#i knew a little bit about the story beforehand but the movie made me even more interested

[ughgoaway]

cookie anon, I watched society of the snow yesterday and it was so good!! thank you for the recommendation my love, I hope they win all the awards they're nominated for!

[ailendolin]

Live reaction to TRoP 2x04

I am actually so glad Amazon is releasing the episodes weekly now because I love the anticipation beforehand and all the speculation about what happens next. So let's see what episode 4 has in store

Elrond in Mithlond! We're off to a great start here. I've missed my sweet summer child in episode 3

Galadriel, please, you have no right to be even the slightest bit bitchy right now after the Sauron shit you pulled

thank Eru Elrond is having none of it. I love how unapologetically he stands his ground and refuses to engage with her childish passive-aggressiveness

epic camera shots are epic and very LotR-reminiscent

also can I just say that I love how they're including the map to help the viewer get a grasp on where the characters are?

new elves! And they have names! I have a feeling they won't survive this journey but still, hello new elves!

man I just want to give Elrond a hug. He's trying so hard and given everything that's happened it's completely understandable why he won't trust Galadriel and Nenya, and I hate that this sets him up for failure

oooooh is it Tom Bombadil time? I can't believe this show made me feel excited about a character that I couldn't have cared less about when I read the books. I blame Bear McCreary and his beautiful music

lol Tom is like one of those burrowing animals that accidentally throws dirt at someone behind it while digging

Old Man Willow desert equivalent - does Tom Bombadil just naturally attract malevolent trees?

oh I'm so glad Nori and Poppy are okay and landed together wherever they are

those two need to meet Elrond. Given their tendencies to jump off cliffs, I think they'd get along splendidly

omg Nobody! I love you! You are adorable! And your name is Merimac! Gods, I hope they'll keep you around

lol not Nori third-wheeling and being jealous

desert halflings my beloveds! Look at them! They're so different from what we've known and yet them living in holes and the children sitting around listening to stories is so beautifully familiar. I love this so much

oh they're Stoors! And they don't like the Dark Wizard. Got it. I don't like the Dark Wizard either but damn I love watching Ciarán Hinds play him

"You should not be waking." :) I still can't believe how much I love Tom Bombadil already

GOLDBERRY!

that flame trick was neat

omg his little hedgehog teapot! I want one!

oh no this is where we say goodbye to my new elf friends, don't we? The Barrow-downs. I always loved this part in FotR

"Fear not. Dead men are no threat." Famous last words

shit those are the horses from the messenger Gil-galad sent, right?

the Barrow-wights are giving me PotC-vibes and I'm here for it

please let Camnir survive this. Please let Camnir survive this

thank you, Elrond. I knew I could count on you

also yay for him being a bookworm and knowing how to fight the Barrow-wights

and we're back in Pelargir. Have I mentioned that I don't really care about Theo (yet)? I love that Arondir and Isildur are teaming up, though

Estrid, I don't like you. Please go away. Or get trampled by an Ent

or found out by Arondir. That works as well

have I mentioned that I miss Bronwyn?

Arondir, you're a kinder man (elf) than me. I would have let Estrid faceplant right into the dirt

lol Isildur is such an idiot and I love him for it. The way he got sucked into the mud and pulled Arondir along with him was so funny

hello mud worm! I love how many different creatures we're getting in this show

the cave art! Omg it's beautiful and perfect!

"We don't have a home." This is such a sad sentence and reminds me of the dwarves (and especially Bofur) in the Hobbit movies

Galadriel, I'm sorry, but Elrond just told you he is trying his best to save Celebrimbor (and certainly feels overwhelmed by and terrified of such a task) and you're saying all elves carry such burden? Are you serious?

fuck me, not Elrond getting captured in her vision. Is he going to be forced to watch Celebrimbor get tortured / killed?

I will not be okay if / when that happens. Just saying

also I absolutely adore Camnir and you can bet I am already thinking about writing a fic about him and Elrond

not surprised by Estrid's stunt

shoot her, Arondir. Do us all a favour and shoot her

or maybe she actually is stupid enough to get herself trampled by Ents. One can hope

getting smacked is good too

Arondir, please, was it necessary to stop the nice Entwife?

damn those shots of the Ents look pretty

also did anyone ever think we'd get to see an Ent and Entwife together? Because I didn't and my heart is full.

oh that scene between Arondir and Winterbloom was beautiful

the orcs look so good in this series. I'm so glad we went back to prosthetics

I love how calm Elrond is. He is always careful not to rush into anything, always waits and sees and it keeps saving all their asses

NO! Fuck, are you kidding me? Not Camnir. Please, not him

okay, I have forgiven you for everything you've ever done wrong, Galadriel

and I have so many Elrond and Camnir ideas right now, holy shit, that scene was everything

that flaming arrow move was badass

oh this is how she will get captured

yessss hello Adar! I've missed you! Time for Sauron's exes to team up and wreak havoc

his greeting, I can't. Perfect. I love him so much

what a great episode!

[angels--trumpet]

Ngl I'm a bit embarrassed to make this one but worms are worms and @funable-rainy simply has to have one conversation with me to make them wiggle so here we go 

This is mostly just a post I had to take down on Twitter cause it keeps trying to kill my account rip

Cw: 185, sfw

Gojo met Yuji when he was 17, Yuji was small, dumb, chubby and annoying but he was also so sincere

So kind, and so bright 

Everything Gojo knew that his world would sniff out and crush imminently

Like bloodhounds on a fox 

He was called to a mission around where the boy lived and barely prevented the stupid brat from eating the worst kind of poison in the world

One of sukuna fingers 

He made sure to give the brat a piece of his mind, and in return, he was given the other half of his packed-up brownie. Yes, he took it. He was hungry, and he ate all the candy he had on him beforehand, so he was running a bit low 

He just owed him that's all 

A favor for a brownie 

Yuji wanted to go to the park and play, so Gojo took him, and they played. Why did this kid had so much energy?

Yuji wanted to go get snacks, so Gojo took him to the corner store and they got snacks

Yuji wanted to sit down and eat his snacks and get told silly stories, so gojo told him the many stupid pranks he's Pulled before, the craziest missions he went on when he didn't have a good handle on his own abilities It's not like the kid would even remember what he said tomorrow anyway.

Gojo didn't stop visiting, and Yuji never forgot what he said, holding onto every word with reverence

Calling Gojo a friend

And the word held weight like it ment something, it wasn't like with Geto or Shoko this was different he loved the boy and wanted to protect him even if he had no obligation too, no reason other than 

"This boy is good and I want to keep him alive"

Gojo introduces Yuji to his friends one day, getting permission first from his grandfather to take him on a little field trip. He shows him around campus, his dorm room, he takes him around the city, and Geto even smiles that real smile he has when he truly is happy.

It felt so nice.

Then, the failed mission happened. 

He couldn't face Yuji he couldn't face Geto, trained on his own for days, perfecting what he unlocked so nothing could get that close again. He sees something is wrong with his best friend but can't bring his voice out to really dive into what's wrong.

So he leaves it be, thinking the other teen would get over it eventually. He surely has before about other things.

Yuji finds him, had rode all the way out from his home to Gojo campus all by himself. Gojo is grumpy about it, complains, and plays it over dramatic, so the boy giggles a bit dispute, saying sorry and actually meaning it.

But Gojo was also thankful. He's so glad to see Yuji again, even if he avoided him for months now. Geto Despite looking like he has not eaten or slept in days reminds him to call Yuji grandfather to make sure he knows where Yuji is since it was already too late to go and return him. Yuji spends and entire night and evening with Gojo, who just keeps the boy in his lap and lets him watch as many movies as he wants till he passes out.

Joyful screaming and flailing, talking put loud for Gojo to humm a response too.

Geto joins them, and for the first time in days he seems to fall asleep peacefully with the help of Yuji just being as he is. Gojo ends up being a bit more possessive of Yuji afterwords, Geto even seems to enjoy the boy's company more now than ever the only other person Gojo trusts to keep a good safe hold of him when Gojo needs to do things.

In a way Yuji seemed to save them, and all Gojo can give in return is hold a love he horbors in him that was completely inappropriate and not something he wanted to feel, but he cannot stop now.

He denies it and fights against it, never shows it past the regular care and love he usually gives Yuji.

He didn't want to ruin that.

Extra bits

Gojo totally freaks out over the fact that he fell in love with Yuji, who he is essentially co-parenting with Yujis grandpa how much he takes Yuji with him to do things with Geto. 

Geto still has this distance for normal people, but it's not too bad because he has yuji reminding him of the good Tho he is secretly trying to get Yuji to use CE so he can become like them but he suspects heavenly pacts because of Yuji unnatural strength.

When Yuji grows older he develops the biggest crush on Gojo, and everyone uses it as like blackmail the one thing that makes the strongest freez up and blush, well less like blackmail and more like a joke that they can finally laugh at this cocky guy. Yuji is Gojos' weakness, so as his best friend Geto makes sure to always keep Yuji protected with one of his curses, he won't admit it's cause he loves Yuji too and wants him to live a long normal life.

Yuji essentially has two scary dogs.

This ended up being a lot more angsty than funny like it originally came out to be when I was chatting in the goyuu server

[throwawayyaccount]

yes!! tbh i dont thinknany adaptation ive seen so far (the movie or what ive heard about the musical) does dally and johnnys relationship justice. like they love each other soooo muuuuch

the musical absolutely does not, and that's what's been bugging me ever since i've heard it. to me the saddest thing about johnny and dally's deaths is that both trusted and loved each other and wanted to get out of the situation quickly, but together, and for them to die after struggling during the whole story hurts a lot.

in the musical, johnny's death feels flat because they didn't elaborate in their dynamic nor made them "special" as the book does– and dally's relationship with johnny feels the same as everyone else's as they both have no more than one scene interacting just with each other. i think you'd be moved if you knew about the characters beforehand, but I don't think it would work for someone who sees it for the first time, at least that's how it happened in my experience! i'm not trying to discredit the musical in any way because again i love it, the cast puts a lot of emotion in their shows (especially johnny and dally's in their respective songs oh my god the way i CRIED), it's specifically the script i have a problem with, it could've been better.

don't know if it's something worth mentioning but i enjoy musicals and that's how I found out the outsiders, so i know how it can be a medium that can make the audience feel numb when a character dies, and i was surprised with the outsiders because they didn't really accomplished that???? again, i think it only works if you knew about the characters before because you're already attached to them, but someone who sees it for the first time? i don't think so.

but that's the only aspect I have a problem with, the musical has a lot of strengths as well, and one of them is the way they handled the curtis brothers storyline, but that's a completely different topic!!

as for the movie I HAVEN'T WATCHED IT YET!! all I've heard is that dally and johnny also don't have a lot of scenes together so I didn't feel motivated, but just from what i could tell i don't think it's an adaptation that makes their relationship justice! as you said, they love each other so much, come on, what's an 80s movie if it doesnt have a little bit of queercoding? the movie does have it already for those with the eyes to see yeah, but the book is like the bible compared to the movie.

sorry for the rambling but those were my honest thoughts!! didn't know it would end up being that long. i don't want to sound like a bitter johnny/dally shipper (even though i am) but no one can deny that what they had was special and the adaptations weren't exactly accurate with their dynamic

[simplylove101]

2024 Horror Challenge: [20/?]

↳“Some things should stay in the past.” (I think this what he said?? I can't remember lolol) The Watchers (2024) dir. Ishana Night Shyamalan

Plot: A 28-year-old artist gets stranded in an expansive, untouched forest in western Ireland. Finding shelter, she unknowingly becomes trapped alongside three strangers who are stalked by mysterious creatures every night.

Starring: Dakota Fanning, Georgina Campbell, Olwen Fouere & Oliver Finnegan

Okay, so I actually only just got out of the movie theater from watching this not too long ago, which was an impulsive decision I made this morning since it was my off day & figured why not. lol I actually haven't been back to the theater in forever cuz you know, money & convenience but it did feel good to remember what's so great about the experience (even if there was literally only 2 other people in the same showing as me since I went to a cheap matinee lmao) Anyway, about the movie, I didn't really feel the biggest need to go see it tbh but I have been curious about it. I didn't know too much beforehand since I've mostly avoided spoilers and I knew Dakota was starring in it, who I've always liked since she was a child. Also, that ofc, this is directed by M. Night Shyamalan's daughter (which is naturally gonna maybe give you some biased expectations about it) and my track record with him isn't the most solid, to say the least. BUT I did wanna give Ishana a fair chance since I've seen people point out that she has her own style, plus this story is based on a book so I went in with an open mind. Overall, I don't think I was totally in love with it but seeing it in the theater definitely enhanced the actual experience of watching it as they intended it. First, whoever did the sound mixing for this movie did a great job. Cuz there were moments that got me a couple times. lol There were some jump scares that didn't do too much to get me throughout but the knocks?? Damn, I'm glad I was seated in the back so the guys didn't see me flinch. XD I don't think the movie itself was too scary since I think in true PG-13 form they chose not to show certain things. There's a lot that is suggested and people who hate gore can watch this knowing that it never crosses the line of being bloody. It does feel very plot heavy (the lore of it all), which is interesting because at the same time there really isn't a whole lot to the story until much later when they reveal a twist (it wouldn't be a Shyamalan movie without at least one lol) but I didn't mind too much at first. By the hour mark tho, I did start to think it was feeling a little too long tho considering so I will say pacing was my main issue with this one. We would get these snippets of exposition throughout in between the bits of action in a way that felt a little forced maybe or at least the formula felt repetitive. But that said, I did enjoy the lore itself tho. Like, I wanted more of that than some of the stuff we got. lol Gotta point out that I do have an appreciation for ensemble stories in small spaces and the actors all did a wonderful job, especially Dakota. She is able to say so much with those eyes of hers without uttering a word. In one particular scene, she got me good. I also thought they did a nice job of establishing the aesthetic and feel of the movie right from the jump with a strong opening scene to set the mood. So, while it's got plenty of flaws that make it probably a 6/10 movie for me, there were things going for it as well. I think you can tell it's a first movie by the director but it shows potential. The ingredients for a stronger movie are there so while like I said, I didn't leave the theater loving it, I can appreciate its intentions. Also, it made me wanna read the book to see if I prefer that. If nothing else, it got me back in a movie theater so I'm grateful for that!

[sulky-valkyrie]

10 facts!

tagged by the wonderful @justcallmecappy

Rules: Share 10 facts about yourself and tag 10 other blogs! I want to get to know my mutuals, and the people I follow a little bit :) The facts can be about anything!

Despite working in a government office job, I have managed to get away with pink, purple, blue, and green hair.  It’s currently blue, but I’m mulling on shading toward purple again.

I love to paint my nails and have spent probably ten thousand hours in the last ten years playing with designs and colors and stickers etc etc etc.  Still absolutely suck at water marbling though. 

I had a weirdly long streak of all the games I was playing solo or with friends starting with D (Dead by Daylight, Don’t Starve Together, Dark Souls, Divinity Original Sin 2, Devil May Cry, Dragon Age).

I remodeled my bathroom by myself during lockdown minus the actual plumbing.

I’ve always wanted to be a storyteller - there are snippets and scripts of things I wrote myself dating back to middle school or my mother wrote down verbatim as I told them to her as a wee lass all over my house.

IRL old, Fandom young

Dragon Age is functionally my first fandom - I’ve enjoyed many many games and movies and books beforehand, but this one hit me like a truck and dragged me back onto tumblr for the first time in ten years and made me start reading fanfic.  Then reading fanfic got me wanting to write some.

That first fanfic rekindled a joy in writing that I thought I’d lost and now I’ve posted OVER 700,000 words on Ao3 in two years.

I very nearly never played any of the Dragon Age games because they were so incredibly and unpleasantly associated with a person who did Many Not Nice Things to me.

TECHNICALLY, I wrote fanfic before I even knew it was a thing - one of the stories my mother was kind enough to write down for posterity (re: my own mortification) was something about Rattigan, the villain from Disney’s Great Mouse Detective.

no pressure tagging @syrupwit @pierogipie @glowing-blue-feathermage @dalish-rogue @highwayphantoms and @melisusthewee

[lxstfuck]

Prompt: Teasing and eventually taking care of sub!eddie while he’s hiding from Jason and his gang, like telling him you know he couldn’t have hurt anyone cuz he’s your good boy, going down on him and eventually riding him to relieve his stress. Poor baby is so scared but the reader helps him forget even if it’s just for a little while 😵‍💫

Rolling, yelling and moaning a little.

You wish is my command dearie!

Stress free; Sub Eddie Munson x Dom fem reader

Tags: Little mommy kink (Eddie calls reader mommy twice), Aftercare duh!,dom Fem reader, sub Eddie, little bit of dacryphilia implied and lots of praise! S4 spoilers and changes since it's needed, i added a little titty play cuz he adores titties and your a bad bitch, unprotected sex (wrap it babes!), Cumming inside.

A/n: Just a little FYI you smoke and your not a little bitch nah! You do have piercings and ur tiddies are pierced and he absolutely loves it! That's it!

He was scared. No. He was terrified. You were the first person he talked to. He was so scared that sometimes he would threaten you. Eventually, Dusting and some other kids that Dustin said were friends. Still, you didn't trust anyone, not even the girl that was called Robin. You threatened Steve with a cracked bottle and when you glanced at your boyfriend, and he nod, you let them go.

They explained quickly that Eddie was in danger -but you knew that already- of course you knew this beforehand but still frowned at this. You wanted to help him. You'd give your life to protect him. But for now, you could only help him by staying by his side and caress him.

Not long after they left and promise to keep in touch Jason's gang came by. You were smoking a normal cigarette but you seriously doubted they knew the difference. So as soon as they saw you, long sweater and baggy pants, cigarette in hand they approached you.

“Where's your freaky boyfriend, L/N” You smirked, a shit eating grin that made them question what was so funny. “I know you know where he is or is he here with you?”

He kept questioning until you got bored and threw the cigarette on the grass, stepping on it with unnecessary force. Exhaling the last bit of smoke left in your mouth you licked your lips and raised your head and crossed your arms.

“I don't know where he is.” another boy you didn't really know raised an eyebrow. “Disappointed? My parents too.” you laughed at your own joke. “Trust me blondie. I wouldn't tell you even if i knew. Now," you clapped once, remarking your point. “I'm trying to get high and from what I see you're looking for an excuse to assert the little of dominance you have here so get out of I'll start kicking ass while smoking again.” Jason wouldn't dream of facing you.

No one would face you. You lived near Eddie and Max and for your own sake you had to learn to fight. You were in the fight club and you were one of the best so far. Your technique was always aggressive and cold.

“Go. Leave. Bye!" You yelled as they muttered something and left slowly. You cussed them and when you were sure they left you went back inside.

What awaited you was a curled up Eddie hiding in a corner as he covered his mouth. Almost like he was in a horror movie and he was about to get eaten by the monster. Maybe it felt like that to him. But to you, he was just a little cat that was scared. You believed him right from the start. He wouldn't hurt a fly. Even if the story came off as weird and rather fantasy like, you believed him.

“They're gone my cute wizard" He looked at you at the nickname to see you with a soft smile plastered on your face.

He cautiously stood up and hugged you. He towered over you but you still hugged him back and rubbed his back. Reassuring him everything will be fine.

“Do you really think i did that?" his voice was cracking and even if he looked the prettiest when he cried, you didn't want to see him cry right now. Not for this reason at least. “Promise i didn't do it..." He kept rambling about how he would never hurt her and telling the story over and over again. You kissed him softly to shut him. It worked like a charm.

“Of course you didn't do anything Eddie” your tone was soft, sincere and this Eddie noticed. “You're such a good boy. You would never do anything wrong". He sighed at this and you say in a corner and he sat in front of you. “Hmm?"

“I am? M' a good boy?” He questioned and you knew he needed this reassurance and when he leaned in to kiss your neck softly you knew where this was going so you played with his hair as he sighed and slid his cold hands inside the sweater.

A little later, the sweater was nowhere to be found, maybe on the floor, maybe stuck somewhere nearby. Your breast were exposed and he looked at you, a little plea in his eyes. You nod softly, putting your hands in his hair and caressing it as softly as you could. Brushing it gently and feeling his relax little by little. His big and calloused hands cupped your breast and his lips attached to the left one, sucking, kissing and sometimes biting. He felt the cold metal of something in his mouth and then he realized, you had your piercing on. Lord knows he tries! He tries so hard to not bite it roughly. But he loves you and he loves that piercing.

“What's wrong Ed?" you call him out. A whisper and he can't help but whine when your hand snaked to his pants and palmed him through them. “Come on babe, tell me what you want”. It might've come up as mean, maybe a little teasing. But in reality you were helping him voice his desires.

“Mommy...” He voiced, head thrown back and eyes shut. His hips were going up unconsciously. “Mommy please wanna feel you” he pleas as you stand up to take off your pants, slowly, teasing, on leg after the other. You were left only in pantys. A cold breeze made you shiver as you ordered him to take off his clothes too. You put your sweater under him so he wouldn't sit on the floor and get hurt. After all you were taking care of him.

Once undressed he looked at you. Your legs were one at each side of him and your last piece of clothing was long forgotten s you took it off when he was undressing. You touched his dick, he was already hard, sensitive and ready to cum. You lowered you hips, his dick just touching your folds but never entering. You did this a few times only for him to say your name over and over, begging you to let him cum. And who were you to say no to him?

Finally, you lowered your hips, finally letting him enter you completely. You sighed. God he felt so warm inside, so perfect. Fit for him. His hands traveled to your breasts once again and he pulled you closer so he could suck on them as you bounced on top of him. The wet noises whenever he was almost completely out and you harshly thrusted yourself on him plus the loud smacks of skin to skin made it all sensual.

“Good boy Eddie. Doing so good for me” You praise in between moans and breathy sighs. He deserved that praise. He needed it too. And you were willing to give it to him.

He still had his face buried in your chest as he grunted and moaned your name like a broken record. Over and over again you named would be thrown around and it mixed perfectly with the lewd sounds that filled the room.

“That feel good honey?” You manage to ask as he nod, you felt him drool on you and you chuckled, almost tired due to the movements. But you weren't going to stop until he had released. “Whatcha say if you cum in me?" you question and this seemed to catch his attention because he started thrusting up roughly. You took that as an affirmative answer. “The do so, baby. Cum in me. My dear baby". You held onto him and pulled his hair a bit as you moaned praises into his ear until you felt him fill you. The feeling was so intense that it made you cum as well. Your breathing was heavy and you knew you were both dirty. Still, you guys needed to clean up. You managed to get outside and cum was going down your leg. You smiled when his air caught up.

“Lets go take a shower mmk? I'll help you get washed” he nod and he looked at the sweater you had. It was messy, dirty. “Don't worry, I'll just have one the spare shirts you keep here. Or I'll call Robin to bring me one".

“No. Have mine". He muttered and you couldn't help but kiss him. You put on your underwear and pants. Threw on his shirt and walked to turned on the shower. You were willing to do it all over again if it meant getting his pretty head off the situation for a few minutes at least.

!The art isn't mine! I just did the banner, credits to whoever made it.

HERE YA GO! It took me two days but it's here! Hope you like it!

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[shinkanefanatic]

I have returned from the dead to talk about season 3

So recently after finally watching the trilogy on YouTube (movies were SO good, especially enjoyed the 2nd) so I decided to rewatch s3 hoping this time around I could follow it a bit better than when I watched it when it first came out. And the consensus after finishing my rewatch is this

While I can say i do understand a few plot points better having seen the trilogy, there are still many things I don't understand that the season nor the movies explained either. Did learn there is a manga for s3 just like the rest of the series but of course no legal, non-virus ridden sites have it available so I can't read it lmao I glanced and it does look like the manga has scenes that weren't in the anime but does that include answers to plot points we didn't get a lot of info on?

While the season sprinkled a little on certain things about, for example, Akane's situation, throughout the season, we never really got anything solid. I'm praying for another season at some point because I REALLY enjoyed season 3. To me I felt the writing was as good in s3 as s1, even with all the unanswered questions

So in short here are the main things I wanted to know and if anyone could explain these if they were answered in the season, my small brain would be foreever grateful

What happened to put Akane in jail and strip her of her job

How did she and Mika meet Kei and Arata (we also got hints she'd met Irie too)

This is probably overthinking on my part and forgive my small brain but rly, who exactly ARE Fredirica and Shizuka because both characters came out of no where and I feel they knew way too much about things, especially Shizuka. Idk it's one thing for the characters to be able to read others in this series or learn about others through their file but something feels different about those 2 compared to the others

How did Shizuka know Akane and when/did they meet? Sure seemed like he knew her well since he made sure to demand her release from jail...

When exactly did Gino and Sugo join Foreign affairs? In the 2nd movie of the trilogy, Sugo turned down Frederica when she scouted him. I mean we assume maybe Kougami coming back had something to do with Gino changing jobs but I feel there's a story there

Did Akane's arrest happen before or after Kougami came back?

When was Mika made chief

How did Yayoi's hue clear so much she was allowed to rejoin society and get a new job and when

This may have been stated in the season but I honestly don't recall: how did Kei's brother rly die and why did it say in the file Irie and them read that Arata's dad killed him?

Why the hell was Kou so hostile towards Kei and Arata? Ok I get Kei cause of him seeing him help Shizuka escape at the one scene. And also Kou kept saying he wanted to be the one to arrest Azusawa but he was soooo freaking pissy with both Kei and Arata, it felt almost off for his character to be so rude...or maybe it's just me lol I mean cause Gino was hella nice to both newbies but Kou, definitely not lmao

Speaking of, Kougami obviously doesn't get along with Mika as shown in an earier scene. There's definitely a story there

This one isnt that important and Im overthinking, but In the scene Arata meets Kougami and Gino, he focuses his gaze on JUST Kou. Assuming Arata personally knew Akane, did he know about Kou from Akane beforehand?

And I'm sure I have more questions but right now that's all the comes to mind. So yeah if anyone else understood something I didn't or explain some of these of these to me, I'd be very happy lol

[fallforfables]

First of all I want to say I’m sorry for for the way Terrence treated you. I hope writing this blog has been therapeutic for you and your healing. Please only answer if you feel comfortable, but I wanted to ask how you felt about the recent YouTube video that discussed your abuse. I used to be a repo fan a few years back, and watched that video when it came on my suggests. It was my introduction to the youtuber, and to your blog and well. Watching the video felt a bit upsetting, but also helped me make sense of my experience in the fandom and the weird culture of these niche gothy fanspaces where a lot of ickyness and misogyny goes unnoticed. I imagine the extra attention you got from the video might have been stressful. I wanted to hear what you thought about it and whether hearing someone else talking about it felt therapeutic to you. Hearing Laura talk about your involvement in so many of these art projects made me feel for you, because I realized how invested you must have been in these movies as well. Wherever you are, I hope you are able to still be involved in art and/or projects that you love.

Thank you! Between being able to share what happened to me and actual therapy, I'm better than I've ever been. Progress is a not-fun roller coaster, but I have so many more days where I can look back on my life with him and laugh about the ridiculousness rather than cry about the damage done.

I have really mixed feelings about the video. Laura's critique of the movie and terrance's work was hilariously on point and the whole video is just super enjoyable to watch, as both an ex-Repo! fan and someone who enjoys snarky media critique.

While I understand her reasoning as to why she never reached out to me, I don't agree with it. I'm honestly still a little mad about it and I don't know that I ever won't be. It would have been nice to have been asked for permission, which I would have happily given. It would even have been nice to have a head's up, whether or not she wanted my permission. There's just something uncomfortable - to me, the subject - about someone else telling my story - which is in good part about being left out of my own story - and leaving me out of it.

Obviously she couldn't have known this, but also, the video dropped at a time when things were not so hot for me. I didn't really have the energy to spare for that unexpected burst of attention, but I still felt like I had to run to catch up to all of it since I hadn't been given the opportunity to get in front of it and prepare. It's been a long time since I had active bullies, but the comments on the video absolutely awoke that same feeling again - except, tbh, kind of worse because I knew I couldn't jump in and defend myself or cut anyone to the quick with my sharp wit without looking like a whole idiot. Reading them became something of a self-harm routine for weeks after, where I'd be refreshing the video multiple times a day to see if there were any new hateful, ignorant takes about me - which I really didn't need at a time in my life when I already had other things making me feel isolated, not listened to, and hated. And, look, I know that knowing she was going to make this video wouldn't have saved me from any of that, but...I don't know, I would have liked to have been able to do some prep work with my therapist beforehand rather than being forced to frantically try to patch the cracks after.

At the end of the day, I do think it's good that the video exists. I'm glad it's put more attention than I've ever been able to on the fact that he's a self-important, predatory bag of trash. I want people to stay safe from his bullshit and I want people to hear a funny, inciteful take-down of his overinflated ego. If there's more than one place on the internet for people do that, that's a good thing!

[traincat]

Hi! I think I read this a while ago, but I’m wondering if you’re still planning on writing the johnnie storm AU?

I saw the Virgin!johnny story came out recently and I remember reading about those at the same time, so i got curious

Just ignore me if that’s a scrapped idea

It's not scrapped -- I tend to keep my "serious" WIPs open on my laptop, and that's one of the ones I've consistently had open. I have about 13k of it written, but it's a pretty easy fic because I'm essentially following certain lines of canon, so certain things have to happen, like the '80s Secret Wars, for instance. I have more or less the whole thing outlined. Currently, I would say that the Marvel Two-In-One canon divergent fic is way more likely to be done before it, because that one just has so much more already written and it's just missing some crucial scenes. The Johnnie fic needs a lot more work, but I do think about it a lot, and it's definitely a fic I want to finish at some point. It's just kind of finding the time and the motivation right now that's the issue.

Thank you for asking! I was actually thinking about it last night because some of the last scenes takes place at the Oscars. (And has Peter punching someone for Johnnie's honor just before that lol.)

“Don’t you think you could rush this one a little bit, Reed?” Johnnie asked, leaning forward in her seat. “I mean, the Oscars are in a few days.”

“Johnnie,” Sue sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You’re not even nominated for anything!”

“Not this year, but who knows what could happen!” Johnnie protested. She sat back in her seat with a huff, her arms crossed over her chest. Sue knew how she felt about the Oscars. Johnnie knew she didn’t really stand a chance of being nominated on the merits of her acting, but that didn’t stop her from indulging in the fantasy, the one she’d had ever since the first time she’d been offered a role in a movie. The dark theater, the plush red velvet seats, the tingle of excitement in her stomach all night, rendering her too nervous to eat all day beforehand. She’d have a little bit of hope, a tiny inclination, from the way her stylist would pick out a pale pink princess dress, all very Gwyneth Paltrow for Shakespeare in Love. It wasn’t Johnnie’s style at all, but she could break from tradition, just for one night part with the sequins and the flame print, the outrageous cut outs and the barely there skirts.

Worst of all was the latest addition to this perfect night fantasy – the daydream that Peter Parker would be sitting next to her when they announced her name. It was stupid. Nothing about the Oscars, or award shows or show business or anything even remotely resembling a grand affair, was Peter’s scene. Peter, who was proud of the fact that he was banned from Mary Jane Watson’s annual Oscar party for heckling the red carpet so loudly that the neighbors had complained. There were a million reasons why, in reality, he’d never walk down that carpet with her, her hand tucked into the crook of his elbow.

That didn’t mean she’d stopped wanting it. Johnnie had always loved an impossible dream.

This year’s dress was sheer and black through the bodice with a skirt made out of orange and red flames, not pale pink satin. Johnnie wasn’t nominated for any awards. And Peter Parker certainly wasn’t going to be holding her hand on the red carpet.

“Actually, you know what, Reed?” she said, sighing as she propped her cheek up on one fist. “Why don’t you just get us lost in the Negative Zone after all.”

She needed to not be thinking about Peter Parker. The Oscars had at least been a pretty good distraction, right up until they weren’t.

[linasobsessions]

The Next time OR 4 times Mat stood you up and the one time you had enough {Mathew Barzal}

Word count: 2,5k

Warnings: ehh absolute sadness?

Something had changed over the course of yours and Mat's relationship. At the beginning he was incredibly attentive. He took you out on date nights at least once every two weeks depending on his schedule. Randomly let your favorite flowers be delivered to your apartment to put a smile on your face. When he was home you spent as much time as possible together during which he was more or less attached on your back. He was cuddling you and giving you kisses as much as he could.

When you had first started started dating you would have never thought he could be clingy or shy. But when things got serious between you two you quickly realized that he wasn't just that confident, good-looking hockey superstar. He could be really shy and would blush everytime you complimented him.

Now, nearly two years later things had changed. Of course Mat was still as busy as before. But now it seemed that he didn't want to spent time with you anymore. By now you had moved in together and you noticed that he came up with excuses not to spend time with you anymore. He was telling you practice was running late more often or told you that he would hang out with his teammates after practice or games. When he was away he'd text you less regular than usual. And the late night facetime calls were also becoming less and less until they became nonexistent.

It messed with your head. It made you insecure and it made you overthink every single thing about your relationship. You searched the problem in yourself. And came to a conclusion. You would try to better your relationship so it could go back to the way it was.

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1.

The first date was supposed to be a normal movie night after he got back from practice. You had asked him a couple of days before and he had agreed with 'I wouldn't miss it for the world'. Funny how things had turned out. You had everything ready. You put all of the pillows and blankets you had in your apartment on your couch to make it as comfortable and cuddly as possible. You had ordered pizza that was supposed to arrive in 45 minutes, shortly after Mat would be home as well. You had bought a bottle of his favorite wine and you just hoped you two would go back to your loving relationship. You had been antsy the whole day, excited to spent time alone with your boyfriend again. But just as you were about to go to the bedroom to change into something you felt a little sexier in than an old shirt and jeans your phone lit up with a message.

Mat🥰: hey. I'm sorry for having to cancel but we are doing a team building exercise that I can't miss. Will probably get in late. Don't wait up for me. Hope you're not too mad. LY

He had canceled. He really had canceled on you. But you understand the situation. The team was not doing well right now and you knew their coach was harder on them now. But you were still disappointed. You were so excited for him to finally have a movie night with you again. And the fact that he didn't even really texted an 'I love you' made your heart break a little. Letting yourself sit down on the couch and texting him back that it was fine you let out a big sigh. Looks like you had to crush the pizza and bottle of wine all by yourself. The next time it would all go well, you tried to tell yourself. Next time would be better.

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2.

Your parent were in town. Since your hometown was far away from New York is was incredibly rare so you were buzzing the whole week before they would get there for the weekend. Your parents loved Mat and they always made sure to ask about him every time you were talking on the phone. Your mother always assured you that Mat was the one for you, saying that the way he looked at you spoke more than thousand words. Your dad even called him 'son' and had invited him out for fishing trips multiple times. So it was no surprise they wanted Mat to be there for the family dinner in a restaurant. So you talked to Mat about it the Tuesday morning before the weekend.

"Hey Mat?"

He looked up from his breakfast and hummed, signaling you to continue talking.

"So my parents are visiting this weekend. We are having a family dinner on Saturday and it would be amazing if you would come with us. They asked if you could be there. It would mean a lot to me."

His eyes got soft and he nodded with a soft smile while swallowing his food. He put away his plate and came up to you, pressing a kiss to your head before answering.

"Sure, I'll be there. Just tell me when and where, what I have to wear and I'll make sure to show up. But we gotta get home a little early because of the game on Sunday and the morning skate."

You also gave him a nod and pressed a kiss to his lips before he moved to the door to get to practice.

On Saturday however you hadn't heard from Mat since he left for practice. Assuming it was just running late you left him a message with the restaurant while getting ready for the dinner. Showering and getting ready made you relax a little. Your family was incredibly important to you and you missed them so much. This dinner would be great.

You were just about to get in the uber to drive to the restaurant when you felt your phone vibrate in your purse. A message from Mat.

Mat🥰: Sorry babe, I can't make it for your family dinner. Practice is running late and I don't think I'll be able to stay awake for dinner. Hug your parents from me.

Immediately your mood turned sour. He knew how much this dinner meant to you. And you wanted him to have part in it just as much as you hoped he would want to be a part of it. But it was understandable. Practices were hard, especially if they ran late. Next time it will all go well. Next time will be better.

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3.

The next time Mat was the one to plan a date. He had told you that morning that he'd take you out after the game that night. You were, of course, incredibly excited. It felt like the first time in months that he had made an effort to better your relationship and you couldn't wait to go out with him. He told you he'd take you to a diner he had discovered with some of his teammates so you could dress casually in jeans without worrying too much.

So you did. You stayed home from the game to get ready and watched the game on the TV in your bedroom. You cheered loudly as Mat and Tito both scores, feeling happy for your boyfriend and his best friend. When you were finally done the isles ended the game with a great win. You knew Mat would be in a good mood tonight. And so you waited for him to pick you up.

Half an hour passed

An hour passed.

Almost one and a half hours after the game you finally got a message. But the massage made tears well up in your eyes in frustration.

Mat🥰: Out with the boys. Don't wait up for me

He forgot yet again. The one time he had made the effort and he still forgot. You couldn't help but get upset over it. Why would he ask you for dinner if he would just forget and stand you up. You didn't understand him. But you were still hopeful. Next time. Next time it will be better.

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4.

That next time you didn't even know you got stood up. You were both hanging out at home when he suddenly got up from the couch and made his way to your bedroom. Looking after him with a confused frown on your face you called after him.

"Babe? What are you doing?"

You got no answer other than hearing him move around in the room. You sat up from the couch as well, ready to follow him, as he walked down the hallway now dressed in a button up shirt. The frown on your face deepened as he made his way to the door to put on shoes and get his keys.

"Where are you going? You got up so suddenly."

He looked up at you with the front door already opened. He had a forced smile on his face that was probably supposed to soothe you. It did the complete opposite. His eyes roamed around the room not meeting yours. He only did that when he was nervous, but why would he be nervous.

"Just a team thing. It's boring, nothing to worry about."

You looked down and nodded. You opened your mouth to ask more questions when you heard the front door fall shut.

For the most part, you believed him. It wasn't unusual to have spontaneous team meeting when something important came up so you wouldn't worry too much. That was until you opened Instagram and saw the stories some of the other WAGS of the team had posted. Turns out it wasn't a boring team thing. It was a team family dinner for players, coaches and their significant others. It looked like they had a lot of fun and from what you could tell Mat sat around with the single guys of the team.

You were surely overreacting. Maybe he didn't know it was that important. He was a little forgetful sometimes. But it still hurt. It was the first time in almost one and a half years you had missed a team dinner where significant others were welcome as well. It made your heart break as you clung onto that last bit of hope.

One chance. Just one last chance.

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+1

It was your two year anniversary. Something you should be excited and happy about. For you it only signaled that last chance you were giving Mat to prove himself. To prove that he wanted this to work.

The reservation in the restaurant had been made months beforehand. Mat wanted to make sure you got the best of the best for your anniversary. Now, a couple months later, it seemed like that Mat had been completely switched out. Nothing reminded you of the man he had been. You were so close to your breaking point, you only needed that one last blow for you to break completely. Who would have thought it would come on the day that was supposed to be one of the happiest days of the year for you.

You were sitting in the restaurant, alone, waiting for your boyfriend to finally show up. You were wearing your best dress and had made sure you looked your absolute best. It had been half an hour later than the original reservation and you were starting to get restless. Sitting alone at a table for two was always embarrassing, but at an expensive restaurant? It was so much worse. You could see the other guests glance over at your frame and the waitress was giving you looks full of pity. You fiddled with your hands as you hoped with all your might that Mat would show up in the next couple of minutes. As this didn't happen you pulled out your phone. No messages. Right then you decided you had enough. You had tried everything in you to safe whatever was left of your relationship and Mat didn't seem to want the same. You were tired, you were exhausted. You were done. Ordering yourself an uber you drank the glass of water that had been served when you had arrived. Apologizing to the waitress for the inconvenience you went outside to catch some fresh air before your uber arrived. You had made your decision. You couldn't do this anymore. You had to break up with him.

On the way back to your apartment the tears started. Your heart was breaking. You loved Mat so much, but now it seemed like the last two years had just been a complete waste of time. You wanted to be happy again and fighting for a relationship without the help of your partner was making you miserable. Everyone was so sure about you and Mat being soulmates. Seems like they were wrong.

When the uber stopped at your apartment building the anger began to rise up. And it only began to rise the closer you got to your apartment the door. What made you explode however was seeing your boyfriend sitting on the couch in sweatpants watching a rerun of a hockey game. He could be serious.

He looked over his shoulder at you and frowned. He really didn't realize what he had done wrong.

"Babe why are you dressed like that? It looks like you were on a date?"

Hearing that sentence made all common sense fly out of the window for you as anger completely overtook your body.

"Are you kidding me? I look like I was on a date? Yeah! I was supposed to be at my two year anniversary dinner! But guess who didn't show up? The one person I was supposed to be celebrating with!"

Your voice got louder and it shook at the end as angry tears streamed down your face. Mathew's face finally showed some realization as he jumped from the couch and came up to you, trying to pull you into a hug. You held your hand out, stopping him mid-movement. His eyes skimmed over his face as he began stuttering.

"Baby. I am so sorry. I didn't look at the date and completly forgot about it. I will make it up to you I promise. I will make this better."

You let out a scoff, rolling your eyes and stepping back to get more distance between the two of you. As great as that sounded you learned from earlier mistakes. These were just empty words. Just like the rest. They meant nothing.

"Mathew just stop. I am done. I am so done with you. Do you know how many chances I gave you to make things up to me? No? Well it doesn't surprise me. I have been trying for weeks, no months for us to spend quality time together. Every time you canceled on me. You even canceled on me when you were the one asking me to go out with you! I'm so tired of trying to keep this relationship stable when I get nothing in return. It's like I'm just a good thing to have. Well jokes on you, you won't have me anymore. I can't do this anymore. We're over Mathew!"

These were the last words you said before turning around and storming out of the apartment, leaving Mathew standing in the entrance hall thinking about how he had made the biggest mistake of his life in making you feel like this.

He had wasted his chances.

[seriouslysnape]

A Special Surprise

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Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff. 

Word Count: 1,643

Request: If you don't mind would you write fluff (with smut or not depends how are you feel about it) with female professor reader x Lupin. He missed her birthday because of full moon. Not like she's mad or anything but he feels bad about it and prepared a surprise for her. Pretty please? ❤️

A/N: I just want to say...I love Lupin.

“Here’s to late celebrations.”

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A loud, painful groan sounded from Remus’ throat as he rubbed at his shoulder muscles that were aching each time he moved the wrong way. He felt much more fatigued than usual, just another testament to how rough this last full moon had been. Remus would admit that some of his full moon transformation took more of a toll on him than others. He never really had any indications to let him know how he’d be after the full moon had passed. And this one was surely weighing on him now. 

Despite his harsh side effects, Remus had another pressing matter on his mind.

Remus had known beforehand that your birthday was falling on a full moon this year. He had felt a horrible, guilty pit in his gut when he looked at his calendar and saw that your birthday and the full moon were overlapping. That meant he’d miss your birthday this year, and he couldn’t have felt worse about it. You weren’t at all upset with him over it. It wasn’t his fault, and you knew that making him feel bad over it wouldn’t solve anything. That didn’t stop you from being disappointed though. 

He knew that you had spent your birthday alone, probably snuggled up in bed and watching all of your favorite Muggle movies to keep your mind off of it. It pained him to know that he hadn’t been there for you on your special day, but it warmed his heart that you were so forgiving. It had been a few days since the full moon had passed, and Remus had been working on something special for you. 

Even if your birthday had passed, a late celebration was better than nothing at all. He had to make it up to you.

It was a busy time of the school year at Hogwarts, both you and Remus were slammed with course materials and grading essays. Remus knew you’d be holed away in your office until after dinnertime, which gave him a small window to get everything prepared that he had planned. Confusion riddled you when you entered your bedroom to see that your husband wasn’t anywhere to be seen. The bedroom was spotless, the bed was neatly made as always, but there was a slip of parchment folded neatly on the pillows. It was a note from Remus, telling you to meet him at The Great Hall once you were ready and had gotten the message. 

Your curiosity was sparked at the instruction. It was well after dinner now, and there surely couldn’t have been any reason for Remus to want to meet you there. You made your way through the quiet corridors of the castle, your shoes clicking with each step you took. You paused when you made it to The Great Hall, the sound of soft music from inside had stopped your walk completely. A smile appeared on your face as you creaked the large door open, revealing a sight that sucked all the air out of your lungs. 

The Great Hall was decorated to dazzling perfection. Candles were lit all around the room, creating a warm, lovely glow. The ceiling twinkled with sparkling stars and the floor was dotted with flower petals. In the middle of the room was a circular table, much smaller than any of the House tables that were all pushed up against the walls. The Great Hall was massive as it was, but it looked even larger when there wasn’t anyone inside of it. Remus’ head snapped in your direction when he heard the door open, a sheepish grin appearing on his face as you approached him. 

“Remus...what’s all this?” You asked, your eyes darting around the room in wonder.

He held his hand out to you, pulling you in to him once you took it.

“Just a little something for you, my love.” He admitted, a pink tinge dusting his cheeks.

Your hands found his shoulders, a silent note occurring to you as to how tense he was. You had a feeling that this past full moon would be a difficult one. You hated to ever see him in discomfort. 

“Is this because you missed my birthday?” You pondered; “Oh, Rem. I told you it was fine. You couldn’t help it.” 

Remus shook his head.

“No, no. I couldn’t just do nothing,” He remarked; “I love you too much for that.”

You kissed him for that, causing a bit of his aches to fade away. You always seemed to have that effect on him.

“So...do you like it? I know it isn’t much, I didn’t have a lot of time...” He blushed.

You smiled warmly, smoothing out the material of his soft sweater.

“I love it. It’s perfect.” You assured him.

Suddenly giddy with excitement, Remus guided you to the table, pushing your seat in once you had sat down. The table was presented to you with a spread of food that you loved, adorned with a vase of flowers and candles. Remus had really thought this whole thing out. He filled your wine glass, holding up his own to make a toast to you.

“Here’s to late celebrations.” He cheeked.

“To late celebrations.” You returned.

You laughed gently when he clinked his glass against yours, sipping the rim with ease. Remus couldn’t seem to look away from you. He was taking in your beauty as if he hadn’t seen it a million times in his life. How a human could be as extravagant and beautiful as you was mind boggling to him. 

“How exactly did you pull all of this off? The Great Hall isn’t exactly intended for spontaneous date nights.” You questioned, wrapping your lips around your fork as you ate.

Remus smirked proudly.

“I asked Albus if I could have it for the evening,” Remus explained; “He’s a bit of a romantic.”

“Shocking,” You replied sarcastically; “How are your classes? Are the second years improving?” 

Remus let out a noise of disapproval, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Please. Must we talk about work?” He queried.

You chuckled in amusement, your hands going up in defense.

“I suppose not,” You obliged, letting your eyes roam over him. His eyes were dimmer than usual, his entire frame seemingly slouched. “Was the full moon that rough?” 

Remus only grinned in reassurance with a shrug.

“I’m a lot better now. I’ll be fine in another day or so.” He replied.

Remus’ foot nudged yours, rubbing up and down your calf in a loving way. He never wanted you to worry yourself over him. He had dealt with his transformations for a long time. While they grew harder to deal with as he got older, he always found comfort with you. 

The two of you were always so wrapped up in each other’s presence. Sometimes nothing could be said at all, but it was more than words could ever say. Your souls were so connected, so in sync that it was almost scary. Two beautifully different human beings had collided together to create one perfect love story. 

If only everyone could have what you did.

“Oh, how did I ever get so lucky?” Remus suddenly asked, catching your attention once more; “How did I ever deserve someone so perfect?”

You grew shy and avoided his gaze to hide the burning blush on your cheeks. 

“I could ask myself the same thing. I’m far from perfect, and how I ended up with someone as faultless as you always puzzles me.” You responded as you sipped your wine.

Remus laughed out loud, his sweet chuckle echoing through the room. 

“Faultless? I think I must tell you that I am far from faultless,” He admitted; “I’m just about as flawed as I could get.”

You joined his laughter.

“Well, let’s both be flawed then.” You joked.

The two of you continued to talk, just enjoying each other’s company when Remus stood up from his chair after your plates were cleared. He lifted you from your own seat, bringing you over to the empty space of The Hall.

“Remus?” You called when he placed your arms around his shoulders and his hands fell to your hips.

“Shh,” He hushed; “Dance with me.”

The music was playing overhead, filling the room with gorgeous melodies that were relaxing to your ears. Remus’ had a bit of a secret talent for dancing, something that you liked to yourself. He swayed with you, your hearts beating in rhythm together as you gracefully waltzed. He whispered sweet nothings to you, only making you fall more and more in love with him.

“You’re so wonderful. If I could give you the world, I would,” He praised; “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Your head fell to his shoulders, your lips just grazing the crook of his neck. Your feet moved so well together. Each move was easy and calculated, like your physicality was quintessential to his. You were forever grateful that your paths had lined up. Your life would be so different without him.

“No one’s ever loved me the way you do,” You confessed; “I love you.”

“Oh, I love you. So much,” He professed; “I never want to miss another moment with you.”

The song came to a close, and suddenly there wasn’t any noise in the room. Just your gentle breathing and occasional kisses that he left on your head. Your dancing stopped shortly after, signaling that your night had come to an end. Even though your day was over, you weren’t at all disappointed. You knew that with Remus, you’d have moments like this over and over for the rest of your life. 

Remus rubbed your back, persuading you to draw your head back to look at him. His tired eyes were glassy, but full of care and so much love that it made your heart swell.

“Happy birthday, love.”

[marvelslut16]

Oblivious

Prompt number: 18 “you don’t see it?”

Fandom: Saturday night live? Pete Davidson?

Paring: Pete Davidson x reader 

Rating: T

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: An asshole cheater. Mentions of Ariana Grande (yes that’s a warning- don’t come for me). Swearing. Mentions of slight sexting- just mentions boobs nothing graphic. Mentions rehab. Slightly angsty ends fluffy.

A/N: So I broke my one rule and wrote for an actual person. Pete Davidson is precious and doesn’t deserve the hate he gets. I was also almost hella basic because I was so close to titling this the king of Staten Island. Anywho, the cheating scum part of this story happened to me and I immediately thought Pete would never do this to me- so I wrote this lmao. I think my love for the Knicks seeped into this story a bit. 

You had been talking to a guy for close to three months now. You thought he was charming, and sweet, and he was built like a god! You’re friends were a little weary, none more than Pete, when you admitted you hadn’t met up with the man yet. Their faces would go from being happy for you to pitting you instantly. But you knew you weren’t being catfished, you video called with Henry multiple times a week. While Henry wasn’t your first choice, he never would be, you were starting to see a future with him. 

But that vision went to shit with one simple text. You had gotten a new bra, maroon and lacy, and boy did it make the girls look good! Feeling a little flirty in your new bra, you texted a picture to Henry to be a little tease while he was at work. Almost instantly you got a text back, and it read; ‘shit baby, you’re tits are way better than my girlfriends!’ with multiple heart eye and drooling emojis to follow. 

You had never felt more embarrassed in your life! And that’s saying something considering Pete makes jokes about you on SNL and in his standup routines, all approved by you beforehand of course. You had met Pete years ago, while he was scrawnier than he is now, had a lot less tattoos, and right when he was just starting SNL. You had bumped into him on the sidewalk while trying to catch a cab in the pouring rain, you expected to be yelled at with a thick New York accent for what felt like the millionth time that day, but it never came. Instead Pete hailed the cab for you but not before exchanging numbers and promising to show you around since you had just moved to the city for college. 

After showing you around the next day, you were surprised when he continued to text you for the next month. To pay him back for his generosity you took him to see a Knicks game, lucky for you your dormmate had a fight with her boyfriend so she sold the tickets to you for dirt cheap. The seats weren’t great, all the way up in the nosebleed section, but you were in Madison Square Garden watching the Knicks! Pete was pleasantly surprised by you when you could name the players and you actually knew how the game was played, unlike girls he had dated. Of course before you left the arena you had to splurge and got yourself a Carmelo Anthony jersey! 

Many years and Knicks games later you’re still friends with Pete. You’d call him your best friend, but you know Colson is his even if he claims it’s you when you’ve asked in the past. You’d be by Pete’s side every time he admitted himself into rehab- making sure you were there to pick him up when he got out. You had been there to pick up the pieces after Ariana- hell you were picking them up when they were still together. You were beside him every time he got bullied off his social media by stupid haters or little Ariana stans after they broke up. He made sure to be at your graduation, and he was there to rant to when you had a bad day at work. Pete was there to hold your hand when you got your first tattoo, which he wanted to pick out for you but you refused. Pete was there to pick up your pieces when a guy hurt you, like right now. 

You’re in his basement, curled into his right side, his right arm slung securely over your shoulder, his fingertips making soothing trails up and down your arm. You had convinced him to watch an old episode of SNL- before he was on it, but new enough that Kate McKinnon and Bill Hader were on it together. You snuggle further into his warm side and let out a content sigh. 

“You were too good for him, (Y/N/N),” Pete finally brings up the elephant in the room. You had hoped that watching an episode of SNL would put the ‘you deserve better than him, he’s just scum,’ talk Pete gives you every time you go through a break up.

“If I was too good for him, then I’d still be with him,” you murmur a line from the movie clueless into his baby pink sweatshirt covered chest. 

“None of these guys deserved you, (Y/N/N),” Pete says sternly, you roll your eyes not in the mood for him to tell you how amazing you are but not make a move on you, yet again.

“Pete, stop,” you pull away from his chest, his arm falling off you as you scoot to the front of the cushion. “I really don’t want to have this conversation again, no matter how many times you tell me I still won’t believe you. I should get going, don’t want to miss the last ferry back to the city.”

“(Y/N), please, wait,” Pete’s skinny fingers wrap around your wrist as you stand and go to walk towards the door. “We just ordered pizza, just stay the night.”

“I can’t Pete,” you whisper, staring down at your sock covered feet, you had gotten Pete to take better care of his hardwood floors by convincing him to have a no shoe policy. “Give some pizza to your mom and your sister.”

“You’re off tomorrow, you originally planned on staying,” if you didn’t know any better you’d say his voice was laced with hurt and disappointment. “Why won’t you stay now?”

“I can’t keep doing this Pete,” loud laughing coming from the studio audience on the now forgotten episode of SNL only seems to be mocking you and your feelings. “Every time you tell me how amazing I am and you don’t- it’s just hard to believe when no one seems to agree with the sentiment.” 

“You don’t see it?” his voice is soft, he stands from his seat, getting momentarily stuck in the blanket that was draped over your laps. “You really don’t see it,” this time it’s not a question, it’s a statement. 

“See what Pete?” he lets go of your wrist to spin you around to face him. 

“That I’m in love with you,” his eyes shine in sincerity, but they aren’t what you’re focusing on. “That I have been since that first Knicks game!”

“You don’t love me,” your voice shakes as you stare at the heart that was once Ariana’s bunny ears peaking out above his left ear. You reach up and gently trace your finger over the heart. “You’ve dated models, and movie stars. You were engaged to Ariana, even after you knew she didn’t want us to be friends. Because she didn’t trust me. You didn’t love me Pete, you chose her, and yet I was still there to pick up the pieces after you ignored me for months, because I love you. Because I didn’t care how much I was hurting, I knew I had to be there to make you feel better, to be able to see your smile again.”

“I was settling for Ariana!” he grabs your cheeks so you can’t look away. “I thought I could get her to warm up to you, I’ve never wanted you out of my life (Y/N)! You were with Eric at the time, it hurt like hell to see you that happy with someone that wasn’t me! So I proposed to Ariana because Eric bragged that he had a ring for you! But then you guys broke up and I couldn’t just break up with her right after I proposed.”

“Eric did propose, I said no and broke it off,” you smile sadly. “He, like Ariana, didn’t want us to spend time together, so I dumped him. All of the guys eventually realize they’re second to you, so they either break up with me or ask me not to see you anymore. And I was selfish every single time, I hurt them so I could be happy with you in my life.” 

“Fine, you want the truth?” Pete asks, and you nod. “It wasn’t the Knicks game. I knew I wanted to date you that night. But the first time I knew I loved you was when you came with my mom to pick me up from rehab the first time after we were. You didn’t run far away from me, you still wanted to be around me and you put up with my shit. Everyone leaves when I go to rehab, they think I’m too much to handle.”

“Well I don’t! I never have Pete!” you’re crying by now. 

“I know! Fuck, you’re too damn perfect for me (Y/N). I convinced myself for so long you were too good for me, that you couldn’t love me,” you don’t know how to verbally respond, so you do the first thing that comes to your mind. 

You grab the back of Pete’s neck and pull him into a kiss, it’s all teeth and tongue. The passion sends jolts of electricity through your body, a wave of giddiness rolls over you as you realize that this is really happening. You’re really kissing Pete, he really loves you too. As the kiss continues it becomes slower and more gentle, both of you want this feeling to last as long as it can. When you finally pull back, lungs burning and desperately in need of air, the feeling of his lips linger on yours. 

“I do love you, (Y/N/N). There’s never really been anyone else,” he caresses your cheek and gently brushes his lips on your forehead. 

“I love you too Pete,” you lean in for a peck, which he quickly deepens. You pull away giggling, “so much.”

Permeant tags: @crimson-knuckled-queen​ @rexorangecouny​

[vidavalor]

Bucky’s dual-era dog tags in TFATWS (and when & where he decides to wear them) are giving me some SamBucky-related vibes...

...in addition to the just interesting stuff related to Bucky’s various identity issues. So let’s talk the dog tags. 

First things first, these really do not seem like they’re Steve’s dog tags-- they’re Bucky’s own. Why? Look at the promo still below which is the best view I’ve seen of them in TFATWS. Notice that they are not of the same era. One of the dog tags is a WW2-era tag-- the darker, wider one is not only period-accurate for WW2, it’s identical to the ones Bucky was wearing during WW2 in the movie canon already, most visibly in the “let’s hear it for Captain America!” moment. The *other* dog tag Bucky is wearing in TFATWS, though, is of a more modern issue. It is the kind that would be made for soldiers now and over the last couple of decades. So, how does that mean that they’re Bucky’s and not just Steve’s and what does this have to do with Sam? 

Dog tags are only meant to be separated off the chain in the case of death, as everyone probably knows. Soldiers wear two tags with the same information on them into battle so that one remains on them if they die and the other can be pulled off the chain as proof of a fallen soldier during battle, with the army then usually passing the single chain to next of kin. If Bucky were wearing a pair of WW2-era dog tags in TFATWS, I’d say it was more possible that he was wearing Steve’s tags because Steve didn’t actually have them on when he went into the ice so, somewhere, Steve’s pair of WW2-era dog tags exist as a set, still on the chain. They probably wound up in the Smithsonian at some point but back to Bucky-- his, based on the canon we know, would have been separated after the freight car. 

Bucky was wearing his dog tags when he fell off the train car because he was at war. We know that the Russians found Bucky and then handed him back over to Zola. The Russians, to cover this up, would have taken one of Bucky’s dog tags and given it to the U.S. Army, claiming that they had found them washed up on the shore near where he fell or something. What did the U.S. Army do then? They didn’t know what Zola had done to Bucky beforehand that would enable him to survive the fall so they wouldn’t think to question the Russians on this-- they’d just be like hey, thanks for this and we’ll continue to do the same for you. They would have taken the dog tag and marked Bucky off as dead and then done the next thing, which is to give the dog tag to the soldier’s next of kin. 

Bucky died during war time and everyone knew he and Steve had been friends before the war so whatever general got the dog tag probably just gave it to Steve. Steve *could* have given it to Bucky’s sister at some point-- and we know she exists in the MCU because Bucky briefly mentioned her in TFATWS but we don’t know if he’s gone to see her yet-- but we also have no idea what she’s like in the MCU or if Steve might have just decided to keep the dog tag for himself. Given the trauma Steve went through of witnessing Bucky’s death and them not finding Bucky’s body, it wouldn’t be unreasonable to assume that even if Steve was the one who told Rebecca about Bucky’s death and all that, that he kept Bucky’s dog tag. The other one, that was on Bucky at the time when he was given back to Zola, was destroyed by Zola during him being brainwashed into The Winter Soldier. 

So, maybe through seeing Rebecca but probably really through Steve, Bucky gets one of his WW2 era dog tags back. Given that he isn’t seen wearing dog tags again until TFATWS, it’s likely that Steve gave it back to Bucky sometime in the Endgame aftermath before Steve went back in time. Let’s unpack how Steve’s heart was in the right place but that was a bit of a loaded gift here...

Free from being brainwashed-- as free as he’s been *since* WW2 anyway-- Bucky is essentially handed by Steve the symbol of what he just can’t be anymore-- that guy that Steve used to know. He’s still somewhat that guy but he’s been through so much that he’s not going to ever go back. Steve is into going back-- back to the same girl, back to the same era, back to a time when things felt less confusing and safer to him, where things will hurt less. Bucky has always been the absolute opposite of this-- while Steve was always desperate to fit the mode of the model man of the WW2 era, Bucky-- a good-looking, able-bodied soldier who can hot-blooded American male with the best of them-- was never a man of his time, always a bit ahead of it. Steve is Captain America-- Bucky is Captain World of Tomorrow. He’s more realistic about what America is because as a guy putting on a show for the world to pass in the society that Steve worships, Bucky has a very different perspective on all of it than Steve did. (See also, obviously, why Bucky and Sam understand one another and are better for one another than either of them with Steve.) Bucky is touched that Steve had this and is trying to do something nice by giving it back to him but it’s the singular dog tag bearing ‘James Buchanan Barnes’ like it’s literally being his own next of kin at this point as Steve’s about to go back into time-- it’s being handed a reminder of the demise of his sense of self and his *literal almost actual death* right when he’s trying to figure out how he’s going to view himself and what he’s going to do in this world now that he’s going to stay in the present. 

So, he’s not wearing it. He doesn’t really know what to do with it. He’s with Sam at the time (maybe not *with* Sam but I mean they’re sharing a lot of the same space, either at the Avengers compound or Sam’s apartment, in the whole Endgame aftermath time period but pre-TFATWS) and Sam sees it and Bucky tells him he’s putting it away because he can’t wear it. Steve was trying to do a nice thing but Bucky’s like I can’t wear one of these things, my old WW2 one-- it’d be like I was a walking corpse. Sam agrees. So, from here two things could have happened...

One is that Bucky could have made the decision to just get himself a modern secondary tag but keep in mind that Dr. Raynor actually had to clear Bucky for active duty and that wouldn’t have happened right away. More importantly, some military guys basically never take off their dog tags but we have evidence that Bucky used to actually *not* be like this so much. While he had them on during the war, much has been made (and should be made, for sure) about how Bucky’s wardrobe changes after his first encounter with Zola compared to when he first left for war. The Bucky in uniform on the double date with Steve is spiffy and spotless; the Bucky in the bar with Peggy and the Howlies is barely hanging on. The most major difference is how much he pushes his uniform away from his neck and stops wearing a hat-- some have theorized that Zola was trying an early version of the mind crown on Bucky before Steve found him, prompting Bucky to develop a trauma-induced need to have things away from his neck. 

This actually doesn’t change that much after Civil War, when he’s free from his handlers and on the run. By necessity, there’s a baseball cap at times but he wears a lot of henleys and there’s not actually any necklaces or dog tags until TFATWS. So, what changes? The addition of the modern tag and his reclaiming of the idea of being a soldier. So, the two options for how Bucky got the modern dog tag are really either a) he went and had one made for himself or b) Sam gave it to him. Let’s look at why the former would be kind of a healthy choice for Bucky but why it’s probably not likely to be what happened. 

One scene that stands out for me is the single scene in TFATWS where it’s really obvious that Bucky is *not* wearing the dog tags. They show up all over the place-- he has them on for basically the entire series. He’s even *sleeping* in them, waking up with them on during a nightmare where they’re prominent in the scene and then also in its contrasting scene, on the couch in Delacroix. So, the one scene we don’t see Bucky wearing them? His first therapy scene with Raynor. 

It’s made pretty clear that while Bucky got a thing or two out of his time with Raynor, it’s not really because of Raynor herself, who is basically a terrible trauma therapist. It’s also clear that Bucky doesn’t trust her and for good reason. We see that he really shouldn’t-- she’s forcing him into rules he can’t actually live by instead of helping him find ways through those scenarios when they invitably pop up (“don’t hurt anyone” is a recipe for failure) and she’s treating a man violated in every way under the sun in a way that’s invasive. She’s monitoring his phone. She threatens his compliance by *bringing out a book that she’s writing his secrets in* like... this isn’t the healthiest scenario here. What we also see is that Bucky subtly rebels against her. He somehow got himself cleared for active duty by her so he’s been b.s.ing her. He is later seen with a smart phone he knows how to use at Zemo’s (and had to have something on which he was online dating profile perusing) but Raynor thinks he just owns an old flip phone. So, it’s something really interesting that this is the one scene where we can’t see the chain of his dog tags. Why? Why doesn’t he want Raynor to know about them? 

Because he’s hiding what they mean to him. If he wore them in, he’d have to talk to her about them. The dog tags represent his real efforts to reconcile his identity and what he wants that to look like-- he’s vulnerable about them because they represent what little hope he has left. If Bucky had gone out and gotten that modern dog tag for himself and began wearing them, it’d be something healthy to share with Raynor. He’d want to show it off, all eager to show the doc the decision she’d see as healthy and let her analyze it with him. We know that Bucky is struggling to reconcile his identity-- it’s literally his whole story arc in TFATWS-- and yet, he’s wearing dog tags that cut to the chase of it, in a lot of ways. Which is why those dog tags were on in New York all the time except for with Raynor-- why he wore them to bed, even-- and why he leaves them on when he goes to see Sam. 

Sam got Bucky that newer tag. Probably when Raynor cleared him as a congratulations thing or maybe just when he saw Bucky left with a friend who went back in time and left him with nothing but a notebook of things to check out and a corpse necklace and felt for him. In essence, Bucky is wearing around another pair of dual identities in TFATWS-- the Bucky who died in WW2 and the Bucky who is still alive again now in the present-- as given back/given to him and represented by the once and future Captain Americas, who also happen to be the guys he’s loved (in different ways) the most in his life. That he’s wearing them is a sign that he wants to be Sgt. Barnes again-- this newer version of himself. It’s progress from the man who shuddered at stuff around his neck and TFATWS shows us that in other scenes as well, in other ways (his hoodie & jacket combo when they go to talk to Zemo; his signature jacket with a higher collar than we’ve seen him in since he left for war.) The wardrobe choices show an evolution-- a willingness to try to a new place of managing what he’s been through. 

But wearing those dog tags around Sam in TFATWS? (And wearing them when he and Sam weren’t really communicating ahead of it?) Yeah. The parallel to Bucky showing up in Delacroix with a whole new outfit for Sam’s new identity as Captain America is that it was Sam who gave Bucky the modern half of his dog tags (and the chain, which is lighter silver and from the present era) and that’s why Bucky has been wearing them. Steve gave him a reminder of the guy he used to be, even if that guy was still pretty dead but Sam gave him a duplicate-- one that represented the guy who belongs to more modern times and is alive. One tag is death; two is life. 

[alaskasmonsters]

(Divine) Dog Cuddles | Fushiguro Megumi

the divine dogs aren't just useful in a fight against curses but also when faced with emotional battles.

pairing: fushiguro megumi x gn!reader

w.c: 1.592

warnings: reader being sad? other than that none

a.n: this one is kinda bad (just lowering the expectations beforehand lol) but i still hope you enjoy it!

There was a soft knock on his door and when Megumi opened it he found you standing in front of it, nervously shifting around as you fiddled with your fingers.

You looked cute, he noticed.

Your hair was disheveled and your face clear of any makeup. You were only wearing an oversized hoodie with, what he recognized to be, pikachu shorts underneath.

Yes, you looked cute.

He opened the door a little wider and you scurried inside, face lighting up when you noticed the divine dogs were already summoned, sitting in front of his bed. As soon as they saw you entering they had started wagging their tails and you smiled happily.

He didn’t know how you had done it, but they liked you. Megumi had never seen the dogs so excited to see someone. They were usually nonchalant, not paying much attention to the general humans as they were fixed on curses. With you there was a difference.

He couldn’t help but ask himself if maybe that was because of him, if they could pick up on his feelings for you and liked you because of that.

You were already kneeling on the floor and eagerly patting the dogs heads and they happily rubbed their heads against your hands, panting.

Megumi sat down on the bed behind you, eyes watching you with fondness as you started talking to his dogs in a baby voice and caressed their fur and scratched behind their ears.

He hadn’t asked why you had wanted him to summon the dogs, he felt it was inappropriate and out of place after you pleaded him over text, the desperation clear as day. The humor all your interactions naturally included had been missing.

You were a person that hardly took anything too serious.

In the beginning he wasn’t too sure what to think about that, or you, for the matter. You’d joke about everything, no situation deemed too serious or professional to not make humorous comments.

That was probably why you got along with Gojou-sensei so well. Both of you were utter crackheads at times, hardly ever responsible with the words you were spouting.

In every area, that was.

When you had started making comments about being attracted to the King of curses, and how absolutely “hot and sexy” his “tatts” were... the bluntness and insolence your words held, it had shocked him.

You were always upfront and naively honest about everything that went on in your head, and despite your silliness he learned to respect that about you.

He also realized rather quickly that your humor was part of your charm and that despite mostly cracking jokes in any given situation you were well aware of the seriousness of the matter. When push came to shove you could put aside your penchant for humor, although never completely and get the work done.

He liked that about you.

Megumi had grown quite fond about all the little behavioral traits you exhibited, that made you you. While in the beginning, when the two of you had just met, he hadn’t thought much of you, now you belonged to the very few people he respected very dearly.

So much, he had reconsidered questioning you about your reasons for wanting to see the divine dogs this late at night, when you messaged him. He had decided he could still ask you when you arrived at his door, but then he’d seen your messy appearance and it had thrown him off guard.

And now you looked so peaceful with your hands buried in his dogs’ fur, that cute little smile on your lips. You were so content in that moment, he’d feel bad if he interrogated you now.

He almost decided to just let you be, lie down and pretend to read a book so he could watch you subtly without it seeming creepy.

Then white dog licked over your cheek and for some reason it seemed to trigger something inside you, because the next moment you suddenly buried your head into the dog’s furry neck, clinging to him tightly.

Megumi watched in surprise.

That was a little too affectionate, even for you.

Only then he noticed your shoulders were shaking with every breath you took and the almost inaudible sound of sniffles that reached his ears. You were crying.

Black dog, who had noticed as well, dropped his head into your lap and although he was a little surprised on how well adjusted they were with the emotional depth of a human, he was feeling a little useless in comparison.

He wanted to help you, as well.

“Y/n...” he started, deciding that if he wanted to comfort you as well it was better to do it now, “are you feeling alright?”

Despite the attempt to keep his voice as calm and monotone as he could, he still feared the question alone had been crossing a line.

One thing he had noticed about you was that although you seemed to be perfectly aligned with your emotions and fine with others knowing about your state of mind at any given moment, considering how naively honest you were, you were actually very private in that matter.

You were often honest about the superficial feelings you experienced in situations and weren’t ashamed of crying when it seemed appropriate, say when dealing with a sad movie (a story about dogs...those seem to always get you), but what you showed to others was only the surface of it all.

You chose carefully what you wanted to share with the rest of them all, and to Megumi’s disappointment you never came to him or anyone else when you were experiencing serious sadness.

Well, you hadn’t been until now.

At his question you had pulled back slightly, just enough so Megumi could hear you, but still too hidden by the fur for him to see your face.

“Yeah, sorry...i...i’m just feeling a little emotional that’s all,” you replied softly, voice strained from tears.

If he was a little closer to you he would have deemed it appropriate to hug you, but he knew that the both of you weren’t on that level, yet.

“May i ask why?”

You chuckled, probably at his choice of words. That was okay, though, it seemed to cheer you up a little.

“Just haven’t been feeling all too great, missing my family a little bit,” you muttered, one hand reaching out to pat the head of the dog lying on your lap as you kissed the top of the white dog’s head.

Megumi hummed, encouraging you to continue talking. He wanted to know what made you feel this way and preferably how to make you feel better, if you’d only let him.

“I...you know dogs, when you pet them you release all these happy hormones? Like serotonin, oxytocin and prolactin. It calms you down, that why dogs are often used as emotional support animals, too,” you explained in a quiet voice, unusually shy about what you were saying.

Megumi couldn’t figure out why.

“I didn’t know that,” he admitted, because he hadn’t.

He never had a dog, an actual one, or known anyone with a dog and although the divine dogs may appear similar to the animal, they weren’t real dogs, either.

“Yeah...i know it’s not really the same but i thought maybe your dogs would have a similar effect and petting them would make me feel better,” you continued, before hastily adding, “I’m sorry, i am totally exploiting you for selfish reasons.”

Megumi couldn’t help but shake his head at your remark, partly fond of how you were concerned about him, partly confused why’d you even come to that conclusion.

“I am happy that I can help you feel better, if only through my ability to summon the divine dogs.”

That was the first time you turned to look at him since you’d stepped into his room and the smile you were giving him was absolutely blinding. Your red eyes seemed to sparkle at his comment, too.

“You’re too kind, Megumi.”

He returned your smile, hoping it was just partly as reassuring as yours was.

The both of you sat in silence, Megumi racked his brain for a way to distract you even more from thoughts of homesickness and cheer you up but his mind came back blank.

He wasn’t really the best when it came to ted talks, Itadori would have been a much better candidate for that, or Gojou sensei, who was specialised at distracting others with his silliness. If only he were a little more competent in one of those areas.

“I think they like you.”

He didn’t know why he had said it, it was just the first thing to come to his mind.

You looked up in surprise, the white dog nudging you into your side when your hand stopped moving though its fur. Your eyes fell down at it in confusion and then a wide smile broke out on your face.

It was beautiful. Blinding.

“You think so?” you ask happily, turning back to look at him for a second, before resuming to pat the dog in your lap.

Megumi watched, smiling softly at the exchange.

“Yeah.”

You hummed in content.

Maybe he wasn’t too bad at it, judging by your lightened up features and the soft upwards curve of your move as you continued coddling his dogs.

Anyway, if you asked him, he’d summon the divine dogs for you anytime if that gave him an excuse to have you around more.

[rivers-rambles21]

The one with the marathon

Part 7 of The one where Bucky has a cute neigbour series!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader (f)

Summary | Reader and Bucky become friends after he saves her from  a creep in their apartment building. Each chapter explores a different  point in their friendship - very slow burn!

Warnings | 18+ only, Smut in later chapters (this is a slow burn), swearing, unprotected sex, oral sex, (later chapters)

Mentions of PMS in this chapter! I’ve also given Y/N a couple of interests to add a bit more to the story to help it progress

Will include elements of TFATWS in later chapters

Chapter 7 |Chapter 6 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 1 | Masterlist

You’d been doing your best to dodge Bucky as soon as you felt your body's usual symptoms start to develop. It started as it always did with feeling bloated before the short temperedness set in. Bucky was sweet and kind and he didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of your temper so you opted out of your usual Friday night pizza with him, giving the excuse of being called into work which he accepted with disappointment. 

Saturday morning came and as usual, painkillers did nothing to soothe the ache in your lower gut. Traipsing into your kitchen, you filled the kettle up with water before putting it on the hob and started to root around for your hot water bottle whilst you waited for the water to boil. 

A knock on your door interrupted your hunt and rather reluctantly, you made your way over to the door, unbothered by your sleepwear attire. 

Swinging the door open, you instantly regretted not ignoring it. 

“Hey doll” 

It was upsetting seeing Bucky look so good on a morning when you felt so rotten. Even worse, you were fully aware of how you currently looked - unbrushed hair, no make up and Bucky’s t-shirt which only just covered the tops of your thighs. Self consciously, you eased the door closed a little bit and shielded your body from view. 

“Hi Bucky, what’s up?” You asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. 

“Can I come in?” He asked, tilting his head to the side as he tried to catch more of a glimpse of you. 

“Now’s not a great time…” You grumbled, feeling guilty as you saw the smile drop from his face. 

“Are you avoiding me?” The words rushed out of his mouth before he had time to stop them. 

Taken aback by his forwardness, you paused for a moment, your jaw opening and closing as you didn’t quite know how to respond. “I’m sorry, you don’t owe me an explanation. It’s just I heard you in your apartment last night crying but you said you were at work and I was worried-” 

He started to ramble as he panicked he’d overstepped the mark so you swiftly cut him off. “Don’t be, you’re right, I have been avoiding you.” 

“....oh” Bucky's eyes shot down to the floor as he nodded his head. Your admission cut deep and every insecurity Bucky felt rushed to the surface as he processed your words. “I thought-” he started but not quite knowing how to finish his sentence.

You cursed your inability to think before speaking as you reached out towards him, no longer caring about your appearance as you took his metal hand in yours. “It’s nothing you did, I’m just not myself at the moment, I’m not exactly great to be around when it's my time” You emphasised the last bit, hoping he’d get the hint without having to spell it out. 

You were wrong. 

Bucky lifted his head and looked back at you, confusion etched across his handsome features. “You’ve lost me” 

“Remember how you got that scar on the back of your head?” 

“Yeah my sister threw a book at me” 

“Uhuh, and do you remember why she did that?” 

“I ate the biscuits she saved for when she- oh!” It suddenly hit Bucky as to what you’d been hinting at and suddenly he felt like the world’s biggest idiot. 

“Safe to say me and your sister have the monthly mood swings in common” You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Well...um… if you need me, you know where I am” 

“Thanks Buck” You smiled up at him and tried not to swoon on the spot as he leant towards you, his lips pressing against your forehead, gently kissing you as he cradled the back of your head with his hand. 

His thumb stroked the back of your neck as his lips left your skin, sending shivers down your spine. 

“I’m sorry for avoiding you, I thought I was saving you” 

“Trust me, I’ve survived worse” He joked, tucking one of your many stray hairs behind your ear. It suddenly dawned on you what your current state of attire was and you hastily tried to flatten your hair and pull the t-shirt down to cover more of your bare legs. 

Bucky tried his best to avert his eyes from your state of undress, not having taking note of how you donned his t-shirt beforehand, too focused on your wellbeing but he found himself failing miserably. You were too cute with your bed head hair sticking up in random places and slightly dark eyes where you’d not completely removed yesterday's mascara. And then there was his t-shirt. Fuck - he’d nearly lost it when you’d warn it the night you’d gotten locked out of your apartment but thankfully your legs were covered. But now? It was driving him mad seeing inch upon inch of bare skin, his t-shirt barely covering your underwear. He wanted nothing more than to shove you against the wall and run his hands over your impossibly soft skin. 

The sound of your kettle boiling over snapped him out of it and he watched as you darted over to the kitchen, leaving him standing in the doorway, facing away from you as he was positive he’d be able to see your ass as you walked. 

“I’ll come back doll” 

Before you had a chance to respond, he’d already closed your door behind him. 

Hastily, you made up your hot water bottle and quickly jumped into the shower, unsure as to when he would return. 

Half an hour later, Bucky was back at your door, grocery bag in hand. “I’ve brought you a few things for... y’know.” 

Opening your door wide for him, you chuckled at his awkwardness and gestured for him to come in. “You really didn’t need to-are those Peanut Buttercups?!” Rushing towards him you grabbed the bag out of his hands and began rummaging through his purchases. 

Laughing at your response he left you to it as he hung up his jacket next to yours as he usually did and took up his spot on your couch. 

“I remember what Rebecca was like and figured you might appreciate a bit of sugar.” 

You could only moan in response as you devoured your chocolate treat. Grabbing your hot water bottle from the side table, you made your way over to the couch and sank into the seat next to Bucky, resting your head against his shoulder. 

“Any plans for today?” You asked, holding up the last bite of your candy bar. 

“Nope” Leaning forward, he took the chocolate from you using his teeth as he finished it off.

“Then you’re in for a treat” You sunk deeper into the sofa as he lifted his arm up, resting it along the top of the couch cushion, letting you lean further into him. Bucky also took the opportunity to pull the blanket from the couch down onto you, tucking you into his side. 

To say Bucky was excited when you told him there were sequels to The Hobbit would be an understatement. For him to then find out they were turned into movies was almost too much.

He was in heaven. He was watching Middle Earth come to life, just how he imagined it would be whilst cuddled up against his favourite girl. 

He wished it could be like this all the time, when he was with you the memories of who he was before subsided, along with all the guilt and shame. Even when he was in Wakanda, he hadn’t dared to dream of having any sort of normal life, he’d accepted it just wasn’t on the cards for him. That he’d always be alone. 

When Steve left, that only solidified his belief that he was destined to be alone. Part of him was okay with that, this way he wouldn’t hurt anyone ever again. But the other part of him, the part that even Hydra couldn’t wipe out, longed for a companion, whether it be platonic or romantic.

Finding you was a miracle. You were so carefree, so honest, open and kind. You put up with his old fashioned ways, you didn’t make fun of his odd quirks or question why sometimes he needed to just be on his own. You both also had a lot in common, you both enjoyed modern technology and sciences and often found yourselves watching documentaries and educational pieces on TV together. Bucky was also delighted to learn you were obsessed with motorcycles and was planning a road trip for you both for when you next had some time off work - a surprise he was having a hard time hiding from you. 

Half way through the first film he felt you nodding off, having come down from the sudden sugar intake. Pulling you tighter against him, he kissed your head and lowered the volume on the TV, not wanting to wake you. 

As the second film started, you stirred awake, the cramps returning with a vengeance. As you opened your eyes you realised you’d snuggled into Bucky, nuzzling into his chest, leaving a small amount of drool on his black t-shirt. Jolting backwards, you hastily wiped your mouth and tore yourself from his arms in embarrassment. 

Bucky’s eyes hadn’t strayed from the TV as he remained completely emerged in Middle Earth. 

“Sorry I didn’t realise-”

He quickly shushed you as he continued watching the film. However he did miss your warmth and spread his arms wide, inviting you back into your previous position. “C’mere” 

Trying not to read too much into it, you smiled and sank back into his arms, sighing as they wrapped around you, his right hand resting over your stomach, soothing your cramps. 

It was well into the night when you finished your movie marathon, both of you enjoying every minute. You knew friends didn’t cuddle - not like this. They didn’t make your heart race like Bucky did. They didn’t make butterflies erupt in your stomach every time they so much as looked at you. 

You were in trouble.