#you can't. nah-uh. impossible.

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Our perfect day.

I'm not too proud of this one, but hope you enjoy regardless :)

Warning(s): delusional yandere Riddle

Riddle Rosehearts was a perfectionist. Absolutely everything had to be perfect, and if any poor student happened to break a rule of the Queen of Hearts, it was off with their head.

Now of course Riddle didn't actually execute people for breaking a single rule, that would be rather extreme. Though, according to the students who have had Off With Your Head cast upon them, it definitely feels that way...

You received a letter today.

"Dearest (Y/N), please attend tonight's special Heartslabyul tea party. I will be waiting for you. Yours truly, Riddle Rosehearts."

You couldn't help but wonder what made this tea party 'special' compared to the other tea parties they host.

You entered the mirror that led to the Heartslabyul dorm. A fancy looking garden awaited you, as well as a large mansion. You stepped forward and-

"Hiya (Y/N)~!"

"Oh! Um... hey, Cater!" You said, a bit surprised. "Could I, uh... could I get past you?"

"No no no! Not yet, the party isn't ready yet!" Cater insisted. "All the Heartslabyul students are working their you-know-whats off making sure this extra special party is perfect. I mean, I have so much to do I'm using Split Card right now!"

"Oh."

"Cay-Cay numbers 1, 2, and 4 are busy painting the roses with the freshmen. I was told to take you to your fitting!"

"Fitting?"

"Oh yes (Y/N), ya gotta wear proper attire to a formal event, don't you know?"

Cater number 3 grabbed your hand and led you back into the magic mirror, bringing you back to the hall of mirrors, then bringing you to the mirror that leads to Pomefiore.

"Ah, (Y/N). How are you doing today?" Vil greeted you. "Your outfit is complete, I just need to see how it fits on you."

The outfit Vil spoke of looked like something you would wear to a wedding, though resembling the dorm uniform of Heartslabyul. Checkerboard sleeves, white rose pins that looked like the had just been painted red, the torso was adorned with playing cards, the colours were red and white split down the middle... and a crown, with a thin shroud meant to cover your face.

You couldn't help but wonder, why do I need such a fancy outfit for a tea party?

To your surprise, the outfit fit perfectly. You don't remember having any measurements done...

"It seems Riddle was correct." Vil said, also sounding slightly surprised. "These are your measurements exactly."

"Riddle... knew my measurements?" You asked.

"Yes, down to the exact centimeter. You two must be closer than I thought..." Vil said, sitting you down in a chair. "Now stay still, I need to do your makeup."

"Riddle said he wanted it to be like our dorm makeup!" Cater explained. "Red eyeshadow and lotsa hearts!"

"Wait, what do you mean we're closer than you thought?" You asked.

"(Y/N), no speaking or moving please, I don't want to mess this up."

Once your makeup was finished, Cater took a selfie with you.

"#nofilterz #happycouple #NRCwedding #QueenofHeartsstylewedding #younglove... and posted! Me gave me his phone and told me to get a good pic of you for Magicam." Cater explained. "And now that you're in those fancy-shmancy clothes, let's get heading back to Heartslabyul, I'm pretty sure the party's all ready~!"

"Wedding?" You asked. "Cater, what do you mean, wedding?!"

"Ah dammit... I ruined the surprise, didn't I? Don't tell anyone I told you this, please, but..." He paused. "The special tea party is actually a wedding! Riddle wanted it to be a romantic surprise so badly, but I just had to mess things up..."

"A wedding... for me and Riddle?" You asked. "No, that's impossible, Riddle and I barely know each other!"

"Huh? Nah, that can't be right, you two've been dating for months!"

You tried telling Cater in every way you could that you and Riddle almost never speak to each other, but he kept insisting that you and Riddle have been dating since some time after he Overblotted.

You were brought to Heartslabyul, which had a student-made wedding venue set up just outside the rose maze. Riddle was wearing a suit that matched your outfit. You would have appreciated the effort that went into this, if not for the fact that you were horrified that Riddle decided to organize a wedding for him and someone he barely speaks to.

"Ah, (Y/N). You look beautiful." Riddle told you, pushing your hair behind your ear. "I managed to organize our wedding, and follow the Queen of hearts rules!"

"Riddle, what the Hell is this?!"

"It's our wedding, (Y/N). What's there not to understand?"

"We don't know each other!" You exclaimed. "We barely talk, and sure, we know each other, but not this well!"

"What do you mean, (Y/N)? We've been dating for months, haven't we?"

"No, we haven't! What makes you think we have?!"

"I-isn't it obvious? Don't you remember all the dates we've had together?"

"We've studied together, but I've never once gone on a date with you Riddle!"

"(Y/N). I made sure everything was perfect, why are you denying this?" Riddle asked. "And why are you insisting we aren't in love? I think I'd know if we weren't."

"Riddle, we-"

"Shh, (Y/N). No more speaking, please. I made sure every single aspect of this was perfect. Today is our perfect day."

...

How did he even get permission to do this?!

[ally-writes-many-things]

You’re a father (J. Kolchek) Part 1

Summary: You were secretly pregnant when you were swallowed into an underground world that was full of danger. 

Words: 2.4K 

Prompts:

Requested:

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Tags: @yellowroseskolchek @house-of-kolchek @thedreamingfish99 @meadows-of-light @thefictionalgemini

You flushed and slid downwards, you just puked for the billionth time this week. You can't wait until that part of your pregnancy is over. You heard a soft knock on the bathroom door. "Yn? Are you okay?”

It was your boyfriend, Jason. He has no idea you were pregnant and you didn't want him to find out. You were in Iraq for the past year together looking for Saddam’s chemical weapons. You knew that if he knew you were pregnant, he would let you do nothing and you would have to listen to him because he was higher up than you. 

You got off the floor, walked over to the door, opened it up and smiled at your boyfriend. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“Maybe cause you looked like you were going to throw up and then you rushed here,”

“I did get sick but I’m fine. Just something I ate probably,”

You began to walk ahead of him, but he grabbed your arm gently. “Are you sure?”

“Jase, I promise you. I’m okay,”

You walked out of the barracks and into the hallway where you saw Nick going into Rachel’s office. You didn’t think too much of it, Nick was always her second hand. You overheard Jason walking towards you and he put his hand over your lower back. “I just wanted to make sure,”

You pecked his lips and smiled. “I know and I love you for it,”

“Aren’t you supposed to be meeting that satellite guy?”

“Yeah, I was on the way there when I saw you running into there,”

“Oh…well like I said I’m fine. Go,”

He leaned down and kissed you. “Alright, I’m going. I’m going. I love you,”

“I love you,”

-

“Me? Annoying? Impossible,”

You sat on the table and made a mockery of Joey. “Since birth, I presume,” 

“Ow! That hurt me! That really hurt me,”

“Damn Joey! That got you sitting behind a desk? You want me to make a call?” 

Your eyes turned to Jason when he entered the room.  

“Nah, I’m good. People who sit behind desks don’t tend to catch so many bullets, you know?”

“Wus,”

Joey reaches over and knocks you off the table but you were quick enough to regain your balance. You laughed when you noticed two figures standing behind Jason, but Joey spoke before you did. “So this must be the one and only satellite guy?”

The guy chuckled. “The one and only satellite guy. I’m Eirc King. Lieutenant Colonel Eric King,”

Joey stood up in his chair and you held back the laughter while you watched. “Colonel, this is Joey. He is our lance corporal. Give the colonel full site access,”

Joey grabs the thing that allows Eric access to the site. Jason nodded over at you.. “This here is Yn Yln. She's an archeologist who's familiar with the area.  Just a tip, never make her angry. It’s not fun,”

You let out a laugh. “I think Merwin has been the only one that has ever pissed me off,”

Jason smiled at you before walking a little bit away from us. “I’m telling you when the Queen Bitch finds out about this. She’s gonna flip her shit,”

Eric didn't look entertained. “Rachel and I uh we knew each other. She’ll understand all’s fair in love and war,”

Jason stared at Eric just seconds before he looked at you and you shrugged your shoulders. Eric said nothing more. The girl who was traveling with him stared at Jason. “Uh the Queen Bitch, you’re referring to is his wife,” 

Jason's eyes go wide and he puts his hand up in defense as Eric stepped deeper into the room and was followed by this girl. You watched Jason with amused eyes. “Shut up, yn,”

“Nice going, babe,”

Jason shook his head and followed them into the briefing room. “Sir, I am so sorry. Rachel never said she was married,”

Eric didn't seem to mind. “We’ve been working apart this last year. So she’s the Queen Bitch now? She’s gone up in the world,” 

You saw Jason’s lips turn into his famous smirk before quickly disappearing. “If it helps, we like to think of it as a term of endearment,”

You sat at a table while you watched Jason talk to that girl. “Right, let’s get you set up,”

“I hope the bandwidth can cope with the data,”

“I’ll leave the techy stuff to you,”

“I’ll leave the heavy lifting to you,” 

You got a little suspicious. The way Jason said it was friendly, but the way that girl said it was kind of flirty. She should tread carefully around him. 

“We got a deal, lady,”

“What is this place anyways? Looks like an old ballroom,”

“That is exactly what it is. I guess Saddam liked to get down on the dancefloor,”

“Do you think if his dance partner stepped on his foot, it’d be an instant ‘off with her head’?”

Jason laughed at it. “It wouldn’t surprise me,”

You felt jealousy growing inside you. You wanted to smack this girl so hard right now. You wouldn't let something like that bother you in the past, but those pregnant hormones kick your ass. 

“Maybe when we’re done, I’ll you you spin me around a little,”

You laughed and you stood up from the table, Jason's eyes went right at you and knew you were upset. “Yn,”

You went to Jason, you got his shirt and you pulled him down to kiss him. When you pulled away from him, you looked at the girl and grabbed his hand and pulled him away from her. Once you were far enough away from the girl, you turned around and looked at him. “What the hell was that?”

“What was what?”

"She was flirting with you and you made no effort to stop her,"

“What are you talking about? She wasn’t flirting with me,”

“Maybe, when we’re done, I’ll let you spin me around a bit’? Really? Jason? Really? You seriously can’t be that oblivious,”

"I couldn't care less if she flirted with me. I have you. I don't have eyes for anyone but you,"

This in no way changes the fact that YOU let her flirt with you. You should have stopped it at "I'll give you the heavy lifting". 

“That was not flirtatious. You’re acting really insecure right now,”

           That pissed you off beyond belief you really can't wait to get this pregnancy over with, you don't know if you could handle these increased hormones. 

You let out a scoff.  "Keep fucking with me and see what happens,”

-

You have been instructed to stay with Nick while Rachel, Eric and Jason visit the huts to speak with the residents. You were standing outside at the hut that Jason and the others were in. You haven't spoken with Jason since he called you insecure. “Have you told Jason yet?”

In confusion, you glanced over at Nick. “Told Jason what?”

“That you’re pregnant,”

Your heart started racing. How does Nick know about your pregnancy? You never mentioned that to anyone. "I don't know what you're referring to,"

“Don’t lie Yn,”

"How did you find out?"

“Holy shit. You actually are? That was just a guess,”

“How did you guess that?”

“I don’t know. I just noticed things. Things like this past week you were constantly getting sick. Your mood swings. You're upset with Jason today over Clarice. You're usually calm and collected about Jason, but not today, so I just put two and two together,"

“No, I haven’t told Jason,”

“Do you know how far along you are?”

“No. It's hard to see a doctor right now, but at least eight nine weeks? That typically when morning sickness starts,”

“You need to tell him,”

“Yeah, well, I’m not in the mood to talk to him right now,”

You heard a loud explosion and you looked up and saw that one of the helios was on fire and falling, then gunshots. Nick grabbed you and pushed you behind a stone fence to keep you out of the gunfire. “Stay hidden,”

“Nick, I can handle this,”

"I know you can, but you're actually pregnant and I'm not gonna have Jason mad at me for not making sure you're safe,"

"That's exactly the reason, I hadn't told Jason,"

“Just listen to me, okay?”

You blew your breath and nodded your head. “Fine,”

You stayed hidden behind the stone fence as you kept listening to gunfire and yelling. You could hear Jason and Nick yelling but couldn’t make it out. You felt the ground shake, and then you saw Nick come out of the blue. He caught you and wrapped his arms around your stomach to shield you and the baby as much as he could. 

You had no idea how long you fell, but thanks to Nick, he took every hit and landing. He didn’t let you go until he was certain you were done falling. After a few seconds, he let you go and you quickly left him and helped him get back on his feet. “Are you okay, Nick?”

“Forget me, are you okay?”

“Thanks to you,”

Nick pushed you behind him as he scooped out the area. “Merwin?”

Merwin didn’t answer. 

“Jason!” You called out. 

He didn’t answer. 

You called the others, but they didn't respond. You took out the flare from Nick’s backpack, broke it, and threw it as far as you could and it lit up the area. “Come on, let’s find the others,”

You let Nick get ahead of you and you followed him. You followed Nick into that hallway. You were still calling out for the others. “Nick?”

“Jason? I’m close man, I’m coming,”

“Don’t blow your load too fast buddy. Is Yn with you?”

“I’m here Jase,”

“Oh thank God,”

You and Nick rounded a corner and saw something quickly move out of the light which made you jump. “What the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know but stay behind me,”

“No protest there,”

You and Nick slowly walked down the passage and when the light shined on whatever the creature was it popped its head up and then ran away. You two continued down the passageway but you two took another way. When you turned the other way, you saw a giant hand statue. “What the fuck is this place?”

Nick jumped off a ledge to go to the next room. He placed the gun in his hand in the holster. “Climb down, I got you,”

You slowly descended and as soon as Nick was able to get to you, he helped you down the rest of the way. “Thank you…again,”

You and Nick looked at that hand statue when a light shone on you. “Is that you Nicky?”

“Jason?”

Jason quickly put the gun in his holder as you took off after him and held onto him as tight as you could. He did the same thing. “I’m sorry for the way I reacted earlier,”

“No. Don’t apologize. It’s okay. All that matter is that you’re safe,”

"Thanks to Nick, he made sure to shield me from each blow on the way down and then he was the one who broke the fall,"

Jason kissed you then when he pulled away, he walked over and did their broshake. “Thanks, man. I owe you,”

“You don’t,”

Jason took a small step back to check out the area you were all in. “What on God’s green Earth have landed? We need to get back topside, reground with the rest of the squad and signal for medivac. This place ain’t no weapons silo but it’s sure as fuck crawling with Iraqis,”

Jason taking control like this was always a turn on for you. He always knew what to do, even when he was unaware of what was happening. “You good babe?”

“I’m good,”

Jason looked at Nick and he seemed lost. “Nick? Nick! Sergeant Kay! Pull yourself together. Eyes wide!”

“All good. Just wasn’t expecting to suddenly fall into the fucking earth,”

“I hear ya,”

Jason took the gun out of the holster and pointed it in front of him which made you lose grip on his arm. He got ahead of you, you were in the middle, and Nick was behind you. “You ever seen anything like this? The hell is this place?”

"I haven't and I am an archaeologist."

“Pass. I flunked History at school,”

           You let out a chuckle. "No surprise in that, Sergeant Kay,"

For a few minutes before Nick talked, 

you walked silently. “Tell me you can’t feel 

it,”

“Feel what, Nick?”

“I don’t know, something,”

“I don’t feel shit,”

“I agree with Jason,”

“You sure about that?”

“I’m pretty sure,”

You three walked for a while before you came across a door that was shut, Nick walked up to it and tried to push it open but he couldn’t. “This thing is heavier than it looks. Gimme a hand. I’m gonna need some more muscle,”

Jason nodded and walked up to the door. “You skipping gym again?”

As soon as the boys opened the door, you heard a loud groan. You quickly got close to them and watched the two boys. “Is that?”

“It’s Merwin, come on,”

The three of you entered the room and saw Clarice trying to keep him still but Merwin swayed. As Merwin had become entangled in wires that were digging into his skin, he was bleeding profusely. “It’s bad. He’s bleeding out, we have to cut him down right now,”

“No shit, Clarice,”

 Ignoring you, Jason grabbed his pocket knife and walked over to Merwin. “Hold tight, buddy. Nick, I need you here,”

“Cut the wires,”

Nick walked behind Merwin and held him still and Jason cut the wires that had him trapped. Once Jason cut the last thread, Merwin landed on the ground. Jason and Nick quickly ran to him and knelt to evaluate his injuries. “Oh, he’s fucked. He’s so fucked!”

         “You think I can’t hear you,” Merwin grunted out. 

Jason grabbed both of Merwin’s shoulders. “You’re gonna pull through, brother. Suck it up,”

“There's morphine in my pack, grab it. We're gonna pump you up, okay?”

After nodding, Jason searched Nick's bag for the Morphine. Clarice was impatient. “Hurry the hell up,”

“They got this, you screaming at them, doesn’t help,”

“Just keep an eye out,” Nick said.

“Who the hell loaded these packs?”

As Nick and Jason watched Clarice, she was sucked into darkness.

[shares-a-vest]

Fruity Four Advent Calendar, Bonus Day: New Year's Eve

Prompt List

Happy New Year! How about Steddie just stoopidly in love and kissing to round out the year??? Also, love that I can't remember the most basic shit but I remembered the bonus NYE prompt lmao.

'How About We Just Keep Kissing?'

Eddie props himself up on his elbows, frustrated enough to move just a little too far that he bumps foreheads with Steve.

"Ouch!" his boyfriend grumbles, pressing a palm to his forehead.

Serves him right for squirming around, again and breaking away to check the time on his watch, even though Eddie had set an alarm on his digital one. Steve holds his arm out, obviously to bring the hands into focus and Eddie can't help but huff out a frustrated breath. Of course, he was in love with someone possessed by the spirit of an old man.

"Almost time," Steve breaths, sounding so goddamn soft with his kissed-stained lips that Eddie can't be that annoyed. Well, sort of.

"Can you just… trust me when I say I can hear the party downstairs? They'll be shouting a countdown to midnight."

"Fine," Steve pouts looking back at him as he settles both hands down at either side of Eddie's face.

He reaches up to comb at his fringe, making his stupidly long and pretty eyelashes fluttering. Steve flits a glance at his lips.

"So pretty," he breathes like he's in a trance.

Eddie feels his cheeks flush red once again. They'd been like this for about half an hour, locked together on Steve's silly bedspread, impossibly close as they waited for midnight. The bedroom door was wedged shut with a desk chair, barricading them in the plaid-covered bedroom and away from the party his douchebag parents were hosting.

Steve was begrudgingly allowed a few invites, those being Eddie (who only earned judgemental grumbles upon his arrival) and Nancy and Robin who had disappeared to god knows where. Probably doing the exact same thing.

"Why don't we just keep kissing until the clock runs out, sugar?" Eddie suggests.

Not a moment later Steve leans down to nuzzle into his neck, continuing on the spot he'd torturously abandoned moments ago.

"10… 9… 8"

"Stevie," Eddie breathes, speaking directly into his ear. "Can you hear the countdown?"

"5… 4…"

"Nah-uh," he replies, voice muffled as he remains buried against skin.

Eddie pulls him off, perhaps a little rough as it makes Steve whimper.

"Better kiss me on the lips, muffin."

"You were the best thing about this year, Eds," Steve says, going misty-eyed as he presses against Eddie's lips.

At that exact measurements ment, Eddie hears the partygoers shout "1" and cheer. His watch sounds too, perhaps a second late but Steve doesn't notice. He's too busy prolonging their midnight kiss as long as possible.

He pulls away, brow furrowed and asks, "Is everybody cheering?"

"Yes, baby," Eddie replies, kissing his reddened cheek, lingering in hopes of stopping Steve's little sniffles.

"I love you, Eddie," he mumbles, voice gravely from the welling tears.

"I love you too, Steve."

He kisses his forehead as Steve settles against his chest.

[multistanparadise]

JayB x black!femreader

Archive✨, please send requests :) unedited

Y/n

"Ewww come on Y/n/n are you serious?? Why do you like him??" Hyunjin is mortified that I like his older brother Jaebeom. "Well he's always been really nice to me, eventually I just started catching feelings." "Can't you drop them? This is so weird...I guess I can help you. You did get me with your friend Kaira so why not?" I hug him and he hugs me back. "Thank you Jinnie! You're the best!" He sighs. "Yeah I know."

~

I wake up in the middle of the night because I can't sleep. I look to see Hyunjin is still fast asleep on the floor so I tiptoe around him so I can go downstairs to get something to drink. I make my way into the kitchen and I look in the fridge for something to drink. I find some juice and I put it in the island. I try to reach for a cup when suddenly I feel a hand on my hips and someone reaching over me grabbing the cup for me. "Here you go cutie."

"Jaebeom?! What are you doing here?" I whisper shout holding my chest. He chuckles softly and hands me the cup. "I was too tired to drive to my place so I decided to crash here. I see you still have sleepovers with my little brother still, that's cute." I shrug. "Occasionally, you know he's my best friend. Kaira is around more often so I let them have their privacy." He nods leaning on the counter. "So you don't like him? I thought you did."

"No...I've always liked someone else." He raises his eyebrows in surprise. "진짜? Who? Do I know them?" I pour myself some juice and I take a sip. "Very well actually." I take a seat at the table in hopes of putting some distance between us. "Jinyoung?? Or maybe Mark?? They're popular but still single, I can set up a date if you want." He takes a seat at the table with me. "No not them... I like—" "Jackson?? Well I can't say I don't see why. I do warn you, he's very career focused." I sigh and shake my head. "No I just like you."

"...ohhhh well that makes sense. I do know myself really well." I just sip my juice while we sit in silence for awhile. "How long?" I raise an eyebrow. "How long have I liked you? Over a few years now..." He hums quietly, I don't take any offense to his responses because I know he's just taking it in. "So...you're in love with me." I almost choke on my drink. "Pardon?? In love with you?" He nods his head. "Well if it was just a crush it would've only lasted 3 months because you'd decide if it was worth it to still have feelings for me. It's past infatuation because it's been over a year, so I've concluded you're in love with me. It's okay because I've concluded I'm in love with you too."

"You are? Well then...what do we do about this information.?" He smiles softly and places his hand on mine. "There's only one thing to do, start dating. Are you free tonight?" I smile and nod. "Yeah I'm free. What do you have in mind?"

~

"So you two are dating now...I wish you the best. He's a piece of work and honestly only someone like you can put up with him. All the other girls leave." I raise an eyebrow. "Why is that?" Hyunjin shrugs catching popcorn in his mouth. "Uh because he's been so in love with you he can't really focus on anyone else. Getting over you was apparently impossible." "You knew he liked me?? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well I thought it was obvious but I guess not. Anyways you two are together now so it worked out. How was the date?" I take some popcorn. "Really nice, karaoke was fun. Singing must only have been passed to him..."

"Really? Okay well I'm going to pretend you didn't just come for my karaoke skills."

"Hey Kaira do you think Hyunjin can sing?"

"Nah he sounds like a wet seal, I'm sorry baby."

"...the nerve of both of you! I sound beautiful!"

A/n: Heyyy did this suck?? Not sure but the drafts will be out soon I promise

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~

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

white wolf: “the show must go on”

first part — second part

third part — fourth part (soon)

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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it’s a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 1'9k.

warnings/tags: none. bucky being so innocent gives me life. + he being so damn cute as always.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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“Have plans with your girl tonight?”

Bucky clicked his tongue, putting down the weight to the holder, not turning to Sam still doing squats and an awkward noise out of breath. His partner couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and giggle while shaking his head, fast enough to steal the soldier's clean towel before he reached it.

“She's not my girl”.

“Not yet, you mean, uh?” He joked then, using the clothing like a whip to hit the metal arm. “But, you have plans or not?”

“Yeah, we have plans”. Bucky admitted eventually, glancing at Sam also stealing his bottle of water. “She invited me to watch a movie”.

It was the innocent and unworried tone of voice from him that made Sam choke, cough, and laugh at once.

“What?”

“Oh, man… Can't believe you're sinful enough to do what we do but too innocent to not see what that means”.

“It means we're gonna watch a movie”.

Bucky was confused at the laughter, trying to understand what he was referring to as he rested his back against the wall and crossed both arms over his chest. Expecting anything else from his wise friend.

“This is the twenty-first century, you ancient. We don't watch movies”.

“What d— What do you mean? You have Netflix, HBO, Prime Video… What's the point?”

Sam was deadpanned, staring in silence at the soldier, not believing what his ears were hearing. “We, guys, don't watch movies with girls, even less when they are the ones inviting us”.

Bucky squinted at him, tilting his head like a lost poppy would do, not being able to read between lines. His partner gasped exasperated, running a hand up and down his face.

“You know, man? Sometimes I feel alone, not having anyone to laugh with about that forties' manners of yours. Should I call Sarah, maybe?”

“Cut the show”. He hissed standing up and passing him away.

“Oh, no, no, no… the show has just started, man, and I have my popcorn ready”.

Bucky had been beating around the bush the whole day, trying to let it out of his mind. Of course, it was something that would happen sooner or later, and —more than of course— he wanted it to happen. The mere fact of thinking about you and him, flesh against flesh, hearing you moaning his name and making you feel good caused him goosebumps and an awkward sensation beneath his black jeans. Suddenly, swallowing saliva turned impossible, biting his lower lip while ringing the intercom of your apartment. Your response didn't last more than a couple of seconds, opening the door downstairs and waiting for him at the entrance of your apartment.

The butterflies fluttered within your bellies when Bucky stepped out of the lift, showing you that charming smile that could make you kill anyone who dared to erase it from his face.

“Trying to get me drunk?” You joked as he raised the bottle of red wine in his left hand.

“Maybe?”

“Missed you today”. You whispered at the soft kiss on your lips and his arm getting wrapped around your lower waist.

“So did I”. He sighed, sounding a little tired, caressing your nose with his.

Yesterday he talked to you about a routine medical check-up the government used to do every six months until he earned his pardon. Four hours of intense exercise to make sure the supersoldier serum was still doing its effect, as he started to feel somewhat tired since he stayed in Wakanda. For Bucky, it was really easy to open up himself with you and talk about his past and some of the things he did. And he didn't complain when you helped him to take off his leather jacket, watching him rubbing his left shoulder.

“I, uh… also was this morning with Sam. Training”. He told you, following you to your kitchen to find a couple of glasses. Turning at him, you couldn't help but raise an incredulous eyebrow. “Don't look at me like that… I know to perfection what you're thinking”.

“You're a telepath now?”

“God, no. I have enough with the voices inside my head, to hear someone's else”. He chuckled resting against the fridge. “But you're very expressive and I was trained to read body language”.

“So, what am' thinking?” You asked driven by curiosity, entertained on opening the bottle of wine.

“Look at this guy… He looks hotter than a barbecue”.

You broke into a loud laugh, shaking your head as you grabbed the drink and the glasses. “Not even close, Sergeant”.

“Liar”. He blurted into your face, passing him away to the living room where the Thai takeaway was waiting for the two of you.

“I'm not lying! You're a lousy body reader”.

“So… you can do it better, uh?”

“Didn't say so, but… yeah”. You replied, placing the wine and the glasses on the coffee table next to the big green sofa.

“Okay, go ahead. What am 'thinking, genius?”

Standing in front of him, some inches away, you squinted at his eyes in advance of touring his posture from top to bottom with your orbs.

“Look at that girl… she's hotter than a volcano”.

“Not even closer, soldier”. Bucky repeated your words, kissing his teeth and causing you to laugh again.

“Liar”.

The night went on, enjoying your dinner and watching the first part of Scary Movie. Since Bucky told you that he loved the horror genre, you thought that it'd be a good start. As you finished the Thai dishes, you two cuddled on your sofa, and it felt nice to be embraced by his muscly arms and had your head rested on his shoulder. He had never been that happier before, imagining for a moment —staring at you by the corner of his eyes— that he wasn't a retired lethal assassin controlled by a bunch of psychos, just a guy watching a movie with his girl.

For some reason that increased his pulse, having to clear his throat as the thought dried it. You couldn't let it go, wrinkling your nose with curiosity, raising your face slightly at Bucky trying to focus on the movie, and pretending everything was going okay.

“What?” He murmured about to laugh nervously, putting his head back a couple of inches to look better at you.

“Seems like you're gonna have a heart attack, what's the matter?”

The soldier breathed heavily through his nostril, expelling all the air in a sight through his parted lips. A lower giggle escaped them as your eyes widened a little more interested in his response to your question.

“Sam… Sam said something this morning”.

There it was. Your grimace turned skeptical, sitting up to borrow the control remote and pause the movie. Turning to face him and placing an arm on the headrest, you puckered your lips in a funny gesture watching him click his tongue.

“Things are different nowadays and… y'know, we used to watch movies”.

“And that's what we're doing”.

“Yeah, but… it's like… now there are some kinds of non-speak social rules”.

You knew exactly what he was referring to and seeing him somewhat troubled and tense just made your heart melt. It wasn't that he was scared, but it almost felt like.

“Is it your first time since the forties?” You dared to ask, clearly with no intentions of making fun of him.

“I've never really… y'know, I was in my twenties when I left Brooklyn. I me— mean, 'm not stupid, okay? I've done things but not… sex like… to the whole point”. Bucky didn't have his eyes on you when he made that confession, rubbing the bridge of his nose by inertia as his nervousness increased. “And now everything… is pretty different”.

“It doesn't have to”. You just replied, stretching a hand to his right one to intertwine your fingers. “Listen, Buck… We don't have to, okay? We don't have to do anything if you're not ready. We can watch the movie and then… you can go, or you can stay to sleep with me”.

“I'd like that”.

“Leave?”

“Yeah, totally, if you excuse me, ma'am… I gotta leave” He clearly joked, about to stand up until you pushed him down to the sofa bursting in laughter. “Nah, I, uh… I mean, I'd like to sleep with you tonight”.

“I'd like too, and to wake up tomorrow morning with you”.

“Yeah, would be very awkward if you go to sleep with me and wake up with another guy in your bed”.

Bucky smirked at you, biting his upper lip before leaning to press both on yours. He couldn't believe you were being so comprehensive with him, not making any other uncomfortable questions, nor kicking his ass out of your house. At that moment, he realized he was madly in love with you, bringing you closer to himself so he could embrace you tenderly between his arms. And you let him, not wanting anything else than to be with him.

At the moment the movie finished, you both stretched your hands to the ceiling with a yawn opening your mouths. You palmed his thigh to beckoning at him, urging the soldier to follow you as you rubbed your eyes using your knuckles, a little sleepy. Turning off the lights on your way to your room, you changed your clothes for a baggy Iron Maiden's t-shirt, as he stripped himself leaving his clothes on the chair in front of your bed, only wearing a pair of black boxers at the end.

You were about to ask him which side he preferred when the words died on your tongue, glancing at him with his flesh hand over his dark grey shoulder. It was the first time you saw the vibranium arm in all its glory and Bucky gave you the impression of being embarrassed. He'd never stop surprising you with plenty of emotions for things that for you didn't have any importance actually —like the fact of not having two real arms.

“Come here”. You murmured, kneeling on the mattress and palming the other lateral, observing every one of his actions till lying next to him, in the middle of the gloom of your room.

Covering both of you with the sheets and turning on your sides to face each other, Bucky took the initiative of wrapping you close to his chest, as he placed his head on your pillow. He couldn't help but take a soft breath from your heavenly smell impregnated in, provoking a smile to grow on your lips. Surrounding his neck with your arms, you sunk your fingers in his short hair, gently caressing his scalp while you started to spread tender short kisses all around his face.

“This feels good”. He purred with such a pleased tone of voice, closing his eyes as he adventured his warm hand under your shirt to draw invisible patterns on your back.

“So good”. You affirmed, peppering his cheek with a bunch of noisy smooches.

Bucky squeezed you between his grip, hiding his face into the gap of your shoulder and neck, causing you goosebumps because of his exhalation against your skin. He was comfortable being that close, with no distance separating your chests and your legs intertwined in a bundle. You saw how relaxed he was when he pulled his head back to the pillow, noses touching and his eyelids closed.

“Good night, Buck”. You whispered, still feeling his caresses on your back, leaning to kiss him one last time.

“Good night, doll”.

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[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ortho Shroud Ignihyde Gear Personal Story: Part 1

"You can't do this sort of thing with magic"

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

[Interior Hallway]

Diasomnia Student A: Who are you? Why is there a kid at this school?

Ortho: Eh? What do you mean "a kid"…? Ah. Perhaps you don’t really know me well yet because you are first-year students.

Diasomnia Student A: You’ve got a pretty arrogant attitude for a kid.

Diasomnia Student B: This kid… Isn’t it the robot that hovers around the Ignihyde Dorm Leader, maybe?

Ortho: …

Diasomnia Student A: A robot? So if it’s a machine, then it can’t use magic, right?

Diasomnia Student B: Yeah. It’s rumored that the odd-ball Ignihyde Dorm Leader brings along this useless thing with him.

Ortho: …Could you stop saying bad things about Nii-san?

Diasomnia Student A: Hmm? What’s with that insolent face?

Diasomnia Student B: If you can’t use magic, then go sit quietly in the corner! Hahah!

Ortho: …

Deuce: Hey, you two. Stop that disgraceful behavior.

Diasomnia Student A: Oh. Now a Heartslabyul student whose head is filled with nonsensical rules has appeared.

Diasomnia Student B: Also, you’re a first year, same as us. Don’t boss us around!

Deuce: Ortho, are you alright?

Ortho: …

Diasomnia Student A: Haha, is "You Must Be Nice To Robots" a rule in Heartslabyul?

Deuce: I’m just stopping you before either of you embarrass yourselves further.

Deuce: Even if you think “Why did I do such a thing?”, later… It’s impossible to recover from a dark past…

Ortho: …

Deuce: Look at Ortho. He’s been silent this whole time, he’s probably scared…

Ortho: 「Charging Magical Energy… 30%... 50% completed… 60%.」

Deuce: Wh-What’s happening… A malfunction? That mark on his chest is getting brighter and brighter.

Ortho: 「…100% Charging Complete」 …Here I go.

Ortho: 「If You Speak Badly About Nii-san I Won’t Forgive You Beam」 !!!

Diasomnia Student A/B: UWAAA!?

Deuce: Wh-What was that ray of light just now!? It just went flying right above those guys’ heads!?

Deuce: Urk! The pillars in the hallway are broken!?

Ortho: Ah. They avoided it. How disappointing.

Diasomnia Student A: What the hell are you doing!

Diasomnia Student B: Our hair got all frizzled and burnt!!

Ortho: Aren’t you guys the ones who came at me first? It’s natural to fight back when attacked.

Diasomnia Student A: Even so, normally you wouldn’t just suddenly shoot a beam!

Ortho: Normally? Didn’t you say that us brothers were “odd-balls”?

Diasomnia Student A: Urgh…

Diasomnia Student B: Dammit, treating us like fools. You better remember this!

Ortho: Humph.

Deuce: Uh… It seems like I didn’t need to jump in and save you from the get go.

Ortho: That’s not true, Deuce Spade-san. Thank you!

Deuce: It’s just that they were so similar to how I was in the past; I just couldn’t forgive that at all…

Ortho: Eh?

Deuce: Nah… nevermind. Forget it.

Deuce: Anyways, that was a crazy beam. The hallway is all battered…

Trein: What are you doing!?

Deuce: Oh no! Of all the people, the strictest…

Ortho: Mozus Trein-sensei. Hello!

Trein: What do you mean, "hello"?

Trein: Some first-year students with burnt hair just came running into the staff room saying that “The robot lost control.”

Lucius: Roowraa～～

Trein: The hallway is charred. The pillars are half destroyed. …Ortho Shroud, did you do this?

Ortho: Yes, that’s right. I did it.

Ortho: Those guys were making fun of Nii-san, so I showed them the strength of our bond.

Ortho: How was it? My beam’s power, wasn’t it amazing?

Trein: I don’t see even the slightest sign of remorse. Hm…

Trein: Ortho Shroud. For one week starting today, you will not be allowed in this school building.

Ortho: Eh!? Then I can’t be in class together with Nii-san!

Trein: It’s only thanks to the goodwill of the Headmaster that you, someone who is not an actual student in the first place, have been able to attend classes with your brother.

Trein: And yet despite this you destroyed the school hallway. You have repaid his favor with ruin, so you should reflect on your offense of damaging such a historic building.

Deuce: Sensei, please listen to what Ortho has to say as well. He was only trying to teach these delinquents a lesson for bullying him.

Trein: Whatever the reason, it is a fact that Shroud’s younger brother destroyed the school’s hallway. He must take responsibility.

Trein: Understood? For one week, collect yourself and reflect properly on your actions.

Lucius: Roowraa～～

Ortho: No way…!

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

Requested by Anonymous. Japanese proofreading edits done by Arashi. English proofreading edits done by @choco-myth.

[grigori77]

CRIT ROLE, Campaign 3 Episode 29

Laura and others: "We love you!" Matt, attempting to start his intro: "... damn you."

Wow. Best promo skit yet. "New guy" comes on and everybody's reactions are priceless. Love how Travis, Ashley and Marisha are LOSING IT, Erika's just GOING WITH IT, and Liam and Laura are just like WHAT??!!! Then there's Taliesin being much more slowburn in his cracking up, it's beautiful. And Matt, who must've been in on it, he's finding it nigh on IMPOSSIBLE to keep a straight face.

Okay ... picking up after the cliffhanger ... this can't be good ...

Wow, Erica is like INSTANT CREEPY ain't she? So Dusk is just giving me chills already ...

Travis! Do not get chummy with Erica over this!

"I am Yu. Yu is me." Wow, she really just quoted Rush Hour 2, didn't she?

I'm sorry, this is supposed to be a really tense moment and Sam's sitting there in ... THAT. I CANNOT take this seriously.

FEARNE IS RUIDUS BORN!!! And she got STABBY!!! Roll initiative!

Oooooooh ... another sweet battle map.

Ashley Nat 1s. Naturally. True to form.

Orym don't give no shit bout attunement, he's a badass regardless.

Blood Maladict? Oooh, what's that? It's something Travis ain't levelled up for yet, that's what it is.

Nice. Yu literally RAGDOLLED out of that hit.

"Would you have believed me?" "Probably." "Well, that's a shame. My bad."

Laudna's very stressed out.

Yu turns into Imogen. Laudna: "I DON'T LIKE THAT!!!"

Hexblade's Curse? OH SHIT!!!

Imogen: "I'm gonna cast detect thoughts on Yu." Is it going to be Magic Roundabout on a loop again?

Wow, this is a LONG whisper ...

Laura: "Aaaaaaaah!" Matt: "Start with your action." Laura: "That was my action!"

Taliesin: "WE'RE ALL SITTING DOWN AND CALMING THE FUCK DOWN!!!

Bead of Imprisonment: "Buh-bye, bitches!"

Travis tries to make peace. LITERALLY. With peace signs. Marisha, cracking up: "I am not a crook."

Orym stabs Yu. FCG heals her for 5 hit-points. The group: loses it.

Ruidus really is TROUBLE isn't it?

Pariah is the word ...

Fearne can't help it, she's a klepto.

Yeah, seriously, don't look in the mirror.

Gods ... Birdie really is on the bad side in this, isn't she? This is not good.

Or is it more which is the lesser evil?

Chetney: "It gets hairy - AWOO - in a month."

They know about Fearne. Yu, you Lando.

Fearne: "She's trying to get into my head. It's like Play-Doh up there."

Laudna: "I do have a lady living in my head and she sounds a lot like you." Yu: "Why, does she have the same accent?"

Fearne's grandma and the Nightmare King ... ew ...

Blow up the moons ... Laudna: "But that would throw off the ecology of Exandria." Chetney: "Nah, I don't think k it would have much of an effect actually."

Yu: "Why don't I give my first report now?" Liam: "Stab." Travis/Sam: "Heal."

FCG looks through the lens. IKEA catalogue.

All right, hands up who wants to BLOW UP THE MOON?

Yu: "Here's the thing, though ..." Chetney: "Shit."

The Great Wapner ...

Yu: "I'll find you, and you won't always know it's me." Laudna: "Gasp! Have we met you before?" FCG: "Are you Dorian?"

Bye bye, Erika.

Birdie! Like mother like daughter. Klepto runs in the family.

Erika: "What was your plan?" Marisha: "Uh ... well now it's to take a nap."

The demonic whispers from Laudna's messaging is getting worse. I love it.

Hondir: "Are you fucking me?"

Orym: "Why did you just slap Imogen?" Chetney: "I just didn't want her to destroy everything." Imogen: "What the hell?" Orym: "Use your words, Chet."

Oh shit, the bomb. Orym: "D'you want to send Joe a note, or ..." Matt: "You hear a bassy ... um, no."

Hondir: "You know the Verity?" Orym: "We don't know much." The group, singing: "Don't know much ..."

Chalk up another keyleth name check, then.

Fearne Calloway origin story ...

The Moontide's Crown ... yeah, that's not like ... foreboding at all.

Whoa ... is Ruidus like, I dunno, some kinda GOD? Should we be worried?

Ruidus WAS NOT THERE during the Founding? There are TWO FORGOTTEN GODS in the Pantheon?

"DM recap! How do we know Planewalker Ryn?"

OH FUCK!!! Imogen's mum is a BIG DEAL in this story!

"This is a lot. This IS a lot."

Laudna: "You can't be everywhere at once." Chetney: "You don't know that. I'm hundreds of years old."

Laudna: "We have a black hole we can put you. For like ten minutes at a time." Imogen: "It might kill you." Hondir: "I think I'm good."

YES!!! Go back to A Taste of Tal'dorei! You know you want to.

Fearne hugs her mother. And picks her pockets. And vice versa.

[sparklingsad]

title: puddle of giggles (one shot)

pairing: baji x gn!reader

genre: fluff!

request: baji with a gn s/o who finds out he’s super ticklish. He acts all tough and mighty but he's a laughing mess when he gets tickled.

a/n: thank you @daweebya for this first ask I have ever received <33 I hope you like it

tag list: open! Click here to be tagged in my works!

"Get out of here Kei!" you say with two hands struggling to push the door of your bathroom, keeping out the eager Baji off of your face.

"What? Didn't you say you wanted me to come over? Now you want me gone?" he says trying to stifle his laughs as he tries to get to you.

"This is no fair you dummy!!" you shouted back at him grabbing anything that can make you lock the bathroom door.

"I wanted you here to have fun with me! Not to tickle the hell out of me!!" you protest to your boyfriend who is trying to grab your arms from the other side.

And just like that, he was able to open the door wide and enclosed you in an embrace, your back flat on his chest, and your arms intertwined together.

"Aren't we having fun though?" he says as he pecks on your cheeks and kisses the top of your head.

You turned around and wrapped your arms around his waist as you look up at him.

"No fair Kei," you said with a pout. "You've been chasing me around this house for the past 30 minutes and all you do is tickle me to death!"

"Woah, not my fault that you look all cute looking like a giggling mess when I touch your waist" he said nonchalantly.

"I hate you," you slapped his chest.

"Nah. You love me," he said as he bopped the tip of your nose.

"Oho, I love you a'right, but you better prepare yourself Mr. Baji when we reach the day that I can get back at you," you teased.

"Try your best then," he smirks.

For the following days, all you've tried to do is to find his ticklish spot.

You tried catching him off guard and surprising him by poking a finger on either side of his waists to see if it would work -- nope it did not. He only got back at you and you ended up being the one who can't stop cry-laughing.

You even tried to sneak tickles into his armpits when he was cuddling you the other day while you're watching a movie and he did not even flinch a bit. He even called you out and he thought you were distracting him from watching.

You even offered to massage him to see if he's ticklish on the palms, the feet, and even the back of his knees! But to no avail you only tired yourself while he relaxes his stiff body to your touch.

What the fuck. This is impossible.

After a week of trying all kinds of techniques you've tried you are giving up. Honestly, you think that you could not put more effort that this and started to think of ways to just dodge him when he tries to tickle you.

Just like some of your afternoons, Baji was laying on your lap as plays some new game Mikey's told him to. He seems to enjoy it and he was so engrossed by how cool the characters are, while you just mindlessly play with his hair.

Your fingers combing through his hair, locks of luscious black hair engulfing your slender fingers within --and then you had an idea.

Slowly, you tried to part his hair into two and started to make several locks to braid his long hair. You haven't tried this before as you've loved to see his hair down and flowing. But as you start to move from the top of his head, then closing in to the nape your fingers start to graze over his neck and then he flinched.

"What are you doing?!" he immediately pulled his head and asks defensively.

"H-huh?" you ask, fingers still entwined at the loosened bunch of braids.

"Uh, no. Nevermind," he said under his breath, looking back to his phone again.

"O-oh," and that's when it clicks to you, you've hit the jackpot.

As soon as you've learned this, you have wasted no time and immediately moved closer to him

"Kei," you called him softly.

"Hm?" he only hummed in response, completely focused in his game.

And that's when you moved right beside him, sitting on the floor, one hand snaking up his chest, then into his jaw and then --

crash!

"What the fuck babe?!" he was mortified, and scared at the same time and you can see the panic in his eyes forgetting that he had thrown his phone from his surprise.

"looks like it's my time to shine now," you snicker at him and gave him a mischievous look.

As if on cue, he immediately stood up and started to back away from you not tearing his gaze from your evilish smile.

"Time to run Kei!" you teased him and you chase after him in his own home, going in room after room.

As lady luck smiles upon you, Baji trips on the wire of the fan that's been set up on the living room. The thud that signaled his demise, meant fortune for you.

Now that he's lying on the living room, you straddled on his back and started to move your fingers slowly grazing the back of his neck.

At first you thought you've been mistaken that this was his ticklish spot, but after a few more strokes you've heard stifled laughs that turned into a harsh cry-laughing when Baji finally, finally gave in to your tickling.

"Babe please!" he said in between laughs "My stomach hurts so much from this,"

"But I said the same the other day too didn't I?" you started to tickle him more than before.

"Yeah yeah I know!" he said now with tears forming in his eyes and laughs still uncontrollable and catching his breath.

"But that didn't stop you didn't it? Now perish!" you teased him and declared that this war is not going to stop anytime soon.

This went on and went for a good ten minutes with you tickling him, and him laughing himself to death, mind confused on whether to cry or to laugh from the tickles that's making his nerves crazy.

Even if he protest under your tickles, you can see his face --blush dusting his cheeks with red, his eyes forming thin arcs, and you can see his fangs peeking from the side of his mouth.

He looked blissful looking being engulfed in a puddle of giggles.

When he got the chance, he flipped over that caused you to tumble beside him.

"Gotcha!" he says and he pinched your cheeks a bit too hard.

"Hey! That hurts" you slap his hand away and rubbed your cheeks.

"That's what you get for messing with me," he ruffled your hair.

"Well, not my fault you looked better when you're a laughing mess like that," you told him knowingly he said something similar to you too.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," he rolled his eyes, but he pulled you head closer to plant a chaste kiss on your forehead.

taglist: @daweebya @hanabihwa

[hanniejji]

Modern au where maple is in 1st grade and Kazuha is in high school. And their parents aren't home so kazuha is helping lil maple with homework <33

"If you have 2 apples and if someone give you 10 more apples, how much apples do you have?"

"uh.....58?😬"

*sigh* "Let's start again"

i love modern aus hngnnhn there's just so many things you can make up with this type of au :]

kazuha's the doting kind of brother who would always volunteer to walk/pick up maple to and from school!! he's not the type of brother who would be embarrassed to be affectionate with maple in public, in fact, he'd flex his adorable little sibling like the proud brother he is!!

need help with your assignments? dw, kazuha is the most patient person and will teach you everything over and over again until you get it!! and he will buy you snacks when you get it right!! if not, he'd still buy you snacks with a pat on the head and encouraging words!!

parents can't attend your school things? no worries, he'd be there, watching you do your thing and cheering you on!

forgot your lunchbox at home? nah impossible, he walks you to school, so there's no way he'd miss that. but if by any chance that you do lost your food, dw, he's inviting you to his table with his friends and giving you half his food and treating you to some snacks from the vending machine

his classmates will welcome you too! they'll dote on you as much as he dotes on you because gndnfje you are a precious lil leaf :'>

have trouble in class? the teacher's going to excuse him from class and he'd be there as fast as the wind! he won't necessarily tolerate you if you really did something bad, but he wouldn't go overboard with the scolding either! he's so gentle about it and makes sure that you don't feel too bad or pressured, but he will make sure that you understand what you did wrong!

getting bullied? oh fuck. they better be prepared to face the wrath of an angry kaedehara who doesn't look angry but is equally scary because he smiles so menacingly and his voice drips venom literally and he will not tolerate any kind of bullying towards his maple!

neways, now i wanna write some modern big brother kazuha :(

[wilfywarfy]

Egotober/Fictober Day 3

I HAVE TO PARTICIPATE. I CAN'T JUST LET THESE FICS PASS ME BY!!!

Today's prompt: Ink

Warnings: Nothing really. Just fluff. Gay people. The usual. Yanceford deserves fluff.

"What'd you say?"

"I asked if I could draw on you!"

Wilford said it so casually that Yancy wonders if he heard him correctly. Why would Wil want to draw on him?

"Uh, sweetheart, can I ask why?"

"Oh, well, I figured since you already have tattoos, that I'd give you one of my own. Not that yours aren't lovely, because they are. And I also got this new pack of pens that have the scent on them, and I think they'd be really cool. You wouldn't even have to keep it either, I can magic it right off-"

"Hon, take a breath."

Right, breathing. Wilford deeply inhaled and exhaled, refilling his lungs with much needed air.

"I just thought it would be pretty..." He mumbled, fidgeting with the colorful pack of scented pens .

Yancy had an impossibly soft look in his eyes. As big and grand as he could be, Wil could still be so shy.

"Oh, baby, how could I say no to you?" He couldn't. "Doodle away, sweetheart, I'm all yours."

Wilfords eyes lit up, and he lunged towards his lover, placing a big ol' smooch on his lips. "Oh, thank you!"

Yancy smiled into the kiss, and a chuckle came out of his throat. "Of course, baby."

Wil opened the pack of pens, and started to decide what color he was gonna use first. "Let's see... Won't show up... Too light... Too dark... Ah!"

He pulled a light blue out of the pack, and popped the cap right off, taking a whiff of the scented ink. Blue raspberry.

"Stay still. This won't hurt, but I don't want to ruin this."

"Sure thing, baby."

He was extra concentrated on the drawing. Of course he wasn't completely serious. He was using smelly pens after all, of course he'd enjoy the scents they came with. And he couldn't stop himself from giving his partner a few good kisses. But other than that, he was focused on making sure the piece was perfect.

---

"And... Ta-da! Finished!"

The end result was... Interesting to say the least.

It wasn't horrible in the slightest, actually. It was rather good. Colorful. Cartoony. Overall... It was Wilford.

"Damn, Sweetheart... This ain't half bad! Like the colors!"

"Oh, it's nothing. I have you to think for being such a good canvas, my dear."

"Nah, this is all you, baby. And you did great."

[camaro-and-smokes]

August

Chapter 3: 8 ball

Warnings: none Tags: just fluff for this chapter

Author notes: In case someone is interested (you kinda need to to get some of the fic, sorry) some terminology for pool and 8 ball:

Cue stick = the stick you hit the cue ball with.

Cue ball = the white ball you hit the other balls with.

Pocketing = when you get any of the numbered balls into a pocket as planned.

Pockets = the pouches you try to get your balls fall into, two on each end and one on each side of the pool table.

Clearing a table = getting all your balls (7 balls + the black 8 last) pocketed by never losing a turn.

To ride a ball = hit the ball you want to pocket with another ball you’ve hit with the cue ball. You can ride as many balls you want as long as you won’t pocket the cue ball.

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"Ok, one more!" Steve groaned. "Harrington, you're just a sore loser!" Billy grinned when he took the eight ball from the pocket after clearing the table for the third time that evening. "I told you I'll beat your ass, but you didn't listen." "I thought I was good but apparently it was just a question of time when I'd meet my match," Steve smiled. "We don't have to play more. Unless you want to? Do you want another beer?" "Uh, well, I was thinking I'd drive home, so maybe I'd better have a coke." Steve tapped the cue stick against his hand nervously and bit his lip. "Ok, I'll get you one," he said and went upstairs.

When he came back, Billy was pocketing balls one by one from the oddest, impossible angles. Steve watched him, impressed. "I think I was wrong. You're, like, seriously good. As in pro-level good." Billy smiled a wide smile with his tongue trapped between his teeth, and Steve could feel himself fall for the blonde some more.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go, Steve tried to remind himself. He was supposed to be driving this train, be in charge, and yet here he was, stupidly willing to do anything and everything to keep Billy happy and smiling, close to him for just for another moment longer. Just the idea of Billy leaving at some point made his heart ache.

"Here's your coke," Steve said as he set the can on the side table. He opened his own beer and watched Billy moving around the table planning the next shot, leaning the cue stick on his hand to aim and somehow pocketing each ball he aimed for. When Billy was aiming on a ball on Steve’s side of the table, he caught Steve looking at him with the same goofy grin he'd had in the car the previous weekend. He straightened himself. "Want to learn a trick?" "Sure," Steve said and took his stick in his hand. "Nah, I don't know how tell you but I can show you," Billy said. "Leave that and come here. I'll show you how you can ride more than one ball."

Steve walked to Billy, who set the balls on the table to demonstrate the trick. "Ok, so you want to pocket number one here," Billy said pointing the ball with number one that was closest to the side pocket. "But because the cue ball is here," he pointed at the white ball behind a group of other balls, "you can't hit it directly at all. So, you have no other option but to ride a few of the other balls to pocket the one. Right?" Steve nodded. "Now, take this and aim," Billy said and gave his cue stick to Steve. When Steve leaned down to aim, Billy leaned down himself on Steve's side and pointed the balls with his finger. "It will feel odd, but you have to aim at the middle one, number four, in order to get the ride rolling. No, not there, here," he said when he saw that Steve's aim was wrong, and reached his hand over Steve's shoulder on the end of the stick to correct it. "When you hit it, it will move and hit number six, which then will pocket the one." Steve hit the cue ball, it hit the four making it roll to the side, and hit six, which in turn made number one roll neatly into the side pocket, just like Billy said would happen. Steve turned to look at Billy, who's face was just inches away from his and looking back at him, smiling. "You have the bluest eyes I've ever seen," Steve heard himself say. Billy turned his gaze away as his cheeks blushed. "I really like you," was the second sentence that fell out of Steve's mouth without him thinking. To his own horror he kept going. "And if someone hasn't been able to see how amazing you are, they never deserved you in the first place." He immediately kicked himself mentally for maybe having one too many beers that had loosened his lips.

Billy let out a breath, and the perfect moment was gone, again. He straightened himself and walked to the side table and opened his coke. He took a sip and leaned to the pool table. Steve straightened up and set the stick on the table. He knew that Billy didn't want sweet nothings, and that was exactly what he had delivered. Or that was what they must've sounded like to Billy. Steve had meant every word. A nervous silence lingered in the air. "Please, don't leave, not yet," Steve asked quietly as he walked to Billy. He brushed the side of the table with his fingers nervously. “I didn’t mean...” Billy interrupted him. "You're too good to be true," he said looking down at the floor. "Pretty rich boy who goes to some IVY league school somewhere far away. Way above my class." Steve leaned to the table next to Billy. "It's some league I guess but not IVY for sure. It's in Chicago and it's cold as hell in the winter there. I hate it." "Why are you there then?" Steve had to think for a while because no one else had ever asked him before. "Because I'm supposed to, I guess. My parents pay for it, though I don't know what they expect me to become. I don't want to study business administration." "What do you want to study then?" "Marketing. Copywriting. Graphic design. Maybe." Billy glanced at Steve. "Well, can't you change the subject then?" "I honestly don't know," Steve said. “I guess I should find out.” "Glad that I'm not the only one confused." "It sucks that we should know already now what we want to do for the rest of our lives. I don't know what will happen over the next five minutes.” Billy smiled. "So. What would you like to happen over the next five minutes?” Steve took Billy's hand and interlaced their fingers. "I just want to be with you. And do whatever you like. Lean on this table for the rest of the night. I don't care, if it just means I can be near you." Billy looked at Steve and bit his lip. "If we, you know, have...would you still want to see me again?” "Yeah, I would. A thousand times." “Would you turn me down again?” Steve shook his head slightly. "No. But I also don't want you to think that we have to have sex. I really much would like to, but only if you want to. It's not required." "Is it ok if we just hang out?" "Yeah. If you want I can lose a few more rounds of eight ball to you too." Billy laughed, making Steve smile.

They did play few more rounds, and for the first time Billy felt that he wasn't being forced to do anything on a date. Not expected to act something he wasn't, or to follow rules he could only guess, or just hook up, or worst - give out just to be left hanging afterwards. And yet Steve seemed to have fun with him. Whenever he caught Steve looking at him with the goofy grin, he smiled, and every time it made Steve mess up his turn. It made Billy happy that the flirt was so innocent. Laughing together, holding hands, brushing gently against each other when they had to walk past each other around the pool table. That was it. He had very much liked what they had done the previous weekend, but he’d had another mindset back then. He had thought it to be just another...something. Now he felt that he was allowed to be himself on a date for the very first time.

It was close to two am when Billy looked at his watch. "I guess I should go." "Ok," Steve said and collected the balls from the pockets and set them on the table. "I'll walk you out." When they got to the hall and to the front door, Billy turned to look at Steve. "This was fun." Steve smiled. "Yeah, it was. I will not forget losing almost every game tonight." "Well, someone had to put you on your place, pretty boy," Billy smiled mischievously. Steve couldn't help but to smile. He felt himself falling for Billy, hard. "Hey, listen, what are you doing tomor..." Billy interrupted Steve by taking his chin into his hand and kissing him. The kiss was gentle, at first. But it got hungrier. Soon Billy's both hands were in Steve's hair and Steve's hands under Billy's jacket, tracing the back rim of his jeans, not daring to push his hand underneath it to not to scare Billy. When Billy broke the kiss, but instead of showing signs of leaving, kept looking Steve in the eyes, Steve couldn't help but to ask: "Should we continue this...?" Billy smiled and nodded. Steve let out a shaky breath, took Billy's hand, and led him into his room.

[holdingforgeneralhugs]

Can you do a HC of Babe trying to ask someone out at the bar, and all his buddies are gassing him up to get the courage to do so, and he makes a bit of a fool of himself, but it's cute and everyone loves him and it's fluffy - oh my god I love Babe

Omg this is such a good request I love it ahahaaa I'm so excited about this because I love Disaster!Babe with all my heart 😂💕

He's bricking it. Like he keeps mumbling to himself and saying "Nah, I can't do it."

Bill smacks him on the back of the head and tells him he's an idiot.

Toye buys him a whiskey and makes him down it for Dutch courage.

"C'mon Babe," says Luz, clapping him on the shoulder, "you got this, Y/N won't be able to resist."

Babe nods to himself and takes a few deep breaths before he stands up and steels himself.

The boys grin amongst themselves as Babe walks over to you with determination.

Once he actually gets over to you he just kinda stands there and stares.

Oh, and he's absolutely sweating bullets.

He looks back at the boys who are giving him the thumbs up and nodding at him. So he takes another deep breath and approaches you.

"How you doin'?" He asks, in the most uncasual-casual voice.

"Hey Babe, everything alright?" You ask, looking up at him with those pretty eyes and his heart starts thudding.

"I uh....I was just gonna....I mean I...." He stutters, and the more he stutters the redder his face gets.

"Babe," you chuckle, "whatever it is just spit it out already before your head explodes."

"Well I...I just..." He starts again, his face getting impossibly redder, "I-just-wondered-if-maybe-you-would-like-to-get-dinner-with-me-sometime?"

You stared at him for a moment, trying to decipher what it was that he'd said because it came out in a jumble. Once you figured it out though you beamed at him

"Hell Babe, I thought you'd never ask."

Babe's eyes widened in surprise and he huffed out a relieved laugh.

Behind him the boys were cheering and giving him thumbs up, and he covered his face in embarrassment.

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[lucysarah-c]

Little ramble about Chapter 14 and the love square

While I prepare myself for tomorrow's memes and gifs out of context👀​. I wanted to ramble a bit about this chapter, in particular about love square or love triangle (some people don't count Petra's crush as part of the romantic deal).

I wanted to do that if you take Erwin's actions and dialogues to a side without the context, they do not appear "mean" or "angry". The bad connotation conversations between Y/N and Erwin have is purely set up by her mood and perspective. I do believe the only thing in common these two have from that relationship is that Y/N look at Erwin doe-eyed saying "how could you do this to me? Do you see how bad I'm doing, it's all your fault" and, it appears, that Erwin actually thinks "this is all my fault". While I didn't write Erwin's perspective from the party, how he describes it at the end is kind of "How could I hurt someone who I care about so much? she looks so much healthy and happy when I'm not around" Which is not a nice mental state, Erwin knows he fucked up but he just doesn't know how to fix it. Every single time he tries to talk to her, she's so defensive and offended that's practically impossible. We see Erwin waving the white flag multiple times or letting her get away with the last word. But at the same time, he can't help it that he loves Marie way more. A funny fact to point out, everybody is saying "Lucky Levi that Erwin is too busy to notice" because I feel like Y/N has always been (in everybody's eyes) Erwin's girl even before dating. And... let's say that Erwin himself has considered that too. What I am trying to say is that Erwin had never had to "worry about securing" Y/N because there was this implicit rule that she was already his. He doesn't expect anyone to persuade her or Y/N to give space to another man because let's be honest 🤷​ Y/N hasn't shown interest in any other man. I feel Levi's position is "easier" somehow, he doesn't have to forget another lover. He's hurt but is not on a romantic level and that's why it's so much easier for him to unconsciously take a decision or position. He has feelings for Y/N and, even if he doesn't truly accept them or understand them, Levi doesn't really have anyone else at the moment he's close. So for Levi, a person who is protective by nature, feels like taking care of Y/n is just what he has to do. Plus, I do believe not only that Levi's love language is acts of service but Levi in his mentality taking care of your girl is basically what a man does (or at least what during the period of time that the fic takes place seems likely). It's like Levi says "Look at me, I'm so much better at taking care, spoiling you and protecting you that he had ever been". Also haha I do feel Levi is secretly extremely possessive; his crush and his crush's ex-boyfriend spending the day together away from him? Nah uh, he had to mark territory even if it's indirect. The coat isn't only nice and tender considering that she's not feeling well, it's also Levi saying "hang offs! she's mine now!" Y/N... oh my poor poor Y/N. She's a mess, from suffering a mental breakdown to having to reconsider her entire morals and upbrings. But also she has her heart divided in two and that conflicts her even further. She's on bad terms with Erwin but she hasn't forgotten him yet which makes Levi's moves even harder for her. I had this thought while writing her:

"She's scared of being the Erwin's for Levi" Basically, she's scared of moving on with Levi but not forgetting Erwin completely and making Levi play her role in the relationship. The role of the person who just has to accept that they love a person who loves someone else more.

However, she starts to realise that her relationship with Erwin was really idyllic, platonic, and apotheosize. It's like "she was in love with the idea that Erwin fit into her childhood ideal of a man" than actually "in love with the real Erwin". Does that make sense? Petra, while I try to do that Petra's comments about Levi are quite accurate, her love for Levi is how Y/N's love for Erwin was. It's not real, it's just crush. She's in love with the idea of Levi, not Levi. Also, Petra as the youngest of the four is the "third wheel" you may say of the group. Nifa and Nana are "more friends" of Y/N than they are of Petra. So it's natural that they favour Y/N. Plus, it's quite obvious that Y/N is losing patience over Petra's crush because guess what? Y/N is deeply insecure about herself recently and, while she's not sure about her feelings for Levi, she feels like anyone is a competition for keeping him (including her friend) even when it's quite obvious that Levi seems to only be fancying Y/N.

[elytrafemme]

oh em gee do you have a list of cannon stims for csranboo you can share

shit dude i'll take suggestions /hj

nah but uh good question! it's hard because while writing CS i try to differentiate the different mannerisms that tubbo and ranboo have but my memory is rather bad so i can't recall which is what. as far as i'm aware cs!ranboo's canon list of stims are:

squeak stim (happened as pre-teen and younger, hasn't done since)

fidgeting (predominantly with jewelry, sleeves, shirt hems, gloves, etc.)

biting stim (minor but i've talked with Chase about cs!ranboo potentially getting a chew necklace for himself someday)

chirps etc. (once he recovers enough from events mentioned in ch 22 to start squeak stimming again, i think he starts doing more stuff :D)

those are all the ones that i can think off the top of my head that i have at least in some capacity canonized? i can't remember if I made it so that cs!tubbo plays with his hair or cs!ranboo-- i think that was a cs!tubbo & cs!tommy thing, if not just cs!tommy. there may be other stuff but the pain of a long fic is that it's damn near impossible for me to refind this stuff without sinking in a lot of time, and when it's something like his mannerisms that pop up every chapter i try to go with my gut

saving this ask as a ref for self but yeah! there are the main ones :]

[dreamsister81]

Happy anniversary Grace! Released August 23, 1994 📷 Merri Cyr

What were you aiming to achieve musically when you went in to record Grace and are you happy with the results?

Just to express, just to make a record of pure expression. Am I happy? Well...well, it's uh, it...Grace...a record that you make is something that changes and shifts and I am something that changes and shifts and I'm gonna have to really be a mature human being and say against all my sensibilities, yes, I'm pleased but I'm horribly self critical. I'm horrible. So sometimes I'll just say "oh this is the biggest piece of shit I've ever seen in my life, blah, blah, blah," but I won't...I mean, but because Mickey and Matt and Michael are on it, I can't really say that 'cause they do...I'm so proud of them. It's alright, you know, it's alright, I just can't wait til the next one. I can make a better record than Grace.-interview in Paris for Rock Rush, September 22, 1994

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The next album will probably be more joyful but this time, it was impossible...You can be cute, funny, generous, there's always the danger of a break-up in a love relationship. No one is safe. Grace, this is the album of a jealous, poor guy who just got dumped."-Les Inrockuptibles, October, 1994

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"I know the next album will be a very different kind of work—even more direct than Grace, but bigger in scope. If people were confounded by the range of the first album, they'll probably run to it as a safe haven in light of what's to come.

"I can see it now—'The amazing, beautiful disaster pastiche of Grace is totally lost in Buckley's newest work.' We haven't started recording it yet and already I'm bored with the reviews."-Now magazine, 27 Oct, 1994

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I mean, I hope people don't get too attached...no, that's impossible...hope the media and the wheels that turn don't get too attached to Grace. 'Cause you know, it's out and you know, I just want to make another one and another one and we've grown so much already, we've completely mashed that album into the ground.

Is what you're saying is you don't want them to want you to do another album like Grace? Because the next one will be different?

No, no, no, no...I mean just like...uh, yeah,you know...I don't know, what is it? I just...

You know how sometimes the company will say "oh that one was so good, so do it again"?

Nah, the company is like the least of my problems actually in that respect 'cause they know everything's growing and the people I deal with are very happy and pleased as they say in the music biz. They know where I'm coming from but it's just like in another interview...um, we've evolved, and we'll keep on evolving, I mean like radically. Like radically. And Grace is, Grace is just a completely different work unto itself, it's a box where I put things in my past that have made made my past live, in a box, away.

So you're done with certain things?

Yeah, in a way. But on to new things. It doesn't mean that I'll completely eskew, or astew, or get rid of, whatever that word is, get rid of the old things, it's just that I like the present so much.

How do you feel when you listen to those tunes and how they were recorded?

Sometimes we can't listen to 'em and sometimes we're totally in love with 'em-WDET, October 31, 1994

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The New York Times has called "Grace" the best debut record to come along since Tracy Chapman's in 1988. "I can't listen to it anymore," said Buckley, 26. "The songs have changed. I like it, but it is sort of like looking at baby pictures."-Salt Lake Tribune, November 10, 1994

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What about Grace? So many people, at least in France, the press is all unanimous, your records are selling, it's a masterpiece...what do you think about it now?

'Massively beautiful album'...somebody gave us a rush of a commercial, that was supposed to go out on the TV and I hope it doesn't make it: 'Grace, it's unanimous, blah, blah, blah...' Not that's bad, but it's just a first album and we've really grown since then and it just doesn't make sense that it seems to have this kind of impact, commercially. The people who really...you know, like...I don't know, I'm sick of magazines, I can't even buy them anymore, just tired of 'em, they don't say anything. I hope it doesn't sound like I'm whining, and maybe I am, but it's just...it's boring man, I'd rather go to the gig. Now there'll be people who will come out with something else and people will say 'obviously lacking the splenderous chaos of Grace, this new album falls short...' I can hear the reviews already and I'm totally bored. I hope that people just calm down really. Actually our fans are pretty normal, they're pretty cool, they're pretty calm about the whole thing. But the media seems to...you know, the media, the rock critics they've lambasted plenty of brilliant friends of mine which just shows me they have no taste whatsoever, and usually in most cases. Just totally destroyed people who've made great work. And then this comes along and 'this obviously is the thing,' how am I supposed to trust that? I can only trust my friends, and my band, and the people that come.-interview for Top Live in Paris, February 15, 1995

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Praise has been especially glowing in England, where the respected pop monthly Mojo named "Grace" the album of the year and Q magazine hailed it as "an enthralling, endlessly playable piece of work...the missing link between (Van Morrison's) 'Astral Weeks' and (Nirvana's) 'Nevermind.' Isn't Buckley flattered? "Of course I am," he says, shifting in his chair as if annoyed at himself for admitting it. "At the same time, I'm not 'Grace.' That album is like a brick onto itself. It's like a coffin that I put certain feelings and observations in so that they can be capsulized forever. I wanted to put them there so I would be free to move on.-Los Angeles Times, February 19, 1995

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“I just thought it should link this album to my past a little,” he said at the time. “Grace is like...a lot of this stuff ... I don't know how to describe it to you...It's just a bunch of things about my life that I wanted to put in a coffin and bury forever so I could get on with things.

"On the outside of that you can say that I find great joy in the things that are sad. That's the way emotions are in people. They fall down on you and there's no way to get out, except to go through it. There's no way you can control it, there's no essay you can write to answer yourself out of it. It just soaks you like the rain. There's nothing you can do. Then it's gone and then another comes around. But tears are not all I deal with. I'll leave that to the next album.”-Juice, February, 1996

[janiedean]

What do you think of the recent Sansa discourse? (I will catch you up) a Sansa fan said that they felt Sansa was being an asshole when she calls Jon her half-brother. And the Sansa and Jonsa fans all collectively lost their minds. They are saying that Sansa was only trying to be polite and avoid calling him bastard the way Robb and the rest of the siblings do. Personally I feel like it’s impossible to ever discuss Sansa’s growth and an arc since people are always splitting hairs to make her a saint from the beginning of the series. But I know you love both Sansa and Jon so I wondered what you actually thought about this? I can honestly see it both ways. But I am growing increasingly frustrated with Sansa fandom and the inability to discuss her growth as a person since she can never be considered as anything but 100% kind, empathetic, and perfect at all times. I feel like people miss so much of the humor that exists in her early AGOT chapters when the do this as well.

... thanks for the catch up because I had... uh... zero idea this was a discourse but anyway as yes someone who loves both my opinion would be

i don't know in what language do people need to read it but like the point is that as you say sansa has both growth and evolution as a character so downplaying whatever she said about jon before she went off to KL... makes no sense? like. the point isn't how she called him because robb did call him his bastard brother and loved him anyway so whatever, the point is the intention and if jon himself thinks she was the most like catelyn/they weren't close and sansa herself while masquerading as alayne thinks 'oh I wish I could see him again I realised how wrong I treated him'.... then she didn't treat him like her brother which is fine because that's the entire point of both their storylines in that sense? XD

like, if (as I'm pretty much sure at this point) the whole plot is 'sansa goes from vale to north with jb+sandor+an army just in time to help jon & co retake winterfell after jon comes back to life in wow' then... the point is that they meet again and they have to learn to have a healthy relationship? and the point of the first stark reunion being the two that were the least close to each other means more literary conflict?? more to explore??? like if they always were nice to each other then there's nothing to write about?? that's the point??

also like......... idk how to say it but the two of them growing to have a relationship is good for the both of them??? and it's character growth/evolution and it means at the end of it the surviving starks are closer than they were in the beginning?? like denying it or twisting it like 'ah but she was always nice to him/courteous' which a) she wasn't b) he didn't perceive like that anyway means... idk that you don't care about them having an evolving rship??

I mean like if suddenly I decided that nah jaime and brienne actually didn't dislike each other he was just being an ass and she likes that humor so they absolutely enjoyed each others's company from the beginning not only it makes no sense plot-wise but it cheapens their entire journey because learning to like each other from actually not so much is half of the fun? like... idg what you get out of it other than making the text less compelling?

also like.... if you ship it there's nothing bad in it like relationships evolve it's not like you can't ship two ppl if they didn't have a great a+ amazing rship since the beginning otherwise it's BAD which is a thing I'm seeing in fandom in general anyway and... why???? honestly as someone who does love friends to lovers and shit I find it nonsensical because rewriting thing X in order to make it look more... okay or palatable or like it was never a conflict imvho means you don't really like thing X that much? idk if I'm making sense but honestly idg why it would be such a problem if sansa actually didn't gaf about jon pre-series if you ship it XD one would presume you'd ship it because she'd grow to gaf about him or... what's the point

> I feel like it’s impossible to ever discuss Sansa’s growth and an arc since people are always splitting hairs to make her a saint from the beginning of the series I mean... you're not wrong and I'd like for people to realise that 'demonizing sansa because she did and said stupid shit when she was twelve as all 12yo do is stupid and she's not a bad person for that' and 'sansa was never absolutely perfect and impeccable from page one' are two statements that can coexist but from what I gather a lot of people just... don't care about the fact that she actually has an arc that goes places when it comes to overgrowing being a 12yo

> she can never be considered as anything but 100% kind, empathetic, and perfect at all times my problem is that people say it but then proceed to completely ignore the book canon in which she is kind and empathetic because that kindness and empathy doesn't go towards the people they want it to go to and then I have to read show truthing with ppl saying that ramsay's death was IC for sansa or the last three seasons were IC for sansa when they're not and she was everything but kind and empathetic so like...... pick and choose one because she can't be kind and empathetic but then you like instances of the show when she was everything but and honestly i feel like most of current sansa standom completely sleeps on that fact or on how she's actually kind and empathetic lmao or how she's a complex character so she has faults same as everyone in these books but like it's... not worth the discussion imvho which is why I'm sticking with the corner that's friendly with the two ships for her I have and bye because honestly in between that and ppl deciding that she's the main character I can't anymore, and I'm saying it as someone who doesn't have a single main character in her top five so let's please get out of the way that it's because I don't want her to be or anything XD

tldr: I feel like with this fandom lately it's impossible to discuss sansa sticking to the text and I think this discourse makes no sense because denying sansa didn't gaf about jon doesn't make their relationship more compelling (and that goes with... turning any other rship either of them has into abuse™ like in order for those two to be shipped whichever way you like jonygritte and jond*ny don't have to be abusive rships and you can not describe sandor and tyrion as the worst™ that ever happened to say one but that's another problem we're not getting into now) and like... I don't know maybe it's me having picked the trash faves with the lamp as we say here but if I started retroactively deciding that theon in acok was really a nice dude or that jaime never did anything nasty in his life or that robb never was an ass to people because of badly managed anger then like... idk they wouldn't be the people I like? *shrug* honestly I don't understand and there's nothing bad in saying my fave#1 was an ass to my fave#2 but now they changed and they'll get better??? idk if you told me 'do you wanna read the fic where they actually like each other from the get-go' I'd say OKAY IT'S A FANFIC LET'S SEE HOW YOU DO IT but it's a fanfic it's not canon so X°D

people ignore the whole of sansa's agot chapters anyway because they're not convenient to half of the points they wanna make (I mean she and jeynep are also not exactly great to arya either but XDDDD) and they ignore the main point of her sl so at this point nothing surprised me but I just wish ppl didn't bend over backwards to make characters whatever they want because... they have to be moral or perfect™ and that's where I'm stopping X°D

then if you want mvho about the actual question is that whether sansa meant to be polite or not (which I don't think is the heart of the matter) the point is that she didn't care about jon as a sibling the way the others did and he didn't feel close to her either and the fact that his other siblings said he was their bastard brother and he still felt closer to them than with her means it's splitting hair over linguistics when the point is the intent and like... they weren't close, dot, which is entirely okay because the entire point is that they have to become close when they meet again X°D so idg what's the big deal about this but here you go X°D