#and as someone that struggles with sharing their shit

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Chris Bang As A Dad

ㅤꨄ︎ fluff! Idk if it counts but kinda suggestive? Nah I think it’s safe (Mentions of making babies but nothing detailed)

ㅤꨄ︎ English isn't my first language so l apologize for any mistakes or typos <3

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- Everyone always say he’s a girl dad and I will never argue with that, but we’ve all seen him with baby Rowoon and there’s nooooo way in this world that he’d give up until he has a mini version of him in his arms.

- “Baby, I’ll understand if you say no…” he gives you puppy eyes, sweet talking to you and you already know something’s going on in that little genius mind of his.

-“But <insert daughter’s name> said she wants a little brother…” of course he’d manipulate you to it, in a very precious way as this one, even if your daughter didn’t really mention anything…

- He’d get all clingy till you give in, even if it takes months to convince you…

- and if you get pregnant with another baby girl? He’ll try again. It’ll only give him more excuses to breed you until it takes. Giving up? Not his style.

- will shower you with kisses as he holds you close when he comes, flush against each other. Literally repeating soft, ‘I love you’s while breathing heavily against your neck. He struggles with pulling out of you cause this proximity? That’s his paradise.

- and when you’re finally pregnant, round and beautiful with his second or third baby (or fourth if all the previous ones turned out to be daddy’s little versions with pigtails), told you, he’s gonna try until it he makes it. And that drive he has in his eyes every time he comes up to ask for another baby? Turns you on to the point you’re the one asking for it now.

- But seriously, let’s say he’s gonna have two girls and a boy (just like in that show yes yes I know, no originality I’m sorry)

- Will be the besttttttttttttt father eveerrrrrr

- legit he already is the most caring and sweet person ever so just picture him with his own kids? Knowing they’re the outcome of your love? That you two made them? The peak of his pride.

- a very involved dad.

- would probably blame himself for missing out on something with the kids but most of the time he’s with them cause he thinks it’s VERY important that they have him in his life, even for the smallest things.

- whether it’s picking them up from preschool/school and then attending every end of school year’s party/graduation, or just hanging out and spending quality time together.

- no matter how busy his schedule is, we all know that he will make time to be with the people he loves (Crying in Channie’s room)

- so yeah, would definitely be there and be his kids’ best friend.

- was literally built to take care of people, cause look at him doing all this kind of stuff when he doesn’t have to but he fights for it (and being annoyingly humble about it too)

- so yeah, “I have seven kids, I don’t need any more” is his motto until he met you. And of course it took a little while till you moved in together and blah blah got married or whatever… he just came to the point of being ready for something your share forever except for love for each other.

- So, softest dad ever yet strict enough to set boundaries.

- will let his daughters put on some makeup on his face and do his hair while he’s holding their baby brother in his arms and rocking him to sleep

- like have yall seen the way he’s holding berry or plushies the size of a baby??????????? Devastating.

- absolutely gonna help with their homework and stuff, and even teach them things from a very young age

- strict when someone does the slightest thing that might be unsafe and alwaysss the one to save the day

- a protector (we all know that, nothing new)

- teaches the kids how to read and write so they can already be educated enough before first grade

- your kids KNOW daddy will get mad if they play in his studio cause all that equipment? Expensive shit.

- but it doesn’t mean he won’t show them how he makes music and uses all his cool stuff he’s passionate about. They just know that no touching is allowed.

- like can you see him pull one of them on his lap and let them make some beats with him? You’d just stand in the doorway and be so grateful to witness that.

- loves building cute stuff for his kids so they can play with it, like a big doll house just their size, but will soon regret it cause they keep pulling him to play with them

- and you just stand there and enjoy seeing him “struggle” with all that princess life and a crying baby boy, but he’s so thankful for it

- I feel like whenever your eyes lock when the kids are around, your eyes exchange emotions and conversations without saying a word

- just the genuine feeling of “we made it.”

- (and recklessly might as well not use protection later that night as well…)

- yeah so he’s the type of partner to also tell you that you should rest and he’ll do it (whatever it is to do) for you. Will get you weak in the knees Every. Damn. Time.

- your daughter would come up to him and ask innocently, “daddy, why is mommy sleeping all day?” (Cause you’re suddenly exhausted from everything around… housework, work if you do that too, another possible pregnancy)

- but he always got your back and is the most considerate partner ever. He’d be like, “mommy should get some rest cause she works hard,” (that’s something I wish more men would say instead of complain about their wives. But hey! If you know a man like that, you’re blessed.)

- but at the end of the day, when you go to sleep together and joke about all of the precious stuff your kids say and do, exchanging information about those mini variation of you two, you understand why you’ve falling for him in the first place.

- has so much love and appreciation for you for being his, and being so strong to give birth and take care of them, and he’ll make sure you feel appropriated every second of your life with him

- will caress the side of your face as he watches you fall asleep and tell you how proud he is of you

- remember “I’m proud of you, always will be.”?! That exactly.

- also, “I’m so lucky to have you” and, “I will never get used to you being mine” that would even be said after 56 kids and 120 years together.

- so whipped for you fr.

- he loves deeply and he’ll give you all the love he never showed anyone else before you cause he’s been so discreet about his feelings and it all peels off when you let him give you that.

- he’d love when you jokingly make a scene about you calling him ‘daddy’ first

- “You can still call me that, you know. It’s just a different context when you say it…” aaaaaand he pulls you closer and guess what happens next?

(Not another kid you’re already pregnant with the fourth hehe)

- if you guys get into a fight (cuz normal people do that usually), he will NEVER do it in front of the kids. He’d give you the silent treatment or make you with you later when they’re asleep but his babies? Will never hear one bad word about you, no matter how pissed he is. He just knows he loves you and it’s just a matter of time till you guys figure things out.

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Carving Skin Until My Bones Are Showing

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Summary: You'd thought that everything was fine, until one overheard conversation shattered the illusion, your rose-tinted glasses fading to black. The words cut deeper than anything you've ever heard, and suddenly, you're re-evaluating everything: your relationship, your body, your worth. Now, the man you love with everything you have exists peacefully beside you, as if nothing's changed, while you slowly unravel in silence. You're left wondering if he's already halfway out the door, and you're just the last to know.

Warnings: disordered eating, fainting, body image issues, insecure!reader, misunderstandings, female reader (no y/n)

word count: 4,059

A/N: it's a few days late cause i kept procrastinating on making the banner, whoops | prompt fill for day 30 of @juneofdoom | "This is it isn't it" | Doubt | Crying

{Read on A03} | what i'm listening to

“I don’t know what to do anymore, Sam.”

Bucky’s voice carries across the room and into the hallway, voice laced with mild exasperation. Sam, sitting across from him with an unimpressed look on his face, takes a sip of his coffee. You smile at the sight of Sam, his presence a welcome, if not completely unexpected, surprise at the start of your morning. He must have gotten home early from the mission he was on.

“She’s just so clingy,” Bucky says. “She literally won’t leave me alone. It’s almost annoying at this point.”

You freeze in the doorway, smile slipping off your face in an instant. His words tear through your heart, leaving a hollow ache in their wake.

“That just means she really likes you,” Sam says, shrugging his shoulders.

Bucky huffs, rubbing a hand down his face. “You don’t understand, man. It’s bad, like really bad. I can barely get any of my shit done with her begging for my attention twenty-four seven. I just need some damn space to breathe sometimes.”

You didn’t think you were that bad. Sure, you really liked to drag him away from his work for cuddles—but that was only because you thought he needed the breaks. You know that he used to run himself dry, never letting himself rest until he practically passed out from exhaustion. You didn’t want that cycle to continue. It wasn’t like you forced him to do anything. He could always say no to you. In fact, he has said no to you a few times before—when the work was too important to shove aside for later. All those times he allowed himself to be pulled away, reluctant as he was—how many of those times had he been covertly annoyed with your insistence? How many times did he wish you would just leave him alone?

Your stomach twisted, guilt looming over you. He struggled socially, ran on a limited battery when it came to social interactions—why did you think it would be any different with you? Why did you think you were special? Of course, Bucky is sick of you. When’s the last time that Bucky had some time to himself without you bombarding him with affection and small talk?

“She’s spoiled, that’s what she is,” Bucky grunts, shaking his head. Tears burn at the corners of your eyes. Spoiled? Is that what he really thinks of you? How could he say such a thing? And to Sam, nonetheless. “She eats way too damn much. She’s been gaining so much weight recently; it’s honestly a problem. She ain’t gonna lose it any time soon either with how fucking lazy she is.”

Sam snorts. “Sounds like someone needs to go on a diet.”

“Tell me about it,” Bucky huffs before taking a sip of coffee.

A wave of mortification crashes over you, tears gathering in your eyes. Heart pounding, you take a shaky step back, determined to run back to your room before either of them catches you eavesdropping.

You race back to your shared room, tears blurring the hallway beyond recognition. Once in the safety of your room, you sink down to the floor, back pressed heavy against the door. Your breath comes in shallow, uneven gasps as you press a hand over your mouth—as if that alone could muffle the sobs wracking your body. The betrayal is sharp, sinking its claws into your chest and twisting deep inside of you. How could they say those things about you? How could Bucky say those things about you?

You weren’t that clingy, were you? You just liked being close to him, liked the warmth of his presence, the way he always made you feel safe. And sure, maybe you indulged a little too much lately, but had it really made that much of a difference? Have you clung so much that Bucky has started to resent you for it?

The words replay in your head, each repetition hitting harder, sinking deeper. He sounded so frustrated—so tired of you. Like he was already pulling away, one step from slipping through your fingers completely.

And could you even blame him?

You’ve seen the women he works alongside, the kind of people who seem like they belong in the world. Strong, confident, beautiful. Not needy. Not desperate. Not… you. Maybe he was just now realising what you had known all along—that you weren’t enough. That you never had been.

A fresh wave of tears burns your eyes, but you swallow hard, forcing them back down. You wouldn’t let this be the end.

You could fix this.

You could give him space—stop clinging, stop being so needy. You could take up less room, be less of a burden. And if you skipped a few meals, if you pushed yourself harder, maybe you could be someone he actually wanted again. Someone he’d be proud to love, instead of someone he merely put up with.

You just had to be better.

You would be better.

When you emerged from the bedroom for the second time that day, you made sure to make your arrival audible lest you walk in on them still talking about you and your shortcomings. Whilst you couldn’t stomach any breakfast, you needed your caffeine fix. Bucky greeted you with a wide, beautiful smile and a kiss on the forehead.

It almost made you sick—the way he was able to talk about you like you were the dirt underneath his shoe, only to turn around and play the role of your sweet lover. How could he act like everything was okay when he clearly held resentment against you? It almost makes you wonder how long he’d put up with you for the sake of maintaining this relationship—how long since he’d noticed your defects and realised that he deserved better. You almost feel selfish for keeping him tied to you. Now that the secret is out, there’s no point in dancing around the subject. And yet… here you are. In a kitchen you share with a man who doesn’t love you like he used to, and the man he entrusted with his troubles over you.

Just a little longer, you pleaded. You just need a chance to prove your worth. Bucky won’t have to worry about your overbearing clinginess. He won’t have to be embarrassed to be dating someone of your stature. Bucky deserves the best after everything that he’s been through; you were determined to be that for him in whatever way it took.

You startle out of your thoughts from the movement at your feet. A white ball of fluff looks up at you, meowing incessantly. You reach down to scritch between Alpine’s ears. “Hey, sweetheart,” you coo at her, abandoning your quest for coffee in lieu of holding your baby girl. At least Alpine appreciated your affliction for affection.

You don’t miss the look that passes between Bucky and Sam.

Stomach churning, you suddenly don’t feel the desire to make your coffee anymore. In fact, you don’t even want to be in this room anymore. “I’m going to go over to Nat’s,” you say, hoping that Nat isn’t too busy today.

Bucky’s brow furrows. “Weren’t we going to see that movie today?”

Shoot. You had completely forgotten about that. “We can go later, Nat wanted me to come over right away in the morning.”

“Let me make you your coffee before you go.”

“That’s okay, I’m stopping to get some for Nat and me,” you say, dismissal clear in your tone. It would have made you feel bad to act this way before—before his cruel words effectively tore your heart and spirit to shreds. You gave your baby Alpine a kiss on the top of her head, promising her that you’d be back soon before seeing her back on the ground. You grabbed your purse and sped out of the door without even saying goodbye to the two men.

You spent the majority of the day with Natasha, dread curling around your insides every time you thought about going back home, back to Bucky.

You had promised him that you’d be back to see the movie; however, so, too soon for your liking, you say goodbye to Nat and walk back to your apartment.

There’s a vase of your favourite flowers sitting on the counter when you enter. You frown at the sight, not sure why he would bother when he’s obviously upset with you.

You walk into the living space to see Alpine curled up on Bucky’s lap, his work laptop abandoned on the coffee table. Bucky greets you with a smile, setting a protesting Alpine aside to stand up and give you a welcome home kiss.

“What time were you thinking of for the movie?” He asks, arms resting around your waist.

Frustration begins to creep into your chest. If he had a problem with your clinginess, why is he initiating contact? That’s not fair. How are you supposed to leave him alone when he does stuff like this? “Doesn’t matter to me,” you shrug, not able to meet his eyes.

“There’s a showing in an hour, how does that sound? We can go get dinner afterwards.”

“Sounds great,” you replied.

The movie would have been great if you hadn’t sat there stewing in your own anxiety the entire film. Afterwards, Bucky took you to your favourite restaurant where you ordered a salad with the dressing on the side. Bucky’s brows furrowed at your unusual choice, but he didn’t say anything. The dinner was stilted and awkward, both of you running out of things to talk about sooner than usual.

For the next few weeks, you successfully distanced yourself from your boyfriend. You ignored the way your heart ached every time you saw Bucky alone on the couch, wishing you could go over and snuggle up to his warmth. You learned to ignore the hunger pangs, the way your stomach felt like it was eating itself. Your head split open with the force of the headaches pounding against your skull, vision swimming every time you stood up too quickly.

It’s fine, you told yourself. Who really needed breakfast anyway? Why eat lunch when you could have a few snacks? Bucky was right, you really did eat too much. You could survive on one meal a day, snacks thrown in when your hunger got the best of you, or your hands began to shake too much. You were getting better for him, though, so it didn’t matter. You were eating less, clinging less—just like Bucky had wanted; so why wasn’t he happy yet?

The bed felt colder than usual.

You used to sleep tangled up in Bucky’s arms, leeching off of Bucky’s furnace of a body. You used to tuck your perpetually cold feet against his legs, laughing off his grumbling about how your toes felt like icicles.

Now, you curl up at the farthest edge of the mattress, not willing to accidentally touch him when he clearly wants to be left alone.

You used to look forward to getting home from work, ready to melt into your supersoldier’s arms at the end of a long, tiring day.

Now, you’re filled with dread, wondering if this time will finally be the last.

You used to love the shared dinners at the worn table you had found at a thrift store long ago. Bucky and you would take turns choosing what meal to prepare—you had been on a mission to introduce him to the world of flavour the 21st century had to offer; he always used to say the best part of the ordeal was watching your expectant face as he tried the first bite.

Now your stomach twisted at the mere thought of eating in front of him. His words echoed through your brain with each bite you took—it was enough to make you sick.

Bucky had grown short and snappy with everyone (except you) lately; Natasha had complained ad nauseum about your grumpy boyfriend the last few times you’d hung out. You couldn’t help but think that all of those weeks of your overbearing clinginess were finally catching up to him, as if talking to Sam had opened the floodgates. He has finally realised what his problem was: you.

You really were too late to fix this. No amount of distance could fix what damage had been done. Bucky had a foot out the door for a long time now, and you had been too oblivious to notice.

It was a typical Tuesday when Bucky sent you a text that shattered any hope of repairing your relationship.

>>>Hey, after work, can you come straight home?

>>>We really need to talk.

The cursor blinked steadily even as your hand shook. Tears quickly blurred the damning texts beyond recognition—not that you’d ever forget those words; the words that signified the end of the best thing to happen to you.

After crying in the bathroom for the entirety of your lunch break, you passed through the rest of the day in a haze. Your coworkers knew something was wrong, of course, they did, but you didn’t offer up any explanation.

You felt something press against your throat as you slid the key into the lock, suffocating you with every step you took towards him. There was no point in prolonging the inevitable any further. You wouldn’t continue to drag Bucky down.

The vase of flowers was still sitting on the counter—he’d been buying you a new batch every time they started to wilt. Was he cheating on you? Was that why he was getting you flowers so much more often? The thought was something you’d have previously thought inconceivable, but now you weren’t so sure.

Breaking you from your thoughts, Bucky called out your name from the living room. You forced your gaze away from the flowers and to the living room.

Bucky was sitting on the sofa, hands clasped in between his knees and head hanging low. Your stomach swirled at the sight. This was it, wasn’t it? He was going to cut his losses—cut you from his life.

You crossed your arms, tucking your hands out of sight to hide the way they trembled. You waited for him to say something, not willing to be the person to instigate the conversation.

“Could you sit down?” Bucky asks, sounding so small as he gestures to the armchair. You walk over to the chair, despite wanting to stay as close to the exit as possible—ready to run away as soon as his words cut through you like a knife.

Bucky sighs deeply, his hands running over his face. You almost reach out for him, wanting to comfort him, wanting to kiss those lines away from his forehead. Stopping yourself, you remind yourself that it’s not your place, not anymore, and it hasn’t been for a while now.

“This isn’t working anymore, doll,” Bucky says, not even able to look at you. You saw it coming a mile away, and yet it doesn’t take away the anguish those words bring you.

You know you should say something, but words seem to escape you as soon as you open your mouth. Instead, a hot ball of grief and shame lodges in your throat. Tears spring to your eyes, despite telling yourself that you would not let him see you cry over this. It’s for the best, you try to tell yourself. You were but a stepping stone to Bucky’s recovery. You should be grateful that a man like him even offered you a second glance. Despite the way things ended, you know that you’ll look back on all the memories you made together and smile. Because, for once in your life, you knew what it was like to be loved so wholly. You knew what it was like to have a man who cared so deeply, loved so openly, and gave you enough devotion to last a lifetime.

“Yeah,” you agree with him for the sake of things. You hope he won’t look too deeply into your unshed tears, the way your voice wobbled and the way your body trembled. “I… I should go.”

“Doll-”

You cut him off before he can get another word in. “No, just… let me-”

Standing up to run away from this awful conversation, you feel the world sway around you. Black fades in at the edges of your vision as you stumble forward. You think you hear Bucky calling out your name under the sharp ringing in your ears. Clenching your eyes shut, you brace yourself for the hardwood floor.

—

“Doll?”

You groan as something prods your side. Just five more minutes, you think, burying your face into the warmth surrounding you.

“Sweetheart, please!”

Is that Bucky? Why does he sound so worried?

Blinking up at your boyfriend, you find that you’re both in the living room. Bucky’s clenching onto your body like a lifeline. “What’s wrong, Bucky?”

He stares blankly at you for a few seconds. “Doll… you just passed out.”

“Oh,” you eloquently respond.

The fog covering your brain begins to lift bit by bit. You were both sitting down… Bucky was… he was breaking up with you.

Jolting, you scramble out of Bucky’s arms, pushing him away, away, away.

“I’m sorry,” you say, covering your heated face in shame. “I’m so sorry, Bucky.”

“Don’t be sorry, honey.” He scoots closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” you say, despite knowing full well that ever since you started skipping meals, you’ve been prone to blacking out if you stand up too fast.

Bucky frowns at you, eyebrows furrowed. “I feel like you aren’t telling the truth right now.”

“It doesn’t matter, Bucky.”

“Like hell it doesn’t matter! You just fainted. If I hadn’t been there to catch you, you’d have cut your head open on the side of the table. Tell me what’s going on!” Never before had you heard Bucky sound so worried.

“Why do you care so much?”

“Why do I–Why do I care?” Bucky scoffs in disbelief. “You did not just ask me that.”

“You’re finally breaking up with me, you don’t have to pretend to care about me anymore,” you shoot back, venom lacing your words as you extricate yourself from under his arm.

“Breaking… I wasn’t going to break up with you,” Bucky says as if the idea alone was unimaginable.

“Bullshit! I know that you’ve been wanting to break up with me for weeks—months even!”

“Where the hell would you get an idea like that from?”

“I heard you talking to Sam last month. You told him that I was clingy and lazy and fat.”

Bucky looks positively bewildered at your words. “I would never say any of that crap!”

“But you did.” You cross your arms, daring him to continue lying to you.

“Why the hell would I ever say that? I sure as hell don’t think any of that-”

“Oh, give it up, Barnes. Who else would you have been talking about? Who else is such a spoiled, lazy, clingy, fat-”

“Oh my god,” Bucky interrupts you. “Are you talking about that time I was complaining about Alpine?”

Your heart stops in your chest. “What?”

“I was telling Sam about how annoying it was trying to work from home. She’d always sit on my damn laptop and yowl in my face until I payed attention to her.” Bucky shakes his head—his bemusement is quick to fade, however. “You seriously thought that I was talking about you?”

Sniffling back tears, you nodded your head.

“Oh, Jesus, doll. Why didn’t you say something?” Bucky wraps his arms around you. “Hell, if I ever said something like that, I’d expect at least a slap to the face.”

“But I was too clingy, always cuddling you and giving you kisses-”

“Is that why you haven’t so much as touched me the last few weeks?”

“I thought you wanted me to stop,”

Bucky squeezes you tighter. “Never. I’d never want you to stop. Doll, I thought you were mad at me. I kept buying you flowers and making your favourite dinners to try and get you to forgive me. But you didn’t even give them a second glance, and half the time you’d already eaten or you’d just push the food around on your plate.”

You melt into his embrace, his reassurances a balm over the lingering anxiety of being too much for him. “I was just trying to make you like me again.”

“Doll,” Bucky pulls away from you, sounding completely gutted. “You should never change yourself to make someone like you more. I love how clingy you are—I missed you so damn much.”

“What about…” No, you can’t ask that—you don’t want to hear his answer. “Never mind.”

And Bucky, damn him, doesn’t let it go. “What about what?”

“It’s nothing,” you say, pulling away from him.

“Doll, please don’t shut me out,” Bucky pleads, using those sad eyes that always make you fold.

“It’s just… You never… Do you have a problem with what I look like?”

Bucky’s frown deepens. “Of course, not. Doll, you are so damn beautiful-”

“But I could be thinner. Lots of other girls are prettier and skinnier,” you interrupt him. You freeze at the way his face hardens.

“I love you just the way you are, sweetheart. You don’t have to change a god damn thing about you. You want to know who drives me crazy? You. You want to know who I want to spend the rest of my life looking at? You. When I fell in love with you, I fell in love with all of you. It’s always going to be you. I don’t want no one else, got it?”

“I…” You stumble over your words, tears burning in your waterline. “I started skipping meals again. That’s why I passed out.”

Bucky’s face turns ashen. “You… you stopped eating because of me?”

“I didn’t completely stop eating! I had snacks and dinner most days. It’s not that big-”

“So help me god if you were about to say that it’s not that big of a deal,” Bucky interrupts you, voice sharp. “You need to eat, doll. This beautiful body cannot live without food.”

“I just thought… I thought if I started skipping meals and working out more, I’d look more like Nat or Sharon or-”

“If I wanted someone that looked like them, I’d ask them out. You wanna know why I asked you out? It’s because I thought you were hot. It’s because you’re as gorgeous on the outside as you are on the inside. I don’t want you to look like Nat, I don’t want you to look like Sharon. I want you to look like you.”

Bucky says it with such conviction, you can’t help but allow the tears to fall down your face. “You really mean that?”

“Of course, babydoll. You’re it for me. Don’t want no one else.” Bucky pulls you back into his arms, nuzzling his face into the junction between your neck and shoulder. “Call off of work tomorrow.”

“What? I can’t-” You screech as he lifts you into his arms. Clinging to him like a koala as he makes his way to your bedroom, you protest every step of the way.

“Hush,” he says, laying you down on the bed. “I have been deprived of your cuddles for too damn long. We’re gonna order whatever you want, and snuggle all night long. Then tomorrow, I’m going to make you a giant breakfast and we can go on a picnic for lunch.”

“I don’t ever want my best girl doubting my love for her again, got it?” Bucky asks, leaning over you.

You huff at his antics, rolling your eyes. He pinches your side, only the hint of a grin belying his angered expression. “Got it?” Bucky asks again.

“Yes! Okay, I got it!”

“I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you know just how loved you are,” he says as a promise before leaning in and kissing your lips.

That night, as you snuggle into his warmth, you endeavour to never let a misunderstanding like this tear you apart again.

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A/N: I wanted to post my ship dynamics with you guys and how what ships I enjoy the most! So here they are!

Don't send me death threats for my ships please

ᯓ✧ Drowley

I think in this relationship (def not with cas) Dean wants to be big spoon because he has an innate need to be more masculine.

I think Crowley is more inclined to borrow Dean's FBI outfits than wear anything plaid.

Obligatory Dean saying sweetheart but Crowley calls him love, darling, and honestly anything embarrassing like pookie pie, honey boo bear, snookums

They're both extroverts I think we can all see that

Dean isn't good with words. He never had been. Plus John probably made him think being all sappy was for pansies. So he's a gift giver. Crowley on the other hand is praise macgee over here.

Ofc this sad sack of shit confessed first, he's head over heels for Dean.

They don't care about killing bugs

I like to think that Crowley drove the impala once without Dean's permission and he was banned from it.

Since Crowley has much more money than Dean does, he's more inclined to let Crowley cook expensive meals for him. But he's not a bad cook!

These freaks are all over eachother

Fork found in kitchen they're protective

Deans a whore and has more experience definitely.

ᯓ★ Sastiel

Castiel likes holding his big boyfriend. Even though in reality he is the big boyfriend

The reason why I put Castiel as a clothes borrower is because I don't think he gives up the trench coat look. It's a comfort outfit for him. It started with him wearing it, and it ended it like that.

They both use petnames, but not often I think. Sam angel, honey, baby and Cas love.

Ofc the nerd and the socially awkward angel are introverts

Sam was raised the same way as Dean. But I think he learned that it was okay to be all sappy. So he does both. Meanwhile Cas also struggles with human romance, so he's bending over backwards for Sam

Sam confesses first because he's so worried that Cas won't confess/likes Dean. So he was all like "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!! PLEASE I LIKE YOU PLEASE!!!" and Cas was like "oh :) me too"

Castiel doesn't kill the bugs. And Sam agrees with that as it reminds him too much of when he was going THROUGH it.

Cas likes driving but Sam does it more often

Castiel doesn't eat. Enough said.

These freaks are also all over each other but more romantically than sexually.

"You are not taking Sam Winchester. I won't let you." SIGGGHHH

Cas has never had a relationship. Meanwhile Sam has had a whole lot more experience.

ᯓ★ Midam

If they were able to cuddle, I think Michael would take the lead in being a big spoon. And Adam feels safe in Michael's arms

They share clothes cause they're.. the same body.

Michael doesn't understand pet names, but enjoys when Adam calls him dear. (At first he thought Adam was calling him a deer)

They just wanna be left alone together

Michael has a hard time expressing how he feels. Even with Adam's extensive knowledge and his own combined. He shows his love through actions.

I think it is way cuter if Michael confessed first in the cage. How he fell for Adam. How he adores him, how he used his first act of free will to choose him over Dean.

I don't think Adam screams necessarily. Maybe more.. fearful gasp

Michael is too unbothered to drive. He lets Adam do that.

Michael doesn't eat.

They're both respectful of the public. But they don't mind holding hands (IF THEY'RE ABLE)

Adam doesn't need to worry abour Michael finding someone else. He knows he's set with Adam. Didn't even want Dean in the first place. He chose Adam. But Michael? He's so overprotective. Any bump in the night, he's taking over while Adam sleeps and protects him.

Michael has no idea what he's doing. Neither does Adam but at least he knows how relationships work.

Sigh Jody has the innate need to hold someone because she lost her family and wishes to one day hold them again.

Donna gives Jody her clothes for two reasons. 1. She looks drab and she needs to cheer up. 2. She likes seeing Jody in her clothes.

Donna is always making up silly nicknames for Jody all the time. Like "There's my little snickerdoodle!" And Jody's all like "Really?". Jody uses normal ones like Babe and Baby.

Donna is obviously more friendly and less serious and avoidant of people than Jody.

Donna is always praising Jody, talking about how cool her wife is, how awesome she looks, what a badass she is. Meanwhile Jody is pushing her off like "oh come on..". And Jody normally does things Donna doesn't wanna do cause she cares about her. Like clean the bathroom.

Donna confessed first, duh. But Jody didn't immediately say yes. She wanted to, of course. But she still wasn't over her husband yet. And Donna accepted that and waited until she was ready.

Donna hates bugs. Jody and Claire are the resident bug killers in the wayward sister house.

They switch with driving.

Same with cooking, but I think the kids favor Jody's cooking a bit more.

Donna is so hands on. She loves hugging and kissing and holding hands. Meanwhile Jody is just trying to be respectful to the public.

Jody is overprotective because of her past. Her family passing. It doesn't help.

They have the same amount of experience.

ᯓ✧ Samandy

(Or sams weed smoking girlfriend)

Look at Andy and tell me he isn't little spoon.

Andy wears oversized everything all the time. He had sweater paws in 2.21, so ofc he wants his ginormous boyfriend's clothes. He wants to drown in Sam.

Andy doesn't give pet names. Maybe on occasion, he'd use honey but that's it. It's more Sam who uses pet names like babe, baby, sweetie

Ever since Andy got his powers he felt like he could finally come out of his shell. And be the coolest guy in town. So yeah, he's totally an extrovert compared to Sam. Little nerd.

I don't wanna repeat myself. But Andy loves telling Sam that he loves him. Especially when he's all high and giggly.

Sam kinda knew Andy liked him when Andy "accidentally" showed him images of boys kissing. So he just waited until Andy got the balls to confess.

Andy isn't a bug person. Sam doesn't kill them, mainly takes them outside.

They both drive. Sam drives more often cause Andy gets too high.

Sam cooks more often, Andy loves his cooking.

These freaks. LMAO

I forgot to put a heart but Sam is very overprotective of Andy because of their powers and the shit they can get into because of it.

Sam is more experienced in relationships.

ᯓ★ Samcest

If you don't know, fraysexual is where you only experience sexual attraction.

Soulless Sam also has the innate need to be big spoon and more dominant.

They probably have the same wardrobe, doesn't matter.

Soulless Sam's petnames are probably more like "princess" and "sweet cheeks" while demon blood sam is like "honey, baby"

Demon blood sam is still an introvert cause he has his soul!! Soulless sam has no soul so he doesn't care. He's extroverted

Not repeating myself again. But soulless sams actions are sex. Most definitely.

Soulless Sam was NOT going to confess. He'd rather use demon blood Sam's body. And somehow demon blood Sam got manipulated into being in an open relationship.

Demon blood sam lets bugs outside with a cup. Soulless sam kills them.

Soulless sam is a dominant piece of shit. He wants control all of the time. Even when driving.

Soulless sam would rather have someone cook for him.

THIS FREAK. He probably tries to get Demon Blood Sam into public sex.

Demon blood Sam is overprotective because he's being manipulated most likely and doesn't wanna lose soulless Sam.

Soulless sam has even more experience cause hes a whore now.

ᯓ★ Destiel

Cas is a big spoon. It took a while for Dean to just.. deal with the fact that he's little spoon. But he loves it now.

Again I don't think Castiel borrows Dean's clothes cause of the comfort Jimmy's clothes brings him.

Sweetheart, baby, babe. Dean is all over that, murmuring it, yelling it, he loves calling Castiel by his petnames. Cas just deals with it. Cas' default petname is love to me.

Fork found in kitchen.

I mean, Dean gave Castiel a cassette tape. Hes a gift giver.

We all witnessed the confession scene.

Castiel doesn't kill bugs. Dean does. Cas doesn't like it.

On occasion, Cas is allowed to drive baby.

Castiel can't eat. Dean is a good cook.

Dean's a little more affectionate out in public than Cas is.

Of course, they're both protective of each other. Castiel basically being Deans guardian angel. Dean wants to keep his family safe.

Cas has no experience, Dean has all of it.

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[stxrsniolo]

well, being honest and speaking as a bot creator myself (also someone who studies programming/coding with Python, HTML, etc., and on top of that, works training customer service AIs for companies), these situations where people steal plots or straight-up entire bots are frustrating and really discouraging.

that said, i find it a bit hypocritical that you, of all people, are the one demanding originality, when, let’s just say… you’re not exactly overflowing with it yourself as a creator.

(something else i want to add, and i’m saying this clearly to avoid confusion, is that anyone can line up two bots and say, “this is mine, and X person reposted it,” without offering any solid proof that they were the original creator to begin with.)

but obviously, i’m not gonna make accusations like that without showing receipts, right? so let’s take a look at why your complaints about originality don’t seem fair in this case:

on may 30th at 9:08 PM (agentina time), i started a MASSIVE bot-creation process — trying to make as many as possible in the shortest amount of time. i also did pre-training for each one (something i always do to make sure my bots stay in character when talking to users). even if that training was brief, because of my experience, it was effective, and it let me publish them all at once as part of a new batch of bots inspired by different movies (jennifer’s body, world war z, violet & finch, and five feet apart).

as i created these bots, i was sharing updates in a private group chat with others from the community — video proof attached here, including the date.*

*this video was recorded from estrella’s phone (she’s one of the group members). I would’ve recorded it myself, but I left the group recently and couldn’t scroll back far enough to get those messages.

but now, how does this link back to you?

well, here’s the part that connects you to this issue:

what bothers me isn’t the fact that you used jennifer’s body as the theme for your bot because i don't own it. what bothers me is that you did it literally right after messaging me on tumblr asking about that exact bot i had made, asking me to explain the dynamic and the whole concept. i even had my response saved.because english isn’t my first language, and sometimes i struggle to write things properly or clearly, so i typed it all out elsewhere first, and what i ended up telling you was something along the lines of:

"oh, hello !!! you're not bothering at all, don't worry about it <3 about the bot's context, it's inspired by that Jennifer's body movie where Megan Fox is starring; a band sacrificing someone, in this case chris, thinking he's a virgin and the ritual failing, making him become some kind of vessel for a demon."

and then, that same exact day, you posted your jennifer’s body bot. how convenient, and honestly? disappointing, especially coming from someone i used to genuinely appreciate as a fellow bot creator.

but hey, i guess shit happens, right, kameron? because it’s always easier to point fingers at others and pretend we’re the exception, throwing the stone and hiding your hand.

MINE

@chrislittledoll on CAI

MY dad!chris x teacher!user bot they renamed as “single!dad”

THERES MINE

be motherfucking original and don’t do it...

they have also stolen bots from @pearlzier , @7s1ns as far as im aware..?

PLEASE REBLOG SO PEOPLE ARE AWARE

[lunarneo]

Poor Neo- "Wait a Second...."

[swiiivet-screamathon]

With a deep, unsteady breath, Pv tries his very best to calm his nerves.

"Are you okay Pure Vanilla? If you're scared we can do it another day, right?"

"I'm alright, and we could indeed, but the fewer cookies scared of the unknown the better, so I'm confident it's the right move to make."

"Would you really describe him as known...?"

"As much as you can know any cookie. However what's important is that he isn't some monster under the bed. If we want any chance of having him around in the kingdom then that fear must be dissolved as soon as possible, regardless of our success or failure."

"It's certainly a lot easier to be confident when you're not afraid."

"Exactly. I will handle myself fine in front of everyone, but I can't help but share my worries though. I don't want to put any party into a difficult position, and although I may be forgiven for any hiccups in my own language, I cannot say the same for everyone else if I give them the wrong impression."

"If there's anyone us cookies would give a second chance to it'd be you, I'm sure of that."

"I appreciate the assurance, but I'm not the one I'm worried about."

...

"Friends of the Cookie Kingdom! I've got something I wish to share, if anyone's got a moment to spare."

As Pv stands by the fountain a couple cookies immediately gets their attention drawn, forming a small crowd in a matter of seconds to listen to the announcement, with more trickling in over time as they see the commotion.

"I along with my dear friends, Gingerbrave, Strawberry Cookie and Wizard Cookie all had an expedition into Beast-Yeast, as some of you may know. And whilst there we've learnt many things. Most importantly to me is that we've found White Lily Cookie, but I am here to alert of a specific request. A group of cookies called the Beasts got released from their eons long prison, all of them all mighty in their own right as the original owners of our Souljams. But I've stayed in contact with my other friends to the best of my ability, and it seems we should be able to have it under control, there should be no need to panic. I mention this as I've got a project I wish to embark upon: Our three here has agreed to help me attempt to rehabilitate these Beasts to their former selves, those who held our Souljams with high regard, who were kind and thoughtful rulers of their time. So I will be making preparations to eventually, one day, having them be around in the kingdom. When or if that day comes all I ask of you all is to not treat them maliciously on sight. I understand that such a plan or even the request itself can absolutely seem daunting, so I will do my best to ensure that everyone is informed and prepared when the time comes so it may be bearable for everyone."

The crowd immediately erupts into ever-present murmuring, many growing concerned looks on their faces, whilst other filled with hesitancy. Until a certain visiting pink cookie steps up.

"Not to doubt you, but if they're powerful, you're going to handle them, you're worried about us reacting maliciously and call it 'rehabilitation'; are you sure that this plan of yours is a good idea? Is it not better to dispose of them whilst you've got the upper hand?"

"That is a fair perspective, which is why I do not ask any of you to have their actions and reputations cleansed based only on my account. However my perspective is judged upon what I've experienced, and from those events I've got the confidence to at least try. If it assures anyone I won't hesitate to take appropriate action if anything doesn't go according to plan and will help anyone with any resources they could need to feel safe."

The vibe of the crowd doesn't shift a large amount, but the little it did seems to have resulted in a lot more of a neutral crowd, simply hoping for the best in such uncertain times.

[no1ryomafan]

I don’t know why I have not watched more Transformers animated given I liked what I saw and should be more obsessed with this series given its art director is the same dude who did Ben 10 Omniverse and I grew up with that shit and it’s ARGUABLY been one of my biggest inspirations of my art style pre-old anime stuff for how toony and expressive it is which especially applies for animated but THERE WAS A NON CANON DESIGN OF BEN AS A TRANSFORMER BASED OFF OF ONE OF MY FAVORITE OV EPS FUCUUUJXXJX

[wolvndmouth]

how i feel all the time always my whole life and into the next rn

what i am 100000% sure would cure me

[screamingay]

for the first time since surgery 2 weeks ago I felt up to doing some dishes so I got the dishwasher loaded and found out that no fucking wonder the dishes haven't been getting as clean lately. it was set to "light" soil level and the steam option was off. it usually keeps settings between uses and it was still getting used once or twice a week so someone must have changed it but i can't imagine why

[ozymoron]

reading posts that come across my dash and sitting for a minute to debate with my mental disorder if not reblogging this will mean a hell portal will open beneath my feet and i will suffer for eternity for my lack of action or if its all good and i can just scroll on by (its usually the hell portal thing)

[campgender]

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[phagodyke]

yeah I'm not gonna talk abt it am I...

[tiddyghostposting]

Twink Vulpes Inculta discourse is lame. I need people to start making him a weird psychosexual FREAK just for me.

[thewhizzyhead]

you know when you get a friend that was even more "tomboyish" than you were in your teens and then as the both of you grow up and enter college, you see them explore expressing themselves more femininely and absolutely fall in love with it and with the concept of womanhood - while you on the other hand become all the more estranged with "being a woman" because good God you really don't fucking get it and that seeing your once-tomboyish friend find joy and an emotional connection to womanhood makes you really realize that you have no such connection whatsoever, hence making you feel left behind in actually "becoming a woman"? Anyways what I'm trying to say here is I'm definitely not fucking cis-

[gingeredmink]

I've been lost, alone in a crowd Can't remember when the silence got so loud We believe, but what do we know? All the things we bottle up will one day start to overflow Where do I shelter when it's raining inside? No peace and quiet from the noise in my mind I don't bend, I break, I can't go on this way It kills to hear you say "I can't stand to see you like this"

[coldweatherhater]

i dont feel like dating like not at all lmao but i do wish i had someone i could just spend my entire day having conversations with ..