#probably cuz I'm not... that much enjoying it? (i think that's a strong word here but I'm not entirely sure how to describe it)

[darkdragon768]

Mhm I love procrastination and me having to finish stuff on the last possible day.

[moonspirit]

what do u think the alliances favourite form of media is? (books, poetry, music, movies etc.) now that they’re able to freely enjoy such things

Hiya!

Oh well xD I have some strong opinions on this one.

For Armin, his fascination with books will not cease, obviously, and good for him if he finds a library he can spend all day cooped up in, reading about wonderful new things. But also, I like thinking that he's gonna enjoy music a lot. Once he gets his hands on some records, and the Alliance hauls a gramophone into their house, he's going to really become a music enthusiast. I see him bonding with Pieck over their mutual love for good music.

(also. Once he discovers a new machine or contraption or invention, it's over for everyone.)

Annie - well @aquietjune introduced the image of Annie being a movies lover, and it's been stuck in my head ever since xD It's just adorable to think she enjoys going to watch the moving pictures and can spend any amount of time there. But aside from this, while I think she's not much of a book person, I like the idea of her enjoying crossword puzzles a lot. She'd like to have something to keep her mind busy and they're good for that. Ofc, this means Armin and her can have dining table dates where he's reading a book and she's doing a puzzle and he helps her with words when they're being particularly difficult.

Jean - XD oh god. I imagine this guy likes activities that exude an air of elegance and class. This could be painting, or an interest in fine art, and poetry, museums, art galleries, the like. I think he'd also enjoy the movies and maybe he and Annie could go together for a few (tho she's not having any of his intellectual put-on opinions on them).

Pieck - she's gonna be a plant lady 100%. There will be so many plants in her room and in the house that a giant leaf is smacking everyone in the face wherever they go. I just think she's going to find some comfort raising baby plants especially if we consider that she's the only real "odd one out" in the Alliance. She's lost everyone she knew and loved and is a newcomer among the others. But! There's also the music! She's got good taste in music and I imagine she's going to find some closeness with Armin in this interest.

As for Connie and Reiner. See, I really think they'd enjoy festivals and carnivals and board games and shooting games haha xD Not that any of the others would enjoy them less, but they're the first to make a beeline if there's something going on somewhere. Reiner canonically enjoys playing chess too (if I'm remembering right, he used to play a lot with Armin during their cadet years). Connie would enjoy mimicry and jesting shows(?) a lot (plenty to laugh at) and I think Reiner would also enjoy romance novels a lot and get too involved in the drama. I just like making fun of him a lot sorry

Not related to media but I think taking care of pets would help them all, but Reiner in specific. Not going into details here cuz that is another tangent, but for someone with so many suicidal thoughts and ideations, finding joy in bonding with a dog or cat or any animal really, would be good for him.

Falco and Gabi? - they probably love everything! Though Gabi is too restless to sit in one place for anything too long lol. Falco would probably get great book recs from Armin.

Levi - leave the man alone in peace, he's got a tea shop. (But I also hc that he likes the radio a lot)

Mikasa? - I think she'd also like radio broadcasts a lot, and going to plays. I have a very hard time getting into her headspace 🥲

[what-if-i-just-did]

Guilt & Revenge: Collapsed Building

Whumptober, Day 24: Collapsed Building

Guilt & Revenge Masterlist

Not really any whump this time, sorry guys. Instead- Meet Jake!!! Finally!! I'm sure you've seen mentions of the guy, but here he is! Also I love writing Amber's backstory... he's such a blorbo fr. Anyways hope ya'll enjoy and lmk to be added to the taglist!

TWs: underage drinking under supervision of an adult (no alcohol abuse), breaking into an abandoned building, jokingly ageist banter (teenagers calling a 27yo old in good fun), joking threats of physical violence, collapsed wall, and mentions of implied bad childhood, teenager living on their own, death, phone endangerment, customer service, and misgendering (said by a cis girl)

“Are you sure this is safe? There isn’t.. mold or anything, right?” Noah-Elise spoke in an uneasy voice. Understandable, considering she didn’t do things like this a lot.

“Sweetie, this building has been abandoned for over a decade. I’d be surprised if there wasn’t mold.” Jake had a smirk on his face, per usual. “Amber, need a leg up?”

“As if.”, Amber said, easily following Noah-Elise over the fence. “How about you, old man? Will your knees survive?”

Jake followed Amber just as easily. “You know I’m only twenty-seven, right?”

“Still over a decade more than us.” Amber wandered off to go explore, vaguely hearing Noah-Elise’s “hey, be nice-”. They were in a fairly large, mostly open space. There was a lot of random debris lying about, and everything was covered in dust. There were cracks in some places along the bare concrete walls and floor. A bunch of rotting wooden crates were stacked on eachother on the far left end of the space. Pieces of glass and wire and small unidentifiable things littered the floor. All in all, not particularly interesting, but fun enough just by the virtue of it being forbidden. It was quite near midnight, and technically this counted as breaking in.

“Yo, Am. Beer?" 

Amber turned around to see Jake shrugging his backpack off his shoulders and unzipping it.

He signed “sure”, but out loud he said: “You brought beer? Really man?”

Jake handed him one. “I don’t see you complaining. Noah-Elise?”

“Nope. I’m not drinking until I’m twenty-one.” She signed along with her words, and side-eyed the offered can.

“More for us.”, Jake shrugged. He’d signed along with his words too, and Amber chuckled when he realized Jake’d done that subconsciously. He opened the can and took a swig. 

Amber wasn’t good enough at grammar yet to really be able to follow along when they signed and spoke at the same time too much, although they did it sometimes for practice.

The three of them spent a few hours switching between talking and signing, messing around.

Noah-Elise slowly loosened up, although she continued to mother him and Jake a bit, as always.

“You know I could get into real trouble if we get caught? This is breaking and entering, giving a minor alcohol, probably child endangerment or some shit.”

Amber grinned. “And yet you do it anyway.”

“Cuz I love you little fuckers. But if you don’t give me back my phone now, Am, I’m throwing you against that wall.”

Amber looked at the indicated wall, then looked back and raised an eyebrow. “You’re throwing a minor up against a wall? Kinky.”

Jake rolled his eyes. “More like child abuse. Now give me my phone.”

“Same thing. Catch!” Amber threw the phone gently, and was completely prepared for the string of expletives that Jake threw at him in return. 

Jake had caught the phone, of course. Amber would never actually try to break it. 

“I don’t think you’d even be able to throw me against the wall anyways. You’re probably not strong enough.”, he teased.

“Oh yeah? Frickin’ watch me- “ “Boys? Let’s not throw each other against walls? I’m sure you can find something else to throw to prove your point, there’s tons of shit here.”

And thank whomever listens for Noah-Elise, their singular brain cell.

Grumbling, Jake went off to find something to throw at the wall. 

“Thanks, Noah-Elise. I dread to think how any of us would be off without you.”, Amber said.

She took a second to respond, pretending to think it over. “Hmmm. Dead in a ditch, probably.”

“Yeah.” Amber said forlornly. He quickly took another sip of his second beer, hiding his expression. They were having a good time, with enjoyable banter. No need to get negatively nostalgic now. He’d been living on his own for a year, he had people in his life that loved him, he was finally in a good place. 

Jake came back not too much later with a heavy-looking plant pot. It had some form of dead plant in it, but Amber couldn’t quite tell- and honestly really didn’t care. “Here. Look, I can throw - “

The sound of the impact swallowed the rest of Jake’s sentence, but there wasn’t much time to dwell on it, considering that a split second later, the wall collapsed, taking a good chunk of the ceiling with it. 

For a few seconds, Amber was paralyzed with fear, trying to find the source of the danger. When his mind caught up, he called out. “Holy shit, ya’ll okay?”

He did a check check of himself- his clothes were dirty as hell and he had a few scrapes, but he seemed alright. Further examination could wait.

Noah-Elise coughed a few times, and signed “I think I’m okay”. 

Jake quickly did the sign for “same”/”me too”, then looked over at Amber. “You?”

Amber copied the sign absentmindedly. He started laughing. “Damn. Holy shit. Okay. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good plan..” Noah-Elise said.

They left quickly, all a bit shaken up, but overall alright.

“Fuck, now I need a shower.” Amber muttered. Jake somehow picked up on it and laughed.

“Hey, do me a favor, both of you? Promise me you’ll never tell Dave about this?”

“Deal”

Amber and Noah-Elise said it at the same time. It caused another round of infectious laughter to spread among them as they walked. Despite the fright, the night still ended well. 

Or, well. Amber groaned as he realized he had work in the morning.

“Nobody should have to deal with a customer service job after getting -”, he checked his phone, “less than four hours of sleep. It’s torture. Actually, I take that back, nobody should have to deal with a customer service job, period. Customer service is torture. Oh, sure, laugh at my pain.” Amber huffed.

“I’m only laughing cause I know the struggle, man. It’s just funny hearing it from someone who I’ve known since he was like thirteen. You’re making me feel old, dude.”

“If that makes you feel old, you should realize we were born in 2005.”, Noah-Elise piped up.

Jake stopped dead in his tracks. 

“No you’re not.”

“Yes, we were.” Amber couldn’t contain his amusement.

“That’s unfair, man. That’s low.”

Noah-Elise dramatically gasped. “You’re misgendering me?”

“Since when do you care if I call you man or bro or shit like that?”, Jake countered.

“Since never.”

“Exactly.”

“Uh huh.” Noah-Elise responded.

“What?”, Jake said, in a tone like he’d been silently accused of something.

“Nothing.”, came out among giggles.

“No, what?”

Amber and Noah-Elise were laughing. “Nothing!!”, she insisted.

Jake stared at them for a second. 

“Fucking teenagers.”, he said as he walked off.

[moonstrider9904]

Dearest Moon,

Congratulations on this milestone. You deserve it for all of the love and passion you have put into this blog for years. Your impact on this fandom is undeniable, and i cannot imagine it without you as a part of it. Thank you for your beautiful creations and your friendship all these years. I would love to receive a love letter from Jesse? You know he is my favourite.

I would imagine his and my relationship to be committed and loving, as well as long term. We would have probably met while he was stationed somewhere him and his troops are often. We would likely go on picnic dates, bake and cook at home, do fun things like pottery and art together. I also like to imagine our relationship would be healthy, full of respect and admiration for one another (with the occasional argument, of course).

You know my personality quite well i assume, but i think i am opinionated and strong willed, but very sensitive and vulnerable all the same. I love joking around but i don't like jokes that can be hurtful and very personal. I tend to pour all of my love and attention into one person at a time, and am very devoted to them. I think i would be the same with a partner. I like things like flowers, so so much, i enjoy tea and doing laundry and baking.

As for physical appearance, i am a blondie with blue eyes, average in European height, and rather frail at the moment. Some encouraging words about my appearance from Jesse would be nice, as there isn't a thing i currently like about the way i look, if i am honest.

The letter can be suggestive if you like, as i like to think Jesse is a very sexual and physical person. It can even be NSFW.

My pronouns are she/they, but i am 100% okay with female descriptors and terms of endearment.

Thank you for doing this, it is such a wonderful idea. I hope you are well, and i am sending you all my love🌹

My dear @nunanuggets, thank you for stopping by. Thank you so much for your beautiful words! I hope to do you justice because I know how much you love Jesse, and I know how much he would love you. In the spirit of the follower celebration, thank you for always being so kind and supportive ❤️✨

Moon's 1300 follower celebration - a love letter from your man

Hey, sweetheart!

You wouldn't believe what Fives did today. He actually came up to me flexing a photo of who he thought was the hottest gal in the galaxy, and I almost punched him cuz I thought he'd somehow stolen my holo of you. Turned out he hadn't, he was just wrong.

Yes, that was my smooth way of reminding you that you're the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes upon 😉 I know how much you love it when I tell you that, baby. You're gorgeous inside and out. Your amazing blue eyes, your hair, your skin, your voice. Your kindness, how supportive you are, the way you hold me, the way you fit perfectly in my arms when I hold you. So, do me a favor. Whenever you find yourself doubting, read this again. You're fucking beautiful and I'm the luckiest man in the universe to be with you. And if anyone dares tell you otherwise, I will personally, with my own hands, pay Fives and Echo to beat them up.

And, just in case you need a little extra encouragement, I'll be happy to show you how beautiful I think you are next time I'm on planet 😉😉

Alright, alright, back to my manners. I miss you too, my darling. Shit, after the time we've all had up here, nothing sounds better to me than a calm day with you. I want that, ya know? I want the routine, the domesticity. Please, for the love of all that's good, take me out for groceries next time I'm in town. Welcome me into your kitchen so we can cook a meal at our home. Let me brew tea for the first time for you to try it, hate it, but tell me you love it so I won't feel bad. I need that with you, love.

And after that, of course, we can do that other thing I was suggesting earlier. Heheh.

I adore you, baby, never forget that. And I'm counting down the days before I can meet up with you again.

Your man,

Jesse

[arechickensreal]

✿ Cove Holden headcanons !! ✿

(still in love with this little guy!! I decided to make a post specifically for headcanons for Cove cuz i have a lot!! I cry over this little ocean boy a lot, and thats ok. anyways, enjoy the hcs)

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He doesn’t really like going to a barber or salon to get his hair cut. He think its kinda awkward and isn’t really fond of the idea of some stranger touching his hair.

So he probably cuts it himself or gets one of his parents to do it (tbh if he knows you know how to, he would probably trust you to cut his hair too)

His dad or his mom used to cut it until he just kinda started doing it on his own.

He probably started cutting it himself after he moved to sunset bird and was still a little upset with his dad

The two of you made each other friendship bracelets and wore them until you couldn’t anymore

Derek also got a friendship bracelet at some point when he became part of the friend group

His favourite ghibli movie is ponyo (for obvious reasons)

Likes both, but prefers dogs over cats a little more

He likes medium/bigger dogs a little more since they don’t bark as much as smaller dogs do, but he doesn’t hate small dogs or anything

But he is still a LITTLE intimidated by the little dogs that bark and growl a lot lmao.

Cove’s not super picky or big on music, and mainly just listens to what's on the radio or whatever someone else puts on, but I can see him liking the same types of music as his parents (i talked abt my hcs for cliff & kyra’s music tastes in my post abt them)

I feel like he would like softer music and lofi and stuff.

I can picture him listening to mxmtoon and khai dreams.

If he knows about the types of music that you like, he would try and listen to them too.

He also tries to learn more about your interests and stuff he can talk to you about them or at least have a better understanding of what you’re talking about

He’s actually pretty decent at singing, but he doesn’t really sing much.

He does like to quietly sing or hum to himself if he’s just doing stuff in his room tho

After the first time you two sleep in the same bed together, he starts hugging in his pillow in his sleep when ur not there (he may or may not sometimes imagine its you when he misses you)

If he’s not holding onto or grounded (is that the right word lmao?) by something, he’ll move and shift in his sleep a lot.

He doesn’t really talk in his sleep, but he sort of quietly, incoherently mumbles to himself.

You can’t really make out a full sentence, or proper words out of it most of the time, but occasionally you can make out something that sort of sounds like your name.

He likes stuff like diffusers and scented candles because he likes the smell. He doesn’t really go out of his way to buy and use them or anything since he doesn’t really know much about them, but he likes/appreciates it if you or other people do.

He isn't the biggest fan of the ones that smell overly sweet/strong tho.

On that note, he has a really good sense of smell. Like, he can pick up on things that literally nobody else can.

He likes to talk to his fish about things (he also loves to tell them about you)

Honestly he just loves talking about you in general

I think he likes it when you say his name (not in a weird way lol)

Like you’ll say his name if you’re just talking to him, and internally hes just like

“Yes !! That’s me !! :D”

I think he also wants/wanted you to be there when he gets his tattoo/piercings. For emotional support. (if you choose the cove that has either of those)

But yeah

Also if you were down for it he would also like the idea of getting matching tattoos

Probably something beach related or white poppies or something along those lines (tbh I kinda do wanna get a poppy tattoo irl one day lmao)

Anyways thats all the ones i'm gonna post for now

Might make a second part idk yet

Hope you enjoyed my ramblings about my favourite fictional neighbour <33

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Rules for Requests/Asks || Masterlist || Send asks/requests here!

[danses-with-dogmeat]

hi! i absolutely love your writing!! the post about the companions making sole a holotape literally made me tear up. that shit went hard /pos. are you planning to add gage to the post? (personally, i think there's never enough gage content) keep up your astounding fics!

Ahh thank you so much! And I'm glad you got some feels out of that holotape post, I really did mean for some of them to be tear-jerkers 😅

But yes, you're so right, there's definitely never enough Gage out there! I'm gonna go ahead and add him to the original and reblog that one, but here is his as a standalone post as well!

Thanks so much for the ask, and I hope you enjoy ❤

Gage:

“Hiya there boss… It’s…”

*under his breath* “I hope this damn thing is even recording.”

*snorts*

 “But, it’s me. Jus’ wanted to say some stuff…"

*sighs*

“Look, it’s tough for me, I’m sure you know it more than most, but, it’s tough for me to reach out like this. I never… Well, you know this too Sole, but, I never done this sorta thing before. With the relationship and the… I don’t know, man, the arguments. Before, well, fights like this usually meant the end of things, but you said that ain’t how it’s supposed to be. We’re supposed to work through this shit, somehow, and so I… I guess I figured I’d start with this.” 

*deep breath*

“I’m sorry. Sole. There, okay? I’m sorry for bein’ an asshole, for not givin’ you enough credit, not remembering that yer new to this whole raider thing, this whole Overboss thing. And that… well, you’ve probably never been with someone like me before. I sure as hell’ve never been with somebody like you, but… What can I say? It’s hard to find folks like you out here anyhow. You’re your own breed, boss. And that’s far from a bad thing. Jus’... Well, you know me. If you’re your own breed, I’m a goddamn mutt. I’m rough around the edges, not used to tryin’ to make things work. I’ve solved a hell of a lot more problems with my knife than I have with my words, but… I wanna… Well, I wanna make things work this time ‘round, boss… Sole… I mean, you know how I feel about ya, and I… I ain’t never had anything like this, and I just don’t know how I got along so long without you, cuz… Well, Sole, cuz you just make everything better.”

(pause)

“I mean… my life’s not worth a whole lot, that ain’t no mystery or nothin’, but when yer in it… It feels like somethin’ worth having. Not like the rest of my life, oh… stumblin’ around looking for scraps of quick fixes that could make me forget how little my life really means, but… having something worth holding onto, worth bein’ around for… that’s what it’s like with you.”

*dry chuckle*

“And to think, I was stupid enough to think that one little argument was worth losing all this over. Worth losing the only thing in my life that really makes it worthwhile. Cuz that’s what you are, baby. That’s what you are to me. Even though I don’t say it a whole lot… It don’t mean that I… That I don’t mean it, you know?”

*sigh*

“I can’t be the easiest to get along with, I’m sure. I’m so damn hard-headed most of the time, and I always act like I know what I’m talking about, which… Well, you know that usually ain’t the truth.”

*chuckles*

“But somehow you got the patience for all this. All my shit. And… I may not always be the sharpest knife in the drawer, or whatever the saying is, but I know what I got with you. I know what you’re worth, baby, and it’s more than I got, and I know you bein’ with me at all is a charity, but… Well dammit, I hope I got some worth to you too, cuz I just… I need you now, Sole. I wanna be worth the headache and the patience, and I wanna work through the fights and learn how to make it up to you. I never had this before… I never felt this way about no one. I don’t wanna lose it. I can’t… lose you. Things jus’, well, they just wouldn’t be the same…” 

*deep sigh*

“I know I’m going ‘round in circles a bit here, but you know apologies ain’t really my strong suit. An’ neither is all this mushy stuff, but I’m trying all right? I’m trying for you. And I’m gonna keep on doing that until you tell me you can’t stand it no more. It’s just the kinda reckless, hard-headed, stubborn fool I am, Sole. Gonna keep telling you how you changed it all for me, how you’re so damn incredible it makes my chest hurt, how I… Well dammit. Guess I’ve gotta say it now, huh? Look, there. You did it boss, you got it out of me. Damn near slipped out before I could even catch it too. Nasty little words, but… It’s never been truer. I love you Sole.”

(pause)

*comical sigh*

“And while we’re at it, might as well say I’m sorry again, too. There. You got both outta me. Got it all. There’s nothing left for you to take, baby, all my cards just out on the table like that and I forgot how to fucking bluff.” 

“soft chuckle*

“Nah, but… I mean it, Sole. I ain’t nothin’ without you. Next time we fight, just pull this shit outta your pocket and I’ll shut right up, I promise. And… If I’m ever not sayin’ all that… All that I should, if I’m being an ass like I do sometimes, just listen to this while I’m off sulkin’ somewhere. Cuz it’s true. It’s all true, and no amount of me bein’ pissy or stubborn is gonna change that... Is gonna change the fact that… Well, dammit, I do, I love you, Sole.”

(pause)

“Greedy bastard, you’ve gotten it outta me twice now, so you should be all caught up for awhile… Just don’t use it against me too often, okay? Don’t abuse this shit, or you definitely ain’t gonna hear it as much, I’ll tell ya that.”

*chuckles*

 “Alright, don’t know when this thing is gonna run outta tape, but it’s bound to be close. I’ll, ah, I’ll see ya soon, baby.”

*click*

[fanfictionera]

Love You (BuckyBarnesxReader)

A/N: Here is the long awaiting part 2 to Missed You! There will be a part 3...much sooner than when this was posted....mainly because part 3 spoke to me much more than part 2 so I had to write that first before my brain would focus on part 2. 😅😆

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Bucky and Y/N have crossed the lines that they where fearful to take. Not with a plunge or with a leap but in slow steady strides they take in sync. Or do they? What happens when reactions from the outside question what's happening on the inside? 

Word Count: 2,687

Warnings: Where a helmet, please. Be safe. People in love. No smut but tune into part 3 😉

Love You

Y/N slowly blinked awake before rolling over reaching for her phone that was charging on the nightstand. Just as the phone screen lit up, she was pulled back by Bucky's strong arms. He kissed the back of her neck, where it met her shoulder.

"I don't want to know what time it is," his voice was deeper in the morning, more gravely, right after he woke up. 

It was one of Y/N's favorite sounds. "What about Sam and Steve?"

"Who?" Y/N could hear the smirk in his voice. "Never heard of em'" 

Y/N snuggled back further "Alright, if you say so." 

The room fell into a warm silence as they took in the last few minutes before their bubble would be popped. All too soon there were the soft tones of the alarm going off. 

"Oh I remember now." Bucky let out a laugh through his nose. "The two pains in my ass who make me go with them to the VA."

"Come on, you like going." Y/N smiled. 

Bucky shook his head against the pillow, "Not when there's an exceptionally gorgeous woman in my bed." He captured her lips with his before climbing out of bed.

Y/N could feel the heat dance across her cheeks as she watched him begin to pick out his clothes. 

Unabashedly, she watched him change, "Are you working out after?"

Bucky turned, pulling his shirt over his head and down his torso "Yeah I think so. We'll be at the VA till three-ish and then probably will go on a run or something." Y/N hummed in response as she shifted flat onto her stomach, wrapping her arms firmly around her pillow. "You still hanging with Nat today?"

"At some point." Bucky sat down on the edge of the bed to put his socks on as she spoke. "She got back late last night so I'm going to enjoy a lazy morning before I go bug her."

"Lucky." Bucky said before getting up to go into the bathroom.

A few moments later Bucky walked out and came up to the side of the bed, leaning over onto his hands, he hovered for a moment above Y/N.

He leaned down giving one last final kiss to her exposed shoulder. "Alright, I gotta go. I'll see you later and we'll figure out something to do."

"Sounds like a plan, have fun." Y/N watched Bucky leave, closing the door behind him. She rolled back over attempting to fall back asleep but only achieving a dreamy lethargic state.

Y/N finally began to wake up a short while later. She curled her arms up and out, her limbs pulling into a deep involuntary stretch. She grabbed her phone and opened her messages.

Y/N: 

N: 

Jk come over whenever

Y/N: Solid. I'm gunna shower first

N: Door will be unlocked 😎

 Y/N pulled herself out of the bed and made her way to the door. With a click behind her she closed Bucky's door and trudged down the hall to her room. She quickly refreshed herself before pulling on comfy clothes. As she walked out the door, she grabbed her phone. 

Y/N opened Nat's door to find her propped up in bed, a controller in hand, her attention on the TV. "Hey, I just started a match." 

"Are you going to wear this or can I take it?" Another voice pulled Y/N's gaze. "Cuz it's really cute and I think I would wear it more." Yalena stood in front of a mirror, holding one of Natasha's shirts up to herself.

"Yalena!" Y/N said in shock.

She turned around, "Here and present."

Y/N all but launched herself at Yalena, wrapping her in a hug. "What are you doing here? How longs your stay!?"

"I had some work in New York, okay, okay, that's enough, you are suffocating me" Her voice strained slightly as she pushed Y/N back playfully, her phone notification rang out, "and only tonight." Yalena said as she pulled her phone out. "So spill, you and Barnes?"

Y/N looked at her with a slight squint to her eyes as she silently questioned Yalena. "It's going really well."

Nat held back a smirk as Yalena turned her full attention fully back to Y/N, deadpan. "Wow. I came all the way here--"

"From New York." Y/N interjected.

Yalena sighed, "Yes, I came all the way from the New York, and that's all I get? come on!"

Y/N fell back on the bed as Yalena sat down next to her sister. "I mean, yeah? What do you want to know?" 

"You've must of gone on dates? Done things together? Have you found out what his favorite movie is? Food? The sex must be fantastic--ouch!" Yalena was interrupted by Natasha's elbow in her side. "What!? He's a super soldier, tell me I'm wrong." Yalena directed her question back at Y/N as her phone went off again.

"Y/N you do not have to answer that and who's that Ms. Popular?" Nat tried to grab for her phone.

"Hey!" Yalena quickly moved it out of reach, "If you must know its Kate Bishop."

"Who's Kate Bishop?" Y/N asked as she sat up.

Yalena quickly stashed her phone away, "Oh no, this is not about me it's about you and Barnes."

"Look all I can tell you is he's amazing." Y/N began, "We just exist on the same frequency, we get each other and can read each other. It's a feeling I've never had with anyone else."

"Oh my god." Yalena smiled. "You guys haven't done it yet!"

"Yalena," Nat exclaimed.

"No, we haven't!" Y/N exclaimed, "Ya happy?"

Both Nat and Yalena stared at you for a second, "Wait, really?" Nat asked as her brows furrowed slightly.

"Yeah? Why?" Y/N replied as her gaze fell.

Yalena's phone dinged again, "You have more patience than me," Yalena spoke as she typed, "There's literally nothing stopping you from just climbing on that man and--ouch--HEY!" Yalena recoiled again as Nat tried to take her phone. "What? I'm giving her girl advice. You told me to make more friends and I did, I have Kate bishop and Y/N Y/L/N." Natasha glared at her, "I am just doing what you said, gosh." 

"What my sister is trying to say," Nat smiled, "Is, you look very happy and we love that for you."

"Give me this. What are you even playing?" Yalena asks as she takes the controller from Nat. "Car soccer?"

"This map, yes." Nat raised an eyebrow slightly as she spoke. 

The day continued on as they lounged around and relaxed. At some point their game was forgotten as they sunk back into the mattress, scrolling on their phones.

"We were talking about going out tonight, you should come with." Yalena said to Y/N.

Y/N thought for a moment, "Like how out?"

"We are going to the Wiggle Room." Nat answered back.

"Yeah, thank you but no.” Y/N laughed slightly, “I did not mentally prepare for that."

Yalena climbed over Y/N as she got out of the bed, “Whatever, you’re lame, moving on, seriously can I wear this shirt?” Y/N and Nat burst out laughing, “What? It's cute, I’m wearing it.”

"Hey," Bucky's voice was soft as he placed a kiss on Y/N's cheek before making his way to his dresser.

Y/N didn't even hear him come in, She smiled back, "Hey."

Bucky was pulling clothes out of his drawer when he stopped what he was doing and turned around. "What's up?"

"Huh," Her smile widened and she let out a shaky laugh as she let her head fall slightly. Of course he could tell. "If I said nothing would you believe me." Bucky grabbed a shirt and paused waiting for her to look back up at him.

She glanced up, "Didn't think so."

"I'm going to clean up, then we can go get some food." He said as he headed towards the bathroom. "Or watch a movie."

Bucky knew by not pushing the subject she would come around quicker and by distracting her, would give her a moment to forget about whatever was swirling in her head. 

Y/N sat at the edge of the bed trying not to let her thoughts overwhelm her. Taking several deep breaths she focused on her breathing, inhaling and exhaling.

She heard the shower turn on before Bucky walked back into the room, throwing a dirty towel into the basket. He could see Y/N drowning. He walked over, letting his hands slide up her arms, pulling her out of her head. "Food or Movie?"

"Food, I think." Y/N responded just as her stomach growled slightly.

Bucky gripped her hands and pulled her up off the bed, "Food it is, why don't you go change and then meet me in the garage."

"Not the kitchen?" Y/N face scrunched in confusion. 

Bucky chuckled as he placed a kiss on her forehead, "I'm taking you out to get food. If that's okay with you?"

A bubbly sensation of excitement grew in Y/N, "Yeah, um, I guess I'm okay with that." A smile grew on her face.

"Then go get changed and meet me in the garage." He guided her towards the door and she let him lead her. He opened the door and stood to the side. 

Just before Y/N made it through the doorway she spun quickly to face him, "Can we take your bike?" He could see the glint of excitement in her eyes. 

Y/N felt his hands come to either side of her face and pull her lips to his. She hung onto his forearms as he slowly pushed her back into the hallway, never breaking the kiss. "Yes, yes we can." 

Y/N smiled before making her way back to her room. Bucky closed the door before rubbing his hands down his face, "She will be the death of me." His lips pulled at the corners as he grabbed a new towel and walked into the bathroom to finally take a shower.

The late afternoon sun was warm and hazy as Bucky navigated his bike down nine west. The road weaved around and through the rural tree filled area. Small pockets of civilization popped up, reminding them they were still very much in New York. 

Y/N loved feeling the wind tug at her strands of hair, the air on her face and the bike rumbling beneath her. As the world zoomed by her hands lazily clung to Bucky's sides. A feeling that would always make his stomach flutter. 

He remembered the first time Y/N had gone for a ride with him. He remembers how flustered she was and how she tried to hide it. Yet by the end of the ride she had relaxed and let her guard down. He had lost count how many times they would just go for a drive. 

Before long the Mid-Hudson bridge came into view. After they crossed the river, Bucky took a few side roads until a small restaurant came into view. The white box-shaped building had blue accents and a sign reading River Station Steak and Seafood, with a swordfish in the center. It sat right on the river and the bridge was in full view from the parking lot.

"You ready for some good food?" He asked after shutting his bike off.

Y/N pulled herself off the bike, "Always!" She leaned over to give him a kiss before he got up as well. 

River Station was a local restaurant that Bucky and Y/N visited quite often. It was about twenty minutes from the compound and allowed them to get away without going all the way into the big city. Bucky opened the door for Y/N and followed her in, his hand naturally finding its way to her lower back as they walked through the restaurant. Past the small groups of families and dates sitting in the dining area inside and the handful of people at the bar watching a game on the large flat screen tv's. 

They continued out onto the outdoor porch seating area. Large bulb string lights swayed across the space. Mesh metal tables accompanied by dual matching chairs scattered across the wood slatted deck. Their usual spot, with the perfect view of the bridge, was open and they sat down. 

"Hey guys," The server came up, "Starting with the usual drinks?"

"Kaitlyn!" Y/N exclaimed, "How's Po doing?" Kaitlyn's shoulders relaxed down as she sighed in relief. "He's doing great! He's back to his normal self."

"Oh good!" Y/N replied. 

Bucky could only watch the interaction completely enamored. He knew that Y/N had been wondering how Po was doing after his surgery. Kaitlyn had found the injured puppy wandering around the restaurant after her shift one day and took the little weenie dog in. What Y/N didn't know was after they had found out Kaitlyn had picked up some extra shifts to pay for the surgery, Bucky found out which vet clinic Po was at and paid for the surgery. 

"I'll be right back with those drinks!" Kaitlyn smiled before walking away. 

Y/N looked back across at Bucky, finding a lazy smile on his lips and soft sparkle on his eyes, "What?"

"Nothing." Bucky picked up his menu, "Can I not appreciate my girlfriend?"

Before long they were a few drinks in and food scattered the table like a feast. Y/N stared out over the river watching the reflection of the bridge and sky dance and travel across the water's surface. Completely entranced, she slowly took a sip of her drink. 

"Penny for your thoughts?" Bucky asked as he popped a piece of calamari in his mouth. 

Y/N eyes slowly came in contact with his, she took a deep breath. "Just Nat and Yelena." 

"Today?" Bucky clarified.

Y/N sat her drink down, "Yeah, I haven't seen Yalena since we started dating so of course she wanted to know everything." Y/N playfully rolled her eyes as she shook her head. "We were just talking, well, she was gently interrogating."

"Unfortunately she knows her own power." Bucky replied.

"Fortunately for me she doesn't work on me." Y/N shook her head slightly as she let out a sigh, "they had a reaction to something I said and I wasn't expecting it."

"About what?" Bucky pressed.

Y/N shrugged slightly, "They found out we haven’t had sex yet."

"Oh," Bucky's response was soft. "And it bothers you?

"Not at all." Y/N was looking at him, "It's just- they seemed shocked we haven't. Like genuinely shocked, I think they got in my head." Y/N shrugged her shoulders defeatedly before taking another sip of her drink.

She looked out over the water and Bucky could see her eyes glassing over. He reached over and took Y/N's hand in his, his thumb slowly ran the ridges of her knuckles. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm just enjoying this." Y/N smiled, "I don't know if where we are at is considered a stage but, --" Y/N tried to find her words.

Bucky's heart felt like it melted in his chest, "You're not done experiencing it." Bucky finished for her. He could feel her body tone shift, her body relax and her shoulders ease down.

Bucky squeezed her hand, "You know I didn't think I would ever get to experience this kind of love." He paused, "With you everything slows down, time doesn't exist. It's almost like I'm getting some of those years back through you."

A bubbly feeling rose through Y/N's chest as a smile grew on her face, "You could have just said you love me." 

"I love you." Without missing a beat he replied. 

Bucky's gaze was unwavering as he held hers. "Ready to head back?" 

"Back where?" A smile grew behind the glass she held in front of her lips. 

"Oh, just the Compound, where we live." Bucky chuckled slightly.

Y/N shook her head, "Never heard of it."

"Alright." God Bucky loved her. " Well, if we have nowhere to go, how do you feel about a sunset drive?" An instant wave of glee spread through Y/N as she shook her head. “Then let's get out of here.”

end

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[lollytea]

No shade to anyone and im all for ppl enjoying their interpretations, but the "willow beating up Hunter and him thanking her stuff" Has always feel off to me? Especially after his life in covens where everyone was so strong and had the super strong magic advantage over Hunter.

Willow wants to use her strenght to protect people she loves and what i see so appealing to Hunter is him realising that he s one of those people for willow.

Moreover he blushed

1) when she told him there is still a place for him in the squad

2) ... Just because she existed (willow s just that awesome)

3) when she protected him/lifted this scrunkly boy in one hand

Althought i do think he deeply admires her powers and strenght

//i hope i wasn t rude here it wasn t my intention

Yeah. This has always been my own feelings on that particular interpretation. I just think that, given Hunter's abusive upbringing, it feels a little off to put so much emphasis on violence in huntlow content. I don't take it too seriously cuz they ARE just jokes but it's not my kind of thing to focus on.

And yeah this idea also kinda mischaracterizes Willow for the sake of jokes. It's kinda a pet peeve of mine when people automatically equate physical strength to brutishness. Willow isn't a violent person. She's tough, she's direct, she can be absolutely terrifying and she won't hesitate to fight for the sake of protecting her friends. She could snap people like a twig if she wanted to. But she doesn't if she can help it. She's not even the kind of girl who gives her friends playful punches or shoves or anything like that. She is very sweet and gentle.

I'm pretty sure the brunt of this interpretation came from that scene in LR where Hunter is like "Have you ever seen her play flyer derby? There's no way she'd be afraid of me." This led to a lot of "The real Willow WOULD KICK MY ASS" jokes. Which was funny. Can't deny it wasn't funny. And there's some truth to it and I see it as an oversimplification of how you can interpret that line.

Abuse from Belos aside, Hunter is perfectly capable of handling himself in a fight. I'd go as far as to say he's probably the most skilled in physical combat in the Emperor's Coven, due to the other scouts leaning more on magic as a crutch. So that, coupled with a staff, makes him a lethal opponent. And like. It's never been shown but I assume, with the kind of person Hunter is, he'd probably have a bit of an ego about that right? He's tough and he knows it. It seems like the kind of thing he'd gloat over.

But in this scene, he admits without hesitation that he considers it illogical that someone like Willow could possibly view him as a threat. He says it with full conviction. He, Hunter, tough as nails ex Golden Guard, believes that Willow is objectively stronger than he is. With this idea in mind that he has a little ego over his owns skills, plus the combat oriented environment he grew up in, I think Hunter would initially view Willow's strength through the lense of "could she take me in a fight?" Not because he fears her, but that was always his automatic thought process when sizing up his peers during Coven Scout training. He's the best scout he knows. Of course he'd consider himself the ideal of what others should strive to be. Cocky bitch.

So given his militant brain and upbringing, he's probably given this a lot of thought. He's critically assessed Willow's strengths and weaknesses and come to the conclusion that yeah she could totally deck him if she wanted to. Taking the former paragraph into consideration, I think this is extremely high praise coming from Hunter.

(It's worth noting that he once acknowledged Amity's strength during their battle in EL. "You're strong and I'm tired. If this continues, you'll probably escape." The key word here is 'probably' implying that while he is impressed with her grit, there's a small part of him that still believes he can win, even though he admits to being at a disadvantage. There is none of this uncertainty when it comes to Willow.)

But like. Is her being strong as hell the reason Hunter has a crush on her? Considering this idea that he's a cocky bitch over his own capabilities, I think her being tougher than him would certainly leave a big impact. Personally I think its like. One of many reasons that are all thrown in together to make crush soup.

(Also it can be left to interpretation if Hunter being into strength is rooted in him valuing it as a soldier or if this is just the wheel of fortune spinning in his hormone addled brain that randomly assigns shit he finds attractive and it landed on "girl with biceps who can pick me THE FUCK UP and HOLD ME!!!!" 🤷‍♀️)

In ASIAS, which has Hunter's first impression of Willow and the groundwork that forms his overall opinion of her, it is worth mentioning that she never intentionally hurts him. She's direct absolutely and she uses physical means to get him where she wants him, but her methods are ultimately pacifist. She immoblizes for convenience sake but there's never any implication that anything she does hurts.

She snatches him out of the air with vines and drags him front and center. But considering Hunter himself had a tendency to toss people around with his former staff, I don't think he can be too personally offended by her method here.

She puts his ass in the ground and spits him back up on the sports field. Pretty much harmless. This one's a little rougher sure but given that Hunter was being unreasonable and frankly rude about Willow's friends, it's warranted. He said something disrespectful that Willow simply wasn't going to allow so she had no other option than to get him from point A to point B and politely prove him wrong.

Willow has a very firm but gentle hand when it comes to dealing with Hunter. He demonstrates that he can be really out of line sometimes and while Willow certainly gets angry, she doesn't get violent or yell or say anything nasty to Hunter in return. All she does is prove him wrong, which is a positive thing in itself because it's teaching him a lesson about believing in himself. The worst Willow made Hunter feel in this episode is a little sheepish for having underestimated the other players. Like she's kind and sweet enough that she doesn't intimidate him or make his self esteem worse but she's direct enough that she makes him listen and check himself when he's acting like a dick.

(I will mention that, though I'm yapping about how Willow doesn't intentionally hurt Hunter in this episode, physically or emotionally, she does get a little too excited while shaking his hand and crushes his fingers. Doesn't count because its unintentional. Sweet girl does not know her own strength. BUT you need to admire that scene for how Hunter stares at his hand afterwards, completely flummoxed that this cute teenage schoolgirl has a fucking grip of iron. He thinks about this often, you can't convince me otherwise.)

Anyway in all of Hunter's experiences with Willow, he has never seen her use her magic or strength for senselessly violent reasons. Its always been for the sake of Flyer Derby or ambition or protecting others. She's dangerous. He knows she's dangerous. But he will never ever see her as someone to be afraid of. Because he knows he's her friend and she will never ever hurt her friends.

Hunter begged Willow to accompany him for his escort mission in COTH, which all but states that as much of a petrified nervous wreck Hunter has been since HM, he feels safe if Willow is with him. He views Willow's presence as a place of safety. (Gus too. He also begged Gus to come along. I should disclaim that Willow and Gus are both Hunter's safe space but I'm trying to stay on topic so I won't derail.)

Anyway, though Hunter probably does see Willow as someone who could kick his ass, it doesn't bother him or make him feel uncomfortable around her nor is this the reason he's attracted to her. It's just an objective fact. It doesn't bother him to think about it either because its so out of the realm of plausibility for him. Her strength, in his eyes, is a wholly positive and gentle thing. He sees Willow as somebody he can stand next to and not fear for his life because he's certain she'll protect him. She's somebody who saved his life by catching him out of the sky and throwing him over her shoulder with her strong arms. She's somebody who shielded him when the Collector was closing in. Somebody sturdily built to support his body when the draining spell was weakening him.

Hunter knows with his entire heart that Willow will never harm a hair on his head.

So honestly I feel like Hunter himself would probably be comfortable saying shit like "Willow could kick my ass."

To which Willow would overhear from across the room, hurry over to Hunter, cup his face, stroke back his hair and very sweetly assure him "That's not gonna happen. I promise 💚"

And Hunter just full face flushes because she really does make him feel like a prince receiving declarations of protection from his knight and honestly he doesn't hate it.

[key-lime-soda]

RE: resippy tiem :)

Okay, so what I said earlier in that one response to that one ask: It was like... almost sorta an overstatement when I said that I had multiple recipes prepared, as 1) I have many more for Maiko (which I will elaborate on tomorrow or something, it's getting kinda late) 2) I don't have like... exact recipes? More like, general ingredients and ideas that'd fit together for Jackson, which I normally forget but I very likely will look through the Jackson Trace Time Tab (doesn't exist, i'll just look back at like. what i've seen of him) and I can gather more ideas coherently then and 3) It often isn't like! A full recipe! Sometimes I just look at some of Jackson's dialogue and go "Hm. Yeah. That's a grilled answer if I've ever seen one." and then go on with my day.

Anyways! Going back to Maiko's Recipes, (not sure if I even brought that up) you once said that she enjoyed making french toast of sorts: I think that she'd like to ham that stuff up with decorations, just because like! I think she's somewhat of an overachiever in an early stage, and also she cares about the appearance of something quite a lot-- that's what being too invested in cooking competitions can do to someone, man. Citing this ask, Maiko enjoys rice pudding and french toast, implying she enjoys sweet foods with a strong savory undertone, and ones that start out simple but can be modified to the chef and eater's likes and dislikes- which I think shows the level of care between father and daughter here, even in a miniscule way.

Before this, from this ask, the wording of how Maiko wants to join a cooking competition somewhat implies that she favors cooking over baking (or at least that's how I interpreted it) which may be in part due to nurture, Jackson favoring savory, more 'fast-acting' foods over sweeter pastries, with some exceptions, the exceptions being that he seems like the type to go to a local bakery for a croissant when he was busy with work. This might also be a hint into Jackson's personal preferences in food- like I might have mentioned offhandedly before, he seems like the dude to like warmer foods, and also more spicy foods. And like. Based in grains and stuff? He also isn't like, super-heavily carnivorous, not eating meat more than??? Once a day?? But that's just straight up headcanon territory. Also-- So many sauces are just... so fitting for Jackson. I had an actual recipe earlier, but I doubt I could find it in my mindscape now.

One of the recipes I had laid out for him was almost a sort of birria taco? But weird, with more vegetables, a greater citrus-y (specifically lime) presence and a thicker broth. Like. A rich, multi-leveled flavor with a solid base sorta dish. I think the meat inside the weird taco (like i MIGHT have said, i can never describe these recipes thinking back on them) was chicken, which doesn't say much other than I like chicken tacos.

ANYWAYS this was a long and rambly ask, really sorry about how incomprehensible this is, i'll probably swoop back in with more recipe stuff tomorrow-ish? Because i am Tired and Not Thinking As Precisely As I Should Be- Goodnight!

(also sorry if I mischaracterized either of the guys mentioned in this-- i tend to get lost in my own headcanons with characters, very sorry if this did happen)

wow ok that's a lot to unpack (I'm smiling like an idiot btw)

your way of interpreting characters is so interesting??? like u think of food components when you hear certain things. I'm gonna study u so much cuz that's really cool. I think I kinda do the same but with colors? I hear noises and think of colors if that makes sense.

also I love ur headcanons. plz never apologize for making them, it makes me so happy. I'd say half of them are right tbh so congrats!!

few response notes! :3

Maiko would definitely go all out and make the fanciest French Toast ever. She wants to make her dad proud, y'know? And as much as he appreciates it, he still inhales the whole thing in like 3 minutes because this man is always late for work.

Rice pudding is like a comfort food for her. Reminds her of Jackson cuz he's the one who always makes it for her. She likes to make French Toast because it's Jackson's favorite breakfast. He probably doesn't like it too sweet though.

She does favor cooking over baking because she hates using an oven. It's so hot inside and has a risk of burning yourself and that scares her. If your properly trained, you can easily avoid burning yourself with a stove (as long as you avoid hot oil too, which isn't her forte either)

Her love of cooking came from watching cooking shows all day when she was really little. Cartoons only play in the mornings back then so she'd watch a Food Network kind of channel in the afternoons. Maiko is autistic, and cooking is her special interest.

Jackson actually does really like meat. Beef is probably his favorite. He doesn't eat it that often because he's not that wealthy and can't afford it (remember: he's a private detective who gets paid the bare minimum, and lives with a college student. they're both broke losers)

He definitely eats a lot of rice. Inherited from his dad, who grew up on a rice farm.

that taco goes hard /pos

this was fun, I'd love to do this again <333

[starxscream]

Rouxls for the character ask! (and Mettaton or/and Noelle too if you want!)

Runs around in circles

I'm. On mobile so I'm sorry for the long post awhoopsie

Rouxls

Sexuality Headcanon:

Gay gay homosexual gay. Ok but fr he radiates a lot of homosexual energy and like- he knows his preference he just SUCKS at recognizing when he likes someone. Probably a little on the aro spectrum in the demi area since I think he prolly has some issues with deep relationships that need to get worked out and while surface level he can feel attraction it's just surface level n goes away when the initial infatuation wears off

Gender Headcanon:

Non-op transmasc enby<3 my man radiates SO MUCH transmasc swag it's unreal

A ship I have with said character:

I'll give you one guess. (I will not write and essay here abt swatchkaard. I will not write an essay here abt swatchkaard. I will n-)

HOWEVER as a special weird one I do like him queerplatonic with KK! Maybe romantic but more so queerplatonic lol I think abt when Rouxls goes to their shop to fix up his machine a lot and KK is just. I like your funny words. I think they're goofy as friends and I rly like two silly buddies bc I imagine KK would just listen to these rambles ("""listen""" he so tuned out 15 minutes ago) and then offer milk or cd bagels like congrats. Or sorry that happened. Just a nice chill vibe to balance out how high strung Rouxls can be!

A BROTP I have with said character:

I know Queen is like, obvious choice here since they co-parent and I do enjoy that BUUUTTT. I also like him being good buds with Seam! Esp after they could reconnect in castle town after the events of chapter 1. I like to think they were all friends (Rouxls, Seam, and Jevil) before what happened with Jevil with Seam being a kind of straight man to both Rouxls and Jevil (who prolly pissed each other off a lot- well Jevil would prolly rile Rouxls up on purpose...lol) so I think Rouxls holds some respect for Seam but then they. Like. Yknow. Disappeared. So I like them rekindling a friendship later on :]

A NOTP I have with said character:

King or Queen romantically lol. The power imbalance there is...rly bad. With how bad Rouxls wants to please and serve them/be a servant to someone of high status, its just inappropriate to have him in a romantic relationship with them bc it can easily be turned into a manipulative toxic pool cuz King/Queen have too much power over Rouxls in the relationship

Also they're both just like. Rly rude n bully him constantly so like eeehhhh sorry I don't like the date ur bully type ships.

A random headcanon:

What hcs do I even have I haven't talked about holy shit lmao

Anyways I think it'd be cool if he had a lisp and part of the reason he has the accent is to hide it cuz he's self conscious (gestures to how his drips keep getting in his mouth I can't imagine that makes it easy to talk either)

General Opinion over said character:

I love this bitch he lives in my rent free (this is a plural joke)

Anyways tho for reals I think he's a lot more interesting than just comedy relief and I hope we get to see more sides of him than just that. Cuz we still have never had a "real" battle with him and I'd love to see what his real strength is. I love him dearly. My silly pathetic meow meow

Mettaton

Sexuality Headcanon:

Also gay I'm sorry but you CANNOT tell me anything about that robot is straight.

Gender Headcanon:

Trans man!! This is just supported by canon lol

A ship I have with said character:

Tbh. I haven't. Played undertale. Still. so I don't have any super strong opinions but I'm just kinda like gestures. I don't rly have one? I'm not a fan of a lot of ships with Mettaton with undertale characters.

I do think him in Rouxls is funny in a non-canon crackship kinda way lol transmascs stay winning

A BROTP I have with said character:

Ik Alphys is again. The obvious choice but I think he'd be cool friends with Sans ngl. I rly like the idea of them being pals bc Sans is chill and Mettaton is...not lol and it's a fun mixture bc they're BOTH very silly and I think they'd talk for ages- or well Mettaton would and Sans would make a quip every now and then that would crack Mettaton up

A NOTP I have with said character:

Uuhhh idk I rlyyyy don't like him shipped with any female characters bc he's rly blatantly queer-coded imo. It makes me uncomfortable personally.

I rly need to play undertale God bless its been sitting on my switch for who knows how long

A random headcanon:

His robotic pink chest part is curved/juts out in way to make it seem he's a non-op transmasc bc I think that's cool. Thank you

Also I like the idea when he gets upset or overwhelmed his arms just stretch and drop all over the floor like limp noodles

General Opinion over said character:

Holds him in my hand. U are the reason I'd play undertale if it wasn't for the fact you're so far into the game. I love u sir I love ur gender I want To Be You.

Also currently living in my head rent free (plural joke)

Noelle

Sexuality Headcanon:

Ace Lesbian bc I love making characters on the aroace spectrum thank u

Gender Headcanon:

Beelze Rly got me hooked on transmasc egg Noelle. She doesn't rly know it but she's got the vibes and I see her, now that she's reconnecting with Kris, to expirament with gender more and figure it out

A ship I have with said character:

Susie duh lol I don't have much to add besides congrats lesbians on the win

A BROTP I have with said character:

While there are issues that def need to get worked out I rly do love her friendship with Berdly bc they are actually rly good friends even if Berdly tests her patience a lot. I hope to see them both grow and have a stronger friendship after chapter two (well. On the non-snowgrave route.)

Also KK they're besties :)

A NOTP I have with said character:

Any boy character lol let us have the lesbian we deserve. Also not a big fan of her n Kris bc I like them better as good friends

A random headcanon:

Weeeelllllll I like to think that in addition to holiday music she REALLY loves stuff like rock or heavy metal and just hecking jams to it- whenever someone finds this out it always surprises them lol

General Opinion over said character:

I think she's neat :) and I'm glad she's not the stereotypical sweet girl next door like we originally saw lol she's a WEIRD KID and i LOVE that about her. Honestly the more I learn abt her the more I love her

[diamondwind99]

Seen some "Sanders Sides as Six the musical queens" posts floating around lately, so I thought I'd just put in my take :)

Logan/Aragon: This was actually the first association I thought of. Logan has always been standing by Thomas from the beginning, always been ready and willing to help however he can, bringing all of those scientific sources and other points of view, always trying to help Thomas logically solve his problem. And when he did, it was a fleeting moment of recognition before it was basically forgotten. And he did so no matter how many times Thomas and the other sides brushed him off, hit the skip button, yanked him offscreen with a cane… put up with all of their sh*t for years while Thomas was going around in circles with the other sides, until he eventually finally lost it. That's when he's adamant that he will not be replaced, he's one of the original sides, even if Thomas doesn't want him there, there is no getting rid of Logic.

I also wanna see him rap that one part of No Way.

Remus/Boleyn: Because obviously. Sorry not sorry about what he said, he's just trying to have some fun! He's here to cause chaos and loving every minute. Don't Lose Ur Head, it's just Remus doing his thing. They're even the same COLOR-

Patton/Seymour: I see this as Patton struggling with Janus's appearance meaning morality is a bit more complicated now that Thomas has grown. The "son" in the song could refer to Patton's feelings about the pressure of needing to be the final word on morality for Thomas, and needing to make the right decisions always. But despite the chaos that Janus's appearance and CLBG, SVS, and POF brought, Patton will always remain by Thomas's side through it. He'll struggle, bend, but never break. Also, the soft but strong aesthetic for Patton.

Janus/Cleves: Alright, this one was totally self-indulgent. The lyrics "you said that I tricked ya… cuz I didn't look like my profile picture" just seemed to fit right in with Janus impersonating Patton and Logan. I also felt like "I'm the Queen of the castle" is the kind of thing that might antagonize Roman, which could be funny. All of the sass in that song is just something I see Janus enjoying.

Roman/Howard: Roman is trying so hard to please everyone, the other sides, Thomas. He wants nothing more than to be the hero, to be needed, wanted, loved. And no matter how hard he tries, always changing course, trying to please Thomas, Patton, and Janus… he keeps getting slapped in the face. He keeps failing. And it's taking a toll on him. And now the rug has finally been fully pulled out from under him after POF, he has no idea what's going on, no one to turn to. His last hope is the relationship with Nico, but let's be real that's probably going to fail (because plot). And that's going to break Roman. But despite that he keeps trying, keeps giving ideas, keeps trying to impress Thomas and the other sides, trying to be a hero again. It's just that… he thought this time was different. And oh, how wrong he was.

Also, I like that both of the twins are "beheaded". If you've seen the musical and how Boleyn and Howard act together (especially Pauly and Macasaet), you'll get it lol.

Virgil/Parr: At first this just seemed like this was "well this i the only one left", but I think it fits. It sounds a lot like Virgil's complicated relationship with the "dark sides" and how he came to join the "light sides" and meet Thomas, and become a part of them. Virgil's trying to define himself as who he is, not just as a part of the light sides or dark sides. Just himself, not "one of six". Also… one of the only sides to have not as much drama around him. Gold star for Cathy Parr.

And what if Orange was the band :)

Anyway that's all thanks byeeee

[koulakoukoula2003]

The Queen of Thugs (Levi X OC)

Pairing: Levi x OC

Genre: Plot, Action

Trigger Warnings: Strong-Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Mention of Prostitution, alcohol and drug abuse, and human trafficking — yes, it takes place pre-No Regrets, in the Underground

Summary: Levi was known with many titles in underworld of the Underground. "King of Thugs" being the most popular.

Little does he know that there's also a Queen.

Word Count: 2,084

A/N: Yes, I saw "King of Thugs" being referred to Levi from EvilQueen1997's To Tame an Ackerman on ao3. I should've probably come up with another title, but my ass is feeling lazy. This will probably get a part 2, but I don't think I'll ever write it, cuz as I said, I'm lazy. But if lots of ppl ask for it, I'mma write it.

Enjoy!

He had gotten used to being glared at. There was nothing but cold looks, and threatening stares, and death in the Underground. This place that he hated and couldn't escape from. He had lost count of the people he had murdered. The buildings he had burned to ash for the sake of a job for the repulsive bosses that he worked for. But he didn't care one bit. That was his life. He was a thug of the Underground. The King of Thugs, they called him, and he had lived up to the title. If one didn't have a gang down here, he was done for. And he happened to have his own gang of people that he worked with and ordered around. Walking down another empty little dirty street, he made sure people could see he had three daggers on his belt. He could slaughter them all if he wanted. He made sure they could see.

With no further trouble, he spotted the familiar building that he so despised. He walked in and found the man he was working for, a fat, dirty, repulsive middle-aged bastard named Bernhardt. Levi's face, stoic as always, no matter how much he wanted to gag at the disgusting smell in the building. A few torches in the walls brought enough light. Bernhardt was sitting on his desk. A ridiculously old and fat book laid in front of him as he scribbled down. He was surrounded by his bodyguard. A bunch of untalented idiots. There were a bunch of people there. All chained to each other, beaten and dressed in rags.

Human trafficking. Those people were there for the customers to see and buy. Levi examined his surroundings and he spotted a woman being dragged into a cell. For a woman to be dragged in a separate cell from all the other people to be trafficked, it meant that there was something special about her.

"Levi! Long time no see, pal,"

The old man finally pulled his attention off the book and he turned and looked at Levi as he approached. Levi averted his attention from the woman and his hand reached for a pocket of his pants. He pulled out a small leather bag. He tossed it in front of the man, and the golden coins came rolling on his desk. Gold. It caught everybody's attention really, and Bernhardt laughed in amusement as everybody stared at the golden coins that he gathered back in the dark brown leather bag. Levi had killed more than a few people to steal that.

"Good job, son! You never fail, do you?" Bernhardt chuckled.

"Oi," Levi drew his attention when he watched the old man setting off to pull the bag away. "You said twenty percent," Levi's hand reached for the stem of one of his knives. Bernhardt's bodyguards tensed up, ready to attack Levi, but he could take them. There were only five of them after all.

The old man snickered. "C'mon, Levi. I know you need more men," Bernhardt stood up and approached Levi, passing an arm around his shoulders, taking him towards the people who were to be trafficked. "Take your pick, son,"

Levi frowned. The last thing he wanted was more mouths to feed. He should have known this bastard was going to fuck him up this time. He always did when it came to gold. He didn't really have a choice. Levi sighed as he looked around at the people. There was something oddly wrong about them. Something wasn't right here. And then he turned and looked at the woman who was trapped in a separate cell. He pointed at her.

"I'll take her,"

Bernhardt laughed. "I'm sorry, son, but that's a virgin. She'll be getting me a good amount of money when I cell her to the local brothel,"

In a blink of an eye Levi sliced his finger off. Bernhardt cried out in pain as he drew his hand from around his shoulders and he looked down at his bleeding finger.

"Don't touch me with your filthy hands," Levi growled as he kneed the man hard on the belly and Bernhardt coughed and folded himself. His five bodyguards attacked.

Levi took a step back, avoiding a punch and a kick that came for him. He threw his dagger towards the neck of a man, stabbing right into the throat and killing him instantly. He punched another man hard in his gut and he let out a grunt. Levi bowed at the neck punch that came from him. A much larger man grabbed him and tossed him towards the wall. Levi's back crashed against the rough white cement, but he fell out of the way when a dagger came flying at him. He grabbed that dagger and stabbed it in the eyes of another man.

Levi set off to hit the other three that came to him, but the people who were supposed to be trafficked, were suddenly unchained and fighting with skill. They brought the three down with just a few moves with their daggers. They were armed too? Levi's feeling was right. They weren't there to be trafficked, they were there to kill this man.

"Halt!" A growl came from behind and one of her men stopped from slicing Bernhardt's throat. He walked out of the way, revealing the woman who had very easily escaped her cell. She grabbed the dagger that one of her men handed her and she smirked pointing the dagger at the old man. "This one's mine,"

Levi arched an eyebrow as he watched her enjoying slicing the old Bernhardt's throat. Levi didn't stand there to watch. He set off to grab that bag of golden coins right away, tucking them in his pocket. He didn't linger around to see who that woman was. She was probably the leader of that gang. They had been undercover, seeking to take out this man who had been a massive pain in the ass when it came to her missions.

"You think we'd let you get that gold and leave just like that?" The woman called out as she and the rest of her gang turned and looked at Levi whilst he walked out of the building.

"Tsk, I'll consider it a thank you," Levi smirked.

"I had this perfectly under control," She frowned and she approached him. Her hair was a dirty-blonde dishevelled mess. Some of them fell on her forehead. Purple, unnatural eyes met his own. She chuckled. "Levi, the King of Thugs. Congrats. You just met the Queen," She smirked cockily and he felt like smacking that smirk off her face.

"Tsk, Eleanor Cohen," He stated. It was a name that he had heard too many times in the Underground. Those people behind her weren't even half of her gang.

"That's right, darling," Eleanor brushed her dirty-blonde, wavy hair back. "What would you do with me if you bought me?"

Levi frowned as he turned around and began walking away. "You don't wanna know,"

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"How are the Darrens? Did they finish the job and delivered the products to the buyer?"

She could tell the man was shaking and a cold drop of swear slipped down his temple as he hesitated to answer her question. She frowned. She hoped she wouldn't have to kill somebody today.

"Y- You see, ma'am, t- they were attacked during their transport-"

A dagger came flying for the man that stood beside him. It stabbed right into his throat. The man fell down. An instant death. He drowned in his blood that seeped on her floor. The other man trembled even more now.

"Collect your words carefully, Jacob. You wouldn't want the same thing happening to you, would you?" Eleanor threw her head back and laughed. Another dagger rolled between fingers skilfully. She had spent too much time sharpening them. They were her favourite blades.

"W- We lost the products… t- the Darrens were killed in the process,"

"By whom?! Who the fuck attacked my mercenaries?!" Eleanor growled and jumped off her seat. She stabbed her dagger on the wooden surface. Danger flashed within her eyes. Rage boiled within her.

"I- It was ...only three people… m- ma'am… one of them recognised as ...Levi. The King of Thugs,"

Another dagger came flying right into his heart. She smirked and mentaly praised herself for her impeccable target. But there was no time for that.

"Victoria, Eliza, Chrysanthe," Eleanor turned and looked at the three women who stood around her. She had trained them herself.

She didn't have a guard of men in the headquarters of her business. She had women. Men took care of cooking and cleaning. But that only happened in her business. It didn't happen anywhere else, and it was disgusting. Eleanor of all people knew what kind of disgusting pigs men could be. She knew it first hand. She didn't trust them with something important as her guard.

"I need his head on my wall," Bright purple eyes burned with hate and rage. She was furious. Everybody could tell.

But she had a business to run. She owned brothels and bars and taverns and rented buildings. The entire Western side of the Underground was managed by herself. She was supposed to deliver human slaves to an old friend of hers in exchange for gold. But that smug little asshole that called himself the King of Thugs had been a noisy brat, messing with her business ever since that day that she first saw him. Greedy bastard thought he could buy her. She should have sliced his pretty head off his shoulders the moment she saw him.

"There can't be both a Queen and a King. A throne fits only one and that's going to be me,"

"Ma'am!" The three women saluted her, bending their heads forward in perfect sync, before they set off to do exactly as their boss had commanded.

"Ma'am! Mr. Lovof is here to see you himself," A man barged in. Her assistant.

She smirked. "Good," She headed for the exit and she eyed the dead, bleeding bodies. "Clean up this mess,"

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He had a job for her. A ridiculous one.

"...I can offer you a citizenship above-"

"I'm going to stop you right there," Eleanor frowned deeply and raised her hand to stop the old, fat man whose mere presence disgusted her to the core. "What makes you think I want to leave this place? I have a business here. One I sold body and soul for. I'm a Queen down here. What do you think I'm gonna be when I go up there?"

"I could make sure you have a high-ranked position wherever you want. I have connections everywhere-"

"Listen to me, Mr. Lovof. There are two types of people. The ones who follow orders, and the ones who give them," She leaned close to the old man and ran her fingers across his chest. A seductive look on her face. The man gulped uncomfortably. "I was born to be the latter. I don't follow anybody's orders. Everybody follows mine. And you're about to be a good boy and leave my damn building and never step foot in the part of the town that I own, before I slice that fat disgusting larynx of yours in half,"

Before he knew it, a cold, sharp, silver blade pressed against his throat and made it slightly bleed, slicing the skin beneath the blade. His eyes widened. His heartbeat quickened. She loved when her victims panicked.

She laughed amusingly as she leaned close. Her lips found his ear. Her breath brushed warm against his earlobe. "Run, pet,"

She let go of him and tossed him off his chair, crushing down on the floor on his ass. A gasp escaped his lips. He was trembling in terror, but how dare this wretched woman treat a noble like him right that.

"You… you're going to pay for this," He barely managed to get his fat ass off the floor as he cowered away from her unnatural, wicked eyes.

"No, I won't. You see, that's what I love about the Underground. The murderers thrive down here, and I happen to be the worst one down here,"

"I- I'll send the MPs after you… I swear!"

"Aw darling, the MPs don't dare approach this side of the Underground," She had made sure of that. She turned at the two women who were guarding the door. "Take this repulsive fat bastard out of my sight,"

A/N: Lemme know if you liked it! Pls comment below if you want part 2!! Thanks for reading 🥰🥰🥰

[renaxwrites]

Hello! I'm anon, who always ask you about Nekoma manager! I have birthday on 20th of July. So can I ask you for scenario about Nekoma manager birthday? Something like: Nekoma team make surprise birthday party? And Miya, Oikawa, Kageyama and others manager fans and friends congratulate her? And if it's possible, can you send it 20th of July?

Manager’s Birthday

(Nekoma’s Manager Pt. 4)

a/n: omg happy birthday!! I don’t know who you are but ily and I hope you have a very great day this year!! Imagine sharing a birthday w Oikawa 👀 the power 😩 hope you enjoy lovebug <3 pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 5

“Rrrr, it’s not that freaking HARD!! Just swing, snap, GROCK!!” Yaku was on his last nerve as he tried to, once again, have Lev and Yamamoto through their mini tiktok choreo they planned for you.

Your birthday was coming up, and the team wanted to throw you a surprise party! They began planning after making sure you were gone from the gym. The problem was, your special day was already next week, and the stress of party planning was starting to show.

So a plan was set up. Operation: “get-as-much-info-from-y/n-as-possible-to-plan-the-party” was in commence.

You had had a girls’ night with some of the managers from another schools, and it was made their secret mission to extract as much info out of you for this party. But all they got was:

A humble, “Honestly, I would just want to hang out with my friends. It doesn’t even matter where. What matters to me most is my team, you girls, and those who helped me get to this point. I probably wouldn’t even be sitting here if it wasn’t for all these people...”

But after much pleading from the others, you also express “I do miss some that I haven’t seen in a while, though. Like the guys from the training camp! It’d be nice to see them again if I could.”

While you were busy being lost in thought, the girls around the table began relaying your wishes to their respected team. The surprise party was then set in motion.

The night before your birthday, they had practice, but “convinced” you to come the next day:

You: Practice in the afternoon? Why not in the morning? And...why do you want me to wear something “extra pretty?”

Kuroo: So we can greet our manager goddess when the sun is high, and kiss the ground you walk on in appreciation of you being alive another year. Why else?

You: Kuroo, you could have you simply said “just cuz”. Bye.

Once it was confirmed that you left campus, the team began a rundown of the preparations for your party.

“Alright, are all the guests confirmed for tomorrow?” Kuroo pulls out a list, ready to check off tasks.

“Yup! I wrote down the names so we know how many things we need based off of that,” Kai relays.

“Perfect. Yamamoto, how’s the catering?”

“All ready to go, captain,” Yamamoto reports.

“Alright, so Shibayama and Fukunaga, you two can help him with that. That just leaves the music and decor. Yaku and Lev, you two can go with Coach to go pick them up and hang them tomorrow in the morning. Got it?”

“Got it,” Yaku said as he hovered over Lev, who had just been kicked in the rear for almost spoiling the surprise to you.

“Kenma, how’s that playlist coming?”

“It’s done already.”

Kuroo puts the list down in disbelief. “How’d you get her music taste that fast? It takes me weeks just to make a playlist for myself.”

“You’d be amazed as to how many hours of music she sent me after I sent ONE text of ‘can you send some music recommendations?’” Kenma simply states.

“Sounds fair. Alrighty boys, rest up! We have a precious manager to surprise and pamper tomorrow!”

“So you mean to tell me...these boys really went the extra mile to trick me today?! There’s no one here!” you cry out as you walk into the dark and empty gym. “Might as well just turn the lights on...”

You saunter over to the light switch and flick the power on. You almost pass out at the ginormous volume of the “SURPRISE!” that came right after.

“What the heck? You guysssss” you’re on the verge of tears as you take in the image before you. Everyone was here: your team, your friends, the players from the training camp...practically everyone you’ve ever had a conversation with.

Their were endless amounts of “happy birthdays” wished to you. A while later, the festivities were in full swing. Everyone began to mingle, giving you time to converse with everyone there.

“Hoshiumi! Sakusa!” You run up to the players who once stood up for you. “I haven’t seen you in so long! I missed y’all.” You give Hoshiumi a big hug. And knowing Sakusa’s boundaries, he gives you a light pat on the head, which you’ve grown to recognize as his way of a loving gesture.

“Nice to see you too. By the way, go collect your mans, looks like he’s already starting beef with the other setters,” Hoshiumi pointed out.

“‘My mans’? Starting beef? Who the heck-”

You turn to see three pretty setters being separated by Kuroo and Yaku. Way to start it off.

“By the rate you guys are going, I’m baffled you haven’t killed each other yet,” you laugh. Atsumu, Kageyama, and Oikawa all jump a bit in surprise.

One second of silence passes.

Immediately after, the three of them begin talking over each other, trying to get a word in on what their side of the story was.

You hold up a hand.

“I know it’s been a few months, but obviously this issue of ‘wanting to take me on a date’ isn’t going to be solved between you three, is it?”

They stared back at you. So was everyone else.

“Why don’t we take this to the court? What do you think, y/n?” You give Kuroo a look, and you instantly know what he’s brewing.

“I would be surprised if there wasn’t some type of match happening today. Everyone to the sidelines!”

“Alright, so it’s a mini tourney between the setters! The rules are simple. Teams of three, one setter each team. To make it even, Kenma will have his own team too.”

“Why?”

“Shush, Kenma, we’re making it even. It’s going to be a basic bracket. One set. Two teams play, then the other two. The winners play each other, leaving one team standing. Prize? A date with y/n!”

“You’re really selling me off, aren’t you Kuroo?” you point out.

“Not if Kenna’s team wins, kitten. Yaku and I will be on his team, so don’t worry your pretty little head.”

A coin was flipped, deciding that the would face off first. Oikawa with Iwa and Matsukawa on one side. Kenma, Kuroo, and Yaku on the other.

Ultimately, the Nekoma side gave their all, and so did the Seijoh side. However, Nekoma has pulled the win. Oikawa sink to his knees in loss, while Iwaizumi apologized to you profusely for “that embarrassing piece of trash”.

The same situation happened with Karasuno and Atsumu. Kageyama chose Hinata and Tanaka to fight with him. Atsumu had brought his brother along, but also borrowed Sakusa for a third member. (“Atsumu you owe me a month’s worth of hand sanitizer.”)

The tension between the two setters was strong. But having more experience in tournaments allowed Atsumu to pull the win.

As Kageyama walked off the court, you decided to shoot him a text from the other side. He looks down at his phone, then at you, quickly replying.

You did great, Tobio-kun!

Thanks y/n. I’d still like to spend time with you, even if it’s not a date.

Of course! This match didn’t change anything :)

As Kenma and Atsumu’s team were getting ready to face off, a certain owl-head brought you a snack. “They had some popcorn over there, figured it was perfect for this show. Hey AKAASHI! Come over, Y/N and I have front row!!”

“Thanks Bokuto,” you munch on the treat nervously. You’d be lying if you were curious to see how this would turn out.

The match was long. No one minded, as everyone was invested in the ups and downs of each team. But in a shocking play, Atsumu was too quick for Kenma’s calculations. That point lead to their victory.

“Guess you’re on your own, y/n. I’d protect you further but my hunger overrules,” Kuroo shrugs and walks off to get one food.

“So, how’d I look?” Atsumu came over to you, smirking.

“Well, you beat Nekoma. I like to keep my promises, so plan us a date and I’ll go with you.”

“Sure thing, babes.”

“Isn’t it a bit early for nicknames?” you banter with the blonde twin.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it by the end of today. Happy birthday, angelface.”

[nagichi-boop]

No. Fixating on fictional characters and making a lot of posts and art and headcanons about them is the farthest thing from creepy.

But if I am allowed to be frank the fact that you are scared of the mere appearance of shipping two characters is probably the bigger thing to be worried about here. That's... Not a healthy way to approach this kind of thing generally. I don't know you so I really can't judge much outside of your post, but if it was just a matter of you finding the ship icky (as many do) you'd have no reason to think anything about yourself was icky cause your not.

I'll be blunt and say that I'm afraid this whole pro/anti shipper fandom mindset that's emerged in recent years is likely the cause behind why you might feel that way. I'm not saying it IS but I've met more than a few people in fandom who used to be either hardlined anti-ship or anti-anti and all of them agree the whole thing was mentally and emotionally exhausting and turned things they were supposed to enjoy miserable. Running their blogs was suddenly less a hobby and more a constant chore to assure strangers they were the "right" kind of fan. They only liked "good" and "correct" things to a pre-approved degree out of fear of appearing like an anti or a pro shipper or whatever. All this to say that if you like/enjoy the submas twins, to any degree, it's the right amount for yourself.

This is your private blog. You shouldn't have to worry about what others perceive you as since you know what's true. You get to like, reblog, and create any content you please to criteria you set for yourself.

Follow people who won't judge you or whose content you enjoy. Block people or tags based on the content you do and don't want to see or based on how they treat others.

Sorry if any of this was unwelcome or invasive. Feel free to delete if you disagree or are made uncomfortable. I just wanted to ensure you knew nothing about your enjoyment was wrong.

Gonna add a read more cuz this is long. :P

No no, I totally get what you mean. I sorta touched on this in the previous ask, but I suspect I maybe have ocd, so I overthink a lot of things. If there’s even a slight indication that I’m doing something weird, my brain will try and convince me it is. Like even sending a smiling emoji to someone I know to be 17, my brain will be like “ugh disgusting, you’re gr**ming them” when I’m actually I’m literally just mirroring the emojis they send to me.

There’s a thing called POCD which I’m pretty sure I have, but I don’t rly say that much on my account cuz I know a lot of people blur the line between “I have intrusive thoughts about X” and “I enjoy thoughts about X”. I don’t enjoy my thoughts at all and they put a huge damper on my relationships. When the thoughts are bad, I will avoiding talking to younger people at any cost. If they text me, I spend ages trying to word my message in a way that doesn’t seem suspicious. People who I’d otherwise be friendly with (eg my brother) I will just be very bland with, like I’ll talk to them like I’m not close to them because I don’t want to be perceived as a creep when I’m not.

Obviously I’m not self dxing here but I definitely have a lot of rather strong ocd traits, as well as neurodivergent traits (hence the whole hyperfixation thing…if I’m allowed to say that without beint dxed?).

Uhhhhh I rambled but anyways, thank you for your concern. I will be okay and I’ll do stuff like blocking and such if people try and get in my way. As you said, this is my blog and it’s pretty much just for me to talk about and share things that I don’t rly get to irl (like how I don’t say anything about submas cuz I don’t want people to be like “here she goes again” or say smth to ruin them for me).

[futurewriter2000]

What I like about the signs

Aries: They are a fun. I don't know how else to describe it but they have this thing where they joke around and speak in this humorous manner that's really attractive. When they look at you it's like they soothe you with their eyes. It's kind and gentle that just speaks "Relax. You're safe." They are quite easy to talk to, always keen on getting to know new people and new things. They are so adrorable.

Taurus: They are one of the most stubborn people I have ever met but it's funny when you tell them something they just stare at you a while with those confused eyes and keep denying it, even though they know they are in the wrong. It's a bit frustrating but it's fun. They also have this warm energy around you that if I was with a Taurus, I could just lean on them and take a nap. They are like this warm, cosy, safe, comfortable pillow that you just can't wait to hold or hug. Very huggable indeed.

Gemini: I know Geminis hear this a lot but they are the funniest people to talk to. They have this youthful energy that lights up the room and such a natural ability to make you laugh. Sometimes they just do these funny faces when you're angry at them and it doesn't take you long to start laughing. And if you really know a Gemini, you'd know that they are very emotionally strong. They hold so much inside but it doesn't even show. People say Geminis havetwo faces but in reality, it's like they are fighting with good an bad inside. Geminis go through a lot of shit but they still stand tall. I respect them.

Cancer: I love cancers. They are literal teddy bears when it comes to this signs. They have the most adorable cheeks and such a lovely smile. When I see a cancer, I just want to hug them because they look so innocent and conflicted. They have such a sensitive side and they are not afraid to show it. They will express their emotions through things they love and when they do their face just lights up. The corners of their lips rise up and their cheeks reach their eyes and just the laughter- oh the lovable laughter of the cancer is just contagious.

Leo: The things I love about leos so much is that they will always go for the things they want. They don't take, they grab it. There are leos that are passionate and fiery and then you have the soft, genlte leos that just do their thing without anybody getting in their way. What I noticed with leos is that they become extremely soft and baby-like when they are being loved by their person or family. It's like they keep putting up a show but when they come home, to their safe place, surrounded by the people who love them and who they love, it's like they turn into such a calm, resting and lazy cub. Also let's be hinest. Leo insults are funny af. They are rude but it's funny.

Virgo: You the best Virgo. You just the best. What I love about you is how you can mind challange me. Like you I'm trying to tease you but I end up the one flustered and embarassed because you just know so much. And you're so funny when a person gets to know you. You're so much more than the stereotypical "boring neat freak" because you can be so messy and so confused that it's just so cute. And your eyes are so special. They hold such a spark that makes a person just go "wow". Or more like "wOw"... If you know what I mean ;)

Libra: Oh libras you little flirts. You just get everything with your irresistable charm. You don't even try but you charm it without even knowing. I don't know many libras but every libra I met has always got that charm and OMG YOUR LAUGH! It's so contagious. You know how to make a person laugh and charmed and just MWA MI LIBRAS.

Scorpio: Oh, Scorpio, Scorpio. I know what a lot of people say about you but don't listen to them. You are an intense emotional warm-hearted person. I don't know how to say this because I don't know many Scorpios in my life but I enjoy your company. You always want to be this mysterious person and I really like that about Scorpios. Being a mystery is something so beautiful. Just because some people cannot get that some shit are private, doesn't give them the right to call you an asshole. You're just an intense feeler. It's something you should be proud of. Also the eyes man 👌 mwa.

Sagittarius: Sagis... So a lot of people always say how adventorous, high-class and open you are. Well, they forget that Sagis are actually babies that need to be pampered a lot. Not by other people but by themselves. You are independant and you will stay that way. Yes it's so good being spoiled by someone else but you prefer being spoiled by yourself and you love spoiling other people. In the end all that high-class, "too cocky" attitude is just a mask for the cute, caring baby you are. I don't know a lot of you but I know a few and I know that you guys arw not all bad. You're not all self-centered, spoiled, brats. Ypu're more than that, so much more and more amazing and only those closest to you get to see that.

Capricorn: Sometimes I wonder where yall go bc yall rare as a unicorn, which says a lot. A lot of people say you are too stern, too serious, too private but I say you value yourself and ypur future more than what other people think of you. So what if you dom't live up to other peoples expectation. To me, you guys rock. Why? Well because one: you are smart as hell, two: you can be sarcastic if you want to and its usually next level of sarcasm, three: yall are actions and not just words and that is a major good character development. Yes you can be a procrastinator that overworries a lot but you get shit done. I want to marry a capricorn tbh.

Aquarius: Lately... I've not been feeling aquas but imma try my best here. Yall are some shapeshifters, Imma tell ypu that. You weird but good kind of weird- UNIQUE! That's the word. You have this thing that makes you stand out and people love you for it. You might overthink things but man people love you. Why? Because you have something on you that shines out like a dimaond. And yall can be looking homeless one second but next you be slaying the red carpet. Also you would do anything for the person you love. Anything. Literally kill people for them anything. Joker and Harley Quinn kind of love.

Pisces: Oh yall males and females be like two poles of the earth but alright. Yall eyes... Yall goddman eyes are like puss in boots with sand in his eyes scene. Do you know how hard it is to stay mad at you? Cuz you just look at me and I'm like "I wiull never evah hurt you, uwuwu" cooing to yall and making me soft. It's good tho because yall can be so broad-minded. Like you look like you're not in the conversation but you hear me, the table next and God up there, and Satan probably because you guys arent as innocent as you appear to be. People underrate you. You are one of the most intelligent peole to know and also naturally awkward, which is extremely cute. And also naturally attractive which I also do not get.

[neoarchipelago]

Lisbon Lights (part 5) (John Wick x Assassin!reader)

AN: so there will be another chapter after this cuz... It was too long. Thats why. And then Lisbon lights will be over and I'll go on writing about my other fics. Who need to also be finished. I hope I didn't forget to tag anyone, the last chapter will contain some smuttttt so yeah.

Word count: 2651

Warnings: blood violence swearing

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The look of shock on Luana's face was priceless. She looked utterly panicked. You would have have enjoyed this moment if it wasn't for your own heart beating loudly in your chest. He had come. Why? He hated you. He was here. Making his way up to you. And you were currently useless, tied up and unable to move, a bit of blood dripping from your collarbone. You were desperate to do something, help him, but the tugging on your ropes were only causing you to bruise yourself. 

When Luana finally reacted, screaming at her men to get prepared, you smirked. Prepared for what? Death? John wasn't going to be beaten up by some low level handman. The gunshots were incredibly loud to you. You were after all, a 'knife' person more than anything, but right now, those gunshots were deafening. Clearly it wasn't because of the overwhelming anxiousness and fear for John's safety. No. You were pushing that aside. You watched as three man ran to the door, walking out and slamming it behind. 

There you were. Locked up with your worst enemy. And one of you was obviously going to die. You both looked at each other as the silence between you two settled in like a heavy smoke. You watched, your breath catching in your throat as she reached for, once again, something you had not noticed before. The shiny silver of the gun reflected with the setting sun. Yes. One of you was going to die. And right now, it was unsure of who. 

You frowned. Taking a deep breath. You surely weren't going to show weakness now. This wasn't you. If you were to die before John arrived you wanted to die like you lived, with pride. Behind the mask of this tremendous lie you told yourself however, you were begging for John to run in. To hurry. And shoot her before she could shoot you. 

What happened after was still a blur. Your mind still trying to grasp what truly happened in the second after. The loud noise, the body, the blood. Where did he even come from? How did he manage to shoot her without a second thought. You remember gasping, and your eyes filling with tears for a second as you stared at the now dead body of your enemy. You remember the feeling heavy feeling of relief as you closed your eyes for a second. And silence settling in again. 

When you opened your eyes to look at John, he looked like shit. His bloody shirt and messed up hair. The furious look on his face. For once in your life, as he walked up to you, you showed no pride nor hid your true feelings. You were worried. 

"John…" you whispered, surprised by the way your voice slightly cracked. 

As he sat on the same red velvet couch Luana sat in front of you with a sigh you simply gazed at him. 

"You are infuriating. Do you know that?" He simply let out. 

In any other situation, your silver tongue would have returned the attack but you simply nodded. John frowned.

"Do you always behave so recklessly?" He asked again. 

You took a second to take in the question. Was there even a good answer to this? 

"Sometimes…" you answered, the ghost of a smirk on your lips. 

He chuckled. And you felt light again. He leant forward and looked at you. He seemed to think for a second. 

"I… I'm sorry for the hurtful things I've said." 

You blinked. What? He was apologizing? You literally had put this man through hell, you made him, single-handedly destroy an empire to come and save you, and he was worried about the mean thing he had said? 

"What..?" You blurred out.

He looked fidgety for a second, probably wondering how was he going to apologise more profusely. This man was unbelievable.

"John! Stop being and idiot! You just saved my life!" You let out.

"It doesn't really justify-..." He started.

"It doesn't. But you're completely forgiven…" you interrupted. "And…" your voice broke again. 

John seemed to notice and a worried expression settled on his handsome features, especially as his eyes scanned the small cut on your collarbone. 

"And… I'm sorry I was so reckless… I'm sorry I didn't follow the plan…" you were trying your best to hold in the tears now. 

You had to admit, your pride was currently being murdered in cold blood but, you didn't remember anyone risking their life to save yours. Or even apologizing for calling you a bitch. John suddenly looked almost panicked. The situation was unreal. You were crying, stammering some pitiful apology, tied up to a chair in a hotel full of dead bodies as John looked truly panicked because the brat looked like a pained child.

"And I.. I put you in danger and I'm sorry…and thank you… for saving me..." you finished, looking at the interesting blood splatter on the carpet.

John quickly rushed over, grabbing a knife he had kept you didn't even know where, and you quickly felt the ropes that trapped you fall off. You didn't hesitate one second to lunge for him, tackling him with a hug. No one was witnessing it, right? It couldn't hurt. John's arms quickly wrapped themselves around as you hid your face in his neck. You stayed like this for a minute. Soothing each other. The wild ride was more or less over now and the tension was finally dropping. You sighed, getting lost in the smell of cologne, blood and sweat. 

"Let's go back to the hotel, we need to check your wound." 

You closed your eyes over the vibration in his chest as he spoke. He was worried about your small cut when he looked far more fucked up. Unbelievable. 

"It's just a scratch… you look worse Mr Wick." You let out softly. 

He groaned and you smiled. 

"Come on. Don't be a brat." He warned. 

You chuckled, and remembered how he had referred to you when he spoke to Luana. 'his kitten'. 

"Moew." You simply let out. 

And he groaned again. 

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It was well over 9 pm now. You sat on the couch of the suite you shared with John. You were starving. John and you had gone back to the hotel and he had not allowed you to leave his side more than a minute. You had obviously both been checked by a doctor as soon as you had walked in the hotel and Amalia had seen you. You couldn't escape the screaming fit from Amalia over your recklessness and the mess you both had caused. And when you finally had a moment of peace, in your suite, you were alone. And starving. John was with Amalia, taking care of God knows what. It was the only exception he had done to 'leave you alone and unsupervised' as he had quoted. Not that you could do anything. In this room. Alone. 

You sighed. You were finally back in 'vacation'. But the heart wasn't there anymore. You felt bad. You felt useless and a burden. You were unable to take care of yourself and had put John in danger. Your mind was running on so many things. 

Guilt. From all the events of the past few hours. 

Disappointment, in yourself. For not being able to be the woman you had fought to be for so long.

Fear. From all the emotions you were feeling, towards John mostly. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. Your eyes falling on John's ones immediately. The way your heart raced was trouble. You smirked up at him. He looked annoyed. Making his way to the couch, he let himself fall down on it with a sigh. You chuckled. 

"Amalia is a lot of work… isn't she?" You asked. 

John simply hummed. 

You looked at him. The way his hair fell softly. His eyes closed, laying back on the couch. Yes. The way your heart jumped was trouble. What was even this? Friendship? Simple affection?... Love? You swallowed dry for a second as you looked away. Shifting on your seat. 

"What's wrong?" You jumped, and he frowned, his obsidian eyes now on you. 

You smirked at him again, a bit of maliciousness. 

"I'm hungry Mr Wick. Why hasn't my babysitter tried to feed me yet?" You let out in a overly dramatic voice. 

He rolled his eyes and you let yourself soften again. You stared at him, and he looked back at you. Confusion settled in, as a question was burning your lips. And it probably showed on your face, because he sat up straight again. 

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" His tone was more demanding. 

"What now?" You surprised yourself asking out. 

God. He was turning you into his kitten! You should worry about that, but the silence after the question was much more terrifying to you. He was leaving now. Obviously. He was done with his job. What were you even thinking? 

You forced yourself to chuckle. Turning back to your old self.

"I suppose Mr Wick is needed elsewhere. And I can now take my vacation in peace…" you let out in a almost sickening lie.

John simply frowned again. The intensity of his gaze on you was suddenly making you nervous. And you lost your smile. 

"Is that what you want?" The words made you freeze.

No. Stay. But nothing came out of your mouth. You just stared at him. He wasn't speaking. He was actually waiting for you to answer. Facing now the most important decision of your life your hands were almost shaking. What should you say? The truth? Let yourself be finally weak… in front of wick? Or were you better living your lonely life? Of course, nothing could change your free mind. Nothing could change the strong woman you were. But were you willing to ask for someone to share it with you? It was scary. What if he said no? What if it wasn't what he wanted? Were you willing to let yourself be hurt? 

Taking in a shaky breath you looked at his expecting eyes. No words escaping your mouth, suddenly too dry to even let out a sound. You. The mouthrunner. So you shook your head, like a sad child. A pained look on your face. 

Now wasn't that pitiful? You weren't even able to speak up your feelings. What a truly fucked up mind you had. However when John's face instantly softened you could feel yourself finally let some hope in. Actually. It made you brave. And as John was about to speak, your heart spilled.

"No. It's not what I want." 

John looked surprised.

"Stay a bit. I can't force you. But… stay. Let me show you the city. I won't be your tour guide…" 

John glared at you, the thought of your first encounter making you smile. 

"But I'd like to think I can show a… friend… around… after all, you saved my life." 

Silence. Way too long. 

"But if you have stuff to do…" you started again, trying to brush it off. 

"Stop. I'm taking a week of vacation too. I'm staying." He simply let out. 

You took a moment to look at him, to gaze into his beautiful obsidian eyes. The smile you both harbored could have tipped anyone off on what you both truly felt. But there was only two blind fools in the room at the moment. 

"Shall we go dinner?" His rough voice rang.

You chuckled. 

"I'm starving, yes." 

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The sun was warm on your skin, a high contrast to the icy cup of strawberry mojito in your hand. There, on a small corner of the beach, you sat next to the baba yaga, who sipped on a cup of bourbon. 

The week had been quite fun. You had spent your time running around Lisbon during the day, showing him off how beautiful and interesting the city was. Sometimes passing by some secret little place only people like you and John could enter in. You had made a priority to show off all the best restaurants for every dinner during the week and then walked around the crowded and eventful streets. It was really enjoyable. To you and to him. But none would ever actually confess such a thing. 

However, for as much enjoyable this all was, you could see and notice how John had been more cold in the last 24h. Yes, the week was ending. And John's phone had been ringing much more often, leading to frowns and angry little groans from him. It made you smirk. The underground world could not keep turning without the baba yaga. It was only a matter of time.

You sipped at your drink once more as John's phone rang. Again. You contained a chuckle as John answered the call with an annoyed 'yes?'. You looked around the beach, trying not to pay attention to what was going on next to you. The situation was quite tricky, In the end, for you and him. You had grown overly fond of the man, and you could tell, to some extent, that he did as well. The snarky comments and sarcasm being the perfect communication between both of you. But everything ends. And perhaps time was up.

You had been so used to being alone that you never allowed anyone to get close to you. And somehow this man, who could make people run away just by the mention of his name had managed to pass through all your walls. Now you couldn't possibly see yourself asking him to stay. You probably wouldn't stay here either. You had to work, Lisbon was just the little piece of heaven where you came to hide when you needed a break. Your city. You sighed, frowning slightly. You almost regretted having tasted this feeling of care and affection. You were getting addicted to it. 

"(Y/n)?"

You slowly tilted your head to the man next to you. Eyes wide open. Had he said something?

"Are you alright?" He asked. 

You blinked. 

"Yes. Of course I am." You answered quite quickly. 

He stared at you and you rolled your eyes. 

"Are you being needed somewhere else mister wick?" You let out in an amused voice looking away again and sipping your drink. 

"Vacations lasts as long as I want." He tried to debate.

You smirked, looking at him knowingly before chuckling at his annoyed glare. 

"Vacations in this profession, lasts as long as another job doesn't show up. And jobs, isn't what you are lacking of currently by the amount of fucking phone calls you've been having." You let out, cursing the slight annoyance out of you. 

"Language young lady." He reprimanded. 

You rolled your eyes. 

"Don't be so jealous, you have all my attention daily, a few minutes a day won't kill you." He added, obviously messing with you. 

"I am a very possessive woman mister wick. You might tell that to the person who keeps calling you." You simply replied in the same tone. 

"I'll make sure to tell Charon about it." He nodded with a smirk. 

You smirked back. But the heart wasn't entirely there. Everything ends. Yes. You sighed once more, making John look worried for a second. Looking away you swallowed dry for a second. You kept repeating to yourself the same two words. Everything ends. 

"I'm taking you to a place tonight for dinner. It'll be our last dinner so I'll make it special." You spoke, a malicious smile on your lips as you glanced back at John.

You froze for a second, the frown on his features was confusing. Was he angry, sad, or had you crossed some kind of line? It took him another second before he finally nodded and looked away. This wouldn't be easy for any of you. You had to brace yourself for it. 

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