#but I shouldn’t be he’s such a grumpy not trusting person love him

[screaming-internally]

I’m so happy rn!! I finished reading borealis series and I finally started iron on iron! And the joy it brings me is indescribable; the moment when they all met in one room-and ofc it wasn’t a normal accidental meeting!!- the only thing missing was the popcorn for me cause I love all of them, and I missed them so much! Just the banter, humour, teasing and arguing is ajgkgkg I’m like Jem just grinning and enjoying the entertainment. Can someone stop the world, it has to stop exists so I can do nothing else but read this series!

[lolitastories]

Ours

Rafe Cameron

Description: This will be a short story on how two people who love each other find their way back to one another. They have a child together and have to focus on giving her the best version of themselves.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

No matter the reason why Rafe and I weren’t officially together could ever make me deny him seeing his daughter. Rafe and I were two young to know what life would bring us after we met 4 years ago. At 19 I needed a change after graduating high school, so I moved to the outer banks. My friends came over to visit and when our pre campfire on the beach was rudely interrupted by a drunk girl, Rafe was there to watch as his friend Topper stopped the girl from starting a fight with one of my friends. My friend was more confident than me and invited them to stay and enjoy the sunset, since then Rafe and I spent most of our free days together. 3 years later I found out we were pregnant. Now I won’t admit I was scared because I wasn’t. Yet per my mother, my actions would tell you otherwise. When I found out I couldn’t block Rafe out of my life for even a day before he started sending constant messages and calling. I definitely couldn't ignore when he would personally go out of his way to come and find me. I was running out of places to hide so I had decided to move back home for a bit. I couldn’t stay too long because it would make my family suspicious, so thankfully being in my first trimester gave me the advantage to knock that reason out of the way. But soon I had to go back and face the decision I had made. The time back home had given me 3 weeks to think how and when I was going to tell Rafe about our future child. Since I was young, I knew I always wanted to be a mother, not this young but truthfully, I was jumping on clouds. The one thing I wanted to make sure before getting pregnant was choosing the right father for my children. He needed to be kind, loving, protective, but most of all understanding. Rafe was all of that and more. Not only did he have all those traits he also made me feel comfortable around him. He was the first man in my life that took care of the little girl who was scared to show herself. He brought out the pain and made it disappear. So, as I walked over to his property in Tanny hill I was determined to settle with whatever he chose to do with the information, that was until I saw him and another girl in his kitchen sharing a drink. I shouldn’t have gone into conclusion, but I was pregnant, and all my emotions were everywhere. I trusted him and when he found out I was back on the island he came to find me. He told me who she was and how he loved me. If it was me alone, I would jump on his arms and take him back, but it wasn’t. I needed to think of the little creature growing inside of me now, so after telling him I was pregnant I also told him I needed time to think about us. I wasn’t testing him, but this little person has become my world, and I needed to prepare to give them my all before welcoming it to the real world.

“We don’t like it here.” I hear the low and grumpy tone coming from behind me. As I turn, I let out a chuckle seeing Rafe and our daughter sharing the same expression. He had her hooked up to his chest as we were making our way to yet another antique store.

“I can understand it from her, but you need to stop acting like a baby.” I shut the tailgate of his trunk and started walking. I heard another groan but soon enough his heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer until he was walking alongside me.

“Promise me you won’t be like your mommy?” I roll my eyes and shake my head. I knew where this sentence was going. “Well,” I could feel his eyes on me, but I continued to walk towards the entrance of the store. “Maybe the good parts but when it comes to shopping, I hope you will drain my bank account at decent stores.” I grab the door hand and pull it open. Rafe walks in giving me a teasing look. I don’t respond knowing it would only lead to a longer conversation down a hole I don’t like. I walk over to grab a cart and walk over to where Rafe is waiting for me. “Every time you come into an antique store you buy nothing. Why do you always bring a cart?”

“Habit.” I shrug as I begin to look around. My mother, siblings and I would enjoy a Saturday in thrift stores and antique shops. We would later get food and rush home with a smile on our faces, it didn’t matter if we were carrying 12 bags or nothing, we were happy.

“Habits do die hard.” He says in a lower tone. I straightened up looking over to him as he played with our daughter's hands. I walk closer, placing my hands over his.

“And I am very proud of you Rafe,” As I looked into his eyes, I felt words choking to get out, but I held them down.

“What a beautiful baby.” Our heads turn looking over to a mid-thirties lady? as she smiled towards us. “Oh, look at her tiny shoes!” She squealed coming over to touch her small shoes. “I remembered my kid's feet being this small, almost making me want another little one.” We laugh alongside her. “Are you two planning to have more?” That question made my smile fade really quick. I looked over to Rafe who had a similar expression. “Either way you two are still young. Enjoy her this little and as much as possible because time goes by fast. You spend your time on things other than family and when you decide to give it priority it's too late.” Her words were like a knife stabbing me right in the heart.

“How many kids do you have?” I could hear their conversation faintly. My fingers began to tighten along the cart's handle. My body began to heat up while my head was spinning.

“Well, it was nice to talk to you two, but I have to find my two devils running around here somewhere.” I was functioning enough to give her a smile before she walked away.

“You, okay?” Rafe moves closer looking over my face. I nod slowly before shaking the uneasiness away and smiling up at him again.

“Yeah. We need to hurry if we want to catch the other stores before they close.” Rafe groans, throwing his head back.

“Oh, we wouldn’t want that now, would we?” I raised my hand to playfully shove him but then I remembered he was holding our daughter. “Did you see that?” he exaggerated as he turned to look down. “Mommy was trying to hurt daddy.” I roll my eyes and turn around to continue walking. My heart was melting when I heard our baby giggling at his fake studded words. “See, she agrees with me.”

“She does because she is such a daddy’s girl.” I turn my head to see Rafe smiling proudly as our baby looks up to him in admiration. “Just wait until she starts dating,” I bite my lips holding back a laugh to how fast his smile fell. “She will put you second,” I teasingly whispers.

“No, she would not! I will make sure of it because she won’t date until I am dead” I come to a halt and turn around to face him.

“I am %110 percent sure she would choose him and fight against you to keep the boy around.”

“Nothing backs up your statement.” He keeps his head high.

“She is a girl.” I simply state. “She will be smart but at the end of the day she is a girl. And as a girl myself I know it will happen because I happened to me,” He looks down with confusion on his face.

“What?” He questioned.

“I argued with my father because of a boy, till this day he still doesn’t like him. but I would do it again.” I don’t regret getting into an argument because of him. I choose the right choice to protect the boy's name, because he keeps on defying everything my father said he was going to do and be. “But don’t worry too much, you two will be okay.”

“Are you and your dad, okay?” I shake my head. I haven’t even told them I had a child. I know my father loved me but until I had Rafe, and I figured out, he would never accept it. I also am not in a hurry because it's my life and I am very happy.

“We will be.” I let out a sigh seeing how even our daughter was keeping quiet. “Let go because I am already hungry.” I smile, turning around to focus back on the shelves. I picked up a small book that read Collection Shakespeare: Hamlet. Before I opened it the book was taken from my hand. Rafe’s face comes to sit right beside my ear. His hot breath fanned down my neck and I could feel his smile radiate against my skin.

“Well until that happens, I can be your daddy,” He slowly whispers. His warm breath moves closer, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes when he places a kiss on the crook of my neck. It had been so long since I felt his lips on such a little intimate spot. When I regained my conscious back, he had already parted. I turned around to him, opening the small yellow book. “I will start by reading my two girls a book” I opened my mouth to speak but he held up his fingers to shush me. I watch our daughter enticed by his voice as he reads Hamlet. His eyes following along the words and looking over to me, when he sees a smile placed on my lips he continues his interpretation of the book. I lean against the cart and watch as he continues to be and grow into the father I prayed for my children.

[featherandferns]

rumours : where are they now?

jj maybank x grumpy!fem!reader

content warnings: mentions of sex and drugs

word count: 1.2k.

read rumours | Thank you so so much for 1000 followers!!! Since starting this blog in May of 2023, I have written so many characters and storylines. I get so many lovely anon messages telling me about their favourite universes and wondering what happens next after my fics have ended. So, I thought to celebrate 1000 followers, I’d indulge. Here’s the (current) where are they now for all of my fics so far…

There was a rumour that you didn’t like Sarah Cameron. 

“Did you know Sarah’s scared of you?”

You frown and turn your head to face JJ. Your feet are sprawled out on his lap and one of his hands is occupied by rubbing the sole of your foot absentmindedly over your sock. His other is fidgeting with his lighter, a small tick you’d picked up on a while ago, and one that was somehow both adorable and sexy. 

“What?” you chuckle. 

“Yeah, she’s full on fucking scared of you.”

“That’s stupid,” you grumble. His finger slips to a ticklish spot and you flinch. He apologies and the two of you continue. 

“I think that she thinks that you don’t like her,” JJ explains. 

“I don’t like most people,” you shrug. “She shouldn’t take it personally.”

“You like me though,” JJ says. You frown at him, pretending to contemplate it, and JJ squishes that same ticklish spot to make you crack. Squealing, you try to wriggle out of his hold but his other hand abandons the lighter, latching around your lower leg and keeping you in place. 

“Get off me, freak,” you giggle, trying to sound vindictive. 

JJ laughs quietly as he pulls you towards him. You know what he’s after and he won’t let up until you indulge. Sighing, as if it’s some great burden, you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. He’s quick though. JJ turns his head and presses his lips to yours, kissing you with such fever that it makes you laugh. It only gets funnier with how you feel him twitch under his sweatpants, against your feet. 

“You’re such a guy,” you light-heartedly berate. 

“Damn straight,” JJ grins boyishly. “Your guy.”

“Unfortunately,” you grin, kissing him again. Then, feeling the need to clarify, “I do like Sarah, by the way. She doesn’t need to be scared of me.”

JJ reconnects your lips, giving the slightest of nods. Breaking apart, you lean to retrieve the television remote from the coffee table. 

“Which one’s this one?” JJ asks. 

“Gentlemen Prefer Blondes,” you reply, clicking on the title and pressing play. 

The two of you get situated, comfortable on JJ’s couch (his dad out somewhere, giving you both some peace). JJ rolls a joint as the opening credits start. He’d traded in smoking cigarettes for smoking joints, and whilst you still didn’t love it, it was a lesser of two evils. 

As a way for JJ to make it up to you, he’d agreed to watch all the movies he claimed he liked when he was first trying to score you. That education journey turned into weekly movie nights, with JJ pretending to be tortured every time despite obviously enjoying each one you showed him. He liked the Clint Eastwood ones especially, which did not surprise you in the slightest. The ones with the cowboys and the gunfights and the plots that are as loosely tied together as a pasta necklace. 

It was hard to trust him again. Harder still to believe him. You hated that it was that way and hoped that with time it would pass. There didn’t feel as though there was a wall up between the two of you, but you did feel as though you still held yourself back just slightly. You couldn’t help it. You were careful to let people in as it was and after being made a fool of once, you were in no hurry to relive it again. Especially now, when your feelings had only grown for him. It’s so annoying how easy it is to love JJ Maybank. What an asshole. 

“I am proud of the earrings. Heirlooms, you know. Been in the family for ages.”

“You’d never know it - they look just like new!”

“Oh…quite. You might be interested in my tiara. I always carry it with me - afraid to leave it in the state room.”

“And you’re not afraid to show it to Lorelia?” 

“Now stop, she won’t know you’re teasing.”

You glance over to JJ to check he’s enjoying it. As much as you liked to pretend to give him hell for what he did, you didn’t want to subject him to something he didn’t care for. He always said he liked to read the things you would write and produce on your gifted typewriter (arguably the most important and valuable thing in your bedroom). You’d taken to making short movies and films, signing up for a video class at school, and he insisted on watching every picture. It wasn’t all one sided though: you’d join him to surf and fish and had tried to get him to teach you how to skate. He’d introduced you to his friends and you liked them - especially Sarah Cameron. You just weren’t particularly good at being approachable. You didn’t do the hugging and gossiping thing with your friends. Instead, you preferred to sit and observe and listen, and pass judgement only from time to time. 

When you look at JJ, you’re surprised to find his gaze already set on you. Quietly laughing, you furrow your brows as if to silently ask ‘what is it?’ You can see the effect of the weed already setting in by his demeanour. 

“What’d I do to get you?” JJ asks. 

“You were paid by a guy to take me out,” is your deadpan response. 

He rolls his eyes and tosses his head back. “Come on, man!”

“I’m kidding!” you giggle, poking his chest with your foot. “You were cursed in a past lifetime, is what I meant to say.”

“Hell of a curse,” JJ grins, seemingly to himself. 

“I’ll say,” is your snorting response. “Do you like the movie?”

The two of you glance back to the screen as if prompted by your question. Marilyn Monroe, beautiful blonde hair almost shining through the old saturated screen, sits pretty in a purple sweater. The tiara has just been planted on her head, sparkling every which way with every tiny diamond. 

“You’d look good in that,” JJ mumbles. 

“The tiara?”

“Yup.”

“Aw. You too, babes.”

“I’m serious,” JJ chuckles. The two of you turn your attention gladly back on one another. “Marilyn Monroe ain’t got a thing on you.”

“Maybe if I give you fifty bucks you’ll think different,” you can’t help but joke. JJ tosses his head back with another award winning groan. 

“Dude! Seriously? I'm tryn'a be romantic here.” 

Feeling slightly bad - worried your borderline cruel sense of humour might be too much - you practically crawl into his lap. Your fingers stroke lovingly at his jaw, coaxing his face to meet yours. Smiling, you lean forward and tenderly press your lips onto his: a delightful feeling of arousal and peacefulness stirring inside you when you do. Breaking apart, you whisper against his mouth: 

“No regrets, screw-boy.”

He kisses you again. Then, swift as a kite, he balances his joint between his lips like some sort of red-neck before hooking his hands under your ass, picking you up and tossing you onto your back on the sofa. Your giggles are soon silenced by his lips on yours once more. As the movie fades into the background, attention now elsewhere, you get the feeling that you were the best fifty bucks JJ Maybank ever earnt and ever spent. 

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Storm Cloud Kisses

Summary : He was sunshine, I was midnight rain.

Word Count : 0.9k

Warnings : not proofread, 2am writing (you can really tell sorry), swear, petnames (eddie calls reader Angel), shitty parents, minor angst, fluffy, idiots in love.

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It scares him sometimes, how much you mean to him. Terrifies him. You just walked into his life, like a grumpy little rain cloud on a sunny day. He was whipped.

He adored you as soon as he laid eyes on you. People could easily say the same with you, the only person you had a soft spot for was the Munson boy.

You teased him sure, but you were never mean. You couldn’t bear the thought of making him frown. It hurt your heart to think such things.

Even though you both felt that way, neither of you would admit it. Eddie felt you were too good for him, and you felt like he deserved better. All in all, you were both idiots.

“Good morning,” Eddie spoke as you climbed into his van, you only grunted in return. Shifting over to rest your head on his shoulder. “You okay?” he asked.

“Tired.”

“Didn’t sleep well?”

“Nope. They were up late again.”

“Why don’t you come stay with me and Wayne, catch up on sleep?”

“I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Trust me, Angel, you’re not.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm, after school we’ll come here, get some stuff and then you can stay at mine.”

“Thanks Eddie.”

“Anytime.”

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The school day seemed to drag, glaring at anyone who breathed too loud. Walking down the hall in your own world you bumped into someone.

“Watch where you’re going freak!” Jason Carver shouted, trying and failing to push you into a locker. Grabbing him by the wrist you pulled him close, “Ever shove me again and I’ll chop your minuscule little friend off, understand?”

“Mhm,” he whimpered.

“Do you understand?” you gritted your teeth. “Shit,” you heard a familiar voice speak, “Angel let go.” Eddies hand came to hold yours. “Let go of him.”

“I’m serious Carver, you never touch me like that again.” Dropping his hand, you walked away from Eddie. “Hey!” he called after you, following you down the hallway.

“Angel would you stop for a sec?” His hand came to hold your shoulder, making you halt. “What?” you snapped, instantly regretting it when you saw the childish glint leave his eyes. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not, I’m sorry.”

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, rubbing his thumb on your shoulder. “What?”

“Let’s skip, who wants to go to math anyways.”

“Eddie-“

“Unless you’re weird and like math, then of course we can go, I just mean I know something else we can-“

“Eddie. Let’s skip.” He smiled softly at you, leading you out of the school.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Eddie had been driving for almost 20 minutes now, and you had no clue where you were. “Here we go,” he said, stopping the van. “Where are we?” you asked.

“We are somewhere we can both relax and not have to worry about anything.”

“This is where you come to get stoned isn’t it?”

“Well shit Angel you got me, now jump out.”

Climbing out the van, you raised your brow as Eddie opened up the back. Getting back in the vehicle, he laid out some blankets and pillows. “Come on,” he held out his hand for you, helping you climb up and pulled the doors shut behind you.

“Eddie what the hell? You brought us out here to lay in the van?”

“I brought you out here to sleep, now come lay down.” The pair of you sat side by side, your body and brain both equally exhausted.

“I shouldn’t have hurt Carver.”

“He shouldn’t have called you a freak.”

“I don’t want to be like them, thinking that violence and threatening people will get you what you want.”

“You’re nothing like them.”

Sighing you looked at the boy, his dark eyes already locked on you. “I’m so scared I’m gonna turn out like then.”

“Which proves you’re already a better person, bad people don’t worry about being bad they just are. Good people worry. You’re a good person Angel.”

Your head rested on the boys shoulder, and his arm wrapped around you. “How do you always know how to make me feel better?”

“What can I say I’m just great.”

“You really are Eds.” You leant up to kiss his cheek, but Eddie had begun to turn his head to look down at you. Lips brushing you quickly pulled away. “I’m so sorry!” you said quickly.

The boys faced reddened, “It’s okay.” Your eyes softened, oh. “It’s okay?” you asked.

“Yeah it’s okay.”

“So you wouldn’t mind if I … if I did it again, properly this time?”

“N-no, I wouldn’t mind.” A small smile came to your face, holding Eddies own in your two hands. Leaning in you softly brushed your lips against his own.

It was gentle and sweet, but made your stomach feel like you had a thousand fireworks going off inside. It was perfect.

“We should have done that sooner,” Eddie laughed. “Yeah we should’ve. But better late than never.”

“Angel I didn’t bring you out here to make out, let’s have a nap.”

“Okay.”

The pair of you got comfy, your head resting on Eddies chest, he pulled a blanket over the pair of you, keeping you close in his arms. “Thank you for taking care of me Eds.”

“Oh Angel I always will,” he placed a small kiss in your hair.

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[mari-lair]

Aye is me again!

I was just wondering if you had any theories on what Teru's dream involving Aoi may be. He says she's necessary for his dream and I wonder if its because she's a direct descendant of the kannagi line?

I hope his dream includes Akane too bc even if they won't end up together I just KNOW they'll be besties either way (am soft for Akane being the 1st person he shows his true self to outside his family)

Hello! :D I have no hope Aidairo will treat this sub plot with care, (or any plot that includes Aoi) so this will be more of a rambly analysis than a theory.

I am inclined to believe Teru’s dream doesn’t have anything to do with her Kannagi blood because of how he approaches Aoi compared to Nene.

Nene is also a Kannagi, but Teru never searches for Nene or gives her much thought, he even let her have a crush on what he sees as a dangerous supernatural since it is what she wants so who is he to reprimand a dying girl? Whenever they are together he flatters her but never asks about her life or tries to make her linger in his presence. 

He does show interest in Nene being a Kannagi but it does not feel like he sees her as a weapon or an important tool that he can use to achieve a ‘goal’. She is still a ‘silly girl’ or a ‘funny girl’ in his mind, someone he is kind to when they are face to face, but he doesn't go out of his way to do much for her.

Aoi is canonically very hard to get close to, so trying to 'be her friend just to use her later’ would be contrived and too stupid for a character built up to be smart, considering Nene (who had a crush on him throught a big part of the manga) would be a far better target to get his hands on Kanagi powers.

Teru actively goes out of his way to try to learn more about Aoi and make her stay with him, even if he has to resort to manipulation, he will do it to spend more time with her.

It also bears mention that Akane's tactless way to ‘woo’ Aoi is what he hates the most about Akane. Not Akane supernatural contract or, any of his behavior with Teru, but how he approaches Aoi:

Teru trusts Akane, but he gets disgusted with how he put her on a pedestal, how his obsession gets on creepy territory at times, yet, when Akane and Aoi work things up and are able to properly communicate, Teru gets grumpy and mopes about their almost kiss. A kiss that shouldn’t be significant if what he was interested in was her Kannagi status.

He listens to Akane go on and on about how ‘sweet and kind and pretty’ Aoi is without ever shutting him down, and despite loving to annoy the clock keeper, he never disagrees or implies that Aoi isn't as amazing as Akane claims, so he does have a very positive view of Aoi.

I can’t say for sure what his dream is, but it feels related to Aoi as a person, not her blood or ancestors. Is a desire of his own.

Minamotos are very connected to supernaturals, and they are pushed to put their duties first, but being disconnected from other, and able to have a level head in dangerous situations doesn’t make them any less human or emotional: They value their family, their friends, their desires, occasionally putting them above their job for selfish reasons.

Now let’s talk about a theory Maagi shared with me, that the more i thought about it, the more plausible it seemed: If Teru was in love with Aoi, it wouldn't be the first time a Minamoto fell in love, or at the very least, was very attracted, to an Akane.

The manga makes a point to heavily imply that Kanagis usually live with loved ones at the start of their lives, and that even in the old ages where Sumire’s story takes place, it's seen as cruel to abandon a child so young.

They mention her family wanted to ‘get away from her resentment’ but considering how oblivious and happy she had been to “marry God”, eager to declare a demon her husband, it is far more likely they wanted to get rid of Sumire for reasons out of her control, like her bloodline.

From Sumire pale eyes, which have hints of the Akane purple we know, but is mostly blue, to her expertise in using spiritual tools (from her knife, to bracelets, to even a protective barrier)  it’s just far too much of a coincidence.

Even her personality seems like a mix between Teru and Aoi.

And I can see the argument that her exorcism tools are things that every Kannagi can use, since Aoi can use them too, but it is still strange that Sumire has so many tools associated with the Minamoto clan, when every other sacrifice has none. Not even a bracelet.

The bracelet is not part of a Kannagi’s uniform. Or a precaution of No.6 that comes with his duties. It’s a Minamoto’s gift. Which makes Sumire feel more personal than ‘just another sacrifice girl’, like her protection matters for someone.

This leads me to how Teru gave Aoi a bracelet the second she got mixed with supernaturals, and let her keep it,

He never offered this kind of protection to anyone else, not even Nene, the girl that lives in danger.

So even if the fandom will cry at the idea, there is a lot to indicate Teru is genuinely interested in Aoi. The seeds are there, Aidairo was just clunky when hinting his interest (I’m still baffled an interaction as important as the convenience store one is in a spin off.)

And I am sure his dream includes Akane! Akane is his best friend, even when he wants to spend time with Aoi, he isn’t opposed at all to Akane tagging along.

He values Akane in a completely different way than he values Aoi, but is so clear he has tons of fun with the two Aois!

(There is a reason I would be chill if his crush was either Aoi or Akane, he acts in such a way that no matter who he has a crush on, it is still obvious he really values them both)

[theleagueofgentlemen]

Bernie

“Good morning Bert! What adventure do we have planned for today?”

“Oh Ernie-I’m sorry. There is no adventure today …I’m leaving.”

“Leaving? Boy your boss sure does work you hard, huh?”

“No, Ernie…I’m moving out. I got my own apartment…”

Ernie’s face falls; “W-what..? Why?”

“I’m sorry…I can’t keep going on these ‘adventures’…I can’t.” Bert chokes out a sigh, his grumpy demeanour non existent in this moment. Even his usual striped jumper lacked it’s excitement…

Ernie goes silent. An orange hand runs through his spiked black hair; “Bert…Is this because I took that orange juice…?”

“Yes Ernie. It’s because of the orange juice.”

“I’m sorry Bert! I was so thirsty…I didn’t mean to take it…If it’s about the money, I’ll pay you back! Look! Let’s count through them together…One coin…Two coins-“

“Ernie. Stop. Please…” A soft yellow hand curls around Ernie’s his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. Bert always had a way of making him feel calm…Always making him feel safe. But this morning…He was sad. Just like when his pal Elmo lost his best friend.

“You know that orange juice wasn’t there for you. I was only supposed to keep it for a day and you drank the carton in a *night*! It’s not just the money, Ernie…We’re supposed to be friends…I asked you for one small thing…And you didn’t listen.”

While Bert’s expression holds no obvious disgust, it’s clear he’s disappointed; which somehow hurts Ernie even more. It feels like he’s eaten something rotten, and all the stuffing in his stomach is swirling round like a circle of butterflies.

Bert puts more jumpers and shirts into his case, wiping away at the tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“Bert…Please don’t do this. Don’t leave…”

“I *have* to Ernie. If I don’t…I won’t ever leave.”

“What are you talking about Bert? You can’t leave…We’re best friends! ‘Orange’ we?”

Bert sighs, running a fuzzy yellow hand over his face.

“Alright, that wasn’t one of my best. But please, Bert…Talk to me.”

“I’ve tried Ernie. We tried talking to the count…To Elmo…But this obsession with orange juice, i-it’s getting out of hand!”

Ernie falls silent, shaking his head in shame. He feels so guilty…He knows he shouldn’t have drank Bert’s orange juice-He just loves it so much….

“I’ll always care for you Ernie…*Always.* But I have to go…I’m sorry.”

“No! Please Bert! I-Bert, I…”

He can’t get the words out…He’s always wanted to say them…But he can’t. He’s so scared…Scared of losing the only person he ever cared about…He moves forward, holding Bert tightly. He runs a hand down Bert’s jumper, sniffling into his friend’s yellow shoulder.

“Please…”

*“Dad?”*

“No, Ernie. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stayed for as long as I should.”

Ernie feels a rush of adrenaline and anger hit him. He reluctantly pulls away, cupping Bert’s face.

“But ya did, didn’t ya?!”

*”Dad…”*

“Yes, and I wish I had never bothered!”

“Daddy!”

Len snaps out of his thoughts, the puppets forgotten in his hands. Tears fall onto the star covered duvet, Len’s gaze slowly lifting onto his daughter.

“Oh…I’m sorry love…I got a little carried away…Isn’t daddy silly?”

Leanne gazes at him with wide brown eyes, her sweet little face falling into a frown.

“Daddy? Do Bert and Ernie ever reconcile?”

Len frowns, gently running his thumb over the Bert puppet, caressing it.

“…No, honey. They don’t. Ernie betrayed Bert’s trust…”

Leanne’s frown deepens, sitting up.

“But daddy…Bert and Ernie are best friends! They should be together!”

Len swallows back his tears, putting the puppets back into his girl’s toybox.

“It’s late, sweetheart…You need rest. We’ll talk in the morning.”

Leanne goes to interject, although she’s stopped by Len’s insistence. She burrows under the covers, snuggling her plush duck.

“…Love you daddy.”

“Love you cupcake. Sweet dreams.”

Len’s gaze lingers on the toybox, his heart breaking.

Bert would never forgive him. Not after what he had done.

He knew he should’ve just left the orange juice…But he needed it. He needed the courage…He should have just kept his promise to Bert…No amount of orange juice could fix this now.

Len goes into the living room, his gaze falling onto a framed picture of him and Be-No. Tommy. He picks it up, tears falling onto the glass. He missed his pal…He missed his Bert.

Len places the photo down, staring absentmindedly into the air.

There would naval be a day that he wouldn’t…

[ineffably-poetic]

hi everyone i have a very important announcement to make

GOOD OMENS RAPUNZEL AU

once again i’m gonna need you to hear me out on this one.

so Zira is an angel who is scared to go against the rules, but part of him wants to be free. Who else is like that? Rapunzel.

Crowley is a demon who actively breaks the rules and goes against everyone else, and convinces Aziraphale to do that as well. Who else is like that? Flynn Rider.

Gabriel is an angel who always puts Zira down, tells him Crowley is the enemy, and that he’s naive, too soft. Who else does this? Mother Gothel.

Now does everyone remember Mother Knows Best (Reprise)?

Okay listen:

[RAPUNZEL, spoken] I think he likes me

[MOTHER GOTHEL] Likes you? Please, Rapunzel, that's demented This is why you never should have left Dear, this whole romance that you've invented Just proves you're too naive to be here Why would he like you? Come on now, really? Look at you, you think that he's impressed?

So Aziraphale is in love with Crowley, right? And obviously Gabriel thinks Aziraphale shouldn’t be on Earth. SAME AS IN THE LYRICS.

[RAPUNZEL] No!

[MOTHER GOTHEL, spoken] No? Oh, I see how it is.

Rapunzel knows best Rapunzel's so mature now Such a clever grown-up miss Rapunzel knows best Fine, if you're so sure now Go ahead, then give him this

This is why he's here! Don't let him deceive you! Give it to him, watch, you'll see!

Trust me, my dear That's how fast he'll leave you I won't say I told you so - no Rapunzel knows best! So if he's such a dreamboat Go and put him to the test

Aziraphale finally tries to defy Heaven’s wishes near the end, but is once again shut down when Uriel and Sandalphon come down to Earth. Then he does so again by not participating in the war. And then finally he helps Adam save the world.

Also, what is Crowley trying to get from Aziraphale in Episode 3? HOLY WATER. So instead of Flynn trying to get the crown, it’s Crowley trying to get the holy water.

If he's lying Don't come crying Mother knows best...

Also, this could be a stretch, but “Mother” could be argued as God. Maybe Gabriel is trying to convince Aziraphale to follow along with him because it’s “what the Almighty wants”.

anyway, yeah. that’s why there should be a Good Omens Rapunzel AU.

(and don’t even get me started on how Rapunzel and Flynn reflect Zira and Crowley’s sunshine personified and grumpy guy who’s actually a nice person dynamic)

[tiffanylamps]

gargoyle (affectionate)? 👀

a very late reply to this tag game heyyyy friend!!!! thanks so much for the ask! i hope you are well and that life is treating you well :) so, gargoyle (affectionate) is short and sweet fic about joo won coming out to dong sik. it's set post canon and takes place before anything romantic has happened between the boys (they're taking it slow, just trying to live, breathe, and be friends. but they definitely have feelings for eachother).

i thought it would be interesting to explore what it feels like coming out "later on" in life- in my mind joo won hasn't ever stated his sexual orientation to anyone, not directly, anyway. and i think it would soooo sweet if dong sik were the first person he felt comfortable with disclosing this to. it's about trust and growth and comfort and family and home and acceptance and small gestures of kindness and feeling loved and being yourself and the relief of letting another person in, etc. y'know? i think i may have shared this wip before, but i'm going to give you a snippet despite that. it's kinda long 'cause i have a lot more written for this wip than the others i listed

Joo Won turned around at the sound of Dong Sik’s voice, and it was immediately obvious that the kid hadn’t gotten enough sleep. Not ignorant to Joo Won's stoic nature, Dong Sik found himself somehow still tingling with surprise, because, even now, Joo Won stood so still, frowning and exhausted. Most people would have misconstrued his tiredness with anger, but anyone who mattered could see past Joo Won’s default apparent grumpiness to the soft centre he failed miserably to conceal. If anything, it’s rather amusing. Usually, such grumpiness is only reserved for gargoyles standing guard on the edges of buildings, high up and away from sight. 

Dong Sik shouldn’t find the image of Joo Won haunched into a ball on his garden wall-as silent as stone and permanently snarling at anyone who passes by-as funny as he does. But well, what can he say? He can’t imagine he would mind having his own personal gargoyle; grotesque in nature, but beautiful nonetheless. 

“My shift ended not long ago, and I was nearby, so…” 

Ah, so it was one of those mornings. Dong Sik’s cheeks twinge with heat, it’s nice to be someone’s go-to choice for company. Still, Joo Won’s eyes remain on him, taking in any piece of information they can. No marble, granite, ivory or stone could observe Dong Sik with as a keen devotion or unblinking absolution as Joo Won can; the statue of King Se Jong would blink before Joo Won ever did. “A long night?” Dong Sik asks, making no move to invite Joo Won into his home. He remembers with distaste those kinds of nights, ones where the job is all-consuming and everything else, even one’s hunger and blisteringly painful bladder, is second to the case at hand. 

“Hm, domestic abuse.” Dong Sik could feel the dried dirt crumbling under his feet as he strolled over to his rusted garden gate. He held it open as an unspoken invitation, one of which Joo Won took without consideration. They fell in step, their movements matching as they wandered down the lane. Joo Won sighs, “it was all a bit of a cock-up, to be honest.”

Dong Sik resisted the urge to laugh, it would seem that not much has changed since he left the police force. Instead, he smirks and makes an inquisitive noise that encourages Joo Won to divulge more information.

i hope you like it :)

[uh-ohspaghettio]

oog oog oog spn question incoming get fucking ready

do u agree with the way (some of) the fandom has characterized tfw (sam being the smart levelheaded one, dean being a hotheaded emotionally stunted mess and cas being grouchy and sassy all the time) also what is a character or plotline that got randomly left unresolved/had a stupid resolution that u wish they did more with?

Hi I love you <3 (sorry if this is long I having a lot of thoughts)

I personally don’t agree with the way the is catergorized by character but I don’t think it’s egregious enough to to hate it. There is some truth to it but as the same time they’re much more complex.

I personally think Dean is much smarter than he lets on and I hc that’s because he focused so much on making Sam feel like he’s smart because skipping from school to school you’re bound to fall behind. I also think since he strived so much for his dad’s affection he focused on portraying his outward masculine strengths and physical strengths to get his approval cause let’s be honest there’s no way John cared about grades.

Dean is definitely a hot head which emotional issues but it shouldn’t be dismissed that Sam is also emotionally stunted. Sam is literally so unhinged especially in the earlier seasons like hello bloodfreak my beloved, and I’ll be honest I feel like his characterization drops in the later seasons so I see where the level headedness idea comes from but the Sam that lives in my head is still just as unhinged

I honestly don’t think Castiel is even that sassy I just think he generally doesn’t understand human communications especially not in the earlier seasons. I see him grumpy in the sense of frustration of adapting to this new world cause last time he was on earth in a human vessel was the 1800s and that was only briefly.

The character story line that always bothered me is with Benny and Sam. Before this AND after this you see several times Sam try to argue maybe not all ‘monsters’ are actual monsters, we see that with Madison and Amy, and that one kid in season 15 just off the top of my head, anyways Dean is always on the side of it doesn’t matter kill them, but suddenly when Dean befriends a vampire and wants Sam to trust that Benny is good Sam suddenly refuses and forces Dean to cut off Benny. I definitely think Sam would have hesitancy with accepting Benny no doubt but flat out refusing when time and time again Sam expresses how he questions the morals of killing ‘monsters’ sometimes. I just think it was really out of character and honestly they probably just added that in just for some Sam and Dean conflict they feel the need to sprinkle in every other season

Bonus: I also hate how it was revealed in 1x03 that Dean had mutism as a young child and then it was literally never addressed again.

[ssreeder]

waaaAAAHHHH sreedie I’m so fucking pumped for this chapter you have no IDEA

jee out here crushing rasu’s hopes and dreams like the perfect grumpy uncle he is <3

rasu is the emotional fallout catcher and I love him for that

wheezing that katara’s most pressing concern when seeing zuko for the first time is THIS BITCH HAS HAIR??

zuko please why is your fight or flight response fucked up enough to become fight or insult the person trying to help you.

oh shit wait does zuko think katara is sokka???

yeah zuko definitely thinks she’s sokka lmao it’s giving major head injury

ugh NO just let sokka see zuko I hate it here

BUT ALSO!!! big win that iroh can tell the boys that zhao is dead at some point (it better be sooner rather than later, right sreedie??)

AT LEAST AZULA ISNT IN BA SING SE it’s the little victories lads, the itsy bitsy ones

also can sokka PLEASE tell SOMEBODY about the bending suppressants I’m like super concerned about that

aaaaaang not the yue bomb T-T

dude. the fact that aang has suffered so much loss- I can’t anymore

BATO T-T not zuko’s “glowing personality”

god I love chang he takes No shit whatsoever

I’m sorry but bato saying ara “had some issues” is such an understatement, why does this man have such a comedic thought process. he really said I do not want to touch This with a 10ft pole

LMAO pls it would be so funny if bato did end up kissing chang (especially if it’s accidental)

loving bato in his damage control era

CHANG “now that things are awkward I’m gonna go” T-T my guy said TOODLES

ah yes, return of the penis fingers trauma from the good old days <3

HES AWAKE and immediately making innuendoes

trust that jet decides to expose sokka while on his deathbed I shouldn’t have expected any less from him

AZULA

I love mai <33333333

sreedie WHO has been leaving you negative comments and WHERE can I find them (not bc I wanna defend you or anything haha not like I still care about you even though we’re divorced haha I HATE you actually)

anyways I’ve been ROBBED???!?!? wHere was my zukka reunion >:(((

sreedie it better be soon bc I’m losing my whole mind… but yes very very vibrating-out-of-my-seat about the potential of a zuko and chang reunion too :3 (if you kill chang I will throw a rock through your window and smash all your lightbulbs)

LOVE HATE YOU HEAPS <3

LEEEEEKKKKIIIIIEEEEE

the time has come I release your ask into the void and am no longer able to stare at it and giggle when I see all your silly but so satisfying words. (I’m sorry this one is so much later than the rest my life is enjoying kicking me around and I’m too tired to fight back)

Ok sooo…. I love/hate you let’s DO THIS!

I feel like Zukos hair was more important than his redemption arc so yes it must be acknowledged by everyone almost immediately haha.

I hate it here too leekie let’s move fuck the ending of this fic let’s do a new one

I think I just heard leekie is a Chang/bato shipper but it’s a trouple because lyns there so it’s a real party whoop whoop!

Zukka reunion is coming, its just probably…. Not….. next……. Chaoter………. Sorrrrrryyyy but SOON

I swear soon

Love ya

[kob131]

Wooo momma CJ, you have somehow become even dumber.

So for context- I am not a Bumbleby shipper. It just kind of exists to me, which is usually how Blake-related stuff happens. I prefer Ruby or Yang. The most I have to say about this is that ‘Stop fucking giving moments that can be edited out for China RT- I do not trust you to do anything but make the move that would profit you” and “I would really like for this to have happened in a way that flipped off all those Bumbleby shippers that tormented the writers by denying every single bit of LGBT rep before this’. (Then again, I feel the same way about Blacksun shippers).

So naturally, I’d be somewhat inclined to listen to this on principle. But boy howdy did CJ fuck this up out of the gate.

If this is supposed to be about ‘better writing’ CJ, then shouldn’t you be making the argument about what KIND of relationship Yang should be in, if any? Her ending up with another girl or, surprise!, no one are still valid options. Before you even begin with who she should be fucking (Let’s be honest, that’s what you care about)- You should probably define her sexuality or decide not to.

And the funny thing is- He’s implying that it would be better writing for Yang to end up with one of these four guys. But by as he’s said before- they fuck execution as much as conceptualization so no matter what, the writers would be fucking up the relationship. Because most things can work if done properly in fiction. And thus- there is no reason to believe that Yang would work with them than Blake or whoever.

But sure- let’s assume that the problem is that Yang is gay. ... A fucking stupid idea since Yang never barred the option of being bisexual but let’s accept the premise for argument’s sake.

The options we have are the following-

Ren-Someone who not only has a love interest but his character was SPECIFICALLY DESIGNED to be a reverse of Nora’s so he doesn’t work with anyone BUT Nora.

Neptune- A guy whose barely a character with no real grounds to make a judgement on if he’d be better in this or that relationship.

Jaune-A guy that the writing can’t focus on for more than five minutes or else Miles gets death threats in the mail.

And Sun-A character that seems to have been SPECIFICALLY MADE for Blake, much in the same vein as Yang.

None of these guys by concept (except maybe Jaune) are any better than any other option, let alone Blake. Because like Sun, Yang was made as a character with her relation to Blake in mind, platonic or romantic. It’s why Sun and Adam, two other characters made with Blake in mind, share some elements with Yang.

This whole thing is just a fuck show. I don’t know if CJ is homophobic- This is fiction and not reality. Not to mention he’s probably doing this for ‘anti-Bumbleby’ clapback points. But honestly- I don’t care if you do call him that now. Cuz it’s really easy to see this are homophobic.

P.S. Just so i can kick that ‘grumpy bitch’ argument in the balls on the way out-

The world is fucking ending, she lost her fucking arm, the person she lost her arm for ran off, she likely has depression on top of her PTSD, people won’t stop lying to each other and her mother turned out to be a pathetic coward. As a person- Yang’s likely going to be grumpy. As a character- the tone is more desperate and dour than before, no shit she’ll show a more grumpy side in response.

Lmao this guy (if y'all are on twitter you know who it is)

First of all, “devolved into a grumpy bitch”. Like lmao the misogyny jumped out. Sorry Yang has more character traits than just being a blonde funny party girl with big tits and that she actually has a personality and a backstory.

Also his great idea “hey guys! If instead of having the bad idea of Yang getting with Blake—her teammate and a character whose arc is directly connected with hers—the writers were good and Yang got with one these clearly better choices, who would it be?” *Proceeds to put two of Yang's friends who already had love interests in the show and two other guys with whom Yang has interacted maybe twice in the show*

Also, I really like the implication that it would only be good writing if Yang dated a guy! Like, obviously, even if it wasn't Blake, Yang dating another female character, like Weiss or Nora, would be terrible writing too, because what's really bad about the writing apparently is that Yang is sapphic and not dating a boy.

Like lmao.

[likeahorribledream]

ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ

PART TWO OF I THINK I WANNA MARRY YOU

SUMMARY: Bucky is up and he remembers everything.

PAIRING: Beefy!Bucky x Reader

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

GENRE: Fluffy fluff

REQUEST: Drunk Bucky (maybe drunk with that Thor drink in AOU?) asking reader to marry him a thousand times, and getting really upset if she says no; but in a cute way.

Could this be in a bar or a party with the Avengers? Something like that tower party in AOU?

𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

As cliché as it sounds, Bucky has been in love with you since the moment he first saw you. You had welcomed him with open arms and never once did you make him feel like he shouldn’t be a part of the team or acted like you were scared of him. As you had explained to him countless of times: Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier are two different people to you. One’s a victim of war and the other is your shy, kinda grumpy best friend. That’s how it’s always been with you and it never felt like you were lying to him when you said that, so he believed you. Bucky trusts you completely, he trusts you as much as he trusts Steve and that’s saying something since they grew up together. Bucky doesn’t let just anyone in and you always are grateful that you managed to be one of them because he’s an incredible man. He’s smart, funny and kind. He’s also somewhat of a geek and a dork, two things that make you love him even more.

You and Bucky get along fantastically well. Everyone was surprised about that. Everyone but Steve. He’s known Bucky his whole life and he knows who the man is under all the scars, trauma and emotional distress. He never had trouble making friends or being friendly to everyone he met, except for the assholes who would beat up Steve. Bucky is a great man and Steve always feels sad at the thought that HYDRA also took that from him. But thankfully he’s got you to break him out of his shell.

You have spent so much time together that it’s almost like you’re one person most of the time. You don’t need to speak to talk to one another; a simple look does the trick. You always know what the other is feeling, sometimes even before the other does. You complete each other in so many ways and when you’re paired up together during a mission, there’s no stopping you. You’re an amazing team on and off the field. You get the job done and you do it well.

You rarely ever fight but when you do it never lasts long because you can’t go a full day without talking to one another.

Everyone thinks you’re adorable together but no one says anything because they know it’s a sensitive subject and they don’t want to ruin what the two of you have. It’s not something that comes by every day, it’s a very rare kind of bond. If soulmates exist then the two of you are the definition for it.

Bucky’s never been sure about your feelings, he has no idea where you stand and he’d rather not risk losing you as a friend even if Steve tells him time and time again to go for it. He keeps telling Bucky that you most definitely feel the same but Bucky never believes him.

What you have is close enough of a romantic relationship for him, he doesn’t need more. He gets to see you every day, spend time with you, watch movies or go to restaurants, you often even sleep in the same bed and if Bucky gets to wake up to you in the morning, then that’s more than enough for him. He’s madly in love with you and he’ll take whatever he can get from you, no complaining.

Every time there’s an event or a gala or anything else that requires the Avengers to dress up and show off, you go together. Your outfits always match, you get in together and you come out together. It has been this way since you’ve become friends. You rely and lean on each other for absolutely everything, from very silly things to very serious ones.

Bucky loves that he can speak freely to you. There’s never any judgment, you always make sure that it feels like a safe space for him and it’s something he’ll forever cherish.

Last night at Tony’s after party, Drunk Bucky made his first appearance and the one thing to know about Drunk Bucky is that he has no filters. None. Whatever comes to his mind quickly comes out of his mouth soon after. His loose lips have never been something he needed to worry about around you because the serum keeps him from getting drunk. He hadn’t factored in Thor’s liquor and how strong it is though.

All of his feelings for you come out, one after the other with no way of stopping them. He can’t even rely on Steve to make him stop, he’s been waiting for Bucky to make a move for a long time, after all.

Drunk Bucky doesn’t understand why you keep brushing his feelings off like they aren’t a big deal. He loves you, wants to be with you. Why does that make you laugh? That’s not how you’re supposed to react.

Why won’t you believe him when he finally has the courage, the liquid kind, to tell you how he feels?

You manage to appease him long enough to get him to fall asleep with a promise to marry him if he still remembers and wants to marry you the next morning. And boy does he remember.

Apparently hangovers aren’t a thing either, thanks to the serum, so he’s in tip top shape, no headache with a full recollection of what he said to you the night before. He feels like he’s going to die from embarrassment alone. He can’t believe he was bold enough to put it all out there. Then he remembers how you took everything as a joke and his heart painfully clenches in his chest.

As he lies in bed, looking down at your still sleeping form, Bucky decides that he’s going to embrace Drunk Bucky’s confidence. He won’t back down, he won’t pretend like he doesn’t remember and he certainly won’t act like he didn’t mean a word he said. No, he’s all in now.

When he notices you waking up, he feels like his heart is going to burst out of his chest. He’s suddenly so nervous. All it takes is for you to look up at him and all of his courage and confidence is back.

He smiles down at you and talks softly, he knows that you don’t like it when people are loud in the morning. ‘’Good morning.’’

You smile back. ‘’Good morning.’’

His hand that had been rubbing your back as he got lost in his thoughts stops moving and lays flat out on your back while his other hand cups your cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb. ‘’So, when are we getting married, baby doll?’’ He grins.

He can clearly see the shock on your face and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing. ‘’You remember?’’

Bucky nods. ‘’I do.’’

‘’How? You were so drunk.’’

‘’The serum, I guess. I remember everything and I feel perfectly fine.’’

‘’So you decided to keep going with the getting married joke?’’ You shake your head, smiling. ‘’Such a dork.’’

‘’Baby doll, I might have been drunk last night but everything I said was true. I’m not going to force you to marry me, even though you did promise, but I need you to know that I really do love you and that some day I’d love to marry you. You’re my best friend and there’s no one else I’d rather grow old with.’’ He strokes along your bottom lip, looking lovingly down at you.

‘’Jamie if this is a joke, it’s really not funny.’’ Your heart is racing in your chest and you feel a lump forming in your throat.

You love Bucky, of course you love him. There will never be another man that even comes close to him for you, he’s everything you want and more. You never said anything because what Bucky needed was a friend, not a girlfriend. Last night had been so hard for you to hear him say everything you’ve dreamt about. You tried not to let your hopes up, it was the alcohol talking after all, but deep down inside you were wishing that all he said was the truth.

You sit up in Bucky’s bed, getting out of his hold and you look down at him. You follow him with your eyes as he imitates you and sits up.

‘’I would never joke about something like that. Especially not with you." He holds out his hand hesitantly, his confidence faltering again.

You don't even need to look down, you put your hand in his right away.

"We don't lie to each other. Ever. We never have and I doubt we ever will, so please believe me when I say that I love you and that I want to marry you, one day. Since the moment we met I've known that I wanted to marry you, that I loved you but I didn't want to ruin our friendship. There's nothing more important to me than our friendship but I also won't lie to you and tell you I didn't mean what I said last night or that I don't remember." He kisses the back of your hand and looks into your eyes, waiting for a reaction.

When you don't say anything he continues. "You don't have to make a decision today or even this month, but I just hope that one day you will give me a chance to show you that I can be good enough for you."

You frown and shake your head no. "What? No, James. You need to stop."

Bucky feels like he's going to be sick, of course you're rejecting him. What was he thinking?

He tries to let go of your hand but you quickly grab it. "You need to stop thinking that you're not good enough. You are good enough, you're even more than good enough. You are worthy of anything you want, ok?"

He relaxes at your words. "You mean that?" He whispers.

"We don't lie to each other, remember?" You smile.

Bucky smiles. "That's right."

"As far as getting married goes I don't know when will be the right time but I do want to be with you. I'd be crazy not to want to."

"What are you saying?" He looks at you hopeful.

"I'm saying yes to giving you a chance, to being together and to getting married. You're my best friend and I love you."

"Really?" He grins, squeezing your hand.

"Really." You smile.

Bucky leans in to kiss you, not wanting to waste one more second. He cradles the back of your head with his free hand and pulls you a little closer.

You both lose yourself in this new feeling, this new part of your relationship.

When he breaks the kiss, he doesn't go very far as he rests his forehead against yours, smiling at you.

"I don't know about you but I'm loving this new addition to our friendship."

You laugh softly, your free hand resting on his arm cradling the back of your head.

"Such a dork." You smile, your eyes are almost sparkling with happiness.

"Your dork." He winks. "You love that about me."

"It's definitely in the top 5 of my favorite things about you." You say, truthfully.

"You have a top 5? That means you like more than 5 things about me." He smirks.

"Of course I have more than 5. I have 6." You joke.

He laughs. "I'll take it, it's better than zero."

You laugh quietly and stare into his eyes, the smile on your lips never faltering once.

Bucky can't help himself and he kisses you again, a slow and delicate kiss as if he's trying to memorize every detail of how your lips feel against his. He moves his hands to lay on the mattress behind you, following you down as you lay on your back once again. He lowers himself until he's propped up by his forearms and puts his weight on his left arm as he moves his right hand to the side of your neck, his thumb stroking your jawline while he kisses you breathless. When he feels you slightly struggling for air, he breaks apart and leaves a trail of hot kisses along your cheek, jaw and neck.

"You feel so good." He hums as he nuzzles the side of your neck.

You let out a small giggle and run your fingers through his hair while you catch your breath. Bucky looks down and notices for the first time since he woke up what you're wearing.

"Is that my shirt?"

You chuckle. "Yes. You wouldn't let me go back to my room to change."

"Drunk me is so freaking smart." He grins and lifts up his head to kiss you one more time.

Bucky lies back down next to you and gestures for you to come closer. "Can we go back to sleep?"

"What time is it?"

Bucky checks his phone and grimaces. "7:30"

"Oh we're definitely going back to sleep."

You let Bucky pull you into his arms and just like you had done the night before, you curl into his side.

He strokes your hair and kisses the top of your hair, closing his eyes.

"I should probably take you on a date, right?"

"We can go on a date but let's be honest, we've been going on dates for the past year or so." You laugh against his chest.

"That's true." He smiles and hugs you tighter.

You both stay silent as Bucky keeps stroking your hair. "I should get drunk more often."

"Absolutely not. You're too tall and too muscly to be drunk. I'm surprised I even managed to get you back here."

"No matter what state I'm in, I highly doubt you'll ever have any trouble getting me to follow you back to my room."

You laugh. "Good to know."

He opens his eyes long enough to kiss your head once more and closes them again. "Get some sleep baby."

You nod against his chest and within 5 minutes the both of you are asleep.

You wake up again hours later, you could have slept a few hours longer but your stomach would disagree.

Because of how you are lying against Bucky’s side, he feels the vibrations every time your stomach growls and it makes him laugh each time.

‘’We gotta feed you.’’ He laughs, still.

‘’We really do.’’ You sit up and stretch your arms above your head, groaning. ‘’I need to stop by my room to get dressed. I’ll meet you downstairs?’’

‘’Mh.’’ He rubs his hand up and down your back. ‘’I think I have a pair of your leggings somewhere in here. Let me check.’’ He lifts the covers to get out of bed and walks over to his dresser, opening drawer after drawer until he finds what he’s looking for. ‘’Ha-ha!’’ He hands them to you with a pair of socks so you don’t have to go back to get shoes.

He puts on a shirt, some sweats and a pair of socks, and when you’re both dressed and ready you head out to the elevator hand-in-hand.

Bucky pulls you into his side and kisses your temple while the elevator gets to the floor where the kitchen is. When the doors open you’re immediately hit with the smell of the big breakfast waiting for you. Every morning after a big gala, and a successful after party, Tony has caterers coming in with a big breakfast buffet.

When you walk into the kitchen, you aren’t surprised to see that you’re the only ones there. The others are probably nursing massive hangovers. You and Bucky fill up your plates and go sit at the table but instead of sitting across from each other like you usually do, Bucky comes to sit next to you.

‘’Let me know if I’m too clingy.’’ Bucky chuckles, putting his arm around you.

‘’You are clingy but I love it.’’ You rest your head on his shoulder and steal some bacon from his plate.

‘’Hey! You have a mountain of bacon on your plate. Leave my bacon alone.’’ He looks down at you.

‘’I know but it looks so much better on your plate.’’ You finish chewing and pout.

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he smiles. ‘’I bet it does.’’

‘’You know when we’ll be married half of that plate is going to be mine.’’

‘’And half of your plate will be mine.’’ He points out, taking a sip of his orange juice.

‘’Mh, I don’t think that’s how it works. Half of everything you own is mine but you don’t get anything from me.’’ You steal another piece of bacon.

‘’Oh, really?’’ He laughs. ‘’I’m gonna need to see this in writing.’’

You gasp dramatically. ‘’Are you saying you don’t believe me?’’

He finishes chewing on his first bite before answering. ‘’That’s exactly what I’m saying.’’

You lift up your head from his shoulder and drop it in your hand that’s propped up by your elbow on the table, opposite him, putting distance between the two of you.

‘’Come here.’’ He moves his head, gesturing for you to come closer but you don’t move. You simply stare at him. ‘’What are you doing?’’ He chuckles.

‘’Nothin’.’’

‘’Then come back here.’’

‘’Nope.’’ You grin.

That’s the kind of banter you two always have. Both you and Bucky feel at peace knowing that even if your relationship changed, you’re still best friends first and that will never go away.

Bucky reaches over to you and wraps his left arm around your waist, pulling you to him and flush against his chest.

‘’You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?’’ He brings his other hand to the back of your head and pecks your lips a few times. ‘’I love you, baby.’’ He whispers before kissing you again.

You wrap your arms around his neck as you kiss him back, your breakfast quickly forgotten.

Your kiss is interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat and you both pull away, opening your eyes as you turn your heads to find Steve standing on the other side of the table.

‘’Oh, hey Steve.’’ Bucky smiles at his best friend.

‘’Watcha doing?’’ He smirks.

‘’Eating breakfast.’’ You both answer at the same time.

‘’You finally went from friends to boyfriend/girlfriend, uh? It was about damn time.’’ Steve smiles, crossing his arms.

‘’Well, we went a little further than that.’’ Bucky chuckles, taking his hand off the back of your head.

You nod your head at Bucky’s words.

Steve narrows his eyes. ‘’What does that mean?’’

You exchange a glance with Bucky and smile at Steve. ‘’We’re getting married.’’

By [very] popular demand I wrote a part two. I hope you enjoyed it as much as you enjoyed part one! Thank you for all the love on the first part!

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Here's a request! how about viktor having wounds from a toxic relationship resurface and reader comforts him.

To say your day was going poorly would be an understatement. When you’d woken, it had been well before your alarm was set, and yet no amount of laying in the darkness allowed you to fall back into slumber: instead of sulking though, you’d decided to head into the lab a little early. You had a hefty list of tasks you needed to complete in a timely manner, and their due date was looming nearer and nearer. Except halfway through your walk into work, it had started to rain. You had begged the dark grey clouds not to open up on you, but your pleas had gone unanswered and unheard. To top it off, on the way up a set of stairs, you’d tripped: not only jarring your knee and ankle, but also cracking the sole of your shoe. So when you finally arrive at the lab, you’re soaked to the bone, tired, and sore. Socializing is the last thing you want to do at the moment, even though you still manage to muster a grumpy ‘hello’ to your partners. 

Jayce picks up on your atrocious mood straight away, offering you both a greeting and a wide berth - he doesn’t ask you about the filing you have yet to complete, though you suspect it’s mostly self-preservation. Viktor on the other hand, clever and observant as he is, fails to see the issues beyond your damp clothing. He was your best friend, the person you trusted most in the world, the only man you actively sought the comfort of: and you knew how dense he could be at times. You knew how he liked to push boundaries from time to time -both yours and his own- and you knew he didn’t have the same sense of self preservation that Jayce did. You knew all this, and you still couldn’t help yourself. As soon as he mentioned the filing from days prior, you popped like a firecracker.

It’s a nasty affair, witnessing your frustration. Words and curses thrown left and right, all of them piercing their target: you’re not mean to Viktor, but you sure are loud. Venting your grievances, asking for one moment, just one moment to deal with your own shit before having to sit down and work. By the end of it all, the lab is silent: Jayce is awkward and tense across the room, you feel like crying, and Viktor…looks alright. Or he would, if you weren’t acutely aware of all his tells.

As soon as you see the hurt flash behind his eyes, you know you’ve fucked up. You had promised him, many years ago, that you’d never take your anger out on him: the wounds he had, had been newer back then, easier to aggravate and bother. You knew what had happened in the relationship that caused those wounds: you’d been the catalyst to the end of it, after all. You barely knew Viktor then, having been little more than his partner on a class project, but the moment someone spoke down to him -someone who was supposed to love him, no less- you’d turned into a fiery ball of unbridled rage. And fists. It had been a messy event, and neither of you really liked talking about it. “I’m sorry,” you sigh, letting your shoulders droop and your head fall. “I- fuck… I’ve had a shitty morning, but that’s- I shouldn’t be- fuck!” You wipe furiously at your eyes, but the tears keep welling up, blurring your vision and stinging your cheeks. Only when Viktor’s hands gently wrap around your own do you stop rubbing your skin raw. You look up at him, bleary and sad, expecting to see his anger glaring back down at you. But you only see understanding. “I forgive you,” he says softly, squeezing your fingers gently. “I can see now that you’ve…really not had the best morning. One person can only take so much. But no more yelling, alright?” You sniffle loudly and nod, wrapping your arms around his waist to cling to him in an awkward hug; he laughs and squirms, but you’re unrelenting in your affection.

[lebenspurpur]

jealous slashers

|Michael|

Michael didn't even know what jealousy was before he experienced it for the first time. Before he got to know you he didn't care if anyone took what was his. In the asylum he wasn't even allowed to have personal stuff so why get jealous over having things taken away?

So what is this feeling he gets when you talk to someone else?

You have to understand that Michael's jealousy isn't based on certain actions like someone flirting with you. Michael gets jealous over everyone who even looks at you.

You're his obsession, not anyone else's. The person breathing the same air as you might as well die. He finally has something that he "owns". He is not going to let it get taken away from him.

I don't even think Michael cares much about what you do. Right now he is too fascinated by you to really hurt you anyway. But don't push your luck or his hand might just find your throat.

|Vincent Sinclair|

Vincent has two kinds of jealousy.

The first one involves "tourists" who come to Ambrose. If any of the victims flirts with you they might end up dead sooner than planned. That proves to be quite the problem since you sometimes lure people into the town and for that you need to be quite flirty.

While Vincent understands that, he will still make sure to show the person that you're his and not anyone else's.

If Vincent is that kind of jealous he's more angry than anything else and will be rather clingy the following days.

The second jealousy exists because of his twin. Vincent has been jealous of Bo his whole life and when he sees you two laughing he can't help the bitter feelings inside of him. In that state of mind he often locks himself in the basement and wallows in self-pity. It will need quite a bit of coaxing to get him out of there.

He knows that this isn't your fault, don't worry. He just needs to get over his insecurities before he can talk to you again.

|Bo Sinclair| (tad of NSFW)

You will immediately know if Bo's jealous. He gets very aggressive and if looks could kill whoever is talking to you would drop dead.

Bo might be one of the only slashers who actually blame you in case of him becoming jealous. He won't physically hurt you but his words do more than enough damage.

Bo is a big fan of kidnapping the person that made him jealous and then making out with you in front of him. If he's in a very jealous mood sex in front of the victim is not something he says no to.

Afterwards he might even apologize for being so pissed. He was just scared to lose you.

|Lester Sinclair|

Same as Vincent, Lester has been jealous of Bo his whole life.

If you spend more time talking to him he will not get angry though. Lester is not a very aggressive person. He'll think about it for a while and grow more distant during that.

As soon as he has come to a decision Lester will simply ask you, with a lot of fear in his eyes if I may say so, if you're going to leave him for Bo.

Please give him a lot of affection afterwards. Lester just wants to be sure that you won't leave him.

|Baby Firefly|

Baby rarely gets jealous. She gladly shares her love for you. The more people, the more love am I right?

If she ever got jealous she'll ask you about it. Baby is not someone who broods about things like that. It involves both of you so why shouldn't she just talk about it to you?

If you reassure your feelings towards her, she'll be happy again. Baby is just glad to know that your strongest feelings still only belong to her.

|Otis Driftwood| (NSFW)

You'll know when Otis is jealous. He is even grumpier than usual. But also horny.

Otis loves showing you off. However, he doesn't like sharing. So if he praises your curves to one of his friends and that person's eyes linger on you for one or two seconds too long, Otis will get angry.

The chances of him fucking you in front of the corpse of whoever made him jealous are very high so be prepared.

He might still be grumpy afterwards but give him some time. He trusts you, he just doesn't trust other men. According to him they're all horny assholes and he just wants you to be safe.

|Billy Loomis|

Imagine every superstition about high school boys getting jealous. That's what happens.

Billy gets angry, then sad. He doesn't know what to do instead of confronting you but as usual his emotions get in the way.

So yes, his confrontation might get more emotional than he planned but like every other argument it'll help with your relationship. If a person gets angry about something, they care about it. Now you know that you smiling at other guys makes him insecure and maybe know how to deal with other guys and him.

Explain that you won't leave him and Billy will be fine again.

|Stu Macher|

Stu gets silent and serious, something that doesn't happen all too often.

You'll notice it pretty quickly but you might have to pressure him a little before he tells you what's wrong.

Maybe you can guess it as well. There aren't a lot of things that make Stu grow silent so figuring out why he's feeling the way he is, isn't difficult.

Just drown him in attention and affection the next days. It will make him feel so loved. In that case you both can get over his jealousy without talking about it.

However you should discuss it at last once. Make it clear that you're not going to leave him and that it's your right to talk to other people besides him. He might be the only slasher that understands that certain argument.

|Brahms Heelshire|

Ah yes. The most jealous of them all.

Brahms has abandonment anxiety. If he's jealous of someone he'll get rid of them. Nothing you say will change that.

While he trusts your words, his jealousy is a compulsion and one he can't get rid of. He feels bad for feeling that way but he can't change it.

It will need years of convincing to change his way of thinking and acting. Brahms needs a lot of "education" when it comes to his emotions, but that might be the biggest problem yet.

|Josef|

Josef is a functioning adult yet he doesn't know how to deal with jealousy.

He will just do what feels right and that is confessing to you, which is the right decision.

Josef trusts you when you tell him that you would never leave him and most of the times that is already enough to calm him.

If he really wants to make sure, he'll and i'm not kidding propose. If anyone sees the ring, they'll quickly stop approaching you and that's all he wants.

Obviously marrying you is quite the price as well so really, he has everything he needs.

|Thomas Hewitt|

Dear Tommy here feels a mix of insecure and angry. How is he supposed to act now?

His first instinct is to hold you closer, maybe sit very close to you and place a threatening hand on you thigh to let the person across of you know who you belong to.

Obviously you'll quickly understand why he's acting that way.

Please explain to him that he's your partner, no one else. Thomas might get emotional over the whole thing. He gets it if you don't want to be in a relationship with someone scarred like him. He might even tell you to leave him for someone better.

You have to work a bit to lift his spirits again. A few hugs and cuddles might already do, Thomas just wants to feel loved right now. After all the trusts and loves you.

[sugxrslushy]

Hey babe i just saw your post on the depressive episodes and i love it.

This shit happens to me almost all the time and it feels pretty awful honestly, the self hatred that comes after it's always the worst part.

The whole post brings me a lot of comfort so thank you for doing it, i'll save it where i know i can read it when i need it.

If it's not too much to ask, could i ask for it but with kid, doffy and marco? Lately i've been feeling pretty bad and i can't bring myself to do even the smallest thing, even the thought of going out of bed is too much and they're my fav idk it would be cute to know what they'd do in that situation.

Sorry if i bothered you, please take care 💕

Taking Care of An S/O In a Depressive Episode

➪ a/n: hello darling, don’t apologize you didn’t bother me in the slightest! I tried getting around to this as fast as I could to give you the comfort you need, I hope this helps. and it truly does suck, if you need to talk about anything my messages are always open don’t be afraid to reach out. take your time on feeling better and I hope it passes soon, you’re loved and deserve the absolute best hun <3 I’m so glad I can bring you some comfort

➪ includes: Kid, Doflamingo & Marco (w/ gn! reader)

➪ warnings: none, just comfort!

Eustass Kid

He’s not the best at first, he won’t catch on as quickly as anyone else might and he doesn tend to get grumpy with how quiet and reserved you’d become, spending hours in your room and skipping out on your duties

Killer does step in quickly, informing his captain that he might be better off asking you what’s wrong. Kid is very straightforward about it, demanding to know what’s wrong

He won’t admit it but you have worried him lately, he doesn’t like seeing you practically become a ghost of yourself. You’re the only person he’ll allow himself to be soft for, so he has to make sure you’re okay

Words fail him though, he doesn’t want to scare you off with his regular “rough” way of speaking

Instead he’ll respond through actions, pulling you into his lap to give you a warm hug and hold you close enough to hear his beating heart. It feels safe wrapped up in his arms

Trust me, if this man could fight your depression he wouldn’t even give it a second thought before doing it

Immediately, the others are notified to not bother you or face their captain’s wrath until you feel good enough to socialize and not be overwhelmed

If you ever feel bad about being “useless”, he’ll snap back telling you that you’re more important than any damn task on the ship and that you shouldn’t even think that way

He’ll bring you to join him in his workshop while he tinkers with random creations, he’ll talk about what he’s doing and doesn’t mind if you just prefer to watch without speaking

Donquixote Doflamingo

It doesn’t matter in the slightest bit how busy he may be, the minute he’s even the slightest bit concerned about you and your mental state he’ll push it all to the side just so he can take care of you

And no one has the guts to take it up with him that his work may be more important to you. His darling isn’t feeling well and you’ll have his full attention no matter what, say different and you'll regret it

His power and notoriety comes especially in handy, anything that you can even dream of needing during this is truly something you can have

All of his servants are willing to help at a moment's notice, so don’t feel pressured to do anything. Doflamingo wants to assure you that you should focus on feeling better and caring for yourself over worrying about anything you may have to do

Keeping you feeling healthy and refreshed is top priority, he’ll have you join in him in warm baths with only the best quality shampoos and soaps to make you feel clean and hopefully less stressed

It doesn’t matter the importance of the meeting, he’ll carry you around with him if he needs to. It’s good for you to get out of bed, and Doflamingo will stay by your side and let you curl up peacefully in his lap

Time to yourself is important to avoid being overwhelmed, he’ll send everyone away from your room so you can rest and nap on his chest

Whenever you seem sadder he’ll always have a compliment ready, telling you what a darling you are and how lucky he is to have in his life. Just how important and dear you are to his life

Marco the Phoenix

He notices, but doesn’t freak out about it. The last thing he needs is for you to feel bad about worrying him and he’d rather keep you from feeling bad about your current state

Marco is an easy person to open up to, his calm and laid back demeanor makes him all the more safe feeling to talk to about your feelings

Anyways, he’s a doctor. Making sure his patients are healthy is incredibly important to him and so much more important when it comes down to his s/o

Marco will give whatever advice you may need at the moment, along with sweet compliments and words of comfort to try and diminish any thoughts of self hatred that you may feel

Although you may prefer to stay in your room away from the others, he still brings you out with him. But there’s always a treat that comes with it to make sure you don’t completely dread it

Cuddles and kisses are always the best for it, he’ll let you cuddle into his side and share fluffy kisses whenever you accompany him away from your bed

He’s such an incredibly patient person throughout it, he’ll never pressure you about feeling better immediately, always reminding you to take your time

You’re met with kind praise whenever you make a step forward in feeling better, but even when you fall back he’ll tell you how wonderful you are for trying and tomorrow is always another day to try

He likes to read to you when you prefer to stay in bed, striking up small conversations between the story about whether you like it and how you feel about it

He takes up your tasks himself but will always ask if you’d like to try and join him in them, but he’ll never shame you if you don’t want to. He’ll just kiss your cheek and tell you to get some rest and feel better

[cheeriecherrymain]

Prompt: Viktor having old wounds from a toxic relationship?

To say your day was going poorly would be an understatement. When you’d woken, it had been well before your alarm was set, and yet no amount of laying in the darkness allowed you to fall back into slumber: instead of sulking though, you’d decided to head into the lab a little early. You had a hefty list of tasks you needed to complete in a timely manner, and their due date was looming nearer and nearer. Except halfway through your walk into work, it had started to rain. You had begged the dark grey clouds not to open up on you, but your pleas had gone unanswered and unheard. To top it off, on the way up a set of stairs, you’d tripped: not only jarring your knee and ankle, but also cracking the sole of your shoe. So when you finally arrive at the lab, you’re soaked to the bone, tired, and sore. Socializing is the last thing you want to do at the moment, even though you still manage to muster a grumpy ‘hello’ to your partners.

Jayce picks up on your atrocious mood straight away, offering you both a greeting and a wide berth - he doesn’t ask you about the filing you have yet to complete, though you suspect it’s mostly self-preservation. Viktor on the other hand, clever and observant as he is, fails to see the issues beyond your damp clothing. He was your best friend, the person you trusted most in the world, the only man you actively sought the comfort of: and you knew how dense he could be at times. You knew how he liked to push boundaries from time to time -both yours and his own- and you knew he didn’t have the same sense of self preservation that Jayce did. You knew all this, and you still couldn’t help yourself. As soon as he mentioned the filing from days prior, you popped like a firecracker.

It’s a nasty affair, witnessing your frustration. Words and curses thrown left and right, all of them piercing their target: you’re not mean to Viktor, but you sure are loud. Venting your grievances, asking for one moment, just one moment to deal with your own shit before having to sit down and work. By the end of it all, the lab is silent: Jayce is awkward and tense across the room, you feel like crying, and Viktor…looks alright. Or he would, if you weren’t acutely aware of all his tells.

As soon as you see the hurt flash behind his eyes, you know you’ve fucked up. You had promised him, many years ago, that you’d never take your anger out on him: the wounds he had, had been newer back then, easier to aggravate and bother. You knew what had happened in the relationship that caused those wounds: you’d been the catalyst to the end of it, after all. You barely knew Viktor then, having been little more than his partner on a class project, but the moment someone spoke down to him -someone who was supposed to love him, no less- you’d turned into a fiery ball of unbridled rage. And fists. It had been a messy event, and neither of you really liked talking about it. “I’m sorry,” you sigh, letting your shoulders droop and your head fall. “I- fuck… I’ve had a shitty morning, but that’s- I shouldn’t be- fuck!” You wipe furiously at your eyes, but the tears keep welling up, blurring your vision and stinging your cheeks. Only when Viktor’s hands gently wrap around your own do you stop rubbing your skin raw. You look up at him, bleary and sad, expecting to see his anger glaring back down at you. But you only see understanding. “I forgive you,” he says softly, squeezing your fingers gently. “I can see now that you’ve…really not had the best morning. One person can only take so much. But no more yelling, alright?” You sniffle loudly and nod, wrapping your arms around his waist to cling to him in an awkward hug; he laughs and squirms, but you’re unrelenting in your affection.