#ok ok sorry for being negative i'm done

[tourmalinedreams]

those gay dudes from shameless seem really crazy and fun but how do i find blogs that don’t like. uwu-ify them to hell and back. i’m not saying it’s always a bad thing but...........sometimes i want to enjoy fucked up weirdos without the deluxe tumblr paintjob

[vbecker10]

Trust Me

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N) - established relationship

Summary: You and Loki have been dating for a year and a half and you moved into his apartment in the Tower last month when your apartment's lease was up. Since you've moved in, Loki has been coming home late more and more often. You fear he is cheating on you like your exes did, you finally break down and confront him. He admits has been keeping a secret from you but it's not what you expected.

Warning: Angst of course, being cheated on in previous relationships (briefly mentioned), fear of being cheated on again, lack of trust, arguing, negative thoughts, Loki being a little stupid

A/N: Ok... tiny spoiler but there is a super fluffy ending 💚 I know it's kinda long but I just didn't feel like making this a two-parter

You have just finished cooking dinner and begin to set the table when you catch a glimpse of the clock on the stove. You feel a growing sense of disappointment, Loki should be home already. Sitting alone at the table, you look at the food for a few minutes until your phone vibrates causing your heart to sink. Without even checking, you know what the text will say.

<Darling, I'm so sorry I need to finish something for Stark. I'll be home late, don't wait up.>

You frown and scroll back up to the previous messages in the chat. Loki had sent you similar texts twice and you've only lived with him for six days.

<Okay. I made you dinner, it'll be in the fridge. Love you>

He replies quickly.

<I love you too>

You instantly lose your appetite and decide to put all of the food away. It is hard not to feel as if Loki is avoiding you. In the year and a half you've been dating, he only worked late a handful of times and it was never several days in a row.

What are the odds that his work load has suddenly increased now that I am living with him? you think as you fill with anxiety. No, Loki loves me, you try to reassure yourself. He would never lie to me, if he says he is working, he is working.

You get another text from Loki as you close the fridge.

<I forgot to tell you, I picked up all of the very specific snacks you requested. I am looking forward to spending the weekend with my arms wrapped around you while we watch that absolutely absurd show you love so much>

You smile, your worries fading quickly as you text him back.

You change the channel again but you are barely watching the TV. You've had an unusually long and stressful day and you really need to cuddle with Loki but something tells you he is not coming home just yet. Almost as soon as you think it, your phone vibrates and you sigh.

<I'm sorry love, I'll be home late again. Don't wait up>

<K>

You text back the single letter, unsure if Loki can tell the subtle difference between 'okay' and 'k' but you just don't have the energy to fake being fine at the moment.

Two minutes later Loki responds.

<I love you>

You swipe the message away without replying, putting your phone in your pocket. You turn off the TV and decide you're done for the night, you can't bare the thought of eating alone for the third time this week. Without eating, you take a shower to try and wash off the day then crawl into the large, empty bed.

Once you are under the covers in the dark, your thoughts begin to race. Why does Loki never seem to want to come home to me? Does he really have that much work to do or is it an excuse? What if he is tired of being around me? We only just started living together but it feels like he is just trying to avoid spending time with me. What could he possibly be doing until midnight three or four nights a week?

No, not what... who is he doing, the little voice in the back of your mind pushes through. He's cheating on me, I've just been too blind to see it.

But Loki said he would never betray my trust like that, he promised, you counter but your negative thoughts quickly return. My previous boyfriends all seemed honest too, until they hurt me.

There are other signs I've been ignoring, you allow yourself to think. The calls, the texts, you wipe away your tears and cling to his pillow. You had gone into your bedroom two weeks ago and Loki was sitting on the bed, scrolling through your phone. He told you he was checking the weather app before you left for the park but the answer didn't feel right. You had nothing to hide and would often let him use your phone without question but you couldn't shake the feeling that he was looking for something. One thing you learned from your first boyfriend was that if someone started snooping around, it was because they were hiding something of their own.

Soon after that, Loki began getting texts that he didn't respond to or he would leave the room to answer a phone call. He always insisted it was Steve, Tony or Thor and that it had to do with work but you found it harder and harder to believe him.

He probably didn't even really want me to move in with him, your mind switches tracks suddenly. Sometimes I feel like the only reason he asked me to move in was because I had complained that my lease was running out and he was tired of hearing about it.

That's not true, you try to correct your thoughts. Of course Loki wants me here. You remember what he told you when he was helping you pack.

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Your memory of Loki is quickly pushed aside by your memory of crappy ex number two. You had moved in with him just after college when you both realized you couldn't afford to live in NYC on your own. You had only been together a few months before you signed the lease on a one bedroom and it was just two weeks later when he began working later and later. It turns out, what he really wanted was a roommate with benefits and to still see other woman.

"That's everything," you said, looking around your empty bedroom. You had a gnawing feeling, even then, that Loki would grow tired of you and cheat. You wondered if you were setting yourself up for another heartbreak and Loki seemed to sense your anxiousness.

He took your hand in his and kissed it lightly, making you smile. Then he said, "Darling, I know the timing seems convenient but I have been wanting to ask you to live with me for some time. I know you prefer to take things slowly but I would have asked you to move in with me a year ago if I thought you would have agreed."

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I can't keep denying this, you roll onto your back and look up at the ceiling, tears streaming down your cheeks. Loki is cheating on me. The only question is did this start after I moved in or has he been doing it the whole time?

A few hours later Loki walks into the apartment completely exhausted, all he can think about is crawling into bed with you. He hates how late his project is keeping him, he misses you tremendously and needs to feel you in his arms. Loki is overwhelmingly concerned by your response, or lack there of, to his texts tonight. You had never not told him you loved him and it made him nervous.

He pauses in the dark when he is just outside your bedroom and realized he can hear you crying. His heart aches at the sound and he turns on the light when he enters the room. You roll over away from him, clutching his pillow tightly.

"Y/N, are you okay?" he asks. You are silent, unable to answer his question. He crawls onto the bed next to you over the covers. You squeeze your eyes shut, hating how safe his actions make you feel, his chest flush to your back and his strong arms around you. "Darling, please tell me what's wrong," he urges gently.

"You're cheating on me," you state through your tears.

"No," he pulls back in surprise, "No, Y/N, you know I would never do that to you."

You shake your head, "You never come home."

"I'm sorry, I'm working on something-" he tries to explain but you cut him off.

"Who is she?" you ask sitting up. He moves to sit up and face you.

"Love please, I'm not-," he again tries to deny he is cheating but you don't let him speak.

"I know you aren't working this late, you never worked long hours before I moved in," you tell him as you wipe away your tears angrily. "Just tell me who she is unless... unless there's not just one other woman." Memories of your third ex-boyfriend flash through your mind, he had cheated on you with five women that you knew of but you were sure there had been others.

"There is no one else. I swear on everything in the nine realms I have been nothing but faithful to you," he promises quickly.

Your heart desperately wants to believe him. You love him so fiercely, more than you ever thought possible especially after you had been hurt so horribly in the past. Your mind, however, is convinced that you can't trust him and you shouldn't have let yourself fall for him. You know it will destroy you to leave him but you can't remain with him if the trust is gone.

"Look at me," he says, touching your cheek lightly. "I have never and would never cheat on you. I know you don't believe me right now and I understand you have been hurt in the past but I love you and I respect you too much to ever treat you the way those pathetic excuses for men ever did."

You sniffle and he says, "It's late, come with me tomorrow morning. I will show you what I have been working on. I will show you that you can trust me."

You nod in agreement although you are unsure how he can prove to you he has been faithful. He wipes your tears gently. "Don't," you whisper, pulling away from him when he moves to kiss your cheek.

"Would you prefer if I sleep in the living room tonight?" he asks. His chest hurts even as the words leave his mouth but he knows if he pushes too hard, you will retreat further away from him.

You nod again, unable to trust yourself to speak. You want to tell him to stay, to comfort you but how can he if he's the one who caused you this pain.

"Okay," he says quietly. He hates knowing he hurt through his actions. He tucks you back under the covers and runs his fingers through your hair slowly in the hopes that you will relax even the slightest bit.

"I'm so sorry I've made you feel this way, this was not what I wanted," he says softly. "I was planning something for you and I didn't have time to work on it during the day. I should have thought about how you would feel when I didn't come home but I need you to know that coming home to you has always been the best part of my day."

"I love you," he kisses the top of your head and you feel him get out of the bed. He turns off the light but waits a few seconds before leaving, hoping you will change your mind and allow him to stay with you. As soon as he closes the bedroom door you begin sobbing again.

Loki paces angrily back and forth in the living room. How could I have been so stupid, how could I have missed how upset you were? he thinks as he runs his fingers through his hair. He never intended to hurt you, he had become so distracted trying to make sure everything went perfectly to plan that he let the most important person in his life slip through his fingers. He sits heavily on the couch, wishing morning would come quickly.

He lays down after a few minutes, his hand over his eyes and remembers the day he first asked you on a date.

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"No, Loki, I'm sorry," you told him while you were sitting together in the park. You slowly removed your hand from his and shifted away on the bench.

A few days later, the two of you were cooking dinner in his apartment and you asked him if you could explain why you had told him no.

Loki was almost too shocked and hurt by your rejection to respond. You had been doing date-like activities for almost a month and he had finally decided to ask you out officially. After a long moment he said, "I understand. I'm sorry, I must have misread things between us. I thought..." he shook his head, his words dying off. "Friends then," he looked up at you and smiled.

"Of course," he answered, a part of him hoping there was still a chance, however small, that you would change your mind.

You sat with him at the dining table and said, "There are two types of people when it comes to trust. You're the first type, you trust with your whole heart unconditionally. Once someone breaks your trust, however, it is gone forever."

He nodded in agreement knowing he had trusted his father without question but once he found out the truth, it was gone and could never be restored.

You continue, "I'm the second type, I don't trust anyone when I first meet them. I can't help but assume everyone is lying or unfaithful or willing to hurt me until they prove otherwise. I wasn't always like this but all three of my previous boyfriends cheated on me so now I almost feel like I've lost the ability to trust anyone. It was why I have so few friends."

After another hour of telling Loki what they had done, he promised to find your exes and make them suffer for how they treated you. You laughed in response, telling him that they weren't worth him getting in trouble but you secretly loved how protective he was of you.

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You roll over again, unable to get comfortable without Loki next to you. You close your eyes tight and try to force yourself to sleep but it seems impossible. I don't understand why he would do this, you think. He had tried for so long to earn my trust and convince me to be with him. Why would he throw it all away?

Three months later you were sitting on Loki's couch together, the same one he is trying to sleep on now. His arm was around your shoulder and you were leaning comfortably against him. Your mind wandered since you had seen the movie before and after replaying the last few weeks in your mind you realized something.

From the day you told Loki no, he had been nothing but patient with you, being the friend you needed. You continued to go to museums, parks, movies, from the outside it appeared as if it were dating but Loki never pushed you. He would hold your hand as often as he could and you discovered he gave fantastic hugs but he never went in for a kiss or asked you out again although you could sometimes tell he wanted to.

"Loki, ask me again," you said out of seemingly nowhere.

"Ask you what darling?" he laughed as he paused the movie.

"Ask me on a date," you smiled nervously. "That is, if you still want to date me."

His eyes lit up and a smile spread across his lips. "Y/N, would you go on a date with me tomorrow?" he asked, holding your hand.

"Yes," you answered and he kissed your cheek causing you to blush. He promised you that he would never make you regret giving him this chance.

There is a light knock on the door and Loki opens it slowly. "Good morning darling," he forces a smile and you can tell by the redness in his eyes he slept probably as well as you did. "I know it is early, but I need you to come with me. I can't bear the thought of you thinking I've cheated on you for a moment longer."

He stops in front of the last door in the hall and he clears his throat. "It isn't finished yet," he says before he opens the door. "I was hoping to have it ready for your birthday next month."

You both get ready in silence and leave the apartment. He walks next to you and you can tell he wants to reach for your hand but you keep your arms crossed against your chest. You step into the elevator first and Loki pushes the button for one of the highest floors in the Tower. You have never been to that floor and are honestly not sure what is up there. When you arrive, he leads you down the empty hallway without a word.

"My birthday?" you ask confused.

He nods, "You were right, I have been lying to you and hiding something but I never meant to make you feel as if I was trying to hurt you. I was a fool for not realizing this was a horrible idea."

Loki opens the door and the lights turn on as you follow him inside. You freeze, your hand covering your mouth.

"It's almost an exact replica of the Great Hall in the palace," he says looking at the high ceiling. He looks back at you, "You told me you wanted to see Asgard and this is as close as I could get to making that happen for you."

"Loki-" you can barely speak as your eyes try to take in the room.

Your heart fills with love but also pain and guilt that you hadn't been able to trust Loki the way he deserved. You slowly move through the space and you are blown away by the tall marble columns, stained glass windows and gold accents all around you.

"The calls and texts were to your friends and family," he explains. "I needed to go through your phone for their numbers. When we were at Scott's party last year, you said you had never had a surprise party so..." he shrugs. "I tried."

"I'm so sorry," you tell him, putting your arms around him but he shakes his head.

"I'm sorry, I thought you would like it," he says utterly defeated.

"I do," you tell him earnestly. "Loki this is amazing, you are amazing. I can't believe you did all of this for me. I don't deserve this."

"You deserve the world Y/N," he tells you, his fingers wiping away the tears you didn't realize had fallen.

"I gave you plenty of reasons," he corrects you gently. "I can see how... sketchy my behavior was. I just wish you told me your fears sooner, before they consumed you so completely. I would never be able to forgive myself if you left me because I did something stupid. "

You hug Loki tighter, resting your cheek on his chest while he runs his fingers through your hair. "No I don't," you tell him. "I didn't even try to believe you. I compared you to all of my exes and I assumed you were just like them even though you have never given me a reason to mistrust you."

"A lot of magic, that's why it is taking so long. It is draining to build the type of illusion that can withstand being touched and will remain even when I am not here," he explains.

"This isn't stupid, this really is amazing. I love it," you look up at the painted ceiling again. "I love you."

He smiles, "I love you too."

"How did you even do all of this?" you ask, looking around again in awe.

"It's why your always tired when you do finally come home?" you ask.

"Yes," he tilts your chin up. "But you are worth it." He leans down and kisses you.

The night of your 'surprise' party Loki walks into your bedroom with a beautiful deep emerald green dress. He smiles at your reaction and says, "This is my first gift of the night for my queen."

You finish getting ready and meet him in the living room. He stands from the couch, his eyes fixed on you. "You truly are a goddess," he says as he walks over to you. He puts his hands on your waist and you put your arms over his shoulders.

You blush at the compliment and joke, "You look half decent I guess." He laughs, both of you knowing full well how much you love when he wears a suit. Tonight he chose his black suit with a green dress shirt to match you and black tie. He leans down to kiss you and you find it impossible to let him go but he eventually breaks the kiss.

"Loki, you've done too much already," you can barely contain how happy and loved he makes you feel.

"You can only be so late to your own party," he smirks and you agree. Taking his hand, you walk towards the door but he stops you. "Wait, I think you are missing something," he says as he conjures a long, thin velvet box. "A second gift for my love."

"You deserve every bit of it," he says as he opens the box to reveal a gold necklace with a small resin pendant. You notice a tiny flower in the center when he places it around your neck from behind. "It's a freesia, the flower. They are often thought of as a symbol of trust and I want you to have this, to know you can trust me completely as I trust you."

He puts his arms around you and pulls you close. "You didn't ruin anything, please stop apologizing. And for the record, according to every single person on the team, I am the annoying one in this relationship, not you."

You fight to hold back tears and say, "I'm sorry I almost ruined everything. I can't imagine how annoying I must have been, constantly reminding you that I didn't trust you and comparing you to my exes."

You laugh and look up at him, "That's just cause they don't like you as much as they like me."

He smiles, "At least you like me."

You shake your head no and giggle. "I love you," you tell him then you reach up and kiss him.

He strokes your cheek softly, "That is all that matters to me."

Loki smiles at you before opening the door and the lights turn on. Everyone yells surprise as you step into the space and there is no need for you to fake being completely amazed. Loki has added so much detail work, flowers, candles and even some balloons since you had last seen the room. The Avengers, your friends, your family and some of your closest coworkers are here, ready to celebrate you. You turn to thank Loki and he lets go of your hand.

You look down in shock, covering your mouth with one hand as he reaches for your other hand. He kneels on one knee in front of you, a small ring box in his hand.

"Y/N," he starts but he is unable to get another word out

He smirks, "At least I was able to keep this a surprise."

"Loki..." you can barely believe what is happening.

"Yes," you answer quickly.

He laughs, "Darling, I didn't ask yet."

"I don't care, yes," you tell him and he stands up, putting the ring on your finger. You don't even look at it but you know it is perfect. You throw your arms around Loki and he picks you up, kissing you fiercely.

"I love you," you tell him over the sound of everyone clapping in the background.

"I love you too," he says before kissing you again.

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[literaryavenger]

I just saw a skating show and one of the guys looked like bucky and now I NEED a yn × figure skating partner bucky one shot. With them working on a throw and he's all mad she can't land it then gets hurt and all the angst and comforting. Omg please I'll cry I love you! ❤️

Ok, I have to admit this was my first ask and I got so excited that this got a little away from me. I'd like to say I'm sorry for not putting much technical stuff about figure skating in it but I know really nothing, I did my best researching stuff but it's still not much. I hope you're happy how it turned out, if not let me know! I really just took it and ran with it, I really hope you like it. 🥹❤️

also, sorry it took me a little but my keyboard broke and I had to wait for the new one because writing on the phone I would've made too many mistakes.

On Thin Ice - Bucky Barnes x y/n Stark

Summary: you're paired with Bucky Barnes for an important competition but your negative feelings towards each other make everything much more difficult. Figure Skating AU.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Stark reader

Warnings: Bucky being an ass. Reader gets hurt. Angst. Language cause why not. Minimal use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 6.6K

Masterlist

Being a Stark isn't always easy.

Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not like you’re superheroes or anything, but being the daughter of Tony Stark meant that you always had to be not only on your best behavior but you had to be the best in general, no matter what you were doing.

It’s always been a lot of pressure growing up, but it's something you're used to at this point.

All your life there just wasn’t room for failure.

When you were little you hated it, sometimes even hated your dad for it, but you had to give it to him that it made you detail oriented and more driven and focused than most, so with time you came to be grateful for it.

His continuous badgering you into taking various lessons as a kid is also what led you to discover your passion: figure skating.

Skating was something that just somehow came naturally to you, and the more time you spent at the ice rink the more you fell in love with it.

You loved just spending hours going and going, to the point where the world blurred around you and you almost felt like you were flying.

After seeing how happy it made you, your father eased up a bit on you, but he still expected perfection, which you always worked hard to provide.

All you’ve always wanted was to make him proud of you. Which he was and never failed to mention, but you were still terrified of disappointing him.

All the pressure your last name came with was nothing compared to the pressure you put on yourself, you were always your hardest critic.

That is, at least, until you met Bucky Barnes.

You don't know why, maybe he just hates you and likes to humiliate you, but it seems like he always has something to say about your performances.

It all started the very first day you met, you were 18 at the ice rink your father decided to buy for you on your birthday the week before.

You were shocked to say the least when he told you, but he had always been better at showing his love rather than saying it, and don’t ever let it be said that Tony Stark didn’t love his daughter to death.

It was the same place where you skated for the first time when you were merely 5 years old, which you then changed for one closer to your home, but this one held so much more sentiment for you that the extra travel time was worth it, and it was also much bigger, the place where a lot of the important competitions happened. 

The Saturday after your birthday you finally had some free time having just finished exams week and finally being done with high school once and for all, so you planned to meet up with Natasha at the newly named ‘Stark’s snowland’.

Natasha was also a figure skater and you two have known each other since you were 8 years old, participating in almost a lot your competitions together, which usually ended with the two of you in first and second place.

Then Natasha started doing more and more couples competitions with various partners, but you were still always there to cheer for each other.

When she texted she was running late, you decided to just wait for her on the ice so you went inside, put on your skates and just got lost in your head, glad that the early hour meant nobody was around yet.

Then, after having done a few easy moves and having just finished an Axel, you heard some clapping coming from the entrance of the rink.

You stopped abruptly and looked for the source of the noise when you spotted a brunette cheering on you like he was at the Olympics standing beside a blonde that looked kind of embarrassed by his friends' antics.

"Didn’t realize I had an audience." you said, while moving towards them.

"Well, you should with the way you move out there." the brunette said, shamelessly checking you out shortly before receiving a smack behind his head, courtesy of blondie.

"Sorry about him. My name’s Steve," the blonde said while you tried hard not to laugh at the look his friend was giving him. "and this jerk here is Bucky." He pointed at his friend, who seemed to suddenly remember you were there because he turned to you with a charming smile while you introduced yourself.

"Is this your first time skating here?" Bucky asked "I’m sure I would remember a pretty face like yours." he then added, making you blush.

"I usually only come here for competitions, but-" before you could finish talking you heard the door behind them open and Natasha screaming "Stark!" making the boys turn around to look at her.

"Romanoff!" you greeted her, laughing.

Bucky turned back to you, face suddenly all serious, which confused you a lot since he was all flirty smiles until two seconds before. He mumbled something about having to go and almost ran away as fast as he could.

You looked at Steve who seemed as confused as you felt, gave you an apologetic smile and went after his friend. 

You didn’t have much more time to ponder on the sudden turn of events because Natasha was in her skates on record time and raring to go.

All you know is, for the rest of the day you felt Bucky’s eyes on you but every time you turned to him he had a stoic look on his face, and every word out of his mouth towards you was criticism on whatever you were doing.

And here we are now, 6 years later and nothing has changed.

Now 24 and having graduated college, you can be found at Stark’s almost everyday while you figure out the next phase of your life.

It’s honestly not bad, your dad wanted you to intern for him at Stark Industries during college so, after you graduated, you could start working for him full time, but that’s not what you wanted.

If you’re honest with yourself you do want to take over your father’s empire one day, just not yet.

You wanted to keep doing skating competitions, therefore all the free time that you had during college was spent skating. And so, as a compromise, your dad had you teach a few kid classes during the week when one of the teachers unexpectedly quit one day, and you happily agreed.

You did this for all the duration of college, after graduating you kept doing it and, to your father’s delight, took on even more classes to keep yourself a bit more occupied.

It was at the end of one of these classes that you were suddenly approached by Barnes today, which was very rare.

Usually both of you did your best to avoid each other, even when you started being there everyday, you wouldn’t give each other even a second glance, as far as you were concerned.

You’ve liked him when you first met him, but after months of him being nothing but an ass to you, you decided to stop trying and largely ignore him unless you were in a larger group that consisted of you, him, Steve, Natasha, Sam, another friend of theirs that you quickly became friends with, and Scott, a friend you made your first week of college.

Needless to say, you were baffled to see Bucky walk up to you and not immediately insult your behavior during the lesson that just ended, like he usually does when he gifts you with his presence. Instead he said "Hey Stark, can we talk?"

"Uhm… sure. What’s up, Barnes?" you say while starting to put down the cones you'll need for your next class.

"You know the couples competition that we’re having here in a few months?" he asks, following behind you. You think he looks nervous, which you find weird as Bucky Barnes is as confident as they come.

"Yeah, what about it?" You stop what you’re doing and turn around towards him, too curious to not give him all your attention.

"Well, I wanted to sign up, but it seems like I’m missing a partner.,," he says while rubbing his neck, almost embarrassed by what he’s asking.

"Don’t you usually team up with Nat?" you ask him.

"I do, but she’s gonna be out of town that day, and all the other girls are either paired up or not interested…" he explains, still not going to the point.

"Where are you going with this, Barnes?" You ask, crossing your arms in irritation at the time he was wasting while you still have things to do before your next class.

"Are you really going to make me ask?" he almost whines and, when you merely raise your eyebrow, a clearly amused face at his almost desperation, he finally gets to the point of his interruption. "Fine. Will you be my partner?"

Although you suspected where he was going, it's still a little shocking to hear him ask. Before you answer him though, you feel the need to tell him "You know I’ve never done pairs before, right? Not even outside of competitions."

"I know, but I also know you’re a fast learner." at your confused look, he elaborates "You’ve been training here for what, six years now? I’ve seen you learn pretty advanced moves in a crazy short amount of time for last minute competitions or even just for fun. And, whether I like it or not, you’re one of the best figure skaters I’ve ever met." he finishes.

That last sentence has you scoffing at him and starting to get annoyed at him "You don’t need to lie to me just to get me to agree just because you’re desperate for a partner."

"Why would you think I’m lying?" he says while having the audacity to look confused at your anger.

"You do nothing but criticize me all the time! The real question is, why would I ever think otherwise?"

"Just because I criticize you, doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re good!" he says it like was the most obvious thing in the world. "Please Y/N, I really need a partner, and, right now, you’re my only choice. Please." he adds at the end, just for good measure.

To be fair, Bucky had never been this polite or patient with you, and has never even called you by your first name, so it was clear that this was important to him, which is probably what led you to say yes.

He seemed happy for all of two seconds before going back to being the usual jerk, which made you instantly start to regret your decision, but you figured old habits die hard, you just had to be a little patient and he would get easier to work with the more he got used to this. 

Boy, were you wrong. 

For the next three months you met with Bucky three times a week, working out your routine and training sometimes even for hours.

It wasn’t anything you hadn’t done before, but what really annoyed you to no end was finding out that Bucky’s favorite brand of training seemed to be complaining.

All he did was criticize every move you made, right or wrong, even the couples ones you were still learning.

You also found out that being so close to him for such long periods of time made you clumsier than ever, which did not at all help the situation.

All it took was for you to be near him enough to be surrounded by his cologne and suddenly you were falling more than usual, missing your cues and straight up forgetting the next steps of the routine, which only gave Bucky more fuel to add to the fire.

It also didn’t help that whenever Bucky asked you why you were so distracted you lost all your natural Stark sarcasm and could barely get out a sound, not knowing how to tell him even if you wanted to, which you definitely didn’t, that he was the problem.

But you somehow made it through it and, with a week to go before the competition, you had it down to a T.

Or almost.

"Damn it." you say, frustrated with yourself, after you almost fall again on the landing of the throw jump.

The problem with throw jumps is that Bucky has to pick you up and quite literally throw you in the air and, while he does that quite easily, being so close to him right before he throws you disorients you just enough to miss twists and fumble the landing.

A thing that you’d never tell Bucky, which at the moment is giving the most annoyed look you’ve ever seen on his stupidly pretty face.

"Seriously, Stark?!" He almost yells while skating closer to you. "Why the hell is this taking you so long to get right? You’ve done harder things than this both by yourself and with me, so what the hell is wrong with you?"

Like always, you don’t quite know how to respond to him, not even wanting to acknowledge the cause of your concentration problem.

"Let’s just try this again." You say, quieter than you normally would, and get in position.

Your back is turned to him but you can hear him sigh before you feel him move and position himself next to you. You nod at Scott who’s controlling the music, and he starts again.

Everything is going great, until, again you fumble the landing, but this time you fall on your knees. You can hear Scott shouting your name, so you hold a thumbs up to let him know you’re okay.

You can see Bucky getting closer to you with your peripheral vision, but don’t look up or even try to make a move to get up.

You can feel the tears starting to form in your eyes, not because it hurts, but because you’re so frustrated with yourself for not being able to do this.

You’re trying your hardest not to cry out of anger when you see Bucky’s hand in front of your face, a silent offer of help. The last thing you want to do right now is look at his stupid face, so you slap his hand away and get up on your own, ignoring Bucky almost altogether and putting yourself in position to start again from the top.

Bucky comes behind you, but this time you can feel him looking at you while he says, "We don’t have to go again. We can stop here for today." his voice much quieter than it's ever been before, which only fuels your anger more.

"The competition’s next week Barnes, unless you want us to make fools of ourselves, we need to do this until I get it right." You snapped, letting him see you angry for the first time since you started training.

He was a little shocked but didn’t say anything else while he got in position, signaling to Scott to start the music.

All you can think about at this point is the disappointment on your dad’s face if you don’t win the competition, or worse fall like you just did.

You’re not even focused on Bucky anymore, in fact you’re so distracted that you don’t even make it to the throw jump before you fall, except this time you can feel that something’s wrong as soon as you hit the ice.

You can feel pain shoot from your ankle through your whole body and get immediately dizzy, you could barely make out the lights on the ceiling, your eyes going in and out of focus.

You can hear yelling and, once you concentrated, you can make out Bucky's voice saying words like ‘stupid’ and ‘incompetent’, which made you wish you had just passed out so you wouldn’t have to hear him insult you.

Your mind seemed to clear a little and you realized your tears finally started falling at some point, but you didn’t have much time to ponder on that before you were being helped to your feet, Scott telling you he was taking you to the hospital and everything was going to be okay.

You realized Bucky was no longer next to you before you even realized you didn’t have skates on anymore and were barefoot, but you just assumed he was too mad at you to care about your ankle.

-

You’re sitting in a hospital bed with a stomp on your left foot when your dad walks in, worry all over his face.

"Hey junior, are you okay?" you roll your eyes at his nickname, surely you don’t expect Tony Stark to be any less sarcastic seeing you well enough, but you’ve begged him to drop the stupid nickname which he refuses to because ‘but you’re just like me, it's a compliment!’

"I’m okay dad, just have to wear this for a few days." you say, pointing to your foot on a pillow.

"Good. Wanna tell me what happened?" he asks, taking a seat beside your bed.

"Just landed wrong while practicing the routine with Barnes. Too distracted, kept fucking up landings." you tell him, not daring to look in his eyes.

"Pushing yourself too hard?"

He surprises you with this question, but you promptly answer it. "If I was, I would’ve been able to land all my moves correctly. If anything I’m not pushing myself hard enough."

You can’t look at his face just to see the disappointment at your failure, but when you feel his hand on yours you force yourself to look into his eyes, and, to your surprise, there's no hint of disappointment.

"You know, sweetheart, I do mean it when I say you’re just like me. And there is nothing more heartbreaking to me than looking at you and seeing the same self-destructive tendencies I have reflected on you." he wipes a tear you hadn’t realized was falling from your cheek and keeps going. "I hate that I passed that on to you. I should’ve been more careful with you. I thought that letting you know I was proud was enough, unlike my dad, but maybe I should’ve been more specific."

"What do you mean?" you ask, sniffling a bit.

"I’m not proud of you because you always come first in competitions, or because you get the highest grades. I’m proud of you because I know you always try your best and put all of yourself into everything you do. That’s what being a Stark is all about. Plus you’re my daughter so let’s be honest, I’d love you to death even if you were a high school dropout who deals fake drugs to college kids."

You laughed while drying your tears, grateful for your father’s inability to stay serious for too long.

You hug him and say "Thanks, dad. I needed that more than I thought."

You let go of him and tell him about the real reason you couldn’t concentrate: the long-haired asshole with eyes so blue you felt like you were flying in the sky while looking at them, and like you were drowning the second he opened his mouth to say shit about you.

Of course you didn’t put it on those exact terms, but your dad was pretty good at reading between the lines.

By the end he had a smirk that made you want to legally change your name and run away because you just know he’s never going to let you live this down.

"Well, sounds like he’s really something." that’s all he says, weirdly. You eye him suspiciously but he doesn’t add to his sentence.

In fact, he doesn’t say anything more about it until he’s helped you get comfortable on your bed back home.

"You know…" he starts "little boys pull little girls’ pigtails on the playground to get their attention, because they don’t know what else to do." he says.

"Yeah, boys are stupid, so what?" you deadpan and he laughs then surprisingly says "Exactly. Maybe you’re not the only one that feels something here. Maybe there’s a stupid boy that can’t take his eyes off of you, but doesn’t know how to get your attention other than criticize you." he says, clearly happy with where he ended.

"Is this your long way of saying that you think Bucky likes me the same way I like him?" You raise an eyebrow at him.

"This is my long way of saying don’t be a stubborn Stark and try actually talking to him about this. You’d be surprised how fast stupid boys grow up just to keep the girl they want. Just ask your mother." and with that he leaves with a wink, leaving you wondering how much more immature Tony Stark could’ve been to have to grow up enough to sweep Pepper Potts off her feet.

You spend the next few days as a little ball of anxiety on your bed, not being able to do much but overthink about Bucky, only getting a break when Scott came to keep you company.

The day before the competition you've enough and convince Scott to drive you to the ice rink, knowing Bucky was probably there.

When you get there you can hear music but you don’t think much of it until you get right in front of the door and realize it was the song you and Bucky chose. Frowning, you open the door and what you see makes your jaw drop.

There they are, Bucky and Natasha, doing your routine.

You don’t know when you got closer to the rink, but you cannot take your eyes off of them, that is until you hear someone beside you say "they’re good, aren’t they?"

You turn your head to see Sam and Steve, the latter looking at you in a knowing way that almost seems apologetic of Sam’s words, the effect of which Sam doesn’t seem to notice.

You always felt like Steve could see right through you when it came to Bucky, always looking at you like he knew exactly how you felt and how much his words hurt you.

Seemingly reading all the questions swimming in your mind right now, Steve offers you some answers.

"Natasha came back early from her vacation. He brought her up to speed and she agreed to help him out. They’ve been practicing non-stop everyday since the day after you got hurt." Feeling like you have enough information, you turn back to the ice. 

You watch them work in sync, almost like they're connected by wires and one can’t move without taking the other with them.

You watch as Bucky picks up Nat effortlessly and throws her like she's made of air. You watch as she moves so gracefully that it's almost surreal. You see her land every jump perfectly.

Again. And again. And again.

Every jump, every twist, every second you watch them something inside you brokes more.

You don’t know why, Natasha has been Bucky’s partner countless times before and it never mattered to you, and you’ve only skated with him for less than four months.

Maybe it was the fact that they're using the routing you and Bucky had come up with together, maybe you feel replaced.

Maybe it was the fact that you were coming here to talk to Bucky about your feelings and now you were seeing him flying around the ice rink as close with another girl as he was with you, maybe even closer.

They finish the routine and you can hear Bucky’s laughter, you can see his smile as he tells Natasha how perfect she was, how impressed he is at how fast she picked up everything, how glad he is that she showed up when she did.

Then it hits you.

Of course he’s glad she showed up. He never wanted to do this with you, you weren’t even a second choice, it took literally every other girl he knows to be unavailable for him to even think to ask you.

Why wouldn’t he be happy to have her back? He certainly never acted like this with you. He never laughed, barely even smiled...

He didn’t choose you, he got stuck with you.

Suddenly, it’s like everything he’s ever done, everything he’s ever said to you comes crashing down on you all at once.

It’s like you can actually hear your heart breaking and there’s only one thought on your mind: He likes Natasha.

It makes sense, the first day you met he seemed into you, right up until he saw her and the second he turned around he was done with you.

Maybe he started to be an ass just to make that clear, not wanting to actually say anything. After all, he always was very nice to Nat. To everyone but you really.

And it’s not like you could blame him, Natasha’s always been better than you. Growing up she was always your only competition, it’s a fortune you ended up friends really, considering how easy it could’ve been for you to hate each other.

She’s the reason you spent so much time trying to be better, and you’d like to say it was the same for her, but you doubt it very much.

She’s always been prettier, thinner, stronger, smarter, better with boys and at making friends. She was the obvious choice.

Of course she was Bucky’s choice.

You didn’t realize you were so deep in your thoughts, or that you were still staring at them, until you feel a hand on your shoulder and hear Sam’s worried voice asking if you were okay.

You look at Steve and Sam and all you want to do is get out of here. It was already a miracle you weren’t already crying.

Without saying a word you turn around and walk away as fast as you can with the damn stump on your foot. You aren’t fast enough though, because halfway to the door you hear Bucky’s voice, much too close to you to your liking, calling your name.

For a second you think you hear something seeming happiness in his voice, but quickly dismiss the idea and try to keep going, but then you feel his hand on your wrist turning you around to face him.

His face seems to instantly fall as he looks at you and all you can think about is how sick you are of being the only one that takes his smile away.

"What’s wrong?" he asks in a weirdly soft tone, but you can’t find the voice to answer him.

You two just stare at each other until you hear someone clear their throat behind Bucky, and you look over his shoulder just as Natasha starts talking.

"Hi, Stark. Heard what happened to you." she nods towards your foot "Sorry I haven’t been to visit you, we’ve been pretty busy."

You don’t look at her while you answer, turning your eyes back to Bucky, who’s still holding your wrist, while you say "I can see that. Don’t worry, Romanoff, I’m just glad Barnes finally has a partner that’s not incompetent."

All he does is stare confusedly at you, which makes you angry enough to yank your hand away from him, turn around and walk away, ignoring the calls of your name behind you.

You miss the sadness on Bucky’s face, or the way he questions Sam and Steve about everything you said and did since the second you entered.

Bucky, on the other hand, did not miss the tears starting to fall down your cheeks as you turn away.

You decide not to go to the competition the following day. It would be the first time you voluntarily miss one of Nat’s competitions, but you don’t feel like having a replay of yesterday’s show when it’s already been on replay in your mind all night.

Your absence doesn’t go unnoticed by your friends. Nat and Steve being the only ones that understand, even though they’re not very happy about it.

Another thing that doesn’t go unnoticed by the group is how much more agitated than normal Bucky seems to be.

Even during competitions, he’s usually very calm, but today the only thing that makes him stop pacing around the room is Natasha’s sharp ‘would you sit down’ that makes him sigh and sit next to her on the bleachers where they’re waiting for their turn.

He can’t seem to keep his body still as he starts to bounce his leg up and down out of nerves, and can’t seem to stop even when the redhead gets up abruptly with an exasperated ‘for the love of god’ and goes to sit further from him and near Sam, exchanging seats with Steve, who puts a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, effectively bringing out of his head and making his body still with another sigh.

"You know, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to." Steve tells his anxious friend.

"You know I have to Steve. Otherwise Fury won't let me do other couples competitions."

"I know, but the whole reason you started doing them was for the chance to pair up with Y/N, which never even happened until now." Steve points out while frowning.

"I’m not the one that chooses the pairs, Rogers, it’s always Fury. He’s the whole reason Romanoff and I worked so hard this week just so she could do this. Plus Y/N’s never been interested in these competitions so this whole idea was just stupid to begin with. Now after I finally convince her, she gets hurt and thinks I think she’s incompetent, for some reason." Bucky hasn't been able to stop thinking about what you said yesterday.

Why would you ever think he thinks you're incompetent? He knows he's been a dick to you for years, but never has he ever said you were incompetent.

It's really just constructive criticism given in a poor way. A very poor way... Yeah, he really just has himself to blame for the way you feel about him now, he knows it.

He doesn't even really have a justification for it, either. If he's being honest with himself, he's intimidated by you.

The first time he saw you he thought you were the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, you were so graceful on skates and looked like you were exactly where you belong, lost in your own little world.

Then when Natasha said your name, he realized who he was talking to: the daughter of one of the richest families in town.

He'd heard a lot about you and your family, your impressive achievements on and off the ice. He's ashamed to say he felt small all of a sudden, knowing just from hearing about you that he'd never be good enough for you.

Still, he couldn't help but be drawn to you, couldn't help but watch you as much as he could get away with, but the only way he could justify that without being seen as a creep was to criticize what you did. It made sense, right?

Bucky is pulled from his thoughts, again, by Steve’s voice.

"Well, you were basically yelling that at her when she got hurt last week." at his words Bucky's just as confused as he was yesterday when you stormed out.

"I didn’t…" then it hits him. "I wasn’t talking about her! I was talking about Scott because he wouldn’t hurry up!"

"Oh. Listen, buddy, we both know you like her. You fucked up, big time, and it’s gonna take a lot to get her to forgive you. You could start by stop being an ass to her and apologize." Bucky knows the blonde is right.

It will take a miracle just to get you to look in his direction, let alone allow him to apologize, but he has to at least try to make things right.

He stands up suddenly, startling Steve, and says, "you were there for all our rehearsals, right? You know the routine?"

Steve is confused, but answers with a slow "yeah, why?" but Bucky gives no further explanation, too busy picking up all his stuff.

When Steve puts together what his friend is hinting at, he quickly says "I didn’t mean right now!"

"No time like the present! Go change." he says, nudging Steve toward the changing rooms.

"Buck, if you go now Fury’s gonna kill you!"

"I don’t care!" he yells, basically running out the door and ignoring Natasha yelling his name, the only thing on his mind being running to you as fast as he could. 

Every thought in his head, though, is instantly forgotten as he comes to a sudden stop at the top of the stairs outside of the rink.

There, at the bottom, is you, looking just as shocked at seeing him there as he feels.

After a few moments of just looking at each other, you can’t take it anymore and decide to break the silence. "I didn’t know if I should come in. Didn’t know if Nat wanted my support after I was so rude, you know."

When he doesn’t say anything and just stares at you, you feel the need to keep going.

"What are you doing out here? Did I miss your turn? How did it go?" that seems to snap him out of it and he starts to move towards you, still not saying anything and making you even more nervous as you start regretting coming here.

When he comes face to face with you, finally, he speaks. "I was gonna come looking for you." your brows furrowed in confusion.

"why?"

"I have owed you an apology for a long time now. I’m sorry for being a dick to you for all these years… it really wasn’t about you. I just felt insecure and acted out about it, and eventually I felt so used to it I couldn’t help it..."

You were shocked to say the least, this was the last thing you were expecting tonight. "You felt insecure? Why?"

"Because you’re you!" he almost yelled, gesturing to your whole body and startling you a bit. "I mean you’re a Stark, you’re kind of a legend who lives up to the legend. You’re smart and talented and confident and beautiful. I never thought I’d be good enough for you... I still don’t."

You don't know what to say, but you aren't running for the hills so Bucky keeps talking. "I’d also like to make it clear that I’ve never called you incompetent. I was talking about Lang, that idiot took ages to get his keys to drive you to the hospital. I didn’t even realize you might’ve heard me until Steve pointed it out to me just now while we were waiting our turn and I just had to find you and tell you."

Once everything he said actually registered in your brain, the words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. "Wait, you left the competition to come find me? Natasha’s gonna kill you!"

He chuckles a little while saying, "I’d be more worried about Fury."

"Fury?" You're confused again. "Why would you be worried about Fury?"

"He’s gonna be pissed that I left. He’s the whole reason Romanoff and I trained so hard to make it here, I wanted to skip it after you got hurt, but he said if I did he wouldn’t let me do any more pairs."

"I thought this competition was important to you, that’s the whole reason I said yes. And you wanted to quit it?" You're more confused than ever.

"It was important because it was my chance to finally spend time with you." he says, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I’d rather not do our routine at all if I can’t do it with you." he adds, shrugging. 

"really?" you can’t help but smile at hearing him say ‘our routine’ "But you and Nat work much better than you and I do."

"perphabs, but I still think you’re the best there is. Even when it’s with me, a person you hate." He says the last part while looking at his feet, almost afraid of saying it aloud and perfectly aware that he’s the reason why.

"I don’t hate you." you say, almost too fast.

His eyes snap back up to yours. "You don’t? I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you did. I’d hate me if I were you."

"Sure, I don’t always love the things you say about my skills, but you’ll never criticize me more than I criticize myself. Mostly, you’re just a distraction." you say shrugging, not fully realizing what you just confessed.

"I distract you?" he says with a smug smirk that kind of makes you want to punch him, bringing his hand to your cheek.

You groan but let him keep it there, loving the feeling of his warm hand against your skin. "Don’t get cocky with me, Barnes."

He laughs, but doesn’t say anything else waiting for you to elaborate with an expectant look.

"Fine." you sigh. "Yes, you distract me. You might be a jerk, but I can’t concentrate when I’m around you. All I can think about is the sound of your voice, and the way you smell and the color of your stupid pretty eyes... I can’t help but like you, no matter how much of an asshole you are to me, for reasons I’m sure have something to do with my father."

He laughs again at your last sentence and you swear you’d never heard a better sound. "So I guess I should be thankful for you daddy issues, huh." he says making you laugh with him.

"Yeah, you very much should be." you put your arms around his neck when his hand drops from your face and his arms wrap around your waist. 

"You distract me too, you know. Everytime you’re in the room you’re all I can see..." He sighs. "I’ll never apologize enough for all the things I said to you, but let me try. Let me take you on a date, for starters."

You pretend to think about it all of two seconds before you’re nodding with a smile, so he adds, "What about right now?"

"Slow down there, Romeo, why don’t we go cheer on our friends first." you giggle at his pout while you take his hand and lead the way inside.

When you take a seat next to Sam, just in time to hear the announcement of Natasha and Steve’s names, there's no wiping the smile off of Bucky’s face. His arm goes immediately around your shoulders to bring you closer as you greet Sam that had a knowing grin of his own.

You watch your friends go through the routine perfectly, to your joy and surprise. You really are proud of them, and you make sure to tell them when they are close enough to the edge of the ice while waiting for their score.

"Maybe after we can all go out to eat something." Steve suggests, still slightly out of breath.

"I’m sorry, punk. I have a date that I’m not missing for anything in the world." Bucky answers without taking his eyes away from you, his smile seared onto his face.

Steve chuckles at how whipped his friend already seems to be, moving closer to the judges with Nat when it was time for their scores.

Second place, not bad for a last minute thing.

As you cheer for your friends while they're given their medals, Bucky leans down and whispers in your ear "we would’ve come first."

You burst laughing and Bucky known in this exact moment that he would do anything to hear that sweet sound for the rest of his life.

You look up at him and raise your voice just enough for him to hear over all the screaming, with a smile big enough to match his "We totally would’ve."

[yakumtsaki]

AND WE'RE BACK. My cancerous thyroid might have briefly cucked me, but now I'm about to cuck every goddamn semi-incestuous couple in this house. Isn't that right, Baby?

-CAWK CAWK

Exactly! Baby here is a parrot that Meadow rolled the want for and I was like sure, what problems could a parrot possibly cause?

-OPEN THIS DOOR. SOMEONE OPEN THIS DOOR FOR ME. OPEN IT RIGHT NOW OPEN IT OPEN IT

Um it should open automatically for you wtf?

-OPEN THE DOOR, MAMMAL TRASH, THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING

Ok Baby seriously why won't the doors open for you?

-I DON'T KNOW BUT I WILL STAY HERE AND PREVENT EVERYONE FROM GOING TO CLASS BECAUSE THEY'RE TOO STUPID TO USE THE OTHER DOOR

Alright then, clearly there's only one solution to this..

Perfection.

-Um, what happened to the door?

-IT ASKED TOO MANY STUPID QUESTIONS. OUT OF THE WAY, HUMMIE SCUM

Well, Baby was clearly a much needed addition to this house. Now, to the main event: an end to the Year of Sin!

NOP, NEVERMIND, SPOKE TOO SOON, MUST DO THIS INSTEAD. We invite Good Witch over for Spice and she asks to bring a friend and it's FUCKING MALCOLM. LMAO. I simply have to, I can't resist-

-Well well well, if it isn't the famous Malcolm Landgraab IV, the finest intergenerational concubine the world has ever seen!

-Huh?

-You were too much of a straggot to date my father, but I know you won't be able to resist the charms of the much better looking son!

-What?

-God, the conversation is just crackling with sexual tension!

-So, Malc, I believe we should make out. Thoughts?

-Where are those fucking butterflies coming from?

-Your stomach? ;)

No, they're from the Good Witch, my bad y'all.

After many, MANY hours of talking, Malcolm finally accepts a lame wolf whistle-

-but our efforts are interrupted by Felina returning from class. WILL YOU GIVE IT A FUCKING REST FOR ONE DAY

-NEVER

-Sorry kid, but if Malcolm Landgraab is to ever consider bisexuality, it will be for someone who can beat up his own sister.

Wtf kinda rule is that you freak?? You know what, just gtfo-

-NO. Stay here, Malcolm, I'd like to hear stories about you and great-great grandma Victoria!

-Oh wow, now that was a real woman. She could hold her liquor, she could whore around, she could beat up anyone.. No man could ask for anyone more feminine!

You are so right, Malcolm, the only one to ever do it better was Long John Silver!

Ok seriously Barth is there a plan here, why are we wasting valuable time on platonic interactions with this loser?

-I just have a feeling true love will prevail!

What are you even talking about-

UM PWND @ ME WTF. ACR DOES IT AGAIN WITH LITERAL NEGATIVE CHEMISTRY LOL

OH FUCK YES TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE. Two Babies with one stone if you will!

-HOW DARE YOU CHEAT ON ME, YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD

Ya ok GROSS but finally we can put this behind us, 1 down, 200 more to go. Cyan go back to your other cousin-lover while you still can because I'm breaking you up too!

-Don't have to tell me twice!

Ugh.

-Hmmm...

What now, Barth.

-Nothing, I just keep forgetting I actually have two eyes.

Ya, you and me both.

-But now that I possess peripheral vision, I see there's so much to be done in this house.

You have set yourself on fire multiple times, please stop with the household tasks, that's why we have a butler.

-But he never actually does anything!

Yes well, his main job is to answer the door and we no longer have one, but it's still money well spent.

-WELL I WILL FIX THE DISHWASHER OR DIE TRYING

-BARTH NO I STILL LOVE YOU

-FUCK YOU SUNSET, YOU BROKE MY HEART BY SLEEPING WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND. HE'S NOT EVEN RELATED TO YOU

Barth no offense but I think I'm ready for your next electrocution to take you out.

-As am I!

-And I!

-GETTING SLAPPED MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY IS STARTING TO AFFECT MY MENTAL HEALTH HOW DO I MAKE IT STOP

You could stop being Satan incarnate?

-No, there has to be a better way!

-How about I sleep with the boyfriend of the only cousin in this house who doesn't already hate me?

Yes, absolutely, and please take another crack at fixing the dishwasher when you're done.

[kanmom51]

Can you believe it's only been 5 weeks?

Feels like an eternity already.

In any case, tomorrow basic training ends and we might (or might not) hear where they are going to be assigned to.

One thing we do know is:

that they are going to be together.

Something that will definitely quieten the nerves.

I've kind of sworn off SM at the moment, after seeing there is so much negativity and just all round yuckiness going on right now. I can't help but wonder if it's boredom or nerves or what not, that has people, once again, promoting doubt and negativity, or in place, policing others with what to post or not post, feeling they are mouth pieces for the two men, not knowing at all what those two men even want or expect of us.

And it's really funny and absurd to me seeing people still doubt the strength of the bond these two young men have. Actually, it's ridiculous at this point.

Anyway, part 1 of their service is done. A very short but also intense and tough part - the transition from civilian to soldier with all it entails. Having to surrender much of your autonomy as an individual and becoming somewhat of a cog in the machine cannot be easy, even more so for those who enlist older, given that they have reached maturity, have a clear path in life, know what they want or don't want, etc.

Welcome to part 2, in which I do hope their placement is a good one, one they will be happy with (as much as you can be happy under these circumstances, of course).

Knowing that whatever may come, they have one another. There to support each other. Make each other laugh, even through the hard times (which I'm sure there will be). Lift one another up when they are feeling down.

And knowing all that, I know they will be ok!!

I need to believe that in a way, and don't come at me for saying this, this ordeal might do good for them (again, knowing they are together and have each other). Getting away from the industry, and even the distance from the fandom (especially the toxic parts of it) can do them good. As hard as it may be, it will give them experience in another aspect of life. In a way, it can even be a time for them to rest (as funny as that may sound). Having a healthier schedule, healthier wake and sleep hours. Healthier diet.

These are young men that all they know is the industry, of which they have been part of for over a decade, since their teenage years . This here (as hard as it is, especially for JM) might be a much needed forced break. To have a rest from the industry. To recharge, distance makes the heart fonder... not creating or performing will ignite or flame that fire in their belly once more. To experience something else in their life. To be treated, more or less, not like a celebrity, but like anybody else, for that short period of time to live their lives like 'ordinary' Korean young men. This can give them insight to things they would never in a million years see or experience otherwise. And it can strengthen them as human beings and as artists as well.

I need to believe all that!!

Anyway, now that part 1 is all but over and they are on to part 2, I'm also hoping that we will get to see more of them on their terms, that hopefully they will choose to keep in touch with us from time to time.

Maybe even together.

I'm really sorry, I feel like this post has been all over the place. I guess just like my current state of mind, lol.

In any case wishing them all the luck in their new assignments. Hope they are happy and content and STAY SAFE!!!

[headcanonenthusiast]

Kyle Garrick NSFW headcanons

This was so difficult to write for some reason and idk why 😭😭 I think I just had a lot of trouble writing for Gaz, because as much as I like him as a character, I'm not much of a Gaz girl. (Or, I wasn't before writing this. I think I changed my own mind with these headcanons 🤭)

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

Enjoy!

Nsfw under the cut.

-His biggest mission during sex is to make you scream.

-If you haven't screamed his name so loudly that it gets you a volume warning on a smart watch, he isn't done.

-Will beg you to be even louder if he isn't satisfied with your volume.

-"C'mon, louder. Louder, baby, you can be louder than that."

-Lowkey doesn't mind fucking you near an open window. Def leans down to whisper in your ear to encourage you to be louder.

-"Don't go covering your mouth now, love. Let the neighbors hear how good I'm making you feel."

-3 inches soft, 5 inches hard.

-Calls you pretty girl/boy all the time.

-Especially if you're wearing something of his, whether it be a shirt or necklace or his dog tags.

-Honestly, whenever he sees you in his clothing, especially his dog tags, he goes crazy.

-"Look at you, pretty boy/girl. Keeping my shirt nice and warm for me."

-OBSESSED with taking you while you're on your stomach.

-He'll lean down to kiss your shoulders and back, fingers switching between your hip to your side.

-Isn't opposed to you being on top, as long as you're both enjoying yourselves.

-Like I said, he loves taking you from behind. As such, he sees any sort of marks or dots that you normally don't even see. And he'll run his fingers along any birthmarks/scars with his face buried in the crook of your neck.

-Feel like he'd like recording/taking pictures of it, too. (With consent ofc)

-And he definitely won't share those photos with anyone. They are only for his eyes and your own.

-"God, baby. I ruined you last night. Look at how messy your hair got."

-I feel like he sends the most gorgeous nudes.

-He basically poses for you like a model in front of the mirror. Mf knows he's hot.

-I feel like the main way he asks for sex is sending you a nude or spicy message. Normally doesn't ask for it outright, kinda let's it go over text or come into the night randomly.

-He sees eating you out/sucking you off as a great way to calm you down.

-If somethings got you upset, he'll get a small frown on his face and look more concerned. You don't have to tell him anything if you don't want to, though. Just let him gently eat your pussy/suck your dick and I can guarantee that you'll forget about whatever was upsetting you.

-If you feel more overstimulated or just have the tendency to cry from the sensations of sex, he's stopping and pulling out with a hand on your shoulder.

-"Oh shit, did I hurt you? I'm sorry, babe."

-And even if he didn't hurt you at all, it just felt super good, he never pressures you into continuing. If you want to keep going, he'll return to a similar pace but with more awareness of your facial expressions and noises.

-I feel like he'd want to try cockwarming you, but he's honestly so bad at keeping still. It's not his fault you feel too good to not move inside of.

-"Come on, baby. You feel so good, you're so fucking tight. It'd be sinful of me not to move."

-Please put your hands on his shoulders if you're on your back. Nothing will get him harder than you touching his shoulders.

-And if you cry out his name? His confidence shoots through the roof and he nearly cums right then and there.

-Prefers cumming on your stomach, back or thighs so he can take pictures afterwards.

-Aftercare includes him handing you some water before grabbing two game controllers, asking if you'd like to play a game before bed. And if you agree, y'all's moans won't be the only thing the neighbors complain about. Your laughter will probably be as loud as the moans, too.

-And maybe whoever loses the game has to bottom for the next round, idk 🤭

My hands hurt from typing so much 😭 but thanks to everyone who voted! It was challenging to write for Gaz, bc like I said, until an hour ago when I started writing this I wasn't super attracted to him, but I need to learn to write for characters I don't often think about more. Hope y'all enjoyed! Alejandro is up next 😏

[revalition]

OCT 6 - VISUAL CALCULUS

Reconstruct crime scenes. Make laws of physics work for the Law.

simpler one again today, I'm just doing whatever I feel like for these :)

the pleasure wheel is very important to me. I never got it in my first playthrough (1 INT run, the bubble never came up) and I unfortunately can't do the missing husband quest anymore, so I haven't seen it in game... but I've read the dialogue and seen pictures, and it's incredible.

also! mentioned yesterday, but I'm doing my day off on mondays. so nothing tomorrow.

as always, quotes under the cut. I also put the viscalc part of my wips in there since I didnt hit the 30 image limit today

starting with one from the vault (the vault being a giant word document full of screenshots and ramblings. like these posts, but bigger!)

ty viscalc ily

he's just observing ok?

he likes timetables!!

he offers some dialogue options after this! my lovely quiet guy

hehe

viscalc - infected by mullen-mania :((( composure saying he used to be more polite!!

he's so sassy, I love him a lot

visual calculus making you retry the failed check!! volition would be proud

this is the only time he says 'sorry' haha. he is not apologetic!

it takes a medium visual calculus check to deduce this

ugh I loved this scene... visual calculus confirming it makes no sense made it so much better

viscalc!! who cares, just go look at his window please

poor harry is like ???

if you reject him he gets sooo rude, ily viscalc

he's so proud of it! as he should be <3

that's it for screenshots, viscalc just doesn't talk that much :( he has has the 2nd fewest passive checks of all the skills and only 2 anti-passives... but when he does talk, he has lots to offer!!

since I have extra screenshots this time, here is viscalc in my two WIPs

spring storm:

I've done everyone except the motorics guys, and I think he was the hardest so far. figuring out how to use the negative space to capture all his details was hard

banner:

he's just in the background hehe. this is the first time I drew him! but I like how he came out so I kept a lot of the design for today's.

ok that's it! see you tuesday

[crystalflygeo]

Safeword. ft Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: a bit of anxiety/panic attack, bit of dirty talk but it's all praise, bit of nipple play and fingering, safeword use, bondage (tied arms, blindfold) hurt/comfort, aftercare, just reader in general dealing with negative feelings but being comforted PLEASE BE WARNED IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. READ THE TAGS.

notes: I literally just woke up and wrote this in a rush in my phone lmao what. Listen my mood jumps between depressed and horny and I've always loved safeword use and aftercare done right, it is very important and intimate. Also who doesn't want Zhongli softly soothing and kissing them? I almost made this gender neutral reader but I ended up being self indulgent so sorry.

Everything felt hot, too hot, but not in a good way. It was... sticky, ah, uncomfortable.

You squirm a little, shifting on your legs until you feel Zhongli's hands slowly caress your skin, making you shiver. His breath fans your neck "Good girl.” He mumbles at your shoulder, and kisses there.

Yes, this was fine. This is what you wanted, to just let go and release that pent up energy.

Right?

"Hmm... you've been so stressed lately, darling, haven't you?" His strong hands start massaging and kneading at your shoulders and you groan, it feels pretty good.

Until one of his palms lowers to your chest and starts playing with one of your nipples and you hiss. It hardens under his attention, sure, but feels... odd, it kind of hurts.

You shift again awkwardly, and the rope holding your wrists together digs into your skin.

You don't know what's wrong but something is. You don't feel the same lightheadedness as usual, in fact you're hyperaware, parted lips panting but the pressure is not on your lower belly, it’s at your chest instead. It feels cold, empty, oppressive.

Your hands clench into fists and you whimper.

Zhongli kisses around your chest down to your navel and that feels good too, tender, loving. His voice soothes you, even though you feel oddly disconnected.

"You look so beautiful my dear, laid out like this."

Did you really? The anxiety starts gnawing at you, body tense. Your mind is far away, going over some dumb mistake you made some days ago, some stupid thing you said last week...

You've been so frustrated lately, feeling sad, and angry, and disappointed and-

Zhongli's thumb circles over your clit and you gasp and keen, hips jerking on reflex.

Oh. That felt good, but-

But then why did you feel so wrong?

"Z-Zhongli." You hiccup. Voice wobbly, you feel your eyes start to water. What is wrong with you? You're suffocating. Choked up. Sweaty and awkward and-

His fingers dip inside you and you clench on them, crying out.

"Fuck... Y/N you're so tight." He rasps.

It's too much, you can't, you can't-

"Hng r-red. Red!"

In an instant you feel the mattress dip and shift with his weight as Zhongli quickly takes off your blindfold, and just like that the damn breaks. You start crying and hyperventilating as he curses and immediately frees your hands.

"Y/N, my love, are you alright? I'm so sorry." He starts, and though his voice is leveled as ever you can feel the slight stutter of panic. "It's alright, everything is okay, I'm sorry."

You shake your head, crying into your hands, you want to tell him it's not him. It's never him. But words fail you, you breath stutters.

You know he won't touch you without explicit permission, so you lean into him, your smaller frame trembling as you press closer to his chest. You need this. You need him.

"May I embrace you darling?" You nod frantically and feel his arms curl around you just so slightly, as to not make you feel trapped. One of his hands sweeps your hair over your shoulder and starts rubbing circles on your back, soft. "Is this alright?" He asks.

You nod and try to find your voice again "S-sorry. Sorry... don't k-know... wh-what's wrong."

Zhongli shushes you gently. "Please my love breathe, focus on calming down, slowly. It's ok. Just breathe. I'm so glad you used your safeword. You did well."

You placed a hand at your chest feeling your fast paced heartbeat and trying to calm down a little, regulating your breathing, leaning onto his comfortable touch and words.

You made Zhongli worry, you panicked out of nowhere and still don't know why, you feel dumb, needy, annoying. "S-sorry I'm-" You sob. "Don't know what's wrong...” You repeat unable to find words to express that creeping cold numb feeling that took hold you. “Please d-don't be upset." You add quietly.

You hear him sigh, his hand never stopping tracing soft shapes on your skin. "May I kiss you?" He asked instead and you gave a weak nod. Zhongli planted a soft kiss on your hair, on your forehead. "My dear, I would never be upset. I love you. I'd never wish to make you uncomfortable, I'm sorry I didn't notice in time." Zhongli sighs again, heavy. "But right now, I need you to calm down, you don't have to explain or apologize at all, what matters is that you're safe, and I'm here for you for anything you need."

Your eyes flutter close and minutes pass by while he holds you, whispering sweet nothings, your breathing calming down to a steady rhythm. You place a small fleeting kiss against his shoulder and he replied by nuzzling at the top of your head. After a while, you shift and look up at him, red puffy eyes staring at his beautiful cor lapis ones.

"Better?" He asks, swiping his thumb over your cheek tenderly. You nod. "Would you like to eat something? Or I can prepare a bath for you?"

Oh he's so doting, your heart flutters. "Zhongli I'm- I'm sorry I didn't want to make you worry." You can see he's holding back from objecting again but lets you continue. "It's just... I've been so stressed lately and I thought, if we... played... I could let out all that. I-It did feel good! But then it was just... too much. I don't know." You avert your gaze. “It wasn’t you I promise, I just got overwhelmed and everything felt… wrong.”

Zhongli caresses your cheek with his knuckles softly "As I said, you have nothing to apologize for dear, and I'm glad you spoke up. I'd be happy to offer you whatever support you want and take care of you. You're beautiful, hardworking, strong, kind, and I love you."

You feel your cheeks heat slightly and let out a small smile. You're truly literally blessed to have him. "C-Can I... take you up on that bath offer?"

He chuckles, and it's so refreshing. "Of course." He kisses you again and you nuzzle into his touch this time.

"I love you too, Zhongli. Thank you."

[spiteless-xo]

hi tiff (っ＾▿＾) / how do you think aot boys would react/respond if you don’t say i love you back to them? btw i love your headcanons sm ♡

🥰 ty for the request!! sorry to taking so long to get to it, i have been in a bit of a slump these past few months but i think i'm finally breaking out of it

this is assuming that you guys are already in an established relationship and have said ilu to each other before in the past, and you're just being bratty 💀

╰┈➤ when you don't say "i love you" back - aot.

ft. eren, jean. cw. suggestive content in eren's.

⋙ eren jaeger.

he's about to leave for the gym one day so he comes up to you and gives you a lil kiss on the cheek and says, "i love you!" all cheerful and happy and you're just like, "uh huh." and he's so used to you saying it back that he doesn't even realize that you didn't until he's in the car.

then he's driving to this gym with his eyebrows scrunched together like, "wait... did i hear that right?" he thinks about it the entire drive and he's already got his phone pulled out of his pocket as he's parking and dialing your number.

"oh, haha, hey babe. i just realized i forgot to say i love you when i left -- so, i love you!" and he's still smiley and cheerful and then you're like, "no, you said it! thanks for calling though!"

and now he's mad. because he's given you an opportunity to say it back and you're still not, so he's grumpy with you on the phone. "did i do something wrong? why are you giving me attitude?"

and you're still just acting like nothings wrong until he gets so frustrated that he just hangs up. so now he's angry at the gym and he's throwing weights around and literally just radiating negative energy.

he comes home and practically kicks the door open and storms over to you on the couch. he's still sweaty and breathing hard from the gym and you just look up at him like 😳 "can i help you?"

and he's like, "tell me you love me." and you're trying to hold back your giggles as you say, "of course, i do, eren." and he's like, "no, i want to hear you say the words."

and now he's got you pinned down to the couch underneath him and his hands are pressed into the cushions on either side of your head and he just looks so mad and finally you're like, "ok, i'm sorry -- i love you!"

but then he just smirks down at you and his eyes still have that burning intensity to them as he stares down at you and he's like, "let me remind you how much you love me, so you don't forget again."

⋙ jean kirstein.

you and jean are driving out of town to go spend the holidays with his parents, and when you guys stop for gas, he gives you a kiss before he gets out of the car and says, "i'll be back in a minute -- love you!" and you're just like, "ok." and go back to scrolling on your phone.

he thinks it's weird, so he goes into the gas station and buys a few of your favourite treats. when he gets back into the car with your snacks, you get really excited and thank him and he says, "anything for you. you know i love you, right?" and you're just like, "uh huh!" while munching on your food.

he's got one hand on the wheel and his other elbow resting on the centre console as you guys drive out. he's quiet for a long while, trying to think up why you'd be angry with him until he finally asks, "are you upset about having to see my parents?"

and you assure him that's not the case while you're happily enjoying your treat and he just looks over at you in confusion. "then what's going on? are you mad at me?" again, you assure him that nothing's wrong and he turns back to the road feeling even more confused.

he thinks about everything he might've done wrong these past few days. did he leave beard hairs in the sink after trimming? did he forget an anniversary? (he lowkey breathes into his palm to check to see if his breath stinks or something and you're just too shy to tell him.)

finally, he's like, "whatever i did, i'm really sorry. i don't like it when we're fighting like this." and you assure him again that nothing's wrong, but he looks over at you like a kicked puppy and you have to cave.

you tell him you were just being silly and you didn't mean anything and he literally breathes out a big sigh of relief. "i thought you were going to break up with me!" he says, reaching across the console to grab your thigh. he gives you a firm squeeze, mostly to reassure himself that things are ok and you rest your palm on top of his.

"i'm sorry, jean, i love you," you say, and you watch his face break out into a grin. but he keeps his eyes on the road to try to hide his blush. "duh, i know that," he scoffs and then he reaches across your lap into the bag of treats from the gas station. "gimmie one of your candies, i deserve it after all of that."

[bteezxyewriter12]

Secret's Out

Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader

Word count- 6.1k

Includes- Jungkook has a secret, massive dick Jungkook, kinda subby Jungkook, 69, pussy eating, blow job, cum eating, passionate animalistic sex, cock riding, missionary, squirting, tummy bulge, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

This fucking photo shoot is killing me

The fucking open jacket, the no shirt, abs and chest muscles on display, silver necklace against his skin, his black boxers peeling up from the waistband of his baggy jeans

My best friend is hot

I know, I have eyes

I can appreciate his good looks and his body is fucking beautiful

Plus the sexy stares mixed with the cute smiles...he knows what he's doing

ARMYS will go feral

And I'm pretty sure he's doing it to get his makeup artist ex-girlfriend jealous

She's here today, she did his makeup

I dunno why he'd want to make her jealous or want him when he broke up with her but guys are stupid

Very stupid

He takes the jacket off, now completely shirtless and sits down

He drapes the jacket over one of his shoulders, then poses with his hand over his mouth

Jesus Christ

His tattooed arm is on display, the colors popping

I love tattoos and the whole sleeve on him looks so....well hot

I watch the next few shots, moving from one foot to another in a pee dance

I have to go to the bathroom but I don't want to just walk away

I don't want him to think something is wrong

So I wait until the set is moved next to the couch and I get Jungkook's attention

"Bathroom", I mouth

He nods, giving me a thumbs up

I walk quickly through the doors to the set, then I practically run towards the bathroom

When I'm done, I'm on my way back to the set and I see his ex, Hannah, coming towards me

Well probably towards the bathroom, not me necessarily, just in my direction

I feel like I should say something to her

Jungkook dumped her suddenly and I'm sure she's hurt

And it must suck to have to keep working with someone who hurt you

"Hey Hannah. I'm sorry about you and Jungkook", I say, as she starts to pass me

She stops, sneering at me, "Yeah I bet you fucking are"

Uh what the fuck?

Why is she being such a shit head?

I'm actually being nice

I didn't have to say shit to her

I could of just ignored her

Fuck me for trying to be nice

"Yeah I don't know what that's supposed to mean but fuck you", I snap, "I'm trying to be nice-"

"I don't need you to be nice. I need you to get the fuck out of my face"

Ok, now, I'm pissed

I didn't do shit to this bitch

"What the fuck is your problem?", I snarl

"Like you don't know!"

Is she stupid?

Obviously I don't know if I'm asking her

"I don't know you moron, that's why I'm asking!"

"Yeah right! Like you don't know the reason Jungkook broke up with me is because of you"

I raise my eyebrows in shock

Because of me?

He never said they broke up because of me

I didn't do anything

I didn't give him any problems about her or tell him anything negative about her either

I supported him

So what the fuck is he using me as an excuse for?

"Me?", I gape

She narrows her eyes at me, "Yes you! He didn't tell you what he did?"

Uh no, only that he broke up with her

He said he wasn't feeling it or her and ended it

I shake my head

"He fucking yelled your name during sex!"

I cannot even describe the amount of shock running through me right now

"Excuse me?", I whisper

"He yelled your name! When he came, he yelled your name! He was thinking about you!", she snaps, "I was so hurt but I was still going to forgive him. Until he told me"

Told her what?

What did he say that made her hate me so vehemently?

"He told you what?"

"That he fucking loves you!", she spits hatefully, "He said he's in love with you for as long as he can remember"

My heart drops to my feet

No, no way

It's not possible

I would of known, I would of seen it

Felt it

Right?

"He told me that he was trying to date to get over you. Like an experiment. But it didn't work. Our whole relationship he just wanted you. He never had feelings for me. And he didn't want to try anymore. He broke my heart because of you"

I feel like I'm hearing what she's saying but my brain isn't processing it

I feel like that loading meme that's popular but it's happening for real

"So don't come here with your bullshit sorries. I don't believe you. Stay the fuck away from me"

I can't respond

For once in my life I'm speechless

"Fuck you", she spits, then turns away, stalking to the bathroom, leaving me utterly flabbergasted

I don't know how long I stand there until my brain finally screams, "Jungkook loves you"

I'm almost afraid to believe it

My brain keeps coming up with reasons why it's not true

He lied to her

He used me as a reason to break up with her

He didn't want her to try to get him back so he told her he loved me

There's just no way he loves me

Right?

The door behind me that leads to the set opens but I can't turn around to see who it is

I'm still dazed

"There you are", Jungkook says

Fuck, it's him

I don't move, don't answer him, I'm frozen

He comes around me, peering down at me, "Jo? You ok?"

I lock eyes with him and blurt, "You're in love with me?"

His eyes widen and for a fraction of a second I see pure panic in them

But it's gone in a nanosecond

"Excuse me?"

"You're in love with me", I repeat

"Jo what the fuck-", he starts

"Hannah told me"

He rolls his eyes, but it's forced, "Don't listen to her. She's pissed at me"

"She said you called my name when you came. She said you told her you're in love with me"

I don't know why I'm just stating these things like this

Just matter of fact, like all this didn't shake me to my core

Didn't make me hope

Must be the shock

He laughs, shaking his head, "No I didn't"

He's lying, I realize

His laugh isn't genuine

It's a nervous laugh

His eyes are darting everywhere, he keeps shifting on his feet, his hand is in the back of his hair like when he's caught lying

Oh my god it's true

He loves me

"C'mon Jo, you know I love you. But not-"

I don't even think, I just step closer to him, wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him

The millisecond his lips touch mine, it's like I'm floating, like everything finally makes sense

I've waited a life time for this

And like I suspected, he doesn't pull away

Instead his arms drop around my body, pulling me closer to him, kissing me back hard

His tongue finds its way against mine, deepening the kiss, his lip ring cool against the side of my lip

My head is spinning, Jungkook the only thing in it

I don't want to stop but I kinda need to breathe so I reluctantly break the kiss

I look up at him to find him looking at me in complete shock

"Don't lie to me", I whisper

He swallows hard but nods, saying so very softly, "I'm so fucking in love with you"

I close my eyes, letting the words wash over me

Then I open my eyes, look right in his and say, "I'm so fucking in love with you Jungkook"

Surprise enters his beautiful brown eyes, "Are...are you serious?"

I nod, "Yeah Kookie. I've always loved you like that"

"I've always loved you like that too Jo", he tells me, "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you're famous Kookie. You can have any of the beautiful idols and hell even American artists you want. I'm just your normal boring best friend. I never thought you'd feel the same way"

He shakes his head, "I've only ever felt this way for you. I tried to date other people Jo, I tried to get over you, I tried to feel this way with someone else but I never do. You're the only one I feel this way about. The only one I feel this way with. I can't even express how much I love you"

"I know how much Kookie. If it's as much as I love you, I know", I tell him

He nods, stammering, "Ok. Ok...you...we...are we.."

"Together?", I finish

"Yeah. Are we?"

"Do you want to be?", I ask

"So fucking much", he answers immediately

I smile at him, "Well I want that so fucking much too"

"Ok..you're....you're mine?", he asks so cutely, like he needs confirmation

"Yes", I clarify, "Are you mine?"

"Yes", he says rapidly, "Always"

I'm so fucking happy, I'm delirious

I never thought he'd ever see me like I see him but apparently he always did

And I was blind to it

Guess I'm very stupid too

"Good", I say, "Now that that's settled..."

I pull him back towards me and he immediately comes, his lips against mine again

My god, I'm never going to get enough of his kisses

Never

They feel so good, like I'm where I belong, like I'm home

His arms wrap around me, keeping me against him as the kiss continues

"You have got to be fucking kidding me"

We reluctantly pull away, turning towards Hannah, who's fuming

"Though you said you didn't know how he feels about you, you fucking liar"

"I didn't", I growl, not liking how she's talking to me

She's acting like I actively took Jungkook from her when I had no idea about his feelings

"Looks like you got really comfortable kissing my ex in the span of five minutes"

"You mean kissing my best friend who's now my boyfriend", I snap

"Move on fast huh Jungkook? Like a fucking man whore"

He rolls his eyes, "Oh fuck off Hannah. You know how I feel about her. You think I'm gonna say no when she tells me she feels the same? Because if you do then you're really dumb"

"Fuck you. I hate both of you"

I mean I don't care if she hates me

Doesn't bother me in the slightest

"I'm sorry Hannah", he says, "I don't know how many times I can apologize to you. I didn't mean to hurt you and I'm sorry but I broke up with you because I didn't have feelings for you. Would you rather I lied and stayed with you?"

"I would rather you had feelings for me and forgot about her", she spits

He just shakes his head, "I would never forget about her. I'm sorry it didn't work out the way you wanted it too"

"Yeah, you seem real sorry", she snarls, "Just fuck off"

He just sighs as she walks back to the set

"That went well", I giggle

He laughs, shaking his head, "As good as it'll get"

"Now, where were we?"

"Hmm", he smirks, leaning down, his lips against mine, "Right about here"

"So kiss me"

And he does

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"Fuck baby, let me get the door open", he groans, as I press kiss after kiss to his gorgeous neck

"You were the one who wanted to carry me", I remind him, squeezing my legs that are around his waist

As soon as we got out of his car, he kissed me, picking me up and carrying me to his apartment

He just pulled away from my lips to try to get the door open but I need to kiss him somewhere

So neck it is

I'm getting all the right spots as his body is shivering with each kiss and I memorize where they are so I can make him feel good all the time

I drag my lips to his strong jaw, spreading kisses all over him as he finally gets the key in the door

I hear the locks turn and the door open

Barking fills the hallway as Jungkook shuts and locks the door

I feel puppy paws on my leg and pull away from Jungkook long enough to look down

Bam is barking excitedly, standing on his back legs, his front ones on mine and Jungkook's legs, his tail wagging like crazy

"Bam down", Jungkook commands, but Bam ignores him

I giggle, reaching down and petting Bam on the head

"Hi Bammi", I coo

Jungkook rolls his eyes, "Bam gets all your attention now huh?"

"Oh stop", I laugh, kissing his soft lips, "I'm just saying hi. Don't be jealous of your dog"

He huffs as he puts me down and it's the cutest thing in the world

"I gotta feed him. Hold on ok?"

I nod, kneeling down to hug Bam while Jungkook goes in the kitchen

Bam's such a cuddle bug, he loves to be hugged, petted, kissed

He thinks he's a tiny dog

"Bam! Food!", Jungkook calls

Bam takes off towards the kitchen running right past Jungkook as he comes out

He immediately comes over to me, picking me up and making his way to his bedroom

"You're all mine now"

"Always Kookie", I answer

He smiles, then he's kissing me and I'm in heaven

One of his hands lets me go and I hear the door to his room open

He walks in, our lips still against each others as he kicks the door closed

Getting us on his bed, he moves on top of me, his lips trailing down to my jaw

"Mine", he whispers

"Yeah Kookie", I confirm

"Fuck baby, I tried so hard to get you to notice me", he murmurs, kisses all over my neck now, "It was driving me fucking crazy when you wouldn't notice. I had to invite you to this shoot in hopes you'd notice me"

Wait, he planned that?

Then he was acting sexy....

"You were acting sexy like that for me?"

He nods, his lips sending shivers all over my body, "So you'd notice me. Did it work?"

"Nnn..no", I tell him, lifting his face to mine, "I noticed you when we were fifteen and I started noticing guys existed. I've noticed everyday since then, wanted just you every day since then. I don't need a sexy photo shoot to notice you baby"

He smiles softly, "I've wanted you since we were teenagers too baby. I used to think about you all the time when I was training for BTS, wishing you could be with me, wanting to make you proud"

"Always baby. I was always proud of you. Still am. Always will be", I promise, "No matter what you do Kookie, I'll always support you, I'll always be by your side"

"And I'll be by yours", he promises, gazing at me so seriously, "I'll support you in anything Jo. I'll protect you, keep you safe, do everything to make you happy every day of our lives"

Smiling, I run my fingers in his hair, "You make me happy Kookie"

He smiles back, "You make me happy too baby"

He leans down, his soft beautiful lips against mine, making me melt against him

His hands trail down my body, ducking under my shirt, his fingers finally touching my bare skin

I moan in his mouth as his hands run so slowly up my body, sparks flashing everywhere he touches

I almost can't believe my body is reacting this way but it's Jungkook so of course it is

"Your skin is so soft baby", he murmurs, "Feels so good"

I blush, whispering a thanks which makes him chuckle

"You're welcome baby"

Well let's see if I can get him to react the same way

As I kiss him, I move my hands under his shirt and fuck me his skin is so soft

Has to be softer than mine

And he's so warm to the touch

I explore the expanse of his back, feeling his muscles move under my hands as he continues to grope me

It's such a turn on and I can feel the power in him

Bunching his shirt up, I pull it up slowly, his arms moving to help me take it off

I toss it to the side of the bed, my eyes drinking in the beauty that is Jungkook

His hands start pulling up my shirt but I sit up, stopping him, mesmerized by his muscular chest and of course his abs, the skin looking so smooth there

I put my hands on him and he keeps trying to get my shirt off but it's not working

"Please baby, wanna see you", he whines, tugging harder on my shirt as my hands run all over his abs, dragging up to his amazing chest then sliding all over his upper arms

God he's amazing

I know I'm going to be groping him all the damn time now

"Baby!", he continues to whine, "You've seen me already baby!"

He's referring to today when he did the shirtless shoot

This however is not the same

"Never touched", I murmur, "And I haven't seen all of you"

I move my hands down, passing over his soft smooth skin down to his sweatpants, pushing them and his boxers down

I can't fucking wait anymore

"But I didn't see any of you yet baby!", he exclaims, frustratedly

"Just take them off!", I whine, "Then you can do whatever you want"

He groans but stands up, letting everything drop to the floor

I can't do anything but gaping at my naked boyfriend

He's....perfect

My gaze scans to his dick and oh my god that's huge

Long, massively thick, so stiff and leaking cum

He's a fucking god, I'm sure of it

"Fuck Jungkook", I murmur

He ignores me as he gets on the bed, pulling up my shirt, "Take the fucking shirt off or I'll rip it off you"

Oh god, yes please

So I just smirk at him, keeping my arms down so he can't get it off me

"Fuck", he growls, pushing me down on the bed, grabbing the hem of the shirt and pulling hard, tearing sounds ripping through the room

I feel the fabric give way as he completely rips the shirt down the middle

"Move your arms baby", he grunts and I do, letting him get the scraps of my shirt off

His arms move around my back, lifting me off the bed, one of his hands talking off my bra

I'm laid on the bed again as he throws my bra somewhere in his room

"Oh my fucking god, you're so fucking hot", he gapes, his hands roaming my body, his touch sending every piece of skin into a blaze

He leans down, his lips pressing kisses to my sternum tattoo and my body feels like it's made of electricity

My body, on its own, arches into his lips, wanting them on every part of my body

"Fuck baby", he groans as he moves to my rib tattoo, "I had no idea you had all these tattoos. They're so hot. You're so hot"

I doubt that

Definitely not hot compared to him

His lips leave kiss after kiss all over my chest, his hands squeezing my boobs at the same time

He kisses down to my nipple, where he tugs it in his mouth, sucking softly

Wetness floods my panties as I moan, arching my back into him, my hand plunging in his hair

After a minute, he switches to my other nipple, sucking away like he does this all the time

"Fuck baby, your nipples are so good to suck on. Fucking love them", he groans

"Kookie", I whine, feeling so good

He's hasn't even touched my pussy yet and I'm already feeling so much pleasure

He pulls off my nipple, his lips pressing kisses in between my boobs, scorching my skin in so much heat

He travels lower, endless kisses pressed into my skin, his fingers following his lip's wake until they end up by my pants

"You gonna give me a hard time about taking your pants and panties off too?", he asks, his eyes lifting to mine

I shake my head

No I'm definitely not

"Good girl", he smirks, pulling everything down and off in one go, throwing my clothes across his room

"Fucking beautiful baby", he whispers, his eyes all over my naked body

I'd thought I'd feel shy about him seeing me but I'm not

I guess it's because I oogled him just like he's oogling me

It's fair

And right now my eyes are on his massive cock

Fuck me, I want to suck on him so badly

He has other ideas, kissing my lower stomach again, hands squeezing my thighs

His lips move lower and lower, his hands spreading my legs wider

I must be crazy but I want to suck him off first

I'm dying to have his cock in my mouth

Right as he gets to my pussy, I push his head back gently, "Wait"

"Joanne!!", he explodes

"Kookie", I start

"Why are you torturing me?", he whines

I know he's frustrated but he's so cute when he whines

"I'm not baby. I just...I wanna suck your cock"

"No!", he exclaims

"No?", I ask, my eyebrows raised

What guy turns down a blow job?

"No! Fuck baby, I just want my face in your pretty pussy, I'm fucking dying to eat you out and you keep stopping me!"

Well, I want his dick in my mouth

"But I want to suck your cock!", I whine

"Arrgg", he shouts

The next thing I know, he grabbed me and maneuvered me so easily into a 69 position, his hard leaking cock right in my face

"There. Happy?", he grunts

Very

"Yeah. You?"

"I'll be happy when you finally let me taste you", he grumbles

I don't answer, instead licking along his slit, tasting his cum

Fuck, he tastes good

"Fuck baby", he moans, then his tongue is buried in my pussy, swirling everywhere as he pulls me against his face

"Oh fuck!", I cry, pleasure hitting me so fast

"Oh god, so fucking good", he moans in between licks, "So fucking sweet. God baby more, give me more"

My legs shake around his head and I have to concentrate on his dick in front of me so I can suck him off good

Putting my tongue on his underside, I lick up slowly, savoring the feel of his soft skin

He moans in my cunt, licking up and down rapidly, like he can't get enough

Holding his cock in front of my mouth, I swirl my tongue around his fat head, getting a taste of his cum as I do

How is he so good and why am I noticing it?

Taking his head in my mouth I suck on it, feeling how wide he stretches my mouth open

"Mmm baby", groans, his tongue flicking my clit, making me moan against his cock

He presses the tip of his tongue against my clit, wiggling it, sending pleasure careening through my body

I push down his cock more, getting as much as I can in until he hits the back of my throat

I choke, pulling a little off

I know there's no way I can get his entire massive cock in my throat right now

That I'm going to have to practice

But I can get a little more than half and I start bobbing my head on him

His fingers dig into my thighs, as he sucks my clit into his mouth, slurping all over me

Using my hand, I stroke the rest of his cock, as I fuck my mouth on his shaft, drooling all over him

This has to be one of the messiest blow jobs I ever gave

But God, do I love sucking his cock

Sliding up and down on his fat cock, I swallow every time I take him in, squeezing his cock in my throat

His tongue slides around my hole a few times before plunging inside

My mind goes hazy from the bliss as I clench down on his tongue

"Mmm, pussy's so tight", he groans, shoving his tongue in and out of my cunt, "Can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock"

"Mm", I answer, pulling off his dick, keeping my hand moving, "Can't wait to feel this cock fuck me open"

"Oh I will baby", he assures me, "I will"

His tongue slides in and out of my hole while I take him in my mouth as far as I can and start sucking on him, hard

"Fuck baby", he groans, "That's it baby. Suck my cock just like that"

I smirk, continuing my movements

And he said he didn't want a blow job

Liar

His mouth wraps around my clit again, sucking as hard and fast as he can, keeping his tongue against my bump, blasting pleasure in my body

I'm gonna cum soon but I can't find it in myself to get off his dick

I'm enjoying sucking on him way too much

"Gonna give me that pretty cream that's flooding my face baby", he murmurs, before sucking again

"Mmmm!", I cry, my fingers gripping his thigh hard as I suck his cock like my life depends on it

My legs shake around his head, my eyes closing as bliss hits me hard and I cum all over his face

He sucks a few more times, then his tongue runs down my cunt, burying in my hole

"Oh fuck", he moans, licking and keeping me in pleasure, "Such a sweet pussy. Sweet cream. So fucking good"

He continues to run his tongue on my pussy as my orgasm tapers off, then presses a kiss to my cunt

He easily man-handles me, pulling me off his cock, making me whine

Turning me around, he puts me in his lap as he lays down, pleadingly

"Sit on my cock baby", he begs, his fingers gripping my hips so hard, "Fuck, I want to be inside you so badly. Want to feel you around me"

Fuck, is Jeon, Jungkook actually begging me

It's so goddamn hot

"Yeah? Is that what you want", I tease lovingly, leaning over him, pushing his hair from his forehead

His brown eyes stare at me intensely, biting his lip as he nods

"Please baby. I want you. Please, I waited for you for so long. Don't make me wait any more"

"I won't baby", I say softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips

I swear I will never get over how good his kiss is

He deepens the kiss, his tongue playing with mine as I hold his dick up, moving over him, aligning him to my hole

Sitting on his head, I push down trying to get him in

He's really fucking massive and I push down harder, feeling his fat cock stretch out my hole

It feels so fucking good

"Oh my fucking god", he cries, his head pushing back into the pillow, such pretty sounds coming from his mouth

I continue to slide down, my pussy watering his cock the more and more I get him in

"So tight! Baby, god your pussy is so tight", he pants, lifting his head slightly, watching my pussy take his cock, "Oh my god. So pretty. Your pussy's so pretty wrapped around my cock"

"You feel so good baby", I gasp

His cock is so fucking long, I haven't even bottomed him out yet

I move my hips in a circle, opening my pussy as much as I can around his thick cock

"Fuck, so pretty", he moans, "Pretty pussy moving on me. Wanna be stuffed inside you baby. Please, take all of me"

"I will baby", I assure him, holding onto his upper arms as I shove myself down

"Yes, yes yes!", he yells, "Oh my fucking god! Fuck"

His beautiful body shakes under me, pleasure all over his face

He's so fucking gorgeous

I finally bottom him out, taking all of his fat cock, moaning and feeling so fucking full

"Yes baby!", he yells, "So fucking good. God you feel so good. Throbbing so hard"

I am

My pussy is throbbing uncontrollably around his cock, we're such a snug fit with no room to spare

I've never taken a cock as massive as his but he feels so fucking amazing

"Please ride me baby", he begs, breathing hard, "Ride my cock. Please"

I nod, leaning on his abs getting ready

I'm so excited, knowing he's going to feel incredible

Pushing up, I slide up his long cock all the way to his head

"Yes yes yes", he moans, his tattooed fingers around my hips, looking so good gripping my skin like a life line

I slide back down, taking him all in in one shot, his cock splitting me open so widely, his head smashing my spot

"Jungkook, oh god", I cry

I move, bouncing up and down on his massive cock, somehow able to bottom him out with each move

And he's a complete moaning mess under me- panting, telling me how good I feel, moaning my name, sweat filling his hair and body, his body shaking with each slam down, gripping my hips so hard I know there's going to be pretty bruises

I watch him in massive pleasure, the sight such a turn on

I've never thought he'd be this way

He has such an aura of a dom and maybe he is but right now he's submitting to the pleasure

It's a beautiful sight

And he feels so fucking good, opening me so well, the drag of his cock making me shiver, making me so wet

I don't stop riding him, pumping my legs, wanting his cock buried inside me over and over

The sound of my skin hitting his is so loud in the room, I love hearing it

"Fuck baby", he murmurs, his eyes opening, staring at where we meet, "Your cunt is creaming my cock so much. Such a pretty mess"

"Mmm", I murmur, shivering as his head keeps hitting my spot over and over

"Want you to make a mess on my cock everyday", he begs, his eyes lifting to mine, "Please baby, promise you'll cream my cock everyday"

"I promise", I assure him, riding him hard, my fingers digging into his skin, "Gonna be on your cock all the time"

"Yes baby, yes", he whines, panting so hard

Each time I take him in, he hits my spot with his head, I get closer and closer to my orgasm

"So fucking tight!", he yells, "Fuck, want you to cum on me! Please baby, cum on me!"

"Sssss....soon", I murmur, continuing to play on his cock, right there

The next bounce has me seeing stars as I cum all over his beautiful cock

"Jungkook!", I cry, the ecstasy tsunaming over me, clenching his cock in a vice grip over and over

"Yes!", he screams, gasping for breath, "Yes, oh my god, you feel so good. Oh my god it feels so fucking good!"

The pleasure is so overwhelming, tears falling down my face as I grind and rock on his perfect cock

"Baby! Baby! Fuck!", he yells, tears of his own leaking from his eyes, "You feel so good. Oh god, it feels so fucking good when you cum!"

As the pleasure tapes off, I stop moving, gasping for breath, trying to get myself together after that mind shattering orgasm

Jungkook sits up, pulling me against him and flipping us over, my back slamming on the bed, his mouth against mine, tongue down my throat, cock still buried inside me

His arms move under my legs, pushing them to my chest and begins to pound his cock into me

I moan loudly in his mouth, my body shaking hard, the pure pleasure assaulting my body

"Gonna fuck you so good", he murmurs, "Fucking split your pretty pussy wide open every fucking day"

"Yes baby. Yes", I moan, my brain turning off from the pleasure he's giving me

"Pussy is so loud, so fucking wet. Drenching my cock, my lap, my bed. Fuck I love it", he pants, sitting on his knees, plunging his cock so deeply into me

I feel like my head is in the clouds, so fucked out from his perfect cock, tears flowing profusely from the bliss

He throws my legs over his shoulders, gripping my waist, lifting me up, his cock impaling me so fucking fast

"Gonna break this pussy on my cock", he growls, his eyes on his cock fucking me, "Fucking swallowing my cock so perfectly. I belong inside you baby"

I nod, gripping his wrists hard, "Yes Kookie! Yes"

His eyes lift to mine, "You belong wrapped around me. You're mine"

"Yes", I whisper, "I'm yours"

"I love you"

"I love you Kookie", I tell him

He leans over, kissing me hard and I fall into his kiss

When the kiss is over, he straightens up, fucking harder into me

I watch him fuck me and he's so goddamn hot

His abs tight as he moves, his chest flexing, his arms bulging, veins popping, concentration on his face

A fucking sex god

No doubt about it

"Need you to cum on me", he growls, "I need to feel you baby. I need it"

I pulse incessantly around him as I get closer and closer

"Yes baby", he grunts, "Pussy wants to cum. So tight for me. Throbbing so good. Cum for me baby"

His cock buries inside me, intense pleasure washing over me, blinding me as I scream loudly, coming the hardest I think I've ever cum

"Yes fuck", Jungkook screams, "Fuck, squirt on my cock baby. So fucking pretty!"

I'm vaguely aware that I'm squirting but I can't think through the bliss

"Feels so fucking amazing", he gasps for breath, "You're orgasms feel so good"

He keeps fucking into me, the pleasure lasting so long

I can't breathe, I'm sweating so much, my heart pounding in my chest as his cock barrels in over and over

"One more. One more", he chants, moving my legs around his waist, his thumb pressing into my clit, rubbing furiously, "Cum around my cock. Please baby, cum so I can. Wanna fill you with cum. Wanna fill my pussy with cum. Gonna let me fill you with cum?"

"Yes Jungkook!", I scream, falling head first into another mind shattering orgasm, right after my last one

Ecstacy takes over my body, uncontrollable shaking going through me

"Jungkook!", I scream, my throat raw, "Jungkook!"

I hear Jungkook scream my name, his cock throbbing, his hot sticky cum exploding inside me

I can feel every movement of his cock, every drop of his cum fill me and leak around us

I force my eyes open, the stunning sight of him coming knocking the breath from my lungs

Intense pleasure all over his face as he screams my name, tears flowing down his face, sweat dripping off him onto my skin, his body visibly shaking, his arms shaking as he desperately holds himself up

We finish together, both of us breathing hard as he pulls out, dropping on the bed next to me

I don't think I can move yet but Jungkook reaches out, taking my hand and pulling me to him

His strong muscular arms wrap around me, holding me to him, making me feel so safe and protected

Cuddling into him, I lay my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat

"I love you", he says softly

"I love you", I answer, hugging him tightly

"My baby. Fuck, I'm so happy you're mine", he says sleepily

"Me too Kookie. I'm happy you're mine"

"Mmm baby, nap time? I'm so tired"

I giggle, "Well we did fuck each other like animals"

"Yeah", he smiles, "Was so good"

"It was", I confirm

"We can do it again later?"

He's so cute, his eyes already closed, his voice so lazy

"Everyday baby, as much as you want"

"Mmm good"

I just giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, "Sleep baby. You're tired"

I sit up, grabbing the blanket that was pushed to the foot of the bed and pull it over us

As soon as I lay down, Jungkook, moves, laying half on me, his face in my neck, arms securely around my waist, his leg thrown over my hip

I giggle tiredly, kissing his forehead, holding him and closing my eyes, feeling so safe in his arms

[smg4-actor-au]

haiiiii ^_^ hi!! hiiiiii <3 haiiiiii hii :3

//ooc: ok so this post is gona be different than usual. why? well that's because i'll be stating my opinion on the meme factory mini arc or whatever it's called-- oh yeah you're gonna get some spoilers so watch the arc first/nf :3

i personally found it... good! not the best, but also not the worst. i'll give it a 7/10 or 3.5 stars :3 i'll be listing the positives and negatives:

POSITIVES:

leggy being cute as always

mr puzzles being kinda of the good guy (?)

meggy having a slightly more positive viewig of puzzles :D

UNDERTALE REFERENCE

smg3

NEGATIVES:

WHY AM I ROOTING FOR THE VILLAIN (puzzles)

that line from smg4 at the end was...... something.

speaking of smg3's boyfr-- i mean smg4, bro just enslaved one of his "best friends" (meggy as leggy) to work for him??? not cool smg4 :/

WHAT WAS THAT LEGGY PLUSH IT DOESNT EVEN LOOK LIKE HER OR ANY SMG4 PLUSH FOR THAT MATTER >:(

as much as i'm mainly neutral about both 4 and puzzles, in this arc and the recent episodes, smg4 was an ass and puzzles was amazing, i love him

a statement in reddit by u/gerrfrut describes EXACTLY how i felt about smg4 (the character) in the arc:

" "I can't imagine what Mr. Puzzles must have done to brainwash you into helping him"

Dude, YOU are the one who is to blame for this. You've seen her become Leggy, chose NOT to help her, but instead made her a SLAVE for a factory (which endangered the whole crew by giving Mr. Puzzles a way to get 5 stars), and had the AUDACITY to shift the blame from himself to Mr. Puzzles right into her face? Mr. Puzzles did not brainwash her, but instead acted nicer to her, which naturally led her into being more inclined to trust Mr. Puzzles more than SMG4 (you know you've fucked if the VILLAIN has more decency than you).

Also once again, there is zero repercussions for his actions. I really hope the crew will stop being gaslit by him one day and beat his ass to get him back into his sences. That's basically it. Sorry for the complaining, but SMG4 is acting insufferable and I am tired of ignoring this"

MY OPINION ABOUT THE FANDOM'S OPINION (especially on r/smg4):

it's a M I N I arc, not a full-on major story arc like revelations or some shit like that, what did you expect?! honestly, the fandom was and always will be the all-time worst part of smg4 for me. tbh, i'm pretty sure no matter how good or bad a episode is, someone will ALWAYS try to make it look worse. okay this post is getting WAYYY to long so i'll end it here, feel free to tell your opinions in the comments/reblogs! BYEEEEE---

[barcalover86]

Hey! I love your work <3

Can I ask for a Gavi x reader where the reader is a dancer and she had a horrible season because she always got placed worse than before and actually breaks down in front of Gavi thinking she is the worst dancer but he comforts him and telling her she is not bad at all?

Thank you<33

Disappointed - Pablo Gavi

If this is about you, I'm sorry to hear that. If anyone finds themselves in this type of story, I'm with you! As an performance athlet I know that is hard, but enjoy the moments!!! It's hard and I know it, but if you smile through the pain, it's going to get easier. I promise you that!

I don't know how a dancer season goes and if here's about balet or another type of dancing, but I'm going to what I know. Enjoy!

You arrived home after a big fight with your couch. She said you were bad and lately you've been having a lot of troubles with dancing right. Forgetting what you had to do because of all the pressure, wasn't helping you with the bad performance you had in the last competitions.

You were mad. You trained hard and sacrificed everything for this sport to get nowhere. It felt like in this moment, all you wanted to do is forget about dancing.

When Gavi saw your tired and frustrated face, he was concerned about you.

"Que pasa, amor?"

"Bad training."

Your reply was so dry, making Pablo even more concerned about you. He knew the life of an athlete wasn't easy at all, but it shouldn't be something where you just can't find happiness anymore.

He signed you to come sit in his arms, bow cuddling while asking what happened. His hands were in your hair, making you relax a bit.

You didn't speak at first, but after you were more comfortable, you felt like you had to free out your negative emotions.

You told him about how you are disappointed because of your performance and how you can't do anything to improve it, feeling like nothing worked.

He listened to you, until you were done.

"First, amorcito, stop crying, ok?" he raised your chin to look into his eyes. "Second, you are one of the nest dancer I've ever seen-"

"You just say that because I'm your girlfriend"

"Que- no! Exactly because I'm your boyfriend, I have to tell you my true opinion and to be honest with you. Listen up, cariño. I love the way you dance. You make it so emotional, and every time I see you, I get lost in your moves. You have a talent, and it would be a waste if you want to give up. Don't get me wrong here, I will support you through every decision, but you have to know that in this life, nothing is easy. I myself have some bad games, but they make me better next time. Maybe you don't see it yet, but promise you, in time, you will. Maybe for you, this season was bad, but the next one will be better. You know why? Because you didn't give up! Because you are brave, strong, talented and amazing. If you feel like you are worth nothing at the team you are, we can change it. You have to be happy and exited when you go to training. Being comfortable around people will make you perform better, preciosa. Si, my sweet dancer?"

You looked at him with tears in your eyes, nodding.

"You are amazing, Pablo. Thank you.."

He kissed your lips. "Now we can relax a bit after our hard session."

"How was your training?"

He laughed. "Oh you would love to hear this."

2nd Masterlist

[harrowharr0w]

ok here’s a rough draft on some pjsk ocs please dont be mean i dont know how to write

preT*leaves

(pretty tea leaves... with the asterisk from pasupare because i'm unoriginal)

british tea party themed (think morfonica tea party set outfit vibes)

2 girls 2 guys

they do dainty little dances..

sekai is like a little palace

start with miku, rin, len

they were members of the tea party club (yeah thats a club now) (started as a joke) and then one of them suggested they should form a unit and start singing. they did because idk they ran out of tea to taste

i’m expanding their covers to any jpop song i like.

ibitsuna kotoba (dazbee)

tenshi ni fureta yo (k-on)

cat (milgram)

coquettrie dancer (yuu miyashita)

ok actual characters time!!

[placeholder name 1] (girl 1)

stage name: cinderella

voice is whispery. like shizuku/honami/kanade

she is literally only seen at club meetings. the other members of this unit have never seen her outside the club and she leaves before anyone can get her contact

mysterious

quiet

was the one who suggested the unit idea

also founded the club

17

[placeholder name 2] (girl 2)

stage name: candle

a tad strange

claims she can see ghosts and talk to them

wide eyed like a paranoid bug

kind of like the "token weird girl" of the class. no one dislikes her she's just there like the silly little bug in the corner of the class

carries candles around and will light one and wave it around you if you say you are feeling any negative emotion

16

[placeholder name 3] (guy 1)

stage name: ruler

mature

seems like a mom friend and he is but then you realize he actually believes in all of candle's weird exorcism talk. encourages it

very smart, occasionally very scary

???

17

[placeholder name 4] (guy 2)

stage name: charm

character who's done with things (i love grumpy people who hate everything. sorry if its overdone but actually im not sorry theyre my characters)

really likes idol rhythm games so was secretly excited when cinderella suggested forming a unit. his first thought was "oh my god we're just like morfonica..."

actually very good at being prim and proper and nice

16

name suggestions are SO welcome like i need names please

[khaire-traveler]

Ok, I briefly addressed this in a reblog, but I feel the need to clarify that U.S. Americans not understanding or being ignorant of other cultures around the world is actually a pretty complex topic. As a U.S. American who has traveled to several countries, I can say that it's a lot more than one single cause - I was just addressing one of the many in that post.

The main point, though, is that it's not usually done out of malice, so much as circumstance and the U.S. culture itself. Unfortunately, the ignorance is baked in deeply. I'm honestly too exhausted to go into the specifics right now, but just know that, if you're from another country and have experienced U.S. Americans being complete idiots about your culture, you are absolutely valid and your feelings about that are also valid. It's extremely frustrating when people don't even seem to give a single shit about your culture, but I endure you that it's most likely not done with bad intentions; it's because the way our country is really sucks, for a lot of reasons. I'm sorry to everyone that's been negatively impacted by this, and I encourage my fellow U.S. Americans, please get curious about other countries and cultures. The world is absolutely massive outside of this shithole country, and there are so many beautiful things just waiting to be experienced! Always learn about other places. 🧡

[tan1shere]

Right Here

Nessa Barrett x female reader

A/n: first little nessa fic on here eeee I hope you guys enjoy and request some things for her :)

Summary: you're dealing with hard emotions right now be nessa is there for you.

Warnings: very angsty ! Self harm, readers mental health is not at all good. So if this may be triggering don't read ! <3

Masterlist

She was your comfort. Always has been, ever since you got together. You both get one another better than anything. Until you started shutting people out. You had no idea why or what made you do this, but you were getting bad again. This has happened before and truth be told she saved you. You saved her by coming into her life. She saved you months ago from leaving her in the most horrible way. You felt like you didn't want to be saved this time.

She had been in and out alot recently as she was preparing for her new album, so you felt like you hardly spend any time with her. You understood completely but you miss her terribly. Especially when your mind was where it was at currently. But she was so busy, so this is what it led to. You keeping it to yourself because you couldn't stress her out anymore. Maybe this feeling will drive away soon, and she wouldn't have to worry.

Oh, but it stayed. Lingered. Which led you here mindlessly wandering your guys home. It was dim as the drowsy day projects from the windows. Everything about the day was dull, making you feel worse. All you wanted was her, but you felt like you couldn't. Not because she was busy. You had got this twisted idea that she might be getting sick of you in the process of her absence. What if she does loose feelings for you. What if one day she just doesn't care about you anymore.

You knew deep down that wasn't true she loved you with every fiber of her being. But that other little devil in your mind was pushing that down, letting all the negative thoughts consume you. You wanted them to shut up, every thought getting louder than the last. You grip your hair. "Shut up." You then say aloud. Feeling like you're going mental. Maybe you were. You haven't eaten in weeks, and ofcourse Ness hadn't notice when shes hardly home. But you were so glad she hasn't or she might go mental herself.

Nessa can be protective of the things she loves, never wanting them to be hurt or to slip away from her. So she'd always make sure you were ok. Maybe because she hasn't in awhile you feel empty. You couldn't pin point this sudden sadness, depression if you will. You head up to your shared bedroom and into the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror. You inspect carefully. Every little thing on your face, what's wrong with you why'd you even start doing this. It was only going to tear you down more. Your face was pale from the lack of everything recently.

You had hardly been eating, sleeping. So it was no wonder you looked this way. You needed some other sort of pain to distract yourself, the thoughts were getting too much. But it frightened you the fact you were thinking like this again. You haven't hurt yourself in months. But no one's here to stop you this time. You look to your side seeing a razor. Contemplating. You felt tears sting your eyes as you just needed to. It was bad but your hand reaches out for it, popping out the blade and thinking for just a second.

But you didn't need to think. You plop on the floor as the tears are now spilling out. You grab it and dig it into your thigh, drawing a bit of blood before the door swings wide open. Your head moves in pure shock. And the look on your girlfriends face is something you didn't want to see. "Hey, hey." She comes over to you so fast, grabbing your hand. "Don't do that. I can't loose you, please." She pleaded moving her hands on your face, making you look at her. You drop the blade as more tears come out. "You haven't done this in forever-" "I'm sorry Ness. I'm so sorry." You then blab, but she brings you into a warm hug.

"No.. I'm sorry, I feel like I haven't been around." She sits with you in her arms, holding you tighter not wanting you to go anywhere. Her own tears are about to spill at the thought. You cry uncontrollably into her neck. Her hand soothing your arm. You stay like this for a little while. No words. Just the comfort of one another. "How long have you been feeling like this?" She then speaks up as she feels you calming just a bit. "F-few weeks.." You admit. She bites her lip trying not to let out a sob. "Im so sorry baby. I'm so sorry. Why didn't you try telling me?" She asks getting you to look at her again.

"You've been so busy Ness I didn't want to stress you out or bother you." Her head shakes. "You could never do any of those I promise. You're my life, and if I don't have you there's no life to live." She says looking into your eyes. "I promise im here, we're in this together ok?" She finishes off, to which you nod and hug her tightly. "I don't want you to worry about me." You then speak up. "I always worry about you bub. You're forever in my thoughts." Your eyes flutter close as you listen to her voice. Finally feeling the need to sleep.

"I'm right here. Forever and always." She says into your hair.

[waywardmongergoopzine]

Ok so I have to get my opinion out about Cyn

In episode 5 we see how Cyn was a worker drone that was thrown away by humans and was offered absolute solver (as seen in this scene) to "wake up" after "sleeping" for god knows how long under a pile of dead drones (which is kinda traumataizing).

She was found and brought by Tessa in the mansion where she really couldn't do anything around the mansion because of her dysfunctional body and because of this she probably wasn't treated kindly by others (take J as an example) and was maybe also judged and disliked by everyone because of her dissability exept N.

He is/was always kind and understanding and saw her struggle and promised to be there for her and help her when she needs it, evolving their relationship into brother and sister.

Now, as we have already seen with Uzi in ep 4, stress/anxiety/negative feelings made her AS to act up and overheat really fast which caused her to transform into a monster who killed her classmates who where just terrible. They didn't even brother to learn her name and worst of all, they trusted N, her first friend who is a murder drone that is made to kill them, who they've just met like 10 seconds ago, more then their classmate.

In the mansion N was probably the single one who conforted her when she was stressed/sad/scared however the more time went by, the more torment was initiated by Tessa's abusive parents, and the AS slowly took over her mind and that's when she started becoming more agresive towords everyone and started doing gruesone experiments.

N, because he was always being by her side began witnessing the things she was doing and when she discovered that she began making backups of every drone so that her mission won't be compromised if someone witnesses her and/or she makes experimens on them and then kills them. (What if the first time she made a new N was after she accidently caused his death and then realised what she had done and wanted her brother to come back, this would be really tragic if this is the case but who knows 😭).

I personally belive in the theory that the Absolute solver (or The Solver of the Absolute Fabric or whatever it's named) is a hivemind that makes a pact with a drone that is in need (or maybe on the brink of death) and that's how it gains more power and gets closer to its goals. I think that it also accumulates the memories and the mannerisms of its hosts (which can explain some things). Also I think that it is trying/tried to do the same thing to Doll, Uzi, Nori and Yeva but their solver are independent so they cannot be taken over.

Cyn wasn't properly disposed of and was stuck unable to wake up ( you can say that she was left to die) untill the AS sent a masage telling her that it'll help her, that she seems sad, and in distress and it tells her that she won't be disposed of if she gives it acces to her system I guess

(This photo is, in my opinion, the biggest proof)

She was just a scared drone (perhaps a robot child as N says in ep 4 that they are children) that was trown away like a toy and now wnats revange on the humans that misstreat her kind. Cyn wants, like her brother, tobprotect the ones she loves.

Now

If you want some more proof about this watch this video on yt that explains the things that I'm saying:

(I don't know spanish at all but the subtitles are really hopefull) (Also it's a great video)

I'm sorry if there where many problems in this post or if the explanation wasn't so good.

I'll make some other posts about this and the plot of the series but idk when