#literally all I could think everytime he appeared on screen

[luci-hemwin-evanson]

Dusty looks like a mix of Beau Brooks from the Janoskians and Jack from Choose Love

[aimedis]

i would like to hear more about your sweetheart and asher sibling dynamic 👁👁

OKAYOKAYOKAY I WAS JS THINKING ABOUT HOW BOTH IN THE IMPERIUM AND PRIME UNIVERSE THEY HUGGED AFTER EMOTIONALLY TAXING SITUATIONS (after asher killed alexis and milo was recovering and then at the summit) AND IT JUST AJNDEIDNIDNI GOT ME THINKING ABOUT THE FACT THAT THEY COULD BE LITERALLY SIBLINGS because i was thinking too much about it and fell down a rabbit hole of my own thoughts

i mean, sweetheart is basically milo 2.0 and we already know that those two are good pals but i really think that asher and sweetheart are closer than it might appear (since sweetheart is a listener, it's kind of limited how much screen time they get, especially with someone who's not their partner)

also, sweetheart met gabe i'm pretty sure so they could have idk trauma bonded over losing him in a way none of the other mates could have

imagine asher taking a nap as a wolf on sweetheart, getting his head scratched by them

imagine sweetheart chastising asher for never eating healthy and how he's gonna get sick (fussing over him like a mother hen)

imagine asher pushing past milo to say hi to sweetheart first whenever they see each other

imagine asher and sweetheart ganging up on david (and occasionally darlin) to tease him (them)

imagine sweetheart ruffling asher's hair everytime they see him or he does something stupid

imagine asher asking sweetheart for help when picking out baaabe's ring and writing his vows

imagine sweetheart asking for asher's help to pick out gifts for anyone in the pack (specifically milo) because asher is god teir gift giver

imagine asher and sweetheart have the same music and they send each other song earbuds all the time/have a shared playlist (also arguing over what songs go in there because ash likes some weird shit)

sweetheart: "ash, what the fuck is this? change the song."

asher: "but i like this song!"

[p1nk-matter]

(hxh) PHANTOM TROUPE // KURTA CLAN theory

...debunking PT did it

So let me preface this by saying this was 100% inspired by a tiktok comment in a hxh phantom troupe's religious symbolism video back in 2021 (:/). The person who commented made such an impact I screenshotted their comments which unfortunately are not in correct order and messaged them this year (i just know they think im weird) but they never responded. I'd give their @ but its their government name (I take it) so msg me for deets. All credit goes to them as I'm just polishing and tidying these thoughts.

First op talks about Meteor City, a junkyard city inhabited by outcasts. People who live there do not exist on any official records and are treated horribly from the outside, people are taken from Meteor City for crimes, prostitution, slavery and no one's doing a thing to stop it. People go outside and face racism, like the one guy accused of a crime he didnt commit and when the truth is shown no one does anything (think op meant The Bum Incident, vol 11, Chapter 102). These people get no justice, they're just used and this is where the duality of Chrollo comes in, he is a demon to the outside world because he is challenging the gods but also a Jesus figure for the underprivileged Meteor City. Even his reverse St Peters Cross on his jacket means that he feels unworthy to be crucified in the same manner as Jesus. Thats his way of saying he doesnt see himself as worthy of savior. His priority is the Troupe so they can together be seen to the outside world, they are literally a troupe of phantoms, trying to be recognized. This is why when he asks Neon if she believes in ghosts and she says no, she is the oppressor that doesn't understand the one hurt.

If you read the story with this idea in mind you start to observe that the Troupe only attacks people hazardous for the City (mafia, ants) or when they want revenge for one of them killed so its weird they are presented in a positive almost heroic light. Only exception that sticks out to the story? Kurta massacre.

The og commenter wondered why it was that the Troupe was always presented in a positive light. We've known the Phantom Troupe does acts of good alongside the bad but we also haven't seen anything entirely "evil" commited by any of them yet. Most of the legends surrounding them are hearsay. And though they could have easily killed Gon and Killua, they don't, twice. Also, Uvogin when taken by mafia/Kurapika says if freed, they wouldn't hurt them as they are not the target.

Op comments on how narrative should be filtered as its being commented via Gon- a non objective source, they claim that the 1st arc feels like a kid show whereas chimera arc feels dark, thats not to say it is actually like that but as Gon's perspective changes so does the narration. At first when innocent people die, he doesnt really care but in chimera we need a narrator to explain as Gon is too biased at that point. Regarding the massacre we only have Kurapika's word but what we are being told/shown about the Troupe is different. The characters talk about the Kurta massacre, how horrible and brutal it was but the narrative is keen and favors the Troupe, it paints them in a favorable light and why should the narrative do that, they don't become better people like the Ants after all.

From the moment they appear on screen, the narrative wants us to see them as underprivileged, both in York New and in the ship, even when they're fighting in Meteor City, they're fighting for injustice or when somebody hurts them. Then why justify their actions everytime they appear on screen if they massacred the Kurta Clan? If they are responsible for this why make them the underprivileged representation? Both Kurta and Troupe says the op are ostracized by the outside and seen less from people.

Say they did it. 3 ideas were proposed as to why.

1. for the eyes (Chrollo likes the eyes, like Hisoka said but Hisoka is a liar and also Chrollo has never shown interest in the show for them. For someone who steals things he likes, why make an exception and murder here?)

2. for money (that's not correct, we are told multiple times they don't care about it, neither money nor fame, they want to be recognized by the world but how would that work by killing a clan that's been hidden for 100 years, they dont get anything out of it.)

3. for revenge: Revenge for what? Kurta are a peaceful clan that hide for years. We know the Troupe left a note that is the motto of Meteor City (I'm adding here what op referred to: "we reject no one so take nothing from us"). Op says note means they serve justice to their city, when someone takes things away from them so what did Kurta take? From the thematic and narrative point they are not set up to have done it, op thinks thats 100% intentional.

Like said above, BOTH have the thematic of oppression from the outside world, they are a commodity for the rich and powerful (gods) but why is Phantom Troupe put in the light of both, the oppressor and the oppressed? Why would an oppressed group oppress another one for NO good reason? The Troupe doesn't kill innocent people if not necessary, they do NOT care about money or fame and the revenge aspect doesnt work because the Kurta were isolated from the outside.

If we look back at the York New Arc they never state the massacre, they simply suggest it and of course from a Kurapika POV they are guilty but if you look again you have to ask..are they really?

☆

this took ages for me to coherently formulate and ik it goes back and forth but bless op's heart because it changed my perspective completely (more than any yt analysis found online) !

[zeeamoe]

The Boy That Sits Alone In The Front Row Always Wears A Black Sweater

part 3 of this post click here for the previous part

At this point, I’ve gotten used to seeing that bundle of messy hair over the black sweater in the front row of the classroom. And since he was leaning against the wall, I could see his phone screen over his shoulder. As always, he was playing another game.

Did he wear the same black sweater as yesterday? Or did he grab a new one for today? I didn’t see his bag anywhere. There was only a half empty water bottle in front of him. Did he really come to class without bringing anything other than his phone and a water bottle? Come to think of it, wasn’t that yesterday’s bottle? 

I pulled out my phone, typing up a message.

- Is that the bottle I bought you?

I looked ahead. Since I was not too far behind him, I could see the pop up of my message on his screen, obstructing his game.

Then, I saw him swipe the message off, and he continued to play without a care.

What the…? Outrageous. I immediately typed in something else.

- Hey I saw that

- Don’t ignore my message

When I glanced up again, I saw him clicking on the message and started typing something. A few seconds later, my phone vibrated.

Skunk: No texting in class

- You were literally playing a game

Skunk: Why do you care?

- I don’t care

- I’m just bored

A small description at the bottom of my message said [Read], but he didn’t reply to it. I looked up to see that he had gone back to his game. I typed something up again.

- How was the chicken yesterday?

Skunk: It was alright

- Lies

- It was the best chicken you’ve ever had

- Now nothing you eat will ever amount to that chicken

[Read]

He didn’t reply.

I tried to see his phone again. The screen was filled with neon blue, and occasionally there were some dark colored shapes. Everytime his finger tapped on the screen, something square bounced to avoid the other shapes. So, a game where he had to navigate obstacles?

The screen kept moving forward until the square reached a wall. Right after that, something popped up, filling the whole screen, and I could make out three yellow stars. Does that mean he cleared a level or something? Huh.

He tapped something, and the screen turned purple. The weird shapes appeared again.

Interesting.

I watched as he controlled the tiny squares around the shapes flawlessly. He didn’t make any mistakes. I slowly turned my phone on and typed something.

Once I saw the wall showed up on his screen, I pressed send.

- Hey

His little square hit an obstacle and something different popped up. This time, I managed to read those big letters. [Game Over]. He clicked on my message.

Skunk: What

- Nothing

[Read]

Again, no reply. He was back to the game. The screen was still purple, so he definitely had to replay that level.

Just as before, I waited until he was nearing the end, and sent another message.

- :) 

Skunk: What are you doing?

- Playing my own game

[Read]

He ignored it and resumed playing. I wonder when he will catch on? As he kept replaying the same level, I kept sending meaningless texts right before he completed it.

- Dude

[Game Over]

- Zzz

[Game Over]

- Bro

[Game Over]

By the fifth time, he turned his head around and glared at me. I replied by holding up two fingers in a peace sign.

Skunk: Stop that

- Stop what

Skunk: I know what you’re doing

- I don’t know what you’re talking about

[Read]

He shifted his position so that I wasn’t able to see his phone screen anymore. His right hand reached up to scratch the back of his neck, then his fingers curled up, leaving only the middle one pointed.

- Rude

[Read]

He restarted the level.

Hadn’t he learned his lesson at all? Even though it was harder to see now, I managed to find an angle to get a glimpse, timing to send my message again.

- Yo

But, this time the message didn’t pop up on his screen. Instead, a window featuring the three stars popped up, which meant that he cleared the level without being disturbed.

He must have muted me.

Ah, no fun. I turned my phone off and sighed.

I had taken the time to look through his pointers last night. The problem was, it was actually helpful, and I could actually start on the project right away. I was even able to make the outline for the paper in three hours.

Hmm, that won’t do.

Right after the class ended, I said goodbyes to my circle of friends and walked up to him.

“Hey, come with me,” I said.

He was just about to leave, but stopped when I called out. He glanced around to see that my friends had all gone out of the classroom.

He asked, “Why?”

“Lunch! Let’s get kebabs in the cafeteria.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Even if I’m paying?”

He paused to think a bit. At least he was a little bit tempted.

“Yeah, nah.”

“Aw, come on. I’ll go in line, so you just have to wait at the table and play your games or whatever.”

“Why aren’t you going with your friends?”

“They all have other classes and blah blah something else to do.”

He looked at me weird.

I sighed.

“Just accompany me for lunch before I go to the next class.”

“Hmm… fine.”

“Yes!”

I walked out of the classroom as he followed behind me. Once we reached the cafeteria, there was a sea of students and I wasn’t able to see any empty seats. Other than that, almost all the food stalls had long lines of people. 

I turned to see that he already had a tired look on his face.

“Find a seat. I’ll wait in line.”

“...Mkay.”

He should be fine. I noticed that he wasn’t the type to be particularly uncomfortable with crowds. So, I guess his problem wasn’t related to his social life. Or maybe I was judging too early.

After I managed to get the food, I searched where he sat amongst the seats in the cafeteria. It wasn’t that hard to find. Most of the seats were big enough for four people, so he stood out by sitting alone at an empty table.

I put down two kebab wraps and two water bottles.

He grabbed one of the wraps and glanced at the water bottles.

“You didn’t have to buy the water, I still have some left.”

“That will literally finish in like two sips.”

“I’m going home after this anyway.”

This guy didn’t even try to be convincing. He didn’t have a water dispenser, and considering that he brought yesterday’s bottle to today’s class, he probably wouldn’t buy another bottle unless he was thirsty.

I chose not to point that out, though.

I asked instead, “You don’t have any more class today?”

“No.”

He opened his kebab wrap and started munching on it. I started to eat, too.

Why did his schedule sound so lax? Didn’t he have the whole day off just yesterday?

“On which days do you have classes?”

He finished swallowing his first bite before answering.

“I have double classes on Mondays and Thursdays. None on Tuesday.”

Oh, it wasn’t that much different from mine. I knew we had only three classes that overlapped. Today was Wednesday, so he only had one class in the morning.

“My day off is on Friday. Doubles for today and tomorrow.”

“What? That schedule’s so much better than mine.”

“Hehe.”

We both had six courses. But of course, having no classes on Fridays was much better than no classes on Tuesdays. It gave the impression of a long weekend.

It seemed that we both had two classes tomorrow, but we only overlapped on the first course.

I finished my kebab quickly and crumpled the wrap. He still had less than a half left. Probably because he was eating while playing another game on his phone. I ignored him and pulled out my laptop. And when I took out the notebook he gave me, he gazed away from his phone for a bit..

“Are you working on the project?” he asked.

I opened the draft, and replied without looking up.

“Yep. By the way, your pointers really helped. Thanks.”

He shrugged.

“How far have you worked on it?”

“I finished the structure.”

“That’s it?”

“In three hours.”

He made a perplexed face. What did he even mean by asking ‘that’s it?’ His pointers were just three pages long. Now I’m kind of offended. Then, he insulted me in a calm tone.

“Are you slow?”

“What the hell? I was proud of this!”

“A structure is something that can be done in 5 minutes.”

“No, it’s not? I’ve never done that.”

“Because you’re dumb.”

“Hey!”

He put down his kebab wrap and tapped on my laptop.

“Let me see.”

I turned my laptop towards him with a glare on my face.

He chewed another bite into his kebab as he read the outline I made. I couldn’t read his expression to see what he thought of it. He mumbled something, but I could hear it clearly.

“I thought I gave you some pretty good notes. Why is the structure so generic?”

I really wanted to hit his head with the empty water bottle. I inhaled deeply.

“Give me a break. I was tired, and it was late.”

“You had a three-hour nap.”

“Shut up.”

He ignored me and turned the laptop around. His finger pointed towards a part of my outline.

“Delete this bullet point,” He scrolled down and pointed at another part. “This one too. And the two below it. You were repeating what will be explained in the second part. It can meet the minimum length, but it will be unnecessary and you will just lose points.”

“Oh,” I immediately pulled the laptop towards me and started to do as he said.

He bit down the last bite of his kebab, and opened up the new water bottle I bought. After taking a sip, he continued.

“For the first part, add some theory from the seventh chapter. You can take a look from  the notes I gave you, and pick the ones that fit your topic the most. Also, add a bullet point in the third part for other cases. It works for comparison.”

“Mhm.”

Tap, tap, tap.

I focused on typing on my laptop as he was spouting tips. It took less than five minutes until we finished revising the outline of the structure. 

Once we were done, I read the outline again. It was way more comprehensive than what I came up with in three hours.

“Whoa.”

I looked up to see his face cheerfully. However, this guy only looked bored.

This much was nothing for him. It was such a waste of talent, so I had to use him somehow.

I grinned, “Wanna work on my project? I’ll pay you.”

He scoffed and got up from the table, with both of our crumpled wraps in his hand. I thought he was going to leave, but he only went to the garbage can to throw out the trash.

I yelled out to him, “Please? You already know my structure anyway! You’re halfway there!”

He grumbled as he walked back, “Halfway my ass. I’m not going to work on two projects at once.”

“You haven’t even started yours. You can just finish mine quickly and use it for inspiration.”

“I don’t need to work on yours to get inspiration. I know what I’ll be writing.”

Surprisingly, he sat back down at the table. I thought he would go back home after he finished eating. By now, the cafeteria was less crowded, because it was past the rush hour for lunchtime. And I still had about half an hour left until my next class. Was he going to stay until then?

He lazily rested his chin on his hand while the other took out his phone. Playing a game again, I guess.

I looked down on my laptop and started to type. But, my fingers stopped not long after. I had to go back and forth between websites and his notes just to progress and write another sentence. I didn’t even know where to start for each part.

The project weighed a lot on our final score, so the minimum length was a lot as well. I knew it would take a long time to put this project together. Yet, this guy in front of me didn’t seem to care.

Even if this would be easy for him, shouldn’t he start from now considering the length?

I asked out of curiosity.

“Why haven’t you worked on it? The project.”

His eyes never left the phone screen. “There’s still two months left.”

“You have to write 3,000 words for each part, and a presentation file.”

“I’m the type to finish it the day before.”

I clicked my tongue. Of course, I was like that too. I never had the motivation to do any of my work until there was only a day left. It was just that this project had a ridiculous requirement, and my passing grade was on the line.

Either I get an A on this project, or I have to redo this course.

After typing up a few points in one part of my draft, I turned the laptop towards him again.

“Can you take a look? What do you think?”

He was still on his phone, “...Mm wait.”

After a few seconds, he put it down and read what I worked on. It didn’t even take long until his face frowned. Did he even read it properly?

“Why would you use this theory?”

“In your notes you said it was best for this kind of case.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

He was so confident that I had to pull out the notes and flip to the second page. I held up the notebook right up to his face.

“See? This framework suits the type 1 case!”

I was already half getting up from my seat.

He only skimmed the page once and looked at me confusedly.

“What are you talking about? Your topic is type 3.”

…

I took the notebook, read it, and put it down. Then, I took my laptop and scanned the topic I picked. I spent a few minutes reading. He didn’t go back to his game, and was watching me instead.

I see. I made a mistake when I chose my topic and misclassified it. Well, this happened a lot. Only this time, someone noticed it before I submitted the assignment or was almost finishing it.

His face that showed annoyance slowly softened. Well, now he knows why I got 36 on this course.

He spoke carefully, “Do you… not understand the types of cases?”

“Hmm. I don’t know!”

I was uncomfortable because he sounded like he was genuinely worried, so I answered in a cheerful tone. For some reason, he took that as a pass to reply back sarcastically.

“Are you even paying attention in class?”

“I don’t want to hear that from someone who plays games in class.”

“I’m not the one with a failing grade here.”

He didn’t say the last sentence sarcastically. And he wasn’t wrong. I wouldn’t pay attention either if I had perfect scores all the time.

I rubbed my temples with both hands.

“It’s not like I’m not trying.”

I had another uncomfortable feeling when I saw his face softened again. But, then he opened his mouth.

“No, you’re just purely dumb.”

“Are you trying to comfort me or insult me?”

“I’m just stating facts.”

It was impossible to make peace with this guy, so I gave up. I went back to my laptop and fixed the parts I just wrote. Seeing that I didn’t ask him further about the part, he went back on his phone. 

I glanced at the corner of my screen. There were a few minutes left until my next class. I still had time, but I closed my laptop and started to pack my things. 

He was still staring at his phone even when I stood up from my seat.

After thinking for a little, I asked.

“Can we make a deal?”

“Hmm?”

I don’t know if this would work, I tried it anyway.

“I’ll clean your place every once in a while, and you help me with my project.”

“We had this conversation already.”

I hit his head with the bottom of my water bottle. Lightly. He got distracted from the game and missed the level. I continued my point.

“You won’t be working on my project. I’ll do it myself. Just… review it from time to time.”

He was rubbing his head where I hit him.

What a baby. I didn’t hit that hard.

What I didn’t expect was the words that came out.

“Hmm… kay.”

“Really?”

He just nodded.

Holy sh*t. It worked?

“Yes! Eat lunch with me again tomorrow. I’m going to class now. Bye!”

I left him before he could make another remark or take back his words. Only when I reached the elevator did I look back to the seat in the cafeteria. And it was already occupied by other people.

At least I had more excuses to see him now.

Click here for the next part ^^

[frostise]

questions for mun: who are five of your favorite characters? (in the rp community or otherwise), and if you could tell your muse something, what would it be?

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐍   ┇   accepting ♡

13. Who are five of your favorite characters? (in the rp community or otherwise)

i'll do a random list of characters from different fandoms i like. my top favvs in DC would be kf and batman but it's too obvious AND it would be unfair as well 🤷‍♀️

connor from detroit: become human. he's just a baby boy! i love him the moment i played his scenes and his music theme is phenomenal! bryan dechart really did a nailed his connor's character because i instantly liked him when he came on screen at the start of the game. he's very sweet and cute tbh it's hard to not love him 💖💖💖

reverse flash from DC. his insanity and severe level of pettiness is what made him an appealing yet disturbing villain because of the crazy lengths he'll go to devote himself to achieve any goal without the ties of morals. i really love his comics and animated depictions the most tbh. especially in justice league: the flashpoint paradox and his goofy self in lego dc super-villains. overall, i think he's pretty neat even though i love to hate him a daily basis and he'll always sound like c. thomas howell to me when i get the chance to read a new comic of his ^^

widowmaker from overwatch. what a gut wrenching lore for a character so cold-blooded. she's the only reason why i used to play overwatch before it became a toxic community. i love everything about her, especially when she's quick to fire a vicious comeback no matter what or who it is she's addressing to. actually now that i realise it? she has similar vibes to louise lmfao. but only if she willingly 'evil'. but anyway! widow will always be my number one favourite character in overwatch forever. nobody can take her place ♡

azula from avatar. she's too iconic to ignore and neglect on this list tbh. the girl was literally 14 in the show and a straight up menace everytime she appeared on screen. it honestly made me think she was actually going to capture/kill one of the members on aang's squad. she's that terrifying. but then again she's pretty funny as well. i'll give her credit for that. anyway, azula is my top tier villain that gets too much hate and suffers from mischaracterization in the comics. despite that issue; the blue fire is so cool to watch in her battles and everything about her downfall is super well written! she's a inspiration to me ♡

slenderman from slender: the arrival. my favourite childhood horror character of all time!! i had to add him here. it's one of my favourite og games i've ever played and slenderman is a legend to the horror genre itself. i definitely had nightmares about him because i thought he was real when i was younger lmfao. the game just made it more terrifying because he always wins no matter what the main characters do

20. If you could tell your muse something, what would it be?

let's be real here—i would never in my life make contact with a super criminal and tell her off so carelessly because she would beat my sorry ass instantly, but if she was in a electric chair then i would definitely tell her to take more anger management classes, be less rude to people trying to be nice to her and quit killing people just because you got hissy with them and knowing her? she won't really listen to me! she'll call me a peasant 😔✋🏼

[flowerslut]

this is so random but look: i was re-watching eclipse and everytime jasper appeared on screen all i could think about was Cillian Murphy Energy and how he got 65x hotter than he already is (jasper not cillian) and why the fuck jasper stans never talked about this.

LMFAO wait are you saying jasper stans don't talk enough about how good he looks in eclipse???? I mean I feel like it’s just common knowledge at this point. he was pretty much a standing lamp in the first two films (y'know, alice's occasional arm candy that got a little bitey sometimes) and then in eclipse.... ugh. chefs kiss. we get it all baby.... the better wig... the actual lines of dialogue... the fucked up backstory... the fight training... and don't even get me STARTED on the fight oh my god

I saw eclipse at a midnight premiere back in 2010 and when he fucking punched THROUGH that guy I think I literally screamed. I was BESIDE myself. 17 yr old baby shan was inconsolable. nothing mattered to me more than watching this bitch tear people apart.

personally, I find it more attractive that he's just a fucked up rat man. a rehabilitated feral dog. I just *clenches fist* love any character that is fucked up. I love to stan someone who has committed atrocities. I need them to be cancellable on so many levels. I need them to have violated the geneva convention. if a character doesn't have a body count (non-sexual) or a controversial past (or present) then like? boooooring. i'm bored.

but yeah no mainly I don't think people talk about it because to us its like, A Truth Universally Acknowledged, y'know? also shoutout to david slade. he really really gave us shit like this:

and this

and this:

and honorable mention to these two screencaps that live rent free in my brain. that is all have a nice day <3

[oneirataxia-girl]

Top 5 one piece characters whose design you love and 5 designs you just don't feel

SCREAMS. okay so I should say that I am Not Good At Styling (or pairing stuff in general), so just take my comments as the rantings of a gremlin probably way shorter than you, but other than that-

five one piece character designs I like:

Trafalgar Law - I could go on and on and on about how hot good he looks in every arc he’s in (yes, even stoner!Law), plus all the hearts in his tattoos with the connection to his crew the Heart Pirates and Corazon is elite tbh his tattoos and accessories in general have me looking respectfully

Killer - at first I was intimidated, but after Wano I have a newfound appreciation for him + his design, the mask makes him stand out bc not many characters cover their faces, and his hair is the single most glorious thing I have ever seen, I want a Rapunzel!Killer au for shits and giggles (Kid can be Pascal lmao) (if there's a fanfic of this pls link it)

Uta - UTA MY BELOVED, her look is gorgeous, the two-color hair?? the hairstyle?? the asymmetrical dress?? YES PLEASE, she looks absolutely beautiful and very pop singer-ish if you know what I mean, tbh if she was real I would go in the song realms no questions asked

Doflamingo - now let us be clear, I hate this mutated flamingo as much as the next person, but his design fits him so perfectly that I have to grudgingly give him this win, it's bright, it's over the top, it's hideous to look at, it feels like he too the flamingo part of his name too literally, it feels like Doffy, and so I do think it fits him well

Nico Robin - or more specifically, pre-timeskip!Robin, I just adore the gothy cowboy aesthetic (purple-black and leather fits you'll always be famous to me) and I feel like Robin looks really nice with those bangs. I'm sorry but I'm a part of the pre-timeskip!Robin squad through and through, which brings us to...

five one piece character designs I don't like:

Nico Robin - this time it's post-timeskip!Robin. when I say that I couldn't recognize her, I mean that I actually thought she was Boa Hancock but with a slightly different hairstyle. she's literally so different looks-wise it's hard to reconcile pre and post Robin as the same character. also, (and this is a nitpick) the sunglasses make me stressed bc I keep thinking they might fall off

Rebecca - I know, I know, One Piece defies the laws of everything real-world related, but the gladiator armor makes me unreasonably upset because it's virtually useless. I guess it's a testament to her skills that she's barely hurt during Dressrosa, but still, everytime I see the stupid armor it makes my eye twitch

Carrot - or just most of the Minks to be honest. Oda make them more animal-like challenge, give Carrot the round fluffy body of an actual bunny, don't just slap a fluffy tail and some ears and call it a day, I want a bunny Mink that's like Peter Rabbit, but considering that Oda's... preference as to drawing females, I'm not expecting a miracle

Caesar Clown - it might be influenced by his laugh, but I genuinely sigh whenever this guy comes on screen, his appearance does him No Favors, absolutely no drip whatsoever, he’s so difficult to stand on screen so I won’t talk about him more, I just have an irrational hatred for him

Kozuki Momonosuke - more of a ‘wistful sigh of what could’ve been’ than anything, I just think it would be cool to have Momo be near Toki’s height and Hiyori similar to Oden.

[emmyhem]

everything you’re missing (c.t.h)

a/n: hi everybody, i’m back with another post. this is my first calum piece and i’m so excited to finally get it up. this is once again unedited, i’m way too tired rn. it’s also the second smut i’ve posted so that’s pretty exciting as well. yeah i don’t really have much to say right now because i’m literally exhausted, my classes are really kicking my ass. anyway i hope you all enjoy this bff!calum piece. feedback and comments are always appreciated. hope you all are doing well and are being safe. thank you - emmy <33

pairing: bff!calum hood x fem!reader

summary: a drunken text meant for your ex shows up on calum’s phone and leaves him questioning everything he’s missing out on with his best friend.

warning(s): talk of a previous bad relationship, y/n’s ex body shamed her, mentions of alcohol, insecurity, smut, cursing

word count: 4.7k

You’ve decided that 3 glasses of wine is your happy medium, but even a sip into the 4th and there’s no telling what you’ll do. 

So, naturally you were finishing up your 5th glass on Friday night while angrily scrolling through your exes instagram when you got what seemed to be an incredible idea. It was simply too tempting not to, your mind was feeling hazy which made your confidence skyrocket, and you truly did just look good. 

A day of pampering had left you in a black floor length silk robe with nothing but your favorite deep cherry red lingerie set underneath. Your face was bare and glowing after a refreshing and illuminating face mask, and your lips were left glossy and plump from a new scrub. 

You had posed in front of the floor length mirror in your living room, giggling between snaps until you had taken the perfect shot. It was classy but provocative, the dressing gown slipping from your shoulders exposing the lace of your bra and a tasteful amount of cleavage. You had also left the bottom open, allowing a clear shot of your thighs and the curve of your ass from where you sat on your knees. 

With a mischievous glint in your eyes you selected the picture into a message, typing a cheeky, “take a good look at everything you’re missing”  and sending it off to your ex (or so you thought). 

But you really couldn’t be blamed for your mistake, Cam and Cal were far too similar for your drunk brain to decipher the difference. You also couldn’t be blamed for the fact that you dozed off on the couch immediately after sending it, before you even had a chance to recognize your humiliating mistake. 

You were awoken by the ringing of your phone at around 9:00 am, way too early for your liking. Before even registering who it was, you brought the phone to your ear and groaned a sleepy, “hello,” 

“At your door.” a voice you recognized as your best friend responded. 

“M’coming” you said, scooting off the couch. On your way to the door you registered that you were still scantily covered, the robe falling off of you as you walked. You clutched it around you as you swung the door open to a wide eyed, Calum Hood. 

“G’morning.” he smirked, looking you up and down. 

“Shh” you hushed, pulling him in by the arm. “Why in the world are you here so early?”

He lightly laughed while taking a seat at the kitchen table, eyes following you while you moped over to the fridge and pulled out two water bottles. 

“Well,” he sighed as you handed him one. “I got a very interesting text last night and I figured I just had to come over and see, y’know everything I was missing.” he spoke in a teasing tone as he gestured a hand down your body.

You tugged your eyebrows together in confusion. There was something familiar about what he was saying, but not familiar enough for you to put the pieces together. 

“What are you talking about?” you questioned bringing the water bottle to your lips. 

Calum shrugged his shoulders, a smirk still glued to his face as he took out his phone and began looking for something. After a few seconds he extended his arm to hand you his phone. You accepted it and glanced down absentmindedly as your body slumped against the counter.  

The second your eyes hit the screen it all came back to you, your mouth fell open and you straightened out, suddenly very awake, not to mention very mortified. 

Calum on the other hand was buzzing. Actually, he had been ever since his phone dinged last night awakening him from his sleep. Well, buzzing and extremely, extremely sexually frustrated. 

When he first opened your message and saw the picture that would now be making a regular appearance in his wet dreams, he had nearly choked on his own breath. He knew that it was most likely a drunken mistake, and while that slightly saddened him it didn’t stop his dick from plumping up at the sight, straining uncomfortably against his boxers. He seriously debated wanking to the tempting image but decided against it, thinking it would be a gross violation of your privacy since it wasn’t even meant for him. Oh how he wished it was. Unfortunately that meant he had been sporting an exceptionally sensitive halfie since then. 

“Oh my god.” you groaned, sitting the phone down on the counter and covering your eyes in humiliation. “Cal I’m soooo sorry, I was drunk, and overly confident, and I meant to send this to Cam and now I’m just, I’m sorry.” you reiterated. 

‘Hey, don’t apologize on my account.” he countered. “Plus, you should be thrilled you sent it to me and not that asshole, doesn’t deserve ya.” 

“I know, you’re right. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m mortified though. S’bit ridiculous, get a little alcohol in my system and I have a god complex all of a sudden” you rambled, running your hands through your hair nervously. 

Calum stood and pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head. 

“You think too much, y’know that?” he quipped. 

You turned your head, pressing a cheek against his sweater clad chest and mumbled, “Yea I’ve been known for that.” 

Calum softly chuckled at your words before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head and pulling apart. 

“S’really no big deal, y/n.” a teasing grin plastered on his face. “Besides I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it.”

“Calum!” you scolded, swatting a hand at his arm. 

He dodged your hit just in time and held his hands up in surrender before taking his seat again. 

“Why'd you let that dick bother you anyway? Y’know you’re way out of his league.” 

Your jaw clenched at the question, your mind wandering to every time you had come to Calum crying after your ex had done something to hurt you. Everytime he commented on your “stomach pudge” as he liked to call it, when you wore a tight dress to go out. Or when he would ask if you were really “that” hungry, even if you hadn’t eaten much at all. And each time you would feel absolutely wretched and end up sobbing in Calum’s arms, but refusing to tell him why you were so, so sad. 

“He texted me the other day y’know?” you muttered under your breath, while fiddling with the coffee machine. 

“Really? What’d he say?” Calum responded, watching your back with narrowed eyes. 

“Uh, he saw me the other night, when we were at that bar with the guys.” you said, shaky fingers pulling out a mug. 

“And?” he spoke flatly. 

“It’s stupid really,” you sniffled, willing your voice not to break. “He said I put on a few pounds, that he was glad he got out when he did.” your bottom lip traitorously jutted out as you turned to face him. 

“Fucking dick.” he hissed. 

Calum wasn’t necessarily proud of the violent images that flashed through his mind at the thought of that asshole finding yet another way to hurt you but, the sad little quiver of your lip allowed him to reason without a doubt that they were fair. 

Before you could even blink he was holding you again, arms impossibly tight around you. . 

“He’s wrong, y/n. Fuck, I don’t know how to even...he’s just so wrong.” he said softly, his hand rubbing your back reassuringly. 

“I know.” you whimpered, holding tears back. 

He pulled back enough to look you in the eyes, arms still firm around your waist. 

“No you don’t. It’s...It really fucking pisses me off that he makes you feel like this. It’s like-fuck you’re just like-” he moved his hands to cup your cheeks. “You really are gorgeous.” 

Your heart fluttered at his words, and your whole body felt warm as you stared at his big brown eyes. His words felt sincere, everything about him felt so sincere. 

“Thank you, Cal.” 

He pulled you back into his chest, “Really wish I could just, like hug away all his bullshit.” 

“M’used to it.” you mumbled. 

“You don’t deserve any of it.” 

“Yea, well what can you do.” you sighed, moving out of his embrace. 

Calum’s eyes were still glued to you as you stirred a spoonful of sugar in your coffee. 

“I hope you don’t let anything he says get to you.” 

You let out a breath of exhaustion. 

Confidence wasn’t something that you used to struggle with. I mean sure, there were spouts of insecurity here and there but you knew your worth, and you considered yourself pretty, hot even. That had all changed a few months into your latest relationship. First it was the backhanded compliments which quickly turned into passive comments, and then outright cruel insults. People really underestimate the toll their words take on others, especially when the person that’s making you feel so ugly and worthless, is one that you adore and who’s supposed to adore you right back, no matter what. 

“I try but, he can’t just be making it all up.” you were ashamed. When did you become the girl that lets a guy affect how she sees herself? That just wasn’t you. 

“He is. He’s insecure and a douche. He was probably trying to destroy your confidence to the point that you felt like you couldn’t leave him.” Calum assured. “But you’re way too strong for him, dumped his sorry ass anyway.” 

You smiled gratefully at his words, taking a seat next to him. 

“Yea, so strong I tried to send him half naked pictures for reassurance.” 

Calum shook his head, “I wish you could see how hot you are.” 

Your eyes widened at the compliment, your head dropping to avoid his stare as blood rushed to your cheeks. 

“I’d be happy to reassure you whenever you want.” he continued, bumping his knee against yours under the table. 

“Doesn’t count.” you dismissed, before sipping your coffee. “You're my best friend, you’re obligated to tell me I’m pretty.” 

“Doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.” he muttered back quietly, his expression dropping slightly. He hated when you deflected his compliments. All he ever wanted to do was make you feel good, and you made it very difficult for him when you blocked every swing he took at the wall of insecurity that Cam had built around you. He would kill Cam if he could. 

You let out an apologetic sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. 

“M’sorry, you’re right. I love you for that, the only thing keeping me sane.” 

Your heart squeezed as he hugged you back. 

Calum was perfect, he was sweet, and funny, and quite literally your favorite person on earth. Not to mention you had been hopelessly in love with him since practically the beginning of your friendship. But as his best friend you had heard over and over just how uninterested he was in a relationship. Everytime you would ask about his love life he would just respond, 

“I’m just not the boyfriend type, m’not cut out for it.” shrugging nonchalantly. 

Which you thought was laughable because anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend, in fact sometimes you would let yourself pretend he was yours. 

Like,in a busy club with his hands on your hips, guiding you through the crowds. So close behind, you could feel each exhale on the back of your neck, as his eyes darted around the room to ensure there weren’t any potential threats to your safety, in the form of drunk overzealous flirts. Or after a night out when he got cuddly and clingy, and would find his way from the couch into your bed. You’d wake up with his cheek pressed against your chest and his arms snaked around your torso as he released soft breaths that caused goosebumps to rise on your exposed skin. You’d let yourself imagine that you had this every morning and that he would wake up any minute to smother your face in kisses and tell you he loved you. And of course, here he was again this morning being so thoughtful and kind and everything you wanted in a boyfriend. And here you were again swimming in his praises and physically having to restrain yourself from kissing him. 

Begrudgingly, you pulled away and stood up. 

“Gonna get changed.” you spoke. 

“I’m making us breakfast.” Calum called as you walked away. You hummed in response and slipped into your room. 

Once in the privacy of your own room you quickly pulled on a pair of leggings and a hoodie before scurrying to the bathroom sink and splashing cold water on your face in hopes of ridding yourself of any romantic thoughts towards your best friend.

Although you weren’t aware, Calum was doing the very same thing just a few feet away. Internally reminding himself repeatedly that it was never gonna happen with you. He wasn’t good enough to be anyone’s boyfriend, let alone yours. You didn’t want him that way and he could almost trick himself into believing that he was okay with that.

You hastily finished brushing your teeth before returning to the kitchen. You were greeted with the sight of Calum’s back, he stood over the toaster cutting an avocado and humming a song you didn’t recognize quietly to himself.  He looked over his shoulder as your footsteps approached. 

“Hungry?” he questioned. 

“You have no idea.” you affirmed, as he fixed a plate for you both. 

“Good. I was thinking we could watch something while we eat,” 

“Fine with me.” you responded, hoping he wouldn’t notice the distraction laced in your voice. Your focus had easily been stolen from the conversation to how easy it was to see his back muscles flex through the thin material of his jumper. 

But of course he did, it was Calum after all. 

“Y’alright?” he said, handing you a plate. 

“Uh, yep.” you rushed out. 

“Not still thinking about Cam, are you?” 

“No, not at all.” you answered honestly, walking to the couch, Calum trailing closely behind you. 

“Then what’s got you all flustered?” 

“You” you thought, taking a seat in the furthest corner. 

“I’m not flustered.” 

“Bullshit” he countered, sitting practically on top of you. 

You let out a huff, and motioned to the other  completely empty side of the couch. 

“Is there a reason we aren’t practicing personal space right now?” 

He laughed softly at your question and nuzzled closer into your side. 

“Yea, you’re all pouty, looks like you need a cuddle.” 

 “I’m really fine Cal.” you shoved him lightly but saw no results, he just scooched in even closer and bit into his toast. 

The two of you sat in silence while some newly released action movie played on your TV. Calum’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders keeping you tight to his side, and although you could’ve sworn that you had been in this exact same position hundreds of times, you felt as if this were the very first time. Every single one of your nerves were on fire and the warmth that had flooded your body was making you antsy. 

Feeling overwhelmed by your senses, you allowed your eyes to flutter close with a deep inhale. 

“You okay?” Calum whispered, dipping his head down slightly to reach your ear.

You opened your mouth to respond but didn’t trust your voice to protrude through your shaky exhales, settling for a subdued nod instead. 

“You sure?” his words were long and drawled out, despite your eyes being closed you knew his proximity from the feeling of his breath just behind your ear. 

Before you could speak up his hand secured itself just above your knee, and your muscles flexed involuntarily at the contact. 

“Relax, y/n” he continued, his thumb beginning to run repeatedly over a spot on your inner knee. 

Everything in your brain was screaming at you to excuse yourself, maybe even kick him out, anything to gain some space and hopefully some clarity from the cloud of sexual tension that was looming over the two of you and blurring boundaries at lightning speed. But you were essentially frozen in place, petrified that any movement would alert Calum to the way he was affecting you. 

Your head lolled back to rest on his forearm which was lying behind you on the couch and finally peeled your eyes open, staring up at the ceiling. 

He watched you from the corner of his eye, taking note of every rise and fall of your chest, every thick swallow of your throat. 

If there was one thing Calum was well versed in, it was his ability to read you, he liked to think he knew you better than anyone else in the world. He could tell exactly how you were feeling just by watching you, your face, your breathing and he was more than shocked when he started getting the feeling you were no longer upset but something far more appealing. 

Were you turned on? Right here in his presence? The thought made blood rush to his dick, which twitched in his pants when another breathy sigh passed your lips. 

“What’re you thinking about, love?” 

Everything in you urged you to answer honestly, just tell him the truth. “You, I’m thinking about you. I’m always thinking about you.” But you couldn’t do that, so instead you deflected. 

“What’re you thinking about?” you countered, meeting his eyes. 

Calum questioned his next words very carefully, debating whether or not he could recover if he was wrong about what you were feeling and you shut him down. It was pointless though, he knew he would never recover from your rejection. He also knew that spontaneous combustion wouldn’t look very good on his tombstone and that’s exactly what would happen if he spent one more minute not kissing you. 

Fuck it. 

“That pretty little set you had on last night.” he confessed. 

That you weren’t expecting. 

A quiet whine rang from your throat and you were far too affected to feel embarrassed. 

And that did it, Calum was now impossibly hard in his pants, no doubt leaking precum onto his boxer briefs. He needed to get his hands on you, now. 

His hand started to slowly travel up your thigh, goosebumps rising on every centimeter they passed. 

“So gorgeous in red, aren’t ya y/n?”

“Cal,” you hissed when his thumb brushed the sensitivity of your inner thigh. 

“Mm.” he hummed. “It’d be pretty hard fo’me to stop right now, but I will if that’s what you want. Is that what you want, love?” 

He was sure he’d cry if he had to let go of you now, but he needed to hear you say it. 

“No, don’t wanna stop.” you whined, turning your body flush to his.

“Whaddya want then, baby? Hm?” You could feel his every word on the flushed skin of your neck as he leaned into the crook.

“Want you.” 

He could’ve came then and there. 

“Then I’m all yours.” he admitted before crashing his lips on yours. 

Your heart was in your stomach as his tongue entered your mouth, explorative and eager. He was too busy memorizing your taste to notice your fingers tugging at his sweater. You attempted to push it up desperate to feel his skin under your hands. You were able to pull the fabric up about halfway before they were blocked by his arms that were holding you close against him.

Calum laughed when you pulled apart from the kiss, giving him a disappointed look. 

“Want it off?” he teased. 

You couldn’t bother to be embarrassed when you nodded eagerly in response. He didn’t waste any time peeling the fabric off of his skin, and you were quick to lightly run a finger across the ink feather just below his collarbone. 

Now it was his turn to tug on your clothes, “Level the playing field?” 

You nodded, lifting your arms and allowing him to lift the sweatshirt over your head leaving your chest completely bare. Calum groaned at the sight of your tits, his hands quickly finding your waist and tugging you down to lay on your back in one swift motion. 

Once you were laid out in front of him he took the opportunity to explore the new skin. His hands left a lingering warmth as they dragged across your stomach and despite the kind words and endearing demeanor that he always upheld with you, you found yourself shying under his gaze, wanting to curl away from him. As your hands began to wrap around your stomach in an attempt to cover yourself up he quickly pushed them away, locking them in place on either side of you. 

“Wanna see everything baby, all of you.” he cooed in your ear before nipping at the lobe. 

His kisses began to travel down your neck, sucking a few marks to your collar bones and the surrounding areas. When his fingers grazed over a fresh bruise in the dip just between your neck and shoulders you hissed lightly. 

“You look so pretty marked up for me. All mine, aren’t you baby? Not Cam’s, mine. Say it.” 

“Yours, Cal.” you admitted, feeling your body sink further into the couch. You had never felt drunk off of someone’s words before and the experience was leaving you sputtering, completely compliant to your best friend. 

He hummed contently at your confession, his large hands gripping at your hips, before slowly peeling your leggings off.

“Y’feel so good in my hands, like you were made for me.” his thumbs poking at the soft skin, just beneath your panties. 

The feeling of his hands so close to where you needed them, but not quite there was driving you crazy. 

“Cal, please.” you begged. 

He groaned before tugging at the cotton covering you. “Cam’s a fucking idiot, y’know that? He had the prettiest girl in the world and treated her like shit. I’d never do that, wanna worship you baby.” 

It was ridiculous how overwhelmed his words were leaving you, all desperate and squirming. As his fingers met the soaked expanse of your cunt you couldn’t hold back the throaty moan it elicited. 

A pornographic sigh followed close behind, one that made Calum want to pinch himself to ensure he wasn’t in the midst of a haunting dream. 

“Soaked f’me darling.” he mused, running his fingers up and down your folds to completely coat you in your arousal. You whimpered at the feeling, bucking your hips up desperate for friction. 

Tutting while shaking his head, he used one hand on your lower stomach to press you back down to the couch. 

“Stay still for me won’t you, love?” he cooed, continuing to run his fingers over your core lightly. 

When you bobbed your head up and down in agreement he lifted your leg to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your calf. 

“Hm, good girl.” he praised, softly laying your leg back down. 

Calum hovered above you, dipping his head down every so often to peck at your chest, his fingers still unrelenting. The knot in your lower stomach tightened every second that passed and you felt like you could scream at any second, yearning to be full. 

Calum felt like he could burst any minute himself but was determined to make this experience the best of your life. He wanted to give you something to remember, a reason to want more. 

Your soft moans and frustrated grunts alerted him to your neediness and he was just about ready to give in for the both of you. 

“What do you need from me, baby?” he said against your shoulder before peppering kisses across your collar bones. 

You could only respond with an airy moan when his fingers found your clit. 

“Hm? My fingers?” You shook your head aggressively. He knew exactly what you wanted, the tease. 

“No? Want my mouth?” he teased further, leaving an opened mouth kiss in between your tits. 

“Cal,” you sighed. “Fuck me, please.”

He groaned at your words, nipping lightly at the skin before ridding himself of his pants. 

“You’re a fucking dream, y’know that?” he praised, desperately searching for a condom in his pants. When he finally located one he held it up to you as if it were a prized possession, smiling proudly at his own preparedness. 

He hastily freed himself from the constraints of his boxers and rolled the condom on, never once taking his eyes off of the blissful expression on your face. 

“Ready?” he questioned, his tip lightly pressing at your entrance. You nodded and sucked in a breath, bracing yourself for the stretch, your eyes falling closed in the process. 

When a few seconds went by and nothing happened you opened your eyes to find Calum staring down at you in awe. 

“Cal,” you whined. “what’re you doing?” 

Your words seemed to break him from his trance, he shook his head and muttered an apology to you. 

“Sorry, fuck you’re pretty. You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” 

“Then stop waiti-” your words were cut off by a sharp hiss that couldn’t have been prevented as his length finally pressed into you. 

“Fuck.” Calum groaned his head falling back. You felt too good around him, seriously he was fucked, completely ruined for you. 

You felt the exact same as your silky moans filled the room. You had never been filled this good and you questioned how you had gone so long without this. 

“M-move” you sighed, clenching around him. 

You could hear his breath catch at the feeling and he grunted out a strained, “Need a minute.” 

He held himself in place for a few more seconds until his breaths began to even out once again before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in. 

You yelped, pulling your lip between your teeth in hopes to drown the sound. 

He continued slamming into you at an unrelenting pace, taking notice of each time your eyes would roll back when he brushed against your g-spot. He could write a book about how good you looked all fucked for him. 

As his thrusts grew closer together you could feel your release creeping up on you.  

“Cal, need’ta cum.” you stuttered out. 

His hands tightened around your hips, pulling you even closer to him as his head poked at that spot again. 

“Go on baby, let go.” he encouraged, willing himself to hold out a little longer as your walls fluttered around him. 

Once you had came it only took him about three more thrusts before he was painting the condom with his release, groaning your name as his hand searched for yours to intertwine them as he came down from his own high. 

  His body flopped next to yours on the couch, both of you struggling to fit next to each other in such a small space, not that either of you minded the close quarters. 

Your fingers remained laced together as you caught your breath, Calum peppering kisses to your shoulder and mumbling praises into your skin. 

“You’re an angel. God, I just- I love you.” he said, causing your head to snap in his direction. 

He looked like a deer in headlights when you asked for him to repeat himself. 

“I love you?” he obliged.

“Is it a question?” 

“No, I’m just not used to saying it.” he admitted, vulnerability clear in his eyes. 

You wanted to kiss away the worried crease in his forehead but instead pressed your lips to his, pulling apart a fraction of an inch to speak after a few seconds.

“I love you too.” you ensured. 

Calum eyes widened, not expecting you to say it back, at least not so soon. He had so much he wanted to say to you but figured all of it could be summed up by another kiss to your soft lips. So he closed the distance once again, using a bit more force this time in hopes it would convey the strength of his feelings for you.

[the-other-art-blog]

A little late to the party, but I want to talk about Polin and the changes in s3.

I literally finished the book a day before they announce the synopsis. And you can imagine my reaction pretty much was this:

It’s been only a few years since I really started paying attention to adaptations and how badly they do it. I seriously wonder when did an adaptation became a synonym to fanfiction? Like, these people claim to love the source material, yet make such dramatic changes that sometimes readers hardly recognize the characters on screen.

And I have to say, I love RMB. I really did. How could I not? It has the friends-to-lovers, best-friend/sibling, and unrequited-turned-requited tropes. It gives me such AmyLaurie vibes!!! 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰

I loved Penelope. And I will never forgive the show for tuning LW into a TV Notas type of column. In the book, Penelope only mocked those who deserve it, like Cressida. She would have never wrote about Marina’s pregnancy. It was just gossip, no harm was done. Otherwise, why would Sophie be such a fan? She only offered a glimpse into the ton, and mocked at people in power. And maybe it help to de-glamourize their lives, like with the maid wars. I can imagine that part was very amusing for the common people. Moreover, LW never wrote ill of Sophie, even when she knew she had been a maid for the Bridgertons. On the contrary, Sophie counts everytime she appears. It makes her feel special!

But most importantly, there’s a beautiful growth that happens. At the end of AOFAG, there is hint for RMB. After 11 years of being LW and writing about other people’s lives, Penelope is ready for her own story to take front and center. And that’s what happens in RMB. Penelope says goodbye to her secret identity and starts writing as herself. I was so happy to see she wrote an autobiographical novel! One that she can proudly claim as her own and get the recognition she deserves.

Yet, judging by the synopsis, LW is not going anywhere. I mean, who knows, but I don’t think the show wants to end it. It’s been only 2 years of the column, so Pen won’t have as much $ as in the book. And I don’t like that they might take the growth away from her. However, I do like that she wants to get married to get away from her family.

As for Colin. I really wish the show had hinted his writing too. They really didn’t need to do much. Just a tiny scene where he’s unpacking and he puts a bunch of diaries on his desk, or him reading a notebook? Polin fans would know instantly what that is, and it would make sense for the rest of the audience once they clear that up in s3. People would be like “oh, so that’s what he was doing all along?” I see people here fearing they will get rid of his writing.

[realize-nine-crime]

Thoughts on the Rebelde series

🚨🚨🚨 SPOILERS AHEAD 🚨🚨🚨

First thing first, I’m a fan of RBD and the og series so i wasn’t too exited for this new series, to be honest I wasn’t expecting much and my plans where to just do a hate watch and that’s it BUT my opinion changed and let me tell you why with some pros an cons

Pros

I literally was shocked when I saw Pilar on my screen in the first episode, was not a fan of her in the og rebelde but i was happy to see her 

Celina my beloved how amazing you are

The trama was good at first I liked that they didn’t do a new universe inspire by the og series and didn’t erased RBD, like they did some references in a few episodes and my nostalgic self was happy 

Dixon and Andi fav characters 

Dixon was cute and was very sweet with MJ, really loved his accent to the point that when he was on my screen i was hoping for him to talk a lot and I like that he was a good friend and was trying to make peace when the others where fighting, he has king energy and I love him

Andi i love how she was herself from the start and that she was a gay mess everytime Emilia was near, really loved how careful she was with Emilia when she told her that she hasn’t been with other girl, we support  queen Andi here 

Luka’s character was good and i liked how he was slowly realizing that he did care about the band and the way he changed his attitude once he was told that Esteban was his brother

The new set’s are cool wish we could’ve seen more of the school 

The original song and covers where good and Dixon’s rap was my fave

The uniforms look really cool and they way they styled them was good to watch, special mention to Dixon’s skirts and Lukas outfits

I like how MJ changed in every episode like you could see from the first episode that she was kind of shy and that everything was so new to her and seeing her be free and happy with herself at the end was cool

Cons

The lodge trama, I like it but I think they could have done more yk, like just 8 episodes wasn’t enough, I remember in the og series that the lodge was a big deal for a lot of episodes and it was predictable that Sebas was the leader but bonus points for the secretary being part of it, really took me by surprise 

Marcelo being Esteban’s dad was a bit predictable they set it up good but I knew like two episodes before Esteban’s mom said it  

I was so sure that one of the RBD members would make a cameo but 🤡🤡🤡 I was at the edge when MJ saw Roberta’s clothes thinking that Dulce Maria would appear behind her 

I hated that netflix did the sex scenes but you know it’s netflix and they love to sexualize teenagers so 

The songs, please if they’re gonna use the songs please just use them in the background or something like in Mamma Mia here we go again when they used chiquitita in one scene but it was just the instrumental (idk if it was chiquitita) but please don’t try and do new versions, the og’s are good and should not be touch, I get that they want another generation of fans but pls make original music like RBD did with Rebelde way if you know what i mean 

Now with the character’s, Esteban and Jana where ok but i wish they didn’t make them a couple so soon, and bc of that I couldn’t enjoy them much

MJ was great in the first few episode’s but with Sebas manipulating her to make her think that Jana was pushing her to be her shadow ruined her for me a bit, I understand why she did that in the final episode but at the same time I didn’t like it so I hope in the second season they fix it, I love her and Dixon together tbh. 

I think this is all i have to say for now, I liked the series and it was more than I expected so kudos to netflix for making me change my opinion on this new idea and please remember this is my opinion and that I’m judging based on my nostalgia, I think it was great and that they will have a bunch of new fans if they keep it interesting enough in the future maybe I’ll do a rewatch or something

[tal-yadin]

Ok so i have Thoughts on this episode. Lots of them. Let's start at the beginning.

It got long so it's under the cut:

That opening scene. Can i say how much i appreciate that they gave us that scene? Just. Ugh. So much. They could have smash cut back to the mansion but they didn't. Instead we get Porsche curled up on the bed, clearly Not Ok, asking the question any normal person would ask in this scenario which is "why did this happen to me?"

And we have Kinn who is also Not Ok, but who is also aware that porsche is victim here (guilt? Check) and is sitting there trying to answer his questions. They might not be the answers porsche wants, but he still tries. His exit is a bit abrupt but he only leave after porsche asks him to (and the way porsche pulls the covers up, Hiding?! I died). He clearly cares, now if only he could maintain the effort (spoiler: he can't).

Next, wer'e back at the mansion and kinn is immediately taken to see papa korn. Now this is one of our first korn scenes since ep 1 and again they clearly tell us from the get go that while kinn might be the heir to the empire, he's not yet King. That's papa korn. He knows what happened, he's not fooled by kinn's poker face and while he does understand kinn's sentiment he's trying to teach him an important lesson: appearances matter, kinn can't just be king, he's gotta look like one.

Now when korn refers to what happened Before i couldn't figure out what exactly he was talking about. Is he talking about kinn's mom? Or maybe about the last time kinn let sentiment rule him (the ex boyfriend situation we heard mentioned before)? Either way, kinn has clearly got the message, although it's important to note that punishing porsche was kinn's idea, korn never actually voices an opinion on the matter. Which leads me to think that kinn maybe didn't get the Right message or at least he went to the extreme in an attempt to appease korn (needlessly), more on this later.

Next, the punishment scene. Gonna be honest with you, i barely watched it, i skipped most of it, only caught glimpses. might go back at a later date but while watching the ep i absolutely Could Not. I was dreading this scene since the preview last ep. I was thinking the whole time we were waiting for the ep that it won't be so bad if this is just ken and big being shitheads, like fine whatever, they suck, but then KINN SHOWED UP and i swear to god i lost my shit. I was screaming at the screen, because this bitch, this was all his Fault, porsch was literally collateral damage WHAT THE FUCK JXHFJXH

You can bet you ass i was swearing at the screen everytime kinn was on it for the rest of the ep HOW DARE HE - *deep breath* moving on.

The flashback scene was so good. Porsche has just been through a (more than one, actually) traumatic exprience and they show us the consequences. He's not ok, how could he be, he's practically trapped in it still what with kinn BEING A BITCH. There's nowhere and no one for him to turn to.

Pete to the rescue as always, my sunshine boy is such a good friend. I saw the comedic misunderstanding bit they did coming from a mile away so it didn't bother me much, but it did bring up an interesting detail.

The bodyguards don't actually know that kinn and porsche had sex.

It was my assumption that it was common knowledge because korn knew immediately, but korn also knows his son, kinn can't hide shit from him. And like chan is korn's man so he also knows, but pete had no idea what porsche was talking about beyond the punishment. Even if it was just a rumor and he didn't believe it, pete would have still heard about it. So from the rest of bodyguards pov porsche was drugged and kidnapped because he was careless (chan's words) and that's what the punishment was about. It changes the situation and adds to my theory of kinn overreacting to the situation.

Pete's concern also gives a different perspective that kinn might have not considered. Porsche is the new guy sure, but he's charismatic. He's got friends. They're gonna remember this just as much as porsche, they might even feel the injustice of it (might actually consider it an injustice if they ever find out about everything that happend - looking at the dick you couldn't keep in your pants, kinn)

Ok so porsche goes to kinn to ask premission to go with khun to yok's bar. He's quiet, he's uncomfortable, he doesn't look kinn in the eyes. He got the message from the punishment loud and clear: porsche is just a bodyguard and kinn doesn't give a shit. (It's not True, but kinn has well and trully dug himself into this particular hole, and he can damn well dig himself out as far as i'm concerned.)

Kinn, of course, goes and makes things even worse by waving the request away, because porsche is wrong footed to start with and now kinn is confusing him even more. Like, lay down some fucking guidelines kinn, how is a guy supposed to know what's allowed and what's not if you keep changing the fucking rules every ten seconds???

Like i get that he's got a crush on porsche and i get that he appearantly loses every single braincell he owns around him, but that's NOT AN EXCUSE KINN- i'm fine. I'm fine. We're moving on.

At yok's bar we see porsche back in his element more or less, still quieter than usual, but he's smiling a little at the boys enjoying the drinks he made. It's at this point in the scene that i realized he was wearing an overshirt and had to pause to have a crisis over it. Porsche 'tits out on every occasion' is wearing an overshirt?! The most covered we've ever seen him in civilian clothes was a tshirt. And now he's wearing an overshirt.

There's a practical component to it probabely, after the punishment, his chest, shoulders and maybe arms were covered rash, so he can't show skin. But it's also about him feeling exposed, he added an extra layer just like he pulled the covers up in the first scene.

The parellals between porsch and kinn trying to have casual sex was well done. Porsche is trying, he really is, he's going through the motions, but all he can think about is what happened while he was drugged (in the novel as far as i know, they make it about how only kinn turns him, i really liked that they changed it) porsche just had a traumatic experience with sex of course he can't manage to just jump back to it.

Kinn is having a different set of issues on his end. I mean he very clearly want porsche, he's trying to recreate what he did with porsche and ooh boy is it not working. (Was i enjoying his pain? Absolutly. Was i feeling bad for his partner? Kinda yeah, kinn had the poor guy by the hair by the end of it.)

So the night at yok's is winding down and enter from left stage, Vegas. On a motorcycle. I had to pause at this point to catch my breath because bilble on a motorcycle is a sight (Sir, sir please).

Last episode i mentiond that vegas is a smooth guy and you know what, i stand by it. Like, we alrady know that he's bad news. A walking red flag. The rest of the bodyguards from the main family know it too, but porsche Doesn't. Because nobody told him. Kinn warned him away from the guy but didn't explain why and porsche's previous meetings with the guy were amicable enough.

And vegas takes shameless advantage of that fact. We know he's got someone leaking him information about what goes on in the mansion, so he knows about the punishment and knows about the isolation. He know that porsche is vulnerable. He brings a motorcycle, he's showing porsche they have common interests. He let's porsche drive, making a show of trust. he expresses concern and offer the support that he Knows porsche isn't getting anywhere else. Even his friends among the bodyguards still belong to kinn. But vegas is an ousider. He's not beholden to kinn, has actually shown in the past that he has no issue opposing him.

Vegas is tailoring this persona entirely to porsche and his situation. And it is working.

That scene of them arriving at the mansion, a small part of my brain was shrieking at vegas to get the fuck away from my boy, but the rest of me was just so, so relieved to see porsche smiling ear to ear, flushed and being offered support that he's not getting anywhere else, i didn't even care that it was coming from vegas.

And then kinn again. Being a cunt. And he doesn't even know that he's playing right into vegas' plan. Like how clear is the contrast between kinn's casual cruelty to vegas' (Fake) kindness in that scene? It might as well be projected against the night sky like the fucking batsignal. (Bitch if you don't pull your HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS I SWEAR-)

Korn and porsche's scene was one of the more interesting in the episode. Korn, as we've established know everything that's going on. As soon as porsche asks to be assigned to someone else papa korn knows that kinn pushed too hard. It's that extreme i was talking about earlier. Korn wanted kinn to think about appearances, but there's what things look like and then there's what they are. You have to strike the balance. Kinn did not.

Korn giving porsche a week at home is him giving kinn the oppurtunity (and a firm fucking nudge) to course correct. And he knows that kin will take it, because korn knows his son is absolutly fucking stupid for our boy porsche. It's also korn letting porsche get his balance back, not just because porsche is badly rattled and korn wants him to Want to stay, but also because if he's comfortable he's more likely to give kinn the opportunity to fix what he broke.

Porsche being back home was the balm to my soul, i was legit tearing up.

Pete is really is in his element this episode, being a good friend, talking sense whenever he opens his mouth, my boy is doing so good. (Also it's in this scene that i realise that kin is wearing eyeliner?! Like really sharp eyeliner, boy might be an asshole but he sure be slaying.) Can i personally thank whichever director was responsible for that scene, for giving us that full body shot so that we don't accidently forget that pete is saying all this meaningful stuff while butt naked in front of his boss?

Porsche hanging out with his friends was really nice, i kinda missed them. And them immediately clocking that something was wrong? I really love their dynamics. Like, it's clear that there's trust there, because back in ep 1 jom gave porsche the money and porsche took it even though it was obviously hard for him to do. I would have liked to maybe see porsche open up to them, but of course kinn had to come and crash the party.

Watching jom and tem air all the dirty laundry porsche gave them about kinn, to the man's face was hilarious, i was howling. Like this fucker was sitting there, slowly getting more and more murderous, having to smile through porsche's friends talking shit about him while porsche is downing beers like he's trying to drown himself, it was just Pure Gold XD

And then the friends leave and then there were two. Porsche is back to being uncomfortable, but he's also in his home turf, so he gets right down to it and asks and kinn flies off the handle (remember pips, kinn's brain shoves every coherent thought down the fucking garbage disposal as soon as porsche is in the picture, like this is not new, at this point it's a pattern) and then pauses and recalls pete's advice.

Listen this asshole looks like he's in Physical Pain trying to talk to porsche like a sane human being, i was relishing in every fucking moment of his suffering ok?

And then lo and behold our resident mafia bastard actually apologizes *shocked pikachu meme*. Like, i know, he actually said sorry, with his mouth and everything, this is Huge.

And of course they're interrupted before they can actually talk, of fucking course.

Jokes aside the action scenes were really good. Loved watching ken and big crash their bikes - this is karma bitches!! Also daddy chan headshooting the guy in the truck? that was Hot (i thirst for him a normal amount, shut up).

Was not expecting the kidnapping plot so soon, but i am absolutely not complaining. Is kinn still on my shit list? Yes. But i'm no longer inclined to hit him with a chair every time he's on the screen, so you know, progress :)

Now let's jump to kim(chay)'s plotline real quick. Kim is sneaky snoop and papa korn has absolutely got his number. Still not sure what he's looking for but consider me invested. Him trying to get info out of chay and instead getting to hear baby boy gushing about porsche for 10 whole minutes was funny as shit, and then trying to wave chay off only to find out the power of the Cute this boy has. Kim is helpless against, Helpless i tell you.

Also allow me to dedicte this entire paragraph to my king tankhun who know all, sees all and is the best boy. This is the tankhun show, do you hear me?!

All in all it was a good episode, this show is bringing everything to the table as always (can you tell that it has got me by the throat and won't let go?)

[tzuyuscloud]

You're clingy tzuyu fic was so cuuute. Can you do the same thing with nayeon and a longer fic?

Sure! I'm glad you enjoyed it! Also I'm not great with longer lengths but I'll give it a shot.

Clingy Nayeon HC

You felt bad that you rarely got to spend time with your wife between all of your office hours and business trips she was constantly home alone with your guys' son. He wasn't hard to deal with, but you knew it could get exhausting to never get time alone. So you decided to take a few weeks off of work to spend time with them.

You entered the front door of your home expecting to hear a baby crying or your wife cooing to him, but it was silent. "Baby I'm home" you called out immediately regretting it realizing your son could be asleep.

Walking around the house, you searched for Nayeon eventually finding her laying in the shared bedroom asleep. "awe I'm sorry I left you princess. I'll do better I promise. I'm trying so hard to make you and our son happy by giving you both what you want and deserve, but I feel like I just keep disappointing you." You ranted thinking she didn't hear you.

"baby no" you looked up to see Nayeon fully awake and staring at you with love in her eyes. "I love you so much y/n and you aren't a disappointment. Baby and I are so lucky to have you in our lives" she sat on your lap and wrapped her body around you like a koala bear. "I will not be leaving this spot" she protested out of the blue.

And she didn't move from that spot. You had carried her everywhere around the house because she literally refused to get up. Once you found out your son was at his grandparents house for the weekend that lessoned your worries on what to feed him since he got his pickiness from you sadly.

Nayeon had pouted when you went to set her down on the kitchen island so you could prepare dinner her exact words being, "I don't care about food I just want your warmth" which made you chuckle knowing damn well when you cook she would want nothing to do with you.

"baby please let me cook I'm not going anywhere" you sighed to the shorter brunette who was hugging you from behind. It was better than her practically hanging off of you but still.

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The two of you laid in bed Nayeon was resting, cuddled into your side. You didn't bother getting up knowing you already ate and had water so there would be no other reason to disrupt you're wife's peace. So you thought. Not even a full minute later an incoming facetime call was coming through and it was your in-laws.

"hi mom! Dad!" You waved through to phone and held it to an angle so that they saw Nayeon as well. "Hi y/n, Nayeon." They greeted, "guess who's on the phone" they turned around speaking to our son. His small chubby face then appeared on the screen and his smile lit up. "MOMMA! MOMMY!" He shouted out of joy.

"hi baby" you and Nayeon both said in unison. You chatted on the phone for a while, loving the way his face lit up everytime you or Nayeon spoke.

"can we have cuddle time now? I just want you to talk to me about your week at work so I can fall asleep to the sound of your voice" you're wife mumbled tiredly. She was already on the verge of calling it a night but as you watched as she forced herself to stay awake just so she could spend extra time with you. And that's exactly what you did, and in no time she was peacefully asleep cuddled into your side.

[infinitesimal-ghost]

Despite not having thought about Sanders Sides in a hot second I had an extremely vivid dream last night where the orange side was finally revealed. 

Logan was absent, and the orange side manifested in what appeared to be almost an exact copy of Janus’s courtroom apparel, but in orange and black instead of yellow and black. He also had a fedora instead of a bowler hat. Everytime he was on screen I could literally SMELL oranges. I dont know how that worked but it did and it was wonderful.

As for his function: I have no clue what it was.

He spent much of the episode just messing with Janus (much to Janus’s dismay) and being kind of a polite & friendly idiot despite everybody’s wariness of him, but I dont think his purpose/aspect was ever actually addressed.

Of course after waking up I checked Mr. Sander’s channel itself to see if perhaps my dream was a prophetic vision, but alas! We remain orangless!

Anyways all this to say: because I didnt really have a prediction for the orange side beyond “anger kind of maybe” and “connected to Logan” (like almost everybody else lol). This is now my (super epic and accurate im sure) prediction. Polite but idiotic fedora-wearing man who smells like oranges.

[savoies]

Remember Those Days - Dylan Holloway.

Summary: Dylan forgets your anniversary and slowly remembers.

Word Count: 1.7k 

Warnings: mentions of sex and maybe a few bad words.

A/N: This fic went through about five rough drafts until I finally came up with one I liked. It was supposed to be an angst fic but hey we deserve something cute every once in a while, enjoy!

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Today was your third year anniversary with Dylan. Honestly after a few years today your anniversary date was just spent at home doing whatever your heart desired together. Well today it seemed as though your boyfriend's heart desired to be with his friends.

“Babe I'm gonna hang out with the boys, I'll see you later ok.” he said as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. 

“Oh ok, but you’ll be home before six right?” you asked. 

“I was planning on coming back around ten, just depending on what we do, why do we have plans?” He asked, raising his eyebrow questionly. You shook your head no and let him walk out. You didn’t want to be one of those significant others that made a big deal out of it. You knew he was forgetful. I mean last week he had forgotten where he had left his phone the night before. You were used to this. At least you thought you were. Looking back at your time together Dylan had never forgotten any special dates. He had remembered all your firsts together down to a t.

Your first date.

First dates. Stereotypical to be an awkward time between two people to decide if they like like eachother or not. Well for you and Dylan that was not the case. Most sixteen year olds would go out to the movies or go down to the carnival in town (if there was one). But not you and him. Having grown up as acquaintances you were used to having him around. Honestly kind of surprised when he had asked you out but I mean hanging with Dylan was always a good time. It was a simple gesture and quite frankly you weren't sure how to say no. You had just gotten off of school and since both of you lived so close to each other he just decided to walk with you instead of asking one of his friends for a ride. 

“Hey Y/N wait up.” you turned around to be faced with the smiley blonde haired boy that you had grown accustomed to.

“Hey Holloway, whats up.” you spoke up as you kept your eyes trained on the ground. 

"You busy tonight?” he said as he nervously grabbed the straps of his backpack waiting for a response.

“Well considering I have homework but i'm pretending I don't then no i do not, why up for a late night adventure?” You looked up at him with a smirk. When you guys were younger you would sneak out of your rooms and go on adventures around the neighborhood until your parents would call you up and ask where you were.

“Actually kind of, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come over later?” he shot you a small smile hoping that you would get the hint of him asking you out.

You thought about his words as they registered in his mind. If this was a dinner with his parents then your family members would have known as well. But he was asking you specifically which meant only one thing. “Oh uhm like a date, I mean yeah uhm sure.” you smiled back at him. I mean how bad could it be. Being in a small space with one of the cutest and nicest dudes you knew, yeah not a big deal at all. 

Later that night as you went over to his house you did not suspect what was about to go down. This wasn't a basic date and I think that is why you remember it so well other than the fact that it was with Dylan. You guys spent the whole night cuddled on the couch watching hockey game reruns and just talking about life, and not one single moment did he make you feel uncomfortable. 

Your first kiss.

Kisses are supposed to be magical. First kisses are usually awkward and yours was both. It was late one night and both of you sat on your porch after a date just looking at the stars and enjoying each other's company before you had to get back inside. Maybe it was a in the moment thing or the fact that you really really enjoyed your time together but next thing you know both of you were leaning into each other. Which of course for it being your first kiss something has to go bad. Somehow both of you made a wrong move or something and next thing you know Dylan’s bottom lip was bleeding.

“Oh my god Dylan I am so sorry.” You spoke up as you tried looking for a napkin or something.

“Honestly if my lip had to bleed everytime i kiss you I can handle it.” he looked up at you softly.

“Oh my gosh you are literally bleeding and you're using this time to make moves on me.” You laughed.

“Hey, it's working right?” he laughed as you hit him on the shoulder and waved him goodbye as he walked back home.

First I love you.

I love you. Honestly seems like everyone makes those words a really big deal. Some people saying don’t say it back if you don’t feel the same way, others saying try to refrain from it as long as possible. For you and Dylan it had been about ten months into the relationship. Him being away at one of his many hockey games. He was anxious. Honestly the most anxious you had ever seen him like this. Some scouts were going to be there and he had to make a good impression which of course you weren't worried about but he was. He had called you saying that your voice calmed him.

“What do you want to talk about?” you questioned.

“Literally anything other than this game.” He let out a breath he had been holding.

“Well I had a burger today from that place you like.” You randomly blurted out.

“Wait are you serious, how rude of you not to wait for me.”

“Don't come between me and my food.” Both of you continued on talking about each other's day until his coach came into the locker room.

“Ok Y/N I have to go wish me luck.” He sighed.

“Good luck Dyl you got this, I love you.” And before you could stop yourself from saying it those three words that seemed so powerful slipped out of your mouth first. I mean you didn't expect to say it first. Or even say it so soon. You knew it was true and had felt this way for a while but you didn't think you'd fall for him so soon. 

“What what, dId you, can you repeat that.” Dylan spoke up as a huge smile grew on his face. Honestly he was planning on telling you tonight but it seemed as though you beat him.

“Ah fuck it, I love you Dylan Holloway now go kick some hockey player butt.” You smiled on the other side of the phone call.

“Holloway, get a move on.” His coach yelled.

“Ok babe I have to go, I love you.” After that night he brought back a win and both of you laid in bed together exchanging the three words back and forth with huge smiles on your faces.

First Anniversary.

Honestly if people had told you that one day you would be going out with the boy a few doors down you would’ve told them that they were crazy. But one year later you were still going strong. And doing the same thing you did for your first date except this time with chocolate. Lots of chocolate. It was sweet. Dylan having had practice earlier in the day and texting you many times throughout the day on how he thought it was crazy how someone like you could date someone like him. He came home tired and all you did was lay in each other's arms as you played with his hair and both of you slowly drifted off to sleep.

First time.

First times. Scary could be one word for them. Opening up to someone on a vulnerable and exposed level can be one way to see it. Another way to see it is giving yourself entirely to the person you love. 

Draft day. A special day in many hockey players' lives. The day that will basically decide their future for them. It’s like the game life. Picking a career and a salary except for them is someone else doing it for them. So here Dylan was waiting and waiting as they called names and teams. 

You were a few doors down following the live draft deciding that it was better if he got this special moment with his family and you guys could spend time together later. 

As your boyfriend's name appeared on your screen you jumped up and down your room. Dylan having exchanged hugs and done the whole post draft interviews he came over. As he walked into your room you jumped into his arms. 

“Dylan, I'm so proud of you.” you whispered in his ear.

“I love you.” He replied as he softly but needingly kissed you. As one thing led to another both of you were on top of each other exchanging messy kisses with the door closed. Hands all over each other as articles of clothing were scattered across the floor. 

Waking up from the events of the past night brought a smile to your face as you laid in your boyfriend's arms with your legs intertwined. 

~~~~

Dylan had come back home as soon as realization hit him. How could he have forgotten. You were sitting on the couch watching some random reality show that was playing. 

“Hey Dyl, why are you back so soon?”  you asked on why he was six hours earlier than he had said. 

“Y/N baby fuck i messed up. Shit im so sorry.” he came over and placed a kiss on your lips.

“Dyl baby it’s ok, I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me.” you smiled.

“Wait so I forget our three year anniversary and you're completely fine with it?” He asked.

“Remind me what we did for our first year anniversary.” You looked up your boyfriend.

“We sat in my room and watched hockey games.” He looked at you trying to see what you were getting at.

“And how long did that take?”

“I don’t know like three hours?” He questioned.

“So what's stopping us from doing it now, come here.” you said as you wrapped your hands around his taller figure. Both of you laid together for the rest of the day all your cares washing away.

[zeeamoe]

The Boy That Sits Alone In The Front Row Always Wears A Black Sweater

part 3 of this post click here for the previous part words: 2908 warning(s): -

At this point, I’ve gotten used to seeing that bundle of messy hair over the black sweater in the front row of the classroom. And since he was leaning against the wall, I could see his phone screen over his shoulder. As always, he was playing another game.

Did he wear the same black sweater as yesterday? Or did he grab a new one for today? I didn’t see his bag anywhere. There was only a half empty water bottle in front of him. Did he really come to class without bringing anything other than his phone and a water bottle? Come to think of it, wasn’t that yesterday’s bottle? 

I pulled out my phone, typing up a message.

- Is that the bottle I bought you?

I looked ahead. Since I was not too far behind him, I could see the pop up of my message on his screen, obstructing his game.

Then, I saw him swipe the message off, and he continued to play without a care.

What the…? Outrageous. I immediately typed in something else.

- Hey I saw that

- Don’t ignore my message

When I glanced up again, I saw him clicking on the message and started typing something. A few seconds later, my phone vibrated.

Skunk: No texting in class

- You were literally playing a game

Skunk: Why do you care?

- I don’t care

- I’m just bored

A small description at the bottom of my message said [Read], but he didn’t reply to it. I looked up to see that he had gone back to his game. I typed something up again.

- How was the chicken yesterday?

Skunk: It was alright

- Lies

- It was the best chicken you’ve ever had

- Now nothing you eat will ever amount to that chicken

[Read]

He didn’t reply.

I tried to see his phone again. The screen was filled with neon blue, and occasionally there were some dark colored shapes. Everytime his finger tapped on the screen, something square bounced to avoid the other shapes. So, a game where he had to navigate obstacles?

The screen kept moving forward until the square reached a wall. Right after that, something popped up, filling the whole screen, and I could make out three yellow stars. Does that mean he cleared a level or something? Huh.

He tapped something, and the screen turned purple. The weird shapes appeared again.

Interesting.

I watched as he controlled the tiny squares around the shapes flawlessly. He didn’t make any mistakes. I slowly turned my phone on and typed something.

Once I saw the wall showed up on his screen, I pressed send.

- Hey

His little square hit an obstacle and something different popped up. This time, I managed to read those big letters. [Game Over]. He clicked on my message.

Skunk: What

- Nothing

[Read]

Again, no reply. He was back to the game. The screen was still purple, so he definitely had to replay that level.

Just as before, I waited until he was nearing the end, and sent another message.

- :) 

Skunk: What are you doing?

- Playing my own game

[Read]

He ignored it and resumed playing. I wonder when he will catch on? As he kept replaying the same level, I kept sending meaningless texts right before he completed it.

- Dude

[Game Over]

- Zzz

[Game Over]

- Bro

[Game Over]

By the fifth time, he turned his head around and glared at me. I replied by holding up two fingers in a peace sign.

Skunk: Stop that

- Stop what

Skunk: I know what you’re doing

- I don’t know what you’re talking about

[Read]

He shifted his position so that I wasn’t able to see his phone screen anymore. His right hand reached up to scratch the back of his neck, then his fingers curled up, leaving only the middle one pointed.

- Rude

[Read]

He restarted the level.

Hadn’t he learned his lesson at all? Even though it was harder to see now, I managed to find an angle to get a glimpse, timing to send my message again.

- Yo

But, this time the message didn’t pop up on his screen. Instead, a window featuring the three stars popped up, which meant that he cleared the level without being disturbed.

He must have muted me.

Ah, no fun. I turned my phone off and sighed.

I had taken the time to look through his pointers last night. The problem was, it was actually helpful, and I could actually start on the project right away. I was even able to make the outline for the paper in three hours.

Hmm, that won’t do.

Right after the class ended, I said goodbyes to my circle of friends and walked up to him.

“Hey, come with me,” I said.

He was just about to leave, but stopped when I called out. He glanced around to see that my friends had all gone out of the classroom.

He asked, “Why?”

“Lunch! Let’s get kebabs in the cafeteria.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Even if I’m paying?”

He paused to think a bit. At least he was a little bit tempted.

“Yeah, nah.”

“Aw, come on. I’ll go in line, so you just have to wait at the table and play your games or whatever.”

“Why aren’t you going with your friends?”

“They all have other classes and blah blah something else to do.”

He looked at me weird.

I sighed.

“Just accompany me for lunch before I go to the next class.”

“Hmm… fine.”

“Yes!”

I walked out of the classroom as he followed behind me. Once we reached the cafeteria, there was a sea of students and I wasn’t able to see any empty seats. Other than that, almost all the food stalls had long lines of people. 

I turned to see that he already had a tired look on his face.

“Find a seat. I’ll wait in line.”

“...Mkay.”

He should be fine. I noticed that he wasn’t the type to be particularly uncomfortable with crowds. So, I guess his problem wasn’t related to his social life. Or maybe I was judging too early.

After I managed to get the food, I searched where he sat amongst the seats in the cafeteria. It wasn’t that hard to find. Most of the seats were big enough for four people, so he stood out by sitting alone at an empty table.

I put down two kebab wraps and two water bottles.

He grabbed one of the wraps and glanced at the water bottles.

“You didn’t have to buy the water, I still have some left.”

“That will literally finish in like two sips.”

“I’m going home after this anyway.”

This guy didn’t even try to be convincing. He didn’t have a water dispenser, and considering that he brought yesterday’s bottle to today’s class, he probably wouldn’t buy another bottle unless he was thirsty.

I chose not to point that out, though.

I asked instead, “You don’t have any more class today?”

“No.”

He opened his kebab wrap and started munching on it. I started to eat, too.

Why did his schedule sound so lax? Didn’t he have the whole day off just yesterday?

“On which days do you have classes?”

He finished swallowing his first bite before answering.

“I have double classes on Mondays and Thursdays. None on Tuesday.”

Oh, it wasn’t that much different from mine. I knew we had only three classes that overlapped. Today was Wednesday, so he only had one class in the morning.

“My day off is on Friday. Doubles for today and tomorrow.”

“What? That schedule’s so much better than mine.”

“Hehe.”

We both had six courses. But of course, having no classes on Fridays was much better than no classes on Tuesdays. It gave the impression of a long weekend.

It seemed that we both had two classes tomorrow, but we only overlapped on the first course.

I finished my kebab quickly and crumpled the wrap. He still had less than a half left. Probably because he was eating while playing another game on his phone. I ignored him and pulled out my laptop. And when I took out the notebook he gave me, he gazed away from his phone for a bit..

“Are you working on the project?” he asked.

I opened the draft, and replied without looking up.

“Yep. By the way, your pointers really helped. Thanks.”

He shrugged.

“How far have you worked on it?”

“I finished the structure.”

“That’s it?”

“In three hours.”

He made a perplexed face. What did he even mean by asking ‘that’s it?’ His pointers were just three pages long. Now I’m kind of offended. Then, he insulted me in a calm tone.

“Are you slow?”

“What the hell? I was proud of this!”

“A structure is something that can be done in 5 minutes.”

“No, it’s not? I’ve never done that.”

“Because you’re dumb.”

“Hey!”

He put down his kebab wrap and tapped on my laptop.

“Let me see.”

I turned my laptop towards him with a glare on my face.

He chewed another bite into his kebab as he read the outline I made. I couldn’t read his expression to see what he thought of it. He mumbled something, but I could hear it clearly.

“I thought I gave you some pretty good notes. Why is the structure so generic?”

I really wanted to hit his head with the empty water bottle. I inhaled deeply.

“Give me a break. I was tired, and it was late.”

“You had a three-hour nap.”

“Shut up.”

He ignored me and turned the laptop around. His finger pointed towards a part of my outline.

“Delete this bullet point,” He scrolled down and pointed at another part. “This one too. And the two below it. You were repeating what will be explained in the second part. It can meet the minimum length, but it will be unnecessary and you will just lose points.”

“Oh,” I immediately pulled the laptop towards me and started to do as he said.

He bit down the last bite of his kebab, and opened up the new water bottle I bought. After taking a sip, he continued.

“For the first part, add some theory from the seventh chapter. You can take a look from  the notes I gave you, and pick the ones that fit your topic the most. Also, add a bullet point in the third part for other cases. It works for comparison.”

“Mhm.”

Tap, tap, tap.

I focused on typing on my laptop as he was spouting tips. It took less than five minutes until we finished revising the outline of the structure. 

Once we were done, I read the outline again. It was way more comprehensive than what I came up with in three hours.

“Whoa.”

I looked up to see his face cheerfully. However, this guy only looked bored.

This much was nothing for him. It was such a waste of talent, so I had to use him somehow.

I grinned, “Wanna work on my project? I’ll pay you.”

He scoffed and got up from the table, with both of our crumpled wraps in his hand. I thought he was going to leave, but he only went to the garbage can to throw out the trash.

I yelled out to him, “Please? You already know my structure anyway! You’re halfway there!”

He grumbled as he walked back, “Halfway my ass. I’m not going to work on two projects at once.”

“You haven’t even started yours. You can just finish mine quickly and use it for inspiration.”

“I don’t need to work on yours to get inspiration. I know what I’ll be writing.”

Surprisingly, he sat back down at the table. I thought he would go back home after he finished eating. By now, the cafeteria was less crowded, because it was past the rush hour for lunchtime. And I still had about half an hour left until my next class. Was he going to stay until then?

He lazily rested his chin on his hand while the other took out his phone. Playing a game again, I guess.

I looked down on my laptop and started to type. But, my fingers stopped not long after. I had to go back and forth between websites and his notes just to progress and write another sentence. I didn’t even know where to start for each part.

The project weighed a lot on our final score, so the minimum length was a lot as well. I knew it would take a long time to put this project together. Yet, this guy in front of me didn’t seem to care.

Even if this would be easy for him, shouldn’t he start from now considering the length?

I asked out of curiosity.

“Why haven’t you worked on it? The project.”

His eyes never left the phone screen. “There’s still two months left.”

“You have to write 3,000 words for each part, and a presentation file.”

“I’m the type to finish it the day before.”

I clicked my tongue. Of course, I was like that too. I never had the motivation to do any of my work until there was only a day left. It was just that this project had a ridiculous requirement, and my passing grade was on the line.

Either I get an A on this project, or I have to redo this course.

After typing up a few points in one part of my draft, I turned the laptop towards him again.

“Can you take a look? What do you think?”

He was still on his phone, “...Mm wait.”

After a few seconds, he put it down and read what I worked on. It didn’t even take long until his face frowned. Did he even read it properly?

“Why would you use this theory?”

“In your notes you said it was best for this kind of case.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

He was so confident that I had to pull out the notes and flip to the second page. I held up the notebook right up to his face.

“See? This framework suits the type 1 case!”

I was already half getting up from my seat.

He only skimmed the page once and looked at me confusedly.

“What are you talking about? Your topic is type 3.”

…

I took the notebook, read it, and put it down. Then, I took my laptop and scanned the topic I picked. I spent a few minutes reading. He didn’t go back to his game, and was watching me instead.

I see. I made a mistake when I chose my topic and misclassified it. Well, this happened a lot. Only this time, someone noticed it before I submitted the assignment or was almost finishing it.

His face that showed annoyance slowly softened. Well, now he knows why I got 36 on this course.

He spoke carefully, “Do you… not understand the types of cases?”

“Hmm. I don’t know!”

I was uncomfortable because he sounded like he was genuinely worried, so I answered in a cheerful tone. For some reason, he took that as a pass to reply back sarcastically.

“Are you even paying attention in class?”

“I don’t want to hear that from someone who plays games in class.”

“I’m not the one with a failing grade here.”

He didn’t say the last sentence sarcastically. And he wasn’t wrong. I wouldn’t pay attention either if I had perfect scores all the time.

I rubbed my temples with both hands.

“It’s not like I’m not trying.”

I had another uncomfortable feeling when I saw his face softened again. But, then he opened his mouth.

“No, you’re just purely dumb.”

“Are you trying to comfort me or insult me?”

“I’m just stating facts.”

It was impossible to make peace with this guy, so I gave up. I went back to my laptop and fixed the parts I just wrote. Seeing that I didn’t ask him further about the part, he went back on his phone. 

I glanced at the corner of my screen. There were a few minutes left until my next class. I still had time, but I closed my laptop and started to pack my things. 

He was still staring at his phone even when I stood up from my seat.

After thinking for a little, I asked.

“Can we make a deal?”

“Hmm?”

I don’t know if this would work, I tried it anyway.

“I’ll clean your place every once in a while, and you help me with my project.”

“We had this conversation already.”

I hit his head with the bottom of my water bottle. Lightly. He got distracted from the game and missed the level. I continued my point.

“You won’t be working on my project. I’ll do it myself. Just… review it from time to time.”

He was rubbing his head where I hit him.

What a baby. I didn’t hit that hard.

What I didn’t expect was the words that came out.

“Hmm… kay.”

“Really?”

He just nodded.

Holy sh*t. It worked?

“Yes! Eat lunch with me again tomorrow. I’m going to class now. Bye!”

I left him before he could make another remark or take back his words. Only when I reached the elevator did I look back to the seat in the cafeteria. And it was already occupied by other people.

At least I had more excuses to see him now.

[marvelslut16]

I trust you

Prompt number: 31 “I trust you”

Fandom: Marvel

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Part two to Trust me for once.

Rating: T

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions blood, violence, and death. A lil angst. 

A/N: I just want to write for Bucky for the rest of fictober, someone stop me please. I don’t know why I love this fic so much, but I do. Maybe it’s my lack of sleep messing with me lmao. I passed 500 followers and I can’t possibly begin to explain how much that means to me and how much I love each and every one of you! When I started my Tumblr last year to write some shitty self indulgent fanfics I never thought anyone would ever read them. I never imagined having 500 people following my shitty blog. 

In the week and a half since Hydra had captured you, Bucky has been spiraling. When he got to the quinjet and turned to look for you, his heart fell into the pit of his stomach when he couldn’t find you. Everything you had said to him in the warehouse started to make more sense, you phrashed things a specific way; ‘so long as it gets you out of here safely.’ He knew you weren’t coming, but he still made Steve keep the quinjet there and wait until it was almost too late and the team was under attack again.

Back at the compound Bucky spends all of his time in his room or down in the gym punching- and breaking- one of the many punching bags, throwing his knives at targets, and working on his shooting. He isn’t sleeping and he isn’t eating, he won’t even talk to Steve when the super soldier tries to get him to talk- whether it be about what happened in the warehouse or anything in general. 

Steve, Sam, and Tony are exhausting every resource they have to find you, Hydra had moved you to another location as soon as the quinjet was out of sight of the base. On the rare occasion Bucky isn’t in the gym or his room, he's hovering over the shoulders of the three men hoping he’ll see something they missed. He doesn’t, and only succeeds in annoying aforementioned men with his brooding stares and silence. 

Bucky has nightmares on a daily basis again, something that his time in Wakanda with Shuri and T’Challa had gotten rid of. The only difference this time is he doesn’t see himself. He sees everything he went through, all the tourture he endured and the innocent bloodshed, but instead of him you’re in his shoes. He watches you get your brain turned into mush in the damn chair. He watches you forgetting everyone- forgetting him- and then going after the Avengers because you don’t know any better. He can never wake up from the nightmares, he’s stuck in them until he watches you die or you kill him. 

Twelve days after you’re taken, Bucky's down in the gym, sitting on a chair because the memories of you in the warehouse are consuming him. You saying that he hates you and to just trust you for once are playing on repeat. How could you think he doesn't trust you?

“I trust you!” he screams into the empty gym, wishing he’d told you so in the warehouse, hurling the knife that was resting in his hand into the wall across from him. He goes to run his hands through his long strands of hair, forgetting he had cut most of it off, something you would refer to as pulling a Britney. He has no idea what that even means, but you say it everytime you or Nat impulsively cut your hair super short. Instead he pushes the palms of his hands into his eyes, trying to push the memories away. “I could never hate you.”

Steve enters the gym quietly, observing his best friend for a few minutes. He’s never seen him this bad before, not even when he was consumed by guilt when he realized all of the innocent lives that were lost by his hands. Steve was aware that Bucky has had feelings for you since he saw you, immediately becoming infatuated with your beauty. His feelings continued to grow when he learned your humor, sarcasm, intelligence, and saw your skill in battle. Steve knew Bucky was intimidated and nervous, not as skilled with the women like he was seventy years ago and that’s why he didn’t talk to you, but Steve never realized that Bucky cared this much. 

“Hey Buck,” Steve finally speaks, causing Bucky to stand up and pretend he wasn’t just having a breakdown. “We’ve got something.”

Bucky doesn’t verbally respond, instead he brushes past Steve and walks out of the gym. Steve quickly leads the way to the lab, filling Bucky in on the new development. Hydra is streaming a live feed of you chained to a chair right to every computer and television screen in the compound. When the two get to the lab, packed with the rest of the Avengers huddling around the same screen, Bucky see’s you for the first time in twelve days. The first time you aren’t a figment of his imagination. You’re bruised and bloody: split lip with dried blood on your chin; dried blood on your forehead from where you must have wiped the blood from the cut on your eyebrow so it didn’t drip into your eyes before you were chained to the chair; you’re left eye black, blue, and bruised; your skin has a yellow hue and your cheeks are hollow from malnutrition. 

Bucky wants to scream, he wants to put a fist through a wall, and he wants to kill whoever laid a hand on you. The Avengers watch quietly as he squeezes through the gaps in the group's huddle so he can be by the screen. By you. You aren’t staring at the camera, instead staring straight in front of you, where he imagines Hydra agents are standing. 

“You don’t want another Winter Soldier,” your voice is the exact opposite of your appearance, it’s still so strong and determined. “You want the Winter Soldier. You wanted us to intercept the messages and show up at the base, it was an ambush.” 

“Very good, Ms. (Y/L/N),” a man speaks off screen, he has a thick Russian accent, but Bucky doesn’t recognize it. “The only problem was that you seemed to figure it out that day, and ruined our plans.”

“Oops?” your sarcasm garners another slap, the ring on the man's hand causing a gash on your cheekbone. “It’s been what, over a week? How long are you gonna keep me?”

“Until Soldat switches places with you,” you let out a loud bark of a laugh that echoes off the walls in the small room. 

“Bucky, your Soldat, he won’t sacrifice himself for me,” you laugh at the man interrogating you.

“We learned of his affections for you-” you cut him off with another laugh. 

“You need to fire whoever told you that,” you can’t stop laughing at the absurdity that came out of the Hydra agents mouth. And you don’t care if he becomes angry and annoyed with you, you’re gonna get killed no matter what. Your eyes quickly flick to the camera set up on your left, the one the Hydra agents thought you hadn’t seen, before continuing knowing the Avengers had to be seeing all of this. “The only affection Bucky has for me is hatred. He hates me, there’s no way he’d switch places for little old me. You should have captured literally anyone else if you wanted him to be upset. He can’t stand me! We can’t even hold a simple conversation, and he always leaves the room when I’m in it. We were only paired up on this mission because of a fluke accident. Face it, you fucked up. I’m worthless to your Soldat.”

“That’s not true!” Bucky feels like he’s yelling it at the screen, but his protest is only a whisper. The rest of the team watches him with sad eyes, he’s looking at you so longingly. Trying to will you to understand how he feels about you through the screen. As if on cue, you glance at the camera again, giving it a sd smile, accepting your fate. A loud ping comes from one of the computers in the lab, but Bucky keeps eye contact with you, even though he knows you can’t see. He doesn’t realize he’s doing it until his flesh hand is pressed against the television.

“We’ve got a location!” Tony yells, already calling for his suit. 

“Then you’re worthless to me!” the hydra agent growls, stopping the team in their tracks who were on their way to change. 

“No,” Bucky pleads, when he hears the safety of a gun clicking off.  

“Any last words for your precious Avengers?” the man asks you, gesturing to the camera, he hadn’t noticed you’d already seen it. 

“I’d say tell my family I love them,” you’re openly talking to the camera now. “But I don’t have any. So thank you for being the family I never had, and the family I always wanted. I love every single one of you.”

A tear slips from your non swollen eye, a matching one rolling down Bucky’s cheek. The screen goes black, a gun goes off, and then the feed cuts completely. “No!” he screams, going to punch a hole in the television, but his fist goes right through due to it being Stark technology. 

“Where are you going?” Steve calls as Bucky heads to exit to the lab, no one else moving, too shocked to register everything that just happened. 

“Let’s go kill those bastards,” is his gruff response, heading towards the hanger with the Quinjet since he’s already dressed in his tactical gear from his time in the gym. 

Steve and Tony are the first ones dressed and ready to go, but the latter hangs back so Steve can talk to his best friend privately. Steve doesn’t say anything when he sits beside the brunette, he doesn’t know where to begin. 

“(Y/N) died thinking I hated her Stevie,” Bucky’s voice breaks. “I kept my distance cause I didn’t want to hurt her. And then I saw her with Sam and I was jealous so I started to ignore her more. I pushed her away because I was scared and jealous. And now she’ll never know that I love her.”

--

A shot rings through the small room you’re stuck in, the bullet lodging into the wall beside your head. You glance at the camera, finding the red light off. Your team, your family thinks you're dead. That was his damn plan, he knows they’ll come to avenge you. 

“Sit tight,” he smirks, the barrel of his gun coming into contact with your skull, effectively knocking you out. 

Your head is heavy and pounding in pain when you finally come to. Outside the door you can hear screams and guns going off at rapid speed. You cringe away from the sound when someone uses their body to break open the door to your room. The sound of familiar footsteps clomping towards you causes you to perk up, it’s Bucky. You can’t open your eyes or even move your head towards the sound to alert him that you’re okay, but you hear a whispered “thank god,” when he hears your steady heartbeat. From the crunching sound you can tell Bucky used his vibranium hand to crush the handcuffs keeping you attached to the chair. 

He picks you up bridal style, holding you close to his warm chest. You involuntarily cuddle into the warmth, causing Bucky to smile lovingly down at you. “I’ve got you now,” he whispers, hand caressing your cheek, careful not to put pressure on your many cuts. 

When you wake up again, you're in the familiar sterile medbay at the compound. A heavy weight is on your hand, looking over you notice it’s Bucky's hands clutching yours, his head tipped back on the seat he’s in.

“He hasn’t left your side,” Sam smirks at the scene from the doorway, holding a falcon stuffed animal. You playfully roll your eyes at the gift, but reach for it with your free hand. Bucky starts to stir, so Sam gives you a kiss on the forehead and heads for the door again. “Tinman’s whipped.”

The first thing you notice when you glance at Bucky again is his hair. He cut it all off when you were gone. As much as you loved his luscious locks and thought he was hot with them, he’s undeniably sexy with the short hairstyle. “You cut your hair,” Bucky immediately wakes up the rest of the way at your voice, ocean blue eyes staring into yours. “It looks good on you.”

“You could have died,” his voice exasperated. “And the first thing you mention is my hair. I’ve been worried sick, (Y/N)!”

“I was fine,” you roll your eyes, trying not to think of just how close to death you came. “I’m fine now.” 

“Next mission I get to call the shots,” he grumbles. “I’m not having the woman I love almost die for me again.”

“I love you too Buck,” you ignore the fact that he didn’t mean for you to hear his confession. “Why else would I be willing to die for you?”

He shoots out of his seat, eyes wide as he stares down at you. You push up to a sitting position, moving to the side of the bed, motioning for Bucky to lay beside you. He seems to debate with himself about whether he should or not, before finally laying down and gently pulling you into his arms. You crane your neck up to look into his eyes, he leans down and your lips meet timidly at first. It quickly turns into a slow loving kiss, the two of you wanting to prolong for as long as you can. You reach a hand up, caressing his face before slipping it through his now short locks.

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