#and i know that i'm never going to see him or speak to him again

[g00d--m0urning]

Final Destination: Your House (CH. 6)

You finally get to the bottom about what's been going on with everybody.

(A/N: I'm going on vacay tomorrow and I'll be gone until Wednesday. I still plan on writing, but I don't know what we have planned, so just in case I'm too busy, I don't want to disappear)

(current list of planned in depth apology/make-up one-shots: Abel, Celia, Daisuke. Dorian, Curt&Rod (request), Eddie&Volt, Skylar, Tony, Jacque (request), Johnny (request), Hector (request), Betty (request), Mac (request), Tina (request), Kristof (request), Hanks (request))

The dateables wait and wait for you to put the dateviators back on, watching with bated breath each time you pass them, but you never do. Days go by without getting to speak with you and it’s killing them. 

Everybody knows they messed up and they want to make up for it! However, they can’t make up for it if you never speak to them again. There’s no telling who’s more distressed over the fact. Skylar is falling apart, Eddie and Volt have had several spark outs, Tony is breaking his back trying to fix things out of guilt, even Telly is starting to worry and he didn’t even do anything!

The house is falling apart and it’s your fault! Before you got those godforsaken glasses, everybody was perfectly fine without being acknowledged by you and now they can’t function without you. 

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It’s peaceful without having all of your house alive. You almost forgot what it was like making breakfast without chatting up your appliances, or walking through doors without making some sort of teasing comment. It’s hard to tell how you feel about it. 

You’re loading laundry into Washford when the power flickers, nothing to be terribly concerned about, presumably a dead light bulb. It goes again, longer this time, as you get Washford started. There’s an annoying feeling of concern eating at your nerves and you can’t help but wonder if Volt and Eddie are ok. 

It happens two more times before you crack. The whole way up the stairs is spent debating whether or not you should be doing this; speaking with them might make things worse, if they even talk to you in the first place. 

You stand in front of the breaker box, dateviators clutched in your hand. With shaky hands, you turn them on, slowly settling them on your face. You step into the Breaker Box, looking around the deserted bar.

“Eddie? Volt?” 

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The duo freezes at the sound of your voice, already choking up. They’ve never heard a sweeter sound. Immediately, they drop what they were doing, finding you in the main area. You’re really there, standing only a few feet from them.

“Livewire?” Volt steps out from the shadows first, a deep set frown on his normally beaming face.

Eddie follows shortly behind him, setting down the rag he had in his hands onto the bar, “You came.” 

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“You flickered,” you shrug slightly, brushing their surprise off like it’s nothing, “It was kind of annoying… I… was also worried, so… Yeah.”

Your lips turn up just enough to clue them in on the fact that you’re teasing. It’s awkward and stiff, but it's something. “Are you guys ok?”

Both of them seem to deflate at the question, tension leaving their body by the minute. Volt gestures at the booth you always sit in, sliding into the left side, along with Eddie. You sit opposite of them, waiting for them to start.

“We’re ok,” Eddie is the first one to speak.

“No we’re not,” Volt corrects him, shooting his partner a look you can’t decipher, “nobody is.”

“What do you mean ‘nobody’?” you ask, head turning side-to-side in search of somebody else in the bar, expecting somebody else to pop up, out of the shadows. 

“You don’t see it, do you?” Eddie scoffs, running his tongue over his bottom lip, “How could you? Considering you haven’t put those dumbass glasses on in days.”

Volt stomps on Eddie’s foot, making the wire man grunt, elbowing Volt in retaliation, “What Eddie means, livewire, is that the house is a mess without you.”

Guilt burns the back of your throat like the nasty oil you guzzle with Hoove; you figured they’d all be fine without you around. They were before, “I’m not going to apologize,” you finally tell them. You’re tired of apologizing.

“No one expects you to,” Volt nods, setting his hands on the table, yearning to reach for you.

“Good,” you nod, eyes flitting from his hands to his face. You don’t take them. “Why?” is all you ask, looking between the pair. 

“That’s not for us to answer, spark. It is our wrong doing to apologize for, though. And please know, we are truly sorry,” Volt answers, placing his hands in his lap.

“... I’m sorry, livewire,” Eddie whispers. His eyes gleam in the low light with what you’d guess tears, if you didn’t know any better.

“I need time,” you respond, swallowing the lump in your throat, sliding out of the booth, “but thank you.”

Both of them stand up with you, nodding their heads solemnly, “That’s more than alright, livewire,” Volt assures, stepping forward before realizing what he was trying to do, taking a half-step back. 

You smile half-heartedly, stepping forward and pressing a kiss to each man’s cheek, “Take care of yourself, yeah?”

The kiss seemingly lights a fire under them, smiles gracing both of their faces, “Of course, spark. You take care too,” Volt says first, Eddie echoing the sentiment soon after. 

There’s a weight off your chest when you leave, feeling less like you have to drag your feet the whole way. With a renewed pep in your step, and a mission to get to the end of this, you set out for Celia’s office. If it’s not Eddie and Volt’s to share, then it has to be her’s. 

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Word spread quickly that you put the dateviators back on, so Celia has been prepping her speech. She’s thrown out idea after idea, but nothing feels right. One apologizes too much without addressing the problem, the other does the opposite. Nothing feels right.

The door to her office opens, revealing you standing in the doorway, “I’ve been expecting you,” she tells you, pulling a chair out for you, not stepping back until you’re settled.

Celia sighs softly, sitting down in the chair next to you, facing you head on, “There’s someone else who I think needs to be included in this conversation,” she tells you, leaning over her desk and requesting Florence to send in her guest.

Skylar walks in, unable to meet your eyes as she sits down in the chair next to Celia, “Hi,” she murmurs, tucking her hair behind her ears.

“Thank you for joining us, Skylar,” Celia says, smiling politely at Skylar, “Would you like me to start or shall you?”

“I want to say it,” Skylar whispers, finally looking up at you. She’s been crying, her eyes puffy behind her glasses, “I’m so sorry, everything that’s happened has been my fault.”

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You’re unsure how to react when Skylar drops that bomb. Is it her fault? What’s she mean it’s her fault? She holds her hands up, signaling for you to let her continue before asking questions.

“I’m the reason everyone’s been avoiding you. It was my idea; after movie night, I got so freaked out over the documentary that I suggested we all leave you alone, so you wouldn’t get hurt,” she says through sobs, gasping as she tries to compose herself, “Please don’t hate me.”

There’s a lot to unpack there and you don’t know where to start. It’s shocking to learn that everybody’s behavior is partially Skylar’s fault- she can’t take the entire blame, everyone played a role in this. Especially over something as trivial as a… “Documentary?”

“Yes, documentary. You can save us the lecture, however. Telly has already informed us that our intentions, while well meaning, were… A bit misplaced,” Celia cuts in, setting a hand on Skylar’s back.

The world fades around you, a faint buzzing filling your ears. You bend over, shoulders shaking slightly, “Oh, my god,” you mumble. All of this, the panic attacks, everyone’s behavior is because they thought Final Destination was a documentary. 

You can’t tell if that makes the situation worse or better. On one hand, they were doing it to protect you, on the other, nobody even thought to talk to you.

“Are you laughing or crying?” Celia questions, eyeing you worriedly.

“I don’t know,” you exclaim, pressing your palms into your eyes. It’s both: you’re crying and laughing, “I need to go,” you tell them, standing up.

“Please don’t go,” Skylar pleads, grabbing your arm, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, we were idiots.”

“You were! None of you talked to me! Did you ever plan on telling me or were you just going to let me think you all hated me?” you ask, yanking your arm from her grip.

“We thought it was for the best!” she retorts, reaching for you again, but you don’t let her grab you again.

“I get that, I do, but you thought wrong,” you yell back, wiping your tears off with your sleeve, “I need time to think about this, Sky. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Promise,” she steps back, biting down on her lip to keep it from trembling.

“Promise,” you confirm, taking the dateviators off after.

You stagger to your bed, collapsing onto the mattress in a mess of tears. All of this, over a movie, over a grade-A miscommunication. 

Tomorrow. It’ll be fixed tomorrow, for better or for worse.

[writing-munchies]

Are there any characters you see as bottoms? I noticed that you mainly write for bottom reader (as in, the reader is the one being penetrated) (which, like, no shade! This is your blog you can write what you want, lol)

But sometimes you do write about the reader topping characters, and it made me wonder what characters you personally see as bottoms?

Oh yes! I'm a bottom leaning switch so that's why I mostly write bottom reader.

To answer your question here are the characters off the top of my head:

Dirk - I think he's a switch but he's more leaning to top switch as Dirk, I think that changes with Clarence, he'd be more bottom leaning but still a switch.

Mateo - I could tottally see him begging for it when he gets overstimulated, butter him up a little and your dick/strap will be in him for as long as you want

Hector - He's a given because I feel like he can be whatever you want him to be and, sex isn't much for his pleasure it's for yours so he really doesn't mind. He'll go with what you want.

Scandalabra - Is a bottom, a whiny one Jon Wick is a switch, still leaning to bottomming but won't mind to be on top every once in a while.

Volt - OKAY. listen to me. he is a power bottom, but he is one. I'm speaking my truth and breaking my silence on this one. He just moans so sweetly when you're inches deep in him, rearranging his guts and fucking him dumb ^^

Shelley - I know I wrote her as a top but as your relationship progresses she'll be more trusting and will be able to give up control of sex to some degree.

Hank #3 - I think he'd top more often just out of the assumption that that's what you'd want but when you two talk about it, he's never to be seen on top again.

Parker - I haven't finished his route yet but that guy gives me sub bottom vibes 100%

Jerry - I think this one's a little obvious but I think he also enjoys being a sub/service top.

Skips - He loves giving up control to you, loves losing himself in you whether that's you around him or him around you - he's honestly up for whatever but he'd really enjoy bottoming.

Dorian - LISTEN. HEAR ME OUT. OKAY. When you're a bold person and are not afraid to take charge he finds that extremely hot, he also moans like a whore when you pull his hair as you pound him from behind. I said what I said.

Fantina - also like Hector, sex isn't about how she feels but what you feel so if you want her to bottom she will, if you want her to top she'll pull out the strap. anything to feel you in any way.

These are it for now, a lot of my opinions of characters bed preferences change as time goes, but I think these are pretty solid for now.

[emoisthenewemu]

YUTA OKKOTSU SMAU SERIES

SUMMARY: Aaaand that's what happens when you scream 'my man, my man, my man' too loud.

VERY VERY IMPORTANT TEXT IN THE MIDDLE PLS READ!

A/N : srry for the wait yall, being 21 is crazy lmao i've been out every weekend! luv yall sm <3 pls dont hate me or yuta lmao

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt8

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Both of your feet have not even passed the door before Yuta is latching onto you like a koala, arms wrapped around your waist and breathing into your chest as if he hadn't seen you in weeks. He saw you yesterday, and the day before but both were only for about an hour and as he has come to find out, all the time in the world would still not be enough when it comes to you. He doesn't speak, he's too exhausted to do so but his heart has ceased its irregular beating. He swears he could just fall asleep right now, standing up and clutching you as if you were some grand trophy he'd never let go of. You take a deep breath in, running your hands through his hair. You feel so at ease.

"You okay handsome?" You mutter to the boy who has still not moved an inch. "Gonna let me get through the door?" You giggle.

He releases you, a hand still lazily wrapped around your forearm. If he's near you, he has to be touching you. It's a given. Yet you are still not his girlfriend, because he knows he needs to ask the right way. Take you somewhere nice and make you feel special. You deserve more than some late night plea in his dorm.

"Sorry.." He rubs a hand down his face. "Just

tired...and I missed you"

"I missed you too" You smile, dragging him to the bed that was just neatly made. "You been taking care of yourself? I swear your eyes get darker every time I see you"

You make yourself comfortable, rolling over to the side which has somehow become your spot. He joins you, eyes never leaving your face. "Just....working hard. You know how it is" He mumbles, an arm going around your waist. "Missed you..." He says again, clearly a bit sleep deprived.

"Hey I mean it....you're gonna burn yourself out if you keep going like this" You say a bit more, seriously.

"Yeahh I know" He yawns. "Exactly why Gojo's gonna give me a little break after this next one"

"And how long are you gonna be gone for again?" You raise an eyebrow, a bit dissatisfied by the answer.

"A week....and a half"

You scoff, pulling him closer. "What good's a break if you're already worn out by the time it comes?"

He knows you are just being overprotective, worrying for him. It makes him smile, no one worries about him. Except maybe Toge and Panda but it's in a different way than you do. His mom tells him he should accept more missions, and Gojo says he'll get used to it eventually. He's not so sure that's true. If he did not have you to coddle him and keep him company he thinks he might have gone crazy already.

"Just shhhhh" He laughs, pulling your face closer and kissing you.

"Don't you shhh me Yuta Okkotsu!" You scold but he only smiles harder, kissing you again, a bit deeper this time. "Don't think you're gonna kiss your way out of a serious conversation!" You warn. "We still have more to talk about remember"

"Too late" He mumbles, pecking your lips again. "Gotta go to sleep soon"

You scoff but don't push him away. You never would. "You are soooo anxious-avoidant"

"I dunno what that means but it sounds right" He chuckles. "It makes me anxious when I have to avoid you"

You laugh aloud at his words, squeezing his shoulder playfully. "Thats not what it means at all" You roll your eyes. "Come on....don't you think we have a lot to discuss?"

"Yeah.." He admits, eyes closed as he leans even closer to your touch. "We do....and I'm sorry I really do have a lot to say I just feel so exhausted" He sighs. "And when you're here I just feel so comfortable and warm" He practically whines, digging his face into the nape of your neck. "My only moments of peace are when I'm with you"

The both of you fall silent for a whole, the low hum of electricity and faint sounds of tree branches scraping against the window mixed with soft breathing proves to be the only background noise. Your fingernails softly rubbing against his scalp, Yuta pressing soft kisses to your skin every now and then. This is the bliss he has always craved, only ever dreamed of until now. How could he ever let go of something like this, someone like you? Your mind races a million thoughts a minute, so much to say yet you'd hate to disturb the boy of your affection whom you know has responsibilities you could never even dream of. So you let him be comfortable, all the while you imagine a world where he will be okay.

"I worry about you Yuta..." You whisper after a while, unsure if he's even awake still.

"I know..." He answers back, voice low and riddled with guilt. "I'll get better...I promise"

You say nothing, your arms wrapped tight around him are enough. "Thank you angel" Is the last thing he murmurs before falling asleep.

Your own eyes are fluttered shut, so close to succumbing into sleep as your mind conjures the most random thoughts. Imagining a fake scenario in the future where you have been dating Yuta for a year already and he leaves you for someone else, how heartbreaking that would be. The things you’d say. And before you can dismiss those thoughts, tell yourself you're crazy something in your brain clicks—eyes snapping wide open.

He called you angel-a cute name sure but not something you hear every day. Certainly not something you've ever been called before, except by one person.

Your stalker.

Your stomach drops, brows furrowing and you almost chuckle because there's absolutely no way. You did your investigation...they texted you literally four days ago as you say right beside him. You stare at Yuta, a sudden uneasiness in your chest as he sleeps blissfully unaware of your concern.

There's no way. You think again.

Because he'd never lie to you. You're sure of it, you defended him every time the girls arouse suspicion. Talked yourself out of the belief who knows how many times. You were so positive it couldn't be the sweet boy who you've come to trust entirely. The sweet boy who would never do anything wrong. Or maybe you just wanted to believe that was the truth.

You stew in your worries, cautiously sliding out of his arms and slithering off the bed. You begin to pace, shaking your head "You're being crazy" You whisper to yourself, startled when Yuta moves in his sleep—clutching a pillow which he assumes to be you in his unconscious state.

The more you look at him the worse it gets. That voice in your head tells you to trust your gut. If you're wrong then you're wrong, it wouldn't be the first time. So to give yourself some peace of mind and finally be able to sleep you pull out your phone and dial the stalkers number, expecting nothing to come of it.

When a low buzzing sounds comes from the nightstand next to the bed you swear your whole body goes cold. Immediately reaching for the drawers you pull out a phone.

The contact's name reads 'Angel'.

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[link-the-feral-anon]

That Cloying Feeling Part Four

(There will be a POV switch after the read more)

Janus paused mid-sip of his coffee.

"What?" He asked.

"How did you know how we all like our hot drinks?" Morality asked again, just as curiously as the first.

"Anxiety, obviously." He said, eyes flicking back to his cup. "He found out and told us."

"He usually makes the coffee in our kitchen." Remus said, stirring its tea. "Well. For me, he makes tea." It looked down the hall. "Is- Is Roman going to be okay?"

Ah. Janus sighed quietly. No. He wasn't surprised, but he had hoped they could have... a little bit of time before...

"Well..." Morality said before sighing. He gave a little shrug. "I'm not sure, kiddo. Anxiety got us all to our own room so fast after Lo broke down, and with Roman collapsing under his insecurities..." He put his mug down, keeping his hands wrapped around it. "Can I ask... Something he said is bothering me."

Janus gestured with his mug. He was feeling curious- and sentimental- enough to indulge in the other Side's questions.

Morality frowned.

"He said 'this time.' Thomas won't be effected 'this time.'" He spun his mug around. "Has he tried to... dip... before?"

Remus tensed. Its bottom lip trembled.

"Once." Janus said. "When Thomas was in high school."

Morality closed his eyes, almost as if-

"You already guessed that, huh?"

They all jumped as Virgil spoke, leaning against the doorway. He wouldn't look at any of them.

"Yeah. Once I was back in my room." He said, watching Virgil carefully. "I didn't realize until then that... telling you how much we needed you wasn't helping. You need to be wanted."

Virgil didn't reply. Remus covered its mouth, trying not to cry.

"That's why neither of these two showed up, right?" He asked. His eyes slid over to Janus. "You were locked out."

Janus huffed. Morality was more perceptive than he'd like him to be. He liked to pride himself on being unreadable. But there Morality was, seeing right through him.

Patton lifted his mug to his lips, taking a long sip. He gave them all a few minutes to either answer- Janus- or think of a way to avoid answering- Virgil and Remus- then he looked back at Virgil.

"Why don't you sit with us?" He asked, gesturing to the table with his head.

Virgil bit his lip. Janus and Remus shared a look.

Remus spoke quietly. If there had been any noise, any noise at all, Patton would have missed it. He hadn't realized it ever spoke quietly. After all, Roman so rarely did.

"Please, Gil?"

Janus gave Remus a rather fast, but rather weak kick under the table. Remus just kept its eyes on Virgil. He sighed, but eventually, he pulled out a chair and sat with them. He'd spun the chair around and straddled it, resting his chin on the back.

"Yeah. They were locked out." He said after another few moments of silence. "I wouldn't have been able to go if they'd gotten in."

Patton looked at his tea. "I guess you should have locked Lo out too, huh?"

Remus made a wounded noise, and he could feel Janus glaring at him. Virgil, however, let out a huff of laughter.

"Guess I should have."

"Do say that." Janus said. Then he winced, eyes flickering to Patton.

"Why not, J? It's true."

Huh.

"He is the exception, isn't he?" Patton said, partially into his tea.

Virgil looked away again.

"We all know now, by the way," Patton said as he put his mug down, "how to get you back. Or, rather, keep you. Lo is right. We don't just need anxiety. We want Anxiety."

"Virgil."

How did the others speak so softly? If he hadn't been watching Virgil, he wouldn't have caught the other Side's name at all. Of course, whether any of them knew it or not, he never did forget any of their names.

"We don't just need anxiety. We want Virgil around." He amended.

Virgil didn't reply. He just trailed the grains of the wooden table with his fingernails. Patton was about to prod when Janus changed the subject slightly.

"How are the other two doing?"

Patton wanted to keep talking about Virgil, but a single glance at Remus stilled his tongue.

"They'll be alright." He said, clearly glad for the change in topic as well. "A bit of rest in their own elements and they should be right as rain."

"Should... I be here when Ro comes back out?"

Virgil nodded. "One of the insecurities was about how you two left things. And if he has anything rude to say, J and I will be right here."

Patton smiled softly. Good. He was staying then.

"I'll be here too, if it helps any!" He said cheerfully. He stood, clapping his hands together. "Now, is anyone hungry? Virgil, would you like an apple cider?"

He watched Patton carefully for a moment. Patton gave him a tired smile. Virgil sighed, cracking one of his own.

"With whip cream and cinnamon."

The relief from the other two at the table was palpable for Patton. He hoped Virgil could feel it too.

(Okay, I promise Logan will be back soon, okay? Swearsies @logan-bear-bear )

(Also, I'm having fun picking what hot drinks they all like :3)

Pre-AA Virgil: I bet you're one of those fools who hates bats for no reason.

Logan, slamming his note cards down on the table: How dare you! I love bats! They play a vital role in our ecosystem, and have been villainized for years by the media because of the existence of the vampire bat! WHO!! Is still valid and necessary, despite it's scary name and appearance! Bats are beautiful and they deserve to be loved!

Virgil: ...

Roman, leaning over to whisper to Patton: Are we sure that this is even about bats anymore??

Patton, whispering back: I don't know...

Virgil, softly but with feeling: You.

Logan, quieting down a little: Huh?

Virgil, feeling too many pleasant emotions: You're the exception.

[breezeoow]

"please don't leave already."

you kept looking up at him, directly into his eyes like a forsaken child who was afraid of being left alone for the first time. and he was frozen. wonwoo couldn't move. because he knew how you often struggled to communicate while facing challenges, how you withdrew into yourself until you felt ready to face others again. he needed to leave early that night. on that very evening, he had to go. you knew yet still asked. and he didn't hesitate. he settled back down in the same spot where he had spent the last few hours with you, in the same position, and kept looking at you, amazed by your delay and courage. it was quite unusual for you to ask him to stay, since you never do that. regardless of how tough and exhausting your day was, you never did that. you never did, until today.

it was a day filled with rain. in fact, it's been a week since it has rained this much. the sky has been overcast and dreary for far too long for you to remain withdrawn and sit back as usual. how could you maintain that strength when you feel his warmth enveloping you, willingly. the warmth that courses through both of you, whenever you two are near. and whenever he simply sits alongside you.

"can you please go a bit later? would you please stay for dinner? i'm preparing what you like to eat on days like this. would you like some soup or maybe a bowl of piping hot stew?"

you could hardly utter anything beyond those questions with your almost broken voice. you couldn't think of voicing anything else on that moment.

and wonwoo? he knew. even when you don't speak, even when you never uttered, he has always known you. he knows even when you try to cover up with the most clever language. and he knew what to do, what to say, how to act, how to help, just like the back of his hand.

"what is it, my love?"

he asked as he puts his palm onto your cheeks to look at those eyes better and read them once again, leaves you wondering how easy it is for him. how easy it is for him to be gentle with you whereas no one ever could be like that. at least not so spontaneously.

you've always been a reserved girl. a quieter one who always takes a step back. not because you're an afraid being, but because that's how you learned to save yourself. you are like a writer, but only in her head, always screaming and shouting, but lets nothing out. you've always thought it'd be difficult for him to stick with you, and also you might be wasting his time. but goddamn he always proves you wrong. so this time, today, you chose to be nicer. you chose to hold him tighter for couple more hours to let him know you are open to be vulnerable, finally.

" i know you've important stuffs to attend tomorrow, but can you please leave a little later today? I can't believe i'm saying this and maybe i'm sounding so stupid too. but i guess i'm tired of making you feel alone too."

the furrow in his face disappeared in seconds. you could see how his eyes got warmed as if all the heavyweights just flew.

"i could easily spend the entire night here if you'd want me to. and no, it’s not stupid. in fact, i've been eager to hear this, and you know that very well too. don’t you? i also know that you feel guilty for acting this way, for distancing yourself when i ask you to be open with me, to be vulnerable with me. but you know what? that’s simply a part of who you are, and it makes complete sense. it's not your fault. you don’t make me feel isolated or lonely or left alone; instead, you push me to strive to understand you better. so whatever you need from me today, just say it. i'm here, for the entire night, or even the next day."

you could see how he kept brightening as he kept talking. and in that moment, for the first time, you felt no shame in keeping him close, and you embraced it.

" i could see your face being sore and pained. and i wished i could stay longer, and look now! you made it easier. you do bring comfort and make everything feel lighter. it's not always about me understanding you and giving you space. it's about you being considerate and keeping everything safe individually too."

he added.

a blink of a tear sparkled on your right eye, and then the left eye. you couldn't speak. and this time it was because how ensuring it was for you to make the first move of opening up, not because you're bottling things down.

the tears of joy started pouring down, and his thumbs kept taking care of them.

"i aspire to be like you to you. and i'm trying. no. actually, I will put in extra effort starting now. it torments me too. whether I deserve you or you deserve me; i don't wanna dwell on that. i wanna care about improving for you, with you. i might stumble sometimes, but not like i used to. not anymore! i know how it's difficult for you than for me, articulating my unspoken mind, trying to grasp the unknowns without any clues. but, i won’t let you do that any further. you will be aware of what's happening, and you'll know what's not. it won't just involve embraces and distances, but also hugs and pours. I won't burden you with unknowns anymore."

your grip got tighter and tighter on his wrists.

"you never burdened me. never. not in that way. instead you honoured me with a tenderness so rare, a part of your that no one could ever get or discover. so please tell me what do i need to do for you. tell me what'll make your aches dissolve."

you could've easily let him leave, just how you always did. but today, you did what he wanted for a long time, and you needed your whole life, becoming fervent and full. you wanted ease to settle inside you, alongside him. and without laminating your cries this time, you flowed in.

" i will. so please don't leave already, my heart isn't full yet."

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

watched dawn of the vampires (AHHHH), here are some questions/standout thoughts

NONE of my theories were completely correct and that makes me very sad, never listen to me again

for a movie called 'dawn of the vampires', i feel like not much was actually done with them (i feel like i came out with more questions about them than answers)

my ranking of the new gen characters: 1. victor, 2. nova, 3. vargas, 4. vera, 5. ray

i am calling for the public execution of both the eldriss and the commander, IMMEDIATELY

when i posted my thoughts about the teaser, i asked if zed gets into trouble multiple times in the movie...boy i did not know how correct i was going to be, good lord

so i guess julian just wanted to dress up like a werewolf (in regards to the werewolf-y pics of him at the wrap party)

i was a little surprised that the ogs already knew the story of the daywalkers and vampires

they just recycled the eastside eels' colors for mountain college and i don't like that (were there not other pastels to choose from???)

there was ZERO mention of the bloodfruit, visions, the pulses or the familial relations (nova being the commander's daughter, victor being the eldriss's nephew) in the trailer and i don't like that either

speaking of the visions, it's reminding of how in the first descendants book, ben and mal dreamed of each other before meeting

zeddison were still super affectionate in this movie!! let's all cheer!! i was paranoid for literally no reason

maybe i'm just not a vampire aficionado but do vampires usually have wind powers???

kinda wish that we got to see willa and eliza walking through the woods

zed apparently went to a summer camp but how??? they weren't supposed to leave zombietown...unless it was also in the basemnt like their classes were

i thought they were going to go the 'ray has a crush on nova' route and i'm so glad that they didn't

guess we're getting mermaids (they should have pink hair)

zed literally almost died/lost his humanity and yet we're having a party i-

i didn't get my zeddison proposal...but the ain't no doubt about it scene was still VERY cute

the pacing was...interesting. sometimes it felt like scenes were missing but maybe that was just me

really wish we saw more of the towns. i especially liked how shadyside looked. hopefully we'll see more details in z5 (like what do the interiors of the buildings look like???)

for the most part, i really liked the outfits in the movie, save for like a handful of pieces (zed's sweater, i'm looking at you)

they just didn't explain why addison's hair looks different and i honestly find that really funny (personally, i think it's because ppl were upset that addison got to look like a full alien so they made her hair white again)

i genuinely laughed at almost every comedic bit so idk what that says about me but i enjoyed my time

willa kinda did nothing in the movie, save for scaring the campers...wish she got to do more (at least eliza got to do techy stuff)

have the vampires and daywalkers heard of zombies, werewolves, and aliens??? cause they seemed really unbothered that there were other monster species (zombies especially, because every zombie has been from seabrook...do they get news channels in shadyside/sunnyside???)

nova and victor are really cute together

[macarxncito]

Thoughts on Scars (ALNST)

I was up tweaking until like 3am waiting for the translations for this comic to finally drop so now I just got to get my thoughts down lmao

As always this isn't meant to be a super deep analysis, just somewhere for me to lay out my personal thoughts and opinions and analyses

TW: self-harm and other trauma-related responses

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The way that this is drawn out gives the idea that Till was reluctant to leave Ivan's body and had to be physically dragged away from it... vivimeng do you want me to jump

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IVAN BEING THE FIRST THING THAT TILL SEES WHEN HE WAKES UP EUGH

But there's also a really interesting contradiction happening here, Till says that Ivan's the person he doesn't want to see and yet he's the one that's actively imagining him being there :O

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Welcome to the unreliable narrator club, Till!!!!!!!

This fucks me up so bad bro omg </3 we know Ivan would never say anything like that to Till, we know he would never look at him with that sneer, and yet this is how Till imagines he would </3

This Ivan is a manifestation of Till’s grief and guilt

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The fact that Ivan wholeheartedly believed Till would never see him, would never even spare him a glance, and yet here we see that after he's gone Till is unable to look away from him for days at a time

Sickening </3

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Oh they make me so sick

This kiss is very obviously a reflection of Till's survivor's guilt, grief, and trauma. The way that Till doesn't actively initiate it and yet doesn't exactly fight back against it and kinda just lets it happen gives me the idea that he views this trauma as some kind of punishment that he deserves

Interestingly to me though is that despite both this kiss and the one from round 6 appearing forced, this Ivan that Till sees in his mind still asks for consent here :O

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This was a very important part of the comic to me

Before this comic dropped I assumed Till became mute because of the injuries to his throat, and while I'm sure that's still part of the case (no way in hell are his vocal chords completely unscathed after getting shot in the neck) this shows that his mutism is also partly caused by his trauma :O

As someone who's selectively mute myself I find this bittersweet and conflicting because on one hand I see a lot of myself in Till and this makes me relate to him even more but at the same time I feel a lot of sympathy for him and his tragedy </3

His trauma weighs down on him so deeply to the point of silencing him

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Here's a scene that I want to give a few clarifications for

Yes, Till is shown to be speaking here but I still think he's more-or-less entirely mute (shown through his speech bubbles being completely black and the fact that he's only shown speaking to his imaginary Ivan)

I also don't think this is an Ivan ghost per-se but rather a hallucination or otherwise only existing in Till's imagination

As for this, I fear the Ivan-assaulted-Till believers are going to run with this </3 I don't know Korean but I've spoken to a few people who say that the translations for this comic are a bit wonky here and there and that this particular dialogue translates closer to "it's touching to be thinking of the old times" or something along those lines

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OH I'M GONNA BE SICK

I think this is Till finally acknowledging the feelings he's had for Ivan all along and feeling the guilt of not having been able to tell him sooner </3

And this is also the first instance we see of Till's self-harm

Before this I believed that the scars on Till's neck came from him being shot there or perhaps the removal of his brand but now we see that they were self-induced </3 the "here we go again" is especially heartbreaking to me

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This moment is soooooo important to me

IvanTill's whole thing is that they're doomed by miscommunication, that perhaps their love could've bloomed if only they'd had the time to understand each other, and it appears to me that that's finally happening now after it's already too late

The surprise on Till's (and Ivan’s) face, the red in his pupil (and I think it's worth pointing out that the red pupils in both Ivan and Till are the only color in the entire comic)

It's sooooo tragic and I know there's no happy ending to this story but it gives me hope that we'll at least finish to see Ivan and Till finally understand each other (or at least Till understanding Ivan) and Till finally being able to accept and acknowledge his feelings and leave his past behind <3

[seitmai]

Many thoughts

He couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to you. If anyone ever tried to lay a hand on you, he’d destroy them. And he'd watch with cold eyes as they turned to ash.

Oh I'm sure of it

Jamie. Not James, not Bucky, not Buck… Just Jamie. It sounded right coming from you, but not anyone else. One of his men said it in passing once after you left and he threatened to cut his tongue out if he did it again. 

They said it once and never again

“Are you ever going to stop calling me that?” you teased, your lips dangerously close to his skin. He had to suppress a shiver you’d no doubt feel if he didn’t stay in control. “Never,” he whispered. You’d always be his sun, even if it was an intimate sort of nickname for a friend. Because Bucky didn't love you the way a best friend should. “Been too long since I’ve seen you.” “You saw me two days ago,” you said. 

Cute 🥰

You were a friend first, but loving you was one of the easiest things in the world. It felt natural, like breathing. He needed you like the day needed light. No one else could control or sway him the way you could. The terrifying thing was that it didn’t terrify him at all for someone to have that much power over him. Maybe because you weren’t the type of person to take advantage of that kind of power or him. You were too good for the world, for his world.

🥰🥰🥰

Bucky was the first person you messaged when you got the news and you told him it would mean the world if he went. “As if I’d be anywhere else,” he told you, making you snort when he playfully rolled his eyes. If you needed or wanted him there or anywhere, he’d find a way to make it happen no matter what. 

He could not be prouder and will always show up for her, no matter what!

“I remember punching him very hard in the face a couple of times, threatening to cut his throat if he didn’t apologize, and I forced him to buy you a new camera,” he said. Some would call it overkill, but he called it protecting and caring for you. And while his reaction would've rightfully scared some, it didn't bother you at all. All you cared about was making sure his hand wasn't hurt from punching John.

"Just friends" huh?

Bucky winced a little and shot Sam a quick text message. “That’s my fault. I said I wanted a few minutes alone, so the server is in the back with Sam.” He should’ve messaged him sooner. All you had was the water in front of you. “I think he likes her.” “Oh, Sam’s probably working on getting her number. He’s shameless,” you fondly said.

Hahaha Sam 😂

“If he’s lucky,” he chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t know how you put up with us.”

Fair

The server jotted down the order when Bucky gave it to her and looked between you with hearts in her eyes. “You two make a really cute couple.” Your mouth fell open and Bucky knew what was coming. You were going to politely correct her and say you were “just friends”, which was bullshit. So he seized the opportunity and took your hand before nodding to the server. “Thank you. I’m very lucky to have her.”

Oh so not "just friends"? 👀

The statement washed over him like a bucket of cold water and he felt a pain in his heart like someone stabbed him. He exhaled slowly and had to put his hands in his lap so you wouldn’t see them curl into fists. “You have a date?” he asked, like was speaking with glass in his throat.

His worst nightmare

It was petty and he didn't care. “Bet he tries to rent out the restaurant thinking it'll impress you,” he muttered. “I'm sorry, but didn't you rent out this diner?” “I bought the diner. There's a difference. And this isn't a date,” he said too casually. 

This cracked me up😂

You sat up straight and he regretted saying that when you leveled him with a glare. “What about your fiancé? Would you buy a diner for her?”

Ohhh, touché 👀

The arranged marriage was supposed to bring their families together and all it did was tear his heart apart. He got into the biggest fight with his dad when he was informed of the engagement and they still hadn’t recovered from it. Even his mom couldn't sway his dad. The poor woman was stuck between her husband and her son, but she defended Bucky when he delayed the wedding. There were only so many times he could postpone it.

Thats not fun

“I know you don't like talking about her, but…” You swallowed hard. “You're going to marry her.”

Fair 🤷🏻‍♀️

His parents adored you, always had, and they weren't easy to impress. The fact that his dad liked you and you weren't from a powerful family spoke volumes. His mom wept after the fight he had with his dad and she admitted she would've loved to have you as a daughter-in-law. He wanted to make that happen. 

Not them making Buckys crush a whole family affair lol

You nodded. “I don’t want you to be mad at me.” “I don’t think I could ever be mad at you,” he said. You two argued now and then, like a couple would, but he’d never be angry at you.

🥹🥹🥹

“But why did you talk to my dad? What did you talk about?” You took a breath like you were steeling yourself. “I asked if you had to marry her because I didn’t think she was the right choice for you.” You still wouldn’t look him in the eye, so you didn’t see the stunned look on his face. “I also said that if you had to marry her that there was a chance that he’d lose you as a son. Or at least, he’d lose the son he knew and loved.”

Damn 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

“He called me brave, and said the only way you could get out of it was if she betrayed the families in some way,” you replied. He was shocked all over again that his dad told you that. “And affairs don’t count. I asked.”

Bucky’s jaw dropped. It took a lot to surprise him and your answer would’ve put him on his ass if he hadn’t already been sitting. Not many had the balls to question his dad on anything, but there you were defending him and his choices and future. He loved you, he had for some time, and knowing you walked into the lion’s den for him made him love you all the more.

Valid, I would too

Good for her checking the details, she is determined to help!

At a Crossroads

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Best Friend!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky has lunch with one of his best friends. He wants more than friendship, but is he too late or is there hope?

Word Count: Over 4.7k

Warnings: Friendship, longing, pining, idiots in love (of sorts), tension, bit of angst, thoughts of smut, nicknames, world building, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Oh, look. Another new AU, and I'm excited. We're calling this one True Love and Loyal Friends. Thanks to the @starlightcrystalline for letting me scream about this. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @societyfolklore and @soelstress, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divided by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The diner was quiet as Bucky sat in the booth, only lifting his head to occasionally glance at the door. He could’ve selected a song to play on the jukebox to fill the silence, but he liked the quiet. It gave him time to gather his thoughts without the usual demands and chatter that surrounded him. A couple of his closest men insisted on being in the diner, but he ordered that they keep a reasonable distance. They knew better than to interrupt his time with you, his best friend.

His everything.

He smiled to himself as he checked his phone and saw that you were getting closer, so close he could almost smell your sweet perfume and see your bright smile. Ava was close by too, keeping an eye out. It felt wrong having a tracker on you and people watching you, but it was for your safety. That was what he told himself time and time again since being connected to him meant danger. With the tracker and the security, he or one of his people could reach you quickly if something went wrong, if you were in trouble, or if you needed him.

He couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to you. If anyone ever tried to lay a hand on you, he’d destroy them. And he'd watch with cold eyes as they turned to ash.

The bell above the door dinged, alerting Bucky of your arrival. He didn’t stand right away since he was too in awe of the way the sun rays behind you cast a soft glow around your body. Solnyshko. Seeing you for the first time was like watching the sun rise, warm, beautiful, and full of hope. And whenever you walked away, it was like the sun set, leaving him in a world of darkness and cursing the moon and stars to bring you back to him.

You spotted him easily since he was the only patron in the place and your smile made the place that much brighter. You were dressed down, but so beautiful and he couldn't help but stare as you walked over. “Hey, Jamie.”

Jamie. Not James, not Bucky, not Buck… Just Jamie. It sounded right coming from you, but not anyone else. One of his men said it in passing once after you left and he threatened to cut his tongue out if he did it again. 

“Hey, Solnyshko,” he replied, standing so he could pull you into a hug once you were close enough. You always greeted him with a hug, and he didn’t let many people touch him. He never felt fear when you were in his embrace, only acceptance and care.

As he wrapped his arms around you and breathed you in, his eyes slipped shut and he imagined dragging you to his car and taking you far away, somewhere where no one would interfere in your lives. It was easier to breathe when you were close, but there was still pain in his chest because you were so far away. Every time you had to say goodbye, he worried it was the last time 

“Are you ever going to stop calling me that?” you teased, your lips dangerously close to his skin. He had to suppress a shiver you’d no doubt feel if he didn’t stay in control.

“Never,” he whispered. You’d always be his sun, even if it was an intimate sort of nickname for a friend. Because Bucky didn't love you the way a best friend should. “Been too long since I’ve seen you.”

“You saw me two days ago,” you said. 

“Still too long,” he half teased. If he had his way he wouldn't be apart from you because you’d be sharing a bed… a home. 

“Please, tell me you didn’t rent out the diner just the two of us could have a meal together,” you said, sliding into the booth once he let you go. He hated letting you go.

“What if I told you I bought the place?” he asked, shrugging at the exasperated look on your face. “What? It’s a good investment, the food is fantastic, and I compensated the owner well.”

That wasn’t a lie. It was a good investment, and the owner had been looking to retire anyway. Bucky just sped up the timeline. And now he could come here with you when he needed an escape.

“All so we could have a quiet meal together?” You shook your head and looked over the menu in front of you. “You flatter me so, even if it is ridiculous.”

Bucky smiled to himself and sipped his water. There were clubs and upscale restaurants all around and he took you there, too, but they were all loud and messy. People around always wanted something from him. Quiet meals with you made him feel like he could truly breathe. And while he could be in his element just about anywhere, this felt better because you were there, steady, calm, and not demanding anything from him. You silenced the chaos around him. 

“Anything for my best friend,” he said, a bittersweet feeling washing over him.

You were a friend first, but loving you was one of the easiest things in the world. It felt natural, like breathing. He needed you like the day needed light. No one else could control or sway him the way you could. The terrifying thing was that it didn’t terrify him at all for someone to have that much power over him. Maybe because you weren’t the type of person to take advantage of that kind of power or him. You were too good for the world, for his world.

“I think Steve would argue that he’s your best friend.”

“You're both my best friends,” he said, except he was completely and utterly in love with you. “You excited for your upcoming show?” he asked to pull himself away from his thoughts.

You giggled, a happy twinkling sound. “Yeah, and nervous as hell,” you answered.

Photography was your passion. You wanted to capture the beauty of the world and see things in different ways. You almost always had some sort of camera on you because you didn’t know when inspiration would strike. Whenever you stopped to take a picture with Bucky around, he watched you, even when you took photos of him. He was looking into your soul, not the lens.

“Nervous? You have nothing to be nervous about because there’s no better photographer out there,” he swore. He wasn’t telling you to blow smoke up your ass. Your work was that good. 

“It’s nerve-wracking to put yourself out there,” you said. 

He understood that because he felt nervous at the thought of confessing how he felt. “It’ll be great, and I’m always right,” he added with a smile.

“You are not always right, but keep telling yourself that,” you teased, your gaze so soft that his heart skipped a beat. “Though your support is greatly appreciated.”

“I’ll always support you,” he promised. He wanted all of your dreams to come true. 

In fact, he offered to pull some strings and get you a showing in the top gallery in the city, to which you smacked his arm. You wanted your work to speak for itself, not have it shown because of his connections. He respectfully backed off, and you showed him that you didn’t need his connections at all since you worked hard and got it all on your own.

It shouldn't have surprised him. He thought you could do anything you put your mind to. Not just because you could be stubborn in the best way, but because you put your heart into everything you did. It was admirable and inspiring. 

“And you’ll be there?” you asked hopefully. 

Bucky was the first person you messaged when you got the news and you told him it would mean the world if he went. “As if I’d be anywhere else,” he told you, making you snort when he playfully rolled his eyes. If you needed or wanted him there or anywhere, he’d find a way to make it happen no matter what. 

“You better or I’ll hunt you down,” you threatened with narrowed eyes before you giggled again. 

He chuckled and leaned forward. “Wouldn't that be a sight, someone as sweet as you hunting me down?”

You crossed your arms with a huff. “You don't scare me, Barnes.”

“Don’t call me Barnes. I’m Jamie to you,” he said. He’d be your Jamie forever and always. “And I’m so fucking proud of you for getting that showing, Solnshko.”

He'd have to buy something special to congratulate you, which you deserved and more.

You bit your lip and looked in your lap with a small smile. “Thanks, Jamie,” you whispered, raising your gaze again with a larger smile. He almost wished he snapped a photo so you could see how beautiful you looked at the moment, in every moment. “Hey, do you remember when John Walker bumped into me at your birthday party?”

Bucky growled at the memory. You were getting ready to snap a photo of him and Steve together and John fucking Walker purposely bumped into you and made you drop your camera. Your eyes teared up instantly because you had bought that camera yourself and the fucker had the nerve to laugh. He would’ve seen red from the laughter alone, but your tears made him snap.

“I remember punching him very hard in the face a couple of times, threatening to cut his throat if he didn’t apologize, and I forced him to buy you a new camera,” he said. Some would call it overkill, but he called it protecting and caring for you. And while his reaction would've rightfully scared some, it didn't bother you at all. All you cared about was making sure his hand wasn't hurt from punching John.

“Except he didn’t buy me the camera. You made him give you money and then you bought the camera for me,” you said, resting your arms on the table with a knowing stare. “A much nicer one than the one I had before.”

“Yeah, I did,” he admitted unashamedly. John owed you a new camera. Bucky had taken it upon himself to buy you the camera and everything else you needed to go with it since he had no problem showering you with gifts. 

“You didn’t want me to see John again, or accept anything from him, did you?” 

Not many could read Bucky, but you could. He wondered if you could read his feelings for you or if he hid them well enough. Bucky didn’t want you accepting any sort of gift from John. “He’s a fucking asshole, so I didn’t want him close to you again,” he said honestly. John may have laughed when you dropped the camera, but Bucky saw him check you out more than once. “What made you think of that?”

“Because I used that camera for some of my photos,” you said softly, something warm just beneath the surface before you smiled. 

The beat of Bucky’s pulse doubled in time. Did you use it because he gave it to you? Did you think of him when you used it? “I’ll bet the photos you took with that camera are the best ones.”

“I guess you’ll see,” you smiled and took a quick look around. “I don’t mean to be rude, but are there any servers here?”

Bucky winced a little and shot Sam a quick text message. “That’s my fault. I said I wanted a few minutes alone, so the server is in the back with Sam.” He should’ve messaged him sooner. All you had was the water in front of you. “I think he likes her.”

“Oh, Sam’s probably working on getting her number. He’s shameless,” you fondly said.

“If he’s lucky,” he chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t know how you put up with us.”

Surrounding himself with people he trusted was key in his world. Steve and Sam were good guys. His entire crew was, despite some of the things they had to do.

“Because I love you guys,” you said. 

His expression was caught between longing and sorrow. “We love you, too,” he said. Except Steve and Sam only loved you like a sister. 

The server came out before he could say more. “So sorry about that,” she said, giving you both a smile. “Have you two decided on what you want or can I give you another minute?”

Bucky hid a grin when she glanced over her shoulder. She wanted to go back to Sam. “Nothing to be sorry for,” he assured her and winked at you. “Don't know why you bothered looking at the menu when I know what you're going to get.”

You smiled because it was true. “I know what you're getting, too,” you countered. Both of you knew each other's favorites. 

The server jotted down the order when Bucky gave it to her and looked between you with hearts in her eyes. “You two make a really cute couple.” 

Your mouth fell open and Bucky knew what was coming. You were going to politely correct her and say you were “just friends”, which was bullshit. So he seized the opportunity and took your hand before nodding to the server. “Thank you. I’m very lucky to have her.”

There was a flicker of sadness in your eyes, but you managed a smile for the server before you two were left alone again. His gaze lingered on you and he didn’t look away even as the sadness faded. It had him wondering if he was blind. Did you see the two of you as only friends or was there more? Did you feel it, too?

“Lucky to have me, huh?” you asked, a wistful smile on your face.

“The luckiest,” he replied. He couldn’t imagine his life without you in it “I still have your letters,” he added. He didn't know why he said it, but he had to let you know. 

You waited a beat and asked, “You do?”

He swallowed and nodded, knowing this was going into intimate territory, something stronger than friendship. “Every single one,” he said. 

You said once that you didn’t understand why people didn’t write letters anymore, why everything was done through email and text. Handwritten letters were special because they took time and care. So Bucky wrote you a letter one day and you wrote him back. The letters were one of his most cherished possessions.

He imagined confessing his feelings in a letter, but it wasn't right. It would be a face-to-face conversation when the time came because you deserved to hear the words from his lips. He wanted to sweep you off your feet and then write you something romantic. 

You blinked a few times, likely not wanting to cry in the middle of the diner. “I have yours, too.”

Bucky’s heart beat faster again. He wanted to ask you why you kept them. He wanted to see your eyes when you answered him. Was it for sentimental value or something more? 

But you didn't elaborate and he didn't ask. 

“You busy this Saturday night? Was thinking we could do a movie night,” he said. He already had your favorite snacks stocked up. He never would've thought to put Reese's Pieces or M&Ms in popcorn, but you could get him to try anything. 

You shifted in your seat. “Oh. I don’t think I can,” you said.

Bucky tried not to feel disappointed. Your life didn't revolve around him. “Why not?”

You bit your lip and looked to the side, making him pay more attention. Everyone had tells for when they were lying, nervous, etc. He learned them well in his line of work, and he learned yours since he knew you so well. You sometimes bit your lip when someone complimented you, but your head usually dipped down with a smile like you had done just a bit ago. You only looked to the side when you were avoiding someone’s gaze, like you were in trouble or scared.  You were avoiding his gaze. Why?  

“Why not?” he asked again, willing you to look at him so he could see your pretty eyes and have your attention.

You took a deep breath and faced him. “I have a date.”

The statement washed over him like a bucket of cold water and he felt a pain in his heart like someone stabbed him. He exhaled slowly and had to put his hands in his lap so you wouldn’t see them curl into fists. “You have a date?” he asked, like was speaking with glass in his throat.

You were a beautiful woman, one of the most stunningly effortlessly beautiful women he had ever seen. He wasn’t lying to himself when he told himself you were his sun because you lit up every room you walked into and made people pay attention without trying. Beyond your beauty, you had a heart of gold, giving and open. Men wanted to ruin and keep you, and he knew that because he was one of them.

“Yeah, I do,” you said.

He wasn’t quick enough to hide his scowl and your flinch let him know you spotted it. His heart sank into his stomach. So many feared him and for good reason, but he never wanted to make you flinch for any reason. “A date. You have a date,” he said as evenly as he could.

You dated here and there and so had he, but you never had anything serious. So why the bad feeling in his gut? Why did this feel like you were slipping through his fingers?

“Yeah. A friend set us up,” you said, his jaw clenching when you pulled your hand away to get your phone. He may have to have a chat with that friend. “I have a photo.”

Bucky’s expression darkened when you showed him. He was admittedly handsome, his confidence oozing from the photo. He had to tamper down the rising rage he felt inside of him because he wanted to wreck his face and tell him exactly why people called him the White Wolf- because he hunted and used a variety of tactics to take down his prey. What right did he have to do that though?

You were his in his heart, but not yet in name.

“What’s his name?” he asked curiously.

You told him without hesitation and he hummed, subtly messaging Steve so he could look into the prick. If there was dirt on him, he wanted it.

Your gaze flickered between him and your phone. “You know, he kind of looks like you if you squint.”

Bucky scoffed. He’d be damned if he was going to be usurped by a knock-off version of him. “I’m way better looking.”

You giggled and put your phone away, making him sigh in relief since he didn’t have to keep looking at the photo. “Very humble, Jamie.”

It was petty and he didn't care. “Bet he tries to rent out the restaurant thinking it'll impress you,” he muttered.

“I'm sorry, but didn't you rent out this diner?” 

“I bought the diner. There's a difference. And this isn't a date,” he said too casually. 

You sat up straight and he regretted saying that when you leveled him with a glare. “What about your fiancé? Would you buy a diner for her?”

Bucky had braced himself for the inevitable topic, but he still felt the blow in his gut and had to take a moment to keep his breathing under control. He didn’t like talking about his fiancé. Hell, he didn’t like his fiancé at all. She was a stuck-up spoiled princess, and she couldn’t stand him either. Hate fucking would never be a thing because she had another thing coming if she thought he was ever going to touch her. 

The arranged marriage was supposed to bring their families together and all it did was tear his heart apart. He got into the biggest fight with his dad when he was informed of the engagement and they still hadn’t recovered from it. Even his mom couldn't sway his dad. The poor woman was stuck between her husband and her son, but she defended Bucky when he delayed the wedding. There were only so many times he could postpone it.

“You know I don't like talking about her,” he said in a low voice.

He couldn't stand breathing the same air as her and hated saying her name. The very few times he made an appearance with her, he wanted to bash his head against the wall. He immediately went to see you after each outing to cool down. You took his mind off her, you always did. 

“I know you don't like talking about her, but…” You swallowed hard. “You're going to marry her.”

He flexed his fingers and exhaled. He would've broken the table if this conversation took place with anyone else, but not you. But over his dead fucking body was he marrying her. He was going to find a way out of this mess. He had to.

“I’d prefer if she just married the bodyguard she’s fucking and stayed out of my life,” he said completely devoid of emotion. 

Bucky wasn't an idiot and she hadn't tried to be discreet about the affair. It didn't bother him. She probably thought he was fucking you, but that hadn't happened.

Bucky thought about it. How could he not when he wanted you so badly? He imagined it so vividly— how soft your lips would feel against his, how you'd tremble under his touch, moan when you took every inch of him, cry his name when you came, beg for him to fill you up. He lost track of how many times he got off to the thought of you. It was enough to fill a lifetime of daydreams. 

He could tell you were trying to think of a response, something witty or to cheer him up, but there was pain all over your face. “I didn't mean to bring her up.”

He nodded. You weren't trying to upset him. You weren't cruel. “I know. It’s okay.”

Silence stretched between you after that, but he offered you a small smile and you reached back over to take his hand. He looked at your joined hands and all the previous anger faded away. You were the only one who could calm the beast inside. He didn't want to let you go. 

“I spoke to your dad,” you said.

His head snapped back to you. “You did? When?” he asked. 

And why?

His parents adored you, always had, and they weren't easy to impress. The fact that his dad liked you and you weren't from a powerful family spoke volumes. His mom wept after the fight he had with his dad and she admitted she would've loved to have you as a daughter-in-law. He wanted to make that happen. 

“A couple of days ago when you were in a meeting,” you said, looking at the tabletop. 

His brows pinched as he repeated the day’s events in his mind. “You mean when you were waiting for me?”

You had been at his family mansion when his meeting ended and he thought nothing of the surprise visit since you frequently surprised each other. He assumed you chatted with his mom or one of the staff while you waited, but not his dad. The man wasn't usually one for casual conversation. 

You nodded. “I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

“I don’t think I could ever be mad at you,” he said. You two argued now and then, like a couple would, but he’d never be angry at you. “But why did you talk to my dad? What did you talk about?”

And why didn't his dad or you tell him? 

You took a breath like you were steeling yourself. “I asked if you had to marry her because I didn’t think she was the right choice for you.” You still wouldn’t look him in the eye, so you didn’t see the stunned look on his face. “I also said that if you had to marry her that there was a chance that he’d lose you as a son. Or at least, he’d lose the son he knew and loved.”

Bucky’s jaw dropped. It took a lot to surprise him and your answer would’ve put him on his ass if he hadn’t already been sitting. Not many had the balls to question his dad on anything, but there you were defending him and his choices and future. He loved you, he had for some time, and knowing you walked into the lion’s den for him made him love you all the more.

“Are you mad?” Your voice shook and he saw tears shimmering in your eyes when you lifted your gaze.

“No. Fuck no,” he whispered, going around to the other side of the booth so he could pull you close. “Not mad at you. I could never be mad at you for sticking up for me.” Some of his bravest soldiers wouldn't have had the guts to do what you did. 

“I just know you don’t want to marry her, and I thought I was helping you,” you said, leaning into him and sniffling. “Your happiness means everything to me.”

“So does yours,” he said, rubbing your back. You were trembling. “What did he say to you?”

“He called me brave, and said the only way you could get out of it was if she betrayed the families in some way,” you replied. He was shocked all over again that his dad told you that. “And affairs don’t count. I asked.”

Bucky wouldn’t be surprised if his dad encouraged him to take a mistress since he knew he couldn’t stand his fiancé. The thought made him sick because he didn’t want a mistress- He wanted you. He wanted his ring on your finger and you by his side. 

“I’m not going to marry her,” he declared. He didn’t just say it for himself, he needed you to hear it, too, in case there was any chance he had a place in your heart.

“Okay,” you said.

A single word and Bucky’s heart slowly cracked. There was no anger or sarcasm in your tone, but there was no hope either. “Do you not believe me?” he asked. 

Thought he wouldn't blame you if you didn't. Hadn't he put his dad's wishes ahead of his own for some time? But if you didn’t have faith in him, what was he to do?

“I believe you can do anything, Jamie,” you said, pulling back to look at him. A single tear slid down your cheek. “I always have.”

He wiped the tear away with his thumb, wishing he could kiss you. “Don’t go on that date,” he whispered.

“Jamie-”

“I mean it, Solnyshko. Don’t go on that date,” he said more fiercely this time.

Bucky felt like a fucking asshole. He had no right to ask that of you. He should let you live your life and give this guy a try, but he couldn’t. 

“Why not?” you asked, looking into his eyes and daring him to open his heart. “Why shouldn't I go on that date?”

Bucky raked a hand through his hair. Your parents were probably thrilled about your date if you told them since they didn't want you to be alone. And the words were there and ready, but he couldn’t tell you until he took care of breaking things off. It was the fair thing for both of you. 

“I just need you to trust me. Please,” he begged. 

You couldn’t hide your disappointment when your eyes searched his, but you nodded. “I’ll consider it,” you said.

He closed his eyes and reminded himself that you didn't owe him anything and that included your feelings. If all you wanted was his friendship he had to accept and respect that. But if there was a chance, he had to cling to that hope. 

“I’ll convince you,” he said, urging you to rest your head on his shoulder. “Somehow.”

And if he couldn’t, he’d have no problem crashing your date.

So, what do we think? Is that date happening or not? And who is he? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist �� Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[adoredvi]

So, when I die, which I must do. Could it shine down here with you?

BUILDERMAN x FEM!READER

Vi notes: first time using codes kinda scared...this is short lols also added the headcanon of John Doe being builderman's son(I think this is TRUD's lore I'm pretty sure) and to clarify Jane has a different parent🙅

Builderman never really see himself falling in love with someone at first sight. He is a man of class, someone who values his reputation, someone who takes his job seriously and without a fail, he is someone who'll never let anyone fall behind. He's just naturally hardworking and kind to those in need, the leader a community needs.

So when he fell for you, it was a surprise to everyone. Sure it's only natural for the highest and strongest admin to fall for the pit of romance, but what they noticed is how soft he becomes around you, how his smiles get softer, more gentler, his eyes lighting up, his touch becoming more gentler despite his tough and rough hands that showed years of hardworks.

Builderman never raised a hand on you, never raised his voice. Only speaking with that same gentleness and understanding tone he always carries around you, he never would dare to hurt you, he doesn't know what he'll do if he did. You're far too precious to him, you're his treasure, the shore to his raging waves, the earth to his moon. He loves you far too much.

So when you disappeared without any warning, or any sign? He felt his world collapse like a building falling after getting demolished. He felt his world slowly crumbling to pieces as he seeks for your presence that is nowhere to be seen or heard.

Close friends, the ones close to him is shocked, surprised, and fearful even. They had never seen this positive and serious man rage and crumble Infront of them in search of his wife.

He searched and searched for months that had turned into years but there was no sign of you, nothing. Throughout those years his son, his only hope, his only reminder of you vanished too, gone like the wind.

That, official made his world that he tried to keep together collapse. No matter how much Brighteyes, shedletsky, or even dusekkar tried to console him, he didn't budge. The man became dull as each days passed by. The lights that once lit up in his eyes, gone, his hair longer than before, dark bags under his eyes becoming more prominent. It was clear that he is starting to neglect himself, but not his work. He still tried to give all his best despite the grieving for the loss of his wife and only son.

It was unbelievable how a loss of a love ones can change a person, he didn't even believe it himself too, but here he is, tired, exhausted, and grieving.

He just wish he'll see you, again, with John. He hopes that both of you are alright and are doing well.

Only if he had known what you're going through for the past months, if only he had known that you have to suffer trying to survive what once left of your son, overcoming death over and over again. If only he were here, he'd known what to do, he'd known how to comfort you. But he isn't. Perhaps that's for the better for now.

So everytime Builderman looks at the moon, he imagines that you are doing the same, he hopes that you are thinking of him too, missing him. He just wished he's there for you when you needed it.

Vi notes: part two...or not🤔🤔

[yuzukatanki]

Dad Sylus (Baby Years) || SFW long ramble

I like to think Sylus becomes ridiculously soft once he has a kid. Honestly, I'll admit this time that I might be making him a lil ooc for these dad!Sy headcanons, but I adore the idea of Sylus becoming softer as you both finally get your "happy life", and his walls come down, especially for his kids. Cus he wants you two to be like the parents he wanted, he wants to build a life with you that's love filled.

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Sylus, as a dad, is the softest thing ever. I'm talking no spine, you are scolding one of the most powerful men in the N109 Zone because he's giving your kid their second cookie, even though you said only one. And fuck his status/reputation, his kid wants to do his makeup or paint his nails? How does he look? His phone is full of pictures, really bad ones, honestly, because he takes so many. Blurry shots of your baby sleeping, most too close or from bad angles. Honestly, his protective instincts seem to fucking flare up now, too. Only you and he can hold the baby, sorry Luke and Kieran. As cringeworthy as it is, I can see Sylus as the "Kdrama rich mom" who threatens any partner your kid brings home with a ridiculous amount of money, too. lol.

And I mean it when I say he's a softie. Holding the baby for the first time? Tears are dripping down his face as he silently, and oh so tenderly, holds his new little one. You might even see him shaking a little, because his mind is just filled with thoughts about whether it's safe for him to hold such an innocent little thing with his "dirty" hands. He's panicking a little, for once in his life (well, not exactly if you know the lore but still!!!).

You... You had a baby with him?? And this tiny little thing was that? Oh god, it's so small. Is he controlling his strength properly? Is this how they're supposed to be held? He glances towards you, then the baby, and back to you, and you have to tiredly groan (Giving birth is not easy, okay!) and chide him. "It's fine, it's your kid. I'm more worried about others' safety once we have something with your genes running around," you mutter, closing your eyes for some much-needed rest.

And Sylus feels a little awe... You're just gonna close your eyes and trust this little thing completely to him? Of course, you did have a baby with him, but you really do trust him that much? Finally, it's like all the pieces he's been desperately searching for are falling into place. And if you weren't so dead tired, you might've pondered over how the old you would've never expected Sylus to look so afraid, or even cry, holding a baby. But then again, the old you didn't think they'd have a baby with their supposed "enemy", so all bets are off now, I guess.

And God, the first time his baby talks? He's done. Even if it's just babbling, the moment Sylus hears it? His head snaps over to where your baby is babbling, lying down on a playmat. "What... What did it say?" Sylus asks you, his eyes wide and you have to just really stare at him. "Um... I don't know? Something like "abababawababa"?" You say, trying to be funny. Sylus, however, is still transfixed on the baby, scooching over so he can hover over them, waiting for them to speak again. Honestly, you wonder if he's going to reach out and poke it, all while saying something like "Do that again."

And well, heavens help you when the baby says actual words. Sylus's little baby reaching out with a "Dada"? He's done. The terrifying leader of Onychinus is gone. He's shocked into silence before he swoops down to grab the little thing, peppering kisses on that chubby face. And before you know it, he's in front of you, holding your baby out towards you with a goofy grin and a "Say it again. Tell Mommy who I am." And by God, will he hold your baby up until they say it again, What's the use of all that boxing if not to build strength for this moment? He won't get tired for hours if need be, holding the baby up, even at Luke and Kieran, because everyone has to hear this.

And in my opinion? Sylus would go all soft when the baby says "Mama", too. The first time the baby says it? He's scooping you up in his arms, pointing at you with a "That's right. That's your Mama." And Sylus holds the baby every day, pointing at you and going "Do you remember who that is? Can you say it? Who is that?". And if you're not home? He'll pull up pictures of you to point at instead. It makes you laugh about how he seems more excited about it than you are.

I like to think Sylus would want to feed the baby. Not minding how gross it gets with spit up/drool/that weird way babies eat (especially baby food), where they just get it everywhere somehow. A visual of Sylus trying to feed a baby and doing a really forced "Here, come on, open up for the choochoo train?/"Here comes the airplane!" and groaning when it doesn't work? Hilariously cute.

And holy shit, does this man spend money. He wants to spoil you all the time, so your baby? You have to exasperatedly sigh and tell him to stop buying so many damn clothes, babies outgrow them in like a month! And for Gods sake, what could you possibly need 3 strollers for? And NO Sylus, you don't need this ridiculous baby gadget sold on a weird website you've never heard of that started from a scammy kickstarter type thing, but thank you for the thought darling. But you have to admit, the clothes Sylus picks out are adorable. And you do enjoy that he loves dressing up the baby himself. You like seeing Sylus's large hands so delicately try to pull the baby's leg through the tiny pants and groan when they kick his hand away/or kick their pants off. But he never gets angry with either that or struggling with itty bitty buttons, and it makes you soft. In fact, Sylus would be a sweetheart who does even the gross stuff, like changing diapers or cleaning up all the other gross things babies do way too often. He's an involved dad, that's for sure.

Sylus is a bit bad at calming his anxiety, though. He's the type to take the baby night shift, perfect for his sleep schedule. And the entire time, a part of him never fully relaxes. Even when the baby sleeps so peacefully, Sylus will put his hand on the baby's small body to feel that heartbeat and the little chest rising up and down with each small breath. Sometimes when you're awake and he's supposed to be asleep, you see him standing next to the crib, even though, shocker, your baby's crib is in your room. He could at least lie down. But he's the type to just "stand guard". It takes a lot of convincing, and finally, you insist that there's just no way Sylus would sleep through your baby's cries since they're literally right there, that he goes to bed. You think Sylus would never sleep if the baby were in their own room, so this is a good compromise, I guess?

Talking of sleeping, ummm, imagine Sylus sprawled on the couch with your tiny baby on his chest. Yeah. You're welcome. I'll end with that amazing visual.

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My masterlist~!

A/N: So originally, this was part of the baby fever series, where Sylus has to help Reader babysit somehow. And I gave up precisely cus I realized I couldn't think of how the hell that would work, unless I made up a friend or smth that has a kid? But like, then it got too "Sylus is dad mode" over "I want a baby so fucking bad" mode. So here it is, I changed some stuff up. It's kinda rambly, for the same reasons I said in the Caleb Baby fever fic. Moving to another country this summer, sigh, so much to do.

[date-em-all]

Hi hi your Eddie drabble is spinning circles around my brain. I feel like I just gained sentience after reading it oh my goodness.

I used a guide for their route— but I definitely would’ve locked myself out of the romance ending because I’m very passive and would not have pushed to help LMFAOOO

you do NAWT have two tell my twice to gtfo Eddie I promise🙏. Moment he glares at me im like wilting on the spot, and I’d be like shucks man sorry to bother you 😭

Anywaus I love love love you’re writing and can’t wait to see what else you end up writing!!! 🫶

WAA I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it and look forward to more of my stuff :D! I'm going to be honest I also used a guide 😭 I went through the first interaction with Eddie and I was like....... okay goodbye never see you again i guess GAHAHAHA i'm noooot a pushy person at all so i would also just Never talk to him again LOL

That's why I enjoy the idea of sticking around Eddie a while (through something like cleaning) with little conversation, and you just kind of grow on him after a while. You're actually putting in effort around here, seemingly without ulterior motives, and your presence isn't grating on him like it is with many others. The fact that he's able to forget you're there in the first place, until you knock into something or water sloshes over the rim of your bucket of water, is a good thing, really.

Eventually, he can't help but look forward to your quiet company, and even the way you hum or mumble to yourself as you work becomes endearing.

But you're nervous around him, he can tell. You're walking on eggshells around him, trying to keep your distance and your head down. He knows you're kind of a nervous mess to begin with- Eddie has been in this house even longer than you, after all, and has picked up on tidbits about you that you'd never explicitly said out loud. This doesn't change the fact that the current situation is pretty much his fault. He was being a dick to you, the first time you spoke.

(The whole situation twists at a sore spot inside of him, at the whole reason his relationship with Volt is complicated to begin with. Because, of course, his 'other half' has no issues talking to you; and why should he? He's everything that Eddie had thought other people would want; charismatic in an effortless way, smiling easily and capable of sweeping just about anyone off their feet. It had been what he had wanted, in his own loneliness. But it's still a little embittering, sometimes, to see a part of himself, everything that Eddie fails to be, be the one people only ever want to see.)

It's up to him to fix it, this time. He knows that, and he'll try, despite the discomfort twisting in his gut. Eddie speaks to you, the dialogue rehearsed in his mind, the next time you wander near the bar, to empty out your bucket or wash the rag.

"We didn't... Exactly got off on the right foot," he says, tapping his finger on the top of the bar in a rapid rhythm. "Do you just want to start over?"

You blink owlishly at him before you give him a small, hesitant smile. "Uh, yeah. I'd like that. I... I just figured you didn't like me very much, so... Y'know. I thought I'd just let you do your thing."

"I don't hate you," Eddie says. "...You would've noticed if I had."

A loud snort leaves you, surprising even yourself, guessing by the hand you slap over your mouth. The smile is still audible in your voice when you speak.

"Mhm, okay. Sorry for misunderstanding the fact that you've been ignoring me for a week, then." There's a kind of relieved giddiness about you. You lower your hand and send him a smile that has his heart thud.

"I'm glad you don't actually hate me."

[annmaximoff18]

Ace never felt jealous. He trusted you completely and knew you loved him madly, but now that he saw you laughing out loud, he felt jealous, and worse, jealous of Sabo, his brother.

Ace introduced you to his brothers, Luffy and Sabo. The three of you got along. Luffy shouted that you were fun and happy. Sabo, on the other hand, said you were smart and kind.

They both approved of you, but not before threatening you if you did anything to their brother, they would come after you.

You assured them that you would never do anything to Ace.

Now here you were, at a barbecue that Luffy's crew had invited you to.

You were talking with Sabo.

You had a lot in common and hit it off right away. You laughed out loud at an anecdote Sabo was telling you. Ace looked at you jealously.

He was glad you got along with his brothers, but seeing you so close to Sabo made him nervous

Ace knew that in your last three relationships, they all had one thing in common: they had the same hair color, blond, just like his brother Sabo.

Aside from the fact that he was smart, funny, and only a few inches taller than him, you already made him nervous.

Plus, the way his brother spoke and dressed... No, shut up, Ace. He's not going to leave you for Sabo, is he?

He saw you take Sabo's arm and laugh even louder. Sabo looked at you happily and continued saying more things to make you laugh even more, making you lean against him.

Your cheeks were red and your eyes were full of tears. Sabo's cheeks were red too.

Ace approached the two of you and looked at you.

"Are you all right?" Ace asked, worried. You turned and saw Ace, and when he saw you, you started laughing. Ace frowned, confused.

Sabo and you started talking, or rather, trying to talk, since the laughter wouldn't stop.

"Are those two okay?" Koala asked, approaching the three of you, worried because her blond friend was red from laughing so much. Ace looked at you and you were just as red.

"I don't know, that's how they were when I arrived," Ace confessed, confused. Sabo and you looked at the girl and started laughing even harder.

You both fell to the ground laughing like crazy, causing several people to turn around and look at you in surprise, except for Luffy, who seemed happy.

When you calmed down from laughing, Sabo helped you up, and you looked at Koala, who had a worried face, and Ace, who was looking at his brother, annoyed that the blond had grabbed your hand.

"We're fine. It's just..." Sabo said.

"Shut up, you're going to make me laugh again." You interrupted him by gently hitting Sabo, who smiled and pulled you to his side. Ace, seeing this, got even angrier.

"Come on," he said furiously, suddenly pulling you away from his brother. He frowned and was about to speak, but Koala stopped him.

"He's jealous, leave him," her friend said, glaring at the blond.

"But why?" Sabo asked, confused. Why would Ace be jealous?

"Why are you laughing with his girlfriend, idiot" Koala explained obviously, and Sabo's eyes shot open.

"But we were talking about Ace. I told him about that time Ace fell out of a tree and blamed Luffy for seeing him and me for not catching him," Sabo said, confused. And yes, Sabo told you stories about him and his brothers, about how Dadan scolded them for their mischief.

Also, as a brother, he told you embarrassing things about Ace, which made you laugh.

Even though you didn't want to laugh at your boyfriend, you couldn't stand the stories Sabo told you, causing both of you to burst out laughing.

When Sabo turned to look at you, Ace had his arms crossed and his cheeks puffed out. You, on the other hand, smiled and patted him on the cheek. Ace sighed, hugged you, and kissed you.

"That girl is crazy about my brother, and I would never do anything to separate you two," Sabo confessed, looking at you. Seeing how much you loved his brother, Sabo smiled happily.

"I'm glad Ace found someone who loves him."

"Yeah, you two make a cute couple," Koala said, looking at you tenderly. Sabo smiled.

He was about to speak when he saw his brother fall on top of you. You hugged him, but you couldn't hold it in for long until Sabo and Luffy arrived and carried him to a corner to rest.

They left you with him, and the two of you went back to eating. Sabo approached Koala and smiled.

"I'm glad Ace is with her. Not many people accept someone with narcolepsy, but she accepts him like this."

"It must be hard," Koala said. You and Ace remained in the shadows. You held your boyfriend's head in your lap, stroking his hair tenderly.

"He is, but she accepts him and loves him, and that's enough for Luffy and me," Sabo explained with a smile. Koala smiled at her friend's words.

[sluttyenthusiast]

More on my childhood best friends to college with Chance and Parker 😄

You and Parker were upset that Chance was going to a different college, but still happy for him

You joked (totally) that you'd miss seeing the "handsome hunk" everyday and Parker agreed

You and Parker became closer than ever, but what else would you expect when going to the same college as your best friend

You both had a copy of each other's dorm room key but Parker had steered you clear of his because the last time you came over his dorm mates stared at you like a lamb in a pen of wolves

Parker came over to your dorm quite often, and you were lucky enough to have a room to yourself (your roommate had dropped) so Parker often spent the nights there

Parker's favorite activity was when there was a party you were invited too, of course you were invited you're beautiful and kind, and you always extended the invitation to Parker, telling him he was you "bodyguard"

He didn't like the party per say but rather the "pre gaming" which involved you changing outfits at least twice and Parker telling you that you look hot in whatever, you would then play music as you pulled some cheap alcohol from your mini fridge to share with him

Once you were at the party tho, Parker was already pulling a joint from his front pocket (I just know he smokes weed) not caring about lighting up in some shitty frat house

So many people would swarm you, excited to see you there but you never left Parker's side, and the smile never left his face

One night, on the way back to your dorm, Parker was a little high, but still grasping what's going on around him as you began talking

"I don't get how you're still single"

He paused in his tracks, dropping his arms from his shoulder, furrowing a brow

"I mean, you're attractive and smart and so nerdy it's hot, I would fu-" Your hand instantly covers your mouth and he begins to laugh

"No, what was that you were saying" A smile graced his lips as he teased you, you scoffed, grabbing his hand to take him back to the dorm

"I didn't say anything, you're high and imagining this whole thing"

He pulled you into his side as you walked

"So what is it, is your type nerdy hot men" He laughs, watching as you stumble to answer

Oh my god.

"You wanna fuck me." He laughed again as you rolled your eyes

"Don't get so cocky"

"So if i'm your type, then i'm gonna assume our Chancey boy is too" he nudged your shoulder with a wink

"Shut up, Parker"

"You totally wanna fuck us, you want an Parker and Chance sandwich" He made a kissy face at you as you opened the door to the dorm building

"I can't speak for Chance (he can though) but I wanna fuck you"

It took everything in you to not tear his clothes off in the elevator

Your steps becoming rapid as you try to quickly approach your door, Parker hot on your tail

Once you were in the safety of your dorm you were on him in an instant, pushing him back onto your bed, your lips on any exposed skin you could find

He pulled your face into his, teeth clashing as he kissed you, spit rolling down your chin

Clothes were off in an instant as you straddled him, riding him feverishly until you both were blubbering messes

That became your new normal, if you could call it that, and that is what Chance walked in on that day he planned to visit

Neither of you were ashamed, he didn't know where to look

He felt his dick twitch in his pants as you continued riding Parker, both unashamedly naked

Your eyes lit up as you saw him

"Chance!"

Your motions had stopped, but still not departing from Parker

Parker sat up at that, holding you close to him

"Hey bud!"

Fuck, he was gonna cum, how could you act like this was normal

Parker had let go of you as you climbed off your bed, throwing on a shirt and shorts as quickly as you could so you could hug him

Chance was hoping you'd forget and press your naked body to his

"Sorry about that" Parker pulled his boxers up, patting his shoulder as he nudged him

"Things have changed a bit" You had gleamed up at him

You could say that

Parker pulled you both into a hug as he laughed

"Just hot casual sex" Parker had winked at him

Chance was so out of the loop

"I'm so glad you're here we've missed our best friend" He was trying not to cum while looking at your perfect post sex face and hair

You had hugged him again and Parker wiggled his eyebrows at Chance, making eye contact with his boner as it pressed against your thigh

"I-it's good to see yall," his voice was raspier than he meant it to be

"You two catch up, i'm gonna go shower off" You smiled at them both as you grabbed a towel, closing the door behind you

Neither of them moved until the heard the shower turn on

Chance had so many questions

"How did this happen?" "What is this?" "Are you two still friends?"

Parker laughed sitting on your desk

"She said she had a type for hot nerdy guys" He wiggled his eyebrows at Chance again

Oh. Oh.

"Like she said, just hot casual sex, and yes we're still best buds, y'all are my only friends"

Chance got quiet as Parker sat back

"You know she said she'd fuck you"

Chance whipped his head to Parker, a blush covering his cheeks

"What?!" Fuck, he was gonna burst

He ran a hand through his hair as Parker laughed at him

"She told me once she wants both of us at once, but that's up to you"

The pair got quiet as they heard the water turn of, Chance sat in your desk chair, pulling one of your throw pillows on his lap as Parker teased him

You entered the room in just a towel, staring at the pair with a smile

"Miss me?" You blew a kiss as obnoxiously as you could

"When don't we babe,"

You furrowed your brow at Chance, eyes glancing at the pillow in his lap as he forcibly laughed at what Parker said

"Chance, do you want this too?"

You looked at him with sincerity in your eyes

"If we're making you uncomfortable we can stop,"

"No, fuck no, I want this, I want you, both" His words stumbled from his mouth as you and Parker smirked at him

The rest of that night, week even, was a mess of sweaty bodies and tongues

[batfam1]

Time travel would be almost every single batfamily member's worst nightmare, IMO.

The waking up as your younger self kind.

Bruce: may save his parents if sent back enough, but he'd be in crisis after that. He's too used to being batman and parental love is unfamiliar to him. Also while he can adopt everyone, damian will not be born unless he is batman and trains at the LoA. Which is... how is he going to explain doing a probably dangerous world tour to his parents? Also how would he be able to keep batman secret from them...?

Dick: he couldn't have prevented his parents deaths even if he went far back enough. Nobody would have taken a child seriously. And then what? He could stay with bruce longer, but the teen titans? What happens to them if he's not there to found the group? What if his interference isn't enough to save jason? What if Jason's death is needed for tim to join the family and for Talia to send over damian?

Barbara: honestly idk. I don't know much about her. But joker targeting her father, paralyzing her, then her brother, then Jason dying, we'll, definitely not easy for her either.

Jason: he could end up not stealing Bruce's tires. But he probably would. He's on the streets and desperate enough to steal tires. I don't think he's staying on the streets. But he makes sure to not fall into joker's trap. Maybe he decides to not be robin. Takes up his own vigilante name. But I think the resentment post death Jason had would be bad for overall relationships. I'm not sure what else to write here because I'm not that good with Jason.

Tim: would try to prevent Jason's death, his parent's deaths and many other things, actually the only one I could see somewhat being fine with time travel thing

Damian: might end back up on the LoA any younger than 10, not a fun time. Even is it's at 10, he needs to attempt to gain trust all over again.

Steph: ending up with cluemaster if she's too young. Not good. Then black mask. She could probably avoid it, I haven't read that comic and I don't know what happens there except that her death is faked in some convoluted way to test tim.

Cass: again, ending up with David cain. Having to relearn speaking and sign language. Not well versed with her timeline

Duke:not familiar enough with his character

In general : a lot of denial, stress over fucking the timeline up and making life worse for the others compared to the prev timeline, guilt over seeing them be happy in the new timeline because "was it my fault last time that they were unhappy" and stuff, general trust issues and can't being themselves to tell the other people that they're from the future. People you've known from your perspective reverting back to strangers and your relationship with them will be forever different due to the fact that they will never know you as anything other than what you are currently. Stress over mind reading. What if the info falls into someone else' hands. Like a villan. There's just a lot of stuff.

[beef-brisket]

Adam cringed: Good God, no. Nah, thanks to your powers I healed pretty much right away... which uh- definitely didn't happen last time-.

Charlie: His TAINT tore, dad!.

Lucifer paled and looked up at Adam with wide eyes: I- Addie. Is that true?!

Adam laughed: N-No! Fuck, no- I was fucking with ya, kid! Holy shit- you actually believed me, that's amazing.

The king smiled softly when Charlie started telling Adam off, but the first man only laughed and placed a hand on her head, keeping her away from him. Lucifer looked down and ran his thumb over his daughter's chubby cheek. She was perfect. Beautiful.

But, that only hurt Lucifer, knowing he missed another birth. He felt like he let Adam down.

-

Adam: You okay, babe?

Lucifer sighed and looked over at Adam who was leaning on the bath. Their daughter was strapped into a little bed in the corner, fast asleep as her father turned in the bath like a dying fish.

Lucifer: No... I'm not okay.

Adam: Yeah... once you're out, we'll work out this star thing, yeah? I want to give it back, as soon as possible, yeah?

Lucifer: ...That? Is that what you think I'm not okay about?

Adam: Uh... yeah?

Lucifer glared at the water: I missed her birth. Like I missed Abel's- why... why didn't you...?

Adam looked at Lucifer before sitting back: I... didn't want to-.

Lucifer: "Wake me". Yeah, I know... but, fuck, Ad. I'm getting better- I could sleep any time- I'm... I'm never going to see her be born again. I missed Abel- and now... I missed her... It's not fair that I was there for Lilith, but not you.

Adam: Neither of those times were your fault-.

Lucifer: No, it was yours! Why didn't you wake me?! Why?!

The king felt instantly bad when Avery started crying. Without a glance, Adam gently picked her up and pressed her against his chest before sitting back down again.

Lucifer: I- s-sorry, Adam...

Adam: It's okay, she falls asleep pretty quickly-.

Lucifer: No, I mean- I'm sorry for yelling at you...

Adam shrugged: You have ever reson to be mad... but uh... if it helps... you could always be there for the mext birth~.

Lucifer blushed: A-Adam. Don't speak like that in front of her!

Adam chuckled: Sorry, babe... but yeah, as soon as you get your star back... really give it to me, yeah~?

Lucifer blushed even harder: A-Adam!

Hell's Missing the Devil

@beef-brisket

Lucifer wasn't sure if he had heard Sera correctly but the serious tone and look on her face told him that yes she was in fact serious.

Lucifer: I'm sorry.... What?

Sera sighed, she sounded annoyed: We will put an end to the Exterminations and in exchange you will be up in Heaven as a prisoner.

That..... Didn't sound ideal.

But neither were the Exterminations.

He didn't understand, wasn't the whole point of him falling so that he would never see Heaven again? Didn't that defeat the purpose?

Unless...... There was more to it.

Sera: Think about it. Come back here tomorrow when you've made your choice. Make the right choice for once.

He scowled when she left. What a bitch.

Lucifer did think about it and that's when it dawned on him.

With Lilith gone and now Lucifer, Charlie would have to step up and rule Hell. Which meant that she wouldn't have time to run her hotel.

It was underhanded and sneaky..... It was so Heaven.

But by doing this....... He would be saving his daughter too. He didn't trust them not to go after her one day.

Charlie: Dad you can't.

Lucifer: Sweetie, I..... I know this isn't ideal but it's for a greater good.

Charlie teared up: What am I supposed to do without you!?

It was different when he was just holed up in the manor, at least she knew he was safe at home.

But in Heaven? Lucifer was considered a traitor. Who knows what they would do to him.

Lucifer hugged his baby girl tight: Y-you'll be okay...... I love you.

Charlie: ...... I love you too.

She didn't want to let him go. There had to be a way to bring him home.

The next day, Lucifer went to the embassy where Sera was waiting.

Sera: So?

Lucifer sighed, this felt like a mistake but he didn't know what else to do to keep Charlie and their people safe.

Lucifer: Alright.......

Sera: Good.

She snapped her fingers and a pair of silver bracelets appeared on his wrists and Lucifer suddenly felt very drained. They must be blocking his powers.

With another snap, handcuffs with a chain appeared as well, Lucifer walked with his head down through the portal with Sera.

He would have laughed when he heard Peter freaking out. But any amusement left him when Sera said who he would be staying with.

Sera: You'll be under Adam's watch.

It felt ironic in a way.

Lucifer felt like he had been handed a death sentence as Sera handed his chain over to the first man.

[farenmaddox]

my next Destiel hot take be upon ye

I often see the following idea presented, with only slight changes to wording: "Dean wants Cas to choose to stay (choose Dean) vs. Cas just wants to be asked to stay (to be chosen by Dean), but neither of them can say that and therefore it is the inherent tragedy of their love."

I could be wrong, but I think a lot of this interpretation stems from this part of the script in 15x09, "The Trap."

DEAN: I know you're sorry, Cas. About Bel, about Mom. CAS: I was talking about Jack. I already apologized to you. You just refused to hear it. DEAN: Sorry I brought it up. Maybe if you didn't just up and leave us. CAS: You didn't give me a choice. You couldn't forgive me. And you couldn't move on. You were too angry. I left, but you didn't stop me.

I think this actually speaks to the fact that Dean usually does try to stop Cas from leaving, and that he didn't is what was different this time. Because Dean always seeks a way to forgive Cas, even if it means compromising his own worldview ("Dude, if anybody else – I mean anybody – pulled that kind of crap, I would stab them in their neck on principle.") Dean does, regularly and repeatedly, try to bring Cas in from the cold. He does, regularly and repeatedly, tell Cas what he means to him.

I need you, I'm glad you're here, I'd rather have you, check your messages, I'm not leaving without you, why didn't you wait for me, you've got one job to do and that's to heal, you're the best friend we've ever had, never do that again, let's go home. Etc.

Cas is not waiting to be asked to stay; HE HAS BEEN ASKED. It's in this specific and particular instance that Dean doesn't ask. And that's the problem. It implies that Dean has finally had enough of the way Cas doesn't treat Dean as a partner the way that Dean treats Cas as one. Cas has regularly shown a tendency to go away and try to take care of their big problems alone, without communicating, and come back with proof that he's more than the mistakes he's made-- not for Dean, but for himself. Dean's aware that Cas has this issue! He acknowledges it especially in s12 - "And he's so desperate for a win right now, he can't even see straight." Dean is usually very sympathetic to it even though it drives him absolutely crazy.

Mary's death is not at all Cas's fault, of course. But the fact that Cas ditched them and went to seek help from God and the angels again when he didn't know what to do about Jack -- instead of talking to Dean about it -- is the part that I think pushed Dean over the edge. The fixed point in their relationship - that Dean will always forgive Cas when he runs off to try to save the day - turns out to not be as fixed as either of them thought it was. And to really twist the knife, Dean questions whether his feelings for Cas are even real. I don't think Dean actually believes Chuck has forced him to have feelings for Cas (familial or otherwise), but it reminds me of the way Dean says Jack isn't family in "Unity" - he doesn't truly believe that, but he has to find a way to emotionally justify making an impossible choice between which members of his family he loves more. Cutting out Cas, cutting out Jack, because he is actually literally at his mental and emotional breaking point and there has to be a justification to get Dean through it.

I think the inherent tragedy is a lot more in the fact that Dean wants Cas to stay and Cas just can't do that. You can't remove the noble knight from his natural habitat of questing; he'll waste away. They have incompatible self-esteem issues. Dean needs to feel more important than the mission in order to believe he's loved, and Cas needs to complete missions to prove himself worthy of love. They're fucking idiots, your honor.