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comfortless · 1 month

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would König ever agree to be a sugar baby? 🤔 most people write him as the rich one in the relationship so I'm curious if the dynamic can be reversed

you’re calling to my weakness of König being taken care of for once here…!! cue König being the absolute worst sugar baby that has ever existed (lovebombing!). implied age gap (König is maybe 24-26 here, reader is anything above), porn mention, masturbation, slightly suggestive but mostly fluff. minors do not interact.

Begrudgingly, a younger König probably would.

He isn’t sure how these relationships even work. There’s plenty of money in his bank accounts, he’s got a decent enough apartment, a car, (some) clothes that aren’t riddled with holes or tears... Hell, there isn’t even really anything that he wants. His curiosity only begins to spike the second his thumb stops its scrolling, lands on a picture of her, and his world comes to a grinding halt.

The woman in the photo is the most gorgeous, sweet creature he has ever lain eyes upon. Just the image of her smiling softly at the camera, her hands placed in her lap whilst she’s seated on a couch is enough to send his heart hammering. She doesn’t look the part of some vapid, cruel thing he had anticipated on a site like this. No, the woman only looks gentle, her eyes are even a little sad… She's all alone, her bed is cold, and König is already hard at the thought of how this could go if he had just a little luck in his corner.

He makes the decision to message her without thinking. It’s late, she probably wouldn’t even see it until morning, and he doubts a woman this cute would want to bother with him anyway.

A polite, articulate: hey do you wanna fuck

Followed by: you don’t even have to pay me XD

He settles for pulling up some porn video with the faces just out of frame, jacks off to the hypothetical of it being she and him one day and falls asleep with his phone on his chest and come stains in his boxers.

There’s nothing about him that’s deserving of this woman’s time nor her response, but he wakes to the chiming of his phone and a sweet message from her anyway. One in which she asks him if he would like to meet for drinks so that they can talk, she clarifies that she will pay, and even tells him that she thinks he’s handsome.

Handsome. Something only his oma had called him when she patted him on the cheek as a boy.

His response is insistent, demanding almost, when he suggests that she come to him, meet immediately that same day. Who cares if it’s only afternoon by the time she arrives, he could go for a beer and a sweet, tight pussy at any hour, doesn’t hold himself back from telling her this either while he grins at his phone like he’s possessed - all teeth and wild eyes.

There’s a part of him that believes this woman will be scared off, stand him up entirely and block his account, but to his surprise, she does actually show up. She’s there before even he arrives, seated in a booth at the back of the bar with his order and her own placed neatly on the table in front of her.

His chest feels too tight when he places himself across from her, all cockiness diminished in light of something he hasn’t felt since he was two feet shorter and more than a decade younger.

He’s fucking petrified.

His to-be-sugar-mommy eases him with her softspoken voice, going over the less than rigid terms of their agreement and praising his looks as well as his ability to handle his alcohol.

She isn’t asking for sex, just someone to care for. She tells him that he’s beautiful, while he feels like a smear on the pavement in comparison to her. And fuck. He isn’t handling his alcohol well at all, he’s just nervous and needs to keep his hands and his mouth busy, because all he wants to do is bend this adorable woman who compares his ugly face to that of an archangel’s over this table and fuck her like a stallion, spit such filth into her hair that no amount of repentance could ever make her feel clean again.

He can’t. He can’t when she suggests in that same cooing voice that she take him shopping for boots that are less scuffed, offers her hand to him as though it’s natural for a lady so ethereal to tether herself to a beast. Her hand is so dainty and cold, whereas he feels like a boiler on the cusp of bursting the second their fingers slot between one another.

His head is a mess of thoughts, memories of being dragged by the collar to attend services with his oma where he never prayed. Shit, maybe he should start, because surely he has someone or something to thank for this, for her.

Their first date becomes the strangest ordeal of his life as she seats him on a bench and helps him to try on boots as though he were only a boy who didn’t yet know how to tie his laces. She even kneels before him and ties them up herself before placing his foot back on the store’s floor; doesn’t even comment on the obvious hole in his sock or the awkward, longing way that he’s staring at her, only presses her chin to his knee and smiles up at him with so much affection he thinks he might actually pass out for a moment. She buys the ones he likes, three pairs of them, and doesn’t even bat an eye at the price.

That’s when he decides it’s all too much: he tells her that he can buy his own stuff, that he doesn’t need her to do it or tie his shoelaces or anything because he’s a man, after all. He should be showering her in flowers and soft dresses, paying for her nails and hair dye.

His lady only laughs and asks if he wants to come home with her, he doesn’t have to stay, just sit with her for a bit. So… he follows her home like a sulking shadow, hovering just behind her lost entirely in his head. He had barked at her like a rabid dog and she still brings him back to her place, strokes her thumb against the back of his hand, offers him little smiles of assurance when he goes completely silent.

He wants to hate it, wants to tell her something dirty and toss a stack of cash her way when she opens her door for him. Instead, he finds his head in her lap while she pets his face, running the tips of her fingers over every scar.

Her compliments are the most ridiculous, beautiful things that he’s ever heard, ranging from outright calling him her angel to telling him that he’s charming, that the scars are pretty… He loves every second spent with her like this, with each soft brush of her fingers as they pet the top of his head down to his neck, the way she hums some pleasing song to him when she massages at his shoulder.

He’s never been pampered or coddled like this before, and it feels good. The boner threatening to tear its way out of his pants isn’t something he’s proud of this time; he only wants this sweet little fairy to feel as comfortable as she’s making him.

Maybe he could do that if she let him pull up her skirt and make love to her: he could be gentle if he tried, play with her hair and her clit while he slowly spears her open until she’s pliant and panting, take it slow until she comes around his cock and her pussy calls him to utterly defile it as well as the rest of her. There wouldn’t be a part of her left untouched.

When she asks to be held instead, he swears he’s getting all of that and then some: she puts herself right in his lap, her chest to his and her legs parted just enough to straddle his hips. Her head tips forward against his shoulder as his fingers dance across her back, squeezing at her hips before smoothing back up her sides. She’s so soft… the most pleasing thing he’s ever touched, smoother than gunmetal and the flat of a blade. The way she smells is even sweeter, like spiced tea and blooming flowers.

She doesn’t even slap him when he bucks upward against her pussy, grinds the throbbing bulge in his pants against the place that she’s warmest. No, she only kisses his cheek and tells him what a wonderful day she’s having, what a gentleman he is even if he knows that part is certainly a lie.

Her breasts are soft in his hands when he finds the courage to squish them, against his cheek when she guides his head down to her. She pets his hair, tells him how she’s always wanted to hold a man like this… that she’s been waiting for someone exactly like him for longer than she even knows.

She even laughs when she asks, “You think that I’m pathetic, don’t you?”

All thoughts of just getting a good fuck out of this woman die someplace beneath his skull. Who would ever even think to call someone so lovely and kind pathetic? He couldn’t imagine it, couldn’t imagine ever doing anything more than protecting her fragile little heart and letting her stroke at him like an overgrown kitten, not anymore.

“Nein… no…”

He swears he could almost see tears in her eyes when she shoots him a glance then. Appreciative, contented tears that he prays she won’t shed. He’s a man, he’s not going to cry, but… fuck, he might if she did right now. Everything feels so doughy and warm, cotton candy and summer rain when his grip around her tightens to pull her in even closer.

She wipes away those unshed tears as she nuzzles against his cheek, slowly rubs her nose there and leaves a trail of kisses up to his temple. His mind is devoid of anything but outright infatuation, some impromptu dedication. He would tell her right now he loved her and know wholeheartedly that he meant it, but love isn’t in the agreement.

His lady only just wants to give herself away for nothing in return, not for a dick to make her cry or his own money layering her pockets; she just wants to pretend he’s her own personal angel, bury him in all the love and gifts she’s never been able to give to anyone else.

He watches her when she falls asleep curled up in his arms, takes in the way she smiles even in dreaming when her soft breaths break up the quiet. He presses his mouth to hers until her eyelids flutter and her breath catches in her little throat. She wakes to the kiss and only reciprocates it with the same softness she’s displayed with every prior action.

Her lips part to take him in, and she doesn’t even moan when he laps into her mouth with a grunt. There’s no lust in this for her: only the most senseless adoration, all love and tenderness, the things he’s yet to properly learn.

She tastes like vanilla and honey, her tongue yields beneath his own… and finally he pulls himself away, staring into her eyes like he might find a treasure there, as if he wasn’t already convinced that every part of her wasn’t something divine and holy.

“Do you have any others?,” he asks, devoid of any trepidation.

There’s not a care in the world of how she might view him. He’s convinced, certain that whatever he’s feeling has to be mutual. There are butterflies fluttering like the gentlest tornado in the pits of his stomach, and just by the wounded look she gives him then he just knows she must feel them too.

“Only you.”

“Gut… gut.”

There’s another kiss, one that is initiated by the both of them and steals all breath from his lungs. It’s not her harboring tears this time, but him who feels the dull sting, separates from her and turns his head away to rub at his face. He knows that he’s the pathetic one now, burdened down with the thought that he’s head over heels for a woman for just treating him as if he deserves anything at all.

Damn her for the way she readily reaches for him to pull him back in, to kiss at the outer corner of his eye and tell him in such a quiet way that she knows… In just a day she’s noticed him more than anyone, given more than anyone.

When he guides her back towards his mouth with a firm hand at the nape of her neck, could he really be faulted for whispering a confession? “Ich bin in dich verliebt,” spoken nearly inaudibly before he shuts her up with his lips over hers.

There’s no need for an answer, he knows the agreement had nothing to do with love. She wouldn’t accept his money in turn, but maybe a heart would suffice. He promises he’ll send her letters each time he’s deployed between mashing his mouth against her own, swears he will come running back to her when those greedy kisses slip down to her jaw. This sweet dove only laughs and squirms in his lap, tells him she would love to see him any time before he shushes her again.

Shouldn’t sweet things like this know not to feed a stray?

#könig x reader #konig x reader #Kö saying ‘i love you’ way waaay too early is entirely self satisfying for me ^^#he would still want to buy things for her instead probably play the role of some rough tough alpha male #but secretly every time she’s snuggled up to him he’s in shambles trying to control his breathing and not propose on the spot

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kitybur · 9 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 | 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜𝐰𝐡𝐲

⌦ in which you, your silly friends and silly boyfriend move in together & what i think would happen.

— warnings: gn!reader, craziness, fluff, swearing

| can you write some headcannons abt how y/n would be with the rest of the group! or how the group would react to isaac and y/n hehe ANYWAY THANK U SM , love all of your content |

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• to start off, i think we can agree that living with the boys would actually be HELL.

• like you’d have to be scrubbing the house top to bottom after filming a groupchat video. but for the sake of this, let’s ignore the bad side 🤗.

• the boys would definitely love you, and treat you like their sibling (everyone but isaac ofc). they would probably be a little overprotective of you, but that’s them showing they care.

• you’re getting ready for a party? when and where. someone’s making you uncomfortable? who needs to step in. you feel me??

• these men would never fail to make you laugh if you were having a bad day. like if you had a bad day at school or work, they would instantly have you in cackles.

• they always make sure they try to include you. if you weren’t a streamer, they would make sure that you get some screen time if you like to be on film. if you don’t, they make sure that you at least go on adventures with them (especially willy vlogs)

• okay independently tho.. i feel like softwilly would be the one to include you in most things (if you weren’t a streamer like we just established). idk he looks like the type of person who wouldn’t want to leave anyone out or behind. if you were a streamer, he’d still try to include you on recordings.

• yumi definitely would not give two shits im ngl 😭 he does his own thing so i feel like he just wouldn’t bother with you (in the nicest way possible) if you didn’t want to hang out or go film a vlog. but he’s definitely like one of the funniest people when you get to know him so he’s basically your main bitch when you’re sad.

• larry would definitely be your best friend. he’s got such a sweet personality that you’d instantly click and just do stupid shit together. like you’d play loud music at four in the morning and wake everyone up because you saw a tiktok dance you wanted to try ☠️ i just feel like larry would be easy to get along with.

• along with larry, i also feel like grunk would be easy to get along with. you’d both go out shopping since he’s lowkey got drip and you’d bond over it. i feel like if grunk got close enough to you, he’d ask to watch spongebob together. whether it’s over discord or irl. it’s a special moment y’all get to have to hang out.

• tanner would be your workout buddy. he’d make sure that he spots you and vice versa, and make sure that you aren’t breaking your bones doing a new workout. if you don’t workout, he’d be your horror game buddy. tanner would even just have you in the room because he gets jumpy. and if he gets too pissed off he’d make you play. and just constantly grab your shoulders to scare you.

• and lastly, we have isaac. in this case, isaac is your bf and lord he would be the best boyfriend. 🙏 like he’s actually super tall and muscular that he would give GREAT hugs. bro and the best cuddles. literally could crush you and that’s lowkey hot 🫡.

• but no, isaac would definitely be your muse. he’s definitely got that golden retriever type vibe, maybe slight black cat. isaac would be the best at massages. idk why that came to my head. i feel like with his large hands he’d be able to give great back or shoulder massages.

• isaac would buy you a bunch of shit, like he does for the house. it could be something totally stupid and he’d be like “but it’s useful in so many ways” or “it’s cute!” when it’s really fucking ugly but you’d never tell him that.

• you WILL constantly hear gagging sounds from the rest of the members whenever you and isaac are in mere 2 feet of each other. mostly from yumi and softwilly. but it’s all jokes! most the time..

• they will also make kissing sounds when you two walk out of isaac’s bedroom and ask if you used protection. even if you have literally just woken up.

• larry and tanner would recreate any lovey dovey thing you guys do, but make it 10x more funnier. any photo y’all post together, they copy it and tag you both.

• ^^ stop tell me you can’t see that happening 😭😭

• grunk would be the supportive bsf but will threaten isaac if he takes you away when you’re supposed to watch spongebob together.

• overall, i think living with them would be such a hassle, but if you plan it right it may be fun. if you love cleaning and screaming children at midnight, this is right up your alley ‼️

• ‘kay but y’all gotta agree that living with them would actually be so fun cause they’re funny and have an amazing time doing actually anything. like they could make any regular night into an eventful night that would end in the kitchen a mess, empty cans in the floor and bodies sleeping anywhere they can find comfortable.

• and those are our youtubers/streamers 🥹

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a/n: okay pls tell me if you agree or disagree with any of these cause i was just going off the top of my head but i wanna hear what y’all have to say about it too! i didn’t really know what to write for this so it’s all based on my opinion and how i see it. i hope this fulfills your request!

#the group chat #isaacwhy #isaacwhy x reader #isaacwhy youtube #the groupchat podcast #bigtstreamingservice #isaacwhy x you #the group x reader #larrycroft #softwilly #grunk #yumimain

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velteris · 3 months

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I’ve seen a fair amount of posts complaining about this arc in Frieren and… we are all entitled to our own opinions etc which is why I will be launching into a Defense of Frieren’s Exam Arc :) Keeping it manga spoiler free since it seems like most of these complaints are from anime-only viewers.

For me the main draw of this arc is the world building. We’ve spent all this time with Frieren and Fern as our main perspectives on magic. Because it’s Frieren, the magics we’ve been hearing about have mostly been a little silly and sweet. But now we’re finding out that 1) “mage” is largely still a combat designation, and 2) Frieren and Fern are actually incredibly jack-of-all-trades when it comes to their magic repertoire. The “magic is visualisation” part is starting to be really leant into and we’re seeing more humans as well who seem to specialise in one magic (steel flowers, rocks, clones, ice and water…) It’s cool!! It’s objectively cool! I love being able to see this range that we wouldn’t have had otherwise! Also it’s fucking fantastic to see how much of a BEAST Fern really is when compared to other human mages. And she doesn’t even seem that aware of it.

Coupled with that is being able to see different people’s philosophies toward magic. I think a lot of viewers are kind of down about the sudden huge influx of side characters who they don’t really care about. But these philosophies—Land’s maximum wait-and-watch, Wirbel and Ubel’s vastly different approaches to killing—keep expanding the world and highlighting Frieren and Fern’s own perspectives. It’s soooo good seeing them react to situations not of their own making and people not of their own kind.

We get to see human society that isn’t a village in the middle of nowhere! We get to see Frieren being forced to socialise! We get to see Fern away from her emotional support elf! We get to see how society has changed since the demon king was defeated! I love that Himmel and co ushered in an era of peace, which it is, and yet the world is still full of conflicts. Truly the story continues after the hero is finished.

To address a few specific complaints I’ve seen brought up:

Frieren isn’t about all these nonstop shounen fights.

Agreed! Which is why it’s cool as hell that Frieren’s main badass shounen strategy is “sit very still for 10 hours”. That aside? There actually hasn’t been much actual fighting. You could probably count up the minutes in which actual spells are being cast and it’ll be something like 2 minutes max in the latest ep20. And that’s because it’s not about who beats who, it’s about the philosophies, the worldbuilding, the ways of thinking about magic. This is not a power-measuring contest, much as Genau would like to make it. And the random lucky draw-ness of the Stilles only plays further into that. It is possible to pass this exam without coming into conflict with others, and certainly without battles to the death. It hasn’t ever been about the shounen fights.

The good part of the show was about the delicate melancholy and that’s totally missing here.

I agree that it’s one of the strong points. But the thing with the melancholy is that it only works when juxtaposed against other moments. A story that’s composed of a bunch of unlinked wistful slice-of-life episodes will eventually fall apart because it has no momentum, no driving force. And ten years to Ende is too long to go without at least some conflict. Also, again, ten-hour bird meditation session?

Anyway, there’s melancholy, but how sad it would be if there was nothing but introspection and wistfulness. Frieren is bringing the memories of Himmel forward with her into the future. That means she has to be moving forward, forging new relationships with unrelated people, going into situations that she hasn’t been in before. A Frieren stuck in the past would be against the themes of the show, of remembering and yet moving on.

Why should I care about them spending ages trying to catch a bird?

You don’t like Stille? 🐤 fweet?

Actually I care lots about this funky thing. Indestructible and goes supersonic fast. That’s fucking hilarious. Bird that simply cannot be contained. Genau is a dick for setting up this kind of exam when, Your Honour, my client Stille does not deserve to be imprisoned.

Too many irrelevant side characters who it’s hard to care about, and they’re gonna be thrown away at the end anyway.

Again, it’s the worldbuilding. And also, mild spoilers for stuff that won’t be covered in the anime, but at least one of these side characters does come back and we get more delicious main character development as a result. Though frankly many of these characters are deeply compelling and interesting to me so I don’t rly get this complaint. Give me more Lawine.

Where’s Himmel? What do these exams have to do with the hero party? Frieren is good because of the links to the past.

Frieren is good because of the links to the past, which affect how Frieren responds to the present. The whole point of Frieren is that Frieren’s life continues. And through her new experiences, she comes to understand and reconnect to the emotions she didn’t realise she felt about her past. I don’t care what Himmel would think of the mage exams, I care what Frieren thinks of them now. And the answer is that she doesn’t really give a damn but she’s in here anyway because Fern strongarmed her into it, and then she was forced to adopt two more kids along the way, and all of that is something she never would have done if she was still hermiting in the Central Lands. Somehow we are still getting Himmel flashbacks anyway? So? He’s still haunting the narrative guys. Just because Frieren isn’t saying “that’s what Hero Himmel would do” out loud in these circumstances doesn’t mean his ghost isn’t here.

Even so, Frieren clearly recognises the name Serie. Do not fear. There is going to be more about links to the past.

I miss Stark.

Fair enough. It’s okay, he’s just on vacation rn. Having an appy juice.

It’s taking too long. The arc is too slow.

It’s only been three episodes… I’ve seen people going “it’s already been three episodes!” but what? Really? Is that considered an excessive amount of time now?? Given the amount of story covered I think it’s quite reasonable? There’s still 8 episodes to go in which we cover the remaining exam stages. Have some patience like Frieren. The payoffs are being set up; they’ll resolve before the end of the mage exam arc. In the meantime, let’s enjoy theorising about the soft magic system and hollering for full auto Fern.

#frieren #sousou no frieren

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onesidedradiostatic · 1 month

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Personally, I think both Vox and Lucifer are hot as fuck. But as a chronically online iPad baby with a fondness for tv head people, I feel I have an obligation.

Now if we can look in-universe for a second and realize that Alastor is very likely not the ONLY sexy man in Hell, I feel like Vox is likely to have a few admirers he isn’t even aware of due to the difference in status. Or maybe he’s aware they exist but wouldn’t recognize them on the street unless they noticed him first and he Knew what their giggling and squealing and blushing faces meant. Lucifer, on the other hand, has been kind of a shut in due to depression. He has potential but isn’t there on account of sad boi. Meanwhile Vox has probably gone on TV doing some light fan service to boost his ratings. Nothing too far, nothing Val would suggest! But y’know, he did a cruise ship kinda outfit during Stayed Gone, implying there’s oceans in Hell and that implies beaches and it’s not like wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks and some sandals would be out of place if he decided to do a beach-themed episode of anything…

I actually can't really say if I find either of them hot I'm just more attached to vox that's why I want him to win against lucifer. I have already spoken in favour of him though so I have to double down on defending the tv head thing (and anyways choosing the more normal head sounds boring. y'all are boring. we are on tumblr. sexymen are supposed to be weird and have a questionable aspect to them. I will keep saying it! idc how obsessed with ducks lucifer is he is too normal!!!)

ANYWAYS. vox having like. canon thirsters would not surprise me. he would thrive off having admirers but at the same time he wouldn't care about them because they're nothing special to him. but he thrives off attention so he enjoys it. I feel like he's on social media enough to at least be somewhat aware of it. he'd act smug about it but ultimately gotta be more of a freak to be his type. lucifer... I mean I'm sure there's some out there but most sinners seem to hate hell's royalty LMAO they're like so mean about charlie already. lucifer definitely isn't aware of his own fanbase at ALL he's been completely shut in and disconnected from the sinners. also vox doing fan service for views? I could kinda see that but also, he literally wears clothes under clothes in stayed gone... he may do it for ratings but at the same time I'd also see it as a result of a val-encouraged thing LMAOOO

#ask #osrs.txt #this is the part where I type while half asleep and become unsure if anything I say makes sense #btw I feel like when I say a character is “hot” it may not be in the same way some others do #they are hot as in I would not want to do anything to them but their characters just entice me in a certain way #or some expression they made spoke to me idk #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox

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lanabuckybarnes · 1 month

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Tha gaol agam ort.

This was originally a drabble, now it’s probably a mediocre one shot but the words kept coming and my fingers kept typing.

I just wanted an excuse to boast that I’m Scottish lol. I hope you enjoy. There should be a rough translation with every word or phrase but if I’ve missed any let me know!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Scottish! Female reader

Trigger Warnings: Swearing is all! Unless you count the use of Y/N as one. Also I call Scots a dialect once, please don’t come for me my people.

Word Count: 1.9k (oh my god it’s over 1000 words!!!)

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When Bucky had first met Y/N, he had no clue what she was saying but the confusing phrases and silly placement of random words she intrigued him. Originally just her speech had him interested but it wouldn’t stay like that.

It was only after 4 months of getting to know her, speaking to her almost everyday, whether she was happy, sad or drunk until Bucky had been confident enough to say he understood what she was saying. Most of the time.

The others though, they hadn’t a clue.

It was winter, the temperature dropping rapidly each day. The crime didn’t stop. Bucky and Y/N had just finished their patrol, thoughourly soaked to the bone from the unrelenting rain.

The doors to the elevator opened on the communial floor, Y/N popping out first with a grumpy Bucky, looking akin to a soggy cat following behind.

“Fuck me it’s baltic out there like” the thick accent boomed across the living area, the others looked at her in confusion. Bucky gazed at their bewildered faces, sighing.

“She said it’s cold”. At the translation they all gave a variation of agreement, they were thankfully Bucky had spent a lot of time around her. They needed a translator, and he needed a girlfriend.

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Lover boy. Sam had started calling him around HQ and it stuck, much to Bucky’s bemusement and confusion. He didn’t see the heart eyes he’d gaze at Y/N with, after all. ‘They were just too lazy to learn’, he said to himself, pummeling shot after shot into the thick punching bag.

“Careful lover boy, you’ll knock the stuffing out of it” Sam quipped, entering the gym, his skipping ropes hung loosely over his shoulder.

“Lover boy” Bucky repeated lowly whilst sending a vicious right hook into the leather, he was thinking of Sam’s face. The nickname tasted disgustingly bitter on his tongue, Sam just laughed.

‘Lover boy? What the hell kind of name was Lover boy anyways?’ A deep scowl settling itself onto his features as he thought. He almost didn’t hear the gym door squeak open again.

“Ooft, don’t look in the fridge you’ll turn the milk sour” She giggled at her own joke. ‘Very funny Y/N’ Bucky mused in his head. His scowl worsened, if it was even possible but he failed to repress the small blush at the sound of her chuckles.

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Bucky had been stuck on those words all day. The the nickname never failed to leave his head after any one of the group called him it, the foul mood it brought following it as well. The only person Bucky hadn’t chewed the head off of was Y/N. Which the others weren’t particularly surprised about.

Watching a grown man shovel cereal into his mouth was probably the most interesting thing Y/N had ever seen, sorcerers and aliens be damned. The conversation she was having with Nat and Sam fading in and out of her mind in favour of watching Bucky chew violently, throughly slaughtering the wheat O’s.

“What do you think?” Nat asked, a smile playing on her lips. She’d caught her staring at Bucky, again.

“Huh?”

“About love, Sam thinks that everyone has a soulmate but I’m not so sure. What say you?” Nat clarified, leaning forward on her chair.

“Well my granny used to say, ‘What’s fur ye, will no go by ye’ so I suppose that’s my stance” She smiled at Nat who’s jaw had dropped in utter confusion.

“Hey lover boy, translate that” Sam shouted over to Bucky, his icy gaze turned in the direction of the trio. Allowing himself to linger a little too long on Y/N’s soft features.

“Hey!” Clicking his fingers at Bucky, Sam directed his attention back to the conversation.

“She said what’s for you won’t go by you. It means if you are bound to get something you will get it”. His features turned almost deadly “and click your fingers in my face again and you’ll get what’s coming for you”

“Ok, ok. Keep the heid” (calm down) she interjected, her small hand coming up to rest on the metal of Bucky’s shoulder , her soft fingers grazing over the sensitive skin at the edge. Such a simple gesture shouldn’t have caused his heart to flutter in the way it did.

As soon as Y/N had disappeared, Nat following behind, Bucky cornered Sam in the kitchen.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” He questioned. Sam picked up on the threatening tone laced through his voice.

“Calling you what man?” He chuckled back, trying to act innocent but he crumbled, laughing at the tension.

“Lover boy.”

The sound of Bucky’s angry voice saying those words had Sam buckled in two. He laughed hard, his palm slapping against his thigh as he propped himself up with the other.

“You don’t think we haven’t seen those looks, for a grumpy old man you sure do give her the heart eyes” Sam spoke once his fit of giggles subsided.

“Banner ‘hypothosised’ you were falling in love the first time you translated for her. Not a single person in this building knows what she’s saying except you, it’s not friendship that’s making you want to learn”

Bucky’s faced was flushed red, from anger or embarrassment at being caught out? he had no clue. Probably from both.

“Steve is the least laziest man I know and even he couldn’t learn, he tried many times” Sam explained. Bucky remebered the few occasions Steve had grabbed him by the shoulder or wrist, asking what the misspelled phrases or words in his little red book had meant, phrases you’d said to him that flew over his head. Sam was right.

“Steve also had 10$ on you having a crush on her” Sam let slip, tucking in his lips as soon as the words escaped.

“You’re taking bets on me!” He hissed

“Come on man, how could we not. It was Tony’s idea” Sam was trying to save his own ass by pushing others under the bus.

“I cannot believe you” Bucky snapped before turning on his heel, he’d deal with Sam later. Right now he had to relax. His feet moved on their own, seeking out a familiar room.

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Her door rattled, its hinges threatening to break if they were shuddered any longer.

“Alright keep your hair on I’m coming” she exclaimed, rushing from the bathroom with a pale green facial mask painted on her face.

“Bucky! w-what are you doing here?” She asked, embarrassment filling her body at the thought of her appearance.

He didn’t say a word, pushing past her and flopping down on her bed in a way a huffy toddler would flop to the floor if they didn’t get their own way.

“Ok then” she mumbled to herself, taking a seat next to his sprawled out body.

“Who shat in your cereal?” A normal thing for her to say, he knew she was only asking what was up. Even if her tone was a little mocking.

“Sam”.

“Oh how did I guess?” Laughing at her own words as she lay back beside Bucky, her head unintentionally resting against his inner arm.

He thought of moving, thought of whipping his arm to his side but the soft hair slightly tickling his flesh was grounding him. Allowing the anger to dissipate from his body.

“You know they keep calling me lover boy” He stated. ‘Lover boy?’ She thought. ‘Why lover boy?’.

“Why lover boy?” She asked, the question mimicking his thoughts from earlier.

“Well that’s what I asked Sam. I didn’t like his answer, not that it was much of an answer” Bucky responded, although Sam had told him bluntly he didn’t feel comfortable enough to repeat it to her.

He turned his head to watch her soft features try to determine the answer of her own question, she hadn’t even noticed his sapphire eyes watching her. With those same heart eyes that Sam had mentioned.

Gazing lovingly into the side of her head. His pupils dilated, watching every twitch of her brows, every time her eyelashes brushed against her cheek as she blinked. Every time her pink tongue peeked out to wet her plush lips.

Oh my god! Sam was right. He hadn’t just learned her dialect because of genuine interest in the meaning, but because of his interest in her.

He pulled his body up suddenly, her head flopping against the bed causing her to squeak in surprise.

“Gonnae no dae that!” (Don’t do that!) She yelped in surprise, the accent coming through thicker than ever but Bucky was far too focused on his own thoughts.

“Bucky?” She sat up as well, leaning forward almost comically to catch a glance of his frustration streaked face.

“Are you alright?” ‘Fuck that accent was distracting’ he thought. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t keep his feelings bottled up, he didn’t want to lose Y/N as a friend but the longer the feelings festered the worse they got felt to keep hidden.

“No. I can’t do this anymore Y/N, I can’t be around you everyday, I can’t watch movies together, I can’t drink with you anymore. I can’t do anything with you anymore. Not until I’ve said what I have to say” Bucky exclaimed. He was sure he sounded angry to her but after all the pent up frustration as a result of having to keep himself from smashing his lips against hers had built up to its boiling point, he was hoping she’d understand.

“What the hell is going on?” She sounded crestfallen, the words breaking her heart. Had she said or done something wrong? Offended him in some way?

“I have spent too much time together with you, as friends. I can’t keep denying my feelings anymore, it’s hurting me physically to hold myself back. I’m borderline insane because I have to contain my thoughts of you” He took a deep breath, looking everywhere but her wide eyes.

“I love you, I have done so for a while. I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same, I mean I’m a horrible person. The things I did as the Winter Soldier to you, to everyone I’m surprised you even consider me a frie-“

He didn’t get the chance to finish his rant before she’d pulled him towards her. Stealing his lips away from his words selfishly.

The realisation of what exactly was going on clicked, he acted quickly, pulling her close. Almost too close to his own large frame. He groaned into her mouth at the feeling of her long nails scratching his scalp lightly.

His tongue poked against her mouth, fighting for dominance against her own when she let him in.

He’d never imagined he’d feel a kiss like this, not ever again but here it was. If he could’ve, he would’ve died of asphyxiation right then and there. She pulled away first, her breath heavy against his swollen mouth and reddened face.

“You’re an eejit” (idiot) She beamed, pecking his lips again.

“Tha gaol agam ort” she whispered, as if anything louder would scare him and his thoughts of her away.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, he knew a lot of phrases but this one had him stumped. She noticed the confusion in his features.

“It means I love you” she explained, tucking a loose strand of his soft brunette hair behind his ear.

“I love you too” he replied, mustering up all the passion he felt for her and squeezing it into those few words. Her eyes widened slightly, a laugh bubbling up from her throat. She tried covering her mouth but he pulled her hand away.

“What? What is it?” He smiled as well. Her giggles setting off bubbling fireworks in his abdomen.

“You have my face mask all over you”

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Ahhh, im actually proud of this. Even if it was a little selfish of me to write one with this topic.

AND it’s over 1000 words which is a big deal considering I can’t seem to stay focused for 2 minutes. I can’t wait to never write something as good as this again lol

I hope you enjoy x

#bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #marvel #james bucky barnes #beefy bucky fluff #marvel mcu #mcu bucky barnes

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How slashers would react to their s/o getting bullied.

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Warnings: gore, blood, harmful words/actions,kinda corny, cursing ,comfort, fluff. NO SMUT OR NSFW

Slashers!- Jason Voorhees, Brahms heelshire, Micheal Myers,and Billy Lenz.

Enjoy my children💕

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Micheal myers

He would normally be out killing. Depends if it’s night or day, but mostly he’s killing at night.

If the bulling is online, I feel like Micheal would just stare. After about 1 minute he would stab the computer, laptop, phone, iPad, or whatever the fuck y’all have. BUT I FEEL LIKE SINCE HES AN OLD ASS MAN HE WOULDNT KNOW ABOUT IT.. that’s why he would stab it-😭

Since it’s online Micheal wouldn’t exactly know which country it is. But if it’s in his town.. WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKIE.. WHEN I CATCH YOU..- (if you don’t get the reference he’s gonna find them and kill them💀)

Micheal usually doesn’t give a shit for anyone and you just stab and ask questions later. (He has not questions.) But since you’re one of Micheal’s special people he would for sure try his best to care for you. He wasn’t really cared for himself so he would try his best to comfort his S/O.

If it’s in real life (like face to face.) he would definitely kill them. Literally doesn’t have to be day or night. Micheal would be so angry to the point he doesn’t care how many people there are, he would kill them. Then he would carry you back to his house and probably try to comfort you.

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Jason voorhees

Jason would be feel so bad for you. He would definitely be a good comforter. He might not know much by the would try his hardest.. UNLIKE MICHEAL..💀 (anyways..)

If it was online.. Then you wouldn’t even be bullied. The internet is to shitty for your phone to even work. And even if it did work. Jason couldnt really go and attack them, he strictly wouldn’t leave his forest because he needs to protect it.. but he would probably to the same thing as Micheal.. (would stab it with his machete-)

If it was in real life though.. HE WOUKD BE LIVID. He used to be bullied when he was younger so he would kill all of them. No matter how many people.

He would blow their fuckin brains out with his machete. Definitely the most quickest deaths in the whole world-

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Billy Lenz

Honestly, if it was online that would be the easiest for billy to help you with. I feel like Billy would feel sad for you, But he would definitely harass the fuck out of the other person. He would call them 24/7 to make them apologize. ALSO SEND THEN DEATH THREATS.. saying “hu-how dare you h-hurt pretty piggy… TA-TAKE IT B-B-baCK! Take it back..! Billy, will F-Find you!!”

Once billy noticed you were hurt he would hang up the calls. He would call them a different time. HE WOULD BE THE BEST COMFORTER IN MY OPINION. He would be super clingy and would definitely smother you with kisses and sweet words.

Billy would call you different names instead of piggy if it was body shaming. Like “pretty kitty” “pussy cunt” “kitty cunt” OR ANY OF THOSE WEIRD THINGS HE SAYS.

But if it was in real like he wouldn’t do anything. He would be to scared to come out of the attic because of the other sonority girls. BUT IF IT WAS NIGHT AND ONLY YOU AND THE OTHER PERSON… he would stab them with his little glass unicorn. OVER ALL, Billy loves his pretty piggy cunt💕

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Brahms heelshire

Unlike the others. He would be unsure what to do. Honestly I feel like he would just do something his lil doll Brahms to haunt them or sm (I’m sorry yall I’ve never seen the boy 1.. only the boy 2.. this is all from what I’ve red and researched about Brahms) well only if they were in the house.

But if they were in the house he would jump out from his crusty walls and grab the person. He would probably just slam their head into the wall or a book case.

But if they weren’t in the house.. then he wouldn’t really do anything. IF YOU CAME IN THE HOUSE CRYING AND SOBBING. He would definitely be angry as shit. But comfort you to the fullest of his abilities. Such as kisses, bed time story’s, cuddles, and snacks. OR ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANNA DO.. even up for something more to make you a bit more happy😏

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IM SORRY THIS WAD SO SHORT YALL.. my ass hurts because I fell on it hard at the playground with my aunts. So YAYAYAYAYY..😍

But anyways about my sore ass..

I HOPE YALL ENJOYED THIS! I’m exhausted from this. Maybe once I get some rest and finally feel motivated I will do something with smut.😏 BUT I HOPE YALL ENJOYED ONCE AGAIN..!

(SORRY FOR SOME MISS SPELLING..)

Bye bye!💕

#slashers #billy lenz #micheal myers #jason voorhees #jason vorhees x reader #fluff #brahms heelshire #brahms heelsire x reader #enjoy #yayyy

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orangeicee · 2 months

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♡ Underrated Safe Foods ♡

Hii!! Since my last underrated safe food post blew up so much I thought I’d make a part two to these!

These r gonna be a lot more specific, as I’ll mention a lot of brands here (I’m in the US btw, pretty much all of these can be found at publix)

Quest protein chips - starting strong w these cause oh my god. They have around 20g of protein, 4g net carbs, and 140 cals per bag. The best part is, I cannot lie when I say these are actually SO MUCH better than any greasy calorie dense chip brand. My fav flavor is the chili lime, but there’s also loaded nacho, and the flavoring is so accurate on both!!!!/!!/ get these guys please

Enlighten bars (Sea Salt Caramel) - do you guys like ice cream bars? Do you also like them for only 80 cals?/?/? Yeah. There’s no catch like “it’s actually just frozen breast milk” or sum shit. I have no idea what they put in those things but man are they good, I wouldn’t even care if it was actually frozen breast milk

Raspberries - now you might be thinking “wdym those aren’t underrated everybody has fruit as a safe food” but nobody ever mentions the nutrients. Specifically FIBER. People always ignore fiber in their wl journey but it’s so important. Raspberries are a perfect fiber rich low cal food that you guys NEED to get on.

Kimchi - if you’re not familiar, kimchi (김치) is a korean food which is basically fermented cabbage in liek a sauce…i don’t know what the sauce is iforgot. But anyway, since it centers around cabbage, I think it’s no surprise that these are an amazing low cal option. And the best part is, the fermentation process produces a ton of healthy gut bacteria. It’s a lil bit sour so I personally don’t like it, but my friend does, and maybe that’s why he’s 15 lbs lighter than me

Egg whites - eggs themselves are amazing for wl, but you can enjoy them for a fraction of the cals. Most of the protein is in the whites anyway, so egg whites are genuinely one of the best sources of protein while also being extremely low cal. If you want, you can make your eggs with just one full egg and then mostly egg whites, and I like to sprinkle a little bit of feta in there so life doesn’t suck

Microwaved fiber one brownies - a little bit specific, but why eat your fiber brownie when it’s dryer than this pu-

when you can microwave it for a lil bit, add sum whipped cream (don’t come for me it’s high volume so it’s not actually that many cals) and have basically a hot fudge brownie for under 100 cals. You deserve to feel something every once in a while, and though it might not be the same, the brain fog from fasting will probably hinder your ability to tell the difference

That’s all!! If you guys have any more questions feel free to ask. Hopefully this list will help you diversify your diet, because I can imagine biting into your 3rd cucumber of the day just makes you sad.

#@na #tw disordered eating #ed not ed sheeran #tw ed diet #low cal diet #@na tips #⭐️ving #@na trigger

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ruegarding · 1 month

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The post made by toughkookie88 made me think a lot about Percy and Poseidon’s dynamic in the books and why it works a lot better than it does in the show.

Yeah, I did like Poseidon showing sadness over not being there for Sally and Percy, but… Poseidon has had a lot of kids. A lot of them. And, while it must have been hard not being able to help Percy at all, because he had to pretend like he didn’t exist, the laws in place ensure that the Gods mostly have to leave their kids to their own devices, anyway. Was Poseidon also this way over Tyson, while he was living on the streets (He should have been)? Why does he keep having kids?

Also, it didn’t make a lot of sense for Poseidon to surrender. Zeus wrongfully accused him of stealing the bolt, why wasn’t that a factor? What were the stakes? Was Poseidon’s only loss pride? So, if Percy hadn’t been in danger, he would have allowed the war to continue, and put his realm and the entire world in danger? If they’re trying to say that Percy’s more important to Poseidon than anything else, then it makes no sense that he was sent on that Quest in the first place. Sure, maybe Poseidon wouldn’t have taken away Percy’s chance to rescue his mother, but, before that, when Hades was sending Furies (and Zeus was sending lightning bolts in the book), Poseidon wasn’t exactly sending people to remove Sally and Percy from danger. Probably because he knew that he’d need Percy to take care of this for him.

In the books, while Poseidon obviously cherishes the memory of Sally, and loves Percy (I think he loves all his kids, though that doesn’t necessarily make him a good father), Percy’s a kid that he’d never wanted in the first place. Those two things can be true at the same time. Best case scenario, Percy has a tragic fate because he’s a hero; worst case scenario he dies at sixteen and takes Olympus down with him. And, at this point he doesn’t know Percy or have any reason to trust him. Of course, they’re going to be awkward and distant at first! Percy didn’t start out as Poseidon’s favourite. He just won him over by being himself.

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go off! honestly u nailed it all. their relationship in the books is very layed and nuanced and most importantly earned. like, with the arch, in the show percy falls while in the book percy takes a leap of faith. this is a big difference.

it's like the show is allergic to earning things. in the books, percy's arguments and fights w the gods are built up and have consequences (he literally gets cursed for stabbing ares—this is why u don't fuck w the gods), percy has an entire arc in tlt abt learning how a hero's fate is tragic and then rejecting that tragic fate, and he becomes poseidon's favorite, like you said, by being himself over the course of multiple books. meanwhile percy in the show is the specialist little boy just bc he exists. he talks back to and fights the big meanie gods bc there's no consequences so why would they bother building it up, he mocks the idea of a hero w the "pinecone's fate" line bc he's so genre saavy, and he's been poseidon's favorite this whole time. none of this is earned!

#u know how the got cast reacted when they got the script for s8? that was me watching the show #i think there's abt five things i liked that aren't directly taken from the books #queenmorganlafay #pjo tv #pjo show crit #answered

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anemoiashifts · 20 days

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permashifting & sv!c!dal ideation & early shiftok.

im so fucking scared to post this. tw.

ive been in the shifting community for four/five years now & most of my time was watching quietly from the sidelines up until last july when i made my shiftok account. i want to preface this by saying these are my experiences & observations & ive always been pretty firm on my stance. ive spoke about this (i think) twice on tiktok & will now give some updated insight. i don’t expect everything to agree with me but please don’t jump down my throat for saying what im going to. i respect you, please respect me. cool? yes? okay !!

there are similarities between sv!c!dal ideation & permashifting & im so so sick of people hardly taking about it. what re-sparked this interest in the topic was i saw someone make a video on their views towards the topic & i do resonate with their points heavily. this was the only video ive ever seen of anyone making a video like this minus myself & it’s been long overdue.

to clarify, im not against permashifting completely im against how permashifting is spoken about & how it’s promoted. it’s wayyy too casual & ive seen a lot of triggering things in my comment sections / confession submissions. i used to get about five of these or so (ppl saying they wanted to unalive themselves) a week when i was actively doing them but they’ve since kinda died down. if, me, an account with (at the time) ~15,000 tiktok followers were seeing this, i cannot imagine the kind of messages those 100,000 followers shiftokers were getting.

another thing that i haven’t spoke about too much is the sv!c!de notes id receive. i got about two or three of them. ignoring the overstepping of boundaries & oversharing, my heart goes out to those who submitted those. i think shifting came at a time when everyone was bored & cooped up inside & shiftokers could’ve unknowingly preyed upon people’s loneliness & vulnerability. i remember people could say things like “im k!11!ng myself tonight so I’ll wake up in my dr” & the fact that was even a thing is so beyond horrific. im gonna put some confessions ive gotten in the past just to show you what i was seeing daily at one point. scroll a ways down if you don’t want to to see. sorry ! idk how to blur it but would if i found out how to.

i wanta take a sec to call out all the adult shifters who neglected to speak about this.

i hear people say “but if they didn’t discover shifting they wouldn’t still be here” or “it buys people more time”. i get it. really, i do & i don’t think that’s a bad thing. what i do think the bad thing really is, is the adult shifting creators who enable the kind of talk & push that shifting is this other option without telling people to take care of themselves in this reality. the mental well-being & safety of people should always be put first, especially with spaces involving a lot of children when most of the information comes from the mouths of adults. shifting was popularized by tiktok at the height of c0v!d & everyone was arguably at their lowest. i think the timing in which shifting was introduced helped shiftok get popular at the time (along with harry potter trending, of course) & a lot of ppl saw it as a trend to latch onto & leech off of to grow a platform. i think some people totally — probably unintentionally — took advantage of peoples desperation for an escape for profit. that’s what I’ve felt with some former / earlier shifting creators, anyways. that’s why shiftokers are seen as these figures that were/are looked up to so heavily because they’ve gotten something that people with destructive situations are so desperate for & i think that’s really diabolical & sad.

this post isn’t to shit on shiftokers completely, not the modern shiftokers anyway. i have some really cool mutuals who genuinely post insightful content. i think tiktok has gotten a little better with some bumps every now & then but it’s not as bad as 2020.

i don’t think shiftokers are doing this intentionally. & who knows ? maybe they’re are afraid their audience will get upset or off put or they’ll lose support but the longer we put the conversation off the more people’s mental health will worsen. whatever the reason may be, keeping numbers up or getting “canceled” isn’t worth it at the risk of lives of children. it’s long overdue.

then the idea of escapism comes in. escapism isn’t bad. arguably, most things we do are escapism; reading, scrolling on tumblr. its how we look & obsess & look at that escapism. that’s when it becomes unhealthy. the consept of shifting as an escape from something like depression can exacerbate those feelings of because people do struggle to actually shift. that state of “waiting” to shift can be extremely difficult if you’re not struggling mentally, so if you’re struggling mentally on top of trying to shift without success? also throwing being a minor onto that.

anyways this post was all over the place because i could talk about this for hours. i have no idea if this will ever have a place on tiktok or if I’ll even end up posting this to tumblr. this was very ramble-y but a very important ramble imo. i tried to organize & keep this short to the best of my ability. feel free to agree, disagree but these are my poorly organized thoughts.

a little reminder to enjoy the journey & process of shifting rather then hyper focusing on “the end” of it. take a break if you find you self only thinking about shifting and not doing stuff you gotta do here or if your making yourself sick over it. it isn’t the end of the world if you don’t shift. i believe everyone is here for a reason & i can promise you everything will work out in the end.

to those who resonate with mental health struggles & shifting, my heart goes out to you & only with you the best. be gentle with yourself — that goes for all of you.

#reality shifting #desired reality #shifting #shiftblr #shiftok #shifting motivation #shifting realities #shifter

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bloody-bee-tea · 1 month

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IntiMarch 2024 Day 20 - I can('t) take it

The prompt for this was "You're cute"

As soon as Satoru comes into Suguru’s room, he knows that he’s somehow upset. Suguru can read it in the way he holds himself, in the way he doesn’t barge in with his usual vigour and most of all he notices it by the way he doesn’t immediately start talking.

Suguru is sure that never happened before.

“What’s wrong?” He lowers his book, fixing his whole attention on Satoru, in case there’s something he has to do, some curse to kill, some butts to kick.

Suguru is down for anything, if only so it gets Satoru out of this funk.

“Suguru,” Satoru whines out and it’s enough to get him to relax.

If he can still use that particularly whiny voice then whatever is wrong with him can’t be life-threatening.

Satoru tends to go cold and serious when it’s life-threatening; he gets more ridiculous when his pride is hurt, so Suguru suspects the latter.

“You love me, right?” Satoru asks and Suguru’s heart jumps in his chest.

Satoru doesn’t mean it like that, never means it in a serious way, and yet—

“Of course I do,” Suguru gives back, maybe too truthful but Satoru is never picking up on that and today is no exception.

“And I’m so handsome,” Satoru goes on, walking over to where Suguru is propped up against the headboard of the bed.

“The handsomest,” Suguru dutifully agrees and that, too, is something he means.

He doubts there is anyone more handsome or more beautiful out there than Satoru.

“And I am so very smart.” Satoru pouts at him as he says it, and this is still somewhat serious because whatever Satoru is getting at has put him in a bit of a mood, so Suguru bites down on his smile and nods.

“Smarter than the adults around us, that’s for sure.” It’s not a lie, either; Satoru is very smart and while he doesn’t much care for classes and lessons and most of their teachers he always aces whatever test they throw at him.

“And I’m funny,” he finally says and drops down on the bed, his long body stretched out next to Suguru’s and that too makes his heart beat faster in his chest.

Satoru is always so free with his touches, so unselfconscious about his body and how he behaves and moves and it’s a danger to Suguru’s blood pressure.

“I’m always laughing, aren’t I?” Suguru wants to know and he very deliberately does not mention that no matter what Satoru says, it would always make Suguru at least smile.

As long as Satoru is around and talking to him, joking with him, Suguru will always be happy after all.

“What is this about?” Suguru finally asks when Satoru only lets out a long groan and he puts the book to the side now.

There’s no way he’ll get back to reading now, not when Satoru is making himself at home on his bed and Suguru would much rather pay attention to Satoru anyway. No book can hold a candle to how endlessly fascinating he finds Satoru.

“Shoko was being mean,” Satoru grumbles and scoots closer until he can bury his face in Suguru’s hip, hiding his displeasure away. “She was calling me stupid and ugly and annoying.”

Normally, Satoru stands above these things; Yaga has called him an annoying prick more times than Suguru can count, but this is Shoko.

Things are always different if people Satoru likes say these things.

“That was very mean of her,” Suguru agrees and scoots down on the bed, so he can sling his arm around Satoru, pull him up until his head rests on Suguru’s chest. “We’re going to have to make her apologise.”

“It was very mean,” Satoru agrees, his voice still small and hurt and Suguru fights the urge to press a kiss to his head. “Will you help me make her apologise?”

“You know I will,” Suguru immediately agrees, because if course he’s going to have Satoru’s back, even in this.

Shoko really can’t get away with making Satoru this sad.

“Shoko wasn’t right, was she?” Satoru asks after a moment, still sounding more hurt than Suguru would like. “Or serious. She was probably just joking. I mean—people like me, don’t they?”

“I wouldn’t go quite so far,” Suguru teasingly says, makes sure that his voice carries enough of it to let Satoru know that he doesn’t mean it at all, and he also tugs playfully on his hair.

“You’re being rude, too!” Satoru cries out, wrestling out of Suguru’s arm so he can flop down on top of Suguru and dig his pointy chin into his sternum. “Don’t be rude to me, too,” he whispers, the corners of his mouth turned down and Suguru smiles softly at him.

“I’m sorry,” he gives back and reaches out to card his fingers through Satoru’s hair, all the while hoping that he doesn’t notice just how fast his heart is beating in his chest.

“People do like you,” he then agrees because generally they truly do. As long as Satoru even cares a little bit what someone thinks about him, he turns up the charm and then there’s hardly anyone who is not at least a little enamoured with him. “And why shouldn’t they,” Suguru then goes on. “You’re cute, after all.”

There’s no teasing tone to his voice as he says this, because it’s the truth and Suguru can’t quite bear to tease Satoru about something like that but he was absolutely not prepared for the way Satoru goes bright red in the face, opening and closing his mouth like a fish and for a split second Suguru fears that there’s steam going to come out of his ears.

And then Satoru teleports away.

“What the fuck,” Suguru mutters, no longer being pressed into the mattress by Satoru’s reassuring weight and he shivers with Satoru’s missing warmth.

That sure as hell did not go how Suguru expected it to go—not that he expected much, to be honest—but it still stings to know that Satoru was desperate enough to get away from him to simply teleport.

Suguru will have to apologise the next time he sees him.

~*~*~

Satoru remains elusive.

Suguru is certain that he sees him every now and then but before he can even so much as get a glimpse of Satoru, he has already teleported away.

It’s starting to hurt, if Suguru is honest.

And with how desperately Satoru is avoiding Suguru, there’s only one thing he can do.

He needs to talk to Shoko.

“Oh, that face promises me a real good time,” she says as soon as Suguru walks into her office and he doesn’t even bother to try for a happier face. He’s fucking miserable without Satoru and it’s been two weeks of this now.

There’s nothing to be happy about.

“What’s going on?” Shoko asks and she sounds genuinely concerned and that alone is enough to show Suguru just how bad he must be looking.

“Have you talked to Satoru, lately?” he wants to know and Shoko narrows her eyes at him.

“Are you two fighting?” she demands to know and crosses her arms in front of her chest. “Is that the reason why he won’t leave me the hell alone?”

“I—you could say that,” Suguru gives back and pushes a hand through his hair. He hasn’t bothered with putting it up today, too stressed out by the fact that today marks the two week mark of whatever kind of fight they are having.

“Why?”

“I’m not sure,” Suguru admits and heavily sits down on Shoko’s chair. “I said he’s cute and he teleported out on me. He’s been avoiding me ever since. I can’t even apologise.”

“He freaked out over a compliment?” Shoko asks for clarification and Suguru shrugs.

“Who knows what goes on in his head.”

“Geto, if he’s not pissing people off on purpose he’s literally always low-key flirting with everyone he meets. How can he not take a compliment in return?”

“I don’t know, Shoko, okay?” Suguru snaps at her and then immediately winces. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t meant to—it’s just really getting to me that he won’t even let me apologise to him.”

“What do you want me to do about this? You did come here for help, right?”

“I did.” Suguru nods. “I’m not sure, actually. Maybe just tell him that I want to apologise? That I’m sorry and that I won’t do it again?”

“And will you?”

“What?”

“Not do it again?” There’s a knowing gleam in her eyes and Suguru huffs out a breath. Of course Shoko knows what he’s helplessly in love with his best friend.

Former best friend, Suguru bitterly thinks as his heart hurts.

“Not if it means he’s going to avoid me like he is now. I’d rather die than go through another two weeks of this. I can take it if he doesn’t feel the same, or doesn’t want to hear it or whatever, I just—I need him to come back.”

“Alright,” Shoko decides and claps her hands. “I’ll tell him. No promises, though, you know the only person who can really make him do anything is you.”

“Thank you for at least trying,” Suguru whispers out and gets up to leave her to whatever it is she’s doing down here by herself all day long.

Now all he can do is wait and hope that Satoru will give him a chance to apologise.

~*~*~

It takes three days. Three long excruciating days until Satoru doesn’t go running when he spots Suguru and Suguru can’t help the surge of hope in his chest.

If only he gets to apologise, everything will be alright again.

Satoru waits until he’s closer before he nods towards Suguru’s room. “Can we—”

“Sure,” Suguru says and he feels awfully stiff around Satoru and he hates it with a passion.

They don’t speak until they are inside and the door is closed behind them but then Suguru can’t hold it in any longer.

“Listen, I just want to apologise,” he starts but his heart falls when Satoru shakes his head.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

Suddenly, Suguru feels fragile. He hadn’t known that their friendship could be broken just like this, just by one measly comment, and the knowledge that it’s already too late is splitting him wide open.

“Oh, I see,” he manages to get out, blinking rapidly to get rid of the burning in his eyes and Satoru must notice that he’s close to breaking because he pushes a frustrated hand through his hair.

“That came out all wrong,” he mutters and then louder says: “There’s no need for you to apologise because you didn’t do anything wrong. There, that’s better.”

“I didn’t do—Satoru, you avoided me for two weeks! How can you say that I didn’t do anything wrong?”

“I—overreacted?” Satoru carefully offers and it just leaves Suguru confused.

“Overreacted? Over what?”

“You complimenting me,” Satoru admits and sits down on Suguru’s bed. “I’m not—very good at taking compliments. Or have people flirt with me.”

“You flirt with people all the time!”

“Yeah, but that’s different! It’s different when someone does it to me and with you it’s extra different.”

“Extra different,” Suguru repeats because that doesn’t make any sense at all.

“I flirt with people because it’s fun and it’s hilarious to see them flustered. But you—you mean it. You meant it when you said I’m cute and I—” Even just saying has Satoru go red in the face again and Suguru sits down on the floor.

“You were—embarrassed?”

“I—it was—”

“Why would you avoid me for that long over something like that?” Suguru wants to know and if at all possible Satoru’s face only goes redder.

He wrings his hands in his lap before he takes a deep breath and straightens up.

“Because I realised that I wanted you to mean it. I wanted you to find me cute. And handsome and smart and all the other things you said back then.”

Suguru’s next exhale is slightly shaky because—“Wanted? As in, you no longer want that?”

It would just be Suguru’s luck to miss his chance with Satoru, he thinks, somewhat resigned to his fate already, because of course someone as amazing as Satoru would never actually give him a chance.

“No, I do!” Satoru yells out and drops down from the bed so he sits right in front of Suguru. “I still want that. I want you to mean it,” he finishes, his voice quiet and he doesn’t quite manage to hold Suguru’s gaze. “It’s kind of scary how much I want that.”

Suguru slumps with relief, scooting closer to Satoru until he can drop his head down on his shoulder.

“I do. Think all those things about you. You’re cute and handsome and smart and funny and my favourite person in the entire world.”

Satoru’s breath stutters in his chest, Suguru can feel it, and when he peeks up at him, he’s making the same dumbfounded face he did when this entire mess started.

“You really can’t take a compliment, huh?” Suguru drily says and dares to flutter his lips over Satoru’s throat.

“I can take them just fine,” Satoru croaks out and shivers when Suguru’s laughs. “I just have a hard time taking them from someone who matters to me.”

“I matter, huh?” Suguru asks, though it’s mostly just to tease Satoru some more.

It’s more than obvious that Suguru matters to him after all.

“You matter so much to me,” Satoru breathes out and hides his face in Suguru’s hair. “Cause I’m in love with you and the thought that you might not mean it was very scary.”

It’s not often that Satoru admits that something is scaring him, so Suguru decides not to tease him about this.

“I’m in love with you, too,” he gives back, moving closer to Satoru’s throat so he can pepper it with kisses better. “In case that was still unclear.”

“I think I got the gist.” Satoru’s voice is high and breathy and it’s enough to make Suguru pull away, so he can cup Satoru’s face in his hands.

“Good,” Suguru decides and then leans in for a real kiss.

He swallows the sound Satoru makes right down but when Satoru almost climbs into his lap he can’t help the big smile. It makes kissing a little bit hard but Suguru wouldn’t have it any other way.

Not when it’s with Satoru.

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #ieiri shoko #misunderstandings #pining #fluff #hurt/comfort #getting together #love confessions

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darkbluekies · 1 year

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How I think my OC's would react to having an introvert / antisocial darling

Warnings: none, i think?

This is just stereotypical <3

Extrovert version

Silas:

This man wouldn’t care if you were an introvert or an extrovert, but he thinks that it’s good that you’re an introvert for yourself. You spend a lot of time alone in your shared bedroom and if you were an extrovert … you’d probably go insane. When he brings you with him on missions and meetings (which happens very rarely) you always stay close to him because you’re not comfortable.

“You can sit here while I go talk to the men over there. You’ll see me, okay? Y/N, baby, I know you want to go home and we will … but I’m a bit busy now. If you don’t want our house to be raided at two am by hooligans, you need to be strong for me. Just ten minutes. You can do that. Good girl/boy.”

Dr Kry:

If you were an extrovert, he’d be dead. He’s an introvert as well and well … doesn’t like people. But he loves spending time with you. You’re the only person he looks forward to seeing every day.

“What did you say? You like that I've kept you away from the other wards? Yeah, I think it’s nice with some quietness too. The other patients — and doctors if I may add — can be so loud. It hurts our ears, doesn't it? Yeah, we’re very similar to you and I, Y/N. That’s why I like spending time with you. You’re my favorite patient.”

King Edmund:

To be honest, you being an introvert kind of bothers him. He has a lot of things to do, a lot of meetings to attend and a lot of balls to go to. And you have to attend most of them as well since you’re the queen. Even though he thinks it’s cute that you stay close to him, he gets bothered by you wanting to leave every ten minutes.

“My love, I know you’re uncomfortable. I know, okay? Don’t look so sad, I’ll make it all better. Just stay by my side and I’ll make sure no one talks to you. I’m here for you. Always. We’ll leave as soon as we can, I promise.”

Jerry:

Jerry is an extrovert and an introvert at the same time. She loves being where the party is, but she doesn’t particularly like the people themselves. They can drain her, but the party doesn’t. If you’re an introvert, she’ll leave you at home. When she comes back, all drunk and weird — which means that she’s happier than usual — she’ll be all over your case, bothering you to the max when all you want is to be alone.

“What are you doing? Boring. What is that? Meh, I don’t care. What are you doing now? Fucking nerd. Come with me instead. We can go swim. That’s fun. Whatever you’re doing now looks boring anyways. Come now, my little introvert, time to take a dive.”

Hedwig:

You’re an introvert? Perfect. She’s an extrovert and loves being with you. You’re quiet, she’s loud, you’re careful, she’s not. You’re a follower, she’s a leader. She will be your shield in school and the outside world. Whenever you need an extrovert to shield you, she’ll be there, taking care of all the conversations for you. It’s good for her too, she can make sure no one takes you from her.

“No, don’t talk to them. I’ll do it. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, my love. I’ll do everything for you. You know what? Let’s go home. We can go to my house and watch movies instead. Who needs parties, right? Let’s go, we’ll buy your favorite snacks on the way home!”

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere mafia #yandere doctor #yandere reactions #yandere female

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zoeyslament · 4 months

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Under Scattered Stars

In which Noel and Mischa confess to each other while stargazing

So yeah, tw Nischa under the cut!

Nights were the most beautiful when the sky was clear and the stars flickered in the night air like sprinkles on a freshly baked cupcake. Telescopes would poke out from balconies, the world at a standstill as people admired the constellations. It was beauty and happiness at its finest. However, they say one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, so in the same way of thinking, one man’s beauty and wonder is another man’s sadness and pressure.

It had to have been nearly one in the morning when a tired, and more importantly, angry Mischa Bachinski crawled onto the roof of his foster parents’ house, staring out at those balls of gas and fire with disdain.

Just last year at this time, he was staring out at these same stars, but in the company of his mother, back in his hometown in Ukraine. As he glowered at the rooftops of Uranium, he remembered how much more breathtaking the nights had been back home. Here, some stars were barely visible behind the thick curtains of clouds.

“Stupid, stupid Uranium…” He grumbled. “Killing my mother, slowly eating away at my soul too. I hate this whole damn place.” A chill breeze blew over the roof, and he shuddered, but didn’t go back inside. Why would he? He wasn’t wanted there anyway.

He lay back as the lights from the few, dimly lit street lamps glowed at his feet. There was nothing left for him in this stupid town. Nothing at all!

Noel loved watching the stars. There was something so beautiful and romantic about it, gazing up at galaxies beyond his own. That particular night, he had been up for hours. He scrambled out to the backyard and climbed into the treehouse.

The thing had been there since Noel was six. It was just about the only nice thing his father had done for him. Now, the roof had a massive hole in it, the wood was rotting, and the tree itself had withstood decades of storms. Was it unsafe? Hell yeah. Did Noel care? No, he did not.

He set himself up so he was staring out the giant hole in the roof, a mostly-clear expanse of stars opening up to him. It was absolutely gorgeous.

He moved his body so that he got a glimpse out the treehouse window. To his shock, something moved on a nearby rooftop.

Mischa’s eyes fixed on the rickety treehouse. He lived fairly close to Noel, and from this angle, he could see just about everything. The poet’s head was visible through the window. He waved.

Noel waved back. It was kind of funny, the bond they had. You wouldn’t think they would be so close, considering one was a self-proclaimed bad boy rapper gangsta, the other a romantic, closed-off poet.

Mischa felt his phone buzz. He picked it up to see a text message appear, from Noel:

N: Why are you up so late?

He laughed for the first time that night and scrambled to reply.

M: I could ask you that too

Another reply:

N: stargazing, dumbass. You look like you want to jump off the roof.

M: nah, just thinking about how much i hate stupid uranium

N: that makes 2 of us.

N: you should go to bed

N: see u at choir tmrw

M: ya see u

“You look so tired, Noel!” Ocean pointed out the next morning. “I told you not to stay up so late, you look homeless, what with the bags under your eyes!”

“Thanks for the reminder, bitchface.” Noel may have been tired, but he would never be too out of it to snap back at Ocean. “Some of us prioritize actual joy over your stupid choir.”

Ocean clapped a hand over her chest in offense. “Stupid? And who was the first person to join after I said I was starting the choir in the first place?”

“That would be Constance.”

She bit her lip. “And the second person?”

“Ricky.”

Ocean wrinkled her nose up in annoyance. “My point is, you joined, Noel.”

“Only because you forced me,” he shrugged, “Now I’m stuck with you losers. Speaking of losers, where’s Mischa?”

“Probably doing drugs.” Ocean growled. “He’s always late. It’s tempting to just kick him out of the choir.”

Noel’s heart grew heavy, and he wasn’t really sure why. Mischa was really the only reason he came to choir. He never would have expected to get along so well with the Ukrainian, but they were basically tied at the hip. Choir was the only class they had together, but they made it enjoyable for each other. Noel was even willing to endure Ocean’s lectures on music theory if it meant more time spent with his friend.

“You can’t kick him out!” He sputtered. “Not only is he here as a punishment, only Father Markus has the authority to decide who can and can’t join! You may have started the idea for a St. Cassian’s choir, but he’s the advisor! So you can’t kick Mischa out. End of story.”

From beside him, Noel heard the electronic chirp of Ricky’s AAC device starting up. “Getting a little defensive, are we?” It said. Ricky had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, eyebrows raised as if he knew something someone else didn’t. “Why are you so keen on Mischa staying? It’s not like he actually sings or anything.”

“Neither do you.” Noel hissed, to which Ricky replied: “I provide moral support. Your bad boy lover doesn’t even do that.”

“He’s not my lover.” Noel snapped. “He’s just a friend.”

“A friend you’re madly in love with. Admit it, Noel. I see the way you stare at him. That’s not how friends look at friends.”

Noel couldn’t deny that he did spend a lot of time looking at Mischa. What else was he supposed to look at, Ocean’s stupid face?

“You wrote his initials down in your algebra notebook.” Penny added with a giggle. “I watched. N+M=L.”

“That was an algebraic equation!” He flew up from his seat. “You know that’s all it is!”

“But of all letters?” Ocean joined in on the teasing. “Why not X and Y?”

“Those are boring! Besides, N and M can stand for anything! Like… Nutella and marmalade!”

“If you’re eating Nutella and marmalade, there is something seriously wrong with you.” Penny said matter-of-factly. “Like, full on needs-to-be-in-a-mental-hospital.”

“Thank you all for your input.” He growled. “Much appreciated.

At that moment, the door swung open. Mischa waltzed in as if he owned the place, earbuds in. The entire choir turned to stare at him.

Look, your boyfriend is here! Ricky signed in Noel’s direction. Noel glared at him, but as usual, couldn’t tear his eyes from Mischa for too long.

“Where were you!” Ocean demanded, standing up. Her head barely reached the middle of Mischa’s chest.

He looked down at her, sneering. “My car needed gas, little orphan a-hole. Not like you would know, since you got your permit revoked a day after you got it.”

She tapped her foot impatiently. “You could have told us!”

“Did not want to.”

“You should have.”

“Too bad.”

He plopped down. “Can we start stupid singing now please?” Ocean glared daggers at him, but sighed and turned to the rest of the choir. “For this next piece, I want to add in a dance component.” She explained. “I want to have us learn ballroom dance, make it into a real scene. What do you guys think?”

“I think you should have Noel and Mischa dance together.” Penny said, “Give them a chance to get to know each other better.”

Mischa looked confused. “I already know Poet plenty well. He and I watched stars together last night.”

Noel’s face reddened. “Mischa. You shouldn’t have said that.”

“Why? I liked that. Watching the stars with you. It was nice. Peaceful, even.”

All eyes were on them. Damn Mischa and his fucking stupidity! Damn his adorable smile and his charm and his obliviousness to anything that could possibly be considered romantic.

“Half the time I don’t think you know what you’re saying.” Noel kicked at pebbles as he and Mischa walked home that day. “It’s like you’re trying to embarrass me.”

“I am not, I was not lying. I did enjoy staring out at the same stars as you. Noel you are always calling things poetic, and what I think is poetic is the fact that we walk on the same earth and gaze out at the same stars.”

Noel pondered this for a little while. “You’re kind of right, I suppose. It’s nice to think about, huh?”

“I do feel bad for being late again. Car broke down.”

“You’re okay. Ocean and Penny and the others were too busy teasing me anyways.” He admitted. “They think I have a crush on you or something.”

Mischa laughed. “You do not, though, right?”

Noel swallowed. “Uh…yeah, right.” Mischa looked suspicious. “Really? Because, Poet, sometimes I notice the way you look at me…”

Noel was dead. Ricky had been right all along and the secret was out. He cursed himself for his stupidity.

“Mischa, I…” he began, but Mischa silenced him with a finger to his lips.

“My Poet, do you not realize the very reason I spend so much time at your side?”

“Because we’re friends?”

“No, Noel! Because I think you are…” He turned to face the shorter male, one hand reaching out to cup Noel’s face. “Perfect.”

Noel blushed, taking one step closer. “Really, Mischa?”

“Yes, dumbass. Now come home before the sun sets, we must watch the stars.”

The two of them climbed up onto Mischa’s roof that night as the vast sky sparkled above them, dotted with pearls of flame. They lay down side by side.

“Mischa, why are you even telling me all this?” Noel wondered aloud.

“It felt like the right time.” Mischa’s face was nuzzled into Noel’s hair. “You look pretty, my boy.”

“You flatter me, dumbass.”

A few moments of silence passed before Noel pointed up to the sky. “Look, the big dipper!”

“Huh.” Mischa grunted before pointing himself to another cluster of stars. “That one looks like a penis.”

“How very mature of you, Mr. Bachinski.” Noel sat up again. “So glad you are the guy who fell for me.”

“You fell first!” Mischa laughed. “I merely followed the example of the most romantic boy in town!” He joined him in sitting, hesitantly wrapping an arm around Noel. “It gets pretty chilly up here. Want to go inside? There’s hot cocoa!”

“You know as well as I do I hate hot beverages. Besides…I really want to kiss you and it only feels right to do it under the stars.”

Mischa nodded, and pulled Noel closer and closer until their lips touched lightly. Noel’s lips were smooth and glossy, Mischa’s rough and chapped. They pulled away after a moment, breathless.

“Look up, Mischa. Even the stars are smiling at us.” Noel moved his body close, and they shared one more cuddle before going inside to sleep of the last few restless nights.

#rtc #ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #nischa #writing #oneshots

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lowcosmic · 4 months

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HERE I COME WITH ANOTHER REQUEST CUCARACHIN

This happened because something similar happened to me, well it's about Shuichi coming to his partner's house (I prefer the reader to be amab although I don't care if it was gn) the thing is that it is the first time he meets his brother / the sister minor from the reader!

So while the reader is there everything is fine but then he leaves Shuichi with his brother/sister and it happens that she/he no longer behaves like an "angel", she/he literally looks at Shuichi badly, she/he questions him about what intentions he has with his brother. eldest (the reader) and all that about children who are suspicious of their older brother/sister's partner 😈

I imagine that he/she says to Shuichi: "Ah, are you his boyfriend?.." and talks to Shuichi like he's an annoying fly "I imagined.....someone different." and with a tone of voice of clear disappointment and contempt towards Shuichi, I think he would be a little sad that your boyfriend's brother/sister shows so much distrust towards him.

So when the reader comes over (went out to buy some ice cream) his/her younger brother/sister acts like before, like an "angel" so the reader does not suspect for the moment

I imagine that Shuichi then tells him what happened to his sister/brother and in the end the reader only comforts him with some kisses and hugs and laughing softly, because his younger sister/brother is only 7 years old.

-🦕

—— shuichi meeting your younger sibling .

— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : shuichi's heard a lot of good things about your “ sweet little sibling , ” but his first encounter with them is quite different than what he was expecting.

— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff

— 𝐜𝐰 : none

— 𝐚/𝐧 : yes this is gn! reader ,, coming from an only child perspective , i had to think about how other people’s little siblings are like lmao

you and shuichi have hung out plenty of times at his house , but never at yours. so he’d proposed the idea one day , and there you both were.

you told him that your younger sibling would be there , and he reassured that he didn’t mind. after all , the most you two would do would be kissing and cuddling , nothing beyond that …

you threw on a movie to watch , since movies are great and all and it’d be perfect for you and shuichi to just be close together.

your younger sibling joined with , promising that they’d not be a hassle and sat down next to you.

then , you got up to get some snacks in the middle of you and shuichi just leaning on each other and semi - hugging.

once you were out of earshot , your sibling turned to shuichi.

“ so , you’re the guy my sibling’s so crazy over? kind of disappointing. what do you want with them anyways? ” your sibling would immediately say.

shuichi would be a bit caught off guard. like , tf do you mean “ kind of disappointing ” ?? so he’d probably respond with something like , “ oh , um … were you expecting something different from me? ”

and they’d reply with , “ well , yeah! like some hunky buff guy or something. ”

“ ah … well , sorry …? ” he’d just awkwardly apologize , since he didn’t want to offend your sibling that you spoke so nicely ( for the most part ) about.

“ so what do you want with them , huh? ” they’d ask , pressuring for him to answer.

shuichi would stutter under the pressuring glare he was put under , and he wouldn’t know how to properly answer the question. i mean , you guys were dating. why would they need to ask that? did he really look that untrustworthy?

“ plus , what’s with your weird emo look? you look straight out of my chemical romance or something. ”

“ i — what? ”

and then before he’d been able to respond , you came inside the room.

looking at your sibling’s one last glare at shuichi before redirecting to the screen , and then a look at shuichi’s troubled face , you could piece together that something had happened while you were gone.

“ everything … all right? ” you’d ask. your sibling would reply with a chirp of , “ yeah! ” while shuichi would say it more in a meekly sounding way.

hearing his tone of voice you’d go over , and after putting the snacks on the table , briefly kiss shuichi on the cheek. in the corner of his eye , he’d see your sibling’s bitter judgement of the scene.

you brushed the scene before away and focused instead on basking in shuichi’s personal warmth , as the movie soon ended and the nighttime hours came.

as he said goodbye at your doorstep , you closed the door behind you to step outside. you asked him why he looked so confused at your sibling earlier with a small smile on your face.

he’d then spill everything , and also a hint of his insecurities at not being a “ hunky buff guy ” to suit your sibling’s tastes and instead projecting a “ weird emo look ”.

you’d then start a heartfelt speech on how he was perfectly fine for you , and that your sibling’s young enough only to know the stereotypical relationship qualities on tv cartoons and such , not actual love or relationships in the real world. it didn’t matter that he wasn’t super strong or anything , and it really only mattered that it was him.

and you also reminded him that your sibling wasn’t even in middle school. then shuichi started feeling silly for his sudden feelings. you hugged and kissed him anyways , laughing lightheartedly at the situation as you let him stay over instead ; wanting him and your sibling to try to get along in this second try.

please don’t repost , translate , or claim my works as your own.

#danganronpa #drv3 #danganronpa drv3 #danganronpa v3 #drv3 killing harmony #danganronpa imagines #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #shuichi saihara x reader #danganronpa shuichi #drv3 shuichi #shuichi saihara #shuichi #fluff

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all-things-ghostly · 4 months

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Just One Touch - Skull x Reader Lockwood & Co.

I’ve been in this fandom for nearly a year and for the entirety of it I’ve been obsessed with this little green asshole. And honestly I’m flabbergasted that I haven’t been able to find ANY x reader fics of Skull on any site. Maybe this just says something about me lmao. But in case there’s any other ghost lovers out there, this one’s for us 🫡 I got some inspiration from Elemental :)

The very idea of it screamed forbidden.

Skull knew you could never love him. You were a mortal, and he was a ghost. No one has ever heard of such a thing, and if they did, they’d probably be crowding at the door with pitchforks the next day. He had little hope that you would be into to the idea of such a relationship either.

And frankly? He wasn’t quite sure why he liked you himself. He typically hated people like you. The sweet and loving type; the type of person that would go out of their way to make others happy. He's never quite understood the concept of looking out for anyone other than yourself. To him, such kindness was a weakness that would surely get you killed at some point.

Maybe it was the fact that you were a Listener, like Lucy. A good one, too. The two of you were the only people who could communicate with him, so I suppose he’s bound to form at least some kind of bond with you at one point or another. But… no, it went beyond just that. If that were the case, he would’ve just fallen for Lucy. There was something… different about you.

He thinks it’s the way you treat him like no one else does. Shockingly, you seem to decently respect the guy. Everyone else throws insults in his face (although, to be fair, he starts it), never truly trusts him, looks down on him for being a ghost, and in the case of George, hardly cares about his wellbeing… but you were always nice to him. He would’ve found it annoying, he should’ve found it annoying, but he can’t. Skull loves the way to talk to him like an equal. Most nights, his jar will be safely tucked away on top of your nightstand, so he can talk with you long into the night. The two of you could talk about anything—your life, his life, any struggles you’re going through, the awesome movie you just watched. And, you’re shocked to find that the ghost actually has quite a bit of wisdom to him, considering his usual snark. He will put in an effort to comfort you with his words when it’s needed. It’s a side to him only you know.

You had grown deeply attached to one another in the couple of years that you knew each other. Even if you liked to admit it much more than he did. Although, he didn’t really need to admit it… you knew that old ghost cared about you. Lucy did, too. She heard the way Skull’s voice grew warmer whenever he spoke to you. She noticed how he rarely ever said anything remotely cruel or snarky to you. She saw his face soften up whenever he watched you walk by, those green eyes of his staring with a sad and deep longing for you. Lucy could tell that the little ghost was pining for you, and boy, did she tease him BAD for it.

But… he never got to tell you.

He was going to. At some point, anyways. But unfortunately the explosion at Fittes got to him first.

Of course, you were the one who grieved the most after this. There had been no response from him for nearly two weeks. Every day you clutched the burnt skull close to your chest, hoping to feel anything, anything at all… it broke your heart to even look at it. The bone had turned brown and black from char, and it had a large crack running up the right eye socket all the way down the back of the head. The other socket had melted in a way that created a sad and droopy appearance.

Skull thought he would be ready to move on after this. He really did. But every time he felt his soul slipping away, he stopped himself. It wasn’t that he feared death anymore, no—if that were the case, he wouldn’t have sacrificed himself to save the rest of you in the first place. This time, he felt he had some unfinished business.

It took him so long, much longer than he would’ve liked, but eventually he gathered the energy to connect back with his injured Source and return to the mortal world. Of course, he was right by your bedside, as usual. It warmed him to see how you’ve been taking such meticulous care of his skull ever since the incident. And then, when his eyes fell on you, the heartache started up all over again. The confusing mixture of love, passion, and pain.

“Y/n?” Skull whispered, struggling to fight back a mess of emotions swirling up inside of him. He wanted so badly to reach out and wrap you in his embrace. The ghost was so caught up in his emotions that he didn’t even realize he was free until now; the jar was gone, which means he was no longer bound.

You were in a similar state of shock upon seeing him, and stood up from your bed with tears forming in your eyes.

“Skull…?”

In front of you was something you never thought you’d see: a young ghost, similar in age to you, gazing at you with the most caring eyes you’ve ever seen. His skin was a lime green that glowed slightly in the darkness of the room. He wore a white dress shirt that tucked into his dark gray pants, which were held up with matching suspenders. His hair was a slightly darker shade of green than the rest of him, and although it was messy, it looked absolutely adorable on him. You have to admit, he’s one handsome ghost.

The more you looked at him and let the situation sink in, you realized that the urge to hug him was just as strong for you, too. But unlike him, you didn’t hold back. You stepped towards him with your arms spread out, more than willing to take the leap and finally hold the ghost you grew to love.

Skull, however, took a step back.

“No, Y/n… we can’t,” he said with a deep frown, looking down at his feet. “I could hurt you. The Ghost Touch…”

A frown spread across your features, too. You knew that he was right. Ghost Touch was still a possibility and could kill you if you made contact with him.

“Can’t we at least try, though?” You ask, a more hopeful look replacing your sad expression. “You never know. Maybe things are different for us.”

“How can things be different, Y/n?” He says, sounding a little strained. “You’re the only one with any sort of common sense around this bunch, you should use it. My ectoplasm is like poison. If you touch it, you die. There’s no other way of putting it.”

“But there could be! Just look at Marissa and Ezekiel. They touched each other loads of times!”

Skull thinks about that for a little while, and then smirks. “I suppose you’re right about that. There was certainly a little something going on between those two idiots,” he chuckles to himself. Then, his tone goes back to being more serious. “But, still. Their circumstances were complicated. I think it’s better if we just play it safe. I’m sorry.”

You look visibly disappointed, and Skull does too. He ponders his words for a moment and speaks up again.

“Believe me, Y/n… I want this just as much as you do. Maybe even more.”

He then sighs deeply, and this catches your attention.

“Look… there’s a reason I returned here. Personally, I could gladly go without ever seeing some of these ‘eccentric’ people again,” he scoffs, clearly thinking about a certain egotistical leader and bespectacled boy. “Lucy… it’s safe to say I’ve formed an attachment to her, as much as she begrudges me. Although, I suppose I don’t charm her all too much, either. But you, Y/n… I hate to say it, but you genuinely mean something to me.”

Skull has to pause for a little moment again. It seems that this is all very hard for the green ghost to admit. He’s not used to being vulnerable like this, and feels like somewhat of a hypocrite for being sensitive when he so often gives others a hard time for behaving the same way.

“I love you, Y/n.”

He sniffles. The ghost has begun to cry.

“I never knew how to say it until it was too late. But I love you. So much more than you could ever know, more than I ever knew I could. I could hardly believe myself once I realized I was starting to feel this way. I wanted so badly to deny it, to push it down… usually I would just find people like you to be a pathetic twit, never anyone I would fall in love with.”

Skull chuckles in a bittersweet way. “Who knew. Looks like this crude old ghost still has a heart in him after all.”

It takes a moment for you to process all of these words. You never knew he felt this way about you. You just thought all of those little “hints” were just him messing around as he always does. There’s a slight moment of silence that fills the air as you think through what he says.

Skull cuts it off. “So, believe me, Y/n. There’s nothing I want more than to hold you, to kiss you. But I’m sorry, my love. I cannot risk losing you. I would never be able to live with that guilt.”

Another moment of silence, this time slightly more solemn.

“Isn’t that exactly why we should try it?” You ask in a soft voice, a little smile forming on your lips. “If anyone’s worth risking it all for… it’s you, Skully. I love you too.”

A sob wracks its way out of Skull’s throat the moment those words hit his ears. A green hand quickly covers his mouth as the tears stream down his face, muffling his further cries. He's not used to acting this way at all but there’s just something about you that allows him to feel vulnerable and break down his walls. Teary eyes meet with yours, and you can sense deep emotion within them.

When you step closer to him, he doesn’t fight it this time. He just stands there and cries, still covering his mouth, and never taking his eyes off yours.

Then, you reach out… and gently wipe a tear away.

More silence.

Your hand lingers there for a moment. A thumb caresses his cheek. Nothing happens.

You and Skull glance at each other with the same shocked expression, still in complete silence, before your hand moves again. You lovingly cup his face. Then pet his hair. Then grab his shoulders.

Nothing.

The silence is broken when Skull’s sobbing resumes. His hands shake intensely as he reaches up to grab your wrists. This ghost boy has been touch starved beyond belief and he hasn’t even realized it until now when he finally feels your gentle touch. Suddenly you find him scooping you up in the tightest of hugs, his hands wandering every part of your body they can touch, memorizing every curve, every feature… all while he weeps. You retaliate the affection by giving him those soft touches he has already fallen in love with and kissing his forehead and cheeks.

“Y/n, my darling…” He whispers, pulling you into another strong embrace once again. “Oh, dearest…”

He simply melts right into you once you hug him back. Years of pining, tension, and heartache melt right off of him. All he feels now is peace, love, and pure joy. The things he thought he could only dream of having.

It’s up to you to take the initiative and kiss him, since he seems far too preoccupied in just the feeling of your hugs. Soft ectoplasmic lips meet yours and the two of you fit together like it was always meant to be. Poor Skull still cannot believe the luck he has.

But rest assured, he now knows that he has you. And he will never, ever let you go.

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Alone | Sebastian Kydd x Reader

Pairing: sebastian kydd x f!reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: when delivering her annual thanksgiving tradition cookies, y/n discovers just how alone sebastian has been feeling, and she’s determined to help fix that

Warnings: mild swearing

Masterlist | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: per usual i’m rewatching the carrie diaries, so now my head is swimming with fic ideas for my favorite guy, sebastian <3. every time i watch the thanksgiving episode in s1, it makes me sad about how alone sebastian really was half the time. he just wanted his family to care for and love him. i know it’s nowhere near thanksgiving, but when the writing urge calls, i can’t help but write. also i’m going to try and revive the sebastian x reader tag because when i tell you there’s next to nothing there. I’m glad there’s so many fics for austin, but what about my man seb? hopefully this encourages people to watch the carrie diaries if you haven’t already! anyways, enjoy and lmk what you think! :)

Everything was perfect. There’s nothing quite like a Thanksgiving dinner spent with family, friends, and good food. It’s true the holidays can get a little crazy, especially when it comes to family, but for once everything turned out wonderful. You spent the day with the people you love most and luckily the kitchen didn’t burn down when you were trying to cook the turkey. Honestly, that’s all you could’ve hoped for.

There was one person missing from your group though, and that was none other than Sebastian Kydd himself. You had invited him over the day before, but he told you how his mom was coming over and they were gonna have a real family dinner like they used to. He was so excited and you couldn’t help the way it made your heart swell. He deserved to finally have some family time, you know how much he loves his parents, even if sometimes they don’t always show it in return, so you understood completely that he wouldn’t make it.

One thing you know he can’t miss out on though, are your Thanksgiving cookies! Every year, without fail, it’s tradition for you to make the most delicious batch of cookies shaped as turkeys and dish them out to all your friends and family. You always get so happy when November hits and everyone starts asking you about them, even if Thanksgiving is still weeks away. It makes you feel good to see others happy with something you made, so you don’t mind at all making them each and every year.

You’ve just finished your latest batch, made special for Sebastian and his family, and are placing them carefully in a cute holiday tin you have left over from last year. While digging around for the tin earlier you even found a festive bow to put on top of it. It’s not much, especially not compared to what Sebastian is used to, but it’s something and you know he’ll appreciate the fact you even thought of him.

With a hum of content, you place the lid on the tin and wrap it with the bow, loving how it looks once you’re finished. Grabbing the gift, you make your way to the front door and put on your coat and shoes, knowing there was no way you were going out there without them. Given how cold it’s been outside lately, winter seems to be fast approaching this year.

The drive to Sebastian’s is quick, but soothing. The roads are practically empty, people tired from the day’s festivities and no doubt winding down for the evening. The lights hung up on the houses you pass by spark joy and a sense of comfort within you, there’s no feeling quite like it.

When you pull into the Kydds’ driveway, you instantly take note on how dark it seems inside the house. You know Sebastian’s most likely here, considering his car is still parked out front, but the only indication of occupancy seems to be the porch light being turned on. It’s strange, but you shake the feeling. His family is probably just in the back room where Sebastian likes to hang out. After the big meal you’re sure they had, there’s no doubt they’d want to sit comfortably in there.

Grabbing the cookie tin from the passenger’s seat, you step out of the car and lock it before making your way to the front door. Reaching out, you press the doorbell and wait for someone to come and answer it. A smile breaks out on your face when you see Sebastian through the window, making his way to the door.

It’s dark out here, the sun having set ages ago, but there’s no mistaking the way Sebastian’s blue eyes shine as he takes in your presence once he opens the door. Your cheeks flush in response.

“Hey, Y/L/N! What are you doin’ here? Come in,” he says, quickly making room so you’re able to go inside.

Stepping out of your shoes, you start to unbutton your coat as you make your way towards the back room. “I know you said your mom was coming over and you wouldn’t be able to stop by, but I couldn’t let you go without some of my world famous Thanksgiving cookies! I know you must be busy so I won’t stay long but-”

Rounding the corner, you stop dead in your tracks. In the place where you expected to find Sebastian’s family, his mom at least, you find nothing. The couch is empty, as are the two chairs on each side of the coffee table. It’s quiet, the only sound coming from the tv where the recap of today’s football game is playing.

Peeking into the Kitchen on your left, you hope with all you’ve got that Sebastian’s mom is just in the kitchen, refilling her wine glass or somehow striking up the strength to do the dishes on her own for once.

Nothing, not even a dirty dish is in sight. Did Sebastian even have dinner?

Turning towards the boy in question, you can immediately tell by the look on his face tonight did not go the way he had hoped. You sneak a glance at the bar cart and try to hide your frown as you see a used cup and a half empty bottle of liquor.

You fight back the sting of tears in your eyes as you picture Sebastian sitting in here drinking, alone, on Thanksgiving when he should be surrounded by his family.

“W-where, uh,” you clear your throat, trying to keep it together. “Where’s your mom? Did she leave already?” Please say yes, please say yes, please say-

“No. In order for her to leave she had to have been here in the first place.” The blonde lets out a scoff and shakes his head. He gives you a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes as he grabs your coat from you, placing it on a nearby chair. “It’s fine, honestly, nothing new.”

Sebastian moves to sit on the couch and you waste no time in following him. You set the tin down on the coffee table and turn towards him, already feeling the anger bubbling up inside you over what Sebastian’s family has done to him yet again. “No, it’s not fine, Sebastian. Your mom promised you she would be here and she should’ve been. It’s not right.”

Blue eyes meet yours and you watch as Sebastian contemplates something before starting to nod his head. “You’re right, it’s not fine. It sucks. You know I actually thought she was gonna make it this time, for real.”

Rubbing a hand down his face, Sebastian sighs before pinching the bridge of his nose. You can tell in his tone, in his actions, that he’s really disappointed. It’s sad to say he’s gotten used to it over the years, but when it comes to holidays, it hurts a little extra.

“Where’d she jet off to this time? Let me guess; Aspen? Palm beach?” A small laugh escapes Sebastian’s lips. He hates the fact this is so typical of his mother that it’s so obvious to you she’d leave at the drop of a hat for some dazzling destination, but at the same time he’s grateful for it. Grateful he has someone to confide in, who understands him and sees past the bullshit reputation he’s got going for him. To everyone else he’s Sebastian Kydd, but to you he’s just Sebastian.

“Saint Bart’s actually. Guess she got an offer from Lucas she couldn’t refuse.” Blue eyes roll before settling back on yours. You can see the sincerity in them as Sebastian goes to speak again. “I know it’s cheesy but I always really liked Thanksgiving. Used to go to my cousins house in Jersey, play touch football, eat too much.”

Sebastian looks away from you, letting his eyes fall to his lap as he thinks back on the fond memories of what his life used to be like.

“That sounds really nice, Seb. That’s the kind of Thanksgiving you should have. That’s the kind you deserve.” Your voice is soft, earnest. You tilt your head to try and catch his gaze again, it doesn’t take long for him to look up. He could never not look at you for too long.

“Is it crazy that I sometimes think the money ruined everything? My mom stopped talking to her brother, so I never see that side of the family anymore. She got her new boobs, and nose, and seems like a whole new brain. It’s like she doesn’t care about things like Thanksgiving anymore.” The boy sniffs and it’s obvious how hurt he is over all of this, obvious how much he still cares about holidays and his family, even if his mom and dad have tried to change that.

“You do, though. And that’s great that you still care, it’s important. No matter how much your mom changes, or your dad, I know you won’t let that change you. Won’t let them change the good heart I know you have.” Sebastian smiles at you, a real genuine smile, but you can still see the sadness in his eyes, the pain.

“You always know just what to say, don’t you?” He whispers. “It’s too bad this good heart couldn’t change the fact I’m alone on one of my favorite holidays of the year.”

Instantly, you reach out and grab the blonde’s hand, wanting to ground him, wanting him to know you’re right here. “Hey, you’re not alone. You never were. As long as I’m around I won’t let you celebrate another holiday like this, not ever. You deserve to be surrounded by people who care about you, who love you.” Your breath hitches in your throat, but you quickly move past it, a faint blush coating your cheeks. “It’s not fair that your mom does this to you and expects you to be okay with it, for it to be normal. I know no one’s perfect and things happen, but no one should be left alone during the holidays, especially not by their parents.”

You can’t help the tear that slides down your cheek. Flashes of today flooding your mind. The good time you had, the laughs, the food, the comfort. All the while Sebastian was home alone with no one to give him comfort. No apparent warm meal or source of humor. Just disappoint of his own mother not showing up once again.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t cry! Please don’t feel sad over this, I’ll be fine, really.” Sebastian moves closer to you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek and his thumb wiping away the stray tear. “You know, I was sitting here, just thinking, and I realized you were the person I really wanted to see. I knew I could talk to you and you’d get it. Sometimes I feel like you’re the only person who really understands me. Who actually listens and doesn’t just jump to conclusions like everyone else in this town. I hope you know how much that means to me, how much you mean to me.”

Your heart soars at Sebastian’s confession. All you wanted was to let the boy know how much he’s cared for, how much he matters, and that he isn’t alone even if it may seem like it. If the look in his eyes indicates anything, you think you did a pretty good job.

Bringing your hand up to graze Sebastian’s face you smile before whispering, “I hope you know how much you mean to me, Kydd.”

A beat of silence passes between you, a look of pure bliss evident on both your faces, a million unspoken words being exchanged. Suddenly, Sebastian’s face is inching towards yours and you don’t think for a second about moving away. You accept the connection of his lips with yours wholeheartedly.

Sliding your hand to the back of Sebastian’s head, you let your fingers tangle in the waves at the base of his neck. The feeling of this moment is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. Sebastian’s full, pink lips are warm and soft; his scent enveloping the two of you, making you want to be even closer than you are right now.

Needing a breath of air, you break apart, soft pants coming from both you and Sebastian.

“So, world famous cookies, huh?” The blonde huffs out and you laugh while leaning your forehead against his.

“Yep, they’re shaped like turkeys too.”

“Oh, well these I have to try.” Sebastian gets up from the couch and you watch as he grabs the tin of cookies from the table. The smile and evident boost of happiness exuding from the boy makes you feel better, that maybe now he believes a little bit more that he does have someone who would choose him over a vacation any day.

“C’mon, Kydd, let’s get a drink for those cookies.” Standing, you go to move past Sebastian to get to the kitchen, but you stop when you feel him grab your hand.

“Thanks for coming, Y/N.” There’s a shy smile on his lips, and you can’t decide if it’s just the low lighting but you swear you can see a faint red tint on his pale cheeks. You know it’s not easy for Sebastian to be vulnerable, he doesn’t do it often, but when he does you know he means it.

“Anytime, Sebastian.” Taking a step towards him, you reach up and plant a quick kiss on his cheek, basking in the warmth of his skin on your lips. “Did you eat?You got any fruit and whipped cream, maybe some marshmallows? I don’t know how to make much but I can whip us up a mean ambrosia salad.”

Sebastian laughs and shakes his head as he follows you into the kitchen, a full range of groceries available for you to make whatever you please.

“Sure, sweetheart. I like ambrosia salad.”

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