her to be that disappointed in him. in Degeneration they already establish they work in different ways towards the same goal, and for that to do a 180 now feels... like a disservice to the characters? idk?

lmaooooo but yes Patrick 100% wanted to suck Leon's dick he didn't even try to be subtle about it :'D idk I would've wanted Patrick to have more depth and screentime too, i so wish they would've made it a longer series and given the characters more development. because I liked pretty much all of the new characters they introduced! but it feels none of them reached their actual potential!

then again that is kind of the whole deal with resident evil in general, they set up awesome characters and end up wasting them half of the time :'D guess i shouldn't be surprised.

THE SLOWLY RISING ACID PISSED ME OFF lmaooo c'mon!! it doesn't seem like a good self destruct measure. especially since ...you'd need different acid to dissolve organic matter and to dissolve inorganic matter if we're being nitpicky. and how would it be plausible for them to store enough of it safely to even do this?? they should've just detonated the whole place and blown it to smithereens or something, the acid was. stupid.

i agree, it feels like a movie. but I think @tirsynni is probably right when saying that it was sort of a test run to see if they should make more? which I am so hoping for. because even with the complaints I have of this, I DID enjoy it, a lot!! and I do want more! and maybe this time we get Claire and Leon actually working together for more than fifteen seconds! :'D

also I definitely would not say no to more Chris and Leon interactions. (yes it was Leon who told Chris to save Claire :) at least that) it... in general makes no sense to me how capcom seems to think friendships work? like how Sherry is all "Leon and Claire are my best friends" and then they imply they haven't met in years? if not more? idek it's. weird. it's like their characters go into storage containers in between their missions to be stored away so they can't even accidentally have personal lives or friendships or anything. weird.

(what I said about having amazing characters and ending up wasting their potential? yeah)

for me, personally, it's... well, my score for the show would depend on whether I just focus on the characterizations and what I liked, or if I try to actually take the plot and all into account too :'D but I did like this more than Degeneration! already the fact that Leon has actual facial expressions is enough to put it way above that one. (and for the record, I don't hate Degeneration either, I do like it, but... Leon is such a cardboard cutout with zero personality in it, it's super frustrating)

idk I think I need to still process this a bit to see how I will like it in the end :'D there are things i'm super hyped about in it, and things i'm disappointed in, let's see how they'll weigh in the overall experience eventually.

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alexiela73 · 7 years ago

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Random idea while I was listening to this song called 'Tú sí sabes quererme'. The entire song is about finally not caring about what others say bc you've finally realized the person you love loves you the way you like it (sry for explanation), but I was wondering if you could create a shot about Gabe realizing that everything his best friend does for him is exactly what he wants in his s/o AND he realizes this after she yells at him after him being an asshole to her. I'm high as hell, sry for

Lol no worries! And honestly, the first thing that popped in my head was ‘You Belong to Me‘ by Taylor Swift when I read the request

Gabriel sat on the couch, his elbow resting on the arm of the seat and his head resting against his hand. The TV on before him was playing some stupid soap opera, but he really wasn’t paying any attention. Right now he was busy thinking of the fact that he’d just gone through the 4th break up this year, and he was getting sick of it.

Like the last, this fake bitch had been basically just clinging onto Gabriel for appearance, money and a bit of extra attention on the side. Apparently it hadn’t mattered enough though that one would do for them, since they’d had so many flings on the side during the relationship.

Why wasn’t it that he couldn‘t find someone who actually loved him, who didn’t treat him like a tool and didn’t stir up an entire pot of drama every time that they went in public. Apparently that was too much to ask the world for though.

“You‘re brooding,“ said a voice behind him, and Gabriel glanced over his shoulder to see you leaning on the doorway, arms crossed as you eyed him. “I take it the relationship didn‘t last?“

A scowl crossed his face. “Shut up,” he growled, looking away. The two of you have been best friends for years, and couldn’t help feeling stupid in front of you for his failure. “At least I have a love life to talk about.”

Raising an eyebrow, you tried to remain patient with your abnormally stubborn friend. “I’m not trying to mock you, Gabe. I’m just saying, maybe if you were more careful in your choice of people-” you started, but he cut you off.

“I said shut up, didn’t I? Why do you have to nag me about this kind of stuff?” he growls. “If I wanted to be bitched at, I’d go to Jack. Why don’t you go get yourself a boyfriend or something, since your so perfect?”

Usually, you had way more patience then this. But every time Gabriel got into a relationship, you’d warn him about these people he was fooling around with, hoping for something serious from. You’d remind him that it’s okay to want love, but not at the expense of throwing away your morals or yourself. And each time Gabriel broke up with them, he’d become incredibly rude and act like a miserable child.

This time, you weren’t willing to put up with it, and you weren’t going to let him push you around while he tried to mend his bruised ego.

Gritting you teeth, you walked over and stood in front of him. “Excuse me,” you hissed. “Don’t talk to me like that, Gabriel. For one, I’m here to help you. And for two, you’re acting like an insolent toddler with your tantrums and whatnot.”

Opening his mouth, you didn’t give Gabriel any time to speak as he prepared to launch into another self-pity party and unwarranted quips.

“Unlike you, I don’t launch myself into unnecessary relationships with people I know nothing about! I know what I want, Gabriel Reyes, and who I want, and that man is an asshole. So why don’t you shut up, stop crying like a little bitch and pull yourself together?” you snap, hands on your hips and you can almost see Gabriel press back a little bit into the couch.

Gabriel is staring up at you, mouth open a bit but when he tries to speak, nothing comes out. He just watches as you turn with a huff and stride out of the room, looking pretty pissed off.

Not bothering to get up, Gabriel remained there on the couch. Oh, he was still wallowing in self-pity but the man was thinking right now. His brain had turned back to the women he’d dated and what you had said.

Perhaps it was true. He’d been trying to make love out of something that hadn’t been there, with people he had no real idea of. These weren’t people he knew intimately, and in the end he could admit there had been so many things he didn’t like about any of them: habits, manner of speech, the way they treated others...

Maybe it was dangerous getting into a relationship with someone he didn’t really know. Gabriel thought about it, and realized what was similar in those women.

There was no loyalty, no honesty and certainly no love. None of them had been really honest with you, and in the end whatever affection they’d given him had been fake. Not to mention he’d never really been important to them, even after months of dating.

“Fuck,” Gabriel mutters, rubbing a hand down his face. He’d fallen for the silly promises and pretty smiles of these women, who he had no true idea of. And you’d been right-they wouldn’t care for them.

This thought brought his attention to you, and despite his moodiness, a wave of affection went through him. That was the nice thing about you, he decided, was that you were very up-front about your feelings. You cared about others, and you took the time to know them in turn.

You were feminine, but you were also tough and carried yourself with pride. There has never been a time where you didn’t kick his ass when he need it, or back him up when help was necessary. Even when he was sick you’d take care of him, and despite his bad choices with women, you still helped him dress for dates or gave him dating advice...

In a lot of ways, Gabriel wished he could meet someone like you. Whoever the lucky guy to win you might be, would need to take care of you properly and love you like you deserved.

If only I had dated y/n....he thought, and then froze.

The thought had caught him by surprise, as had the fluttering of his heart. Gabriel had never really thought of you as anything more then a close friend...or had he? The man relied on you for so much, and the two of you were likely closer then most friends... Yet...

Do I love her? Gabriel asked himself, and then realized something. Love wasn’t something that just happened- and he should know. It was something you built together. And right now, he realized the attraction was there. He knew you-he liked everything he knew about you: your talents, your flaws, your personality. You were perfect.

But would you give him a chance...?

There was only one way to find out, he thought, and got up to go and ask you whether or not you’d first forgive him for being an idiot, and whether or not you’d like to attempt going on a date with him. If all went well, then perhaps the two of you really would work out. If not...

You’d kick his ass. Gabriel was decidedly okay with that.

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