#before anyone asks i will never share them the privacy is what's fun to me. but i think this is a joyful practice like I recommend 10/10

[foursaints]

saints!!! i just spent the better part of an hour trying to consume every available piece of content on your rosekiller!! i have never had such adoration for two fictional psychos. would you by any chance have any fic recs, or other times of media i can similarly engage with because i’m just obsessed with everything to do with foursaints!barty and foursaints!evan. THE PARASITES IN ME NEED IT

anon!!! ♡♡ this is so kind of you... I'm glad you are feeling the life-ruining obsession as well. people ask me for rosekiller fic recs a lot and i never know what to say.... you just have to start Hallucinating about them i think. genuinely

[sinsirellaxx]

Can you do toxic boys reacting to you showing up at their dorm crying? I’m in love with your writing ugh

Slytherin Boys – What they’d be like if you show up at their dorm crying

Warning: There are no warnings for this one I think. The boys are quite tame and fluffy-ish here

A/N: Thank you so much!! ❤️ Glad you like it and I hope you'll enjoy this one too! I know there is a huge misbalance in terms of length for each characters but I just couldn't help myself with some of them. I initially wanted to keep all of them short.

Have fun reading!

Mattheo …

… who would silently pull you into his room and right into his arms, letting you sob into his chest. He’d carefully stroke your hair and press soft kisses onto your forehead, letting his lips linger on your skin. Mattheo who’d slowly pull you towards his bed, removing your shoes and tucking you both in. Mattheo would close the curtains to his bed to give you more privacy in case anyone else walked into the shared dorm. He’d not ask any questions for the time being as he didn’t want to further upset you with nosy questions. After you had calmed down a bit, he lifted your head from his chest to be able to look into your eyes before he carefully spoke. “What happened, love?”

Theodore …

… wasn’t in his room when you knocked on his door. If you hadn’t felt as threatened and anxious you would have never entered his room without him, but you did. Upon entering his room, you sighed out in relief and immediately closed his door. Walking up to his bed you took off your shoes and your tie before lying down on and pressing your nose into his pillow, taking in a deep breath. As his smell surrounded your senses you could feel your muscles relax. Your eye lids fell close as you slowly nodded off.

Theodore walked into his dark room with a sigh. He was worried because you hadn’t replied to any of his messages or calls. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed the drawn curtains of his bed. When he noticed your shoes on the floor a small smile appeared on his face. Found you.

Opening the curtain slightly he slipped into bed with you, spooning you from behind. Pressing his nose into your hair he breathed in your smell – oh how he loved you.

The sudden movement seemed to have woken you up as you slowly turned in his arms, eyes puffy from all the crying. Just like a small child does when it sees its mother your eyes started tearing up when you looked into his beautiful eyes.

Wrapping your arms around him tightly you hid your face in his chest, crying softly.

Theodore, slightly confused, tightened his grip on you. “What’s wrong, cara mia? What happened?”

Lorenzo …

… would be instantly angry. Why were you crying? Who made you cry? He’d have so many questions swirling around in his head, but he wouldn’t dare ask – not until you hadn’t stopped crying. His current priority was you. He hugged you close to his body and whispered how much he loved you and that you were safe. He felt you relax after a while, your sobs just mere sniffs now. He carefully lifted your head with a finger under your chin and placed soft kisses onto your puffy eyelids, nose and finally your lips.

“What’s wrong, love. What happened?” He asked softly, his hand on your chin moving to cup your cheek. He listened to you closely as you told him that you had found threatening notes in your belongings the past few days and that they were getting worse. Threatening you to stay away from Lorenzo Berkshire.

“Don’t worry love, they can’t hurt you. I’m here – you’re safe with me.”

Lorenzo was seething – how dare they threaten you and try to destroy the relationship that he has carefully built. However, a small voice in his head told him, that this might be another chance – an opportunity to pull you closer into his web. You’d depend more and more on him now, that you were scared for your life. And he didn’t even have to move a single finger.

Draco …

… threatens to tell his father about it. He was shocked to hear that Cormac McLaggen has been bullying and spreading nasty rumors about you for rejecting him. Draco would make it his mission to ruin his life and he’d succeed. That he was sure of.

Your boyfriend would spend the next few days pampering you: going on dates, buying you flowers and things you might like – anything to cheer the love of his life up. What you would have to deal with, however, was that he got even more protective of you: he’d want to be around you all the time – which you didn’t mind as you felt safer around him.  

Blaise …

… immediately picked you up and placed you on his bed. He’d help you change into comfier clothes, pressing occasional kisses onto your skin as he listened to your rant. You had failed your exam even though you had spent so much time in the library, studying for that damn thing. “It’s fine, love. We can study together next time, how’s that sound?” He offered as another sob escaped your trembling lips. He pressed a kiss onto your red nose – he couldn’t help but find you endearing, with your teary eyes, your red nose and your trembling cheeks – he just wanted to eat you up. You nodded at him with wide eyes as you threw your arms around him, crying into his crook of his neck. Blaise gently patted your back, a small smile on his lips.

Tom …

… would be mad. Mad that you were crying. And mad at whoever made you cry. He always felt awkward whenever you cried because he did not know what to do to console you. He knew however, that you liked physical contact, so he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his long arms around you tightly. He didn’t need to ask any questions – you were already so vulnerable and distract that he could freely see into your mind to find out who or what made you cry. You wouldn’t even notice. And after you had fallen asleep, he’d sneak out and take care of the matter himself.

[kelstey]

i waited

theodore nott x reader

warnings : none

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

theo kissed your forehead, both you bodies sticky and sweaty from the moments prior. you smiled to yourself as his muscular arms made their way around you.

"i don't think i'll ever get over how beautiful you are," theo ran his fingers through yourhair.

"thank you, theo," you turned your head and kissed his lips.

your happiness was quickly replaced by a sudden wave of what felt like guilt and shame.

the two of you had always been close, sharing kisses, looks, even touching when no oneelse would be looking. that part killed you.

no one knew. not even pansy and luna. given, luna may not be accepted by a large majority of slytherins but you couldn't help but love her, she was amazing and understood you in a way no one else did.

that's how private the two of you had decided- well improvised on. you wanted to show him off. you wanted to kiss him before class, hold hands when sat next to each other, dance in front of everyone, everything.

but he didn't want that. he liked the privacy. but you were never sure if that was really a cover for simply using you.

but you let him.

"i should get going, i'm going out with luna to the three broomsticks," you moved out of theo's arms and started picking up the clothes that were discarded all over the room after theo ripped them off of you.

"tell her i said hi," theo said, another thing that you liked about him. he liked luna. but he was partially stupid as you couldn't tell luna that he said hi, she would ask questions as to why he would even do that.

"i think you forgot we are a secret," you put your tights on.

"fuck, yeah. well- have fun then," theo waved and you hurried out, still attempting to tie your tie.

you felt the tears coming. you couldn't help it. you felt idiotic to allow theo to walk all over you. you promised yourself you would never let a man take you for a fool, but no. here you are, years later, being taken as a fool by a man you were in love with.

obviously he didn't know, he couldn't. it would ruin everything.

the two of you agreed to strictly have just sex. just sex. just stupid fucking amazing sex. he was a natural at it, he knew how to make you cum in minutes. he had you wrapped around his finger.

you typically wouldn't let anyone see or touch you, but theo? he could do anything and you would let him. it also felt like a weird bonding experience.

sex is intimate, of course. it's the closest two souls can get to each other. and you were convinced that the countless amount of times you did it in a day with him made some sort of connection.

you wiped your tears away as you entered the three broomsticks and saw luna sat alone in your usual corner. "luna!"

"you're here!" she exclaimed and got up out of her seat to hug you.

"of course, you know i love our chats here," you smiled and the two of you sat down.

"are you okay?" she asked as she observed the mascara which was evidently smudged under your eyes.

you had to tell her. you had to tell someone. there's no one you would rather tell than her. "luna, please, pinky promise me you won't ever tell a soul."

she nodded, "your secret is safe with me. you know that."

you looked around the place, only noticing two other tables of people who seemed to be in their own little worlds. "okay, me and theo have been hooking up. like friends with benefits style, but i'm in love with him. i cant keep doing this. it hurts, luna. i want to love him and kiss him around our friends but i can't."

luna sat and listened to you ramble on, a few tears shedding in the process. "that's horrible. but you must know, no man, especially one who you aren't even dating, should ever make you feel this way. the right one will make you cry only tears of happiness and pleasure, if you know what i mean."

her comment made you laugh, this was why you loved her. "thanks lu. sorry about that rant, i haven't told anyone and so feel special you're first to hear about this fucked up situation."

"i'm glad you can trust me, but i think i may have an idea," luna sat upright. "how about you stop meeting him so often? maybe start seeing him once a day; then once every few days. if you want to take it a step further you could even start hanging out with another boy more."

"luna you're a fucking genius," you reached over and hugged her.

"you know i always have the best ideas," she giggled.

just then the door opened and luna's eyes focused behind you, as your back was turned to the door.

"who is it?" you asked as you noticed her smile had dropped.

"don't turn around if you don't want to cry," she said and you immediately turned your head 180°.

"no fucking way," your jaw dropped as you saw theo walk in with cho. "is he fucking shitting me right now? luna tell me i'm dreaming. tell me."

"i'm sorry, babe. do you want to go somewhere else?" she asked.

"yes it is best we go. i don't think i'll be able to hold back a fucking fist in both their stupid faces," you both got up.

and as for your amazing luck, they both spotted you and luna. theo called out your name and walked over to you. "hey, what's up?" he asked with a stupid smile on his face as if he didn't know what he was doing.

"hey theo," luna gave a small wave and he smiled at her.

"we were just leaving," you said and took luna's hand and the two of you walked out. you heard theo say something but you were too distracted by the ringing in your ears.

"it's okay, it's okay," luna engulfed you into a very big, very needed hug.

"why would he do that? i literally told him i was going to be here with you?" you cried into her arms.

"he's a boy, they don't think with their brains, only their dicks."

-

it had been a few days since the incident and you still had not spoke to theo. you were going out of your way to ignore him, not caring if it hurt you more than him.

you would spot theo in the halls, once he noticed you, you had already turned around and walked the complete opposite way before he even got a chance to call out your name.

it hurt too much. it didn't help that after those first couple of days, he eventually stopped trying to get your attention. instead he was being all handsy with cho.

it killed you, hardly being able to speak or react. it also hurt that you had to distance yourself from the other slytherins who noticed the lack of your presence.

but it wasn't all too bad, instead of hanging with them you and luna started hanging out more. she would check up on you constantly, making sure to cheer you up to avoid you thinking about him.

she knew you were deeply upset about it. she allowed you to grieve, cry and let all of it out. she herself had never experienced this type of hurt, but she was almost grateful as she saw how badly it impacted you.

aside from not speaking to theo, you kept your head up high. you still went to class, still did your work, still sat at the slytherin table for meals. everyone noticed the tension between the two of you.

no one asked, or at least in front of your face. they decided it was better to keep quiet and try keep things as normal as could be.

amongst those few days of hurting, you started growing closer with mattheo. he was also there for you, he wasn't sure exactly what happened with theo but he knew it was hurting you and so he decided to be there for you.

he also had to admit that it was also due to the fact that he fancied you. you began sitting next to him at meals, class, even sometimes being spotted after classes walking together.

this didn't go unnoticed by theo, of course. he wanted to punch mattheo in his face. mattheo was one of theo's closest friends and to see him get close with you, it also hurt him.

it was a stupid, stupid situation. the two of you pretending to move on while both your feelings grew stronger- though a large majority of it was anger due to the fact you were not communicating.

or at least verbally communicating. whenever you looked up, no matter where you were, his eyes were the first ones to meet yours.

it was ridiculous, really. you couldn't seem to get away from him, he seemed to stalk you as if you were prey. he couldn't get you out of his mind.

-

you looked over at the clock, 2:56am. great. you couldn't seem to sleep for some reason and it was starting to annoy you. you quietly got out of bed, slipping on a random hoodie on the floor and your slippers before leaving your dorm. you knew that after 12am, no teachers or prefects would be on lookout so you didn't have to worry too much about getting caught.

you made your way up to the astronomy tower, your favourite spot to go when you were unable to sleep. you reached into your pj short pockets and retrieved the joint that you rolled earlier.

you got the lighter out and attempted to light it. of course it had to be out of fluid. you were just away to get up when you noticed theo standing behind you.

"you spooky bitch! why the fuck would you stand there like that, holy fuck bro. you better be glad i'm a teenager and not an old woman cause you would've gave me a heart attack," you scolded him as you raised a hand over your heart to relieve yourself of the pure distress he just put you through.

"calm down, darling. here's a lighter," he passed you his stainless steel lighter. the same one you carved both of your initials into. you were surprised he used it.

"you don't get to do that," you looked up at him, feeling anger flowing through your veins. theo looked at you, he seemed confused but also like he knew what was happening.

"you don't get to have cuddle me, kiss me, make love to me, everything a couple would do, and then fucking show up to a place where you knew i was at with another stupid fucking girl! do you know how long i've waited for you? years theo, fucking years! i thought it was best to keep waiting, hoping for the day that you would admit you loved me back, but you didn't. but i still waited, theo, i fucking waited. i would never do this if it was anyone else," you felt tears threatening to spill and a lump in your throat.

theo remained quiet, he looked down at his hands and played with the silver rings which decorated his stupidly pretty hands. you waited for him to say something, anything. but he didn't. once again, but were you surprised.

"have your stupid lighter back. i never should've carved our initials in it thinking we could've been something," you shoved the silver lighter into his hands before walking off.

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

[fictionalmenmakemecry]

Golden Globes

Characters: Jeremy Allen White x Reader

Summary: A quick blur on what it would be like to be by Jeremy's side at the golden globes.

Warnings: Cursing, anxiety.

"I can't go"

You exhaled tiredly plopping down on his couch.

"It'll be okay, I want you by my side. Everything will be great and it might even be fun." Jeremy sat next to you, resting his hand on your thigh.

You glanced over at him and then closed your eyes leaning your head back. The knots you felt in your stomach were nauseating.

"Look, I know how daunting it is but it's a big night for me and it would mean a lot if you were there" He sighed, looking down at his hand on your leg.

There was silence between both of you.

You drove past The Hilton where you saw them setting up for the golden globes. You and Jeremy have been dating on the down low for the past 6 months. It was hard with always leaving at odd hours of the night in different disguises. You would enter and leave places separately. But as difficult as it was, you both had the privacy to spend time with each other without the pressure of the press or public.

You were a high school teacher. You weren't used to this environment. Hell, he was barely used to it as this point. He understood how you felt and didn't want to make you feel trapped. But this was a big night for him, and he needed you there. He wasn't completely comfortable himself as this was still not normal for him, but having you there would steady him.

"But everything will change" You spoke out quietly.

Jeremy took a deep breath. He glanced at you and saw the anxiety in your body. Your shoulders were bunched up, and your hands were in tight bundles.

You rolled your head over to him and looked at his blue eyes that were searching your face.

"I know... But wouldn't you prefer that they find out our way than we getting caught some night and it being all over the internet?" He asked with his head leaning on his arm on the back of the couch.

Your mind flickered back to so many close times of getting caught. When ducking when driving around or always looking around to see if you could sneak a quick kiss. The only time you felt truly at peace was in bed with him. His body was close to yours. No risk of anyone seeing you. Whether being in his embrace in the intimate moments you shared or watching your favorite movies sharing food. You were afraid of never feeling that peace again.

His hands were caressing you gently. His fingers brushed your hair and grazed down your cheek. His fingertip outlining your lips. His touch did make you calm down a little but the anxiety was still there.

"They're going to destroy me," you whispered, keeping your eyes on his.

You knew that people were going to speak about you being a teacher and not being good enough for him.

"Fuck 'em" He whispered, gently stroking your cheek.

"You just focus on us."

There you sat in complete awe, looking at your boyfriend accepting a golden globe. You looked around and saw all eyes were on him. You felt so proud after seeing how hard he worked in this short time you've known him, you knew he deserved it.

"...... I'm completely overwhelmed with this. Uhh-" He glanced at the award in his hand.

"I just want to say thank you to everyone I've worked with on The Bear, you made this happen for me and I'm forever grateful...." He looked around and finally his eyes landed on you.

"Uh-and finally.. thank you sweetheart for coming with me tonight and always being by my side" He raised his golden globe before giving a light wave and making his way off stage.

You could feel everyone's stare on you and you cheeks were on fire. You couldn't believe that he acknowledge you on live television in front of millions. You just wanted to be there for him but he was clearly making sure that people knew you were with him tonight.

You watched as he made his way back as other nominees were getting called out for another category. He came over and sat beside leaning over and giving you a light reassuring kiss.

"I can't believe you got it babe" You whispered looking at the award on the table between both of you.

"Me neither." He smiled genuinely, looking you up and down while wrapping his arm around your waist of your backless dress.

You gave him a light slap on the chest for making your blush even more if that was possible.

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[vinvantae]

Unmasked

Part 5/16

<<<previous part

Word count: 3.2k

Google translated French - English translation at the end

The winter break was never much of an event for you - being distanced from your family, most years you ended up alone. But this year, for some reason, Charles had insisted you came to spend Christmas with him and his family. It wasn’t part of the relationship contract, in fact, they had given you both a week break but when he found out you were going to be spending it home alone, he simply couldn’t accept that.

As much as you were nervous, you were more than happy to spend more time with Charles. The time you’d spent with him since the break started was the most fun you’d had in years and you were finally starting to form something real with someone for the first time since you joined F1. But with that, you had also started to notice how flustered he could make you with a simple touch, a simple look. He treated you better than anyone had, and you knew he was just fulfilling his part of the faux-relationship, but sometimes, just for a moment, you’d forget it wasn’t real.

But the line was blurry. When the two of you were alone, it was almost as if the show was still on - that you still had something to prove. You weren’t really sure who started it, but more than once you’d kissed in the privacy of your own flats - whether it had just become instinctual since your kiss at the club or not, you weren’t sure but a kiss goodnight or a kiss before leaving the room just seemed to happen. After you had kissed him that night, Charles found it harder to resist you than before, his boyish crush turning into something more real. He wanted to make you happy, fake relationship or not.

“Nearly ready to go?” He asked, watching you do a lap of your flat - doing a mental checklist in your head of everything you needed to take with you to his family home.

You paused. “I think so. I just feel like I’m forgetting something.”

“I’m sure if you have, it’ll be something you can borrow or we can buy you when we get there.”

“I know you’re right but… I think I’m just a little nervous.” You admitted. “I feel guilty lying to them.”

Charles came up to and wrapped his arms around your middle. “Hey, when the time comes to explain, they’ll understand. Besides, spending time with you makes me happy and that’s what is most important to them. It’ll be okay.”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug - the driver leaning down a little so you could bury your face into his neck. He ran his hand up and down your back to help relax you.

“Let’s go.” You sighed, grabbing your bags - waving away Charles when he tried to help, not wanting him to have to carry extra. “Just a heads up, since we’re sharing a bed, I’m a fidget.”

“If I hold you will you stay still?” He chuckled, pressing the button for the elevator.

“Maybe.” You laughed softly. “My human straight jacket.”

He helped you load your things into the back of the car, insisting you at least let him do this since he wasn’t allowed to carry your bags down before rushing past you to open your car door for you. You playfully rolled your eyes before sliding in, relaxing back into the seat. Charles climbed in beside you, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze before starting the car.

“Ready?”

You took a deep breath. “As I’ll ever be.”

The Monaco native gave you a calm smile before pulling out of the parking lot and beginning the small trip to his family home. You propped your elbow up on the open window, and enjoyed the sights as you were driven through the city. It was a surprisingly warm December morning too, with a pleasant breeze running across your skin. The biggest downside, or upside according to your PR team, was Charles’ car was probably the most recognisable in the country.

So practically every time you went out with him, you inevitably got photographed. Which was annoying because it meant you always had to put more effort in than you wanted to - not wanting to look like a slob in comparison to Charles who somehow always looked amazing. You were stopped en route by some fans asking for autographs and photos from Charles. Thankfully he passed on photos but was happy to do some autographs, that didn’t stop a fan filming the whole interaction.

“Do you ever get tired of that?” You asked, as he finally managed to pull away from the small crowd that had formed.

He smiled softly and shook his head. “As long as it’s out in public I don’t mind. They are my biggest supporters, I like being able to repay them… even with something as small as that.”

“You’re a good guy, Charles, I hope you know that.”

He simply smiled to himself and gave your thigh a gentle squeeze before eventually, finally, pulling into the drive of his mother’s home. You could already see that Arthur and Lorenzo had arrived so the two of you were last - great. You hadn’t even realised you’d stalled in getting out of the car until Charles had opened your door for you.

“We’re here, Cherie.” He hummed, offering you his hand to help you out.

Your cheeks flushed a little as you slid your hand in his, letting him guide you to your feet. He gave your hand a squeeze before walking to the trunk to get your bags out.

“Charles!”

You watched as Charles’ face looked up over his car and then broke into a grin before turning to face the direction of the voice. Pascale had heard you pull up and was coming outside to embrace her son, giving him a tight squeeze and kissing him on either cheek before turning to face you. Eyes flickering over you for a moment before giving you a comforting smile.

“Hi, you must be y/n. You’re gorgeous.” She opened her arms for a hug, giving you the chance to step away if you were uncomfortable but you were more than happy to let her wrap you up in her hold - not getting a hug from a parent in years.

“It’s so nice to meet you. Charles talks so much about you.” You smiled.

She chuckled, looking back at her son. “Well, unfortunately he has not told me nearly enough about you. I can’t wait to get to know you, love.”

Your cheeks flushed. “Can’t wait either.”

“Come, come. Let’s get you inside… Arthur, Lorenzo! Viens aider ton frère!*1” She shouted, making you flinch a little, before tugging you towards the house. “Honestly, they’re all grown men but I swear I still have to hold their hand sometimes.”

“Maman, il est assez grand et assez moche pour le faire lui-même!*2” You heard Arthur before you saw him, the youngest Leclerc brother gave you a gentle smile as he walked past. “Hey, nice to meet you.”

He continued to squabble with his older brother in a mix of French and Italian as the two of them unloaded the back of the car. Lorenzo was the last to appear, giving you a friendly nod before scolding his brothers. Pascale rolled her eyes before continuing to lead you inside.

“So, tell me everything.” She sat you both down on the sofa. “How did this all happen?”

You smiled softly. “We bumped into each other at a bar one night, caught up on everything we’d missed over the years… and then one thing led to another… he just makes me feel so content and safe. You’ve raised a wonderful man, Pascale.”

She held her hands over her heart. “That’s so lovely to hear, y/n. I’ve not seen too much of you two together yet but if you’re both happy, that’s what is most important to me.”

“He means a lot to me. Probably more than he knows.”

Charles stood just behind the door frame, listening to what you had to say. You meant a lot to him too but you weren’t sure if, for you, it was in a best friend kind of way or if your feelings were starting to shift to something else. Instead he stepped into the room and greeted you both, before sitting beside you.

“As-tu fini de l'interroger, Maman?*3” He teased, draping his arm across your shoulder - pulling you close enough to kiss your cheek.

“Sorry, sorry. I just want to get to know the girl that makes you happy.” She apologised, holding her hands up defensively. “I’ll let you two get settled in upstairs, dinner will be ready around 8.”

She gave Charles a kiss on the cheek before your teammate led you upstairs. Showing you the bathroom before opening his bedroom door - you weren’t really sure what you expected but it was more grown up than you’d hoped. There was a cabinet full of trophies and medals from his karting days and a couple of posters, but it was definitely the bedroom of a late teen rather than his younger self. “Damn, I was hoping for a race car bed.”

He laughed. “Sorry to disappoint. At least we’ll both fit in this, no?”

“It’ll do… you sure you’re okay with this?” You asked, lowering your voice.

The Monegasque driver stepped closer to you and wrapped his arms around you. “Regardless of what happens, you’re my friend, y/n… and I could leave this any time I like, remember?”

You lowered your head a little and nodded, but before you could disappear into yourself, Charles hooked his finger under your chin and tilted your head back up so you met his gaze. “But that’s not going to happen, I’m in this… for as long as you need me... as long as you want me.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he slowly lent towards you, his lips grazed yours just for a moment before Arthur called out your names - practically skipping into the room. “Oh god… eugh what have I walked in on.”

A laugh escaped you and you buried your face in Charles’ chest, trying to recapture the breath he’d stolen. Sure, you’d shared kisses since you started fake dating but nothing so intimate… so intense. His hand stayed on the small of your back. “What do you want, Arthur?”

“Well, I wanted to get to know your girl! That’s the whole point of her being here right?” Arthur chuckled. “I’m Arthur, by the way. Since he didn’t introduce me.”

You stepped away from the middle-Leclerc to shake Arthur’s extended hand. “Y/n… I have to say, I saw some of your races this year. You’ve got real promise.”

“Got a girl who knows her racing? Good job, Charl.”

“Well I used to race myself, work for Ferrari now… so yeah, I’d say I know my racing.” You smiled softly.

Charles smiled softly down at you, his arm still wrapped around your middle. He went to speak but Arthur’s phone buzzed so he held his finger up to cut off his brother. “Oooh, Thirty gossip.”

“…you have notifications turned on for that?” You swallowed heavily, feeling Charles’ hold on you tighten a little.

The youngest Leclerc looked at you like you were crazy. “Are you for real? Of course I do. It’s the biggest secret in the sport.”

You fished your phone out of your pocket, the curiosity of what they were saying about you now got the better of you. Charles peered over your shoulder as you opened up the article that immediately appeared at the top of your twitter feed.

Inside source continues to insist Thirty is a woman under 30 and known in the racing world, Ferrari yet to comment.

Our eyes on the inside continue to comment that the two time world champion, only known as Thirty, is a woman under 30. She’s also already known to us, someone with experience - though it wasn’t clear if it was in Formula racing or another motorsport such as Indycar.

We will bring you more as we have it, unfortunately our source cannot share more at this time as they are already breaching a confidentiality contract.

We reached out to Ferrari for comment but have had no response - the team knowing that it’s a lose-lose situation no matter how they answer.

Charles saw your jaw clench, someone on Team Thirty was talking to the press but you had no idea who. You wanted to come out on your own terms but it seemed whoever this was, was trying to force your hand.

“Ugh, that doesn’t narrow it down.” Arthur huffed. “Anyway, I’ll leave you two to unpack and finish… whatever it was I walked in on.”

He winked at you before dipping out and shutting the door behind him. Charles looked down at you and could see how defeated you looked, he decided against speaking right away and just pulled you into a hug. That was all it took for you to start sobbing, your walls completely crumbling down.

It broke his heart.

You hiccuped. “I-I… it’s…”

The driver shushed you softly, sitting you on the edge of the bed so you could catch your breath. He grabbed you some tissues and a glass of water from the bathroom - just sitting quietly beside you whilst you gathered yourself. His hand stayed on your thigh, thumb brushing across your leg.

You placed your hand on top of his and he flipped his over so you could lock fingers with him. The Monaco native gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“…thank you.”

“Anytime… now, talk to me.” His voice was soft, eyes fixed on your face.

After a deep breath you spoke. “I’m not sure how much longer I can keep this up. I just… but I want to do it my way. But these articles are pushing me closer and closer to the edge but I don’t know if I’m ready to take the jump.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I thought you wanted to lose the mask soon?”

“I did… I do.” You sighed softly, rubbing your eyes a little. “But I still want to do it on my time. I just think I need to talk to the team… right?”

He smiled softly and nodded, pulling you into his side and pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. “No matter what you do, I’ve got your back.”

“Thank you, Charles.”

You looked up at him and smiled, and this time, your teammate didn’t want to take any chances. He slipped his hand under your jaw and lent in, pressing a meaningful kiss to your lips - it was so different to the one you shared at the club or any other. This wasn’t rushed or for anyone else, it was a private intimate moment for you both.

The driver felt your lips curve into a smile as he slowly pulled back, his eyes meeting yours.

“What was that for?” You asked, leaning into his touch as he brushed his thumb across your cheek.

“…I just wanted to kiss you.” He chuckled softly. “I’m not sure how you’ve not noticed but I kind of have a thing for you outside of this whole fake relationship situation, Cherie.”

Your cheeks flushed a dark pink. “Y-you do?”

“I have for a while. I’m sorry if this is a lot to take in I-“

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his. “I like you as well… but, what does this mean for the fake dating thing?”

Charles paused for a moment, taking your hands in his as he thought. He admittedly hadn’t thought the whole thing through, but after you kissed him in the club he just couldn’t get you out of his head. And it definitely didn’t help that you spent all day every day together, the only time you were apart was at night and even then he dreamt of you.

“I don’t know, we should probably talk to the team… so maybe we just enjoy Christmas first?” He sighed softly. “Again, I’m sorry to unload all this on you, I should’ve thought about it better.”

With a soft smile it was your turn to cup his face in your hands. “No you’re right, let’s just enjoy Christmas together… then we can figure things out.”

Both of you lifted your head as Pascale called your names for dinner before sharing one more smile and heading downstairs.

When Christmas Day finally came around, it felt like a foreign experience to you. The holidays surrounded by family was something you hadn’t truly experienced in years, even if the Leclercs weren’t your family, they sure made you feel like they were. They showered you with love and affection that you hadn’t realised you even needed.

“Y/n, dear, are you okay?” Pascale asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You zoned out for a bit there.”

You gave her a smile. “I just didn’t realise quite how much I needed a Christmas break… Thank you for all of this.”

She sat beside you. “You’re important to my Charles, so of course… but I feel like that’s not what this is about, love.”

“I… I guess you could say I’m separated from my family?” You sighed, letting your gaze move away from her. “My dad sends me money, which I don’t even need anymore, instead of spending time with me… my mum passed away a long time ago and ever since he remarried Dad just brushed me aside for his new family.”

Pascale took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze as you spoke.

“So I’m just really happy to have a family to spend Christmas with, even if it’s not my own.” Your voice broke a little but you held it together - letting Pascale wrap you up in her arms.

“You’ve always got a family here.” She whispered, rubbing your back. “In fact… you’re gonna need one of these.”

She reached behind her and passed you a squishy present - once you opened it you realised it was a classic Christmas jumper with a massive Snoopy emblazoned on the front, making you burst out laughing. “Oh my god.”

“We all wear them whilst eating dinner, so it’s only right you have one too.” Her voice was soft.

“Thank you, Pascale.”

She gave you one final hug before leaving to return to the kitchen, crossing paths with Charles as he came into the room. He raised his brow at her before turning his attention to you, smiling softly when he saw the jumper in your hands.

“She definitely likes you if you’ve got one of them.” He chuckled softly, sitting beside you. “Are you having a good Christmas Day so far?”

You nodded eagerly, resting your head on his shoulder - your teammate wrapping his arm around your middle. “I’m not sure I ever want to leave.”

Charles hummed softly. “Mum would love that… but we have obligations in Bali in the new year.”

“I suppose it could be worse.”

The two of you shared a tight hug before joining the rest of the family in the dining room for dinner, Charles’ arm draped over your shoulder as Arthur helped his mum set the table. You smiled softly at your teammate, and he returned it - even though none of this was real, you sure wished it was.

And with the way Charles was looking at you, just maybe it could be someday.

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Hope you enjoyed!! Extremely fluffy chapter this one ❤️

Next part >>>

*1) come help your brother!

*2) mum, he's big enough and ugly enough to do it himself

*3) are you done interrogating her, mum?

[seunmong-in]

Heres a snippet from the middle of the next story i been writing these past couple days! Let me know if i should continue or scratch it!! Since i got my laptop fixed, i am coming full speed with the stories again!

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“Do you ever miss life before being an Idol,” you ask Chan quietly as you continue to stare at the loving couple who now sat in the outside section of the bar.

“Sometimes. Why do you ask? Y/nnie” Chan looks at you, confused by the sudden question. You took a minute to gather your thoughts as you now see that same couple, sharing the first drink of probably a few tonight.

“Nights like this, where I see people enjoying their life freely, making spur of the moment decisions, or couples going on dates late at night, it makes me miss all the fun things I used to do back before I became an Idol. Though I am very grateful I have this privilege to travel the world and perform for everyone around the world, but I also do miss just being Y/N. Not the Kpop Idol,” you say softly as you look at him, his brown eyes now glistening under the moonlight. Your heart suddenly skips a beat as you watch him analyze everything you have just said. It was like he was surprised but also curious about what was running through your brain. However, he just nods as he looks away from you now, staring into the night sky.

“I get that feeling. Some nights when I work on our songs, moments of when I was back in Sydney come to mind, and I start to miss my younger pre-idol days too. What do you miss the most?”

“Well, hanging out with friends, sneaking out late just to go to the beach and watch the sunrise, trying to fall in love, though that never happened, getting was-”

“Woah wait, are you saying you never fell in love with someone,” Chan asked, his eyes now looking at your red face as you realize you never told anyone that desire of yours. You shake your head no, as you continue to look away to avoid eye contact.

“No, I mean I had boyfriends and flings, but I never truly fell in love with them. And the idea of love for me only became more distant as I became an idol, seeing how little privacy we all have made me not want to pursue anymore. Though I find it cute in movies, I don’t see that being me now.”

You look at the same couple from earlier, the way they both smile at one another, how the guy wraps his arms around his partner as he whispers something in her ear and she blushes, giving him a quick kiss before grabbing his hand and taking him inside to the dance floor. That was the love that reminded you of the movies, the love that you once craved dearly but never received.

“So, let’s pretend we aren’t idols tonight then.”

Snapping your head back at the proposal you just heard, you see Chan’s face turn a slight pinkish color as he hangs his head low, with a smile on his face.

“What do you mean by that Chan,” you whisper softly. You stare at him as a smile now creeps up on your face, connecting the dots on what he is trying to do.

“Tonight, you are not Y/nnie from Straykids, you are Y/n, a wonderful amazing woman from the Caribbean wanting to explore Paris. And I am not Chan, I am Christopher from Sydney who is looking for inspiration in a new place to write his songs and we both stumbled up here for no absolute reason.”

[strawberrycrushes]

Hello!, I saw that your requests were open. Can I request Jing Yuan, Welt and Screwllium with a shy!reader who loves to figure skate? Reader is very private about it, yet also very pasionate about it. Reader will plan to go skating at places at times where there's no one present so they can preform figure skating tricks freely. If there isn't any music, reader will just sing it themselves. They'll skate for as long as they can, and won't stop untill either (a) someone finds them, (b) they're too tired to keep going,or (c) they're too cold continue.

thank youu

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A/N: Dear snowflake, thank you so much for the request however I will unfortunately have to exclude Screwllium because I only write for playable characters. I had a lot of fun with this request so I hope you enjoy.

Welt:-

Ever since the Express had landed in Jarilo-VI, you had acquired the strange habit of disappearing into the world’s frost-covered plains, only coming back much later; freezing cold and completely drained. It worried Welt half to death, but since you never revealed what you were up to, he just had to get used to the feeling. It helped that, ever since you started these so-called expeditions, you carried yourself with more satisfaction and confidence, or at least the closest thing to those he had ever seen you carry yourself with. It was nice seeing you like that.

Today, though, was different. You were late. Late enough to warrant concern from Himeko and Pom Pom as well. It confirmed that he wasn't just exaggerating the issue in his head, which was the only thing he needed to know before heading out to find you–

And find you he did.

You were out skating across an ice lake, humming a melody that matched the grace of your movements. You were so focused on these motions that you didn’t even notice him standing there, enchanted.

He was awestruck as he watched you make great leaps across the ice, pirouetting along to a routine even he could recognize as extraordinarily difficult. So this was what you were up to then?

When you finally skidded to a stop, he instinctively raised his hands to clap for you. A move that proved itself to be poorly thought out when you swerved around to look at him with wide eyes, nearly tripping along the way.

“M-Mr. Yang? What are you doing here?” You tried to steady yourself, the shock, confusion, and embarrassment evident in your face

Welt chuckled, “Perhaps it would be better if you got off the ice first?” he said playfully, and you quickly slid over with a beet red face, moving to retrieve the boots you hid inside a bush to replace the skates you were currently wearing.

“So um… Mr. Yang…” you trailed off, unsure how to ask him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about this. I myself am sorry that I didn’t tell you I was watching earlier. I’m afraid I might have encroached upon your privacy.” Welt gave you an apologetic look, and you flailed around with your hands.

“No, no, it’s fine, it’s actually probably for the best that you didn’t or else I would have fallen face first in the ice.” you awkwardly chuckled, causing Welt to laugh.

“If I may ask, you were figure skating, right?”

You nod and mumble, “It’s just a hobby I picked up from my home world, nothing special.”

“Liar.” Welt smiled, “If it really was nothing special to you, you wouldn’t be able to skate that way. I’ve seen figure skaters before, and if I had to say, you’d be amongst the best.”

You blush, “You’re flattering me”

“I’m being serious. Even if you didn’t want to share your talents with the world, you still ended up with a fan in me.”

You looked up at the earnest look on his face and smiled.

To be honest, figure skating was supposed to be a private hobby you could enjoy while nobody was watching. You loved it, yes, and you enjoyed the subtle comfort it gave you, but you honestly never believed anyone could enjoy it the same way you did. Yet somehow, when Mr. Yang saw your ‘performance’, as embarrassing as it was, you had to admit… it felt nice.

“Thank you, Mr. Yang. I appreciate it, really.”

A comfortable silence fell on the snowy plains. You hesitated, then asked, “If it’s not too rude to ask, what were you doing out here anyway?”

Welt’s eyes widened, “Shoot. I was supposed to come look for you because you hadn’t returned to the Express yet, and it completely slipped my mind just how late it was getting.”

…

……

You tried to hold back your laughter, but failed. This time, it was Welt’s turn to be embarrassed. “If you’re done laughing, we should probably head back now”

“Right.” you cleared your throat, clearly still amused by his misstep. Getting up, you begin to trail behind him with a smile on your face you couldn’t hold back. Maybe sharing this little hobby of yours wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Not when it was Welt, anyway.

Jingyuan:-

You took a deep breathe, then began.

Steadily pushing yourself forward, you carefully fell into the skating routine you had recently started practicing. Increasing your intensity with the rise and fall of the music playing in the background, the thin grinding of your skates against the ice being the only other sound that could be heard alongside. It felt like you were creating magic in the moment, something you easily got lost in until you couldn’t go on anymore.

Panting on the edge of the ring you reached out to grab your bottle of water only to find nothing there.

“Looking for something?” A suave voice called out from besides you.

You whipped your head around to find your boss, Jingyuan, teasingly waving your bottle in front of you with a sly smile. “I had no idea you could skate like that, why didn’t you tell me?”

You flush red. It was difficult not to be embarrassed when your literal boss caught you in one of your most private moments.

“I- I’m sorry General. Do you need me for anything? I’ll get right back to work-“

You try to stand up but Jingyuan quickly cuts you off “No no, not to worry. There’s no work to be done. I was hoping to invite you to a cup of coffee since you seemed so tired all the time but instead…I seemed to have come across the reason why, no?”

You gulp, “Um well, that’s-“ You try to think of something to say and Jingyuan chuckles.

“No need to be so tense, I only jest. I was actually very impressed with your performance here today and couldn’t help but ask, how come you haven’t told anyone about your hobby? You’re very good at it, I don’t doubt that you could even take it to an intergalactic stage-“

“General.” You cut him off this time. “Please. It’s nothing special. Besides, it’s meant to a more…private hobby. I feel uncomfortable figure skating when there are other people around”

“You were fine when I was watching”

“I didn’t know you were there!”

“Hmm, really?” He seemed to ponder this for a while though you find it quite impossible to believe he didn’t already know that. “Alright, new question. Is it possible for you to pretend that I’m not here once more? I want to watch again. If that’s okay with you of course. I wasn’t lying when I said I liked seeing you skate”

“You-!”

You had no idea what to say. How could he even say things like that with a straight face? Did he really want to see skate again that bad?

You gulp and reach out to grab the water bottle from his hands. Taking a sip, you mull it over, occasionally glancing back over to Jingyuan. How you weren’t as opposed to this as you initially thought, you had no idea either, but you wanted to give it a try.

“Fine” You mumble underneath your breath and try not to let your heart flutter too much at the sight of an honest to god genuine smile on your boss’s face. You slide back on to the middle of the ice rink, getting into position again.

As the music takes off, so do you. Twirling to the music you try to balance yourself on your skates but with the newfound nervousness that come with having an audience, even if there was only one member, you quickly found yourself slipping up. Very literally. As in, falling gracelessly on your ass.

“Are you hurt?” Jingyuan gave you a worried look.

You bit the inside of your cheek. How embarrassing. “No. It’s fine”

You get up, and try again, continuing on where the music currently was. This time, you didn’t trip immediately, feeling comfortable in adding that previous flourish you had when figure skating alone, but when you caught sight of the pride in Jingyuan’s face, your breathe hitched and you got distracted. Consequently you tripped.

You sigh in frustration, trying to get up again before promptly letting out a hiss of pain. Ah, your ankle. You must have injured it in the tumble…

Jingyuan immediately rushed to your side, hesitantly inspecting your ankle, carefully setting it back down when you grimaced.

“Not to worry. It appears you’ve only sprained it” He tries to reassure you but you have a feeling he’s telling that to himself as well. “It’ll be fine after some icing and rest, but I still want to take you to a doctor just to be sure.”

Before you could insist that you really were fine, you felt yourself be scooped up by the general as he began carrying you out, effectively turning you to mush. Your heartbeat went haywire and none of your thoughts felt comprehensive.

“G-general?”

“I am sorry for making you perform in such an unfamiliar environment.” He said, sounding incredibly guilty. “This is my fault. At least let me make it up to you”

You gazed at him silently then sighed, gulping down the lump in your throat. “A-alright. Perhaps it would be best to have to go through a proper check up”. You mumble, barely audible.

Jingyuan smiles before continuing on. How silly, you thought. You felt your heart skipped a beat once more.

[bucky-h0e]

A/N: I can now properly schedule! I wanted every universe to be started at least so I could see which ones would be more appealing and which ones I can place on the back burner a little. Very pleased that this Universe and the Serendipity Universe are doing so well! Please continue to show your support form them! I love Bucky and Alpine so much and I can't wait for their stories to be told!

Warnings: Bucky Barnes Recovering in Budapest, domestic Bucky, Bucky teaching Alpine to read and write, Bucky adopting Alpine, mentions of past abuse, fears of the Winter Soldier returning, Alpine being like 12 and knowing how to hurt a man, Alpine being jealous of the Winter Soldier? (not for murderous reasons), Bucky's nightmares

You Feel Like Home | Universe Masterlist

Bucky and Alpine Settling Into Their New Life

surprisingly, Bucky settles into a routine with Alpine quite quickly

fatherhood agrees with him apparently

of course he doesn't realise it, he just assumes it's due to his ability to improvise and accommodate sudden changes

a condition that had been programmed into him

after all he had missions to complete

when it came to Alpine and their new routine however, he had to create a few new rules for them

since he broke two of his first set of rules by letting Alpine into his place that first night

no regrets from the assassin though

the first rule was that on a night time, she HAD to sleep separate from him

she wasn't too sure of the reasoning and had frowned up at him when he told her this rule

she just found someone she found comfort in and was feeling a little clingy

she's a neglected child - she'd never felt that feeling before and craved more of it like the sweet little angel baby she is

"But... why? Did I do something wrong Bucky? I'm sorry..."

"No, no. You didn't so anything wrong, Alpine. It's just... you remember what I told you? About me?"

now, Bucky had been very clear with Alpine about his situation - kind off

he told her what he though she'd understand, that both the good guys (police, Captain America, etc.) and the bad guys (HYDRA, literally every underground criminal boss and politician, etc) were are him

when she'd asked why

he'd told her that he had someone else in his mind, someone who would take over sometimes and be very mean and hurtful to anyone who he needed to

Bucky is trying his absolute hardest not to further traumatise the child okay

the image of a mean man possibly shouting at her seemed a lot better than a monster with his face who wouldn't think twice about hurting her

"That a lot of men were after you?"

"That and the other thing..."

Alpine frowns, she'd hated the fact that Bucky said someone else had been in his mind

not only did it not sound fun

but it meant she'd have to SHARE Bucky

and she didn't want to share him

"About the really mean man in your mind?"

"Exactly. Well, if he comes out, which he shouldn't, but just in case, then I need you to be in a different room from him at all times. Okay? Especially when you're sleeping."

where she'd be most vulnerable to the Soldier

he'd take her out and she wouldn't even been able to defend herself

this was a nightmare that had plagued Bucky the first few nights of Alpine staying with him

each time it happened, he'd gone into her room and perched himself on the edge of the mattress

he just needed to make sure she was safe

he'd watch her breathe for a few minutes before he finally felt comfortable enough that she was safe before returning to the couch for another restless night

"And besides, having your own room means that you get privacy."

"Privacy?"

"Yeah! Time to yourself, where you can just be on your own."

Alpine despises that idea

"But... I'm always on my own..."

fucking critical damage to Bucky's heart

deadass

he had sighed and kneeled down to be at her height as he often does, not wanting to scare her

"How about this, the only time you have to be on your own, is when you go to bed at the end of the day. You'll be asleep anyway and it'll go by so quick you won't even have time to miss me."

"What if I can't sleep?"

"Then you can stay up with me until you feel sleepy. But you have to sleep in your room. Deal?"

she had reluctantly agreed to this rule, but that didn't mean she didn't try to get her own way sometimes

she'd fall asleep on the couch, claiming not to be tired, only to wake up in her room and Bucky greets her the next morning with a 'nice try kid'

the second rule, was that she didn't have to do anything but be a kid

literally anything

no cleaning (on her own - she likes to help Bucky)

no shopping on her own

no going downstairs just to collect the mail (not that Bucky ever got any mail, he just wanted her to stop going down the stairs without him)

when alpine found out about Bucky not getting any mail, she was sad for him

that was the only form of communication she knew

and she actually got very excited when she saw mail in their letterbox back in her old home even if it wasn't for her

so, she started drawing Bucky pictures and she'd put some of them in the mail box so he'd have something

he didn't realise until he saw the paper sticking out of the lock box and had to dig out the key just to find an actual mountain of drawings and pages from the colouring books he'd half stolen half bought for her

he'd looked through them all that night and put his favourites into his journal, letting Alpine 'decorate' with the rest

he checks the mail everyday and finds new drawings - he's starting to wonder where he'd going to put them all

but altogether, he just want's Alpine to be a kid

she deserves that at least

the third rule, she'd have to start doing a bit of home schooling

with her illness, which was still undiagnosed and bothering Bucky to no end because at the very least he knew it affected her breathing, they couldn't keep going out everyday

it didn't help that he was on the run either, so when they did go out, he wanted to be quick

which was not possible when you've got a 12 year old who had a coughing fit every 10 minutes because they were breathing too hard

most of the time Bucky carried her on his back if they were in a real rush, other times he didn't mind waiting until she stopped

always has a bottle of water and an inhaler in his bag for her

and some snacks (usually plums)

and plasters designed with the avengers because she liked them (she asks for Thor always without fail)

and a hair brush because ever since they managed to get her hair under control, Bucky refuses to let it fall back into disarray - will always pull her aside to brush and tie it up when they're actually out and about and it becomes suddenly very windy

he's just super prepared for her and does it without really thinking

fucking cutie

the fourth and final rule he had set, was she had to follow an 'escape plan'

of course, she didn't know what it was

but he prepared her for a situation where she would no longer be safe in their home

or for a situation where they needed to leave Budapest quickly

or the exact same situation as above but with a little more fighting with the authorities and Captain America (thanks zemo)

in the first situation, she was to lock herself in her room - buy herself more time since he'd have to break down the door which he had reinforced with locks and thicker, stronger wood all of which were stolen or obtained through less than legal means

when he inevitably broke through, she'd blind him with pepper spray (stolen) or wound him with one of the knifes he'd stashed in her room (he'd been very hesitant to put it in there but his need to keep her safe outweighed the need to be a logical father) before pulling the fire alarm, running and contacting the American authorities and telling them that the 'Winter Soldier was active'

she had to say those exact words because otherwise the Avengers would not come

he could only hope that whoever got a hold of him didn't make her his mission, and that she would be able to get away from him unharmed

in the second instance, Bucky had spent months preparing three emergency kits for the two of them - one for him and two for her. if they had to leave Budapest suddenly, then they would grab the two kits hidden within the apartment and run.

They'd find (steal) transport along the way and make their way out of the country and into several more before making their home somewhere else

the third instance involved the same premise, except the two would separate - Bucky would go back to the apartment, grab the kit made for him and anything else they would need whilst Alpine headed for a different spot for the third bag that Bucky had hidden away from the apartment and away from any fighting that may occur. They would then meet at the edge of the city where they'd call out their little codeword 'pruna' (plum in Romanian because Alpine fucking loves plums) and continue with the plan.

What Bucky didn't tell Alpine, however, was that if the people on their tail were a bit more dangerous than the regular authorities (for example, HYDRA), then he would contact American authorities, hopefully before HYDRA got to him, and tell them to send Captain America to Alpine's location, where she would hopefully be picked up and cared for

a lot of it was hoping that Steve would not send Alpine back to live with her parents

but he had hope that Alpine wouldn't shy away from telling him that Bucky had basically adopted her and Steve would immediately take her in himself because that man had quite literally refused to fight him and nearly died because of it

but he was hoping that day would never come (again, thanks zemo)

so far, they had been able to follow the four rules perfectly

Alpine still struggled to be a kid sometimes because she had so much responsibility on her shoulders for keeping herself and her parents alive

she just didn't know how to be a child

but that was okay because Bucky was slowly teaching her what was her responsibility and what was his

like dinner

honestly, Bucky thought he'd struggle when it came to meals and looking after Alpine

he survived on breakfast bars and fruit

barely had any real food, it was a miracle he had any rice or pasta let alone a sauce, seasoning or even veg and meat to go with it

he was living off limited funds

why do you think most of the stuff he and Alpine owned was stolen?

but after taking Alpine in, he made sure to get proper meals and tried even harder to make sure they weren't cheap microwave meals despite how desperately low they were for funds

but he never let's her start the morning without a breakfast and never let's her go to bed without a dinner

because she never really got a lot of food in the first place, her stomach wasn't used to a lot of food, which Bucky took full advantage of

if they had a big breakfast, they'd have a small dinner. A small breakfast then they'd make up for it with dinner

a lot of the times, breakfast was already on the table when Alpine woke up and she'd wonder out, half awake and muttering a greeting to Bucky before she's sitting at their table and falling asleep in her bowl of cereal

on one occasion did Alpine actually make them breakfast and Bucky pretended to be asleep on the couch so that she could surprise him

she had tried so hard to be quiet but the plates were up high and the fridge door was heavy so needed a good hard pull most times to open it, which would make everything else on top rattle

he'd opened one eye to make sure nothing had fallen on her before returning to his fact slumber

let her wake him up and acted surprised at the food in front of him

"Aw, thanks sweetheart. You didn't have to."

he'd make a big show out of eating the nearly raw egg and burnt toast and enjoying it

when it came to dinner, Bucky always cooked it

always

but Alpine would help out

he'd used it as a way to train her to use a knife without actually teaching her how to

taught her how to cute up veg and meats, showed her how easy a sharp knife glides through whilst the dull knifes are basically useless

let's her stir the pots on the stove but is very careful she doesn't get burnt

he'll get her to set the table whilst he's dishing up their plates (hers often slightly bigger)

eats her left overs when he's absolutely sure she doesn't want it

they don't eat lunch often

but they'll always snack on fruits throughout the day

honestly, Alpine lived on junk, stolen goods and poorly cooked food in her old home

with Bucky not only was she treated like a princess but she also lives on fresh fruits from the market which she no longer had to steal

but that didn't mean she didn't pick up on a few tricks

our girl is a little pickpocket and a damn good one now thanks to Bucky

not his proudest dad moment

but a proud moment as a mentor nonetheless

especially when she managed to steal enough cash for their shopping for a month

"Look at it!"

"Holy shi- Good job kid! Should send you in more often, huh?"

"You should? Are you missing your keys Bucky?"

"What no- Hey!"

honestly, she steals from him the most just because she finds it funny

mostly his door key, she likes making him look for it for a couple of minutes before telling him

little mischief maker (Bucky occasionally, affectionately calls her 'Bucluc' - Romanian for trouble/mischief)

whilst he'd pretty proud of her skills as a thief, he's actually most proud of her health

she's glowing now that she's actually being taken care of

but his proudest achievement is her hair

after years of matting, dirt, grime and grease in her hair, a few weeks of hard work and a lot

A LOT

of conditioning later

her hair was silky smooth

long and healthy if not without it's split ends

he's so proud of his efforts

honestly, her face when he'd detangled the last knot and washed and dried her hair

she was smiling so damn hard

playing with her hair

learning how to braid it (Bucky taught her)

tying it up in all sorts of ways

honestly, she's never been able to do anything with her hair and both of them are surprised by how long it actually was

Bucky makes a habit out of brushing her hair every night

it's oddly soothing for him and it becomes apart of their night time routine

Bucky will do his usual checks of the windows, making sure there no preventable surprises waiting for them before sending Alpine to get ready for bed

she'll get changed into pj's (kindly donated by the new tenant a few floors down after Alpine told her 'daddy's too poor to get her a new set')

brush her teeth

climb into bed

or if Bucky and her had been play fighting before hand (it had taken a few months but eventually they became really comfortable with each other's touch and Alpine had initiated their first 'fight' by climbing on top of the fridge and jumping on him)

man had a fucking heart attack

he'll 'throw' her on the bed and do a 'finishing move' on her before he's grinning and telling her to go to sleep

"I won sweetheart, you'll get me next time I'm sure."

"nu-uh! I let you win!"

he swears a few months ago this kid was somewhat normal and now she's climbing onto furniture to try and choke him out

never uses a lot of force and will always stop when her breathing starts getting a bit ragged much to her dismay

but he always get's her to sit and he brushes through her hair at the end of the day, braiding it before bed so that it doesn't get too knotted when she sleeps

he'll tell her stories of his childhood

the ones he can remember

and she loves them, normally falls asleep to them

then he'll wish her sweet dreams before going to relax before his own bed time

this is normally when he'll write in his journal, think about his past, wonder if he ever had a family

normal depressive Bucky Barnes stuff to be honest

speaking of

man was distraught when he had to trim Alpine's hair

the same neighbour Alpine had tricked into getting her clothes had once caught Bucky and Alpine on their way back up the stairs from a trip to the market

to give them more clothes for Alpine, which Bucky had accepted, playing the part of grateful father who promised to pay her back

which she refused as a lot of them were hand-me-downs from her own kids

her and Bucky had been talking about Alpine's hair, because he LOVES talking about it

"A lot of hard work went into this, her mother wasn't very good at keeping on top of it."

"Ah, you and you're wife separate?"

"Yeah, she took everything but luckily I got Alpine."

"She's a little cutie. Have you though about cutting her hair?"

"No."

"Oh! She likes it this long?"

"Loves it."

"My daughter had it this long once, it was so annoying! Hair everywhere, in the end it just became so damaged that we had to cut it. Good thing too, her scalp was so irritated and sore from the weight of it too."

"Ah, I see. Well, I'll have to look at it closely tonight. Thanks for the clothes again, what do you say Alpine?"

"Thank you!"

he raised her with MANNERS

and the ability to steal

that night, he's sat on the couch, Alpine on the floor in front of him and he's just looking at her hair

fucking split ends

it's looking a little dry

you can just tell it's been through a lot

honestly he's conflicted but he wants to make her hair healthy!

so he proposes the idea to Alpine and at first she's like okay

but then, they're in the bathroom, Alpine stood on a chair in front of the mirror, Bucky behind her with Scissors and they're both very hesitant

"I've changed my mind I like my hair now!"

"Al, sweetheart, we need to cut it. It's not as healthy as we think."

"NO! I like my hair!"

"It'll grow back, babydoll, but we need to cut it so it can grow back healthy."

eventually she agrees

she's crying

but she agrees to cut it to her shoulders, were there was less damage and more healthy hair

Bucky hesitates, but want's to promote the growth

in the end, after it's cut he has to hug Alpine all night

which he doesn't complain about

she's devastated because she can't do cute long braids anymore and even Bucky struggles to do it before bed

it falls out during the night and Alpine cries to Bucky the next morning because of it

but he cleans up the hair he spent fucking weeks detangling and nearly tears up himself

doesn't regret it but goddamn it he was so damn proud of her hair

genuinely distraught he can't even complain about Alpine being clingy for the next few days because she's devastated

when they're not being dramatic though, both of them are actually very wholesome

we know Bucky tells her stories of his childhood which she basically eats up

but sometimes he just doesn't have the memories

so, he teaches her how to read and write

it takes a while, but he's determined

he takes her to the local library, cap on and keeping his head low

he initially sends her in on her own, telling her to ask the librarian for a library card in her name

she's shaking her head and clinging to Bucky's arm

"She'll laugh!"

"She won't laugh"

"She will, what if she asks how to spell my name?"

"Al-"

"Please Bucky..."

he tries his best not to fall for it

but she's got a good puppy dog face

checks how many people are in the building, two and they're both very old

perfect

so he guides her in, going straight up to the front desk and keeps his face as hidden as possible

he can feel her squeezing his hand

"Hi, can I get my daughter a card?"

"Of course! What's your name sweetheart?"

"Alpine, miss."

"Alright and your surname?"

Bucky answers

"Barnes. Alpine Barnes."

"Could you spell that for me dear?"

Alpine is sending him a look which he grins at because it's a happy, excited look mixed with an 'i told you so'.

spells it out for her and let's Alpine wonder off to look at the books whilst he's getting the card

leans in and whispers

"Sorry about this, but I just wanted to ask if you had any recommendations for children who struggle to read?"

she's nodding and whispering back to him, understanding that Alpine was very sensitive about it, telling him what stickers he needed to look out for and which to avoid

after a while of browsing, Bucky and Alpine had managed to get quite a few books which would help her and be a good starting point

she's basically dragging him home because she's so excited to start reading

regrets it so hard a few weeks later when they've progressed to a more difficult learning book and she can't understand it

sat at the dining table and banging her head on the table because she's so frustrated with it

"I hate this book."

"Yeah, well we're not going back a level so keep trying."

tries a few more times before she's groaning and pulling at her hair

Bucky sighs and leans into his chair, also frustrated

is he teaching her well enough?

maybe something less formal would help

a more relaxing environment

standing, he goes to the couch and pulls the cushions off, placing them on the floor

Alpine thinks he's annoyed at her and starts apologising but he ignores her

grabs blankets and more pillows, setting up a little space for them to lay down on

get's himself comfortable before patting the space next to him

"Bring the book and get over here, bucluc."

Alpine jumps right up

a chance to cuddle her adoptive father and break the first rule

hell yeah

gets herself comfortable, using his arm as a pillow but doesn't want to read

begs him not to make her

so he calms her down and reads instead

gets a few sentences in before he starts to 'struggle' on a word which he knows Alpine definitely knows how to read

she'll help him with the word and he'll thank her before continuing and getting stuck again

repeats a few times before she eventually takes over, reading word for word and getting stuck

he'll help her and she'll get back into a rhythm of reading until she's finished the book or fallen asleep (he'll move her to the bedroom and laugh at her grumpy face in the morning)

this is how he teaches her form this point on, she manages a lot better when they're relaxed and she's cuddling into him

fucking cutie

writing comes a lot easier to her, especially when she knows how to read and knows the sounds letters make

obviously she's learning Romanian, but Bucky teaches her English at least as a spoken language

he manages to find some books which help with the written language but she hates learning it even more

he's speaking in English a lot more around her as well which is so frustrating

"English is stupid."

"Well, you know that statement in both English and Romanian so I'm taking that as a win."

".... What?"

surprises him by speaking in Korean, which he genuinely did not think she knew but then again it made sense?

When he says something she doesn't understand, she'll say something in Korean

Bucky does not know Korean

but he knows Japanese

it makes for a very, extremely crude translation

honestly they're both very petty but at least they're bilingual

the first thing she writes is her full name

'Alpine Barnes'

she then writes Bucky's name

he keeps them in his diary with her drawings

Let's be honest, Alpine is learning so much with Bucky

how to read

how to write

in Romanian and English (he can't teach her Korean but he's added it to the list)

how to feed herself

how to prepare food

to know her own limits

how to take care of her hair (even though she cries every time she needs a trim)

how to steal

how to gaslight innocent neighbours into giving her clothing

how to stab a man or blind him

again, not his proudest father moments

but he'd do anything to keep her safe from harm

she deserves to be happy and although he feels like he's failing, she's always got a smile on her face and seems happy enough

so he'll keep doing what he's doing, despite it being less then conventional

of course he's worried, but it's safe today that he's starting to get used to being a family

he doesn't know what the future holds, but he'll damn sure fight for the privilege that will be watching Alpine grow into a healthy young adult

[quietasides]

Hi love, first I want to say you don't have to answer me with a long essay or something, but I just want and need your opinion on something since you have been here since 2013 which means you're a veteran larrie. Could you please answer in private :)

There aren't many larries from those days left and I completely understand why. The fandom is becoming a mess. I would just like your opinion on one subject/aspect of Larry.

I have been back and forth analyzing stuff before but mostly after 1D took their hiatus. Louis' and Harry's lyrics, behavior, and signaling and I just don't understand it anymore. The new influx of larries think L and H broke up multiple times and had other relationships, but I don't know anymore.

Something inside me tells me that isn't what happened, but with their lyrics and everything else (stunts), I feel like I'm in the minority. That's why I would like to ask you one question, you can simply answer with a yes or a no. I'd love it if you could share your ideas or elaborate more, but I know not many larries like and feel comfortable sharing their ideas anymore....so please do so, if you can.

Do you think Louis and Harry have taken breaks/broke up since 2010 (with taking breaks I mean L and H still have a relationship but taking time apart and breaking up is self-explanatory)? And do you think they have slept/been with other people since 2010?

Hello! Thanks for your ask. I don't have a problem stating my opinion publicly. Do I think Louis and Harry have taken breaks or broken up over the past thirteen years, and do I think they have had a monogamous relationship throughout that time?

I think it's absolutely 100% impossible for any one of us here on tumblr to claim we know what's going on with Louis or Harry, together or separately, never mind open-to-interpretation clues and lyrics and imagery. It seems to me that it was a strategic business decision to utilize "Larry" signaling, and it serves a dual purpose of both promoting interest and offering a sort of smokescreen for whatever sort of private lives Louis and Harry lead. I think they're very smart to keep ambiguity around the situation, because I think it allows them a lot of privacy.

I've lived for enough years to know that people grow and change, relationships evolve, partners stay, partners go, deeply committed relationships fail for all sorts of reasons and thrive for just as many—so, really, hell if I know what's gone on behind anyone's closed doors, much less a couple of artists I've never met! I haven't been active in fandom since 2019, when I entered graduate school to get my masters in counseling, so I can state with absolute confidence I have no idea what's going on with their relationships and that really any stance is JUST AS VALID.

It's totally fun to speculate and enjoy analyzing stuff, and it's fun to gather "proof" etc.

People in a successful relationship have determined between them what works for them. Any relationship has its own course and only the people involved know what goes on. Ethical non-monogamy is perfectly acceptable; it's open and honest and no lying is involved. With cheating, there's lying and concealment, which damage a relationship and make it unsustainable without a lot of work to regain health.

I have no idea what's gone on between Louis and Harry, and where things stand between them in 2024. I do know that when they met, in 2010, Harry at 16 and Louis at 18 were not even halfway through their adolescence, which the latest research shows doesn't end until our mid- to late-twenties. Now, almost 14 years later, they are both adult men with a fair amount of life behind them. They now know themselves in completely different ways than they did then, when they were just beginning the journey of growing up.

I hope for each of them, both of them, that they are enjoying living contented lives in just the manner they would like, that they feel healthy and loved and okay just as they are, together, separate, whatever.

I hope that you, dear ziamswitchcraft, enjoy speculating and interpreting symbols and choosing for yourself what you think is true, with the kind understanding that it could only ever be partially true, and could well be false.

[humaforever]

I want to sit on their lap and feed them grapes.

(also Huma, obviously. Harry is talking about Uma)

Obviously their crew is involved, because I love them

______________________________

One lunch. That's all they wanted. One normal lunch.

But alas, Harry would not allow that, so the crew of the Lost Revenge would just have to suffer.

"Look at her Gil" Harry sighed dreamily

Gil glanced up in the direction that Harry was so intently staring at and found that Uma was talking to that Audrey girl. She seemed to be telling a story as she absently indulged on a fruit cup.

"I see her" Gil said, not paying much attention as his main focus was on his food

"Do you? Do you really? Because you don't seem to be admiring her beauty the way you should" Harry said

"I'll leave that to you Harry. Besides, she doesn't look any different than she did when she was sitting with us two minutes ago." Gil said

"It doesn't matter" Harry gripped Gil's arm "She got a new outfit, did ya see that?"

"Yes Harry, I've been with her all day" Gil said

"Do you see how pretty she looks in it!?" Harry said

"Yes Harry" Gil said flatly

Harry sighed as he dramatically laid half of his body on the table "Gods I just want to sit on her lap and feed her those grapes she's eating"

"YOU WANT TO WHAT!?" Jonas suddenly exclaimed, he had been avoiding the conversation before but he could no longer do that

Harry raised his brow at the other boy "You heard me"

"You are sick, you know that?" Jonas said pointing a fork at Harry

"I'll tell you when I find a fuck to give" Harry said

"It's just crazy to me that you would say that when you know there's children around" Bonny shook her head

"Children?" Harry questioned, as far as he was concerned there were no young children in sight

"Desiree, Harry. You know she's just a baby" Bonny said

"Fuck you!" Desiree exclaimed "I'm older than you!"

"Babies aren't allowed to say fuck" Gonzo told Desiree

"Forget the child, he said that right in front of my salad" Jonas said

Gil rolled his eyes "Here we go again with the salad"

"I'm starting to think that Jonas is more romantically involved with this salad than Harry is with Uma" Bonny said

"Not possible " Harry said "No one has ever been more romantically involved with anything or anyone than I am with Uma"

"Gag me with a knife" Gonzo muttered

"My salad is still present!" Jonas cried

"Fuck you and your salad Jonas" Harry said "I'll straddle Uma and feed her your god damn salad"

Jonas gasped

Desiree hit her head against Bonny's shoulder "I think I'm gonna puke"

"Didn't you ever learn about, I don't know, decency, privacy?" Bonny asked Harry

"No, and neither did you so I don't want to hear about it" Harry said

"Everyone around us can hear you Harry" Gil said

"Good, they need to know that I'm Uma's" Harry said

"Trust me, they know" Gonzo said

"I think that message was clear when she pinned you against the wall during the first day of class" Desiree said

Harry smiled widely "That was fun"

"Well, as long as you're having fun" Bonny said dryly

"As long as Uma's having fun" Harry clarified

Jonas chuckled "Man you are down so bad"

"Sounds like a compliment" Harry said "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go feed my girl a grape" he said as he got up and left the table

"At least that's over" Gil said as he watched Harry saddle up next to Uma

There was a moment of silence

"...I wanna feed Uma a grape" Desiree spoke

"Oh God, he's influenced the children!" Bonny cried

Jonas took Desiree's face in his hands "I know your feble young mind doesn't understand yet but this is not the path you want to take! Des we can't deal with another one!"

"Shut up. And get your hands off of me!" Desiree said slapping Jonas' hands

Gil and Gonzo shared an exasperated glance.

Who were they kidding, this crew would never catch a break from themselves.

[adambja]

People in my DMs asking for the free tapes BABYS I AM COMING TO ANSWER THE MESSAGES I AM LITERALLY OUTSIDE WITH FRIENDS TONIGHT SO YEAH I WILL HAVE SOME FUN BY FINISHING ALL OF THIS!!!!!

Guys btw I won't let any mad blogger stop me from selling my paid tapes cuz wtf I literally worked so hard to make that good sh and everyone got a taste from my free tapes

These free tapes are just a taste from all that I have

(this doesn't mean I will stop the free tapes project) BUT I WILL BE MORE FOCUSED ON THE PAID TAPES FROM NOW!!!

Also yes I am using "void success" cuz I helped a lot of people who wanted to enter the void

It's literally my fkin right - I BREAK THE RULES - sue me SUE MEE OKAY??? THAT'S IT

Anyways whatever you are a hater or not a hater I appreciate you cause you are talking about me and you are making people see your truth and my truth at least I have tapes that work very well not like that anon's tapes it's not like my tapes at all

I hope everyone really gets to try everything then decide what they want on their own away from these weird bloggers who think they have an influence on me or anyone! 😭🫶🏻

I love you buttercup again be independent try everything then decide what do you want

Also about the void success again

You gonna ask ARE YOU sCaMMinG people about void success because no one shared it before!

Yes I don't actually force them or even ask them to share it!!!!!!!! I never do because they paid me they deserve to have their privacy! I literally have a sheet of every client and everything I gave them and what is their situation as if I am an online clinic and it's one another laptop that I actually don't connect to the internet I really care about their information and their privacy!!

So yeah I don't care if you understand me or now anymore man I know my worth and I know what I bring the table and I will never stop it

Yes I won't deactivate because people here need someone to guide them right

Even like I will have a lot of posts in early December about self-concept and the subconscious mind and even how to know your beliefs and how to understand what is your issue

Also how to make your own tapes and the right affs because after February I won't be here

Why February, adambja?

Why February girlie? why not now?

Because people paid me nearly 210 client rn paid for coaching and they have to get it

Them numbers are increasing quickly I wanna scream or even manifest that they just want the tapes so I can live my life normally again 😭!

And I am thinking about leaving completely and opening my clinic again in NYC because I will take $400 per session instead of this BS here and the amount of trauma dumbing I get 💀!!! Not my moots tho y'all are in the safe space!!!

Anyways you are blocked if you don't believe in me!

[solarmagickstar]

Hello sunny babes it's another shining day (for some, weather and all) and today I'm not sure what I'll find, I think it's best if I don't share much of what I'm reading until I'm sure it's accurate, it's the internet and I've been burned before lol I'm ganna take my time and truly soak it in.

What I will share here are probably poems art and probably pictures of the tools I use and how I made there or where I got them (although for privacy reasons anything local I might not be able to share, I will however show how I searched for these places and where they are typically located.)

I'm a bit of a perfectionist and I'm really really really trying not to be, it's taking quite a toll but learning about Chaos Magick has made me feel a little better about myself already. Not 100% obviously but at least I'm getting positive aspects out of it.

The only negative I'd say is explaining myself to others on why I do this? It's difficult cause the only way to describe it is in ways they already make fun of. I have been able to explain it to some, it was difficult only because my own past hangups kept interrupting the present. I kept seeing myself and how I would talk about this subject. I wasn't a hater so to speak, I was mostly like "not my thing" ya know? But still in a bit of an obnoxious kinda way tbh, in a way that wasn't very fair to anyone who practiced or even to myself.

I spent a lot of time suppressing my own sense of wonder. I began writing to put it somewhere but even that consumed me. I was so expressive no one could stop me. I would draw and decorate everything I owned. I was depressed, disoriented and hate no idea what I wanted to do or how to say how I feel. Everything I wrote began to be about how I perceived my environment. Sure it was childish and a little silly at times, but when I look back and read it I can see myself really trying to express something. Some of which I was beginning to understand.

When I had my first kid I noticed they would regularly hum and sing to themselves, they made up stories about their OCs. I would listen to them and talk to them about them and ask questions, I wanted to understand their expressions, their joys, sadness, indifference, and playfulness.

I don't know what to call it other than Magick, after reading it over and over again through a lot of systems of Magick, it almost always comes back to the belief and validation of your feelings and expressions. Rituals help tap into that, in many many many different ways. That's what I like to look for at least. I am open to finding literally anything I could never imagine, I suppose that's part of the enjoyment I get out of this process, I'll always be wrong about something which means there will always be something new!

Anyway I hope you all have a bright sunny day! (if you're supposed it lol) 🧡☀️🧡☀️

[roxyaftermidnight]

Vault Entry #1

the Paranormal Liberation War happened much sooner and before the Shie Hassaikai raid

i think i knew i was going to die against gigantomachia or, at the very least, i knew something would go wrong, and i would likely die in the process. turns out i was right.

i..had asked [name redacted for headmate's privacy] to stuff me into an animatronic suit; she didnt question me, and did as i asked. i knew it brought up bad memories for her, but i believe she knew it wasnt the same. i asked her too; it was willing, i wanted to; she knew that.

i wasnt ready to leave this plane of existence yet, and she suspected this, but never outright said anything. i learned later on she felt the same way

Nighteye survived the initial raid but was killed 2 weeks later jhsdgvj

i laughed at him lmao. imagine narrowly avoiding death and then actually being deleted immediately after recovering somewhat lmao what a loser (all in good fun + lighthearted. i act as his dead therapist now its okay /g /g)

he was stuffed into Glamrock Bonnie

i screamed when i found out lol. like "HOLY SHIT?? YOURE LIKE ME..." and then LEARNING WHO HE REALLY WAS?? genuinely freaked tf out and demanded POLITELY ASKED FOR an explanation if he was ok with that and oh my go d. i genuinely cried

bro didnt deserve it, especially not after losing an arm + thinking everything was fine now :/

he didnt share details?? mainly cuz he didnt. know what killed him in the end. which Wow ok.

[name redacted] believes her father had something to do with it. which. fair. man's a dick lol. i wouldnt want him near my family either.

note: the Megaplex was under construction since what would be the beginning of the bnha manga. it was finished around a month or two..? after the Shie Hassaikai raid. another note: the events of the manga happened across the span of a few years, instead of a SINGLE ONE. good lord, all of that happening in a single year?! god. how those kids didnt combust from stress ALONE is anyone's guess.

myself and Nighteye were placed into the suits (which were designed and built by [name redacted] for this purpose [she had been working on them for a while apparently??) 2 weeks after the Megaplex's construction had finished

While initially Nighteye grumbled and complained about being forced into a large rabbit robot against his will, he eventually came to terms with it

tbh idk why [name redacted] did that?? probably out of grief. i mean..i would have too..especially if my own family fuckin kicked it 2 weeks after ALMOST dying :/

he slapped her when he found out (UNDERSTANDABLE) but hugged her after

i guess he didnt want to leave either. i think it was the whole "being put into an animatronic against my will" thing that had him upset

i woulda been too dont get me wrong

but it all turned out fine in the end. i guess.

we're still dead but at least we can see our loved ones again..we were lucky, having someone who was Able To do this for us...

i owe her everything.

poor woman has been through way too much. the least we can do is be there for her in return. she deserves THAT much, i'd think.

see ya next time ^-^

[catebees]

Still thinking about Marian and her way to approach her own feelings.

She was always too busy, "introspection is for the rich folk who have fuckall to do all day. I've got fields to till" (or whatever, I still don't know what she'd do in Ferelden, definitely not mercenary work).

Because of this she very rarely knows what's going on in her head. For most of the time it was a constant whispered uneasiness, like an ache in your bones that will never really leave if you keep breaking your back. And it's not like she can stop, so like. Why address it. It just became background noise.

I wonder how different it would all have been if she had had the tools to figure it out sooner. If she could have been more comfortable in her gender identity, if she could have understood earlier what exactly she wanted and what she could give.

She doesn't realise she doesn't want to be a "woman" until inquisition. "I thought it was normal to dislike being called a lady." Everybody called her Hawke for so long and that felt so good because she was almost a thing, Just A Person. Bull and Krem just look at her like 👁👁

And the same thing goes for romance. She always had people she found interesting and wanted to get to know, people she wanted to impress. She definitely craved some sort of intimacy but never really knew how to get it. A bit of bread shared in the shade with the farmers or a cold drink after work, a job well done, laughter, a slap on the back - that went a long way. That was enough.

The first year in Kirkwall was pretty much the same, the people were different but the beats were there. She probably picked one or two interesting people of the group to exchange looks with and have something to talk about.

Then Varric comes around. Then Merrill and Isabela, Fenris, Anders, Sebastian. That empty space gets filled. And it stays like that for years. And she would be satisfied. Except that this time she gets picked. And when she looks across the table Fenris looks back and it's not some almost-stranger. With them, she could never imagine anything happening. It was a past time. She would always fold before anyone could take her up on her offer.

Fenris chips away at her defences without her noticing, and the same happens to him. And at one point they realise that they can't stay apart.

When I say at one point I mean extremely late. With all that happens in Kirkwall there's no time to stop and figure out what this sort of feeling means. Fenris is the one who initiates things and when he leaves, all she worries about is his wellbeing.

Years later, he is the one asking to try again. And that's what makes it all starts to make sense. "So this is what it feels like to be happy". Which is extremely dangerous.

I said it before but Marian thinks she's cursed. Not like "a witch put a spell on me" but "From Clear Evidence, everybody I love gets taken away from me." It doesn't help that the city is also Disaster Central.

(At one point she develops a sympathy for Saemus Dumar. Nothing romantic, he's much younger than her, but she likes him. Maybe she sees some hope for the future in that kid. She maybe talked with him twice but every time she sees his about she hopes he has a nice day. When he gets killed she wonders if she somehow brought that on him.)

So she never tells Fenris she loves him. They start sleeping -just sleeping- together and it's so obvious how much they care for each other.

The sex is there. It's nice, it's fun. It's a way for Fenris to savour his freedom and to replace bad memories with much sweeter ones. Secretly, she's also conditioning herself. Replacing her first reaction to love with happiness instead of fear.

Some mornings when they're in their new little home in Ferelden, Bethany will go out early with Peach and stay in town for a while. The house is small and they all sleep in one room. When Marian wakes up Fenris is sitting at her side with breakfast. Sometimes they thank Bethany for the privacy. More often they let the hours go by in bed, finally being allowed to slow down.

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Heyy!

I'm the one who asked about the Rayleigh comforting. So since you said I should choose two more characters I would like to see Rosinante and Kuzan!

Stay safe! <3

sure thing! I've never written for those two before, so this should be fun

How the OP men would comfort you during a panic attack part 2!

Silvers Rayleigh

It was late when Rayleigh arrived t the bar, he had had the loveliest weekend. And now it was time to come home to his little family, but he had a problem. Shakey had locked the door and the key that they kept above the door frame for him to use had fallen to the ground, and he had accidentally kicked it under the door. Last time he had just kicked down the door, but that led to him nearly getting his head shot off by his wife, and scaring you. Rayleigh rubbed the back of his neck and noticed that a window on the second floor was open. After a running start Rayleigh managed to scale the wall and scramble into the window without making too much of a racket.

Rayleigh made his way to the room that he shared with Shakky, letting her know he was home. On his way he noticed the door to your room was wide open and your bed was empty. After letting Shakky know he was home, Rayleigh made his way through the house and bar looking for you. He found you curled up in a booth in the bar, shaking and hyperventilating. He plopped himself down next to you and rubbed your back. When you jerked away from him, he hummed, "hey hey, it's alright. It's me, don't be afraid darlin', just breathe."

You eventually relaxed under his touch and your breathing returned to a normal rate. You mumbled, "sorry I had a nightmare about my father, and I had to get out of my room."

Rayleigh nodded his head in understanding and said, "no need to ever apologize for that, let me get you a drink."

"I'm not sure if I should." You sigh, watching him make his way around the bar.

Rayleigh laughed, "You had a panic attack that's all, it's not like you're depressed."

You bobbed your head in agreement, and he made you for favorite cocktail and told you about his adventures.

Donquixote Rosinante

Rosinante sighed as he walked down the street, he puts a cigarette between his lips, and noticed someone hunched over in a nearby alley. He knew he should probably ignore them, but he was too soft-hearted. The gangly man wandered over and without breaking his character he groused, "oi, what you on the ground for?"

What he was not expecting was to see your tear stained face look up at him. Rosinante sank to his knees and whispered, "is everything okay?" He had not wanted to take you long on this mission, it was too dangerous, and you were just an average marine. When you explained that you were having a panic attack, because you had mistaken someone at the market for your father, and that you'd be fine once you calmed down.

Rosinante nodded his head thoughtfully, as he covered you with his cloak. He kicked a box closer to you and let himself drop onto his makeshift seat. His eyes dart around their surroundings before he threw up a sound barrier. Rosinante watched your shoulders relax when silence fell round you, and he pulled his lighter out of his pocket and lit his cigarette. After taking a long drag off it to get a bud going, he held it out to you.

"so you think Law will stick around for much longer?

"oh yeah, that boy is determined, also it's not like he's going to go unless we give him an alternative to this life." You sighed.

Rosinante frowned, his small talk seemed to just bum you out instead of distracting you. He needed to get you to the privacy of your shared home. "Do you think you can manage to walk home with me?" He asked, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

When you agreed, he walked you home, keeping an eye out for anyone following you.

And as soon as he had closed the door behind him, Rosinante pulled you into a tight hug. He rubbed your back and whispered in you your hair, "I promise you, you'll never have to deal with your parents alone again. I will always be there or on my way there."

Aokiji Kuzan

When Kuzan entered his office Lukas, his assistant pinched his nose and snapped, "why do you smell like that?”

The tall man sighed and explained that he had taken a shortcut through the shopping district on his way back from lunch. And that a salesperson had trapped him in a conversation and sprayed cologne on him to sample. Lukas's upper lip curled in disgust and grumbled that his partner was waiting for him in his office.

A smile spread out on Kuzan's face, and he hurried into his office. As you rose from your seat to greet him, he closed the space between you in three easy smooth steps, and he took you into his arms.

Much to his surprise, you immediately ripped yourself away from him and fell backwards onto his desk.

"Whoa whoa whoa, darling, what's wrong,” Aokiji exclaimed, trying to help you to your feet.

You smacked his hands away and said, "that cologne it's your usual one."

After explaining himself, he asked, "does this one bother you?"

Your response was barely a whisper, but he heard it. "It's the scent my father used to wear."

"Oh I see, I'll be right back please wait here." Kuzan replied, as he stripped his shirt and vest off, his sleep mask falling off in the process. He turned around and marched out of his office. Kuzan threw the clothes at his assistant and uttered an order to have them destroyed.

The tall man strode into the courtyard in front of his office and threw himself into the large fountain in its center. He ignored the strange looks from passersby and focused on scrubbing the cologne off his skin

"what do you think you're doing admiral Aokiji!" The familiar voice of Sengoku rang out from across the yard.

"oh hey, Fleet Admiral, is your goat with you? ” Kuzan asked.

Sengoku gestured to his side as he approached, where the small goat walked beside him. At the edge of the fountain the goat jumped up on the edge to try and get attention from Sengoku, where Kuzan snatched him up and rubbed him all over his body.

The older man gawked at him in horror as Kuzan asked, "how do I smell? ”

"Like wet goat, and chlorine, you lunatic."

Kuzan handed the goat back to his teacher and made his way back you your side. You were curled up on his couch when he arrived, your tears dry, but your eyes were still red. You wrinkled your nose and said, "you smell like a wet dog."

The black haired man grinned at you and replied, "wonderful, I would like to claim my hug now."

He pulled you into his arms and collapsed on the couch as you playfully shrieked that he was getting your clothes wet. He made you flowers out of ice, and tucked your head under his chin. You mumbled your thanks as he started to hum.

[stranger-chichka]

The reason Will and Barbara being taken into the Upside Down by the demogorogon is their feelings?

Something about @aemiron-art mentioning only Will and Barbara were taken to the Upside Down by the demogorgon drew my attention, so I started to look for more Will/Barb parallels. Here is what I’ve found (idk if anyone already wrote about it). They're followed with my thoughts and theories, be free to share yours because that's what Tumblr and this show are for!

Vanishing of Will/Barb

The scenes of their vanishings are identical - both hear growls behind, turn around and see a demogorgon. Then there’s something wrong with the electricity and after a moment - no sign of Will/Barb.

Will is taken by the demogorgon after saying “it was a 7” to Mike and having no response from him. What if it symbolises he told Mike how he feels about him? He couldn't lie to him although Lucas said it's okay. What if it was a kind of love confession and Mike ignored it (not on purpose of course. We see the moments of miscommunication between these two every season), so Will is taken into the Upside Down (=experiences internalized homophobia. Now, Barb. What if she was also in love with her best friend? What if the reason the demogorgon took her into the Upside Down too was her realisation that her feelings would never be reciprocated and they would never be together.

So, metaphorically, everything connected to the Upside Down represents how a person feels when their feelings aren’t reciprocated/when they’re rejected. Recently, I was thinking about Dart and how he may represent Mike and Will’s feelings, but now I feel like Dart represents Mike’s feelings in particular to Will (he’s growing throughout the whole s2 and we see Mike’s feelings toward Will become stronger, but then El closes the gate and he’s dead = Mike tries to bury his feelings toward Will in s3, but we see that demogorgons are alive in Russia). So, if Dart represents Mike’s love toward Will then the demogorgon that took Will and Barb represents their repressed love towards Mike and Nancy. They’re feeling awful and ashamed about themselves, a mistake. That feeling consumes them, takes them to the Upside Down.

Pizza scenes

Now I want you to look at this parallel. This is the first time we see Nancy in s1 and she’s talking with Barb about Steve. Dustin wants to treat her pizza, but she refuses. Who else refuses to eat pizza in s4, but then tries and likes it? Mike. Nancy doesn’t eat pizza, because she doesn’t love Barb romantically, but Mike does love Will that way.

Nancy & Barbara talking

“You’re better still hang out with me, that's what I’m saying” and “Can we play D&D now?”

Another two parallels are actually Nancy/Mike parallels, but it’s connected to Barb, so I added them. Both Nancy and Mike are acting weird and pretending to be someone else while dating Steve/El.

knockoff/nack (shoutout to @mikesbreathcatches for this one) = fake.

In this parallel Mike is paralleled to Steve and El - to Nancy. However initially, Nancy doesn’t want to change in front of Steve and asks for some privacy, but then changes her mind, and El starts undressing in front of the boys, but Mike stops her and tells her to go to the bathroom for some privacy.

Nancy & Barb in the car before Steve's party

In this scene Barb drives Nancy to Steve and we see she doesn’t want to go to that party. She calls the situation stupid and stupid=love, because “only love makes you that crazy and that’s stupid”, so she basically tells Nancy that she loves her and that is why she doesn’t want to be there with her, because she’s going to be with Steve and it would hurt Barb. But Nancy reminds Barb about the promise (“promise” has platonic connotations in the show and is associated with Mike/El and Hopper/El) and that this is going to be fun. After this Barb says Nancy that the reason Steve actually invited her to his home is he only wants to sleep with her and that Nancy is not that stupid (=Nancy doesn’t love Barb romantically). Nancy once again asks Barb to come with her so she wouldn’t do anything stupid (=so she wouldn’t fall in love).

We know what happened. Nancy stays at Steve’s and lets Barb go home alone and her heart is broken because of it. Mike lets Will go home alone and his heart is broken because Mike didn’t get the message, the confession.

If you’re still with me then you’ve already read the posts of incredible @kaypeace21 I added above. Her theories inspired me to look deeper in the show and i with she continued analysing it :c So, she also wrote a post on the “Rebel Robin” book and there is this quote where Barb is mentioned:

“Barb is like me…” And we know that Robin is a lesbian from s3 (and yes, I know that the information from these books isn’t official information and we can’t trust it 100%, but still).

My final thought - I do believe it’s not a coincidence Barbara and Will were taken into the Upside Down by the demogorgon. I think the reason Barbara died and Will stayed alive is because Will’s love was mutual - Mike loved him back romantically, not platonically. Unfortunately, Nancy loved Barb only as a friend and we know, she tried so hard to save her, she just couldn’t, because her love was different.

As I already said, I do believe to defeat Vecna and to destroy the Upside Down Mike and Will should confess to each other and stop to be ashamed of their feelings, they should accept themselves. These two, as a couple, will play a key role in the final battle. As Matthew Modine posted on Twitter: “All you need is love.”