#imagine tiny venting because you're stupid

[nicolefirekitty]

i love my friends but i am one of the most oblivious, densest motherfuckers i know and will not notice entire conversations

[carrymelikeimcute]

I'm in my feels again so lets talk about Izzy Hands and violence.

I read a novel ages ago, where an older guy takes a young orphan boy under his wing and teaches him a trade - it's medieval times and said boy becomes a young adult and wants a sword, but his pseudo-father/boss/friend tells him he can't have one, because if he has one, he'll draw it and if he draws it, he could be killed. The safest thing is, paradoxically, to carry no weapons. To learn control of one's temper and control over your surroundings.

The scenes of Izzy and Stede in ep.7 at Jackie's reminded me of that novel.

Obviously Izzy has weapons, tends to put his hand on his sword during arguments and we do see him fighting and killing people. HOWEVER, I think it's really interesting that, given how often we talk about Izzy being repressed (emotionally/sexually/gender-ly) and how controlled he attempts to be, we don't often talk about his controlled approach to violence.

A lot of fic characterises him as someone who is hot tempered and violent, but looking at s1 with fresh eyes, between him and Ed, he's definitely not just the cooler head when it comes to instigating violence, but the one who takes less interest in violence for its own sake as a performance - e.g. Ed's very creative instructions with the tiny fork, the toe thing etc vs Izzy just stabbing Stede. It's a means to an end.

Don't think I'm not saying he has a fucking temper and a half, because he obviously does, but that seems to mostly be vented non-violently through yelling - not yelling at strangers either, but at people he knows and can (usually) judge where the line is.

Until he puts a toe over that line and...oops.

On first meeting Stede, Izzy cuts up his shirt without actually hurting him. It's a threat, but he hasn't drawn blood, hasn't started anything violent...yet. It's almost a display intended to dissuade actual fighting, by showing your potential opponent that they're probably going to lose.

I think one of the reasons Izzy's so annoyed about their losses in the battle with the Spanish is that it's not their fight. They didn't get anything from it - it was pointless (to him, not to Ed obvs). He wants to avoid facing the Spanish again in the following episode, because they stand to lose more than they will gain.

Even when he's actively calling for Ed to kill Stede, he isn't fussy about how. (And he uses manipulation to keep his hands clean - something he does again when selling Ed out to the navy.) Stede needs to be gone, and this is the easiest way to do that. And when he does finally lose it he doesn't just attack Stede without warning - it's within the controlled setting of a duel, which, when Stede starts improvising, breaks down Izzy's control and leads to him becoming emotional, making a mistake and getting his sword broken.

In s2 the pointlessness of the raids is obviously getting to him, disrupting a wedding for no real gain. Losing Ivan for nothing. I don't think the violence is what bothers him, he's a very active participant, but the fact that it's not for anything - it's not enough of a reward in and of itself. (It's like not really caring one way or the other about being a barista, it's just what you do and it's fine, but then suddenly you're not being paid and also your boss keeps burning you with the steam wand on purpose and you just sort of wish you could just get on with your job and make rent like before.)

S1 Izzy seems to lack the whimsy and imagination that Ed/Stede bring to piracy and to violence, but that doesn't make him stupid. They're playing some kind of made-up game that only they know the rules for, and he's trying to play chess with everyone, even when the rules are only a burden to him.

When we see him training, he's being a dramatic candlelit bitch, but he's also measuring his movements, focusing intently and not just hacking away at everything. Even the candles are interesting to me in this context - we see him playing with candles several times in S1/2 and while yes, there is a certain amount of 'Izzy likes pain' in there to unpick, it's also kind of a metaphor for control - fire is one of the most dangerous things to have on a 'wooden vessel' but a candle is like a tiny pet fire that you control - so long as you're careful and respectful. It's all about risk management, respecting dangerous forces and being aware.

When Stede kills Ned, Izzy looks impressed, even seems to smile for a second, but then he looks more subdued and tells Ed that the first kill is a head-fuck. It's like he's proud of Stede being ABLE to kill, but regretful that Stede CHOSE to kill in a situation where it wasn't necessary at all.

I don't think for a moment that Izzy regrets killing most of the people he kills as part of pirate life, but I think he would regret killing someone he didn't have to. Most people wouldn't want to carry that around with them.

We see in ep7. that Izzy is well respected at Jackie's. He tells bigger guys than him to fuck off and just takes people's chairs. He gets called 'Mr. Hands' instead of by his first name. There's a lot of respect there and I think some of it comes from his reputation with Ed, but also, from people knowing that he's not insane - he can be treated respectfully and everything will be fine for all involved. He's not some menace that's going to stab you as likely as pat you on the back.

For all that people are afraid of Blackbeard (and maybe slightly in awe of Stede as of the Ned thing) for their unpredictable natures and occasional violent outbursts, people are still attacking them or pandering to them, actual respect is something else entirely.

Later, Izzy doesn't pull a weapon and tries to discourage Stede from doing so, even tries to get him to leave to prevent a fight from starting. In the fight, he smashes a stool over someone and doesn't just start killing people - it's an appropriate level of violence for the situation, not an escalation.

It feels like Izzy is very much in that place of controlling himself, being aware and knowing when and how to use force practically, proportionally and effectively. This might be age related, but it's also a big part of his personality. I think that's also why he looks impressed by what Zheng does to Steak Knife (rip) because it's so precise, bloodless and quick. She's basically the best captain for him - she's efficient and controlled.

It's easy to confuse 'is willing to kill' with 'is eager to kill'. I don't think Izzy necessarily loathes that part of his job, he seems ambivalent, but it is still a job to him. It's what pirates do, much as the crew of the Revenge do still kill people, it's just part of their life and not some kind of performance or fun activity. It's work, and it's hard and it's unpleasant and if something can be done an easier way - a smarter way - then that's probably the best way.

[brytnoter]

When you've been looking at a piece of writing for so long that you're not sure it makes sense any more.

I've just dropped it into the middle of the action, so ..... my question is does it make sense?

direct and descriptive descriptions of SEX … therefore,

minors dni

Title: You Got Caught Summary: I've read many a Starscream x Reader fic where there is a moment of panic that your secret fling will get found out, but not nearly enough Actually Getting Found Out

The fic:

(this space reserved for a possible additional intro paragraph in case 90% of people who read this come back with "wow what's with the jarring start? i don't understand att all what's going on here")

Covering your face from humiliation, you begged again. "Soundwave, please, we get the point!"

Beside you, Starscream sputtered and stammered, trying to form a sentence. It wasn't always possible to tell what he was thinking, but sometimes you could. You wanted to look, you really, really wanted to look at him, but you weren't ready to come out from behind your hands yet.

You heard him sigh in defeat and announce dramatically, "All right, you figured it out.

The fool is in love with me."

---and all at once your head filled up with racing thoughts. Soundwave had stopped playing the audio (presumably only because Megatron had nodded to him) and you weren't sure how long the recording was. So that …part… a few minutes after, when you had finished and Starscream had finished, did not play, that point in time when Starscream had released from out of himself three things:

1, a whole load of fluid from his spike in and around a certain orifice of yours;

2, a ferocious and desperate scream that made you wonder if that's how he got his nickname "screamer";

and 3, after a couple of seconds, and when he flopped onto his back venting heavily, a hoarse and unrestrained "I love you"

///"the fool is in love with me" Yes, you were, and he said that he was in love with you, but now you were doubting that.

He was saying a lot of other things in his monologue to Megatron while you were off in memory land. The unnatural pausing and tripping over his words, however, flipped your overthinking brain upside down. Did anyone else notice the tiny little pause before he said "Lord Megatron", the way he did whenever he lied? Were you imagining things? But he was bringing stories out of him so quickly that there was no way he could be inventing them on the spot…

Whatever the case, he was clearly flustered from hearing the recording, underneath all his words. At least you were having this little Moment together and he was just as horrified as you were right now. You decided that it didn't matter to you whether he was telling lies or the truth, because you were both, in that moment, wanting a hole to open up beneath you and to fall from the orbiting Nemesis, and burn up into unuseable scrap on the way down to that stupid earth planet.

The aformentioned monologue went like this:

"The fool is in love with me! So, I thought, what's the harm in taking advantage of that and using a little POSITIVE REINFORCEMENT to get them to join our cause - your cause. But now you've revealed it, so not only is it not going to work any more, but we are going to be prevented from all future manipulation attempts because of this little secret-reveal party!"

Your hands had left your face and you were now staring directly at the seeker beside you, who was pointing at you but not looking at you.

The betrayal hit you hard, but somehow you wanted to kiss him as much as you wanted to smack him. But you forced it to stay inside, because you weren't sure which one would happen and anyway you didn't want to do anything, not with Megatron watching you both with such intensity.

was this a test? if so, who was he testing? was it a contest between you and strarscream, with one winner and one loser? starscream certainly seemed to think so, or was he just desperate not to lose against megatron as always

He managed to calm down from near hyperventilation and dismissively waved away the topic with his hand.

"Am I dismissed now, Lord Megatron? There are things I've been working on, plans that haven't been ruined, that require my attention."

Having been silent this whole time, Megatron suddenly boomed, "Your attention goes where I say it goes!" his meaning carrying the weight of a table being flipped with no warning.

And your will to shoot starscream went away when you saw him get physically smaller as he squeaked his reply. ("Of course, my liege") and chuckled, but not a happy chuckle.

(the end of the idea, but not of the chapter)

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Partially a vent, but also definitely wouldn't mind advice

Nickname: daylily

Tw SA, CSA, sexual harassment and emotional abuse mentions, implied physical abuse (very, very very few details)

I feel really...confused, about why I reacted so strongly to the things that have happened in my life while people who've had similar experiences just kind of...don't seem to care. I've been sexually abused for most of my life from early childhood on, in various ways with varying levels of contact or frequency at different times, and had a lot of...not so great sexual experiences as an adult as well. I guess some of it is kind of my fault for being so stupid about red flags or for attention seeking in the case of harassment, since if I'd dressed differently or in earlier cases just stopped answering the phone it might not have happened, but that's not really the point. Basically, my wife has had some similar experiences (some brief instances of harassment, a relationship with someone too old for her as a teen - a long distance thing but still) and she doesn't seem to care at all, or even view those things as negative experiences, and I guess my question is just...why did I end up so heavily affected by that experiences when she's had bad things happen too and is pretty much fine. Even with the physical violence and emotional abuse we've both encountered as kids and as adults, which especially as kids was definitely worse for her, she barely seems affected by while I'm a mess because of all of it. Am I just weak? It's there something wrong with my brain? I'd say she had more of a support system, and maybe that's a tiny bit true, but neither of had much support, especially growing up, so what's wrong? Why did we react so differently and why can't I be strong and normal like her?

Hi daylily,

I'm so sorry about what you went through.

The way I see you describing your own experiences is reminiscent of internalized victim-blaming. I hear you saying you believe it's your fault for not acknowledging red flags, dressing a certain way, or even answering the phone. But please consider that there is nothing you could've done to deserve what happened. Nobody deserves to be abused. The only person whose fault it is, is the person who perpetrated the abuse in the first place.

Sometimes it helps to dispel internalized victim-blaming by thinking about your situation vicariously. Imagine that someone tells you they've been sexually abused for several years and in various ways, and they admit that they believe they're to blame for it because of how they dressed, or that they picked up the phone, or that they ignored red flags. Would you agree? No? Well that person is you.

As someone who has also battled with internalized victim-blaming during my healing journey, I know that you might feel that somehow your situation is different in the sense that while a stranger may not deserve it, you still believe you did deserve it. But consider that you are just as much of a trauma survivor as any other. You are valid.

Along with internalized victim-blaming, I hear you saying that you feel that your wife is "strong and normal" and while I don't necessarily disagree, It's worth exploring what those words really mean to you, especially in relation to yourself. Just because you may be more traumatized than someone else doesn't make you weak. Despite the fact you have a lot you're actively working through, processing, and struggling with, you're still here and still fighting, and that's strength.

I also just want to talk about this idea of "normal" because this is a thing that I see many other trauma survivors talking about. Just because you may be struggling more than your wife doesn't mean you're not "normal", and just because your wife seems to be fairing better doesn't necessarily mean she is "normal" either. While "normal" may mean "not traumatized", it can also be normal to have trauma of some kind. One of the most important things, though, is that we as trauma survivors tend to believe our lives are forever derailed by our trauma, when in reality it is possible to create a new normal.

The thing about trauma is that it's not defined by what happened, it's defined by how we've psychologically responded to it. Just because someone else seemingly wasn't affected by something you felt traumatized by doesn't mean you have no reason to be traumatized. There are many different factors that impact our resilience - our ability to cope with traumatic events - such as genes, the environment we were raised in, support systems, chemical balances in the brain, and several other factors.

When it comes to trauma recovery it is paramount not to compare your experience to others'. You may realize that comparing your experience to your wife's makes yours feel insignificant, and that's not conducive to healing. By separating your experience from your wife's and recognizing that everyone processes what happened to them uniquely and that how someone else is dealing with it doesn't reflect on you in any way, then you can begin to acknowledge your own pain and work through it.

Just because someone doesn't feel traumatized by something doesn't mean you shouldn't either. As long as you feel traumatized by it then you have every right to call your experience trauma, and you have every right to feel however you do about what happened.

You are allowed to be traumatized by what happened to you.

I hope I could help. Please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[i-cant-sing]

What would the whole situation be if President Kai adopted a baby/todler reader? Like, his PR team were like "You need to appeal more to the public". And the fact that he's a single parent appeals to the women because it's ✨ vulnerability ✨ but it also appeals to the men because he is still a ✨man✨.

Ps. Love your work, though take a break when you feel a little burned out 💕💕💕💕

Yandere President Kai Chisaki x baby reader

Okay, it doesn't matter what age the reader is, Kai is definitely getting proposals left and right, from both men and women, all because 1. they wanna be the other paren to reader. 2. Kai is kinda hot to them.

But lets talk about baby reader with President Kai okay?

President Kai walks around with reader in a baby carrier. Sure, initially it was to appeal the public, but now he's become too attached to you. Like he does not care where he's going, you're coming along with him. He even takes you to the meetings where he's discussing about nukes with military, all while you're dressed in a bear onesie, your hood up as you watch him with wide eyes, listening to him talk.

President Kai is like super protective and possessive of you, so he's very paranoid about who to let you be around. He does background checks on everyone, and after several tests, he finally had a team for baby reader. The Secret Service, the nanny/personal assistant is Miruko, and they are responsible for your health and raising you. If anything happens to you, Kai will have their heads.

Kai is almost always wearing his custom tailored suits, so you can imagine how he looks not only super dapper, but also quite adorable when he's carrying you around on his hip, all while he's talking to someone on the phone. He looks down at you and he sees you babbling on your toy phone, and when you noticed him looking at you, you'd push your own phone to him, wanting him to talk to your phone too. Obviously, Kai would play along.

Okay but like Kai never, and I mean, NEVER, baby talks to you. No, he talks to you like you're an adult. He knows you don't understand what he's saying, but he likes to pretend you do. Like he'd be feeding you the bottle and vent to you like. "You won't believe how stupid the senator is, thinking that he could hide his taxes from the IRS. Hari was being an idiot too, saying that its time for you to have another parent so that I could focus on work. I can perfectly balance the two."

The presidential photographer is constantly taking pictures of you and Kai, and they're all so adorable. Like Kai is playing with you in your room, or maybe he's rocking you to sleep, or simply making talking about his day when he's feeding you. Of course, the pictures are posted onto all the official socials of the President and people are just melting over how adorable he is.

Loves the way how you hide into his jacket or bury yourself into his chest when you're scared. He has to pet your hair for a couple of minutes, softly coaxing you tell him what's wrong.

Once you learn to walk, Kai still wants you close to him, so he holds your tiny hand with his as you waddle around the house, humming in disapproval when you try to skip down the stairs. He's quick to pick you up, not wanting to risk you falling down and cracking your skull open.

Kai loves it when he's working in his office, and then all of a sudden, he sees a little ponytails bobbing around his desk or the doorway. Sighing, he loudly wonders "Oh I wonder where Y/n is?" Smiling a little when he hears your mischievous giggle. He rolls his eyes and stands up, gasping when you jump in front of him with a little "Boo!" before running away. Only for you to return a couple of minutes later with twinkling eyes. "Did I scare you, dad? Did I scare you?" Kai always says yes.

When time comes for you to go to school, Kai is more anxious than you about your first day. The media had a field day when Kai and the whole president's motorcade came to drop you off to school. On one hand, you're super excited and looking around with curiosity and giddiness. And on the other hand, we have Kai, who's looking around with distress, trying to see who is a threat to you. He's holding you in his arms, and you're wriggling in his grip, wanting to be put that down so that you can explore and befriend all these strangers. He doesn't want to let go, but its been 15 minutes since your first class has started, and Kai has you sitting in his lap, asking for the tenth time if you're gonna be okay alone for the next couple of hours, to tell the teacher to call him immediately if you feel sick, to say the word and they'll go home right now, but no, you saw so many other kids and you're so eager to learn. Kai couldn't focus on his work the whole time you were at school, wondering how you're doing, but at least the Secret Service is there to keep you safe.

When you return from school, you continue to tell him about your day and how you made so many new friends there, and how you love it there. Kai feels a little defeated that you liked going there because he was honestly planning to homeschool you, and if it wasn't for the public viewing you and Kai like hawks, he would've homeschooled you.

President Kai who everyone thinks looks mean af and is mean af, but he has this unusual softness in his eyes when he looks at you, and only the people closest to him know how you've wrapped him around your finger.

I can see Kai definitely taking you out on daddy-daughter dates, and for some reason, I can see the reader being a girly-girl, like the kind who is obsessed with pink and princesses and all. He definitely has had his fair share of tea parties with you, but at least he showed you the proper way to make tea. And yes, he did wear a princess crown.

Tries to keep the fact that you're adopted for as long as he can. Strictly forbids anyone to not even let you doubt that you're not related to him by blood. Miruko and the Secret Service are pretty good at keeping the others in line.

I know President Kai has a picture of you and him from the first day he met you in his wallet. You were still a year old when he got you and you were smiling in the picture while Kai had a serious face. With time though, as you began to grow up, more pictures began to decorate the house. And each time, Kai's eyes were more affectionate, and his smile was more real. He really did love you, more than anything in the world.

[writingandmore]

Hi!!! May I get a HP, Star Wars, Voltron, and Disney matchup?

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦 + 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

19, Libra, Neutral Good, enneagram is 4w5, muggleborn Ravenclaw (with Gryffindor tendencies), and my patronus spirit is Hummingbird. Biromantic Pansexual Genderfluid woman using pronouns of She/Her or He/Him. Cherubic-like face, with short height (5'1") plus sized Southeast Asian woman with Spanish descent that has chic messy/wavy brunette medium hair that reaches to my shoulder, oriental skin, slightly upturned eyes, small lashes, chocolate brown irises, cute flat nose, heart shaped face, full cheeks, cupid's bow lips, a small beauty mark on the forehead, and naturally straight teeth with tiny gap in front (just imagine that it's a mixture of Marinette from 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴, Musa from 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘅 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯, and Alexandra Trese from 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲---cause' my friend told me that I kinda look like them). My sense of fashion is in between emo and boyish plus korean glam, I sometimes let my hair down or styled like Lara Croft reboot.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

Distant, quiet, and timid at first making people thought I'm a demure, modest, and self-effacing that looks "immaculate" or "one of a kind" (due to my protective mom, a reason why I've never been in a relationship) but the truth is, dunno how to initiate a conversation, but a total opposite if I open up---friendly, ambivert, witty, laughing loudly on a daily basis---like my happiness is too shallow, super talkative, eats a lot (yeah I can finish a huge slice of cake or a meal in one sitting), awkward, daydreamer (I got embarrassed from knocking at the door even I'm inside the classroom 😂), EXTREMELY CLUMSY (mostly gets bruises from hitting, bumping my head somewhere, walking into something on my way, and being careless to my belongings), secretly likes affection, easily overwhelmed, prone to melt over wholesomeness, flusters on compliments, lightly blushes on cheesy banters, eager to share what I know (especially about Catholic Church---my past teacher joked that I'll become a saint because of it 🤣), oftenly speaks full of sarcasm with a lowkey crackhead energy citing meme references, and talented girl who can be your no.1 supporter and unashamed to be true to myself but can be awkward to strangers. In terms of leadership, I only educate and guide than being a prefect (I might take the role seriously), will lift my group when there's lacking/incompleteness. About doing projects in school, I become too extra and prepared for efforts, but I'll forget the process in the end.

The extent, I'm expressive, warm-hearted, willig to help, kind, intelligent, supportive, nice, creative, enthusiastic, laid-back, determined, tough, competitive, and feisty outside, but a real softie that can be childish and dramatic that cries so easily (but will enlightened real quick by smallest things that makes me smile) filled with doubts, frustrations, and insecurities with fear of failure that pushes off the limits to to please everyone because they might get dissappointed from expectations---I simply can't stop proving myself too much because I'm a survivor of bullying. But I still managed to be stronger than ever after I stumbled, even it's a slow burn process. I can be blunt, intimidating, harsh, and a douchebag if I receive ends or I got interrupted while doing something. Immature, headstrong, perfectionist, demanding, hesitant, jumpy, forgetful, overthinker, quick-tempered, sensitive, and anxious (no joke, my nervousness makes me think worse scenario will arrive). Though can be procrastinator and arrogant, I raised as a religious 𝖺𝗇𝖽 diplomatic youth, willing to fight what I believe (including my dreams and what's important to me) and what is right. In addition, I have a habit of staying up late and doing sign of the cross to ease nervousness.

Rowdy and feeling-brokenhearted and bitter friend in the group who fangirl a lot, swears like sailor, will call out on people that we loathe, will make fun of your stupidity (in a good way) before helping, and bring gossips, but a hopeless romantic and cheeky (makes banter with sarcasms or pick up lines as an endearment, but gets annoyed if I received sappy or offensive one), Still generous and concerned person in a subtle and different way.

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦

My hobbies are singing, drawing, roleplaying, listening to music, chatting/browsing on social media, conceptualizing, writing, and reading some stuffs. I'll include making corniest jokes/puns, sleeping, and dancing when nobody's around or walking like a model if I feel so bold (even I'm terrible at both xD). I also used to learn Italian language a bit.

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Loves kittens, milk tea, singing at the karaoke, cartoons, iced coffee, memes, cute things, watching YouTube videos (mostly pageants, ASMR, edit audios, and mukbangs), also enjoys playing games on my sister's PSP. Sucker for arts, choir, poetry, night sky, makeup, fun/deep/dumb conversations, Christianity, documentaries (about saints, real crime stories, and inspirational people), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and creative writing, chilling both indoors and outdoors. Beside that, my music taste are like late 90s-2000s songs (mostly rock, pop, and country) sometimes Catholic songs, kpop and ppop, chocoholic, and a sweetooth as well.

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Things that I hate are stereotyping, HUGE creepy crawlies (spiders, toads, snakes, and cockroaches), firecracker sounds, thunder and lightning, being left out, loneliness, heart break, blackout, and judgemental people. If I found out that someone hates or backstabbing or being rude to me, I won't hesitate to throw offensive criticisms, leaving them with a "I don't give a f" attitude. One random fact about me is, I 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 vent out EVERYTHING I despise in my entire existence---from bad soap operas to toxicity, worse scenarios in real life, and how terrible is my love life from unrequited feelings that I got, because it's a big deal for me, and I consider forcing me to do what I'm not into and manipulating me as my major pet peeves.

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦

In terms of triggers...I only have two which are ta𝖨king about divorce/annullment/separation because I came from a generational broken family (it sucks that some people I knew assumed that the reason why I'm overly unaware that someone is interested in me in secret, is I have "high standards" looking for a partner, but the truth is I'm strict and I have a personal preferences...I know my worth and I don't want settle for less!) and religion/beliefs discrimination, cause' there are reasonings that doesn't makes sense because some, sounds too hypocritical, like as if you're a morally good person.

𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 + 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗦

My love languages are quality time and gift giving, but I actually swoon over physical touch (especially cuddles and cute kisses) and words of affirmation when it comes to having a partner, though I get attracted so easily, matured but can be a goofy person who's nice, friendly, kind-hearted, loving, faithful, and excels in academics is my cup of tea. Whenever I have a real life crush (which is rare), I act the same but deep inside, my heart is about to explode and will eventually share to my trustful friends how I highly admire that person, however if they spilled the beans out, I'll obviously deny it and will cry if they like someone else, it will take some time for me to move on, now I don't care for them anymore.

Best Friends to Lovers is my ideal trope because I find it very cute since you already knew each other before dating (which happened to my 2nd cousin, she married her best friend!)---perfect balance for romance, laughters, comfort, and tears when it comes to sharing your vibes, being there through thick and thin, safe with embraces, and helping each other to grow.

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗔𝗦

My best assets are smile, eyes, personality, singing voice, artistic skills, writings, intelligence, oratorical skills and I have potential in hosting...so I can consider myself as a singer, artist, orator, speaker, and a top student who's a former active campus ministry member with three roles (choir leader, psalm singer, and reader).

May sounds different but I'm passionate for helping people through my talents and sharing my story to inspire everyone. I may look selfish, but I have a different way on how I show that I actually care also I have a biased sentimental value

Currently a college freshman, learning how to cook. I have so many interests, to the point I don't know what I'm into because of my dreams to become a popular Filipino YouTuber, a novelist, and being part of a successful chorale competing internationally...I also consider joining pageants at school too once the pandemic ends, but maybe.

HP: Remus!

- Remus is also quiet and a bit reserved when he's not in a familiar situation, so your own first impression on him would be a good one, as you'd seem similar to his own personality. He's sweet and is able to start up a conversation if he notices the other person is having a hard time doing so, so hopefully he'd be able to bring out your more extroverted and friendly self after a while so he can be around the more open you. He wouldn't mind you being a bit awkward-he's very much the same way-honestly, the comradery that would come from that would be more positive than anything else. He loves sharing knowledge and learning about new things, so your eagerness to talk about what you know would work really well also! He does a lot better when he knows someone has his back too, so your extra supportive nature would endear him to you as well.

SW: Han!

- Your nicer and more helpful personality would balance out Han's more standoffish vibes when first meeting. You might get on his nerves a bit first, but you'd quickly grown on him and, in turn, make him a bit of a better person. Your ability to be blunt and a bit harsh would serve you well if you ever needed to stand your ground on an issue that two of you have, as he can be quite stubborn.

VLD: Lance!

- Lance can be a bit immature from time to time as well, especially when it comes to trying to be funny or cheering up those around him-he's also headstrong and typically firm in what he wants to do, so your own determined personality would attract him to you a lot as well. He often puts off things he needs to do if they make him anxious too, but if you both recognize that you share that problem, helping each other might be a good solution!

Disney: Flynn!

- Flynn is quite a sarcastic and teasing person, so your own humor would match well with his. He's also quite a hopeless romantic as well, even though he's certainly not one to admit that right off the bat. He enjoys singing, and as he gets closer to someone he feels more comfortable doing so in front of them, so a partner he's been with for a long time would get to see him be more and more open with it. That also applies to activities like dancing.

[rpd-rookie]

Hi! I saw that you're requests are open so i decided to write mine lol. How about the reader being jealous of Ada Wong because she thinks Leon still has feelings for her? And then Leon confesses to the reader and reassures her he only sees Ada as a friend(at best). Just some angst and fluff basically. Thank you!

There it is. I hope I won’t disappoint. ;-) It’s angst. It’s fluff. You’ve been warned. 

Blue Is His Favourite Colour - Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Sitting there in your blue dress, you were staring at the woman in red in front of you, scrutinizing her with - what you hoped - was an expressionless look as she was calmly drinking a cup of coffee, her legs crossed like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct.   But the truth was, if looks could kill then the one you were giving right now would be the deadliest. You were not only looking daggers at her. No you were looking an entire arsenal right now (rocket launcher included), feeling an intense jealousy eating you up more and more with each second passing in her presence.     But that didn’t make Ada Wong drop her serene demeanour nor her over-confidence.

“That’s a good coffee.” You frowned at her sultry voice that was nothing else than her usual voice, you were sure of it. After all, that woman was oozing so much sexiness it was making you sick. “But I guess you didn’t pretend to be Leon to just chitchat with me around an espresso.”           “What’s going on between you and Leon?” She smiled and placed her cup on the coffee table before her, fixing her beautiful almond-shaped black eyes on you.     A scoff escaped her lips showing how amusing this situation was for her. But you wisely chose to ignore it. The woman in front of you was the kind that loved playing games. It didn’t take a genius to see it. It was part of her femme fatale persona. “You look way younger than I imagined. Guess that explains your insecurity.” You gritted your teeth at her commentary, probably because she was somewhat right. But the thing annoyed you the most was that she knew about you which meant Leon had talked to her about you. “And you look way older than what I imagined. Guess that explains the stripper dress.” You scornfully eyed at the short tight red dress she was wearing and that fitted her like a glove, not sure that this was appropriate for an afternoon coffee with a friend (which was the reason you had found to make her come here when you had texted her last week, pretending to be Leon). “That being said, you don’t answer my damn question.” “Ouch.” She grinned, not an ounce hurt by your words, before she eventually slouched a bit into the couch, knowing that you would not let her live your place without answers. You slightly glared. Even her lazy drooping posture was attractive. That was enraging. But despite your uncontrollable contempt for the woman, there was a part of you that couldn’t help but silently admit she was a very beautiful woman and that secretly wished you would look like that yourself. Even just a tiny bit. After all, you two couldn’t be more different.

Ada was the woman of all men’s dreams. Sexy, confident, mysterious. The type of girl that used to overshadow you in high school and definitely the type of woman that could outshine you even today. Who were you, wearing that baby blue dress, in front of that bombshell in a red dress? No wonder Leon had a thing for her. Cause he had, right?

“What do you want to know?” Ada asked. Finally, someone ready to talk and not treating you like a paranoid.             “The truth.” That was simple as that.       You were tired of Leon’s secrets. You were tired of him not telling you anything whatsoever about the mysterious Ada whose name was written on the silver compact powder you had accidently found in the drawer of his night stand one night when you were simply looking for a condom. But most of all, you were tired of fighting with him each time you were trying to put a conversation about her on the table.           “That might take a while. We have a lot of history. It goes back to Raccoon City.” You nodded, that sentence not coming as a surprise but tugging at your heartstrings nevertheless. Of course they had history. Had she been a one-night stand or just a simple ex-girlfriend, Leon would have never eluded all your questions about her. He would have talked about her as freely as he had talked about his previous girlfriends.     “But I strongly believe Leon would tell it better than I would. You should ask him.”

You were not stupid. You knew she wanted to hear you say it. You knew she wanted the ‘He doesn’t trust me and I don’t trust him’ speech, the crying and everything that went along with it and you were sure as hell not going to give her that satisfaction.           “Look, Y/N. You seem to be a sweet girl - a bit jealous and insecure sure, but sweet. I’m sure you’ll give Leon a flock of blue-eyed baby Kennedys playing in a garden with your golden retriever.”           “Seems like you played that scenario quite a few times in your head actually.” You spat. “I have yes. But I was never playing the role of the brood mare.” You fleered, not liking the comparison at all. But then again, Ada didn’t really exude mother material to you. “Let me guess. You were the homewrecker.”       Ada laughed, enjoying your sass a bit too much than she would have expected. “What I’m saying is that that scenario is what Leon secretly wishes. But that’s not what I wish. We’re different he and I and believe me when I say we both came to realise a long time ago that we would never work. I can’t give him what he wants. We can’t be endgame; despite the feelings we can have for each other … or had, since, judging by the feminine touch of this apartment, you must have definitely been living here for a while.���

Her long monologue barely comforted you. Actually your brain had stopped functioning at the ‘feelings we have for each other’ part. That bit had hurt like hell. Guess looking an entire arsenal at Ada Wong is useless when she has the right dagger to pierce your heart in her perfectly manicured hand.       “You’re wrong. He still has feelings for you. I can feel it in my bones.” You struggled to keep the nascent tears in your eyes, not wanting to look weak, or worse, childish.     “Y/N” Ada sighed and bent over to put a hand on your knee. Her voice was suddenly very compassionate. It surprised you. She was about to say something when the door of the apartment slammed open.

Leon barged in the living room, furious and - to your surprise - not even a bit astonished to see Ada sitting on the couch, meaning he knew that she would be here. “You can’t be serious!” He harrumphed, clearly mad at you and you couldn’t blame him. You had gone behind his back after all. “Alright. I believe it’s my cue. I’ll let you two discuss this among yourselves.” Ada stood up, took her coat and without saying another word headed towards the main door. “Thanks for calling, Ada.” Leon said as he glared at you. Of course she had told him. “Anytime.”

The door shut, leaving you and Leon in the heavy silence of your apartment. You didn’t dare to look at him, dreading to cross his eyes and most importantly fearing the inevitable argument. And right now, given the circumstances, you were certain that this one would make the walls tremble like never before. “Why would you do that, Y/N?” He sounded hurt. Was he trying to make you feel guilty? Because that was working but you didn’t need him to feel guilty right now. “Texting Ada, really? I thought you trusted me.” Those last words made you go through the roof.             “I thought you trusted me.” You repeated, probably louder than intended. “But at least you know how it feels now!”           “I know how what feels? My girlfriend spying on me?” He shouted, mimicking your tone. “That’s overstating things, don’t you think?” That was not the time for sass as Leon made it crystal just by the way he narrowed his eyes and slightly shook his head, showing how exasperated he was. “Then tell me what is it that you’ve done?”   “I went looking for the truth that you were refusing to give me. And guess what? That hurt like a bitch! Do you have any idea how I felt in front that woman?” He threw up his hands in annoyance. “You’re the one who invited her!”     “Yeah but it is your fault. I would have never asked her to come if you had been honest with me. At least, Ada told me what I wanted to know.”             “Oh, and what amazing thing did you learn?” He fixed his eyes on you with a ‘go on, give me your bullshit’ look that you found so irritable.         “Nothing very particular but the part about your ‘long history’ and your ‘feelings’ was more than enough to make me understand I was right all along and that YOU. WERE. LYING.” You pointed your finger at him to accentuate each word. But you weren’t done just yet. You needed to vent a little bit more. “She’s not ‘no one’ or ‘nothing that should concern me’! You have feelings for her.”         “ You got to be kidding me! How can you think that?”   “ Oh easy. A) we don’t keep a girl’s compact in a night stand if she means nothing.” Leon rolled his eyes, not believing you were mentioning that stupid compact again. “Here it goes again.”         “ And b) …” You weren’t even able to finish your sentence that Leon escaped the living room in the direction of your bedroom. He wasn’t leaving this fight? Right? Right?

“I’m not finished, Kennedy!” You yelled as you rushed to follow him. “Oh, but I am.” He growled as he opened the drawer of his nightstand. “I. am. fucking. done!” He said as he gritted his teeth, rummaging through the drawer. And suddenly he turned towards you and raised his hand. You covered your face by reflex and yelped when you saw Leon throw something with a brutality and a rage you had never thought he was capable of. Whatever is was, it smashed against the wall, far away from you with a loud clank. “There! Happy?” He asked with an angry voice before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him so violently that you jumped.  

You turned your head towards the object Leon had thrown against the wall to see what it was even if you had quite an idea. A tear rolled down your cheek when you saw the silver powder compact lying on the floor, completely shattered. You were not the kind of couple that would normally break things during quarrels.   You sat on the bed and took your face in your hands to cry your eyes out. This, all this Ada story had gone way too far. You had gone too far. You and your stupid jealousy. You and your insecurity.

You don’t know how long you sat there, thinking about all the things you had done and that had led your couple into this mess. But you knew that it was enough. You dried your tears and wiped the mascara that had run under your swollen reddened eyes before you eventually silently left the bedroom.     You found Leon sitting quietly in the living room, with a glass and a bottle of whisky in front of him that you stared at with guilt and sadness. Leon was only drinking when he was feeling terrible. And if he was drinking right now, then it was undeniably your fault. You went to sit by his side, putting your hand on the glass before Leon could take another mouthful of the amber-coloured liquor. “I’m sorry.” You said softly.         Leon put the drink back on the table and looked at you, his blue eyes mirroring the same sadness and pain that were in yours.     “ I just don’t get it, Y/N. Why this obsession with Ada?”           “ No, Leon. Please. I don’t wanna talk about her anymore.” You confessed, letting another tear run down your face. “Sweetheart, we have to. Cause this whole thing is killing us and I can’t bear that.” He cupped your face with his hand, wiping the tear with his calloused thumb, waiting for you to talk, to finally tell the truth.      

“I’m afraid I’m not enough for you.” You admitted, glancing away from him. “ And when I found that stupid compact, I thought … I thought…” You didn’t know what you really thought. So many things actually. That Leon was having an affair or at least that he had feelings for another woman and that you were just a pastime, someone he would leave for her sooner or later.         “… that Ada still meant something for me.” He finished your sentence when he realised you wouldn’t. You met his eyes. If this was truth time then you needed to ask. “Does she?”   Leon sighed. But he was not annoyed at you this time. No he was annoyed at himself. “No. Not anymore. Look.” He took your hands in his. “I don’t know why I kept that silly compact. Truth is I didn’t even know it was still in my nightstand until you found it.” He had told you the same thing weeks ago. He had repeated it on and on actually but this time, contrary to the previous ones, you actually believed him. “She gave me that compact years ago, at a time when yeah, I had feelings for her. I’m not gonna lie. But here me out.” He cleared his throat to find the strength to talk to you and sat up straight on the couch.       “Ada was a part of me I will never be able to forget.” That sentence was painful. It made you sob but Leon continued. You needed to hear what he had to say. “I met her in Raccoon City. She saved my life back there and she kept on saving me many times ever since. But the thing with Ada was that my feelings for her were leading me nowhere. And whatever relationship we had, it was just some cat and mouse game meaning I was running after her and she was running away. And apart from some very occasional sex, nothing ever truly happened.” You grimaced. You could have lived without knowing that. “But I was okay with that … until I met you. And I realised that whatever I was feeling for Ada was nothing in comparison to what I was feeling for you. A love that consumes me, that gives me a purpose, that makes me keep fighting everyday and want come back home every night, that make want to make this fucked up a better place. I love you, Y/N. And I should have told you all this since the very beginning.” You sniffed, looking at the sincerity and the love in his gorgeous blue eyes. “ Why didn’t you?” You asked, genuinely curious.         “ Cause I’m stupid. Cause I thought that burying my past would be better for our couple.” That was indeed stupid. Had you known all this, it would have caused the both of you less pain “But I look nothing like Ada. How can you love me?” You asked.   “ You just said it. You’re nothing like her. You’re my everything.” He grabbed your chin and laid a soft kiss on your lips that made shed a tear because of the intense love you could feel in it. “And, didn’t I tell you that blue was my favourite colour?” He joked with a wink. Good, cause as you were gazing at his eyes, you couldn’t help but think blue was also your favourite colour.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

So this is majority one of the parts about the Chisaki family I created. Nothing much...

'Catch on the act'

It's been eight months already... eight months that you had a son with him. Your little Chisaki Kaito.

Kaito was majority of the time a really quiet baby but it was already considered like a rare jew on the yakusa house. Heavens know how Pops pampers this toddler. But try to get this baby out of your arms, this kid cries like someone is hurting him badly.

You always talked with the little boy and played along with him, while Chisaki seemed majority of the times pretty hesitant about even touching his son, but thankfully he was warming up to the toddler.

Guess the fatherhood was slowly getting to him.

So that's why you were laying on the floor along with your baby, holding a picture of his father pointing constantly at it, trying to make the little boy to say his first words.

"Pa-pa. Kaito baby look! It's daddy! Da-da!" You pointed while the kid only cooed reaching for your nose instead.

"No no." You picked his chubby hand and gave a raspberry emiting the most adorable laughter of him.

"No stealing mommy's nose. I need it. But your nose is mine." You made the cliche movement of pretending to steal his nose, which the baby widened his eyes for little before going to check if his nose was still there.

The baby seemed now irritaded, furrowing his eyebrows just like his father and scooted his way to you babbling some incoherents words.

"Oh sorry! No, I didn't caught your nose!" You laughed as you picked now the laughing little boy as you pressed little kisses on his chubby cheek.

"It's incredibly fascinating to see that neither of you got tired of each other."

The voice of your lover echoed in the room as you looked from the floor to marvelous golden eyes staring down at you with an eyebrow lifted up.

"Welp. He can't get tired of his own parents, now can you?" You pressed his chubby cheeks together and gave him even more kisses.

He smirked behind his mask and shook his head in disbelief.

"Get out of the floor. Its dirty in there and I don't want both you and the brat to get sick."

You got up with you baby on your arms, pouting mockingly as you rocked Kaito in your arms.

"You see how daddy is worried for nothing? Daddy is worrieeeed." You singed in hope that Kaito would say at least the word.

For your dissapointment he only cooed again.

Your husband rolled his eyes in false irritation as he crossed his arms with a sigh.

"Isn't time for this rascal to be asleep?"

"Don't call him that my knight." You took a look at the clock and sighed.

Another day with no success on getting Kaito to say his first words...

"Lets put him on the bed together then?" You asked, looking up at him sweetly. He only nodded numbly at response and followex right after you to the baby boy's room.

One good night kiss from yours and a pat on the head from Chisaki was already enough for Kaito start to yawn and goes to dreamland.

If he didn't get any of those he wasn't going to sleep. Chisaki catched that pretty quickly, and started to call him a brat right there.

You both left the room and went to your shared one to have at least a good night of sleep for once.

What? Think parenting is easy? Poor innocent.

You ended up falling asleep on the comfort chest of your lover and feeling his carefully covered fingers scratching your scalp.

~

Kaito cries was what woke him up on that night. He opened one of his eyes and looked down at your exausted self and furrowed his eyebrows.

You were always the one getting up... let him at least retribuit the favor. He only could pray that it wasn't a dirty diaper... only if this was the case he would woke you up.

He placed you carefully down on the bed before he dragged his feet to the infant's room.

"Hey... what's all that noise for?" He murmured while pulling the door slightly to block the noise.

The baby cries stopped immediately when he heard his father's voice, he looked up and saw golden eyes staring him down.

"What is wrong?" He murmured, smirking slightly when the baby made one grabby hand at him while the other put his inside of his mouth.

"Disgusting little thing..." he said more affectionately than he planned as he leaned slightly on the crib with his arms crossed.

"It was nothing, right rascal? You just wanted to call your mother." The baby giggled up at him which he only scoffed.

"Then I guess I should go then." He got not even a inch away from the crib before the little one started to whine and pout.

"Seriously?" He asked numbly in disbelief "What do you have to offer then?"

Kaito manage to balance himself on the crin as he standed his little hand at his face.

Kai let out a unamused chuckle as he mindless played with his fingers touching slightly the baby's much smaller ones.

"Do you have any idea how much you and your mother changed my life? When I had your age I didn't get that luck of yours..."

His eyes focused on his front but he still continue his actions with his gloved fingers.

"... I didn't believe in love brat... I didn't actually believe those stupid things even existed... until your mother came and just barged into my life bringing those... emotions to my soulless self. It's incredible actually. How such a angel like her... could even fall for a devil like me..."

The baby stopped his movements, looking up at his father in... worry.

"When I first saw you on the ultrasound... I let my only solution to find a cure for this world go... I... just couldn't look at her anymore before feeling that sick feeling on my stomach... imagining you in her place instead, and the look of your mother if she ever get the knowledge about it..." he chuckled bitterly, bringing his free hand to his hair.

"I got the news that she was adopted... they will treat her way better than I ever did... and that worries me to death, because... this just proves that I don't deserve neither the sweet and warm embrace of your mother or your laugh..." he felt the disgusting warm liquid slide down his cheek as he gulped down air.

"I can't say I ever was or even am normal... but your mother is just... incredibly beautiful, intelligent and pure and I just think, why on all heavens such a good person as her, accept even being with someone like me, and even dared to have a child with me either..." he let out one or two more tears before he felt a tiny hand gripling his gloved one, catching his attention completely now.

The baby looked up at his father with wide and teary red (E/C) puffy eyes as his bottom lip tremble a bit.

He scrubbed his tears away in disgust as he saw that he just had broken down in fromt of his eight month old son.

"Apologies Kaito, I shouldn't had vent like th-"

"Dada."

His heart stopped and his eyes widened as he looked down in shook at his son who was making grabby hands at him.

"What did you just...?"

"Dada!" The baby say it again extending his arms at Chisaki who only widened his eyes even more.

"This is... holy f-" he stopped dead on his tracks when he noticed he almost cursed out loud.

He hesitantly picked Kaito up and hold him, looking in front of his eyes as the baby gaved him a teary smiled while repeating his first word.

"See what I mean? New feelings you and your mother always insist on bringing to me... goddamnit Kaito..." he whispered trying to hold back his own tears as he holded closer the infant.

Chisaki suddenly jerked up thinking out loud.

"Your mother... forgive me for this my angel but you have to see this." He said mlre to himself before making his way out of the room, with a new feeling of anxiety in his chest.

~

You almost tripped on your own feet in your run back to the room where you layed down and pretend to be asleep while you rubbed some tears from your own eyes.

You had felt his absence in bed and ended up catching his little vent on the final part and some tears escaped, but what really breaked you was hearing your baby finally saying his first words and exactly the ones you were planing... and the way your husband had reacted was just priceless.

You felt the bed shifting a little and you holded your giggles back as you heard Kaito's babbling and Kai's hushes for only now for the baby to be quiet.

You felt a gloved hand carres your shoulder and shake you a little bit after hearing the shaky voice of your husband.

"Angel. Sorry my love but please wake up." You turned to be in front of him slowly with a dreamy smile but eyes still closed.

"What is it?"

"Open your eyes. Kaito just said his first words." You couldn't help but giggle at noticing the so out of character eargness and happiness coming from his voice.

"Say it brat. Come on. Don't pretend you didn't say it just a few minutes ago. It's an order." The baby giggled

"Dada!"

You laughed while some tears fell as you saw the happy aura that both of yours favorite boys were emiting.

"See? Dada. He say it father first angel. Can you believe it?" He said while handing Kaito to you, whose eargly snuggled in your embrace and cooed happily.

You pushed your husband's mask down to give him a kiss, catching him out of guard apparently since he let out a tiny gasp. You ignored Kaito's whine and little pushes as a try to separate you two and only broke the kiss after a few minutes later.

"What... what was that for?" He asked while putting his black surgeon mask on, more to hide his blush than anything.

"Kai." You layed your head on his shoulder while you hughed your already calmed down baby closer. "Thank you. For everything my handsome devil."

He lifted an eyebrow up while looking at you, trying to ignore the burning warmth on his cheeks.

"For what exactly? This was too out of the blue."

"Shut it and just accept my gratitude would you?" You sleepily mumbled, smiling down at your yawning little baby as he snuggled even closer to your chest.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?" He asked in irritation, noticing shortly after you had closed your eyes.

"(Y/N) I know you're not sleeping. Answer me." He pocked your arm "Hey." He whisper yelled, with no success.

He scoffed before accepting his fate, and laying down on the bed, letting the warmth of your bodies lull him to sleep.

[tonystarktogo]

Sorry you're having a bad day. For you: Maria gave Tony a Bucky Bear when he was a child and when Howard sneered at it she got up in his grill about his attitude toward their TODDLER having a STUFFED ANIMAL so Howard doesn't say another word about it. Tony still has it. It's well worn and soft. An eye and arm have had to be sewn back onto it from all the love its gotten. Steve finds it and Tony sees him holding it and karate chops him to get Bucky Bear back safely. 1/?

Of course Steve's like wtf Tony you could have just asked for it back is your hand okay? YES it is because he's holding Bucky Bear with it. Steve is like "all of my whats" but he lets it go and asks about the bear. It doesn't look like all the other Bucky Bears from back then. And Tony is so proud, his mother stood in line at a toy store for a SPECIAL EDITION Bucky Bear. Only a hundred of them were made. They're worth thousands in pristine condition. 2/?

Tony's bear isn't pristine but he doesn't care. It's special to him because his mom waiting in line to get to him. It's priceless. "Do you still sleep with it?" Steve asks curiously. Tony scoffs at him and says "Absolutely you dolt. Bucky Bear has always been there for me." Steve melts because that's so sweet, and he mentions it to Bucky, and Bucky's like "??? okay buddy I don't give a fuck about his bear???" And of course Steve snorts and says "He likes the bear better than you." 3/?

Bucky is v offended by this and creeps into Tony's room and THERE. THERE IT IS. THE BUCKY BEAR. And Tony is there sleeping too but THE BEAR. He eases it from Tony's arms and glares at it jealously but then he realizes he is in Tony's room? Tony's sleeping? So he sets the Bucky Bear aside and climbs in bed with Tony. Tony wakes up to Bucky instead of his Bucky bear and he says, "I've had dreams like this. Where you turned human to protect me." And Bucky's just like FUCK MY HEART. 4/?

And so he wraps around Tony and cuddles him and apologizes for taking so long. Tony sighs and tucks his face into Bucky's chest. (And then he wakes up fully with a squawk and punches Bucky in the stomach with his flailing because WTF ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED YOU CREEP. It's too late, Bucky knows Tony wanted to be protected by him as a child, so he rolls on top of him and says "I was the bear and now I'm not" but Tony sputters because HE CAN SEE THE BEAR BUCKY WTF. But he likes cuddles so. 5/5

This is so precious I’m squealing!!! Just imagining Maria going at Howard in a Rage over the Bucky Bear is brightening my day. (Especially when I think about how, even a decade later, Howard will not dare to say a word against the bear in question. His mouth twitches once, suspiciously, during dinner when Tony is fourteen and carries the bear with him out of pure spite, but Maria notices and her eyes narrow dangerously. And Howard isn’t always a wise man, but he’s not suicidal, so he gripes about his latest business deal instead.) 

It’s this intriguing combination adorable and funny and slightly creepy (you don’t just climb into other people’s beds while they’re sleeping, Bucky, what even?!) and I love it. I can just imagine Bucky’s indignant face when Steve Dares To Insinuate that Tony prefers some toy to him lol. Thank you so much for cheering me up!!!

Of course now I can’t stop thinking about a tiny Tony clinging to his precious Bucky Bear, the one toy Howard would never dare to take from him, crying silently into it’s fur, begging it to please protect him and tell his father that he isn’t stupid and--

Yeah okay, I stop before I ruin it with angst haha. Lets focus instead on how, after all the well-deserved Tony-cuddling that morning ends, Bucky drags Tony down to the gym because that punch will not do if someone other than Bucky tries to sneak into his bedroom, not at all. Tony is less than impressed.

In the background, Clint loudly complains because “Bucky pulls an Edward Cullen and then actually gets into Tony’s bed and cuddles him while he’s asleep and it’s freaky cute but when I listen in on your margarita nights from the vents it’s creepy, what the hell???”

Natasha doesn’t look up from where she’s sorting her smarties by their colours. “Nobody disturbs margarita nights, Clint.”

“BUT”

“Nobody”

(Clint is slightly appeased when only one Bucky Bear is allowed to join the next margarita night, and it’s not the fleshy one)