#i carry too much love my heart is too full……💔

[ducksido]

What would be the reaction of the Twisted Wonderland boys if Yuu!man told them he wanted a child with them? 🙌

I'm the one who asked about asking the Twisted Wonderland guys if they wanted a child with Yuu! Man... I think I forgot to say that you could also add the Leech brothers 💔:

(boo i made you green)

Riddle Rosehearts At first, Riddle freezes. A child? With him? He flushes from his collar to his ears. "W-Well! I... I suppose if we carefully structure their upbringing and ensure they follow the Queen of Hearts’ rules..." He rambles a bit about parenting methods before going quiet, looking at you with soft wonder. "You really see a future with me?"

Trey Clover Trey smiles warmly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve actually thought about it before. I think you’d be a wonderful dad.” He’s practical, already imagining you both baking cupcakes for your kid’s birthday and teaching them how to ride a broom. He’s quietly thrilled.

Cater Diamond “Wait—seriously? You want a mini-you and mini-me? That’s so cute, I’m gonna cry!” He teases, but there’s a very real sparkle in his eyes. He’d spoil that child rotten with affection and selfies. Lowkey sentimental about the idea.

Ace Trappola “HUH? A kid?! Are we even old enough for that?!” He’s flustered, pacing, cracking jokes to hide how red his ears are. But if you reassure him, he goes quiet. “…You really want that? With me?” He grins sheepishly. “Guess I gotta be a better guy then, huh?”

Deuce Spade His jaw drops. “A child?! You want to be a dad? With me?!” He’s overwhelmed but honored. He immediately stands up straighter, determined to be a good father figure. “I’ll work really hard! I promise I’ll do everything I can for them!”

Leona Kingscholar Leona scoffs. “You’re not scared of having a brat run around biting ankles?” But there’s a softness in his eyes—he likes the idea. “If it’s with you, I guess it wouldn’t be that bad.” He’s imagining a strong, clever kid napping with you both under the sun.

Ruggie Bucchi He chokes on his donut. “You—you serious?” He’s anxious at first—kids are expensive! But when you talk about raising one together, he gets misty-eyed. “You really think I’d make a good dad? …You got too much faith in me, but I ain’t gonna let you down.”

Jack Howl He blushes immediately. “That’s… wow.” He takes your hand gently, tail wagging. “I’d be honored. We’d raise them to be strong and kind. I want that with you.” You get a full-on tail wag and the softest smile.

Azul Ashengrotto His pen falls from his hand. “A child... With me?” He’s spiraling internally, worried he’ll mess up, but your trust in him breaks through. “…If you truly wish for that, then I’ll do my utmost to ensure our child has everything they need.” Cue big blush.

Jade Leech Jade tilts his head with interest. “My, my... You want to build a family with me?” He looks both amused and sincerely touched. “I’d love to see what a child of ours would be like… Would they inherit your kindness or my cunning?”

Floyd Leech “EH?! A shrimpy baby? With meee?” He laughs, but it’s more delighted than mocking. “That’d be so fun! Let’s name ‘em something weird! I’ll teach ‘em how to squish people~!” He’s surprisingly doting, already planning how to carry the kid on his shoulders.

Kalim Al-Asim “A child?! YES!! I’VE ALWAYS WANTED A BIG FAMILY!” He’s jumping up and down, hugging you tight. He’s already making a list of names and party themes for their first birthday. Pure sunshine dad energy.

Jamil Viper He chokes on his tea. “You... want a kid? With me?” He looks away, trying to hide the flush. “That’s... a lot of responsibility.” But the thought of raising a child with you slowly makes him smile. “If it’s with you… I think I’d like that.”

Idia Shroud “S-s-simulation error!! Whoa whoa whoa—y-you want... a c-c-c-child with me?! Like…a real-life gremlin?! You do realize I’m...me, right?” He panics hard at first, but once he calms down, he mumbles, “We could raise a genius gamer prodigy together... or a cool cyborg… heh…”

Ortho Shroud (Platonic Reaction) “Does this mean I’d be a uncle! That’s so cool!! I promise to help take care of them, Yuu!! I’ll be the best uncle ever!” Ortho’s 100% on board and already scanning baby name databases.

Vil Schoenheit Vil takes a moment, staring in silence. “A child, hmm? …I wouldn’t want to raise them under the spotlight.” He holds your hand gently. “But if you want this… then yes. I’d make sure they’re strong, graceful, and proud of who they are.”

Rook Hunt “Ohoho~! Mon trésor, how romantic!” Rook is overjoyed. “To raise a child, a beautiful fusion of you and me—c’est magnifique!” He’s already planning their artistic education and hunting trips.

Epel Felmier He freezes mid-sentence. “W-wait, y-you mean…like...a baby-baby?!” Once he processes it, his face lights up with pride. “I’ll teach ‘em how to fight, and climb trees, and pick apples! We’ll raise a real strong kid together!”

Malleus Draconia He looks surprised for a full minute, then slowly breaks into a gentle smile. “A child of our own… A legacy to protect. I would be honored, Yuu.” He holds your hands and promises to teach them the old fae ways and lull them to sleep with stories of Briar Valley.

Lilia Vanrouge “Oh ho! You’re speaking my language~” He grins, visibly delighted. “I’d love that. You know I’m great with kids, right?” (He’s already made a tiny bat plush for them.) He’s giddy at the idea of raising one with you.

Silver He goes completely still, blinking in disbelief. “You... want a child. With me?” His face turns red, but he softly smiles. “I’d do everything in my power to give them a safe, peaceful life. And... I’d be so lucky to raise them with you.”

Sebek Zigvolt “WHA—ME?! A CHILD?! WITH Y-YOU?!” He yells so loud you swear glass breaks. But once he settles, he clears his throat. “If this is your wish… then I shall devote myself to it completely! They will be strong, noble, and worthy of Lord Malleus’s presence!”

[cupcait777]

under the bleachers ⋆˚࿔

what starts with one stolen glance across the soccer field turns into a secret-laced spiral of late-night drives, under-the-bleachers kisses, and the kind of love that makes you reckless. in a town that doesn’t understand girls like them, they find freedom in each other—and maybe something like forever. 𔘓 a/n : ok i used karina as reader's fc and so what.... anw this is my first full blown short fic or whatever so i hope this doesn't flop! like loona 💔

wiskayok’s fall heat hits different.

it’s the kind that sticks to your skin and turns the inside of your cheer uniform into a sauna. the kind that makes the air taste like cut grass, cigarettes, and teenage sweat. the field is alive with motion—cleats tearing into turf, whistles shrieking, the faint echo of coach martinez yelling something about "faster feet, sharper plays."

you’re on the sidelines, wiping a bead of sweat from your temple with the back of your hand. you grin as one of the freshmen nails her jump for the first time, and your voice carries across the field like a chant wrapped in honey.

and that's when natalie scatorccio sees you.

not for the first time. but for the first time like this.

she’s half-listening to tai talk about their busted cassette tape, half-dribbling the ball between her cleats with the kind of bored recklessness that always gets her in trouble. her jersey’s soaked through in patches, sticking to her spine, and there’s a scrape on her elbow from earlier when she wiped out chasing a pass too aggressively.

she hears you laugh before she spots you.

and then she does spot you—and time skips like a scratched record.

you’re light and bright and glittering. not the pastel, clean kind of pretty. no—you’re sunshine with teeth. skirt hitched just right, shoelaces double-knotted, pompom resting against your hip like it belongs there. you’re smiling like someone who’s never had to lie about it.

natalie blinks, heart stuttering like she’s just been tackled.

“nat,” tai says, elbowing her. “ball.”

she doesn’t react in time. the ball slips past her and rolls to the sidelines.

jackie groans. “jesus, scatorccio—can you maybe focus?”

natalie drags her eyes away, curses under her breath, and jogs after the ball. but she can feel you looking now. just a little. enough to heat her face.

⸝⸝⸝

practice drags. coach yells. jackie yells louder.

but natalie can’t shake you.

your laugh. your voice. the tiny glint of rhinestones at the corner of your eye. you’re sharp in ways she’s never been taught to look for. and when practice finally ends, she bolts from the field before jackie can drag her into another lecture about “teamwork” and “commitment” and “not staring at cheerleaders while tai eats shit on defense.”

the sun is low when she lights a cigarette behind the gym. the breeze is warm, the brick wall cool at her back. she closes her eyes, takes a long drag, and breathes out smoke like it’ll steady her nerves.

it doesn’t.

not when footsteps crunch the gravel. not when she hears your voice again, soft and casual.

“you know those kill you, right?”

natalie opens her eyes, cigarette halfway to her mouth. you’re standing there, hair pulled back, skirt still on, one strap of your gym bag slipping from your shoulder. you’ve taken off the glitter, but not the gloss. you look tired, flushed, real.

she lowers the cigarette. smirks.

“you always smile that much,” she says, “or just when people are watching?”

you step closer. “only when yellowjackets fumble passes mid-stare.”

natalie grins. wide, unbothered, wild. the kind of smile that means danger if you’re not careful.

“you got jokes.”

you shrug. “i’m flexible.”

“bet you are,” she mutters under her breath, and your face flushes—whether from the heat or the implication, she doesn’t know. doesn’t care. she likes it.

“you gonna offer me one?” you ask, nodding at the cigarette.

natalie blinks. “you smoke?”

you tilt your head. “you ask all the girls that, or just the ones who sit next to you?”

she pauses. then jerks her chin at the wall. “go on, sit.”

you do. right beside her. not touching—but so close she can count the sparkles still clinging to your lashes. so close she can smell your vanilla perfume and grass and the strawberry-sweet wax on your lips.

there’s a beat of silence. a flick of ash. a breath.

“you gonna go to the game on friday?” she asks, trying to sound casual.

“i’m cheering at it,” you reply, smiling sideways. “you planning to score?”

she taps the ash to the ground. “always do.”

you laugh. and it’s the kind of laugh that gets stuck in her throat. ⸝⸝⸝

that night, natalie doesn’t go home.

she ends up at van’s, lounging in a beanbag chair while tai digs through their vhs stack and van eats gummy worms by the fistful.

“so,” van says slowly, “how long’ve you been into glitter and ponytails?”

natalie rolls her eyes. “i’m not.”

tai laughs. “okay.”

natalie lights another cigarette. “she sat next to me.”

van leans back. “did you talk?”

“she teased me.”

tai whistles low. “dangerous territory, scatorccio.”

natalie stares at the ceiling. “yeah,” she mutters. “i fucking know.”

𔘓 a/n : ok we got some slowburn going awn and nat shamelessly ogling on reader......... lmk if u guys like it! part two ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[yokumirumerafan]

Demon Slayer x Y/N HCs (if Y/N accused them of cheating)

OK I did this with MHA and honestly it was much easier T^T

Hashira Reactions 🌸

🔥 Rengoku Kyojuro

Reaction: Pure heartbreak. How could you think that?!? 😭 Scenario:

"Y/N, I would never betray you! My love for you burns brighter than the sun itself!" ☀️

He’s so confused but refuses to get angry.

He grabs your hands gently and looks into your eyes with that sincere Rengoku warmth.

"Tell me who made you feel this way, and I will prove to you that my love is true!"

Probably writes you a love letter after just to reassure you.

🌊 Tomioka Giyuu

Reaction: Blink. Blink. Absolute confusion. Scenario:

"Huh?" (Literally just that. He is SHOOK.)

He is not good with words, so he just stands there, looking lost like a puppy in the rain.

If you try to walk away, he grabs your wrist gently and just mumbles, "Y/N, I wouldn’t do that. I love you." 🥺

Expect silent, deep cuddles later as his way of proving his loyalty.

🌪️ Shinazugawa Sanemi

Reaction: Loud. Very, very loud. Scenario:

“EXCUSE ME?!? WHO THE HELL SAID THAT BULLSHIT?”

He gets SO offended that you’d even think that.

Arms crossed, veins popping, pacing around angrily.

Then, suddenly, his voice softens—“I… I wouldn’t do that to you, idiot.” 😤

Yanks you into a crushing hug and grumbles, "You're mine. I don’t need anyone else."

🍂 Iguro Obanai

Reaction: Hurt but quiet. Scenario:

Doesn’t say anything for a long time. Just stares at you.

“...If you think so little of me, then I must have failed you as a partner.” 💔

His snake hisses at you like, ‘HOW DARE YOU?’

Eventually, he sighs, pulls you close, and whispers, "I love you, Y/N. There is no one else."

⚡ Uzui Tengen

Reaction: Insulted. Absolutely insulted. Scenario:

“I have THREE WIVES, and I only want YOU TOO?! How could you think I’d need anyone else?” 😭

Dramatic as hell. Hand on heart, fake crying.

Then he scoops you up bridal style and says, “Guess I have to love you EXTRA today, huh?” 😉

🌿 Himejima Gyomei

Reaction: TEARS. JUST TEARS. 😭😭😭 Scenario:

"Y/N… that hurts my heart deeply…" (sniffles)

His hands tremble as he cups your face.

“I love you with my entire soul. I would never betray you.” (now YOU feel bad lmao)

Expect soothing forehead kisses and the softest cuddles.

🦋 Kocho Shinobu

Reaction: Mocking but secretly hurt. Scenario:

"Ara ara~ Y/N, how cruel of you to think that!"

Smiles sweetly but is internally heartbroken.

Pulls you into a tight hug and whispers, "If I ever hurt you, I wouldn’t forgive myself."

Later, she spends extra time with you, making sure you feel loved.

❄️ Kanroji Mitsuri

Reaction: Instant tears. Like, FULL-ON SOBBING. 😭 Scenario:

“Y-Y/N-CHANNNN, HOW COULD YOU THINK I WOULD DO THAT?!!” (ugly crying noises)

Clings to you like a koala while wailing.

"I LOVE YOUUUU!!!" (so dramatic lmao, but cute)

You end up comforting her instead. 😂

Main Three + Genya 🍡

🌿 Tanjiro Kamado

Reaction: Devastated but patient. Scenario:

"Y/N, please, listen to me…" 🥺

Holds your hands gently and won’t let go until you hear him out.

“I would never hurt you like that. Please trust me.”

Kisses your forehead and does everything he can to make you feel secure again.

⚡ Zenitsu Agatsuma

Reaction: SOBBING. ABSOLUTE MELTDOWN. Scenario:

“W-WHAT?!? Y-Y/N-CHANNNN, I WOULD NEVER CHEAT ON YOUUUU—” (cue waterfalls of tears)

Gets so emotional that you end up feeling guilty.

Clings to you like his life depends on it.

“I LOVE YOU, AND ONLY YOU!!” 😭

🐗 Inosuke Hashibira

Reaction: Confused and angry. Scenario:

“WHAT?! WHO SAID THAT?! I'LL FIGHT THEM!!”

Physically offended. Full-on angry boar mode.

“Y/N, YOU’RE MY MATE! I DON’T WANT ANOTHER ONE, DUMMY!”

Literally picks you up and carries you around like a trophy.

🔫 Genya Shinazugawa

Reaction: Hurt but angry. Scenario:

"What the hell, Y/N?! Do you really think I’d do that to you?"

Looks heartbroken but tries to hide it.

“I love you, dumbass.” (kisses you aggressively afterward)

Later, he brings you your favorite food as a silent apology for getting mad.

Upper Moons + Muzan 🩸

👑 Muzan Kibutsuji

Reaction: OFFENDED. OUTRAGED. Scenario:

"HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF SUCH A LOWLY THING?"

Dramatic, evil villain pose.

Then softens and cups your chin. “You are mine, Y/N. There is no one else.” (possessive af 😏)

🌑 Kokushibo

Reaction: Silence. Then pain. Scenario:

Just stares at you. For a LONG time.

"…I see. So you doubt me." (🥺 oh no, now YOU feel bad.)

He slowly wraps his arms around you.

“You are my only light, Y/N. I have no need for another.”

🌀 Douma

Reaction: Playful at first, but secretly sad. Scenario:

"Oh dear~ Someone’s jealous!" (teasing smirk)

But then he leans in, voice low and serious.

“Y/N, I only want you. And if anyone else tries to take me? I’ll kill them.” (creepy but reassuring? 😭)

🔥 Akaza

Reaction: Shocked and hurt. Scenario:

“Y/N… I would NEVER betray you.”

Grabs your shoulders, staring deep into your eyes.

"You are my reason to fight. Don’t ever doubt that."

Strong, emotional forehead kiss.

[rynnthefangirl]

Thoughts on Squid Games season 2 (spoilers):

1. That Pentathalon was brutal and one of the hardest games in either season. Seriously if even ONE person chokes you ALL die and it is so easy to choke at games like that under pressure. Should have killed way more people tbh.

Also I have been obsessed with Gonggi since watching that episode. Don’t have the real pieces, but I’ve learned to do level five with dice😎

2. Gi Hun and Player 333 defender, y’all don’t get them like I do🙌

Player 333 ate when he stabbed Thanos, you go pookie🥰

Also Young Mi’s death wasn’t his fault😞

Okay maybe I just think 333 is cute💕🤭

Gi Hun making sacrifices to try to stop the games for good is not and never will be on the same level as the game makers running the games in the first place, wipe that smirk off your face Mr. Frontman😠

Also his plan wasn’t terrible, he just didn’t know 001 was the Frontman. Maybe he should have known they’d try something like that again, but he probably figured they thought they’d beat him when they took out the tracking device. He got so close to the control room and could have won if he wasn’t betrayed!

Gi Hun could have left it all behind but instead he willingly put his life on the line to try to stop the games for good!!! He’s not “playing the hero” he IS a hero!!

I mean I’m not saying he is perfect or makes all right choices, but he has a noble goal.

3. It breaks my heart how different Gi Hun is😢 he was so bright and full of life in S1, now he’s quiet and broken. Powerful character development, but I miss my wife😭

4. Didn’t really think of 457 as a ship while I was watching, but seeing it in the fandom… yeah it’s a good ship. Gotta love a solid hero x villain, and the idea of Jun Ho finally finding the island only to realize his evil brother is psychosexually obsessed with Gi Hun is hilarious😂 457 is a great ship name too.🫰

5. I miss Sae Byeok💔

6. Player 120 and Player 149 carried this season, I’m glad they survived and am excited to see more of them!

7. I feel for Dae Ho, but I don’t think I can 100% defend him purely because he should not have volunteered to go back for the ammo. Like his reaction is totally understandable and looked like a PTSD attack and I don’t blame him in the slightest for getting out of that situation. But let 120 go back for the ammo!!! She already volunteered and she had it!!!

Although in his defense the others really should have seen that he wasn’t in a good state of mind for that mission, so that’s on them as well.

8. Player 390 was the hardest death for me, he was a good dude and Gi Hun has already watched too many friends die😭 to know it was his plan that got him killed is so much worse too.

[speaknow-sw]

Pretty much need a whole fic about Hayden with a boy toddler, as far as I can't create it 💔

you know what ? I let my mind wander on this ask so here’s drabbles of PURE FLUFF :

Hayden grins broadly, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth as he wrestles playfully with his little boy on the living room rug. "No way, you can't beat me! I'm the tickle monster champion!" Hayden declares in a goofy, deep voice. His son giggles and squirms, trying to wriggle free from his dad's gentle but persistent tickling fingers.

"Daddy, noooo! I give, I give!" the little boy howls with laughter, his blonde curls bouncing. Hayden relents, pulling the giggling child into a warm hug, both of them breathing heavily from the playful tussle.

"You did so well, bud. But you know what that means?" Hayden asks, ruffling his son's hair affectionately. The boy looks up at him with curious blue eyes, a big grin still plastered on his face.

"It means... it means ice cream time!" Hayden exclaims, unable to contain his excitement. "What flavor do you want, sweetheart? Chocolate, vanilla, or maybe... strawberry?"

The little boy thinks for a moment before squealing in delight, "Strawberry! With sprinkles and chocolate syrup too!"

"Your wish is my command," Hayden chuckles, booping his nose playfully. "C'mon, let's go get your ice cream reward for being such a brave little guy."

Rising to his feet, Hayden scoops up his son and carries him towards the kitchen, the boy's legs dangling and kicking happily. Hayden smiles to himself, his heart full and content in this perfect, simple moment with his beautiful child.

Hayden sits in the stands of the small community ice rink, his hands clasped around a steaming paper cup of coffee as he watches the tiny hockey players skating clumsily on the ice. The chill of the rink sends a shiver down his spine, and he takes a sip of the hot liquid to warm himself.

His eyes are glued to a small figure in a bright blue and white jersey, struggling to keep up with the other children as they chase the tiny puck around the rink. Hayden's heart clenches as he recognizes his own son, the shy and timid boy hesitating before attempting a shot on the small, child-sized net.

"That's my boy," Hayden murmurs under his breath, willing his son to gain the confidence to take the shot. "You got this, sweetheart."

As the play continued, Hayden found himself on the edge of his seat, his heart racing as his son finally mustered the courage to skate towards the goal. With a tentative swipe of his tiny stick, he managed to tap the puck towards the net, the small crowd of parents and siblings erupting into cheers as it bounced off the post and trickled into the goal.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Hayden lept to his feet, shouting his encouragement and pride as his son looked up at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. Hayden smiled broadly, giving him a double thumbs up and a proud nod. "That's my boy!" he called out, his voice echoing in the rink. "You did it! Way to go, buddy!"

The shy boy offered his dad a tentative smile before glancing down shyly, his cheeks flushed pink beneath his helmet. Hayden chuckled softly, taking another sip of his coffee as he settled back into his seat, his heart swelling with love and pride for his little guy. He knew the road to confidence was a long one, but he would be there to cheer his son on every step of the way.

Hayden kneels down by the half-dug hole in the backyard, sweat glistening on his brow from the warm spring sun. He's wearing a tight white t-shirt that hugs his lean, muscular frame, and faded jeans with the knees caked in dried mud. Hayden looks up as his little boy toddles over, a handful of pebbles clutched tightly in his chubby fist.

"Daddy, I gonna help!" the child announces proudly, his blonde curls disheveled from running around the yard. He drops the pebbles with a clatter at the edge of the pond excavation, looking up at Hayden with eager, blue-eyed anticipation.

Hayden smiles warmly at his son, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Alright little man, you can definitely help," he agrees, ruffling the boy's hair affectionately. "But we need to make sure the rocks are big enough to stay put when we fill up the pond. Wanna try again?"

The boy nods solemnly, then scampers off to the pile of river rocks Hayden hauled in with the wheelbarrow earlier. Hayden watches as his son carefully selects a slightly larger stone, grunting as he lifts it with great effort.

"That's a good one!" Hayden encourages, kneeling down to help his son set the rock along the edge of the pond. "Nice and sturdy, just like you." He winks playfully, making the boy giggle.

Together, the unlikely pair continues to place rocks around the perimeter of the pond, Hayden guiding his son's small hands to position them just right. Every so often, Hayden pauses to wipe the sweat and dirt from his brow, smiling at his little helper who's doing his very best to assist his daddy.

In these quiet, unhurried moments, Hayden feels a profound sense of contentment and purpose. Building a pond with his son, teaching him, being a positive influence - this is what truly matters in life. He knows he'll remember and cherish these everyday moments with his child for years to come.

He’s a pro at bonding father/son activities don’t tell me otherwise

[creedslove]

HEARTLESS 💔 - PART SIX

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: your weekend on the ranch continues, as Wyatt enjoys every single aspect of it, the tension between you and Jack increases

(this is the sixth part of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE| PART TWO| PART THREE| PART FOUR| PART FIVE

Warnings: asshole!jack, angst, hurt, fluff (because Wyatt is soooo cute), mom!reader

A/N: oh besties, I don't know what to do to Jack honestly. He just can't get one single thing right. He opens his heart, only to make things wrong again, I love him, but it's getting tiring

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Jack gripped his cheek as it burned and looked at you in pure shock and awe. He had no idea a frail little thing like yourself - as he envisioned you when it came to physical confrontation - but he'd be damned as your hand was heavy. You panted heavily as you wiped your lips and groaned 

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Jack?" You roared at him, tears filling your eyes as you felt yourself anxious and hurt, that was just how little he thought of you: that he would offer you shelter for the weekend in exchange of fucking you. Over your dead body. 

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? I kissed you, it was an act of affection and you slapped me? Fuck you!" 

"No, fuck you, Jack Daniels because you have been treating me like shit ever since you walked back into my life, you make sure to tell me every single time you hate me, you even told me to my face you never loved me, so now you think I'll let you kiss me just because you probably got a little horny? Why don't you leave $50 on the nightstand so I can have the full hooker experience?" You hissed, seeing he was angry at your refusal, even if he had no right to be angry. 

Jack placed his hand on his hips and sighed deeply licking his lips softly and feeling a pang on his chest as they tasted like you 

"I was trying to do something nice to you, figured you deserved some attention, after all pregnancy was rough on you, and it's not every guy who's gonna look at you now" he regretted his words as soon as they came out of his lips, he could tell he went too far and the worst was that it wasn't even true, he just wanted to hurt you because you hurt his pride and ego by refusing him. 

You couldn't believe his words, he was such a pig, and you didn't even think before raising your hand and aiming for his cheek once more, you knew Jack deserved more than that, but you had never thrown a punch and you didn't even know if you could do it correctly, but he was faster catching your fist before you could hit him. 

"Careful sugar, you are becoming a feisty little bit-" 

"Don't call me a bitch, you wouldn't do that to your late wife, would you? Why are you doing this to me?" You raised your voice, not hiding all the hurt in it as he softened up for a while, letting go of your arm 

"Don't talk about her, Y/N" he warned "you know damn well why I wouldn't call her that…" his tone was low but it carried so much anger and hurt, he knew he had crossed the line with you, but he thought you'd come back to your senses instead of dragging his wife into the middle of it. 

"Yeah? Then go back to your grieving and leave me and my son alone" you spat at him and rushed out of the bedroom, finding Wyatt wandering through the home mesmerized. To him it was a big adventure and he felt the need to explore, he couldn't wait to start playing and didn't understand why his mommy and the cowboy were taking too long, so when he saw his mommy, his face lit up, being too caught up in his innocent excitement to see how sad she was 

"Can we pway mommy?" He asked adorably and giggled as she picked him up, so happy to finally be able to go outside as you crossed the big living room and went out the door, but Wyatt frowned as soon as he realized they were heading towards the car, and not the green fields. His little heart sank as he didn't want to go home just yet, he wanted to play with his friend cowboy. 

"Mommy no go home, pwease" he asked in a whimper but you didn't seem to have listened, so he tried again, louder this time, asking you not to go home. You didn't say anything else, expecting him to calm down as your son had always been such a calm and sweet child but when he started crying and begging you to stay, you didn't know what was happening to your sweet Wyatt, he was just having a meltdown in your arms, shaking his head and bawling as he didn't want to leave. If only he was a little older and you could explain him why you two shouldn't stay for any other minute at that house. 

"Cowboy, pwease!!!" Wyatt wailed and felt a tiny hope in his chest as Jack rushed outside immediately "don't wet mommy take me, pwease" he cried and you could only feel Jack taking your son into his arm.

You looked back at him with so much anger and you were willing to fight for your son, but the way he wrapped his arms around his father's neck and breathed a sigh of relief to be away from you shattered your heart. 

Of course Wyatt preferred his dad. 

You sniffed as you looked at them "come with mommy, my love" you extended your arms at him but Wyatt turned away, hiding his face from you just like he did when he didn't like someone.

You bit your lips as you felt so hurt and rejected at that moment, you knew it wasn't his fault, he was a toddler, he didn't know the context of that situation and especially not the weight of his actions. 

"Alright then" you whispered and looked down, walking towards the stable at a fast pace, there was at least one creature that wouldn't treat you badly in that place. 

Helen was deeply upset to have witnessed the scene, she hated to see you so heartbroken and also Wyatt crying like that and she was also sure it had all to do with Jack. She wished she could yell at him, grab him by the shoulders and shake him until he got into his senses, but unfortunately she couldn't. He was a grown man even if he didn't act like one, he should be responsible for his actions.

She walked behind him, smiling at Wyatt and wiping his tears, "come see the dogs with me, they love to be petted" Helen offered, intending to take him to the kitchen first and get him a glass of water so he could calm down. Jack immediately got the hint and rubbed his son's back gently, up and down "it's okay Wyatt, mommy's just a little stressed, let's watch the dogs and other animals before we find her? I ain't letting you go home today buddy, you and mama are staying the whole weekend, got it?" He assured his son, who smiled softly and snuggled him, feeling so comfortable and safe in his arms.

                         •••

You spent a long time in the stables, not sure how long exactly but it was definitely hours, judging by how famished you felt as you fed those lovely animals. You've always loved horses, always seeing them in movies, on TV and on the internet, and you always liked what they looked like and how strong and yet gentle they could be; your passion for them really sprung when you started dating Jack and he introduced you to his horses. You remembered being dumbfounded to know he actually owned horses and it also made you come to the realization he had money, not that his overall lifestyle in the city and his ranch weren't enough evidence of it, but you've always heard horses were really expensive to own and take care of, and if there was something you couldn't accuse Jack Daniels of, was not taking care of his horses. 

He was so gentle with them, patient, and he showed you the best way to approach and feed them and of course, brush them. And once he realized you loved doing such things, he let you do it. You did it almost every day, until Jack came home with a young mare he bought at a very cheap price because the owner was going to put her down, as she had been born with a problem on the hoof which caused her pain to run and she absolutely refused her. He was a softie at heart and bought her, knowing maybe you would like her. 

And you fell in love with her beautiful gray fur and how sweet she was, so Jack was amused when you named her Silver Pony - like his jet. 

You would spend so long with Silver Pony, telling her everything about your life and about your relationship with Jack. She was like a friend to you - and you addressed her with human pronouns, because she meant so much to you. And she seemed to understand you too, she showered you with affection and so much understanding coming from her sweet eyes. Even before you found out Wyatt was nothing more than a small bean inside of you, Silver Pony would greet you by gently rubbing her face against your womb, sniffing it gently and making you giggle. 

The way you loved that horse, made Jack fall in love with you even more at the time you were together and that was why he knew you'd rush to your old friend after what happened. So he took Wyatt on a tour through the ranch, not without gifting him a stetson hat specially made for his son first and then leaving the stables for last, so you would have enough time to see Silver Pony and spend time with her until you were calm. In the meantime, Jack's heart melted at how cute his son, Wyatt, was the happiest he'd ever seen, watching the animals and being able to touch some of them. He liked chirping at the birds and giggled when he saw chicken because he thought they were so funny. 

Then, Helen met them near the lake with a basket full of sandwiches and other yummy things. After what she'd witnessed, she thought it was better to replace lunch for a picnic and hoped maybe you would join them for dinner, as she had prepared your favorite. 

As Wyatt chewed his sandwich calmly he looked up at Jack with sad little eyes "whewe's mommy? I miss mommy, cowboy" Jack's heart sank at his son's puppy eyes and wiped the crumbles from his hand before ruffing his hair "mommy is spending time with a special friend of hers, she's by the stable I'm sure and I'm also sure you'll love mommy's friend" he said with a sweet smile and could feel Helen's burning gaze on him. If Jack were the kind of man to blush, he would be blushing right now. Wyatt came closer and leaned his body against Jack's side, sighing softly.

"You know, your mommy was my… friend… and she used to live here with me for a few years, she was a lot of fun and I miss her" he said "but I was mean to her and even when I try to be nice to her, I end up being mean" 

He frowned softly and looked up at him 

"Why mean? Wyatt no wike mean" he said and waited for an answer as Jack swallowed 

"Sometimes we behave bad even when we don't want to, right?" He watched as his son nodded "but your mama is a wonderful woman, and I love her just as I love you, Wyatt" the boy wrapped his small arms around the cowboy's big body and snuggled him tight "I wove you too cowboy" he said innocently and Helen teared up as she witnessed the moment, she wished so hard you could be there to see that scene and hear Jack's honest words, it was a heartfelt moment and she felt upset you had missed it. 

Jack hugged Wyatt tight and kissed the top of his head, handing him his small stetson which he put it on excitedly and watched as Jack gathered the food and placed it back inside the basket "why don't we take these to the stables and have another picnic with mommy? She's probably hungry too" he suggested and saw as Wyatt nodded excitedly and quickly helped the cowboy to gather the food. 

You were stroking Silver Pony's face as she stood next to you and smiled sadly the moment you spotted Jack and Wyatt walking side by side. You could see they were so similar and especially with the stupid hat on, even if your son looked too cute, it was still a reminder of who his father was. 

When Wyatt saw you and the mare, he rushed to you, opening his arms and throwing himself into your arms "mommy!!!" He squealed and looked at you "I sowy mommy, I didn't want to make you cwy" Your heart shattered at how sweet your son was and you only held him tight, caressing his soft cheek and shook your head "I know baby, it's okay, and mommy is also sorry she made you cry" you said and kissed his forehead, loving how welcoming his small embrace was. 

Jack shyly cleared his throat and showed you the basket 

"We brought you some food, sug- I mean, Y/N" he opened it and began taking out the sandwiches, bottles of juice and cake "you must be hungry" he added hesitantly and you nodded "thank you" you said politely and grabbed a sandwich, taking a big bite out of it and Jack felt another ounce of guilt for making you starve like that, though you barely looked at him, instead you smiled at your son "honey, mommy wants you to meet Silver Pony" you told him and got up, taking his small hand and guiding him to the beautiful mare. Wyatt was mesmerized and jumped in excitement, he couldn't believe how beautiful and nice that horse was to him and immediately hugged her

"I wove you, I wove you, I wove you" he squealed at Silver Pony, never wanting to let go of her. 

Jack also got up, taking a few steps closer and stood next to you 

"Y/N, I want to talk to you… I want to apologize, really apologize, I don't know if there will ever be a forgiveness for leaving you and our son, and even if it did, I know I don't deserve it, but I do want to apologize for being so cruel to you… maybe after Wyatt goes to bed you could talk to me?" He asked, as you swallowed and looked at him "I spent the whole day crying because you can't go by ten minutes without offending me, Jack… do you think you can just give me your puppy eyes and I'll forgive you? Don't try to fix things, you don't care about me, you never loved me, you told me that yourself, just let me be and make it through this weekend so I can go back home with my son" you told him and walked towards Wyatt, the two of you showering Silver Pony in love and affection, as Jack watched the two of you at a small distance but feeling a complete outcast from your lives.

____

A/N: I don't know about you besties, but my heart is a little broken now 💔

[thestupidhelmet]

Free Fallin by Tom Petty is so Jackie and Hyde coded it hurts

Great song! Great musician (gone too soon 💔).

For me, the lyrics don't fit J/H perfectly. But this kind of thing is subjective. People's musical tastes, favorite songs, and interpretation of characters and their relationships create a myriad of opinions and connections for an individual. No one is "wrong" when they say X-song is Y-shipper coded. For that person, they feel a connection between the song and the ship. It's an intimate and innate feeling that can't be debated.

Then there are songs with lyrics that are more objectively a match. They're chosen with a writer's mind rather than a shipper's heart.

For instance, the show choosing, "He Stopped Loving Her Today" by George Jones as one of the songs Hyde listens to after Jackie dumps him in season 5 and why is absolutely on the money for Hyde's character and complex feelings in that moment. I generally don't enjoy country music, and this song isn't one I listen to. But the lyrics reveal Hyde's subtext (because he is almost all subtext) as text. He's listening to the song because it matches and reflects his mental-emotional state, something so many of us do.

I'm going to post the lyrics with commentary about how they fit Hyde's character in that specific point in time and since his romantic relationship with Jackie began.

He said, "I'll love you 'til I die."

She told him, "You'll forget me in time."

Hyde is so deeply in love with Jackie that it scares him. Because of his childhood wounding of parental abandonment and betrayal, he doesn't trust someone he loves that much will stay. So he, unlike the protagonist of the song, doesn't verbalize his feelings of love. That would make him too vulnerable to loss, he believes. Instead, Hyde demonstrates his love through actions and indirect / misdirecting dialogue. But the song reveals his true feelings nakedly: he'll love Jackie as long as he lives.

The next lyric illustrates Hyde's understanding that his protection mechanisms have led Jackie to believe she doesn't mean much to him. He never expresses directly that he loves her and bridles against her attempts to have him verbally confirm his feelings.

Then he doesn't trust or respect her enough to ask her why she's seemingly cuddling with Kelso on the Pinciottis' sofa but rather assumes the worst -- because of his childhood wounding and expectation of abandonment and betrayal -- and sleeps with another woman to break up with Jackie a) in a hostile way he hopes will hurt her as much as he believes she's betrayed him and b) to ensure they won't reconcile because he hasn't stopped loving her and might go back to her again (as he does after the "Get off my boyfriend!" break-up), and his act of cheating will be unforgivable to her.

Jackie's belief as described above is confirmed a few episodes after Hyde listens to the song when Jackie explains to Eric and Donna that she needs Hyde but Kelso needs her. She thinks Hyde can walk away from their relationship easily and will "forget [her] in time." He's given her this messaging when the truth is the opposite, as the song's next lyrics demonstrate.

As the years went slowly by

She still preyed in his mind.

He kept her picture on the wall,

Went half crazy now and then

But still loved her through it all,

Hoping she'd come back again.

Hyde is heartbroken, and he envisions his future without Jackie: remaining in love with her, the fact they're not together messing with his mental state, and always hoping they'd reconcile and resume their relationship, even if it takes years.

Skipping ahead in the lyrics to the last two stanzas:

You know she came to see him one last time.

Oh, and we all wondered if she would.

And it kept runnin' through my mind

This time he's over her for good.

He stopped loving her today.

They placed a wreath upon his door,

And soon they'll carry him away.

He stopped loving her today.

The lyrics come full-circle from the man saying to the woman, "I'll love you 'til I die," to the lyric, "He stopped loving her today," because he died. The "wreath upon his door" is on his casket door. The end of the song reflects Hyde's depression and lack of belief Jackie will forgive him. He can't imagine loving someone else as much as he loves her, and he'll die loving her. He hopes she'd care enough to go to his funeral, the irony being that she returns to him only once he's dead.

The depth of Hyde's love for Jackie, although present in the subtext throughout season 5, is laid bare in this song. It's a brilliant choice by whoever chose it for the show. Its specific details match Hyde's inner self and his relationship dynamic with Jackie one-to-one in an analogous way.

[itzsyds]

girl I feel o o e has requested esr for a long time can you do like Emile and reader have a little boy who gets all excited while watching his dad play (please make him play at Arsenal cuz I miss my boy so much) thanks girly

Emile Smith Rowe x Reader

When Daddy Wears Red❤️🤍

—

Anon. Thank you for the request. I really miss him too💔😓 the fact that some Fulham fans don’t even appreciate him sends me into a full blown meltdown man.

I went through my camera roll from matches the other day & I wanted to burst into tears because I thought he was gonna be with us a lot longer than he was…😭

—

—

FLUFF- Emile may be a star on the pitch for Arsenal, but at home, he’s simply "Daddy"— Noah’s hero, playmate, and the center of their little boy's world!

—

Saturdays in their house were sacred.

Not because of lie-ins or lazy brunches— though those happened too— but because Saturdays meant match day.

And to their three-year-old son, Noah, match day meant Daddy was going to be on TV.

From the moment he woke up, the day carried an electric buzz. Noah’s little feet would pad across the hardwood floors and into the bedroom, clambering into the bed between you and Emile, eyes wide with sleepy excitement.

“Is it today, Mummy? Is Daddy playing today?”

“Mmhm,” you’d whisper, smoothing back his bedhead curls. “He’s playing at the Emirates.”

He’d immediately turn to Emile, poking him in the cheek with his tiny fingers. “You wear your red shirt, Daddy?”

Emile cracked one eye open and smiled sleepily. “Course I do, little man. What’s Arsenal without our red?”

Noah beamed, satisfied and happy.

By 10am, he was already in his own mini Arsenal kit—“Smith Rowe 10” (I cried guys💔) printed proudly on the back, though the letters curved slightly over his tiny frame.

He paraded around the living room, dribbling a soft ball between his feet, occasionally yelling “GOAL!” before throwing himself dramatically onto the rug, arms stretched like he'd won the Champions League (I am also crying again).

You watched from the kitchen doorway, heart swelling. He was Emile’s mirror image— right down to the way his nose scrunched when he was concentrating.

Before Emile left for the stadium, he always knelt down to Noah’s level.

“You gonna watch me little man?” he’d ask.

“On the big telly!” Noah would chirp.

“And you’re gonna cheer extra loud, yeah?”

Noah nodded fiercely. “I’m gonna clap so loud, Daddy. And tell the TV you’re my best boy.”

Emile melted every time. “You’re my best boy too.”

And then he was off— bag slung over his shoulder, hoodie pulled up, flashing one last smile before stepping out the door.

The hours leading up to the match were filled with snacks, coloring, and the occasional “How many minutes, Mummy?” Noah couldn’t quite grasp the clock, but he could tell time in terms of cartoons. “Just two Paw Patrols left” was a countdown he understood.

When kickoff finally came, the living room transformed.

You settled Noah onto the sofa with his Arsenal teddy in one arm and juice in the other. The moment Emile appeared on the screen during warm-ups, Noah pointed with a gasp.

“There he is! Look, look, Mummy! That’s my daddy!”

And as the game began, Noah cheered every time Emile touched the ball, even if it was a simple pass. His face lit up whenever the commentators said his dad’s name.

“Did you hear that?! They said Smith Rowe! That’s Dadda’s name!”

At halftime, Noah insisted on FaceTiming Emile, even though he knew Daddy couldn’t answer during the match.

“I just wanna tell him he’s doing so good,” he explained solemnly, holding the phone with both hands.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him no. So you recorded a video instead— Noah, in his kit, cheeks flushed with excitement, saying: “I love you, Daddy! You’re running so fast! I think you’re winning!”

—

That night, long after the final whistle had blown and the celebrations had faded, Emile came home to find Noah asleep on the sofa, the game still playing softly on repeat.

His little hand was resting on Emile’s face on the screen, as if holding it there would keep him close.

Emile crouched beside him, brushing the curls from his forehead and kissing his temple. You joined him with a smile, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“He didn’t even make it to your post-match interview,” you whispered. “But he tried.”

Emile scooped Noah up gently, cradling him close.

“He’s the reason I play like I do,” he murmured. “He’s my home.”

Up in bed, Noah stirred just as Emile tucked him in. His eyelids fluttered open, and he blinked sleepily.

“Did you win, Daddy?” he mumbled.

Emile leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Yeah, mate. We did.”

Noah smiled, eyes already closing again. “Knew it.”

As Emile slid into bed beside you that night, he sighed— a full, contented kind of sigh.

“He really thinks I’m a superhero.”

You kissed his shoulder and pulled the duvet higher. “That’s because you are.”

And beneath that roof, tucked away from the roar of the stadium and the bright lights, the little boy who cheered loudest for Emile Smith Rowe slept soundly— his heart full of football and the kind of love only a child can give their dad.

—

Stop cause I’ve never ever been the person that’s ever wanted kids even when I was a lot younger, but me writing this just honestly set something off in me. I think it’s also the fact Emz is no longer with us anymore & he was legit the love of my life at Arsenal guys😭

He still is the love of my life but he’s at Fulham now & it seems so weird to me & also how he’s been treated💔

[rainydetectiveglitter]

i just found out that gregory scott passed away one of my favorite astrologers

his last video, the may predictions, i can’t even finish it it hurts in a way i can’t really explain

what breaks me even more is that we share such a similar human design like me, he was a projector

as a projector, i'm not meant to chase attention or push myself into spaces i'm meant to wait for recognition for real invitations but what happens when they don’t come?

gregory showed up every day daily readings, weekly horoscopes, monthly forecasts he gave so much but uploading regularly wasn’t an invitation it was offering, not receiving

i fall into the same trap sharing, doing, giving offering free tarot readings and barely being seen in return low engagement, silence it makes me feel invisible uninvited and bitter

he probably felt that too and yet, it seemed like the support he received didn’t reflect the energy he gave his following was modest his income from content was likely limited

still, I know he was seen truly seen by those who connected with his work. His voice, his calm presence, his daily readings... they mattered even if the numbers didn’t always reflect it his impact was real and lasting I’m one of so many who felt it

it’s hard to imagine how much he carried quietly, while continuing to show up for others

i don’t know his exact birth time or full chart but based on his Virgo Sun, Taurus rising, and Capricorn Moon i’ve been able to guesstimate some of his design and what I see just confirms what i felt he was wired for service, stability, and quiet devotion someone who gave from the heart, even without being asked it’s heartbreaking not because he wasn’t enough but because he was giving so much to a world that didn’t give enough back

based on his chart his primary gift was Gate 40, the Giver people with this energy are naturally drawn to support and serve but without boundaries they burn out they disappear

i fear the worst and when i found out, i lost my appetite because i know that feeling the emptiness that comes from putting your heart out there and getting so little in return

he was living with love, vision, and care but he might have been overgiving and under-recognized

if you're a projector please don’t lose yourself trying to be seen you are not here to hustle you are here to guide but only when you’re invited, truly invited

gregory’s work mattered his presence mattered i just hope, wherever he is now he’s finally being recognized in the way he always deserved

💔

[btspeedfreaxx]

I realize it’s been a while. I sincerely apologize. Life has just been so busy… and I think I speak on behalf of all my BT/DZ brethren, sisteren and non-binary friends when I say that it truly hasn’t been the same without either Acchan and Issay in this world.

How has it already been a year-?! Today especially has been very very rough. However much I have healed since perhaps one of the 2 worst days of my life… here today it feels like all that grief, loss and regret came flooding back to me. Like it just happened. Yet in the blink of an eye, it’s now been a full year since we lost Issay.💔 just the mere thought of that makes me want to cry… yet I’ve out poured so many tears over him… that it’s to the point where it psychically hurts today. Nothing comes out, And yet they don’t stop. Ever since that day, I’ve never stopped thinking about him. Or Acchan. Both are forever my eternal heroes.♾️🥹

It’s thanks to Atsushi that Issay saved my life. I’d known about his existence for quite some time, but never payed much attention to him. Until the last stretch of 2021, stretched into the start of 2022.

**Trigger warning folks- I want to tell my story… but this gets dark. So if you want to skip ahead, I completely understand. But in short form… I’d somehow managed to crawl out of the abyss from a 4 year battle with addiction that almost k!lled me. I don’t want to go into details- but during that time I did many awful things. To my family who were just trying to help; to the few friends from highschool that I managed to keep with me, who I then pushed away. When I realized what I had done, I found myself in an abyss, even darker than the last. It was extremely lonely- I felt so numb, isolated, and distant from the world. Like I was floating. I almost didn’t make it.

But within this abyss, I got to know Issay. And I fell head over heels in love with this endlessly fascinating and charismatic man, who was so Unapologetic about who he was, and seemed to share so much in common with my own self. So much of our views on life were the same. Reading about his story… about how he came to write Matsu Uta. It’s amazing how an artist who doesn’t even know you exist can strike you where you feel it most- for somehow his lyrics for Matsu Uta spoke exactly to how I felt in that time. I’d found a new saviour. Which is why I chose to sing Matsu Uta above.⏫ it made me realize that I wasn’t alone. That I wasn’t a burden to my parents or anyone.

“I’ve been here since some time ago

Staying here, sleeping in a standstill

People pass me by

The wind passes me by too

Dreams?　Despair?　Or is it hope?

I wait for you…

I’m just waiting for you

A plethora of times pass me by

A plethora of dreams pass me by

Flickering shadows keep dancing

While I simply stand defenseless

I just want to stand here and wait

I wait for you…

I’m just waiting for you”

(*lyrics translated by Yoshiyuki and taken from their site ;p),

It’s because of that song, because of Issay that I saw a light. And it kept me going, bit by bit. One small baby step at a time. And even when I stumbled back- I now had both he and Acchan’s bodies of art and music to catch my fall, and to comfort my wounds whenever I needed solace. Had it not been for either of these bands, especially Der Zibet at that time, I would not be here today.

Acchan and Issay didn’t just save my life, through them they changed my life, and transformed me into a far better person than I was back then. even after their psychical passings- I feel I still continue to learn more and transcend my inner self, through their legacies of which I swore to carry out, and through every single fan/person who knew them personally. Who continue to do nothing but outpour in love and praise for the 2 of them. For how genuinely compassionate and caring about the world they were. Their “love story” truly opened my eyes towards my own views on life, love and what it could mean.

So Acchan, Issay… if you are somehow reading this. From the bottom of my heart- since I’ll never have the chance sadly to say this to you both in real life. Thank you, so much. 🥹🌸🖤🦇🥀✨♾️ I hope and pray wherever it is you 2 are. You’re at peace. And you are where music and love are up there.

In the meantime, with whatever time I may have left here on earth- I vow that I will never ever shut up. About either of you. 🖤 I love and miss you both so much.♾️🥹 forever and always.

🌈✨ see you over the rainbow someday. Thank you all for reading. Please take care… cherish all that you love. And live life to the fullest that you can.

🦇🥀 rest in power my beloved count. A forever legend to me. Always. https://youtu.be/DY0rVs3pT9A?si=ccO-KWJ-rLJsvZUV

[mysticinsightstarot]

heyyy how are u? So i saw that im on the free tarot game! (Tysmm)

My question is if GA (his first letter of his first name and the second letter of his second name) and me are going to be something? Like who he sees me and his feelings

Thank u❤️🙏🏻

💖✨ Will You & GA Be a Thing? ✨💖

Hey beautiful souls, buckle up for a wild tarot ride full of cosmic chaos, deep emotions, and spicy potential! 😍🔮 Let’s unravel the mysteries of your connection with GA!

1. Current Energy Between You Two

The Devil, The Moon, The World Oof, talk about intense! 🔥🌓 The Devil hints at undeniable attraction, a magnetic pull that you both probably can’t ignore—think obsessive thoughts or that late-night overthinking spiral. The Moon suggests confusion, hidden feelings, and uncertainty clouding the way. 🌌 Yet, The World wraps it up by saying there’s potential for fulfillment if you both can rise above the shadows and fears. It’s like a karmic roller coaster that could come full circle. 🎢💫

2. GA’s Current Feelings for You

8 of Cups, Queen of Cups, Hierophant GA’s energy is a mystery wrapped in complexity. 😶‍🌫️💔 The 8 of Cups shows they’re trying to walk away from something emotionally heavy, maybe past wounds or something unresolved. But wait—the Queen of Cups says they feel deeply for you, with compassion and care. 🥹✨ The Hierophant speaks of tradition, meaning GA might crave commitment but are dealing with inner struggles first. You’re touching their heart, but they need to find themselves before diving in.

3. Your Feelings for GA

High Priestess Ooh, secretive, are we? 😉🌙 The High Priestess tells me you’re keeping your cards close to your chest, maybe trusting your intuition and vibing on a soul level. This is a deep, spiritual attraction, like you know there’s something more but don’t want to spill all the tea just yet. 🍵✨

4. Obstacles in the Connection

Ace of Pentacles, Page of Swords, Queen of Wands, Knight of Cups, 2 of Wands Holy obstacles, Batman! 😵‍💫 The Ace of Pentacles reveals issues around stability—could be financial, practical, or even timing. Meanwhile, the Page of Swords warns of immaturity or gossip, someone snooping or talking without thinking. 🤔 The Queen of Wands? She’s bringing passion, but maybe too much drama! The Knight of Cups shows romantic dreams, but watch out for inconsistencies. The 2 of Wands? There’s distance, maybe literal or metaphorical, making things tough. Decisions, decisions! 🗺️💭

5. What Attracts GA to You

2 of Cups, Page of Cups, Chariot Heart eyes alert! 🥺❤️ The 2 of Cups says GA feels a soulmate-like connection, a bond that’s hard to ignore. The Page of Cups makes them adore your sweet, dreamy side, and The Chariot means you bring out their desire to chase, to go after what they want. You inspire them to take action—they’re so into you, it’s like a love song stuck in their head. 🎶🚗💕

6. What Makes GA Hesitate

6 of Cups, 5 of Swords, 8 of Swords, 7 of Wands Oof, here’s the tea! 🍵🥀 The 6 of Cups brings past memories—GA might still be dealing with a nostalgic longing or an ex-situation. The 5 of Swords is all about conflict and feeling defeated. Add in the 8 of Swords, and they’re stuck in their own mind, paralyzed by fear or self-doubt. And the 7 of Wands? That’s defensiveness, feeling like they have to fight off external pressures. It’s a battlefield in their head, for real. 🥺🪖

7. Advice for You

10 of Wands, 9 of Wands Whoa, you’re carrying a lot of emotional baggage, my love. 😩💼 The 10 of Wands says you’ve been shouldering too many responsibilities or expectations. The 9 of Wands? It’s the wounded warrior, telling you to hold on but set some boundaries. Protect your energy, but don’t give up if this feels right. Healing and patience will be your BFFs. 💪✨

8. Potential Outcome

8 of Pentacles, 8 of Wands, The Star, Strength Triple 8s for abundance and change! 🔥💸 The 8 of Pentacles says progress is possible if you’re willing to put in the work. The 8 of Wands brings a rush of communication or sudden developments. And The Star? It promises hope, healing, and divine timing—wish upon that shooting star, babe! 🌠 Finally, Strength is all about taming inner demons and growing stronger together. If you both stay resilient, this connection can be beautifully transformative. 🦁🌟

Bottom of the Deck: The Magician

Manifestation mode ON! 🌟✨ The Magician says you have all the tools to make magic happen in this relationship. Focus on what you truly desire, and speak it into existence! You’re both more powerful than you realize. 😇💬

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[lenteur]

random thoughts about castaway diva, episode ten

(read more because i always get carried away lol and this post might contain spoilers)

Lee Uk is an incredible man!!! I keep repeating myself but he is. The lengths he'll go to to protect his family... <3 I have a lot of respect for him both as a man and as a father. He even went as far as confessing to the police about stealing the family's identity. He's a good man. His face should be the definition of the word "good". I am very tired but know I'll be always rooting for that man.

I'm disgusted by their neighbors' actions: spreading false rumors, turning their backs on so called friends, pitying mr jung when they know nothing about him. I can't wrap my head around the fact they'd stoop that low when they've known them for that long. Victims of ab*se already have a hard time confessing and going to the police to file a complaint, add on top of that nosy and hypocritical neighbors and friends = you'll obtain victims that'll never break out of their silence because of the shame and guilt.

One thing you can count on mok ha for is standing up for the people she loves. She's the first one to confront the neighbors by deconstructing their arguments/theories. It's a beautiful thing to see the relation between mok ha and the kang family. They're one big family 💓

Going back to lee uk, that man is a treasure. He's ready to face the consequences of his actions because he was inspired by his son's words "a lie is a lie. The more you lie, the more weaknesses appear."

Mr Jung is one scary man ewww He talks about his wife and kids as his property and not as people he loves dearly. No wonder they all escaped from him. And in his twisted mind, all his actions are normal and natural. It's natural for a father to search for his wife and kids. It's also normal to hit and ab*se his kids because they didn't obey him. I hope he ends up in jail and away from the family for a long long long time.

Poor Mok ha has a lot to deal with in this episode. First the testimony of mr jung's ab*se towards the family, now ran joo asking her to cut ties with the only people she can call family. I know she's trying to make sure mok ha wouldn't give up just like she did before but that's still a little bit harsh. I'm sensitive I know that.

I can sense the heartbreak coming 💔 ran joo is right about the general public's opinion of mok ha if the latter doesn't cut ties with the family. It breaks my heart but I do understand where she comes from. She has the right to think about herself too. Yoon ran joo is putting a lot into mok ha's career so she has to be sure of whether she'll produce mok ha's album or not.

I know I just said ran joo was harsh with mok ha but she needed to hear that. Mok ha still has this very utopic idea of the world, thinking the rumors won't come back on her once she debuts. She's always been naive so I'm thankful for ran joo shaking her up and opening her eyes.

I admire mok ha because she has so much love to give. She's far from weak, she's proven time and time again how strong she is not only on the deserted island but also in her pursuit of her goals. She prefers to see the glass half full instead of half empty. But sometimes, I can't help but think to myself she needs someone bringing her down to earth from her dreams. Don't get the wrong idea, it's a great thing to have a positive outlook on the world, but sometimes when you do it a lot, it becomes too much.

Oh no... The parallels between young ki ho preparing for their escape from chunsam island and now bo geol putting up the final touches of mok ha's new appartment... my heart is too weak for that!!!

The fact that he bought her an appartment as soon as he found she was alive! Ki ho, the man that you are today 💗💗💗

Mok ha being torn between the two most important things in her life: her dream of becoming a singer & protecting her family. I feel so sorry for her.

It's cute how mok ha thinks she can fool anyone by pretending she's only interested by her reputation as an almost-debuting artist. You can see it. You can hear it. She's not sure of herself. It sounds like she's beating herself up she hears those words come out of her mouth.

There are several things I don't understand: why did ran joo give up her shares when she was so close to the goal? Reaching the goal would've helped both her and mok ha in the long run (ie more money, more creative control, more decision making, etc.). That still doesn't make any sense to me. I'm grateful we got to see ran joo in her element (producing music) but still, i think her getting majority (or half i don't remember) of the shares would have been a better tactic. 2) How did woo hak fall in love with mok ha? It might be because I support bo geol and mok ha more but the love triangle feels a little forced :/ i do wish woo hak to find love, but not with mok ha.

Mok ha learning from her mistakes (distancing herself from the family) and being ready to risk it all to defend ran joo. Just like she said: "If I keep cutting people out, who's going to be left?" She's always been loyal to those close to her so it doesn't surprise me why she said that. And she's right. She's been living alone for a long time, she doesn't need to live that kind of life a second time.

It's nice to see the family all come together to face mr jung. I hope they win this case and mr jung leaves them alone once and for all.

A promising preview for the next episode, I can't wait!

Overall, I'd give this a 8.85/10

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Haiii hello :3 I’m back again with more stsg thoughts !! So,, I feel like we can all recognise that teen stsg are complete and utter losers BUT there are quite a few scenes in the anime that make it obvious that the both of them are capable of being serious to protect people when it’s necessary.. and it made me think of how they would react if you got seriously injured hmmm HMMMMM (this totally isn’t yummy to me because I wanna see feral protective stsg…. Totally…..) or maybe it’s a lil like when Toji told sugu that he killed satoru hhhh … like ur all on a mission together and u get separated somehow and satoru is like “where tf did y/n go 🙁🙁” and whoever they’re fighting comes outta nowhere like “oh I killed th-“ 💥💥💥💥💥💥 ‘n it turns out you’re just a little injured 😭😭 but I feel like they’d be sooo dramatic and worried about you :( and satoru “jokes” that now they won’t be able to leave u alone incase u get injured again…he’s just gonna have to keep an eye on u and protect u forever and ever (he means it) and sugu js goes full mother mode like he’s forcing u to stay in bed, makes you soup, reminds u to take pain meds and listens to every word of advice the doctor gives to help u recover from the injury 💔💔 hrherh I know this wasn’t as long as my usual asks but I thought it was cute and I’ve been thinking about the stupid losers all day… can’t wait to see the sashisu thing uve been working on too !! I love them sooo much I know shoko doesn’t get much love in this fandom :( loser boys (stsg) taking up too much of the spotlight smh…. Move outta the way…. It’s bae shokos turn…. (Joke I still love stsg💔) but she’s my cute tired loser wife with a coffee addiction and I hold her very dear to my heart she’s my princess with a disorder (the disorder is depression) hehe I hope u have a wonderful day/night/whatever time it is for uuu !! — stsg anon !! 💗🌸

had to go into pixlr to make this r u proud of me…. HEHEH STSG ANON MY SWEETIE my number one supplier of treats <33333 i loveloveloveeee feral protective stsg…. ure so real…… they’re both wolfboys at heart i think .

but ohhhh u always get them perfectly….. toru joking around to lighten to mood (but he’s actually not joking at all) while sugu goes mother hen mode……… :((( they’re both sooo so worried. there’s nothing they wouldn’t do to protect u!!!….. one scenario i keep thinking of is reader falling down a set of stairs or slipping on a patch of ice when it’s cold n slippery outside…. and spraining their ankle… so stsg has to take care of them and they’re both just. Wrecks. bc they feel sooo guilty and they hate seeing u in pain….. i imagine that it’d hit sugu extra hard so toru tries to be more serious and mature than usual to make up for it!! idk i just feel like sugu is especially prone to blaming himself over things like this :((( even if it wasn’t his fault at all…. and he tries to distract himself from the shame by tending to u like a baby chick. makes u food and carries u around the house…. sits u down on his lap and tries to distract u from the way his eyes gloss over w tears bc he can’t stop looking at the cast on ur foot and he just feels so incredibly guilty :((((((((….. sniffle. i wanna hug him.

i got carried away phfkdjkdkf BUT I LOVE YOUUU STSG ANON and i love this concept sm…….. they’re both papabears :((( i feel like satoru gets a lot more serious when you’re injured, while suguru gets more meek than usual…. it’s kind of a reversal of their usual roles but it’s great bc they balance each other out !! :3 like. in the scenario above i feel like satoru might get frustrated bc they told you to be careful not to slip on the ice or whatever but suguru is there to remind him that you’re in pain and that it was an accident :(( and when it’s a more minor injury i think suguru is the one to get slightly condescending bc why would you go out into the rain without a jacket?? /obviously/ you’d catch a cold, dummy. and satoru is there to defend your honour with his life LMAO…… they’re sooo so silly.

ALSOOOO STSG ANON ….. i’m so glad that ure excited for the sashisu fic 😭😭😭 that made me so happy!!! i agree sm, shoko is sooo underrated she’s my little meow meow i love her sm :((

she’s my cute tired loser wife with a coffee addiction and I hold her very dear to my heart she’s my princess with a disorder (the disorder is depression)

YOU’RE SO REALLLLL PDHFJJDJF MY BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS WITH A DISORDER <3…. i knew i could trust u stsg anon, she’s SUCH a loser and we don’t talk abt it enough smh. she’s literally soooo similar to stsg like they’re all the same… soft sappy silly little losers…… oh how i love them so <33

[doodleoogles]

Tomorrow came and it wasn't any better. 30-some-odd minutes past 9 in the morning, I received the news that made my world fall apart. For a few seconds, I couldn't feel anything. It's like that fraction of a moment before tragedy strikes. The bittersweet pause before the immense wave of emotions engulf your entire being. My sweet Damien is gone.

How could I live in a world where he no longer exist? We've shared 14 years together and I could no longer recall the life I had before he came along. It's like there was nothing before him. He made the house a home with his bright white fur and peaceful eyes.

I remember how I would hug him close when some pains are too much to bear. I remember how he'd look at me as if to say things will always be okay, you have me. Life isn't a walk in the park but he made our journey a merry stroll. How do I walk now when my companion is no longer around?

I cannot find the exact words to describe this pain but I am trying to find comfort in knowing you lived your best life with us. I know how much you loved car rides when your hooman sibling would carry you on his small lap so you can feel the wind on your face. I would watch you both on the rearview mirror with my heart so full and smile as I sing along to the songs blasting in our speakers. Those are one of the many priceless memories I will hold forever, knowing I will never get to drive on the freeway the same way ever again.

You taught us love in it's simplest form. Love is about coming home to wet kisses and warm paws after a hard day's work. It's like despite missing that last bus trip home and life sucked you dry, you will always have a reason to feel better.

Thank you for all the joy you brought to our lives. Mama loves you forever. 💔😢

Damien : Dec 8 2008 - Aug 25 2023

[seitmai]

Many thoughts

Memories of his lips and hands on you, tracing, worshipping, eating you out and eating you up, made heat rush to your cheeks. His voice, rough and commanding as he murmured your name and spilled his filthy thoughts, echoed in your mind.

🤤🤤🤤

“You could’ve woken me.” Bucky turned then, his blue eyes sweeping over you in his shirt. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips before they curled into a slow, mischievous grin. “Didn’t have the heart to. You looked... peaceful.”

So cute 🥰

“Yeah, just... processing.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin. “Me too,” he murmured. “But I’m glad it happened.”

Aww 🥰

His hesitation was a warning. “I called them.”

Oh no...

“Not a big deal?” A bitter laugh escaped you. “Bucky, you know what the tabloids did to me and Steve. How could you?” “Don’t bring Steve into this,” he snapped, guilt and frustration coloring his tone. Your chest tightened, and Bucky instantly knew that he messed up.

Bucky saying not to bring up Steve is uff

Steve was such a force, brilliant, focused, and endlessly talented. But there was always an ache in him, something raw he kept hidden from everyone, including you. You and Steve ran away and got married in Vegas, and when you got pregnant, Steve was over the moon. But then you lost the baby, and something in him broke. He retreated, pouring himself into work until it consumed him. But he didn’t. Not really. And no matter how much you loved him, you couldn’t save him from himself. And then he was gone.

I think she is still hurting from the loss and probably Bucky in a way too, very heartbreaking💔

You and Bucky couldn’t happen. Because you’d only destroy him too.

Nooo!!

He glanced at the script in front of him, the scene marked where your characters, Jack and Sophie, finally confessed their feelings after decades of missed chances. He silently made a plan to talk to you before you left for Vancouver.

Art imitates life or the other way around? 👀

Sam: Damn, Star. You out here making people weak in the knees. And by people, I mean Barnes.

Sam is the perfect no shit hype man that will give Bucky all the shit lmao

Carrie: THAT’S IT?! That’s all you have to say?! Our girl is a goddamn goddess and all you can muster is Holy Shit?!

For real!!

Bucky: That’s all you. No Photoshop could ever do that justice.

Period

Bucky had seen you in every possible light, laughing over late-night drinks, tearing into a script with that determined fire, wrapped up in nothing but his sheets. But this? This was different. This was you, untouchable, stunning, and completely unaware of the effect you had on him. And now millions of other men.

Good for her!

No, Sam didn’t want to know “where this goes,” because if Bucky had his way, you’d be in his lap right now, feeling exactly how undone he was and making a scene on Sam's desk.

🤭🤭🤭

Bucky Barnes, the director, wasn’t the same Bucky you tried to avoid before you left. Bucky didn’t hesitate. His hands found your waist, his touch firm but careful, and his lips met yours in a way that was supposed to be calculated and rehearsed. But it wasn’t. The kiss wasn’t just for the camera. It was real. Achingly, undeniably real. His grip on your waist, the way his lips pressed against yours, the slight hitch in his breath it was all Bucky. 

It was real🥰

He looked at you then. Really looked at you. And in that moment, you knew. It was written all over his face. He loved you. "My secret is that I love you, Star." 

🥰🥰🥰

"I was going to tell you that night. But then... you looked at him like you’d never looked at me. And I thought... maybe you were better off with him."

"I remember the first time I really saw that you had grown into a full grown woman. I was visiting your set set with Steve, and you were just… talking, laughing. Your hair was short then, and it suited you so well. You were so full of life, so damn beautiful. But I knew that you were off-limits. So I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to make things complicated. But, fuck, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I still can’t."

What a weight it must be lifted off his shoulders now that he finally was able to tell her 🥰🥹

So bittersweet 🥹

Fade to Love: II

Fade to Love I

Summary: You and Bucky go way back. Way back to when you acted together 20 years ago. You had a crush on him then, but you were too young. You were best friends who shared a night. How's that working for you?

Word count: 5.3 K

Pairing: Actor!Director!Producer! Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This is the sequel to Fade To Love. As always, I crave feedback, so please let me know how you feel in asks, comments, reblogs and likes. TIA! ❤️

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! Best friends to lovers. AAANGST!, Referece to unsafe behaviors and major character death. Morning after thoughts, Mutual pining, argument, paparazzi, possessive Bucky, Director Bucky, nipple play, mirror sex, raw p-in v, bukkake, praise/degredation kink.

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You woke tangled in crisp white sheets that smelled like Bucky Barnes. Cedarwood and musk invaded your senses, dragging you back to the night before.

Memories of his lips and hands on you, tracing, worshipping, eating you out and eating you up, made heat rush to your cheeks. His voice, rough and commanding as he murmured your name and spilled his filthy thoughts, echoed in your mind.

The satisfying ache between your thighs was undeniable proof of just how thoroughly he’d fucked you. You stretched, your fingers grazing the cool edge of an unfamiliar bed.

Bucky’s bed.

Sunlight spilled through the windows, softening the room’s edges with a dreamy glow, but your thoughts were anything but calm. Doubts crept in.

Was he regretting it?

You shook your head, pushing the thought aside. Now wasn’t the time to spiral.

Spotting his dress shirt draped over a chair, you pulled it on, rolling the sleeves up your arms. His scent clung to the fabric, comforting and overwhelming all at once. 

The man you’d crushed on when you were fifteen had been yours last night. Yours. Now it was 20 years later and you were a grown woman.

You were the envy of millions of women. And yet, the same man might not feel the same way now that the sun was up.

Padding down the hallway, you followed the sound of humming and the smell of coffee.

The sight that greeted you stole your breath.

Bucky stood at the stove, flipping pancakes with the kind of ease that seemed to define him.

Barefoot, in gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt, he was the picture of domesticity. Damp curls clung to his forehead, still unruly from a recent shower.

“You’re up,” he said without turning, his voice warm and teasing.

“Thought you’d sleep in after last night. I was gonna bring you breakfast in bed.”

A smile tugged at your lips despite yourself.

“You could’ve woken me.”

Bucky turned then, his blue eyes sweeping over you in his shirt. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips before they curled into a slow, mischievous grin.

“Didn’t have the heart to. You looked... peaceful.”

You snorted softly, your irrational happiness bubbling over.

“Peaceful, huh?”

His grin widened, a smug, teasing glint lighting his eyes.

“Well, you were a little turned up last night.”

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you in two strides. His hands found your hips, his grip possessive yet gentle, and his expression softened.

“You okay?”

You nodded, meeting his gaze.

“Yeah, just... processing.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin.

“Me too,” he murmured. “But I’m glad it happened.”

You opened your mouth, but the words tangled in your throat, too intense to voice. So you just nodded.

“Breakfast first,” he said, rubbing slow circles into your back.

“Then we’ll talk, okay?”

Seated at the kitchen island, a warm mug of coffee in your hands, you felt steady for a moment. The morning felt almost perfect.

Until your phone buzzed.

You glanced at the screen, and your stomach dropped.

TMZ: Idol’s Ridge Reunion? Bucky Barnes and Y/N Spotted Together Outside Studio.

Your hands trembled as you opened the article: Bucky brushing something from your eye, his hand lingering on your face, the way you looked at each other. The photos were painfully intimate.

“Everything okay?”

His voice jolted you from your thoughts. You flipped the phone face down, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Yeah.”

Bucky frowned, reaching for the phone. His expression darkened as he read the headline.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, the words barely audible over the pounding in your chest.

Memories of relentless tabloid scrutiny rushed back, your whirlwind romance with Steve, the endless rumors, and the tragedy.

Bucky set the phone down, his jaw tightening.

“Star... I’ve got to tell you something.”

“What?”

His hesitation was a warning.

“I called them.”

“What?”

“It was for the show,” he explained quickly.

“The studio wanted buzz. This was the easiest way.”

“You called the paparazzi?”

Your voice rose, disbelief giving way to anger.

“Without telling me?”

“I didn’t think it’d be a big deal,” he defended.

“Not a big deal?” A bitter laugh escaped you. 

“Bucky, you know what the tabloids did to me and Steve. How could you?”

“Don’t bring Steve into this,” he snapped, guilt and frustration coloring his tone.

Your chest tightened, and Bucky instantly knew that he messed up.

“He was my husband,” you said, your voice trembling as tears welled in your eyes. 

“I only had him for five years, and I don’t talk about him if I can help it. So when I do, you better fucking listen.”

“Star, I…”

Bucky reached for you, regret etched into his features, but you stepped back.

“I need air,” you muttered, grabbing your bag and shoes before slamming the door behind you, shattering your heart into pieces.

—---

In the car, you drove aimlessly, your thoughts drifting back to Steve.

You could still remember the first time he told you he loved you on the rooftop of his and Bucky’s first apartment in Brooklyn, looking up at the night sky. 

“I never thought I’d have this,” he’d said, his voice low and a little shy.  “Someone like you. Someone who makes me feel like... home. I love you, Star.”

Your heart had felt like it might burst. You kissed him, tears in your eyes, and whispered the words back to him.

“I love you, too, Steve.”

Steve was such a force, brilliant, focused, and endlessly talented. But there was always an ache in him, something raw he kept hidden from everyone, including you.

You and Steve ran away and got married in Vegas, and when you got pregnant, Steve was over the moon. But then you lost the baby, and something in him broke. He retreated, pouring himself into work until it consumed him.

“I don’t know how to fix him, you told your friend and co star Carol Danvers, or Carrie as you called her, one night, after one of Steve’s binges of self-destruction.

“You can’t fix him. That’s not your job. He has to want to fix himself.”

But he didn’t. Not really. And no matter how much you loved him, you couldn’t save him from himself.

And then he was gone.

Now, sitting in your driveway, tears streaming down your face, you sobbed into the steering wheel.

One night of forgetting had let you imagine, however briefly, that you could be happy again. But deep down, you knew better.

You and Bucky couldn’t happen. Because you’d only destroy him too.

—--

In the days that followed, the writer’s room buzzed with activity, but the vibe between you and Bucky was tense and cold. 

You avoided him, throwing yourself into brainstorming sessions for the reboot of Idol’s Ridge with Sam and anyone else but Bucky, and worked very hard to get the show produced.

You spoke to him when you had to, but you weren’t giving him any more of yourself.

Even your friendship.

From across the room, Bucky couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. He’d spent the last few days replaying every missed opportunity to tell you the truth about how he felt over the years, not just about the paparazzi, but about everything.

“You’re gonna lose her,” Sam said, his voice low enough that only Bucky could hear.

Bucky clenched his jaw. 

“I’m giving her space.”

“You’re making it worse,” Sam countered. 

“She’s gonna think you don’t care. She only has two more weeks until she goes on location for the movie. She won’t be back until it’s time for production on the show. You think she’ll wait forever?”

Bucky’s eyes lingered on you, your laughter floating across the room as you spoke with a studio exec. You didn’t even glance his way, and it gutted him.

Sam leaned forward, his voice softening. 

“Sometimes the hardest things are the ones you need to say. I’ve seen how she looks at you, Buck. And how you look at her. You’ve been patient long enough. Don’t wait until it’s too late.”

Bucky swallowed hard, his heart pounding. The distance between you felt unbearable, but the fear of losing you felt worse.

He glanced at the script in front of him, the scene marked where your characters, Jack and Sophie, finally confessed their feelings after decades of missed chances. He silently made a plan to talk to you before you left for Vancouver.

Then he glanced up and your eyes met across the room.

Everything else disappeared.

He could feel the weight of the past few days in that glance, the frustration, the longing, the hope that you would see past the hurt and talk to him. 

But then, before he could even get up from his chair, you turned away from him. It was a simple gesture, but it hit him like a punch to the gut. You were still angry. Still hurt. 

And Bucky knew that he had a long road ahead of him if he ever wanted to make things right. 

—---

When you went to Vancouver to film, you felt a weight lifted. The pressure to hold yourself in around Bucky was lifted, and you were able to immerse yourself into the role.

You would be away for about six weeks of filming, and then traveling for two to promote the film you completed the year before. Your mood lightened and communicating with Bucky became easier since there was no danger of being in the same room with him. 

But in your apartment late at night, the memories of that night would haunt your mind. And your body.

Bucky was restless as hell with you gone. The show was keeping him busy, as well as his other projects, but without you in LA, he felt unmoored.

He ate up every post on both your public and private instagrams, and mostly lurked in the years-old group chat that the OG Idol’s Ridge group had established, glad to see you joke around with the crew.

Until one day, Carrie dropped a grenade there.

The group chat, aptly named Day Ones buzzed with new messages as you stepped out of a meeting, your phone vibrating in your pocket.

Carrie: 📸💋 Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: our very own Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition cover star!!

The attached images loaded, one by one, and your stomach twisted at the sight of yourself. Your publicist had convinced you to do the photoshoot. SI had decided to feature over 30 models for their yearly iconic swimsuit edition.

You just got word that you would be the cover.

You were nervous as hell when you shared the pics, but you gave Carrie permission to drop them in the group chat.

There you were.

Sun-kissed skin, waves crashing behind you, barely-there bikini hugging your curves in a way that felt almost too intimate. The golden hour glow made everything seem unreal, but all you could see were the flaws, at least, the ones you were convinced were there.

Sam: Damn, Star. You out here making people weak in the knees. And by people, I mean Barnes.

You huffed out a laugh, rolling your eyes as more notifications poured in.

Carrie: Oh, he’s definitely not surviving this.

Bucky:

The message bubble popped up, then disappeared.

Then popped up again.

Then disappeared again.

Your brows furrowed as you waited, and finally, a single response came through.

Bucky: Holy. Shit.

That was it. Just two words, but they held a weight that had your breath catching in your throat.

Carrie: THAT’S IT?! That’s all you have to say?! Our girl is a goddamn goddess and all you can muster is Holy Shit?!

Sam: Pretty sure that’s his brain short-circuiting.

You: Don’t zoom in on my thighs. I swear to God.

Carrie: Too late.

Sam: Enhancing...

Bucky: No need. Already perfect.

You groaned, rolling your eyes before finally typing out a response.

You: You guys are ridiculous. It’s just a photoshoot. With strategic lighting. And Photoshop.

Bucky: Bullshit.

Your heart did a weird little flip at that.

Bucky: That’s all you. No Photoshop could ever do that justice.

Your fingers hesitated over the keyboard. Before you could think of a witty comeback, a new message appeared.

Bucky: I need a minute.

Sam: Oh, we know.

Carrie: 😈😈😈 Bucky Barnes, down BAD.

Sam: No, no, let him cook. I wanna see where this goes.

You: Y’all need to stop.

Heat flooded your cheeks as you locked your phone, but the warmth wasn’t just embarrassment. It was something else entirely.

And if you were honest with yourself,  it was something you weren’t ready to deal with.

So, instead, you buried the feeling and headed back to set, pretending that Bucky Barnes hadn’t completely unraveled you with just a few simple words.

—--

Bucky sat at his desk, staring at his phone with his mouth open. 

His heart was pounding and his throat was dry. He’d been trying to keep things controlled and professional, but he had absolutely no idea how to recover from this. 

He just stared at the PA who asked for his coffee order, his ability to string together a coherent sentence gone. 

Bucky had seen you in every possible light, laughing over late-night drinks, tearing into a script with that determined fire, wrapped up in nothing but his sheets. 

But this? This was different.

This was you, untouchable, stunning, and completely unaware of the effect you had on him. And now millions of other men.

And the worst part? You didn’t even see it.

Good lighting and Photoshop?

Bullshit.

His hands flexed against his thighs as he dragged a palm down his face, exhaling sharply. The image of you, all beautiful curves and confidence for the camera, was burned into his brain, and no amount of self-discipline was going to erase it.

Then came the group chat’s relentless teasing. Sam and Carrie were enjoying his suffering way too much.

No, no, let him cook. I wanna see where this goes.

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut.

No, Sam didn’t want to know “where this goes,” because if Bucky had his way, you’d be in his lap right now, feeling exactly how undone he was and making a scene on Sam's desk.

He opened his laptop and poured all of his emotion into a script because he needed to do something.

Preferably something that didn’t end with him jumping on a plane to Canada.

—--

When you came back to LA to begin filming the series, you found a different man waiting for you.

Bucky Barnes, the director, wasn’t the same Bucky you tried to avoid before you left.

This version of him carried an edge of authority, and it was infuriatingly, irresistibly sexy. He wasn’t just directing a story; he was shaping the energy in the room, controlling every glance, every movement, every breath.

Especially yours.

You could see it in the way his eyes scanned the set, razor-sharp and calculated, ensuring every detail was in place, every piece of the puzzle aligned. 

But when his gaze locked on yours, all that precision seemed to falter. Just for a moment. Just long enough for the tension between you to spark, and almost ignite.

It was erotic as hell.

“Alright, let’s set up for the next scene.”

Bucky’s voice cut through the set, steady and commanding, as he moved into position. He wasn’t just giving instructions now; he was stepping into the role opposite you, directing himself alongside you. 

The weight of that hit you hard, a collision of the personal and professional that you weren’t sure you could handle.

You tried to focus on the lights, your marks, the lines you’d rehearsed a hundred times. Anything to avoid the way he overwhelmed you. 

But it was impossible.

Every word he spoke, every glance he threw your way, was like an unraveling. The heat between you wasn’t just a distraction; it was dangerous.

“Closer,” Bucky said, his voice quieter now, meant only for you.

He stood just a few feet away, his blue eyes locked on yours, and that fact made it hard to breathe.

“We need the emotion to hit, to feel real. If the audience doesn’t believe this moment, none of it works.”

You nodded, your throat dry, trying to concentrate on the performance. But the way he looked at you, so intense, so raw, it cut through all your defenses.

He stepped closer, his movements careful, testing the tension between you.

“This has to feel authentic,” he murmured. 

Another step, and he was close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off him.

“Closer,” he said again, and this time, it wasn’t just a direction. 

“The kiss. It’s the turning point. It can’t feel forced. Let it feel real.”

His tone stayed professional, but his eyes told a different story. They burned with conflict, frustration, and something else you didn’t want to name.

You swallowed hard as he closed the distance between you, his proximity enough to make your heart race.

“Trust me,” he said, his tone softer now and his gaze softer still. He was asking for more than your performance.

The cameras rolled.

“Action!”

You fell into the rhythm of the scene, the dialogue, the choreography. But with every word, every movement, the line between acting and reality blurred. His direction, always precise, always clear, made the emotions feel far too real.

And then came the kiss.

Bucky didn’t hesitate. His hands found your waist, his touch firm but careful, and his lips met yours in a way that was supposed to be calculated and rehearsed. 

But it wasn’t.

The kiss wasn’t just for the camera. 

It was real. Achingly, undeniably real. His grip on your waist, the way his lips pressed against yours, the slight hitch in his breath it was all Bucky. 

And it was everything you hadn’t wanted to admit.

When he finally pulled back, your chest was heaving, and you couldn’t meet his eyes. Not when everything you’d been trying to bury was now out in the open, raw and exposed.

For a moment, his forehead rested against yours, his breathing unsteady. 

The camera captured every second of it.

“Cut,” Bucky said as though he just remembered what was happening.

His voice was rough, and the cracks in his control were showing.

The crew reset for another take, their chatter and movement distant, irrelevant. You stayed where you were, barely an inch apart, your heart pounding against your ribs.

“You’re doing great,” Bucky said softly, his voice pitched low enough that only you could hear. 

Those blue eyes searched yours. 

“But we need to go deeper. You have to trust me.”

His words lingered in the air, heavy with double meaning. You couldn’t tell if he was talking about the scene or something between you, but it didn’t matter.

“Let’s go again,” he said finally, his voice quieter now, his gaze never leaving yours.

Your knees were weak at the request.

And in that moment, the lines between the director and the man disappeared completely.

—-

Moments later, Bucky prowled the length of his trailer, restless. Physical distance hadn’t helped a damn bit.

He wanted you. And want was too tame a word for what he was feeling.

The kiss had been real, and now the slow burn of his feelings had erupted into an uncontrollable inferno. And if there hadn’t been an entire soundstage full of people, he would’ve done something about it. 

Dragging a hand through his hair, he realized his fingers were trembling.

This had to stop.

—---

Bucky knocked on the door of your trailer, his chest heaving, his mind a whirlwind. He couldn’t shake what had happened in that scene. It wasn’t supposed to feel like that.

It wasn’t supposed to feel so real.

But it had.

And now, he was standing outside your door, hands unsteady, wondering if he’d completely lost his grip on what was professional and what was personal.

Inside, you still felt the ghost of his lips on yours, his voice in your ear. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t pretend it hadn’t affected you. Couldn’t pretend it hadn’t torn down all the walls you’d built.

The knock came. Your heart flipped. You knew who it was.

But you hesitated.

You told yourself opening that door was a bad idea. That letting him in would only complicate things. But the truth was, the door had been open for a long time.

So, you let him in.

Bucky stepped inside, and suddenly, the space felt too small. He lingered by the door, and you could see the tension in his body, and the way his hands flexed at his sides, like he was physically restraining himself.

The weight of his gaze fell on you.

And you shifted, your thighs pressing together for relief, and fuck, if that wasn’t a mistake. Because Bucky’s eyes caught the movement. His breath hitched, and for the briefest second, his lips parted like he was imagining something filthy.

Like he was remembering the taste of you.

You took a deep breath, but it didn’t help. Not when he was looking at you like that.

"I--" His voice faltered. 

He swallowed hard.

"That scene… was too much."

You stared at him.

"What do you mean, too much?"

His jaw clenched. 

"You were too good. Too real. I didn’t mean for it to be like that."

Your heart was going a mile a minute. He wasn't making any sense.

“What do you mean, too good? You didn’t mean for what to happen, Bucky?”

He looked at you then. Really looked at you. And in that moment, you knew.

It was written all over his face.

He loved you.

And he had for a long time.

"You’re a fucking amazing actress. You sold that kiss back there. I…" 

He licked his lips, gaze dropping to your mouth, his voice going rough. 

"But I think you’ll never give me another chance at it. Not outside of a production set.”

His words made your stomach flip, but before you could respond, he stepped closer to you.

"I can’t stand this anymore. This distance. Dammit, Star, I want my friend back."

You cocked your head at him, playful.

"I thought you said you weren’t my fucking friend."

A slow, knowing smile pulled at Bucky’s lips, his charm breaking through the tension. He remembered that he’d said that while inside you.

"I did say that, didn’t I?"

He moved even closer, testing the waters, drinking in the way you didn’t move away. 

"You remember that night?"

Your breath caught. 

"Yes. I do."

"Good." His voice dropped, low and rough. "Because it’s all I fucking think about."

A shiver ran down your spine.

"How we had a few hours of bliss before… I fucked it up. I think about that and so much more."

 His voice was raw with regret.

“What else do you think about, Buck?”

He let out a shaky breath. 

"I think about how I told you my fantasies. About how I said a lot of dirty things to you, but not the dirtiest secret in my heart."

He reached up, fingers skimming the length of your arm, curling around your shoulder, finally cradling your face in his hand. His thumb brushed against your cheek.

"You’re so damn beautiful, Starlight."

Your lips parted. “Is that the secret?”

You were scared, but still cracked a joke.

Bucky huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. 

"Nah. That’s not a secret. That’s something the whole damn world knows."

He looked at you like he was memorizing you.

"My secret is that I love you, Star." 

His voice was barely above a whisper, but it crashed over you like a tidal wave. 

"I’ve loved you for years."

The air was sucked out of the room.

"I fell in love with you when you were twenty."

He nodded when your mouth fell open.

"I remember the first time I really saw that you had grown into a full grown woman. I was visiting your set set with Steve, and you were just… talking, laughing. Your hair was short then, and it suited you so well.

You were so full of life, so damn beautiful. But I knew that you were off-limits. So I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to make things complicated. But, fuck, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I still can’t."

The way he said it made your heart ache.

"You didn’t tell me," you whispered. "You let Steve..."

"Yeah." Bucky exhaled, his voice thick with regret. 

"I let Steve buy you that first drink. And I stood there across the room, watching him hand it to you, and it felt like I’d been punched in the chest."

His voice dropped to barely a whisper.

"I was going to tell you that night. But then... you looked at him like you’d never looked at me. And I thought... maybe you were better off with him."

Your breath caught in your throat. 

“But that was then. You and I are here. Right now. And I don’t want to hold back any more.”

“Then don’t,” you whispered, stepping closer, your hand reaching out, brushing against his chest. 

The feel of his body under your fingers made your pulse race. You realized that happiness wasn’t conditional, and that you weren’t in control of love. You decided to let yourself believe in him and in the possibility of what could come next. 

“I love you too, Bucky.”

His mouth found yours, the kiss deepening with every movement, every breath. He lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed you against the wall of the trailer.

The space between you was gone, and all that was left was this moment, this undeniable pull that had always been there, waiting for the right time.

You couldn’t resist him. 

You didn’t want to. 

“Definitely not your friend anymore.” 

You laughed and then your mouths devoured each other, tongues licking, caressing, tasting. Your hands grabbed, pushed clothes off, tore at buttons, and ripped at fabric. Wardrobe be damned.

Your heavy breaths mingled, and you exchanged incoherent confessions. 

“Missed you so much…” 

“Not more than I did.” 

“Oh My God, you feel so good!” 

“No, you do!” 

“Felt like forever.” 

You ended up in your underwear, straddling Bucky’s lap. One of his hands pulled your bra cups down to pinch and roll your nipples, while the other one slid your underwear to the side and started rubbing along your wet slit. 

“Feel so fucking good, Starlight. So fucking hot.”

You grabbed on to his broad shoulders, still covered by a shirt that had lost most of its buttons. But his eyes were on your nipples, tongue moistening his lips.

"I want to taste them." 

"So do that," you whispered. 

Those now navy blue eyes flicked up to yours.

"I wasn't asking your permission." 

You gasped when he circled his finger around a nipple and flicked it over the tight bud. 

"Bucky…" you moaned and squirmed on his lap.

"It's a mouthful, isn't it?" he murmured as if to himself as he bent and swirled his tongue around the bud before pulling it into his mouth.

 "Oh."

Bucky gorged himself on the nipple and realized he couldn't get enough. He switched to the other nipple, his tongue flicking over the bud before giving it the same treatment he'd given the other one. All the while the hand on your pussy rolled your clit with the pad of his thumb, and you were so fucking close to heaven.

“Bucky’… I… I want you, baby. Inside…” 

He held you in place by the waist with one arm, and pulled down his pants and underwear with the other, exposing your long lost best friend. At the sight of the drop of precum adorning the engorged head, your mouth watered, and Bucky caught the hungry look on my face. 

“Later, Star. Right now, I need to see you to cum all over my dick. Been dreaming of this since the last time you were in my arms.” 

Bucky lifted you off his lap and set you on your unsteady feet, rising behind you and kicking off his clothes. He moved you in front of the floor length mirror near your wardrobe rack and loomed over your shorter frame in the mirror. 

You shamelessly rubbed yourself on his hard, erect cock after your remaining clothes were discarded. 

“Look at us.”

When you do, you were assaulted by the sensuality of your reflections. The contrast of his golden skin and your complexion, of his large, hard body and your smaller, curvy form. His long fingers massaged your sensitive breasts. His dark curls pointed every which way, and your careful hair and makeup were completely undone. 

Bucky locked his eyes on yours as he pumped the head of his cock at your entrance and rubbed it between your sleek folds. He traced a wet trail of open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck, raising goosebumps all over your skin. 

“I want us both to watch you cum,” he whispered before nipping at your earlobe. 

At his dirty words, a spasm ran through your body. You squeezed your thighs together, making the fit around his cock even tighter. 

“Fuuuuck…” Bucky dragged out, low and gravelly. 

Bucky lifted you by the bottom of your thighs, the head of his dick still at your opening, and he started to fill you nice and slow, inch by delicious inch.  

You saw your exposed labia in the mirror: glistening, pink, engorged, and stretched. You didn’t know if you were going to come from the pleasure building through your body or the erotic image in the mirror. 

When he was seated deep inside you, Bucky let your legs slide down your bodies, and grabbed your waist. 

“Hold on,” was his only warning, before two of his fingers reached for your clit, pinching it, as he started pistoning inside you, slamming you back into him with the hand at your hip. 

You felt your orgasm building towards its explosion, and closed your eyes, lost in the sensation. 

“No…” Bucky growled 

“Look at me. This is mine. You’re mine. Look at me when you cum.” 

You forced your eyes open and gasped out an impossible breath. The sounds of flesh against flesh, the wet noises, the smell of sex… so many sensations combined to push you over the edge.

You came undone, desperately fighting to maintain eye contact with Bucky, and feeling him start to come undone himself.

He pulled out of you and you watched him grab the base of his cock, staving off his own end. 

You slid down to your knees.

“We watched my show, Buck, now it’s time for us to watch you cum. All over my face.”

“Oh, my dirty little girl. My naughty queen. So fucking good for me.”

Bucky started stroking his cock, his hand blurring as you opened your mouth wide and stuck out your tongue, your hands clutching his thighs as he jerked for you.

“Mmmmmph… Fuckkkk, Starrrrr.”

It didn’t take long for Bucky to spray his hot, white cum all over your tongue and the rest of your face. 

Bucky huffed and almost doubled over at the intensity of his orgasm. He gave you a filthy cum filled kiss before you went to wash your face.

You wound up in the shower making up for lost time, standing wrapped up in Bucky, firmly in the present.

———

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[thatgentlewife]

Hiii, dear, 🎀🍓. This is more of an anecdote or experience than a question. I have a friend who is a dark-skinned woman. She is very sweet and warm, she is very beautiful, and she is the most wonderful woman I have ever met. She's a charmer. It's lovely.

However, she is going through a bad patch.

She has a Japanese boyfriend and she is American.

And well, she is a little afraid of sexual relations, but she still worked up the courage and had her first time with her boyfriend. She loves him very much and sees herself in a future with him, as his wife and the mother of his children.

And he also told her that, that he wanted to be her husband and the father of her children.

After having sex, she expected me to say something nice, aftercare. But it wasn't like that.

Her boyfriend told her that if she were any whiter, paler or blonder, he would have already married her a long time ago.

My dear friend is completely devastated.

I love my friend very much and I see her as a sister. Yesterday she came to my house at night crying and complaining about having sex with her boyfriend. Her heart is broken and she suffers from depression, and sometimes has suicidal thoughts. She told me that all her fantasies of being able to live a fairy tale went down the drain.

Any advice for my friend? I really want to help her, but I don't know how.

Kisses and hugs for you.

:¨ ·.· ¨:

`· . ꔫ

Oh, wow, my heart truly breaks for your friend. She sounds like such a lovely person—kind, beautiful, and full of so much love to give. I can only imagine how deeply hurt and betrayed she must feel after opening herself up so vulnerably to someone she loves, only to be met with a comment like that. She deserves so much better than what her boyfriend said to her, and it’s no wonder she feels so crushed. 💔

First, I think the most important thing you can do for her right now is exactly what you’re already doing—being there, listening, and letting her feel safe to express everything she’s going through. Sometimes just having someone to cry with, vent to, and lean on can make a world of difference. Let her know how valuable she is, how deeply loved she is by you and others, and that her worth isn’t defined by her boyfriend’s cruel or thoughtless words. She needs to know she’s enough just as she is. 🙏✨

As for her relationship, that’s a tough spot to be in. It’s clear she loves him, but his comment revealed something pretty serious—he’s holding her to a standard that’s both unfair and unloving. It’s not her skin tone that’s the issue; it’s his heart. No one deserves to feel like they’re “almost good enough” or that they have to change something so intrinsic about themselves to be fully loved. That’s not love, and it’s not what God intended for relationships.

I would gently encourage her to take a step back and really think about whether this is the kind of love she wants to build a future on. A healthy, loving relationship should make her feel cherished, respected, and valued—never less than. If she’s questioning her self-worth or her safety in this relationship, that’s a big red flag. 🚩!!!

I’d also encourage her to seek help for the depression and suicidal thoughts she’s experiencing. That’s such a heavy burden to carry, and professional support from a counselor or therapist could help her navigate these emotions and rebuild her confidence. Maybe you could even offer to help her find someone or go with her if she’s nervous. And if she’s open to it, pray with her and remind her how much God loves her exactly as He made her. He’s near to the brokenhearted and wants to heal and strengthen her.

Lastly, don’t forget to take care of yourself, too. Supporting someone through something like this can be heavy on your heart, so be sure to reach out for support if you need it. You’re already being an amazing friend by walking alongside her in this—it’s clear how much you love her, and that’s a gift she’ll hold onto forever.

My love,

Thatgentlewife