#look it may be not the best written but is cute ok? and its for ME so shut up i am allowed to be irritating about it

[love-is-a-pearl]

My fanfic is really cute, highly reccomend it :3c

[jyoongim]

Hello! May I request something similar to what’s been written before with alastor x vox’s little sister. But instead this time it’s alastor flirting with reader during overlord meetings and just saying stuff on the radio about her to swoon her- maybe he even started to court her too?

I actually just find this shit hilarious and I love torturing vox…

You never understood why Vox avoided coming to the Overlords’ meetings. It was making him look bad when he only sent you to represent the Vees district.

But alas, you were welcomed kindly by Carmilla and the others.

Especially the Radio Demon Alastor.

Over the years, your nervousness around the demon wane and you actually found him quite pleasant to be around.

Vox had always told you to stay away for Alastor, claiming the demon would just fuck with you to get a reaction out of him.

Like the obedient sister you were, you tried to listen to your big brother, but Alastor made it so hard to stay away.

At the Overlords meetings he often reserved a seat right beside him, keeping you filled in if you came in late or made jokes in your ear.

While you often tried to remain professional and regal, Alastor found you blushing and stuttering to be cute.

He never missed a chance to flirt with you throughout the meetings, snickering when you threw him a glare when reprimanded by Carmilla.

But that was only the beginning.

You were often awakened by the sound of Alastor’s radio broadcast (He gifted you a radio and how could you refuse a dedazzled radio?). You would be flustered hearing the red demon talk about you over Hell’s broadcast.

Compliments, joking, serenading, flirting directed towards you could be heard by all sinners.

It drove Vox mad that the Radio Demon seemed to have the hots for his sister.

He would disconnect all of Hell before letting Alastor be around you.

But Alastor was nothing if not persistent.

He lavished you with flowers, letters, trinkets and charms that suited your fancy. Of course Velvette giggled at the attention you were getting, while Vox’s systems were overheating. Like all things constant, he had finally worn you down.

Alastor had caught you out shopping on one of his outings, smiling wide when you let out sparks when he brought your hands to his lips.

”Its a lovely day my dear why don’t I treat you to lunch hmmm? You must be famished.” You barely had time to protest before he whisked you to a fancy restaurant.

You couldn’t help how your heart fluttered when the demon asked about your interests. He hid his distaste for your brother just enough for you that it made you giggle.

When Alastor admitted to wanting to court you, your systems went haywire. You were conflicted. You knew Vox wouldn’t like that you being in a relationship with Alastor, but you reeeaaallly like the demon.

You accepted and it was the best decision of your life.

And Vox’s worst nightmare.

He glitched out when you told him you had accepted Alastor’s advances.

Voxtech headquarters were often filled with gifts Alastor sent you.

Date nights had Vox’s clawing at his wires.

He hated seeing the smug look Alastor threw him when he would catch the two of you cuddling on the couch, watching an old movie.

Vox didn’t understand why you wanted to date him.

He was old-fashion, a fossil, did not fit your aesthetic, but you frowned saying you quite enjoyed how modest Alastor was. He actually wanted to get to know you and didnt have anything to gain from Vox.

He made you laugh, didn’t tiptoe around you.

He didnt care you were a pampered princess, he spoiled you more.

Vox would always treat you like his little sister, but you were a grown woman, you didnt need him to always look after you.

”Voxxy just give me this one favor ok? I know you two don’t like each other but pleeeaassee try to reframe from killing my boyfriend”

So Vox tried, he really did, but seeing Alastor be so so touchy with you made him itch.

You had fried Hell’s communication systems because Vox ruined dinner.

”He didnt have to kiss you!”

”You kiss Val all the time theres no difference?”

”It is different!”

”How?”

”We have an very professional agreement-”

”You two fuck!”

”Alastor would fuck you if given the chance! Why can’t you see he’s no good!”

”…”

”…”

”You didnt…”

”We didnt get far!”

”IM GOING TO KILL HIM”

”I WILL MAKE YOU INTO A FAX MACHINE!”

Alastor chuckled as you sulked in his arms. “He’s a big stupid sensor who think he can tell me what to do!”

You turned to Alastor, lip quivering “I really like you and Vox…Vox just don’t get it” you said sadly, leaning on his shoulder.

He hooked a claw under your chin and pressed a kiss to your forehead “Oh don worry dear. Hes just being how big brothers are. He can’t scare me off hehe no I quite like the investment I made”

He pressed his lips to yours and you melted in his touch.

Your brother would get over it…sooner or later.

[cutesyaddy]

From Foes to Forever (part one)

min ho moon x reader

a/n: i’m a very inexperienced writer so please bare with me 😭 

warnings: characters may be ooc (my bad gang 🌝) and im not that great with grammar but i try 🥲

-anything spoke in korean will be written like this, but so will any words being dragged out so i’m just gonna have to hope you’re smart enough to know the difference.

-anything written in bold is gonna be song lyrics

-‘example’ means it’s being thought, while “example” means its being said aloud.

summary: reader meets some of the main characters and makes some impressions. (idk guys just read 😭🙏)

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Music blares through my headphones as I was discreetly bobbing my head to my favourite song right now, Lovers by Anna of the North (guys, this is a CLASSIC banger go check it out).

While anticipating the BEST part of the song, my eyes trailed up to a handsome—and I mean really handsome—guy walking towards whatever was behind me.

For a moment, my breath hitched, and I couldn’t help but stare at him while he moved, his stride dripping with confidence. He walked like he had a big ego.

I could swear he started to walk in slow motion when the beat finally dropped.

now i’m in the dark

show a little loving

His sharp features were captivating; I genuinely couldn’t pull my eyes away from him.

shine a little light on me

show a little loving

His eyes met mine for what was probably only like 2 milliseconds, but in that short time, his gaze sent a shock throughout my body.

I was pulled out of my trance when the boy bumped into the arm of a pretty girl sitting beside me.

I pulled off my headphones and let them sit comfortably around my neck as I watched these strangers converse.

I was a sucker for things like this. He was super hot, and she was gorgeous. He bumped into her, and now they’re going to have a little meet-cute and start their love story.

“Excuse me,” she grunted, craning her neck to look back at him. He stopped and turned towards her.

“Wait,” she started; I think she noticed something on his bag. My eyes followed her own, and they landed on a KISS keychain.

“Do you go to KISS? I’m going to KISS." Oh my gosh, it’s happening; they go to the same school! Coincidentally, so do I, but this isn’t about me.

He paused for a second. “no Englishshi” Oh, I guess not then. Before the girl could say anything else, I interrupted,

“Do you speak Korean?” they both spun their heads in my direction. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything; now they know I was listening.

“I think you should apologise man; that was pretty rude.” his position remained unchanged. “What's rude is you not minding your own business. Ugh, I don’t have time for you people."

‘Yet you had enough time to be walking so slowly?’ No, I shouldn’t say that; he’s totally right; I shouldn’t have gotten involved. Not everything is a kdrama.

I defeatedly watched as he took long strides in the opposite direction. “Hey, thanks for defending me, or what I think was defending me? I’m not sure; I don’t understand a word of Korean, haha! Anyway, my name is Kitty Song Covey! It's nice to meet you!”

‘Oh my gosh, what an earful.’ “Don't worry about it! I was just telling him he should apologise; I don't think he took it very well, though.” She stared at me expectingly.

“Oh! Sorry, my name is (y/n) (l/n). It’s nice to meet you, Kitty.” I held out my hand for her to shake out of pure instinct, but I instantly regretted it as it was such an old-fashioned greeting.

Without a beat, she took my hand anyway, which brought a smile to my face. “I couldn’t help but hear you are attending KISS?”

Kitty nodded her head vigorously. “YES! I’m super duper excited to be reunited with my boyfriend, who also attends KISS! He’s one of the reasons I decided to enroll!”

I blinked. “Are you travelling all this way and studying abroad for a boy?” Ok, I misread the situation earlier; maybe this was like a kdrama, just not the one I was originally expecting.

“No, of course not! It’s not all because of him. KISS was the school my mother attended when she was my age. I’m travelling to Korea to learn more about her.

“Oh, so you’re from Korea?” I was pleasantly surprised. “Yes! I’m half Korean.”

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Lucky me! I made it just in time for the bus that's heading straight for KISS. Jeez, I feel a little bad for the students that didn’t get here in time; I would get lost trying to locate the school in this massive city.

My headphones were at home, snug around my ears, as they played my favourite tunes. Music was the only thing fun about going on drives.

I grinned to myself like a weirdo when my favourite—dare I say the BEST song of all time—played through my headphones for the hundredth time.

you told me i would never see you

walk away

With the familiar melody filling my ears while I stared out of the bus window, my mind wandered back to that boy from earlier.

said you’d never break my heart

never leave me in the dark

He sure was cute; I mean, he was sorta mean, but I'm kinda into it. What can I say? I'm a sucker for a good old enemies-to-lovers story.

i guess there’s just some promises

you shouldn’t make

I’m a sucker for all things romance, matter of fact. Ironically, though, I’ve never been in a relationship. I’m more of a third wheel, the audience, the viewer, the reader.

should’ve know from the start

now i’m in the dark

thoughts full of this nameless douche from the airport, I began to drift off, head bumping against the glass of the bus window.

SORRY IT WAS SO SHORT BUT I HOPE YOU LIKED IT

PART TWO HERE

[luonae]

whew im finally done with my PL oc/custom eris i suppose. (well i wanted to draw him more but im bored) embarrassingly long post ahead so brace yourself

collection of his fits: (fun fact, all of them have a reference to milo somewhere like hearts, the cross earring M milo has, or just the letter M... also shaped like a heart)

he puts the war in wardrobe. (i couldnt stop myself from giving him multiple outfits since taking care of his looks is a pretty significant part of his character)

ok yapping time (even this is actually very condensed from what ive written):

- his favorite manipulation tactics involve shaming and guilt tripping. hes really subtle about them. also playing innocent

- he grew up with an alcoholic physically abusive father and was taught to play up his cuteness so his father would have a harder time lashing out at him and pity him, which is why he takes a lot of care of his appearance and looks. he weaponizes them and uses them as a defense mechanism too

- overconfident hedonist who fucks around and finds out lol. good at adapting to match other peoples energy and needs

- naturally book smart but not street smart. hes very well known in college for his consistently good grades. he uses his helplessness in daily situations to play the damsel in distress role (trust this guy to weaponize even his weakness)

- out of all the milos hes most similar to M milo (but hes actually introverted). his favorite milo would be pre though (he likes how miserable he looks and finds it endearing. also he likes cute things and bunnies and pre milo is the cutest to him... and the bunny one)

- if i had to liken him to any pre existing characters, the closest would be chae yul from secret alliance

- he doesnt care about 99% of things in life so its hard to see him stressed out. the only thing he cares about is milo. he thinks manipulating milo is okay because in the end milo will love him and be happy to be with him, and he will be happy to be with milo too, so its a win-win (dont mind the ethics of this logic)

- uses milo like a servant or a guard dog (v milo rejoice, youre perfect). hes really lazy and clumsy, bad at household chores. hes actually very protective of milo though. he may be bossy and manipulative towards him but if someone else hurts milo he will immediately take matters into his own hands. hes squeamish and weak to blood and gore (which would suck when hes with v milo) but he would definitely start maiming anyone who hurts milo (aside from himself lol)

- his best subject was math. his worst subject was history. his hobbies are mostly solitary activities like gaming, drawing, taking walks, and dancing

extras: he heard milo likes bunnies

and... while drawing all those colorful outfits i could only think of one thing...

(this would actually never happen because he would never apologize)

oh and i almost forgot to include these

ok last fun fact: his favorite endings would definitely be the killer (v) and arsonist (m) endings (very funny how in both of these he transforms milo into a national menace) but his least favorites would be kidnapped/taken (v) and walls (m). he would especially hate the walls one. milo get out!!!! he wants to see you!!!!!!!!

[misc-obeyme]

more kitchen barb thots

playing music while mc and barbatos are cooking, each doing their own tasks. mc starts swaying their hips to the music- knowingly or not, but its enough to distract barb once he notices and he cant help but continuing to glance over bc the movements are just so captivating he cant help but watch despite all his usual self control. muscle memory has to take over for his task to continue but eventually even that falters (hopefully not while hes chopping stuff lmao) but mc hears the change in rhythm/slight clattering of the bowl and obvs has to check if their cooking buddy is ok!! and barbatos barely manages not to stutter as he assures them hes fine, just a bit distracted because of an "upcoming event" or some other excuse but hes got a pink tint to his cheeks from nearly getting caught staring.

at this point mc can either be oblivious to the reality and just reach out to give a gentle reassuring arm squeeze and a reminder that theyre 'always here if you need anything, we can take a break to decompress for a few minutes :) ' or theyre wise abt it and decide to tease the poor butler and go up to him, turn him to face them and put a hand to his forehead ""checking for a fever"" (pressing their chest into his at the same time ;) ). pull him away from the busy counter and dote on him worried 'but barb your face is so warm! i dont want my favorite demon getting sick :( especially since you look so cute with a blush it would be so unfortunate if the cause was you not feeling well' but internally theyre all >:3 lets see what it takes for his resolve to crack

i feel like the moment you catch him off guard with this kinda thing if you just keep up the "innocent/unaware" flirt teasing it would make it more and more difficult for him to pull it back together. but if he gets that moment then he'll start teasing back. this may be ooc rip and it got Way long but scenarios are fun lol

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Oh welcome back, 🥐 anon!

One of my favorite things about Barb is the way he teases. However, I also think it's fantastic when the tables are turned and he's the one who's flustered.

The thing about this guy is that he isn't easily flustered, but if there is anyone who can accomplish it without even noticing, it's absolutely MC. I have actually written scenes (though I think they later got scrapped) where Barbatos straight up cuts himself while chopping vegetables because of something MC did or said. So not like him! But that's the point! MC makes him do things he wouldn't normally do. And he can either lean into it or try to resist it and I think you end up with different scenarios depending on which way he decides to go.

MC's reaction certainly matters, too. If they're oblivious, I think Barbatos could safely pretend nothing happened and move on, but I also think he could be the one who teases MC and gets them all flustered.

But a wise MC who's all I'm just trying to make sure you're okay! Listen. I very much think that Barbatos would have a hard time controlling himself at that point. Even if he knows that MC is doing it on purpose. Maybe even more if he knows.

The best thing about Barb is that I feel like I can write him being a real troublemaker where he just messes with MC a lot, but I can also write him being the one who is easily flustered. Like yeah he's got that rigid facade, but you can say beneath it there is a man who is fully aware of what he's doing and deliberately does things just to get a reaction out of MC. Or you could say that beneath it is a suppressed man that gets blushy when you start to tease him. However, I do think either way he'd eventually give in because MC is the only person for whom he is lenient about anything ever.

MC might tease him and fluster him and get him all riled up, but as soon as he realizes what's going on, he starts playing into it. I think he'd use the whole situation to his advantage. Especially if he's like yes let's take a break because secretly he wants to get naughty but he doesn't want to mess up the kitchen lol.

[fangxin-guoshi]

Banana fish re-review ~

I did a rewatch of banana fish and oh my God I forgot how good this series was. Considering the original manga came out in the 80's in JAPAN, it was SO ahead of its time. One of the best depictions of gay characters I've ever seen in Japanese media, even by today's standards.

Some more silly thoughts:

Like yoshida just casually dropped a manga with an insanely progressive take on the bl genre by showing a complex queer interracial relationship with incredibly well-written characters. Honestly the fact that ash and eiji's relationship wasn't explicitly defined as romantic is a plus imo. Not being able to rely on obvious romantic gestures like kissing, hand-holding, romantic confessions, etc. actually forces the writer to develop their relationship without that crutch to lean on. That's why ash and eiji's relationship is so good, because it doesn't rely on surface-level romance to get across the fact that they love each other and instead use subtlety and little nuances in their interactions. It's obvious from the subtext and how much they're shown to care for each other.

Not to mention the great depiction of black characters (I know portraying black characters non-offensively is like, the bare minimum, but may I remind you this is the EIGHTIES in JAPAN, and there are so many CURRENT animes that have an issue with it).

I mean yea does it have its flaws? Sure. Ash's admittedly very lame "lynx" title that comes with many wildcat metaphors, eiji being a bit passive in the first half, sort of cringe portrayal of America, etc. but my God the way she handles the trauma and character dynamics is incredible.

Ok so I did have a uh... Not really a criticism but something that I noticed that got me thinking. I feel like some shows use dark subject matter as a bit of an easy way to evoke an emotional reaction from the audience. Sometimes authors give characters horrible backstories as a way to make the audience THINK the character is complex and interesting but in reality it's a bit of a lazy writing tactic. Low effort high reward kind of thing. Banana fish obviously does have brutal subject matter and ash is really put through the ringer, but I love that yoshida doesn't let that become the axis of his character. He has trauma that greatly impacts him, but he's also super developed on his own apart from that. When I think about Ash's character, I don't immediately think about the traumatic backstory parts. The balance between how significantly the trauma affects him vs making sure that's not the ONLY part of his character is extremely well-executed.

Scenes that stuck out to me (not including asheiji ones bc it goes without saying theyre all amazing)

- the interrogator playing Ash's tapes after being arrested ("later, movie star" was the most brutal line ever omg)

- max burning the photos of ash (underrated moment this was SO good),

- any and all interactions between sing and blanca (they're such an unlikely duo peak comedy right there)

- the convo between sing and yut lung in the last episode

- ash stabbing the guy in the dick with a fork

- callback to ^^^, ash stabbing the banana with a fork

- Ash's breakdown in front of dino (ep 19 I believe)

- the entirety of ash escaping from the "mental hospital" and then having to go rescue ibe and max lmaooo

- ash brutally murdering Abraham(?, the redhead guy) by blowing abt a thousand holes in him w a machine gun as payback for shorter

- ash shooting shorter

- running joke of max being Ash's dad

- everyone constantly manhandling yut lung by yanking on his hair (dude get a haircut)

- ash immediately going to shoot himself no hesitation after yut lung told him he wouldn't hurt eiji if he did so (technically asheiji but I'm keeping it since this was a yut lung and ash scene)

- "what does this picture look like?" "Your wife"

- eiji's cute stupid little outfit he wore when he went to go find shorter in Chinatown

I also have a confession:

I LOVE yut lung. Him being paralleled with ash, but instead of finding love he let hate consume him because he had no one unlike ash who had eiji was just devastating but in a good way.

So yea those are my messy thoughts after finishing it. I'd argue that it was probably one of the best pieces of queer media to exist at the time. In the world. And one of my personal favorite pieces of queer media ever.

[mystic-helena]

hello! can i request a kuroo x reader where kuroo and the reader are childhood friends but he doesn’t know how to tell her he loves i love your blog by the ways its really cute ok have a great day bb hope you’re doing well ♡︎

Childhood crush ft Kuroo!

a/n: I FORGOT TO POST THIS ITS BEEN SO LONG I CANT EVEN DESCRIBE HOW SORRY I AM OH MY GOD IT ISNT EVEN GOOD

Kuroo had always been there for you and you’ve been always there for him.

Since the beginning of times—okay, maybe not the beginning of times, but the beginning of your life—Kuroo has been there, it could be laughting at you when you fall after helping you get up or simply existing beside you on a sleepover at a half past eleven when you both should be sleeping—because for twelve-year-old kids that is pretty late according to his parents—but are instead looking at the bedroom ceiling and forming constellations with the glow-in-the-dark stars he has over his bed.

Right now, as strange as it may be for you, Kuroo isn’t glued to your side...

...because he’s talking to his reflection in your bathroom.

For the past twenty minutes.

His hands are on both sides of the sink, upper body leaning towards the reflective surface, brown eyes digging holes into it, as if starting too hard would magically put his ideas in order.

“Tetsuro, we both know how the childhood best friend never gets the love interest—he said while pointing at the mirror, eyes fixed in his own face—, but, we also have advantage because our fate isn’t written as if we were mere characters in a book. Wait, maybe that’s even worse”

“Tetsu, you’ve been there for forever, come out already” you practically yell, cheek pressed against the coffee table in your living room “you know I promised I won’t laugh-”

Oh, right. He almost forgot about it. The reason why he was at the bathroom.

“-if you finally admitted you are shit putting make up on and finally let me help you.”

Many ‘make up stuff’ as he named it, was untouched in front of him. All of it belongs to your cousin, who also implanted the idea of downloading tiktok in your head. Which is also the reason why he was supposed to make himself look like one of those people who had glitter almost all over their faces, imitating the Euphoria series look, thing he agreed to do just because you asked him with the only reason of him being ‘pretty’ and having perfect skin. And yes, his heart skipped a beat when you called him pretty.

“I’m done y/n, just give me five more minutes” he says as he rapidly tries to find the ‘black thingy’ they used on videos to ‘paint lines on their eyes and look like a cat’. He thinks he should have paid more attention when you were telling him which thing does what. But five seconds prior that you called him pretty. Not handsome but pretty, how is he supposed to feel about that? He has mussels, has a deep voice, is tall and is very intelligent. Why would you call him pretty? I mean, being called pretty is better than not being called pretty. And now he’s back to staring into his reflection.

With much difficulty he steps out of his spiraling thoughts and finds the eyeliner—that’s what it’s called, he celebrates—and tries to paint a straight line on top of his eye. It’s comes out pretty decent, he’s glad his hands are steady. He goes for the other eye. This one is a little bit wonky but probably you won’t notice, he thinks as he puts down the eyeliner and looks for the glitter. He’s gonna regret this later, glitter gets everywhere when he opens the little container. He coughs and closes the glitter container.

“Are you ok over there? You sure you don’t need help?” you sound concerned and he cringes when he looks at the mirror and sees the glitter got into his mouth. How did he do that? Shit, that will be a pain to take off. Well, another problem for future him, he shruggs and thinks a way to stick the glitter to his face and make it look good. The lipgloss is looking at him and he’s looking back.

Kuroo opens wide the door—he was in there for more than 5 minutes—and looks at you. You were about to fall asleep on the couch but bolt right up at the sound of the bathroom door slamming against te wall.

“Took you long enough” you wipe your eyes and stare at his face for a couple of seconds. He stares back and hopes he’s not turning red, why are you staring at him? Did he fuck up that badly? Are you amazed by his make up techniques? Maybe he should say something. “Take a photo, it will last longer” he winks at you and smiles when he sees your eyes widen for a second.

What were you thinking in that moment? You looked shy for a moment before smiling wide and getting up. You walk towards him and grab him by the wrist and drag him to the couch. Kuroo sat and watched as you did the same next to him, and he knows he should be thinking about what to do on the tiktok you were about to do but instead he was getting distracted by how close you are. Maybe one day he would tell you how he feels but for now being your best friend was more than enough.

[vivaladicamillo]

I saw your posts asking for ideas and I was thinking what If you wrote something about you being Bams younger sister and filing cky coz April doesn’t want you to get hurt and you have like secret relationship with Dico or Ryan

DICO/MARGERA!READER

thank u so much for the suggestion!!! im gonna do it for dico this time bc one, theres no fanfics of this silly dude and two, i havent written abt dico in SOOOO long. this ones for the dico lovers out there love yall, a dying breed🫡

WARNINGS: dangerous stuff, fluff, bran being bran yk

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being bams younger sister has its ups and downs

bam as a brother is A NIGHTMARE

hes just such a dick

making fun of u, annoying u and being the “younger brother” type character bc hes just like that

u were 2 years older than him

so when u started kinda liking his life long friend, “dico”

it was kinda awkward bc u yk, hes ur brothers best friend

one night, u were just chilling at the house alone

ape and phil went out, bam was probably out skating somewhere and jess had band practice so having a empty house all to urself?? hell yea!

as u sit on ur couch, just watching some stupid ass movie thats on someone knocks at ur door

when u answer it, its Brandon dicamillo himself (dico)

“hey, uh is bam around?” he asks looking kinda nervous

“nah, i thought he was put filming with u, but its 9:00 he should be back soon.”

“ah ok, ill just wait in my car till he gets here then, thanks.” he smiles at u

“come on bran dont be a stranger! i’m m just watching a movie just wait inside till he gets back.”

you held the door open for him and he walks in and plops down on ur couch

in your spot.

“asshole what the fuck thats my spot”

“didnt see ur name on it.” he says smirking “also what kinda horse shit are u watching? let me show u some real funny shit.”

dico then proceeds to put on an old western movie

“what the fuck dicamillo??”

“what??! this shit is so funny watch this.” he says pointing to the tv as some guy dressed as a cowboy gets shot on screen

the acting was terrible yes, but the way dico was hysterical laughing at it kinda made u smile

his laugh, his interests, just his goofy personality made ur heart flutter

u didn’t realize that u had been staring into this mans whole soul for ten mins until he turns to u and smiles

“may i help u?” he says kinda chuckling

“oh, uh sorry..” u say blushing and kinda turning away

the silence that took place after could have killed u right then and there

until he turns to u

“hey uh.. ive been actually meaning to talk to u about something…” he says, that nervousness kinda coming back from before

u nod ur head as he starts to confess to u

“listen, i know ur my best friends older sister and this is kinda weird but… ever since i met u, i thought u were so cool! i wouldnt have expected u to like masters of the universe and filming bits as much as do…”

“yea, i can see how u couldnt have seen that coming bc of my brothers”

“yea, but anyways, ive always kinda…been into u, im super sorry if this is weird i didnt mean to make it like that i just think..”

u smile, did fucking brandon dicamillo just confess his love for u ??

“bran..”

he turns to u

“i feel the same way, ive always had i just didnt wanna make things awkward if u didnt.” u smiled at him and scooted closer to him on the couch

“really?!?” he said in shock

“mhm, i like you… like A LOT”

u move in closer and you two end up making out on ur couch

after that day u both agreed to date without anyone knowing

yea it was suspicious when u two wouldnt be able to film or hang out at the same time on the same day but the guys kinda brushed it off

u two went of secret little dates

dico would surprise u ALL the time with cute date spots

random cat cafes, parks, family ran restaurants, he just found little cute places in westchester to take u to, and u LOVED IT

when bam realized u obviously were seeing someone bc u were WAYYY to happy, u decided to snoop

going through u room he ended up finding one of dicos shirts hidden under ur bed

thats when bam decides to confront u about it……

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might make some type of part two to this but it depends if yall want it or not, hope u enjoyed! also please keep sending in requests i love them sm !! yall are so creative i love it sm

[ashes-of-ailell]

*Cracks knuckles*

Time for propaganda!

Ok so. I love FE 8. Not for the plot (its good though). Not for the gameplay or any mechanics. I love it for these two.

Franz and Forde. Best siblings in FE history. You cannot change my mind. I have so many feelings about them.

Why do I love them so much you may ask? They are SO wholesome. Forde raised his younger brother after their parents both died when Franz was still very young. He was devastated because he loved his parents. He was still a child/ teen and had all of these new responsibilities. He probably didn't even know what to do. But he figured it out. For his brother. So that he will have a happy childhood. There is nothing more important to Forde than Franz.

And like they know each other better than anyone else. Everyone describes Forde as lazy and carefree. When he isnt. He is canonically a great fighter (even though this does not translate well in the game xD) but he is sleeping or painting on the battlefield. As you do. And no one gets why. It's stupid. It's dangerous. He has no reason to do so. Wrong. He isn't in danger when sleeping because he has a modified saddle so he won't fall off. And he is painting to study the terrain. Bro is smarter than anyone gives him credit for. And apparently Franz is the only one who knows this/ figured it out. Because Forde doesn't take any credit for it. He wants everyone to think he is useless, carefree and clumsy. To make them laugh and lighten up the mood during a war. He doesn't want others to be sad because he knows how horrible it is. And he has always been like that. When their dad was gone because of some missions or whatever and Franz was sad about it he tried to cheer him with his drawings.

What about Franz though you may wonder? He is SUCH a cute little bean. He wants to be a great knight like his brother and Seth. He is better than them gameplay wise. At least by far better than Forde and at least on par with Seth. He is helping everywhere he can. In every last support of his he just so *vague hand gestures* so adorable. Not a single mean cell in this boy's body. He literally recruited Amelia who was fighting for the enemy because he thought she somehow got caught in the battle and wanted to help her get to safety. (Kinda funny conversation btw) And then in their supports proceeds to teach her how to actually fight. They also have a paired ending togetehr. Puppy love at its finest.

ANYWAY I love Franz and Forde so much you can't even imagine. Faerghast made a half an hour long video about Forde btw. Like he such a well written (but sadly irrelevant and growth wise pretty much useless) character.

Here is the link in case youre interested: https://youtu.be/rairchPLY30

Ok enough propaganda. Have a nice day! 🙃

Hi there!!

This was such a delight to read. I can really tell how much you like these characters and it's lovely.

While I haven't played the game these two are from, reading about them has made me genuinely rather interested. It sucks that Forde may not be the best unit wise, which I imagine must limit chances to use him in battle, I'm glad his supports and the like seem to be quite good.

Will definitely have a look at Franz and Amelia's paired ending, it sounds incredibly cute. I'll also try and have a look at the video you linked, it sounds interesting and will allow me to learn more about Forde. They absolutely sound like incredible characters!!

I hope you have a lovely day too!! :3

[eviedreams8]

I’m uploading everything i have in a doc. Ive written this while drunk high sober. There’s a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes, I dont read often and when it comes to writing like this i can care less about how it sounds just that it exits my mind immediately. It brings me peace in a brain then never shuts up and cycles through the same horrid thoughts. I doubt someone will read this but i want this blog so that i can write on here and not on my docs i do want to be a writer and so im seeing if i have the courage to share these. So read on.

Here starts the doc v

I have this idea of what my future may look like and it scares me. Because it is me still living here and having a mediocre job and not doing anything basically the safe route. It feels as if what i want in life can be attained but i don't try to have. which is why im giving myself no other options in where to go to college because I know what I want but I also know myself and i know that i will somehow chicken out and go the safe route. Is it stupid to force my self to do something i may not be successful out in hopes that i will somehow finally come out of my shell and be the person i truly want to be just because i am in a diffrent state but sadly your mind does not change when you leave  no matter what you will always be you and your stuck with it.

I want to be “granola Girl” ive accepted the title think it has the best form in music, its 100% voice and instruments and i hope it stays the same and doesn't fall into the social music norms of electronic music sounds. Real music is real talent. I have the tattoo for the granola lifestyle too hence why i got it. I think when I was little I always knew this is what i wanted ever since the dream  the van with driving onto a log with mountains and a waterfall. I loved that dream and I would draw it all the time. In a way it is just like my tattoo. I've also loved the idea of earth and nature, I want this, it's what I want , now that i know for sure I am ready for it. I don't want money I could give two shits about that i just want someone who wants me and who gets me and all we will ever need is one another. I want what the couple in sleep on the floor has  because that is all i need 

There is something in women that when they look pretty or feel like they look pretty they become productive or its just me. I watch videos of girl being productive but the start of the video is of them looking cute. II need to start looking cute so i can be productive. I think the prettiest I’ve ever been was when i was in wyoming at school.. i wish I knew that back then cause looking back it’s painful to be like ya io was feeling myself but she didnt feel like i thought she would. It was still me. Insecure in some ]ways not as bad as i am now but still insecure. I do miss it immensely intensely but at the end it wasn’t me or was it. I was completely different i was like big sister protect like carry a knife by them alch9olo its not who i am here and i wish he was able to see Me ou there cause that’s the me i think he’d love the most. I stood heard as my friend stole the sangria im not the friend that steals the sangria and im, ok with that. But im also the friend to invite the friend to the wildlife meeting int the Rocky Mountains and 8im the one to talk to most of the our group to learn more about what we are doing. I’m the one to veer off enough to find the deer tooth. I was different I thrived and i think I wasn’t officals to move out and i wish i didnt fail all my classes and i wish i could i have moved in with Kylie but i pushed against it. 

I wish I could’ve been lucky enough to have perfect teeth show when i smile. No matter who i see on my phone i study there faces. I see there eyes their smile their lines on their faces the way the react to any scenario and im like wow if only i could react in that way and look the way they do because they are beautiful and i am well me. I get drunk because most of my life drunk people have reacted  to me in a way that i seem beautiful idk if it’s cause thats when i gain confidence or their judgment is drunk opossibly i am only beautiful when someone’s vision is a little distorted. My boyfriend still believes im beautiful even on days i feel ugly. I really love him when i think about him i feel a pull on my heart   

This brain of mine is getting awfully hard to stay friends with it. And its kinda strange to think that i have no control of that but i stand watch as my life burns around me people i hurt promises broken. That’s not me i swear thats that thing thats taken over it wears my skin and clothes it but its not me. I look in the mirror and she’s a stranger god how many times has a human put that down on paper. Why when i speak to myself constantly all day its a little less cliche then when im typing. This body has become fat and her hair frizzy. Skin bad. She’s disgusting. She’s ruining all of my relationships and i am too much of a coward to apologize for it. What’s the point of getting myself back on track when as pattern has shown i will inevitably fuck it up and it crashes and burn and i crash and burn once again. When in have it all i eventually don’t want any of it. And so i discard it and discard the people involved. Or I hid from it. I wanna live in a ditch. Never to be bothered again. And the only thing i can think of is gosh doesnt a dom and sub relationship sound like the best situation to be into. And hey if thats not your thing more power to you ladies im not saying thats how every women should live. But for me its heaven. Ever watch fleabag? That wonderful quote “i want someone to tell me how to dress tell me when to eat etc. god knows i cant take care of myself and well i dont think I’ve formed into a total grown up just yet so until that happens the adult relationship for that would be dom and sub. How embarrassing if thats what i become i grew up in a powerful women family and i do not carry that torch. So far one thing has been clear. I do not want to lose him. My goodness gracious he is an angel. 

There’s nights that haunt my mind. Many of my daily life decisions haunt me too. Everything haunts me. My past is a ghost who is mean. And it likes to act like a pop up book from hell (Gilmore girl quote). Throughout the day everyday pop an image of a past mistake. I think most definitely my problem is me. Most of the things i regret was me just causally living my life thinking I was sane. Looking back now im like hellooo why would you choose that high school schedule. If your reading this and think wow she’s thinking she’s insane because of something as silly as a high school schedule she really may be crazy. There’s other examples stupid things like that me being an idiot. Basically my schedule really showed me that learning was never really my goal. I didnt take any ap science classes but hey that is what i wanted to go into so maybe a bio and chem would be a good idea. So that leaves me thinking what the fuck do i want. I want to be constantly drunk and i want to be left the hell alone and i want to be fucked and i want to be thin i want to be in the good graces of everyone i fuck over .. Is there a place in this world for a girl like me. I hope to find it. I

not having morals and a strong sense of self can really destroy a persons entire mind. Believing in yourself and the way you chose to spend each passing second without an ounce of doubt is the best thing you can do for yourself. You are marinating waiting to bloom feeling out the waters just waiting for the day to come. Some would say just jump but gosh im 22 i have my whole life to swim just let me dip my toes in for a while i know that im setting myself up to tread water all my life instead of putting on a life jacket while im young and on land. That’s my choice. Having belief in oneself can really be beneficial. Words, judgements, and opinions and suggestions from others may seriously drown a person. It can send you down a path that you’ve never even wanted and therefore derailing the whole reality you’ve created for yourself so when you start off at square one again you get those same critics again. The understanding of this has helped me be able to not spiral out. I dont know what divine intervention was with me when i did have this experience but it talked to me in a way that I’ve never talked to my self before. The conversation went something like this. 

What if me and him aren’t actually in love we are young and dont know what love should look or feel like since neither of us really expirnced it growing up. 

Well thats not true. (Ok so I don’t remeber exactly how the conversation went ) 

you two have actively sought each other out and chose one another. That is love. 

then something about how Wyoming was my life the same way he is my life it happened the way it did because it was supposed to happen that way i was suppposed to go only for a year and we were supposed to end up together 

the spirit also told me that hurting myself was not in the plan it isn’t the reason your together now you would’ve ended up together if it happened or not. But it was sorry that it did. 

The light in his bedroom was bluish and bright and my eyes were open most of the  

time for this conversation. It was a soft eloquent voice and it thought me to slow down the conversations i have with myself. That i didnt have to be so fast in my head. 

It changed me. I feel different. Lighter so thank you spirit. 

i like rewatching the things I watched as a child young impressionable wondering if who i became is becasue of the things i did for entertainment. Or becasue it was dest8ined to be that way. When i watch Hannah Montana or pretty little liars i see things that coincide with the choices I’ve made. But gosh it can be my little selfs fault for all that can it. My parents didnt force me to watch not cable and so therefore im sentenced to a life of lust and sloth and all the other seven deadly sins. I wasn’t given internet restrictions but god only knows what i was up top on those late nights as a ten year old. I love to say it but it really did ruin my life. It made me I also I find myself studying the faces of the girls in the shows i watch or those I see on social media . Just so i can compare them to my own see what makes them attractive and the differences between mine and theirs when you feel unattractive its easy to compare to your self to your family first and knowing that you find the women in your family beautiful its easy to belive you yourself  is beautiful and when you compare famous women to your facial similarities then you feel even better about yourself. I guess my comparisons would be Lucy hale and etc. . . .]

I believe god is a form of love everything on earth that’s embodies love is god. 

Self love, love for a person and community   Which is why I also belive that the upper class is all satirist they don’t belive in god they believe in the devil which is why our society is so blinldy following their lead. It’s why chiridasntutn is so diminanixyed too. 

Why does the world think it has a claim on my soul why must i feel like i owe the world my presence. Why do i have a pull to see it. Why cant i just be happy here. Why cant i be at peace here. Why does it have to be my job to go out and live and visit and see as much as i can. Live in another world in the southern hemisphere. Why cant i just love the man and be friends with the people here. Why cant i force myself to fit here. With my family loved ones. Why must they expect so much from me why do i feel like im responsible to be the one to get away. Why can i not have my life here. One foot here one foot out the door thats how I’ve always felt. I tell a joke ill just leave by train bus train plane ill be gone. Its just a joke i dont know how to actually leave by myself. I need someone to pus me into the void of somewhere new. Come with me.

The call is as talking about above has called again. I must see more, do more I have dreams and i dont work towards them. I talk about it, I feel it inside me, I can picture how it looks. Now it is time to achieve. A work for it. Work, DO DO DO DO DO DO DO. DO More. Follow that passion and hope for happiness i know it can happen. Every thing could be different in a years time if you just apply yourself every day for a year to make that change. Things are worked for things happen when you do them not just think it. You have to go sought after your life not just watch others achieve what you want. You’ve done that your whole high school days and now its been four years since and your still trying to inspire that spark into you to get you moving when its already been sparked this whole time. Get out of your head and into your life.  

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

BBM BABY- J B. BARNES

Pairing: 70s!BestFriend!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2760

Summary: its the rockin 70s and you and the gang have a night out, feelings may or may not get exposed;)

Warnings: drugs and booze ( its the 70s hellooo), kissing, fluff, pet names, swearing

Note** this was inspired by the song “BBM Baby” by Lana Del Rey ( unreleased) check it out on youtube!! i wrote this A WHILEE BACK so i am so sorry if its bad! i had more written, smutty goodness, but because I sorta didnt fully finish it i didnt include it in. part 2 anyone? where claire gets inspo again and finishes the dirty smut? LOL ENJOY! -claire

** i love the name dawn so i used that instead of y/n.. you can always change it if you so please!

DAWNS POV

“ Dawn I swear to god puff my blunt one more time you will not live to see Bucky puking all over your mom’s new couch tomorrow morning.'' Steve exclaimed, rolling his eyes and leaning his head back against the cool brick outside the bowling alley. “ Excuse me??” Bucky looked over from beside you to eye him suspiciously. “ There will be no puking involved Stevie. this is not my first rodeo.” Steve matched his stare over the top of your head. “ Cmon now Stevieeeee” you drawled on as Steve rolled his eyes, smirking down at you. “It's not Buck's first rodeo... It’s his third!” you snorted, taking another hit of the freshly rolled joint Steve had prepared for himself. You just happened to have stolen it and had zero intention of giving it back. “ Peaches did you just fucking snort?!” Bucky cackled, throwing his head back. “ So what if I did, hmm? You're gonna arrest me?” “ Ok that’s it, you’re cut off you  fuckin lightweight,” said Steve leaning over to take the blunt from your small fingers. “ HEY!!” you shrieked, stumbling up. Woah. the whole world was spinning a million miles an hour. You giggled. “ You'll have to come get me first!” you yelled, attempting to sprint across the parking lot, unable to do so because of your fucked up condition. “ Oh my god that girl will be the death of me” Steve rolled his eyes. “ You totally kicked her ass at bowling, man. Peaches is just upset she can’t throw a ball to save her life.” Bucky exclaimed, staring you down as you looked back at the boys. “Mmm,” Steve said, his high starting to kick in from the blunt Buck passed him. “ Go get her for me eh Buck? She’s too much of a handful for me right now.” Steve laughed. Bucky laughed and stood up, using the brick wall for support. You stopped between two motorcycles in the middle of the parking lot, giving a head start. “ I’m not going to need the headstart Peaches. You know I'll catch you and bring you back to where you belong in two seconds.” You instantly felt your cheeks redden at the pet name. Oh my gosh, why were you blushing? He'd called you that since you were just two kids on the school playground in the first grade. It was Bucky for crying out loud! Was it the weed? You couldn’t help but see him differently... And you had been for years. You just refused to admit it. And as you stopped, looking back at him you swear your breathing stopped. He was truly beautiful. The piercing ocean blue eyes, the sharp, angled jawline, the perfect face. His tall 6’4 build and his body. Holy shit his body. You had just happened to have seen it quite a few times being his best friend. He looked like a living angel. And all you could just do was giggle, as he came running at you. Attempting to run in the other direction, the world spun again, causing you to fall over. You felt strong arms pick you up and swing you upside down over his shoulder. “ Cmon silly. I told you so.'' Bucky grinned as he carried you, snatching the blunt from your fingers. “ Bucky, please! You know I'm ok and I just wanted to piss off you and Stevie-” you rambled and snorted laughing as a sharp smack to your ass stopped you in your tracks. “ BUCKY!” you wail as he cackles. “ Hush peaches. You're too cute for your own good.” as he walked back to Steve, you poked your head up and saw the motorcycles gleam under the fluorescent purple lights. “ Buck, let's get a motorcycle.” you exclaim as he sets you down next to Steve. He snorts. “ What?! We could ride it all over the place! We could go to New York, California, Paris.. Maybe even the ocean!” you look up at him and smile. He grins down at you, a glint in his eye. “ I’ll think about it, bunny.”  “ Whatdda think of that Stevie pie?” you lean your head against his shoulder, peering up at him, your hand sneaking across to pat his cheek. “ I think you’re extremely high and could properly write a pretty fuckin good Pink Floyd song right now” Bucky bursts out laughing and you swear you feel your heart drop to your ass. God that is truly music to your ears. And his smile. Oh god, his smile. You could write poems better than Shakespeare on how beautiful it was. “Your laugh sounds like the bass riff in the Lemon Song by Led Zeppelin Bucko!” you giggle. Bucky crouches down to your level, meeting you on the ground with Steve, tilting your head with his hand and smirking. “ You silly silly girl.” he brushes a thumb across your cheekbone and down, ghosting over your lip. It takes everything in you not to suck it, as your lips part slightly. “ You guys almost finished?” Thor poked his head out, eyeing you suspiciously. He snorted, realizing you were  fucked. “ Oh, this should be funny…” Steve barked out a laugh as he stood, brushing the dust from his jeans. “ NICE ASS STEVIE!!” you yell, attempting to swat at it, but he's too tall standing and you end up missing. Thor boomed out with laughter. “ C'mon you” Bucky pulls you up by your arms gently, throwing an arm around your shoulder to steady you as the two of you walk into the bowling alley once again. “ We’ve got a game to win.”

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BUCKY'S POV

She was stunning. Captivating. Addicting honestly. She was like a drug, like the weed he inhaled an hour prior. He was mesmerized by her. The way the neon lights glimmered against her pale skin, the way her wavy blonde hair fell down her back like a waterfall. Her eyes always had depth behind them, always. And whenever she'd smile or laugh they light up like carnival lights. Dawn was truly beautiful. And he knew for a fact he was not the only one who thought so. He noticed how other guys would stare when she walked by, how they'd steal glances at her petite frame. He definitely noticed, even when she never did. And each time he'd hold her a little tighter, walk with her a little closer. But he couldn't think of her that way, could he? Bucky knew deep down he loved her more than a friend. Much, much more than a friend. But he couldn't truly ruin what they had, could he? All those years- just changed because he had an attachment to her? He truly couldn't shake it off though, as much as he knew he probably should. So instead of talking to the bartender that was throwing him flirty glances all night, or the brunette at lane 10 who winked at him, he pulled Dawn a little closer to his body. The girl he truly wanted to be with. Bucky watched as she went up to the line, all their friends cheering her on. She did a little twirl and rolled the ball with difficulty, and watched as it slowly knocked over three pins. Dawn was ecstatic, jumping up and down as everyone laughed and poured more drinks. She ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him the best she could, her tiny figure barely up to his mid stomach. Bucky inhaled her scent of vanilla and cinnamon. It was intoxicating. He could never get enough of her. He went to twirl a piece of her blonde locks sound his finger, feeling how soft and silky it was- “ Earth to James?” Dawn called up to him. “Huh?!” he blinked, snapping out of whatever trance he was in. “ I said... Did you see me? Wasnt I fuckin awesome?!” She glanced up at him, her eyes red and glazed, cheeks red as she swayed slightly to the music coming out of the speakers. “ Yes Peach, you were crazy awesome. Nixon ain’t got shit on you baby.” He chuckled. She giggled as he twirled her around and around like he always had since they were younger. “ Your turn Bucko!” Steve and Peter called to him, Peter handing him a ball. “ Watch and learn Dawn.” As he turned away from her and looked at the group of all of them, he caught Steve's eye as he winked at him. Steve knew. He always knew. And as he walked up to roll the ball, he knew he was fucked. Dawn would never ever leave his mind... And he didn't want her to.

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DAWNS POV

Dawn’s eyes opened slowly, as she sat up, sleep still clinging to her bones. “ Wha-” “ Ahhh there she is!” You hear a deep yet sweet voice say from beside you. Bucky was in the driver’s seat of his convertible, one hand on the wheel and one on your thigh, tracing circles. You look over and smile at him, the streetlights illuminating his face. The clock reads 1:12 am, and The Beatles “ Here, There and Everywhere” plays quietly out of the speakers. “ Buck where are we going? What happened?” He chuckled, removing his hand from your thigh to run it through his long black hair. “ You had some fun peach. Drank a little, smoked a little, and kicked some major ass at bowling.” “ Damn fuckin right I did!” you laugh, throwing your feet up on the dash. “ I thought we could grab a bite to eat at the drive-in and get you home Peach. You need some sleep silly.” “ YAYYY!” You yell excited you’d be getting your coke and curly fries. You always got that, and Bucky knew it. He just smirked and the two of you sang the Beatles off-key at the top of your lungs, cackling when Bucky would hit the high note as he drove down the freeway and pulled into the exit and into the drive-in.

“ That. Was. Fucking. Amazing.” you exclaim as Bucky neared your house. “ Munchies hit that hard honey buns?” You fidgeted with nervousness and arosoul, praying he didn't notice. “ Maybe.. Beer and vodka doesn’t satisfy my hunger.” “ And thank god for that,” Bucky said, snorting as he pulled into your driveway and stopped the car. You open your door and feel a strong set of arms pick you up bride style and swing you around. “ BUCKY!” you shout, caught off guard. “ You wanna wake the whole fuckin neighborhood up Peaches?!” Bucky rolled his eyes as he shut the car door with his foot. “ I am not letting you walk up those three stairs alone. It’s like Mount Everist up there. Besides I like having you in my arms.” He explained as he carried you up the driveway and up the steps. You nuzzled into him more, inhaling his scent. Pine and mint. It was intoxicating. Bucky set you down at your door and you wobbled slightly. “ Come in?” You ask, turning back to look at the angel behind you. The porch light glowed hazily on his face, and his eyes lit up. “ It would be my pleasure peach.” You step into the front hall and head towards the stairs, waving your finger at Bucky to come up with you. “ Bucky will you be my bbm baby?” “ Now what made you think of that?” Bucky laughed, following you close behind to your room. You turn to look at him, standing on your tiptoes to flick his nose. “ You’d be a perfect one.” He sighs and placed a hand over his heart in a dramatic gesture as you giggle. “ Oh, I know peach. It would be my absolute pleasure.” You rolled your eyes, slinging off your jacket as Bucky picked out a record from your collection to play. Your reflection shines back at you through your vanity mirror, as you grab your brush and stroke it through your long hair. Led Zeppelin plays softly as Bucky comes up behind you, hugging your waist and drawing you closer to him. “ God I love you Peach. You smell amazing,” he says, his head down towards your neck as you bare it to him, tilting your head slightly and moving your hair over your shoulder. He nuzzles it as bites it gently as you giggle. “ What do I smell like Bucko?” “ Vanilla, cinnamon, sugar, and weed. I just wanna eat you all up..” Bucky drawls on as he meets your eyes in the mirror. Your cheeks are flushed red and you feel your core tingle as he meets your gaze and nips and tugs at your earlobe. He smirks, seeing the effect he’s spilling onto you. “ Cmon peach” He twirls you around and sets you on the bed. “ Play with my hair?”

Your fingers had ran through his hair until the record stopped playing. You had no idea what time it was, or what was happening, all you knew was that Bucky's head was in your lap, his tall and big figure covering the entire bed, asleep for all you knew. You two were talking, until he suddenly became very quiet, purring like a cat when you scratched his scalp. Bucky was rarely in this state, so vulnerable and open, except with you. He truly only trusted you, and well.. Steve. But even Steve didn’t get this side of him. He was usually too on edge, determined to protect you. Seeing him like this was, different- in a good way. The soft lighting from your fairy lights and the vanilla candle you had lit beforehand shown on his face, making him glow. He looked so at peace and well, youthful. At ease. But suddenly, as you gazed down at him, tracing your thumb across his jaw, jet blue eyes pierced yours. You smiled softly but were suddenly thrown over him, ending up on his lap. “ What was that for?” You shriek, laughing. “ I don’t know.. I just like seeing you on top of me Peach. You’re so pretty like that, on top of me ya know? You truly look like a goddess. But I think I’d prefer you under me.” Bucky said, his hand slipping under your top to brush along your hips, tracing patterns along them. Your breath hitched, and you felt the heat of his touch consume you. Wetness pooled down in your thong. “ What's wrong honeybun? At a loss for words?” He purred with a cocky grin on his face, as your cheeks turned scarlet. One of his hands snaked up to reach your cheek, his thumb brushing your lip. As he sat up, you straddled across his lap, your hands meeting his cheeks, just brushing your fingers across them. You felt a pull between the two of you, and suddenly you were inches away from his lips. “ Do- do you think about us like I think about us?” You whispered gently and he smirked. “ Depends on how you think of us peach. You wanna show me, give me a little example hmm?” He edged you on, and you leaned even closer. “ Give in honey.” Bucky drawled. “ Show me. Be a big girl and show me what you mean baby.” His voice dropping an octave and his eyes full-blown with lust. And as your lips met his, you swear you were addicted. You couldn’t get enough of him. He was everything you had ever wanted. His lips were so soft, so delicate, yet as his hands reached up to pull you closer to him, one around your waist and the other cupping your cheek you swore you felt that possessiveness he’d always shown towards you. And you loved it. God, you loved it. Your tongues danced in sync and he tasted like coffee and caramel. You let out a moan and he captured it between your lips. When the kiss broke, he tilted his head and smirked “ Yes Peaches. I have for a while now. And if you want this, and you trust me, there’s nothing more I’d ever want to do in my life than to worship that beautiful body like it deserves. You’re a goddess Dawn.” You felt your cheeks redden even more as your gaze dropped. His fingers scooped under your chin and pulled your head up gently to meet his. “ Hey hey no hiding now my bunny. Stay with me yeah? Whatever you want honey, do not ever feel embarrassed around me ok?” You nodded your head as a smile appeared on his face. “ I want this Bucky. I’m yours. Forever.” And with that, he kissed your lips with a growl.  

[xwanderlusterx3]

Christmas in the UK (Tom Hiddleston/OC Fanfic)

Author's note: This is all inspired by a dream I had over a year ago; I haven't written in a long time and am trying to get back into it- be gentle with me. Hope you enjoy.

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Tom and I have been what one would describe as best friends for years- it was the holiday season and he had invited me to his flat in London to have dinner with his siblings who were in town for Christmas. This was my first time meeting them after years of just hearing their names and stories. When I arrived they were all already there, sitting cozily in the living room of Tom's large flat- his sisters and their small families. As I entered the room I was immediately greeted by warm smiles, and a kiss on the cheek from Tom.

Emma, small with dirty blonde hair and a sweet smile, the youngest of the three Hiddleston siblings, shook my hand and introduced her husband Jack and two boys- Aiden who was 5 and full of energy, and Charlie who was only a few months old, cuddle in blankets in Jack's arms.

I turned and greeted Sarah, the middle child of the Hiddleston family, with strawberry blonde hair, tight eyes and a fierce face that was a bit intimidating as she took a minute to assess me. Her husband Yakov gave a polite smile as she introduced him and their daughter Lacey, age 9, who was spinning in her Christmas princess dress.

“It's great to finally meet you all. I'm just sorry it took so long to do so.”

“Don't be sorry,” Emma smiled, “Its not your fault Tom didn't bring you around sooner.” she smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

“Hey now, its not been necessarily easy to international travel here as of late, or have you forgotten?” He replied.

“Excuses, excuses.” Emma sasses, “but we are so glad you could be here to join us this evening. We are so happy to have you.” and she seemed genuine about that.

“I'm surprised you were able to breakaway from work and family around the holidays in order to come out to merry old London.” Sarah was looking at her nails, almost disinterested. “What does your husband think of all this?” she pries and I can already sense she may not not like me.

“Sarah. .” Tom warned.

I reach a hand toward him in protest, “No, its ok. I was expecting a question like that.”

Sarah looked surprised.

“He's totally fine with it. Brett's met Tom plenty of times and knows how close we are. Plus, it's been my dream to make it out to London around Christmas and unfortunately he wasn't able to get the same time off as or he'd be here too.”

“Right. How unfortunate.” she nodded.

Jeez, we'd just met and already I could feel the disdan radiating off her.

Emma smiled, taking the smallest of her two boys from her husbands arms. “Forgive her, she can be a bit cheeky sometimes, but she means well.” she came beside me, cradling little Charlie in her grasp.

“It's ok, I promise.” my voice slowly turned into a coo, as I reached my hand to Charlies, letting his tiny hand wrapping around my finger.

“Do you want to hold him?” she offered, motioning the baby toward me.

“Oh no, I couldn't.”

“Sure you could” Tom beamed, “It'll do you some good.”

I could spit at his shit eating grin, he was doing this on purpose. Tom knew I wasn't a kid person, and he adored them.

“Just for a moment, I promise he barely cries.” Emma adjusted her form to give me access to taking hold of little Charlie, I grabbed at him awkwardly, worried I'd not support the neck or heaven forbid drop him mid transfer, but there he was, in my arms, staring back at me with bright eyes and a hint of a smile.

Maybe this wasn't all bad.

I made sure to look up to give Tom a small glare and he chuckled before whispering, “but you're doing so well.”

I shook my head and began to bouncing Charlie, walking around in a circle where I stood.

“I guess you aren't so bad,” I say lowly, freeing one of my arms to let Charlie wrap his small hand around my finger again. I had to admit, he was pretty cute and he smelled so sweet. I never imagined having children, it wasn't something I wanted, but the longer I held him, the more I found myself able to at least consider becoming a mother. . .maybe. . one day.

I could feel several eyes on me all around the room, I gazed up to see Emma, her head cocked gently to once side, admiring the maternal instincts come out in me, Sarah, biting the side of her lip with an annoyed expression and lastly Tom, his eyes glistening with a wide grin on his face. He moved toward me, walking around to position his chest at my back, placing his hands on either of my shoulders, resting his chin by my neck. “Careful, Brittany.” his voice low and buttery, “We might make a mum out of you yet.”

I won't deny, in our years of friendship and the depth of how I felt for Tom that I hadn't fantasized about what a life with him as my partner would be like. Marriage, kids, a house with a white picket fence - the whole thing.

Just then an image flashed in my mind of he and I pushing a toddler in a swing and my cheeks burned red.

I was snapped out of my day dream by Toms hand, moving hair from the side of my face to tuck it behind my shoulder, I positioned my head to look at him and he rested his forehead on mine, letting out a sigh of what sounded like contentment.

I would have paid good money to know what he was thinking in that moment.

“Alright then!” Sarah shouted, clasping her hands together, “When can we anticipate dinner?”

Tom dropped his hold on me and suddenly the room was a little colder.

“Ah yes, dinner. It should be ready any moment now, Brittany - would you be so kind as to help me set the table?” Tom began for what I imagined was the kitchen. I happily agreed, gentling handing Charlie back off to Emma who praised me for how good I'd been with him.

Making our way into the kitchen to load up on dishes and silverware Tom rested a hand on my lower back, guiding me to the correct room of the flat.

“I am truly sorry about Sarah,” he said in little more than a whisper.

“Don't even worry about it, like I said, I expected questions.”

We were in the kitchen now and it smelled divine. Mashed potatoes and thick brown gravy on the stove and the scent of turkey radiating from the oven.

“You did all this yourself?” the kitchen island was full of homemade cookies and small tarts as well.

“My sisters brought a few dishes, so I can't take all the credit, but you do know I love to cook.” Tom said stirring the gravy.

“I can't believe this is the first time I've let you cook for me, Mr. Hiddleston. I promise it wont be the last.” I say playfully.

“You only needent ask , my dear.” he smiles and it touches his eyes.

It warms my heart seeing how happy he was to have my company. It had been almost a year since we'd seen each other in person, but we talked almost every day via text or facetime. He had been so busy lately with shooting films, press interviews and such, that he barely had time for mundane tasks, let alone visit with a friend who lived so far away.

“I'm really happy you're here.” he reassured my thoughts, reaching to take my hand in his.

“Really? I couldn't tell.” I tease, watching his thumb rub over the back of my palm.

“What? Why not?” his brow furrowed.

“Well, for starters. . You haven't hugged me yet.”

He chuckled, “Then come here, you.” he pulled my hand, motioning me into his arms for an embrace. Tom hugs truly were the best hugs. Warm, deep and comforting- like a cozy blanket. I had to stand on my tippy-toes to rest my head on his shoulder, not only because I was short, but because he had always been so tall. My nose was greeted with the scent of his hair that lay resting there, it had grown quite long since I'd last seen him, and it really did suit him.

I'm sorry I've been so busy lately,” he said into my hair, laying light kisses on my head. “I promise I'll make it up to you in the four days we have. I'll be at your beck and call every second, showing you all around London. How does that sound?” He has me at arms length now, looking me directly in the eyes with such promise.

“Sounds perfect.” I almost forget how to speak, our time apart had caused me to completely become oblivious to the chemistry we shared. There was always a magnetic pull between him and I, since day one. It wasn't anything he and I could act on since when we met I had already been married for some time, but out friendship was too precious to just let go of because we couldn't be together romantically. This had been something we had had heavy talks about several times in the past, but nothing ever really changed between us.

His eyes scanned my face, as if taking in all the detail of my features he had missed, memorizing them, before stopping at my lips. Like gravity pulling him in, his face began to close in on mine and before I could object Sarah's voice interrupted.

“This doesn't look like setting the table to me.” her voice was laced in anger and my face went red with embarrassment.

“Oh good, Sarah's come to help. It'll go quicker with another set of hands.” Tom chimed, apparently going to act like we hadn't just almost been caught in a kiss.

“ Brother, I. .”

“Later, dear sister. We've got hungry mouths waiting.” Tom zoomed past her with plates in his hand, headed toward the dinning table.

Sarah simply glared in my direction before opening the silverware drawer with a huff.

Lovely, just lovely.

Dinner was as delicious as it smelled, we had all managed to make enough small talk to fill all possible silence. . Well everyone but Sarah, who refused to do anything but glare back and forth between Tom and I. I learned a lot about Emma and husband, their jobs, how they met- even a little about their son, including his favorite color. Sarah's husband would join in from time to time, but not a peep was made from Sarah, herself.

When everyone had finished their meal, Tom and Emma were in the middle of a reminiscent conversation, so I decided to take this time to collect everyone's dirty dishes. I hated doing dishes, but I felt like it would be a nice gesture as well as give me a little time to think and collect myself after what had taken place by the stove not long ago.

“No, no. Set those down. You are a guest, guest don't do dishes. What kind of host would Tom be if he let you clean up after us.” Emma said the moment she realized what I was doing.

“It really is no trouble, plus I want to feel like I did something for you guys tonight.” I replied, taking the dish from in front of Sarah, careful not to make eye contact.

“Set those down, love. I will take care of them.” Tom cooed. I directed my eyes to his that were apologetic, knowing his actions earlier had probably completely shot my nerves.

“Please, let me.” I tried to communicate to him without words- to give me this moment to myself. “I love doing dishes. It'd be my treat.” I lied. I know he knows I hate dishes.

His eyes fell to his wine that he'd barely touched and nodded. “Alright. I'll allow it, but only because you love it so.” he said, taking the glass in his hand before downing the contents. “And bring me back another glass on your way back, will you, love?” I half smiled, knowing the situation had driven him to drink. I really shouldn't have come.

“Of course, be back in a bit.” I excused myself to the kitchen.

What was I doing here?

I had battled with my decision to say yes to Tom's proposal that I come out here for months before I agreed to. My husband, Brett, had reasoned with me, telling me I'd kick myself if I didn't come, which I would have, but he had no idea there was anything but friendship between Tom and I.

This was a mistake, right? I had just gotten here and already we had almost kissed. I had 4 more days of having to be on good behavior.

This was foolish, yes- but I couldn't just leave on the next plane out of the country.

Or should I?

I was a few dishes way from being finished when I felt someone enter the room with me.

“Are you just here to break my brother's heart, or what?” I turned around startled to see Sarah in the door way, a glass of red wine in her hand, almost empty.

“What? No, I would never. . .”

“Really? Than why are you here? Half way on the other side of the world from your dear husband, with a man who is clearly head over heels for you.” she sloshed her glass at me as she spoke.

“Sarah, I promise- we are just friends, really good friends. I didn't come out here to make trouble, I came here to meet you guys and see London. I. .”

“Do you think I'm daft? That Emma and I are both blind to the way he feels about you? Bloody hell, are you really so foolish?” she laughed. “We've tried to get him to date for years and he refuses. Something about time,” waving a hand in the air, “but we all know it's because of you.” she glares.

“I promise, I. .”

“No, listen here. . I know exactly your ploy. You came out here to use Tom for a good time, let him dote over you, spend his hard earned money on dinner and gift. .just so you can leave and run back to your husband when its all over. Breaking him, when he realizes he can't keep you, leaving Emma and I to pick up the piece.” tears are filling both our eyes at her words and I'm at a loss for what to say.

“That's . .”I stumble over the lump in my throat. “That's not why I'm here.”

“Well, good- because I won't allow it. Tom deserves happiness, damnit. A happiness you can't provide, so why don't you finish those dishes girl, grab your things and go right back where you came from.” she gulped the last of her wine before turning on her heal to retreat back into the dinning room.

I stood in place, shocked.

Sarah held nothing back and I was left to process it all.

I had to leave, I couldn't spend another moment here. Not if it meant hurting Tom, not if it meant being in the same house with Sarah.

Crying, I quickly finished the last of the dishes, dried my hands and took a few deep breaths. I would have to think of something clever, something believable. I wiped my eyes, to clear the tears while thinking of a good reason for my exit.

I'd' grab the next taxi and head directly back to the airport, hopping the next plane back home, even it meant sleeping in those uncomfortable chairs while I waited. I'd have to figure out what to tell Brett on the flight.

I collected myself before working up the courage to show my face again in the dinning room which I now realize was most likely full of people who don't want me here. My heart clinches at the thought of Emma faking her delight in meeting me. Was acting just a talent that ran in the family or was she actually genuinely happy I was here?

I shook the thought from my head, it didnt matter anymore, I was leaving.

Biting back my pride I made my way to the table. "Brett just called," my voice wavering. "He thinks he might have Covid." I lied, looking only at Tom whose expression turned concerned.

"Oh that's awful. Is he ok?" Emma stood from her chair and leaned toward me.

"He isn't doing so well, so it looks like I'll be cutting my trip short." I dropped my gaze. I couldn't continue looking at Tom, he'd know I wasn't truthful, he could read me like a book.

"Well that's no good, when will you be leaving?" Jack, Emma's husband asked.

"Right away, I'm afraid. I've already got my flight booked." Lies continued to spew from my mouth in the form of word vomit and all I could do was hope that I was half as good at acting as Tom was. 

"What? So soon?" Tom stood from his seat. 

"Unfortunately." I nodded.

"Well, that really is to bad." Sarah tried for sincere but I could hear the victory hiding in her voice.

I felt the tears forming, threatening to split over the brim of my eyes, giving me away. "Thank you all for tonight. For. .everything." I take one last apologetic look at Tom before hurrying for my things in the living room. 

"Brittany, wait." He calls for me, but I've got to get out of here and into the next taxi or I won't be able to keep up my act. 

In a rush, I sling on my coat and grab my luggage.

"Brittany. . " Tom calls again, closer this time.

And I'm out the door, greeted by frigged air and a light snow fall.

The road is busy with the Christmas hustle, as I hail for the next available cab. 

"Come on, come on. . " I urge as two taxi's voom past. 

I think to walk around the corner to make it look like I'm long gone when Tom inevitably comes to find me, but I'm too little to late. Tom's concerned tone rings out from the door of the flat behind me. 

"Sorry I. . " 

Somewhere on the walk from the door to my side Tom's concern turned to anger, "So that's it then?"

"Wha.."

"I nearly kiss you and you run?"

Oh Gods, he thinks this is his fault. "No, that's not at all what this is about. . I told you .."

"I know what you told me, I also know it was a damn lie." He sneers, "Do you truly think I don't know you well enough to tell when you're blatantly lying to my family and I's faces?"

Ouch. This whole plan was set to avoid hurting him and it seems I've managed to anyway. 

"Tom, I. ."

"If it wasn't the almost kiss, than what is it than?" He huffs and the warm air is visible in the cold. "And please," his voice falters a bit, "try not to lie."

I can feel a part of my heart shatter at his plea. This isn't at all how I saw this trip going and depending on how the next few minutes went I may lose my best friend forever. 

"It was a mistake coming here." That didn't come out how I meant it to and I'm plague with instant regret. 

Tom's expression had fallen so quickly, I'm afraid I'll never be able to mend what was just broken. "I see."

"Tom, I don't know what I expected to happen when I came out here. . I'm married." I reminded him.

"Wait. ." His left eyebrow lifted. "Did Sarah say something to you?".

I wasn't sure if I should be relieved that he came to this conclusion on his own without me being a tattle-tale or worried that he'd found the truth and what rift that may cause in the relationship between the two. 

I paused to think.

"Brittany, tell me." His teeth were gritted together in anger again. 

"She's only looking out for you." I came to her defense and not even I'm sure why.

His arms raised, landing his hands behind his head, "I knew it." He said, almost relieved? "What did she say to you exactly?"

I shrugged, "Just that I shouldn't be here. That it would only hurt you. To go right back where I came from. ."

He sighed. 

"But, is she wrong?" I huddled my arms as close to my body as I could to try and keep warm. 

"Brittany, I invited you here because I want you here." Slowly he makes his way toward me. 

"You belong here." He reaches a large hand toward my face, resting it on my frozen cheek. "With me."

"Tom. ." I try to pry my gaze from him, but its no use. I'm a moth to the flame.

"And I should have done this a long time ago. . " before I even have a chance to think, his lips are on mine in a kiss so full of longing I almost burst. I know this is wrong and that I should move away, but my motor functions are just as much frozen in shock as they are from the cold. 

When he finally pulls away he rest his forehead on mine, his eyes to the floor. 

"I know I should apologize for that, but I have nothing to be sorry for. I've been holding that in for years." He chuckles, moving back a bit to look at me. 

It's been a moment and I'm still at a loss for words. I wasn't mad he kissed me, and in that moment I barely felt any guilt, only complete and utter contentment because I wanted it too. 

"I love you, Brittany. None of this has gone as planned so far, but as long as you know that. . " he trails off, bending my head toward him to kiss my crown.

I'm still speechless as I look at him. He seems so happy and proud of himself, its almost adorable. I'm afraid anything I might say will ruin the moment so I just stare awkwardly.

"Please," he laughs nervously. "Say something. . .anything?"

"That's just it, I don't know what to say." I grab a button on his peacoat and begin to latch it to the other side. "Or do for that matter. Where do we even go from here, Tom?"

He takes my hands in his."Brittany, look at me."

I meet his eyes.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes, but.."

He shakes his head, "Are you in love with me?"

"Again, yes- but. ."

He shakes his head again, "That's all I need to know. Now please, come back inside out of the cold. I'll deal with Sarah. We don't need to have everything figured out right now. We have 4 days to sort it all, but for the time being lets get you warm again, darling." He wraps his arm around my shoulders rubbing my sides with both his hands creating warmth from the friction. 

"When we get inside, I'll show you to your room. You get settled in and I'll deal with my sisters, alright?" 

I nod, thankful I wont have to fess up to my lie or face Sarah again. 

"Draw yourself a bath and we shall talk when your completely relaxed, ok?" 

I nod again.

We've made it to the door and I take a deep breath, he spins me toward him and plants a chaste kiss on my lips, "I love you, Brittany. You have no idea how good it feels to finally be able to say it aloud."

The End

[morbidanthem]

Growth and Evolution (Pregnancy Headcanon)

-> A03 Here <-

Continuity - Pokémon Sword and Shield

Character(s) - Leon | Fem!Reader Parring - Leon/Fem!Reader Genre - Cute, Fluffy Rating - T for Teen and Up Warning - Mentions of Sickness, Getting Sick

Word Count - 996

[Piers]  | [Raihan]  | [Leon]

✏️Written 06/27/2021✏️

Leon

Sitting in Leon's cold and dark room at his parent's house definitely helped your nausea subside quite a bit.

You let out a loud sigh, as you threw one of his pillows over your eyes, doing your best to block out all forms of outside stimuli on your senses.

You had felt a little ill this morning, but after you got sick you hoped it would subside on its own long enough that you could enjoy Leon's family BBQ.

It had been a long time since his family was able to get together like this.

Once you've gotten here, though, between the smell of the meat cooking on the grill and the loud sounds of everyone's conversations and laughter.

Well… you just had to excuse yourself for a while to let your body calm down and rest.

Now, here you were, basically hiding in Leon's childhood bedroom, while everyone else was outside having a good old time.

You were almost afraid you might have ruined the BBQ with your absence, considering how excited Leon's Mother was to see you again.

Though, hearing Hop had goaded Gloria into another Pokémon Battle made you relieved that they didn't miss you as much as you thought.

Though, hearing the heated battle outside between her Inteleon on his Rillaboom made you wish you were outside to see it.

You love watching Pokémon Battles, especially battles between such strong and promising young trainers.

You heard Hop shout in defeat, as his Rillaboom was knocked out by Inteleon.

'Dang! That must've been one heck of a Knockout!'

'That tears it!'

You decided enough was enough.

You weren't going to let your body ruin one of the few moments of peace you had gotten in your hectic and busy life.

So, with perhaps too much gusto, you sprang out of The Champion's Bed- and marched right downstairs to the front door.

Only, to knock dead into Leon, as he had opened the front door at the same time as you.

You yelped in shock, as the sudden impact of his body was enough to knock you over.

"Sorry!" He had shouted, grabbing your arms and catching you before you fell. "You alright, My Love?" He asked in a softer tone, pulling you closer to him.

You sighed softly, relishing in the touch of his warm and toned body.

It always felt so nice to be held by him.

"Yeah, you just startled me more than anything!" You laughed, turning to look up at him, as he continued to hold you in his arms.

"Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were feeling ok- you left in such a hurry…" He mumbled, burying his face into your neck.

You sighed, melting into his touch, as he held you tighter.

He was so kind to be so worried about you.

How did you get so lucky?

It felt like forever since he held you like this, ever since he has not only the Battle Tower to worry about…

There were also talks and rumors that he may become the next chairman of the Marco Cosmo Corporation as well.

You missed him.

You had missed kissing him, and holding him, and just… just being like this.

Ka-Ping!

"Hm? Wonder what that is?" You mumbled, slightly disappointed, wiggling around in Leon's grip to grab the Rotom Phone out of your pocket.

New Message From 'Doctor's Office'

"Oh! I bet that is my Lab Results!" You spoke softly, Leon humming in response, as he never stopped softly stroking your back.

‘Congratulations! According to your hCG levels, 288,000 mIU/mL, it would indicate you are about 12 weeks Pregnant! Please Call us at your earliest convenience to discuss an Action Plan. Thank you, and have a wonderful weekend! - Doctor Hunter'

You had felt your knees give out, as you heard Leon shout as he braced you against him once more.

You had released the grip you had on your phone, causing it to float, as to avoid shattering the piece of hardware on the ground.

"What? What's wrong?!" He had shouted, as he looked up to your Rotom Phone that had begun to float in the air around him.

"L-Lee-" You whispered, trembling in his grip, as you watched his face become rather serious.

Then, in an instant, he began to smile and laugh and shout like a mad man.

Before you could even open your mouth to protest, he had you lifted into his arms, as he began to spin around.

He was so overcome with joy and delight, he couldn't hold it in.

"This is incredible! I can't believe it! You've made me so happy!"

His shouting and twirling had caught the attention of the younger Trainers, who all came running over to see what had caused Leon to have such a huge outburst.

After Hop, Victor, and Gloria heard- their shouting had caught the attention of the other adults at the BBQ.

All of whom had gathered around you two to congratulate you.

"Lee, I think I'm gonna be sick. Put me down! Ughhhh!" You shouted, still rather playfully, lightly slapping his shoulder.

You really did start to feel a little queasy.

"Leon! Put her down!" You heard his Grandmother shout at him.

He compiled, and you began to clutch your stomach to try and ease the nausea you felt.

"It explains why I've been feeling so odd." You mumbled, as you felt your stomach churn roughly again.

"E-Excuse me!" You shouted, as you pushed past everyone to run into the house, feeling your stomach ready to expel its contents for the fourth time that day.

"Ah, I remember my first Pregnancy- I was as sick as a Poocheyna!" You heard his Grandmother joke, as you were running inside to use the restroom.

You really hoped this part of it wouldn't last long… though, you were more than happy to know you had a strong support network to help you and Leon along the way.

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#5

HETALIA CHARACTERS AS SHIT I'VE HEARD TEACHERS DO AND SAY

America: *chases a child around in a Caterpillar costume on all fours and screeching*

England: "The best way to get rid of a body is either dissolving it in acid or feeding it to pigs"

Germany: "I feel like I'm aiding and abetting some criminals here"

Prussia: "This is a but, and a very big but it is"

France after someone makes too many virgin jokes: "Well you should be a virgin and if you aren't then please give my condolences to whoever gave you your first rodeo, they just have been so dissapointed"

Russia: "You can make a molotov cocktail at home using alcohol and a rag, but don't tell you parents I told you this"

Denmark: *Walks around school in neon green speedos and a neon pink raincoat*

Latvia: "My ears may be small but they hear all your secrets"

Italy: "mAMMa mIa this computer will be the death of me!"

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#4

PROMPTS FOR HETALIA POLYSHIP WEEK 2022

(June 14/Day 1) Sleepy mornings/ Winter/ Pets

(June 15/day 2) First Kiss/ space/ Family

(June 16/Day 3) Rainy day/ Spring / Storms

(June 17/day 4) Lets get you out of those wet clothes/ And there was only 1 bed/ Supernatural

(June 18/Day 5) Flowers/ Painting/ Beach

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#3

The real question is which nations would have a tumblr

My bet would be on Iceland

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#2

Oh can you write ukfrain? I thought like a love triangle (real one) and they're all too dumb to notice they're in love with each other. I do like Frain being very close and lot of PDA dispite them not saying and England feeling jealous because he/she isn't between them.

Oh wait. It can be nyo if you want 👀

OH, OH ok apparentl;y this turned into the horniest thing ive ever written. maybe im just feeling gayer than usual. A lot of this went into describing what i like about women im so sorry

Y E S. These shits being oblivious and England being jealous and all being very gay

Names bc Nyos: Isabella (Spain) Francene (France) Elizabeth (England)

Dammit why was Isabella so pretty!

This was the simultaneous thought of more than one very gay women in the conference room as Spain flounced up to give her speech.

Spain in a suit could turn most women gay, let's be real here, but if they were already gay, that could be a small problem.

As she droned on about agriculture most people had tuned out and were busy doing various things, like being on their phones, irritating someone or staring at Isabella's hips, luckily for Isa, only 2 people were staring at her hips. But unluckily for her, it was Francene and Elizabeth, one was her best friend (and fuck buddy) and the other was her past rival (now occasional fuck buddy.) 

Now you could argue that  Francene and Isabella's relationship had long surpassed being just fuck buddies, looking after each other and cuddling in the rain, being there when the other was down, kissing eachther goodnight, while sleeping in the same bed.

Normal homie behaviour at its finest.

After that it was Francene, she gave an actually well delivered and structured speech about strikes and why they happen and how to prevent them to avoid major closures. Most people were listening and to some extent Isa and Elizabeth were too, but they were also getting occationally sidetracked by Francenes clothing choices. A very close fitting waistcoat that left little to imagination and even though the skirt reached the knee, it showed her stocking clad calves and if she stretched, parts of her thigh and it was really sending Elizabeth around the bend.

She knew that Francene was mostly occupied by Isabella, but she really wanted to be held dammit. Preferably by either or both of those 2.

When it was finally Elizabeth's turn to speak, she pointedly avoided looking at either of the two. After all she was not wearing anything exactly provocative and her bodily dimensions left a lot to be desired, so she wouldnt have to worry.

At least that's what she thought.

Her bin provocative clothing and her overall dimensions did nothing to stop the two romance nations imagining things that would have gotten them flogged in centuries past.

I mean Elizabeth has done it before, so why not again.

Elizabeth's presentation on urban and rural development was the end to the incredibly long meeting.

Most nations had agreed to go to the pub before going to their hotels and probably sleeping, though some noises occasionally said otherwise.

Elizabeth walked to the canteen, avoiding Isabella and Francene like the plague, even if that meant being around Julchen and Amelia, two women who had no idea what being quiet was.

Except today, they were mostly silent, only muttering to each other under their breaths.

After an infuriating 5 minutes she asked "What is wrong with you two, neither of you have said awesome or dude yet and you're being awfully quiet."

Julchen, being an absolute beast at covering up her tracks and 100% wanted to torture Elizabeth said "We were talking about how I'm pretty sure that Isa and Francene have a thing going on."

"Oh you think I dont know that? I hear ✨sounds✨" she said, quite disgruntled as you would imagine.

She looked over at the two who were being so sappy that she couldn't look away defo not imagining herself in some questionable positions .

Elizabeth stopped her beer while Julchen did as well, Amelia was being a pussy in the corner and drinking coke.

But a couple of beers later, everyone is understandably a bit tipsy and whilst Amelia was stuck with dragging a mooning Elizabeth and a very depressed Julchen out of the bar.

Amelia looked on in dismay as Elizabeth sort of walked (she wasn't stumbling but like still a bit wobbly) over to the very passionately making out duo in the back.

And her tongue being plied with a generous amount of liquid courage says "Can I join you?"

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218 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I think us, as the hetalia fandom, ship so prolifically because we know that without stupid romance what has hetalia got to offer us, I'll tell you what.

Pain, bloodshed, the sufferings of people who have lived though countless wars and lived to tell the tale, killed, maimed, often people close to their heart, or what's left of it

219 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

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[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Mon 7 June ‘21

Liam’s podcast with Steve Bartlett is out and while I still don’t care about that guy I’ll give him this-- he does great at getting out of the way and letting Liam talk. And boy does Liam talk! Liam says A LOT and let’s all just pause to send him some big hugs before we get into right? And then look to the future- Liam’s routine is to say ‘things have been terrible but it’s fine, it’s fine NOW’, always, even when that is absolutely obviously not true, and today is no different but for once I actually believe some of his hopeful bits too which is so great! I hope things really are shifting for him and I can’t wait to hear this new song of his. But there’s a lot that’s hard to hear too, oh Liam. He said that he and Maya have broken up (so yes, presumably why he just moved again such a short time after they moved into their haunted house), talked about his struggles with his alcoholism (and said he’s been sober for a month right now, go babe!), shared the usual distressing stories about his time in the band and what that was like for him (and how it still impacts him), and he talked about his new song and how it feels different for him than his past solo music. Truly though there is SO MUCH more than I can get into here or then you can get from the UA highlights- I HIGHLY recommend actually watching at least parts of the video, also because the attempt to summarize so much erases all the charm and humor, of which there is much. If you don’t think you want to watch Liam’s interviews, it has to be because you aren’t watching Liam’s interviews, they’re delightful! Plus really if you care about 1D and want information about what it was like for any of them, listen to Liam, he’s the one who’s out there talking about it.

About Maya he said, that yes, he is now single, and “I’ve just been not been very good at relationships,” and “I’m a proper perfectionist… at the start of the relationship you put out this complete false character like I might as well go in in costume, I’m like putting out something that is not there... kind of like encompassing someone else’s life with your crap rather than just doing your thing and laying out your store from day one. That’s my biggest problem is that I feel like I don’t lay out my store... and then I’m annoyed when they don’t like what I like,” and “I think my problem is I struggle to be on my own sometimes... I dive in and out of relationships too quickly. I’ve not spent enough time on my own to relearn about myself.”

He laughs about his tendency to ask his manager things during interviews; “My fans think that Steve is doing something to me, they’re like liberty for Liam because he always looks to Steve, but that’s because I like him. It’s not because he’s harming me as a person. There’s like a hashtag Liberty for Liam because they think I’m some like prison child,” and he also said “my manager’s my best friend,” (and he’s said in the past he is a big support for him) and mentioned stuff they’d talked about recently around his therapeutic awakenings.

He talked about therapy being something you have to want to do and be ready to do rather than being pushed into, like getting sober, and says that this time around with his own therapy work he’s really felt that and thrown himself into it and he talked a lot about his relationship to therapy in connection with band days. “I mean one of our old managers went to therapy from being a manager of One Direction. So if you can imagine how that feels like the rest of us definitely need some.”

“We were young,” he said, “What I found was I didn’t know I was the boss until like a few months ago, I still don’t even feel like I am now, like I’m such a child. And everyone I work with now is older than me and wiser than me and I’m like what the hell am I doing here with these people. When we were 17 I thought the security guard was like in charge of me so I was like Can we leave the room? No? Oh ok then,” and “when we were in the band, the best way to secure us was just lock us in our rooms. And of course what’s in the room? Minibar. So at a certain point, I thought Well I’m gonna have a party for one and that just seemed to carry on throughout many years of my life... You know I spoke to somebody about this in child development as a teen, the one thing you need is freedom to make choices. That we could do anything we wanted it seemed from the outside but we were always locked in a room at night and then it would be car, hotel room, stage, sing, locked. So it’s like they pulled the dust cloth off, let us out for a minute, but then it’s back underneath again,” and “the day the band ended I was like thank the lord for that. And I know a lot of people are going to be mad with me for saying that, but I needed it to stop. It would kill me.” Anyway, he said, because it wouldn’t be Liam without an upbeat coda, “I don’t want any of this to get lost in translation. I’m not 100% moaning about my life... it’s had its ups and its downs, but I would rather talk about it and it’s therapeutic for me.”

And what about that exciting new song? Liam said, “We have a really cool song in the pipeline... one of the first ones I’ve actually written myself- with some other people, I didn’t write it by myself, but it’s the first one I’ve really liked. And I think I got so used used carting around other peoples songs and not embedding myself creatively in what I do because I was so scared to find out who I was,” and “I don’t really know how I would tour again. I really want to” [on discord today he said he would be touring next year] “I always said throughout my solo career I’d let my song book speak to me. And I don’t think my song book spoke to me to get off my ass. I only became a solo artist because I had Strip That Down. I wasn’t gonna do it, I was gonna leave it alone. I was like, I survived it once thank you very much- but I’m back in now. Because the song, I knew it was right. It felt right with that song, I hadn’t had that. This year, the song we have I feel really really great about. So I’d rather let the music do the talking than me come out and force it. We don’t need any more useless music in the world, it needs to mean something,” and he mentioned the new song on the discord a lot too, most notably picking out a long comment that thanked him for making the fan feel supported and safe and for “putting your heart in everything you do” and for his support of the LGBTQ community to respond to with, “I think you will really like the new song.”

A few other random bits, he said that he thinks there should be a system to make therapy available to musicians in the industry, “I think I’m definitely gonna get a dog because I need routine,” and “I recently started jujitsu,” yeah you and everyone else huh, so do him and Louis and Oli go to the same gym or ???, and he acknowledged that as an addict he may have just transferred that to working out “but there’s a lot worse things to be addicted to then looking after yourself” hmm but he does seem to say that he’s doing better around body image stuff; he talks about having put on weight during lockdown and seeing himself in the BAFTAS performance- “I saw myself... and I was like ‘oh my god I’ve completely let myself go in this’. And it was fine...I feel so much more secure in myself now.” Oh and that he’s written a comedic movie script “based around AA” and his experiences there, such as how “I had a really weird AA experience the first time that I went. My first experience was with Russell Brand.” LMAO yes! Cannot wait, bring on auteur Liam please! Anyway as if ALL THAT wasn’t enough he’s also dove into the lead up to his NFT release; he said “I'm almost ready to share my NFTs with you guys... Who wants to see them?” and posted a tiny preview that tells us its (their?) title for the first time- Lonely Bug.

Niall and Anne Marie perform on Jimmy Fallon tonight, and the hype is already a go! I guess it’s prerecorded, as we’re already seeing pictures from it; they’re singing to each other with the cute car from the video in the background. Niall signed on to a letter to Boris Johnson asking for changes to music streaming revenue rules and signed by 232 artists (including all the artists Johnson recently named as his favorites, haha). Zayn signed on to a Billboard petition to the US senate calling for gun safety laws. The bar Zayn got into the fight in front of posted “Zayn's a regular at Amsterdam Billiards and he is a true gentleman. On Thursday night he was confronted by an inebriated passer-by outside on the street and was called a homophobic slur. We support Zayn & condemn homophobia in the strongest terms!” And also PS omg again because it just isn’t going away: Harry’s beauty company is called Pleased As, his name is Harry Edward Styles so yes when listed last name first, as legal documents do, it spells SHE but it is not a “feminist abbreviation” (WHAT? even??) nor the name of the business.

[pietrosskinnyjeans]

The one where you comfort him

It had been just under 2 months since the battle of Sokovia, when I had used my healing abilities to bring Pietro Maximoff back to life.  Before this, I had only healed mild wounds, cuts and sprains, so after the shock of realising I was able to resurrect, my god complex was at an all time high. Pietro and his sister weren’t all too fond of me to begin with, given the destruction my father’s weapons had brought upon their lives. However, they certainly warmed up to me after I saved Pietro. I’m not all that mad about it though, I mean, who doesn’t love a good ol’ enemies to lovers trope? I know this isn’t wholly appropriate to think, considering that he is my teammate and dating him would cause a plethora of issues. But, he’s a 6 foot tall, blue eyed boy with an 8 pack and a slavic accent, how could I not think about such things?

 Adjusting to American life as avengers hadn’t been easy for the twins, but I’d like to think that I was helpful as possible, introducing them to American traditions and assisting them in improving their English. Although, regardless of any of my actions, or any of the teams’, it was apparent Pietro wasn’t adjusting all that well. Wanda had mentioned to me he had quite a reputation in Sokovia, and was anything but introverted, yet here it appeared that he had completely retreated into his shell. I mean, can’t really blame him though, if I was resurrected I think I would have gone through a full scale mental breakdown, wondering whether my life had meaning, and whether I was meant to be revived in the first place. Oh, and he was also living with the person who invented the things which were responsible for his parents death, so that probably wasn't very fun. 

 Wanda had gone out to pick up the takeaway we were having for dinner with Natasha, Clint and Steve. Whilst it may have seemed a little excessive to bring 4 people to pick up takeaway to anyone else, you must be reminded how much food it takes to take to feed a team of ‘enhanced individuals’ as the government calls us. I mean, Pietro can eat 5 whole pizzas on his own without breaking a sweat. 

 Bruce and my dad were in the lab, so I went looking for my favourite wannabe Guy Fieri so I wasn’t standing around the compound by myself like a sad loner (I mean seriously, with that hair he could be a Vegas impersonator or something (perhaps a future career to pursue if this whole ‘avengers thing’ doesn’t work out??)). 

 I walked towards his bedroom and knocked lightly, not wanting to waltz into his room unannounced. He opened the door, the somber impression that was present on his face fading rather quickly, and was replaced by a false sense of content. 

 ‘Hey princeza, you want to come into my room?’ he said playfully, a small smirk forming on his lips. 

 ‘Sure I don’t mind, just wanted someone to talk to. Everyone is either in the lab or going to get food.’ I stated rather bluntly, butterflies appearing once I noticed how close he was to me. 

 He opened the door wider and gestured for me to enter his room. I entered and immediately noticed The Dick Van Dyke Show playing on his TV. ‘odd choice’ I thought to myself. 

 ‘Didn’t take you as someone who liked watching old American sitcoms, Pietro’ I said, chuckling slightly

 At my remark, his face dropped slightly, as he stared reminiscently at the TV. 

 I looked at him, and realised tears were beginning to well in his eyes. 

 ‘Are you ok?’ I asked, to which he cleared his throat and responded 

with ‘fine’  rather harshly. 

 Instinctively, I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, to which he failed to shake off, and began to speak, starting to sense what the matter was. 

 ‘ Hey, I know you’ve had to be strong for the longest time. You’ve had to be there to protect your sister, comfort her, and suppress your own feelings in the process.  But listen to me when I say this, Piet, you don’t have to be so strong anymore. You no longer have to suppress all these emotions you feel. You have Clint, Nat, the whole team. I momentarily averted my gaze, before staring into his sapphire eyes once more. You have me. 

 Tears welled in his eyes, and I was quickly pulled into his chest. My heart ached for him as he clung to me tightly whilst sobbing. I began to lightly rub his back with one hand, and stroked his hair gently with the other, softly muttering ‘its ok, you're safe with me’. 

 I know, I know, it all seems very cringe worthy. But honestly, I was just proud that I wasn’t laughing. You see, I'm not all that good at comforting others. 

 After a moment, he sniffled and gently pulled away, eyes puffy. 

I smiled gently at him, and stroked his cheek, in an attempt to provide some comfort. 

‘I'll be there to listen if you want to talk. No matter what time it is, where we are, come and find me. To remind you that after everything that has happened, you’re finally safe. And, whilst the events of the past cannot be erased, to remind you that you’re going to be ok. Because you don’t have to suffer alone anymore.’ 

‘Princeza, that sounds like something in one of those stupid American movies’ He said, laughing heartily whilst wiping his tears. 

‘I was trying to be comforting!!’ I exclaimed, my smile mirroring his

‘Yes, well, maybe don't do that again, because it was really, really bad’ He chuckled once more before seeing a slight pout evident on my lips, following up his previous remark with a ‘ok, ok  I am joking.. It was pretty cute.’ 

“Aha! I knew it!!’ I shouted, whilst playfully slapping his arm

We were silent for a moment, before he moved himself closer to me and shifted his gaze from my eyes to my lips ( which honestly made me feel like I was about to have a goddamn heart attack ). He continued to close the distance between us, and placed a passionate yet gentle kiss on my lips. 

He pulled away, and noticed my visibly shocked impression (honestly, at this moment I was just thinking how dead I was gonna be when my dad found out. But also like !!! he kissed me!! )

‘What? You didn’t see that coming?’ He said playfully

 ‘You know, you really need to get a new catchphrase. Because that one, is absolutely horrible.’ I said, before I leaned in for another kiss.

 Note: So i’ve never rlly written anything before so this is probably not the best. But, I was bored and didn’t want to study so here we are. Lmk if there are any ways I can improve !!