(sorry these are so fast i don't have time to fix it any more)

oh my god. so do you ever tweet something stupid like “a yoi vampire au where victor let yuuri bite him during the sochi banquet”, and then your entire tl gangs up on you and makes you contemplate this in vivid detail until words come out.


Everyone knew that Yuuri Katsuki was a vampire.

It wasn’t much of a problem, these days. Viktor had had a vampire rinkmate once, when he’d just moved up to the junior division. Ivan hadn’t been any stronger or faster, and he’d only shrugged when Viktor asked about the blood.

“It’s like – wanting ice cream,” he’d tried to explain. “It’s good if you have it, but you don’t need it, yes?”

That’s what centuries of defensive breeding did for you. Humans far outnumbered vampires, after all.

So Yuuri Katsuki was a vampire, which didn’t mean as much as “Yuuri Katsuki has level 4 spins but can’t land a quad Salchow,” and Viktor wouldn’t have thought any more about it except that Yuuri Katsuki placed sixth at the Grand Prix Final in Sochi and got very drunk at the banquet, after.

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secretsecretsecretsecretsceret  asked:

Heeeey, what's up! I just started following your blog and it is the best thing ever! your characterizations are A+++ on point. Anyway, have you considered the UT/UF/US/SF bros reactions to... Soulmates? like meeting them for the first time? or just being with them?(I believe your ask box is open, if not or if you just don't like this ask ignore:) Thanks for your time!

……Is it weird that I’m pretty sure this is the first request I’ve gotten for soulmate AU? Weird with how common that concept is in this fandom. Anyways for the sake of this the clearest indicator for SOULMATE is a strong buzzing sensation in your SOUL when you touch. However, Soulmates will likely be drawn to each other personally before any physical touch and quickly developed romantic feelings can be taken as an indication of at least soul compatibility, if not mate status. Also thank you so much for the compliment

UT!Sans: Honestly, always kind of assumed he was the kind of guy without a soulmate.

He’d heard others describe the feeling. A tugging, an emptiness, sometimes faint echoes of emotions you couldn’t really explain, like a magnet or a ghost pulling you towards your other half. He’d never really felt that. Well, maybe the emptiness, but he’d always chalked that up to his old pal depressive tendencies (soon to evolve into full on depression).

Not to say he was terribly disappointed. He’d seen plenty of people work out without being soulmates. Undyne and Alphys for instance. They weren’t soulmates, and they were working out just fine. Toriel and Asgore were, and look how that turned out. Soulmates wasn’t a guarantee that you’d workout as partners, or everlasting love or any of that. It just meant there was something deep inside you that resonated. Love or hate, you couldn’t be neutral towards each other, and the universe would do its best to throw you together in some capacity.

So when he’s selling hot dogs to a decent looking human on  a street corner and he feels a strange buzzing in his chest as his phalanges brush yours when he hands it to you….he’s honestly not sure what his reaction is. There’s a thrill, sure, and a cold sweat,  but also a strange urge to just let you walk away and never speak again.

No such luck. You felt it too, and unlike him had no context to explain it.

“Uh….sorry, kind of a magic  equivalent of static electricity.” He says, pulling an explanation out of his ass.

“Oh.” There’s a pause and then something in your eyes glinted. “So is the hotdog free then?”


“Cause you already…charged me for it.” You burst out laughing before you even finish it. “Sorry, couldn’t resist, that was bad.”

His face slowly stretches into a crooked grin. After a few more bad jokes he asks you if you’re doing anything later.

He doesn’t bring up the Soulmate thing. Doesn’t want to put any kind of pressure on you, he knows the concept is pretty unique with humans. Not to mention he’s not sure himself where this is going. But you seem cool. Definitely got the same shitty sense of humor. Papyrus seems to like you too (he doesn’t tell him either, doesn’t need that wrench in the works).

He tells himself it’ll be fine. Just platonic friends, maybe something more, but why rush himself. But he’s falling faster than normal. Its like something inside him…..ever seen a door slightly ajar get pushed into place so the latch clicks? It feels like that. Not a big change, but something feels right that wasn’t before. The connection is simpler, and yet deeper than he’s used to having, and….he’d never forgive himself if he let this turn into another unchased possibility.

Chances are he’ll never tell you you’re soulmates. He doesn’t like how compulsory that sounds, doesn’t want you to think he only became your friend and later your partner because his magic told him to.

UT!Papyrus: He believes strongly in soulmates but is a little too paranoid about it. Any kind of strong immediate feelings (he assumes) could indicate soul compatibility, explaining his tendency to commit quickly to relationships. Soulmate spotting doesn’t come with a hard and fast list of symptoms. It hits everyone differently and young monsters grow up hearing “You’ll know it when you see it”. Frustrating, to say the least. Thus his tendency to fall hard and fast. He keeps getting disappointed, but as always, Papyrus is an indefatigable optimist.

But for as alert as he is he could never have predicted how it would hit him. He and Undyne were out walking when they saw someone’s purse being stolen. Naturally Undyne pursued, with him close behind. She cut the thief off while he came on them from behind, preventing any escape. The thief whirled on him, face meeting chest……and right where your nose brushed his Soul buzzed excitedly.

Both of you stop in surprise. You drop the bag, yelping as you clutch at your chest. What the hell?! Papyrus staggers a bit, and his eye sockets go unbelievably wide. Undyne is confused but takes advantage of the opportunity to sweep your legs and pin you to the ground. Before she can get too far though Papyrus calls out “WAIT, THAT’S MY SOULMATE!”

All three of you are struck dumb.

“What the hell, Pap, are you sure?” She lifts up your head, none too gently. “This scum?”

“E-EVIDENTLY.” He kneels down and picks up the bag, fixing you with a kind smile. “BUT IF THEY ARE MY SOULMATE THEN OBVIOUSLY THERE MUST BE SOME GOOD IN THEM!”

Naturally at first you want nothing to do with this bizarre monster, chest buzz or not. Especially after his friend made you return the purse and forced you to say you’d come see them tomorrow or Undyne would report you. You show up determined to rebuff any attempts at kindness, you just want to move on.

But slowly, he starts to wear you down. He’s too sweet to hate, and besides, he keeps the angry fish lady off your back. His brother doesn’t trust you but seems to default to his brother’s judgment.

As time goes on the relationship blossoms. Papyrus never forces you to a place relationally you’re not ready to go, but he insists that you can’t not be involved in some respect. He’s one of the few people in your life convinced you’re not a bad person. And somehow he manages to convince not only the others, but you.

Papyrus, with his infinite patience, unbeatable optimism, and genuine sweetness, slowly wins you over. You become a better person because of him. Not that he’d ever admit he did anything. “JUST BROUGHT OUT THE GOODNESS THAT WAS HIDING IN YOU ALL ALONG, DATEMATE!”

UF!Sans: Meeting your soulmate while drunk probably isn’t the ideal scenario, but given the ratio of drunk to sober days he has most weeks its not mathematically that surprising.

Unfortunately for him at the time he’s unable to distinguish the buzz in his soul when his arm slings around your waist from any of the variety of buzzes human alcohol gives a skeleton monster. Given that you’re half in the tank too you likely aren’t really aware of what’s happening either. But he likes your eyes and you’re decent company, and that pretty soft body, damn……one thing leads to another and he wakes up with a splitting headache, a naked human in his bed, and a tugging in his soul that’s becoming more noticeable the more you cuddle up to him.


Red’s never really been into the idea of soulmates. Namely because he doesn’t want to see whoever pairs perfectly with this dumpster fire. So he tamps the feeling down. Probably bad booze. He waits till you get up, you exchange numbers, and you’re out the door.

You hang out a few more times. Sometimes to hook up. Sometimes just to drink or get some food when you’re in the same area. They’re not officially dates, he’s certainly not going out of his way to make it romantic. But you’re funny, sexy, and fun to be around. Seem to think the same about him (for gods know what reason), so he doesn’t feel the need to justify it. The tugging and ache….well, they don’t go away. But he’s getting better at ignoring it.

Or, well, he was. He notices you pawing at your sternum until finally you break down. “Hey, look, I’m not saying its your fault, but there’s like this weird feeling in my chest whenever we hang out. Is that like a magic thing?”

“Uh…” Fuck, he’s usually a better liar but you hit him out of the blue. “Yeah, maybe.”

You’re smart enough not to buy it. You slowly start prodding him for the actual answer until he snaps and tells you. Before it can sink in he vanishes. You don’t seem him for a few days and he doesn’t answer his phone.

You: Red?


You: Look, its not……I don’t want to be rude but its not a big deal I guess?

You: If you don’t want to be with me like that or whatever

You: But you’re a great guy, be a damn shame to lose my drinking buddy over this dumb universe shit

You: so what do you say?

One hour later

Red: grillby’s tonight?

You: If you’re buying

Red: yeah, yeah, my tab

The two of you do this for months, insisting that this is fine. You’re soulmates. Its whatever. If you wanna hang out, you’re gonna hang out, it’s not because of that.

If he flirts, it’s because he does that all the time, not cause you’re soulmates.

If kisses start lasting longer, outside the context of the occasional one night stand, soft pecks when he’s dropping you off, it’s not….it’s not because of that.

At some point the lines between a relationship and friends with benefits slowly blur into each other faster and faster until you’re officially partners. It’s only then that you start to realize…..shit, guess this soulmate junk may have something to it.

UF!Papyrus: You don’t know what you totally expected when you went out shopping that day. But it definitely didn’t include brushing by two skeletons, feeling a weird thrill in the center of your chest, and having the taller one turn around and shriek “YOU?!?!”

Edge believes in soulmates too. But he’s got something very specific in mind. Someone who will follow orders, keep their space clean, shower him with kisses RESPECT and who’ll help him keep Sans’ ass in line. So coming across a random stranger in the mall and boom, that’s your soulmate?!?!?! Not allowed. Unacceptable.

Alright, alright, he can work with this. He chases you down, and if he somehow manages not to scare you off in the first five seconds of charging towards you your number is demanded requested and you are ordered to show up at his house first thing tomorrow morning.

You don’t know why you’re playing along, but….soulmates, huh? You’d never really thought it was a thing, but that buzz in your chest. That was definitely real. And there’s something charming about his overblown bluster, in a cartoon villain kind of way. You do it. You show up at his house. No one seems more surprised than his brother.

Naturally you’re going to fall short of at least a couple of his standards. You’re only human. He’s furious. How could you possibly be the soulmate of the Great and Terrible Papyrus. In the end he’s not that great at hiding his displeasure, and you storm out after telling him off. Some soulmate, this asshole Pygmalion Project douchebag is supposed to be someone you can resonate with??? Damn, the universe must hate you. For his part he claims its far more convenient that you go, but he can’t help but feel a pang of regret as he watches your retreating form.

You see each other around a bit. You refuse to change stores just because you might see him, but try to avoid him whenever you encounter him. He doesn’t approach you for weeks, but there’s something stirring within him. For the first time he’s feeling…..guilty? N-Nonsense! He never regrets his actions. Only rethinks his strategy!

And currently that strategic rethinking involves paying for your groceries by slipping the cashier some cash when he’s ahead of you in line. Leaving anonymous flowers outside your doorstep. Telling off someone who was getting a little too close for comfort and disappearing before you could…..thank him? Confront him? You aren’t sure.

Finally you steal your nerve and go to talk to him. You do have the address at least. You end up having a lengthy, extremely awkward conversation, in which he comes (and you’re not sure of this) extremely close to an apology. Red is still picking his jaw up off the floor.

Edge gave up on the idea of a romantic relationship after that first night. But maybe….maybe you could be friends. It’s not easy. Nothing with Boss ever is. But that soulmate quality exists for a reason. You find you empathize with his need for control, with his drive and his emphasis on holding himself together. You understand him in a way you haven’t understood many people. He finds you balance him out, and challenge him in a way he isn’t used to being challenged. He can’t get away with his usual bullshit with you. When he crosses the line you stand toe to toe with him and let him know. And while it’s infuriating…..it’s strangely intriguing. You get away with shit Red wouldn’t in a million years. Seriously, how the hell are you doing that?

Whether or not it progresses into a romantic relationship is kind of up to you, but at some point Edge will want to. Maybe his soulmate wasn’t how he pictured, how he wanted. But…..he can’t imagine it being any other way.

US!Sans: Just another night at the club. The only thing (at first) separating that night from any other was that your dance partner was a skeleton. Not your usual fare, but he had a sweet face and had asked you so excitedly that you couldn’t turn him down. He was a good dancer, very energetic, almost running you into the ground with his quick pace. Every touch is gentle, non-intrusive, yet sparks with…something, magic maybe? Either way, it feels good, making the color in your cheeks rise.

As the song comes to an end he straight up dips you down, panting a bit with the energy expended, and as his eyelights meet yours….Both of you feel a buzzing sensation that surprises him so much he drops you.

Sans apologizes profusely and helps you to your feet, then asks you if you want to come home with him. You hesitate, you’re normally not the type to go home with strange guys, but something in the look on his face and the powder blue flush on his cheeks (though stars know how a skeleton does that)……you feel like you can trust him. You agree and take an awkwardly silent walk home with him. He seems more excited than before, and keeps looking at you like he wants to say something but holds it back.

His home is a small but clean one story a few blocks away. On the couch is another skeleton in an orange hoodie, smoking a cigarette that is hastily put out and stowed when you come in. He raises a brow at your presence but doesn’t question it, trading some banalities with Sans. Seems their brothers. He clears out pretty quickly and Sans guides you to the couch.

He explains the buzzing. You’re soulmates. On some fundamental level, compatible. Made for each other, in a way. His eyelights are shining brighter and you swear you can see the outline of tiny stars in the center as he tells you he’s been looking for his for a very long time, and he can’t believe it was someone as pretty as you!

His enthusiasm is catching, and in the end you’re swept up in it. He takes you home and chastely pecks your cheek before running off into the night, practically beaming. You start dating regularly. Sans is almost….overwhelming in his perfection. He’s enthusiastic, kind, sweet, affectionate, solid, honest, and completely infatuated with you.

And that, in a way, is the problem. Sans is already in love with you, but doesn’t know every side of you. While he never brings up anything that disappoints him, you can’t help but feel he fell in love with the idea of you before bothering to get to know you as a person. Not to mention things are moving way too fast. Sure, maybe you’re soulmates, but everything in you is screaming that you can’t be fixing yourself this firmly to a guy that, from a time perspective, you barely know.

Finally you have to end it. It breaks his heart, but you convince him to settle for being friends, for now at least. Someday maybe you’ll be ready for the type of closeness, but for now, you want to spend some time getting to know each other. And though you’re cautious, you find you’re not disappointed in what you find.

US!Papyrus: Stretch sighed and resisted the urge to reach for the cigarettes in his pocket. They didn’t allow smoking in this place. One of the only downsides about living on the Surface, everything was catered to delicate human lungs. They didn’t allow outside food either so he didn’t have a lollipop to fall back on. He was this close to giving in and chewing on one of the toothpicks just to get something in his mouth but he hated when wood slivers fell in his mouth.

Only about an hour left in this thing, and he was seriously looking forward to it being over. Speed dating hadn’t sounded awful honestly. Blue and Tale (he never did feel comfortable calling him Papyrus in his head) had been coming to this place almost every time the restaurant held an event. They seemed to take it as a speed round on making friends. Most of the time they didn’t even end up with an actual romantic date out of it, just another dinner guest for Spaghetti Taco night. They’d been trying to get him and Classic to go for weeks. Classic had made his excuses but Stretch had been….kind of curious. He liked flirting, he liked food being paid for by people not him (Blue and Tale had footed the bill), and with the seven minute thing at least the creepier ones couldn’t stick around too long.

Still, he was reaching his limit. Kind of hard to get past the “Hi, my name is” stage in seven minutes into anything actually fun. Not to mention he was tired. Still, Blue and Tale showed no signs of flagging and he was their ride, so he had a feeling he was in this till the end.

New partner. You sat down across from him. You looked a bit shy, which he guessed was fairly endearing. Cute enough.

“Hey P-” you started a bit. “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were….” your eyes skirted to Tale.

“ ‘saright.” he says. Not the first time that had happened tonight. “People say we could be twins. Name’s Stretch, ‘m Blue’s brother.”

“I’m really sorry, that kind of came off…..racist, I guess? Speciesist? Whatever it is when you imply all skeletons look alike.”

He snickered. “Hey, what’s that saying you humans got? No matter what we’re all flesh and bone underneath. We just skipped the first part.”

You chuckle. “Something like that, I guess.” You told him your name.

“Regular, I’m guessing? You seem to know Paps.”

“Sort of. I’ve been a couple of times when my apartment feels too empty for the eighth night in a row.” You pause. “Sorry, wow that sounds depressing.”

“Nah.Sounds about like my weekends when Blue’s out somewhere.” He leaned back in his chair.

“Anxiety, depression, or just a shut-in?”

“Hmm, mostly the first but hey, the second pulls its weight.”

“I’m the first with the third thrown in for shits and giggles.”

“Well, we’re well-rounded at least.” He pulled a hoodie string in his mouth and started chewing.

“At least.” You chuckle.

“….so not to be rude but that’s kind of upfront for a seven minute encounter.”

You passed a hand over your forehead. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, I’ve been trying to sell myself all night and I think I’m….I don’t know.”

“Reachin your burn out point.” He leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table. “Don’t worry about it, me too. I don’t mind talking, but if you want we can just sit back, check our phones, get some silence if you want. Sound okay?”

The waiter brought in fresh drinks and you smiled. “Well, I’ll toast to that.”

He chuckled. As you both reached for your drinks your fingertips briefly brushed his hand….and suddenly it was like static electricity, straight to the chest. You were startled a bit but Stretch nearly fell out of his chair.

You….you were…..

Looks like not talking wasn’t gonna be an option.

He runs you down on what’s happening, both of you stubbornly refusing to move from your seats during changeover. When finally the staff tells you you have to he grabs your hand and takes you out back, running you through what just happened. And for once the skeleton with the most chill is looking unbelievably stressed, lighting up a cig as soon as you’re outside the no smoking area.

Soulmates? The very idea is terrifying to him. Talk about fuckin pressure…..he can’t handle this, not after a long night. You exchange numbers and agree to meet up later.

The next few weeks are a roller coaster of Stretch’s wavering commitment levels. Sometimes he’ll ghost on you with no explanation, only to show up on your doorstep with an awkward apology. He takes you for a date but looks like he wants to die through most of it, but then you come over to his place for dinner and he loops an arm around your shoulder. You can never tell which version of him is coming over, and to be honest he feels guilty as hell about it. You’re a good person, hell, he could actually picture himself being friends, even dating you even without the soulmate thing, but that weird spiritual significance the bond adds to the whole thing just takes him places mentally he doesn’t want to be. He has a lot of internalized expectations for how soulmates are supposed to act and doesn’t really feel up to any of them.

Assuming you don’t ditch him during those mercurial few months things do settle down. He starts approaching it like any other relationship, with the same casual savoir-faire. He decides to take the soul bond as more of an added bonus than a bar-setter, and it helps his approach. He’s a good partner, casual and funny, but dedicated.

SF!Sans: You were storming down the stairs of your apartment building as the deafening alarm bells rang, absolutely pissed. You had three projects to finish by the end of the week and the last thing you needed was YET ANOTHER fire alarm. Especially when nothing appeared to be in flames.

You joined the small cluster of your fellow building mates, hugging your sweatshirt against the chill evening air. You walked among them, trying to piece together from various conversation who the hell deprived you of precious.minutes of work.

“Did you see anything?”

“Kitchen fire-”

“Maybe, but who-”

“Fucking asshole-”

“Look, Chief, all I’m sayin is if smoke’s pouring out of the oven, turn it off.” You pause. Bingo.

“I WILL DO NO SUCH THING! THE SMOKE IS WHAT GIVES MY BURRITOS THEIR DISTINCTIVE FLAVOR!” Its the two skeleton monsters you’d seen around a few times. The shorter one was the one yelling, while the taller one looked exhausted and mildly annoyed.

“Look, all ‘m sayin is the firefighters are getting pretty pissed off about having to come back so often. Not to mention stoves are expensive.”


You’d heard enough. Stomping slightly and eyes blazing, you walked up to them and tapped the shorter one on the shoulder. He whirled on you. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?”

“Hi, excuse me, don’t mean to intrude, but what the FUCK is your damage.”

He looks stunned, for a moment too much so to speak, and his brother is shooting daggers at you but frankly you’re too pissed to care.

“Can you fucking control your damn stove so that I don’t have to tromp my ass out here GODS KNOW how many fucking times this week?! Some of us have work to do that isn’t setting food on fire and you’re getting. In. the fucking. Way.”

He found his tongue. “HOW DARE YOU-”

“I’m just saying, dude, after the fifth time maybe you’d get a clue!”

“Hey, back off.” The taller one said, looking at you with a dangerous eye.

You pointed an accusing finger at the other’s chest. “So get. Your shit. Toge-” Your finger had jabbed his chest at that point and suddenly a buzz erupted in your chest. You reacted instinctively and backed off, yelping a bit. The other felt something too and collapsed to a knee.

“Chief?!” The taller one knelt down beside him. “Sans, you okay?”

He was breathing hard for a minute and he looked up at you with a bizarrely intense face. “…..I’M FINE.”


“I’M FINE!” He jerked his shoulders out of his brother’s grip and got to his feet. “COME ON, THEY’VE TURNED OFF THE ALARMS.” He walked away. The taller one shot you a dirty look before following.

……What the hell?

Somehow you managed to get the work done. There are no other fire alarm issues. You’re celebrating with a tired glass of wine a few days later when there’s a knock at the door. When you open it, there’s nothing but a plate of burritos there. What the- You flash back to the conversation. Is this….his way of apologizing? Maybe. You’re never one to turn down food and with the high from getting your work done you’re less inclined to be pissed with him, so you take it in and sample it.

Oh gods. If this is how his cooking usually is you can understand why smoke might help. At least it might mask some of the other flavors.

He keeps leaving burritos outside your room and you don’t have the heart to turn them down, but you can’t stand dumping food this much, so finally you show up outside his door and offer to show him a new method. His brother is shooting you dirty looks and he’s very resistant to most changes you suggest, but in the end you manage to churn up something, if not exactly tasty, at least approaching edible. Despite being stubborn and bossy, you kind of find yourself enjoying it. He’s got a sort of charm to him, and definitely has a lot of passion. Somehow he manages to convince you to stop by for dinner sometime.

Blood never tells you you’re soulmates. It sounds….gross and sappy and romantic and NOOOOOO. But he slowly works his way into your favors, toning down his aggressiveness a bit. He surprisingly smoothly transitions you into dating, and before you quite know what’s happening you’re having your first kiss outside your apartment door with the guy who keeps setting off the damn alarm. And somehow….you wouldn’t want it any other way.

(Oh, and Syrup does eventually forgive you).

SF!Papyrus: Last delivery of the night, and you’d finally be off. Least it was this place. You’d delivered enough late night takeout to know the guy tipped well. You knocked.

The door opened, revealing Syrup’s lanky form. “Hey kid.”

“Hey, dude.” You forked over the takeout. “Usual. Your bro not cooking tonight?”

“Staying the night with a friend. On my own for tonight.”

“Ah, explains the smell.” You say, indicating the faint fumes of weed wafting from the living room.

“Our little secret, sweetheart.” He winked.

You grinned faintly. Syrup was just enough of a casual flirt that you always kind of looked forward to him popping up on your route.

“How much do I owe ya.”

“$12.17.” You say, pulling the fanny pack with your change in it to your front. “Though I swear we should put this one on the house, you’re practically keeping us in business.”

“Not sure if that’s a reflection on me or the restaurant.” He handed you a twenty. You started counting out the change but he shook his head. “Keep it.”

“Dude, no, 7 bucks is way too much.”

“Hey, don’t argue, I’m a customer and the customer’s always right, right?”

“Come on, man, at least take some of it back, I feel guilty.” You press into his hand before he can protest again. The bones feel odd against your skin. Coming down to it, this may have been the first time you’d touched him instead of just handing items across…..You only have a second to contemplate this before there’s a thrill in your chest like an electric shock. Seems he felt it too: he yelped, jerking his hand back as the change fell to the floor, scattering coins.

Both of you pant a bit, cradling your hands. The buzzing stays, but is less intense. More like a faint vibration.

“What….what the hell….?” you say, finally looking from your hand to Syrup, only to find him staring at you with a dumbfounded expression. “….Syrup.”

“Uh….yeah.” He knelt to the ground, ducking his face a bit as he collects the dropped cash. “Just….just a stray magic burst. Sorry, happens sometimes.” He stands up and puts the change back to you, still avoiding your eyes. “Shouldn’t be any long term effects.”

“Um….are you okay?”

“What?” His eyelights finally dart up to hold yours, only to look away as he places a hand on the door. “Yeah, fine. Just baked. I’ll see ya later, maybe.” He closed the door before you could say another word.

Behind the door he has a minor crisis. Fuck. He’d gone this long without a soulmate, he’d just kind of assumed he didn’t have one. Now he has one, and its you, the human he’d been casually moving in on for a while now…..fuck, he’s not nearly baked enough for this shit.

Syrup’s not half bad at getting laid but a committed relationship? His confidence goes out the fucking window. Not to mention thanks to dedicating himself to looking after Sans he barely has the time (never mind that since he’s hit the surface Sans needs less looking after than he used to). What….what the hell is he supposed to do?

In the end, nothing. The next few times you deliver, he’s not rude exactly, but compared to every other encounter he’s extremely terse and withdrawn. After a while he finds he can’t resist getting back into playful banter, but he’s shyer, less likely to flirt. What the hell’s the point of getting attached. And yeah, he sees the irony.

Blood finds out, of course. Syrup’s never been much good at keeping things from his brother and after watching him mope around for an hour whenever you drop off food he puts the pieces together. He tells him to suck it up and just ask you out and keeps badgering him until Syrup finally lets it go that you’re soulmates. That seems to get him to back off…..until the next time you drop off food and he just lets you walk away.

Just as you’re about to exit the building you hear Sans barking after you. “HUMAN!”

You turn around to see him dragging his brother forward by his shirt collar, forcing the taller to bend down so he could keep up. It was almost funny. There was an orange tint to his skull that keeps getting stronger the closer they get to you and he’s mumbling protests up until Sans throws him in front of you.

“YOU AND MY BROTHER ARE SOULMATES.” Sans says irritatedly, giving you a terse rundown of what he is. “SO CAN YOU JUST TAKE HIM OUT ALREADY SO I CAN STOP DEALING WITH HIS SULKING?” And before either of you can say anything, he’s stormed off back to the apartment.

anonymous asked:

Do you like shance? If you like it, what about 3 shance? I don't wanna make u uncomfortable or something

(See, this ask makes me want to buddle you in a blanket.  You were probably really stressed out about sending it and thats not cool.  Stupid fucking antis.

And yes, yes I like shance.  It’s my OTP.

This got a little long and it’s a little meh and also unbeta’d but please enjoy!)

“I’m sorry I yelled at you…”  Shiro started awkwardly, walking next to Lance through the castle halls.  

“It’s whatever man.”  Lance brushed off with none of his usual carefree tone.  

“It’s not.”  Shiro shook his head.  “You had a point when you said Keith was too hotheaded to go.  I should have listened to you.”

“See, it’s all well and good that you’re saying that Shiro, but I mean it’s not like you’re actually going to listen to me next time either so it’s whatever.”  Lance stated, glaring at the ground.  Shiro frowned.  He was trying to apologize, why was Lance making it so hard?

“What do you mean?”  He prompted.

“I mean you never listen to me.”  Lance huffed, hands coming up to gesture as he stopped walking and turned to face Shiro.  “Or Hunk.  You treat Hunk and me like some side characters while Pidge and Keith are the main event, who need your every second of attention and could do no wrong.”  He snapped.  “And I don’t think that’s about to change tomorrow so you’re apology is a big fat whatever to me right now Shiro.”  The Blue Paladin quickly turned away, storming into his room and leaving behind a confused Shiro.

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💐I Dislike How Insecure Ino Was/Is (IDK If She Still Is lol) When It Came To Her Self Image. (Very Long Post) My Opinion. No Hate Towards Sai/Ino Or Sasuke/Sakura. Analysis💐

 Ino Displayed A Longing To Be Seen By Others When It Came To Her Image. The First Person To Acknowledge On How “Beautiful” She Is Was Sai. 

Ino Instantly Grew An Attraction Towards Him (B/C He Resembles Sasuke) Which Could Be Seen As Shallow (B/c She Doesn’t Even Know Him). The Result Of How “Shallow” Ino’s Personality Was Shown When Sai Lied To Her Calling Her  “Beautiful”, When He Actually Meant She’s “Ugly”. This Action Showed How Insecure/Foolish Ino Was When She’s Suddenly Shock That Someone Actually Found Her Attractive.

Little Did She Know That People “Especially Boys” Have A Tendency To Lie Straight To Your Face Without You Ever Knowing How They Truly Feel. Not Knowing That Rule Sai Had To Learn The Hard Way, That He Can’t Express His “True” Words Towards Everyone Especially When It Came To Girls.   

Because We “Girls” Tend To Wear Our Hearts On Our Sleeves Thinking What They Say Is Truly What They Feel. So Sai Knew He Couldn’t Call Ino Ugly Or He Will Get The Same Treatment As He Did From Sakura.

Please Don’t Tell Me Ino & Sai Had A “Strong” Friendship Before They Started Dating.

B/C We All Know That’s Some “Major” B.S.

She Only Wanted To Get To Know Sai Because She Finally Found Someone (That Looks Similar To Sasuke) Who Thought She’s Attractive. This Action Caused Her To Want To Be “Desire” By Both Sasuke & Sai.

 It’s A Shame How One Boy “Sasuke” Could Destroy These Girls (Sakura & Ino) Confidence. And To Make Matters Worst The Girls Start To Feel Like They Are “Useless” or “Ugly” Because Of Being Rejected By Him. 

Where The Hell Were Their Parents During Their Childhood? 

Ino’s By Far One Of The Most Develop Female Characters In The Series. She Faced So Many Hardships Such As Rejection, Insecurity, Troubling Friendships and Death.

I Strongly Dislike How Kishimoto Created Some Of The Naruto Girls To Portray As “Lovestruck, Insecure & Weak Minded Female Characters”. When That’s Not The Case.


🎶Thanks For Making Me A FIGHTER🎶


The “Sai & Ino” Episode Was Very Weak & Fast Paced. I Literally Felt No “Love/Friend” Connection Between The Two Characters.

It Was Awkward As Hell Seeing Her Hugged Sai. 

Shikamaru Hiden Novel Had More Emotion Then This Episode.

 I Know The Novels Are Typically Better Than The Show/Movies, But ShikaTema Felt More Realtistic In The Episode .So,There’s Something “Missing” With Sai & Ino’s Connection.   

Did You Notice How Ino Disregards The Word “Kindness” And Only Focuses On Being Called “Beautiful”?

 She Still Shows Signs Of Being Insecure (Even Her Reaction Could Be Seen As How A Young Girl Would React Being Called Pretty For The First Time).

My Point To All Of This Is Ino Yamanaka Is More Than A Beautiful/Kind Hearted Kunoichi She’s A Survivor. 

She’s Not A Character Who Waits Around Waiting For Someone Just To Acknowledge Her. She Needs Someone Who’s Capable Of Showing Actions Of Affection Rather Than Speaking Them. That’s Why I Shipped That “Small” InoKiba Moment. B/C Kiba Was The Closest Thing (Similar To Shikamaru) Who Seemed Like A Capable Character Of Always Having Ino’s Back When She Needs Someone To Catch Her Falls.

DAMN THIS IS LONG! LMAO (I’m Just Caught In My Feelings) I’m Sorry Followers. 

FIC: show up

supergirl, post-season 2 finale, alex/maggie, the danvers sisters, 1k, first in a series of “maggie doesn’t say yes” fics

Maggie doesn’t say yes.

Maggie says, “Babe, I love you so much, but we are not getting engaged right now. You are figuring out where Kara went and we are watching movies and spending my entire paycheck on food to cheer her up.”

Alex blinks a few times. Swallows. She has to clear her throat to say, “Yeah. Yeah, right, good idea.”

Maggie catches her by the arm before she can turn away. She holds Alex’s face in both hands and presses their foreheads together.

“I love you, Alex Danvers,” she whispers. “But we’re not getting engaged because your sister had to send away some boy who you never thought was good enough for her anyway.”

A tear slips down Alex’s cheek but she chuckles.

“When we’re ready,” Maggie says, “just us, no one else. When we’re ready, and the world isn’t ending or about to end or just saved from ending. When it’s just us and we live together and we’re ready, I’ll say yes, okay?”

Alex pulls back to look at her. “You want to live with me?”

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” Maggie says, because she does, God, she does, but they can’t make this decision right after the world almost ended. “Let’s find your sister first.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your blog btw and its always quick to update, yay! I was wondering if you could do Atsushi, Akutagawa and Chuuya how they'd react to a lover with supraventricular tachycardia arrhythmia? Basically when her heart can beat really fast at any random moment and make her start crying, squirming and sometimes screaming in pain and there's no real way to calm it down? Sorry if you don't want to do it.

(I did some research but I’m obviously not a doctor so please forgive me if I use terms incorrectly or don’t have strictly accurate facts!)

Nakajima Atsushi

  • When you explain to Atsushi that you have this condition, he’s instantly a bit panicked. The terminology goes straight over his head and he hasn’t the foggiest idea of what you’re actually suffering from, but it sounds complicated enough that the name alone intimidates him. After you elaborate on exactly what supraventricular tachycardia arrhythmia is, this time using speech he can understand, Atsushi’s concerned, but determined to become the best-equipped caretaker possible. For weeks after he learns of your condition, he spends hours on the computer researching. When he has questions, he bugs Yosano to clarify. Atsushi dreads the inevitable moment when he has to handle an episode, but he prepares as best he can to tend to you.
  • When your first fit rolls around, Atsushi’s completely frenetic. Before this happened, he was convinced that he could handle an episode, but witnessing how much pain you’re in only short-circuits his brain. Atsushi’s carefully-prepared first-aid plan goes completely out the window. Within seconds, he’s dialing Yosano, almost on the verge of tears himself.
  • Atsushi’s at a loss for what to do. There’s nothing he wants more than to wrap you in the tightest hug he’s ever given you and hold you until the pain fades away, but he’s afraid that he’ll only hurt you more. Instead, he simply grabs your hand and squeezes; that action, at least, seems safe enough. His heart shatters as he watches you suffer. Atsushi rubs tiny circles over your knuckles, pleading with you to hold on until Yosano arrives.
  • After your first attack, Atsushi’s intent on being actually ready next time. Yosano’s number is promoted to the top of his speed dial. Atsushi checks beforehand where he can touch and hold you, so that he can actually comfort you next time, without fear of hurting you worse. He asks Yosano to teach him all of the vagal maneuvers, so that he can walk you through them and hopefully halt an episode in its tracks.
  • Whenever you have an attack, Atsushi cradles you, setting your head in the crook of his shoulder and chest. He leans down, nose burying in your hair, and simply babbles. Atsushi never drones about anything of consequence; just little tidbits about his day, or an explanation of the latest book he’s picked up, or that he likes the shampoo you’ve been using recently. He’s not quite sure how to comfort you, and he hopes that his senseless little monologues take your mind off of some of the pain.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

  • After you walk him through your condition and how it affects you, Akutagawa’s relatively calm. He’s dealt with tough situations before, and he’s sure looking after you will be no different. Surely, it can’t be that hard to handle something so simple as a heart problem!
  • As soon as he experiences one of your attacks, Akutagawa instantly realizes how wrong he was about the ‘easy’ part. Actually seeing you on the floor, writhing at the mercy of your own body, shakes him like he never could have predicted. He’s immediately next to you, pulling you into his arms and berating himself for not being more prepared.
  • Akutagawa’s pissed after looking into the condition and realizing there’s no cure. He doesn’t care about the cost; he’s in the Port Mafia, after all. Expenses mean nothing. There isn’t a length Akutagawa wouldn’t go to take your pain away. The cold truth that there’s really no way for him to fix your problems infuriates him. Every time he’s stuck just watching, holding you as you ride out the pain, Akutagawa’s jaw clenches tight. Anything that causes you pain angers him, and even your own heart is no exception.
  • It doesn’t take long before Akutagawa knows your body inside and out; whenever you’re about to have an attack, he recognizes the signs instantly. Since he’s always got such a close eye on you, you’re never surprised by an arrhythmic episode again.
  • Whenever you suffer an attack, Akutagawa guides you until you’re practically laying down on his lap, head tucked in his elbow. He tugs you close until your skin’s pressing into his through your clothes, and holds you long after you’re through the pain. It doesn’t matter whether  you’re in public or private; nothing, and no one, is going to threaten you. Even something so mild as a strange look leveled at you by a passer-by is enough to attract Akutagawa’s ire (they’re lucky he’s attending you, because if he wasn’t, he’d dismember them for such a bold insult to his beloved). You’re safely locked in his arms until the pain passes.  
  • Akutagawa’s completely silent through your attacks. He’s not quite sure what to say; after all, nothing from his lips can ease the pain. He waits until he’s sure you’re recovering to ask if you’re alright. Akutagawa’s not one to waste words, and checking in on you in the middle of an episode is just stupid; he knows you’re hurting, and wondering aloud if you’re okay is only going to make both of you more upset.

Nakahara Chuuya

  • News of your condition alarms Chuuya; his mind blows up its severity before you can fully explain. Truly calming him is beyond your (or anyone’s) ability, but he puts on a brave face for you as you elaborate on your condition. Anything that could harm you dismays him, and the possibility of something totally beyond his control causing you pain is terrifying.
  • Refusing to accept the fact that there’s truly nothing he can do to cure your arrhythmia, Chuuya spends about a day mulling over all of the possibilities before coming to you with a list of ‘feasible’ solutions. Naturally, every one is extremely expensive. Where you’re concerned, however, no price is too much for Chuuya. He’s willing to do anything from hire a full-time personal cardiac doctor to funding an entire research project searching for cures. Dissuading him from blowing his entire fortune is a drawn-out process; very little that you say can discourage him from trying to eliminate this problem.
  • One thing Chuuya will absolutely not bend on is your day-to-day health care. Even if you can get him to abandon a 24/7 doctor, he’s still going to ensure you have the best cardiac surgeon on the face of this earth at your beck and call. No matter how much this professional wants to be paid for such a demanding client, Chuuya will pay. Nothing is too expensive when it comes to your safety.
  • Anytime you have an attack, Chuuya’s feelings shut off and his inner executive comes out in full force. He knows that if he lets his emotions get the better of him, he won’t be able to help you in the way you need. There’s plenty of time to worry over you when you’re not writhing in pain, he reasons.
  • Whenever you suffer an attack, whether in public or behind closed doors, Chuuya’s fully equipped to handle the situation. He leads you to a calm, private corner and guides you to the floor, sliding down to sit with you. Although Chuuya knows you can’t be anything close to relaxed in a time like this, he tries to ensure you’re as comfortable as possible.
  • Chuuya practically morphs into your mother when you’re suffering. As long as the position doesn’t pain you, he tugs you into tight hug, resting your head on his shoulder as he rubs tiny circles in your back. Murmuring sweet nothings in your ear, his fingers run through your hair, massaging your scalp as you ride out the pain. No matter how long an episode lasts, Chuuya never leaves your side until you’re back standing on your own two feet.

anonymous asked:

for the five things ask: five nurseydex headcanons (or if you don't ship nurseydex, five zimbits headcanons)

First, thank u so much for asking!!! Second, I’m not as involved with Nurseydex as I am with Zimbits? I really love the head canon that dex boxes though!!!!

I’ll give it a go tho, sorry if these are any repeats from popular head canons

1- They get together when Nursey writes Dex a story. He doesn’t say it’s for him, but it’s about a hero in a video game  that has to fix multiple problems in order to return his unwanted companion to their home (yeah ik), but Nursey leaves it unfinished. When Dex reads it (it took several days to convince him to) he lifts his head (face bright pink) and asks, “where’s the end?” and Nursey, fumbling with his hands and his words, goes, “I was thinking you could, um, help me figure that out.” and Dex barely allows himself to roll his eyes before throwing the papers down and kissing Nursey. Dex’s no writer but he’s also no idiot: he knows a metaphor when he sees one.

2- They learn to cook together (after Bitty leaves they kind of have to). Dex knows more than Nursey does in some departments, but he also had limited supplies when back at home, so a lot of his meals were simple out of the box, or scraps from other things that he had to figure out what to do with. Meanwhile Nursey is the opposite, where he had all the materials he could ask for at home, but was too lazy to do anything with them and or had people do it for him. So he knows from observing how to work with full meals but the actual act of doing it is lost on him. It’s tough to learn and they bicker and disagree on flavor combinations but as they continue the meals become more and more edible. Nursey only gets a little smug when Dex makes a big meal by himself, “I taught him how to to do that part” “shut up no you didn't”

3. Every time Dex gets even a /little/ sunburnt Nursey takes a picture of it. Of course Dex is very generous with sunscreen already, but with the ever-adventurous-hipster that Nurse is, they take a lot of impromptu trips on foot to  hiking trails ( “don’t tell me, you feel one with nature or something when you do this”  “aw you know me so well!” “I wish I didn’t know you at all”) or in the car with the broken sunroof, ( “I thought you could fix anything,” “I can’t fix the fact that we have no money to replace the glass”) so Dex gets some mild sunburns from time to time. To get back at him, Dex takes a photo whenever Nursey falls up the stairs or swings his arm into some poor passerby. His camera roll gets full very fast.

4. When they say their vows at their wedding, Dex revises Shakespeare sonnet #130 to fit them. Everyone who knows BillyShakes (yes thats his nickname FIGHT ME) knows that it’s the poem in which he ROASTS his mistress. Dex fits in all the things that annoy him about Nursey, which wow burn but also its so fitting, and they’re both smiling (and yes ok crying) while he recites it. Objectively its a pretty bad poem, but hey, he still got the reaction he wanted.

5. While Nursey is v turned on to see Dex slide out from under a car, white tank all see through from sweat, oil dripping down his neck, Dex gets sUPER flustered when Nursey takes him shopping. How does he look good in /eVERYTHING/???????? (Think: how Bruno Mars looks good in any hat. It could have a dead vulture on it and he’d still slay.) It doesn’t help that Nursey does full turn-arounds when showing him outfits.

Also, Dex really loves Nursey’s Defense skills on the ice. Seeing Nursey check someone gets him going, oh boy.

anonymous asked:

I requested something like so long ago, and you still haven't done it. I'm sorry but don't say you're gonna write things if you're not. It's annoying. I like your writing but your personality is shit? You're obnoxious all the time and frankly I'm sick of it

This is long so I put it under the cut, because I’m extra.

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compromised-by-castiel  asked:

Prompt idea: Leverage, alex/parker/elliot or team fic, somehow someone accidentally ends up having to look after a baby for a case (maybe they're infiltrating a shoddy day care? Maybe the mark needs a nanny, I don't know, I just want to see Elliot with a baby to be honest)

(It was a very Leverage promptfest!)

“Eliot,” Nate said, and Eliot crossed his arms, rocking lightly on his feet. It was a sign he was nervous, but also a sign that he knew he wasn’t in real trouble, because he only let his tells show around people he trusted. He lifted his chin, too, and Nate internally sighed.

“Where did the baby come from?” Sophie asked, probably more gently than Nate would have.

“Does it matter?” Eliot asked belligerently.

“Does it…OF COURSE IT MATTERS,” Hardison said, both hands on his forehead. To his credit, rather than yelling, he whisper-yelled it. The baby, swaddled in fleece and dozing in a carrier in the middle of the table, slept on.

“Why did you help him hide a baby?” Hardison added to Parker, who shrugged.

“It was fun,” she offered.

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Crocodile Tears

You’ve always been a terrible liar. Of the three of you, Sam was definitely the best, but it’s hard to say who was worse between you and Danny; growing up, his parents never paid enough attention to catch him, and you never had reason to lie to yours.

Now, though, Danny definitely takes the win. He had the steepest learning curve, of course– it’s funny how fast you figure something out with the threat of dissection hovering over your head. 

You know he practiced. Obviously, you were there, and you’re the one who caught the eye twitch, the one who acted as his mirror until he could look you in the eye and say anything without flinching. 

And Danny’s much more thorough than you; when you finally gave up on the neck rubbing (it wasn’t every time, and he couldn’t seem to fix without replacing the habit with something else), he simply added it to his routine, did it when he wasn’t lying, and you know he’ll throw in his old tells when he wants his parents to think he got caught. 

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Come back to me  (Part 1)

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of alcohol

Word count: 1549

Request: by a lovely anon, “Hi ! Could you write a Bucky x Reader based on Tell Her You Love Her by Echosmith please ? Like he broke her heart in the past because of HYDRA and a few years later, when he’s finally free and a new man, they cross path again ? That’d be lovely ! And your writing is sooo good ! Keep up the good work :)”

A/N: oops this ended up way more angsty than I originally intended. There will be a second part out soon! Feedback, as always is welcome. Requests will be open again soon. Enjoy!

Originally posted by jamiebarnes

Your POV

The day that Bucky left was the most painful you had ever endured. Just the night before he had been holding you in your shared bed. When you woke the next morning he was gone. All of his clothes were missing and your bed was cold and painfully empty.

You tore the apartment apart, searching for any hint that he had even been real. The only thing you found was a note scribbled in his handwriting on a small scrap of paper. It rested on the wooden kitchen table that you had picked out together. You lifted the paper with shaking hands.

I’m sorry. Please don’t look for me

You were so confused. How could he do this to you? Just yesterday, everything was perfect. Just yesterday he had made you breakfast and the two of you were dancing around the small kitchen that you shared. You sank to your knees with the note still clutched in your trembling hands.

You read it to yourself until your legs were numb and the paper was soaked through with your tears. You folded it twice and clutched it to your chest. It was the only proof that your Bucky was real.

You were aware that Bucky had a rough past, but he never went into too much detail. He said that you wouldn’t love him if he shared all of the messy details with you. You knew that wasn’t possible. All you knew was that he got caught up with some bad people a while back, which somehow resulted in his metal arm. Even though he had secrets, you trusted him and you thought that he loved you; until the day he left.

If he loved you, he would’ve told you what happened to him in his past. He would’ve tried to deal with whatever was bothering him, rather than leaving in the middle of the night. He also would’ve left more than a short, impersonal note for you to remember him by.

The anger bubbled up inside of you until you were sobbing yet again and pulling at your hair. You stood up abruptly and stomped over to the trashcan. You went to throw the note away but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. Even the anger you felt was not enough to overcome your love for Bucky.
You went into your room where Bucky had slept next to you just last night. There was a small jewelry box on the dresser. You tried your best the flatten out the paper and then you placed it inside for safekeeping.

For the next 2 weeks, you scoured the city, looking for any sign of Bucky. You figured that he wouldn’t have left the city. You were wrong.

As more days turned into nights and back into days again, you grew tired of sitting in the living room of your once shared apartment waiting for a man to come home, who never would. Your hope that he would come back to you had faded and you couldn’t bare living in the apartment where you had been so happy with him anymore. So you moved; not out of the city but far enough away that every street corner no longer held a memory of you and him.

After 7 months of living by yourself and wallowing in your loneliness you finally accepted the advances of your co-worker, not because you liked him, but because you missed Bucky so much. His name was Anthony and he was sweet enough, but throughout the whole date all you could think about were Bucky’s topaz eyes. After that you never went on another date.

Your heart was completely shattered by someone who seems to have not given two shits about you the whole time you were together. You were convinced all of his I love you’s were a lie. You analyzed every conversation that you could remember between the two of you, and you felt foolish for being so quick to believe whatever he told you. Even knowing all this, you still loved him with every piece of your soul. So much so that you feared it would never be fixed.

This was all a year ago and yet not a single day went by when you didn’t think about Bucky. You dreamed about him coming back to you, telling you that he was stupid for leaving, promising never to leave again. You imagined him in front of you and in your dreams you always ran towards him, to be closer. You imagined that you’d always run to him, that was until he was standing before you at the entrance to the bar where you first met.

You came here during your darkest times. The stuffy little dive bar seemed to be the only piece of Bucky that you had left, besides the small note that still sat in your jewelry box.

As soon as your eyes met his, you did what you thought you’d never do. You ran away from him.

You ran as fast as you could, shoving people to get out of your way as you went. You had no idea where you were going except for away from him. You found yourself on an unfamiliar street and decided to duck into a small cafe on the corner.

You saw Bucky jog in front of the cafe and look around. You weren’t quick enough to turn your back and he spotted you through the window.

As he opened the door you were frozen where you stood, wanting nothing more to just run away again. He slowly approached you. You almost shrunk back from his closeness. Almost. There was still that electric pull between the two of you that you had remembered so fondly.

“Y/N, I-” he began but you cut him off. The anger from all the pain he had caused you radiated from your stomach and found its way to your mouth.

“James please don't” you snapped. His eyes went wide. You had never called him James. Your body started cooperating with your mind again and you went to brush past Bucky. You had new plans of going to get so hammered that this night was long forgotten. Before you could walk past him, his fingers curled around your wrist. They were gentle and scared, just like you and you turned to look at him. His eyes held a look that you had never seen from him. It shook you to your core.

“Please I need to explain everything. I need you to understand” he begged. His eyes were glossy and his hair was a mess. He was still as handsome as the day you met him.

“Fine” you stated simply and started to walk towards the exit. You felt his presence trailing a fair distance behind you. You hailed a cab and he climbed inside after you.

On the ride to your apartment you tried to keep reminding yourself of all the wrong he has done you. You knew if your anger ran out then you would cry and you needed to actually hear what he was going to say to you, if you were ever to get the closure you so desperately craved.

You tried your best to convince yourself that you were doing this for your peace of mind, and not because you loved him. You were never good at lying, especially to yourself.

Bucky was silent and the only noise that filled the space was his nervous breathing. The cab driver stopped in front of your building, you paid him and then got out. Bucky followed you inside and into the elevator. It dinged once you arrived to the 3rd floor and you both exited. You pushed the door to your apartment open and turned on the lights.

Leading Bucky to the small kitchen table, you sat down. He sat across from you.

“Go ahead” you said and readied yourself to listen to the painful details of why he left you.

“Well okay um- I’m not sure where to start. You look good by the way” his cheeks flushed red. “Shit um I shouldn’t have said that I’m sorry. But the thing is well- that I still love you. Never stopped and never will.”  

Your mouth went dry and you stared at him with wide eyes. You could feel your angry resolve fading and your heart fluttered from hearing him say the words that you were sure you’d never hear again. Tears began to well in your eyes and you were sure that he noticed. You did not let them fall. After you were silent for a few seconds he began to speak again.

“I’m going to tell you everything. Everything that I never told you before because I thought I was protecting you. I’m going to tell you why I left without so much as a goodbye, but before I start, I need you to know that you never once did anything wrong. You were and still are my angel and I did whatever it took to keep you safe” he finished and took a deep breath. You nodded your head slowly. You weren’t sure if you believed him yet. He lost most of your trust after he abandoned you, but you loved him, so you would listen.

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kirigakure saizo x mc (unnamed)

a/n: alright so an anon requested prompt 2 “please don’t leave me,” and i had this partial one-shot lying around and thought ‘well, that could fit nicely.’ and then it just. kept getting longer. and longer. and here we are. it’s a monstrosity i’m sorry.

@jemchew @demon-princess-anastasia @naerial @pasunny

Not her, he thinks, desperately, his consciousness clawing to regain itself. Not her. Anyone but her.

There’s blood running down his arms, his legs, his face—there’s blood between his fingers and in his eyelashes and it’s still dripping, slow rivers winding down his skin.

He pulls himself to his feet, reminding himself that if he dies, nobody remains to protect her, nobody remains to keep her from dying.

She’s strong, but she can’t possibly stand alone against an entire army.

He spits blood and starts running. He’s good at running. No matter how far she is, he’ll reach her.

The wind is hollow in his ears, but he reminds himself that the sooner he gets there, the sooner he can assure himself that she’s safe.

The sooner he can admit to himself just what it is that’s sending him flying this way.

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Hireath - CEO!Daddy!Luke (pt2)

Originally posted by fallenfor5sos

A/n: Hii! Hey! It’s part two! I know it took me quite some time but yeah :3 I hope this is ok, honestly I finished typing it on my phone so please excuse any typos, I’ll go over it tomorrow hopefully. It’s fluffier than the first part, with some cute daddy!luke so yeah, enjoy lovelies!

word count: 3.8 k

plot line: Going through a divorce with ceo!luke is nothing but easy when your son and lingering feelings get in the way.

warning: idk if this counts, but this does discuss divorce, so if that’s triggering for you in any way, please read at your own risk. I just want you safe lovelies!

part 1 here :)


The light shuffles beside Luke stirred him from his sleep, the warmth of the body sleeping next to his replaced with a sudden cold breeze. His arms reached out for the moving body, pulling it back into his embrace.

“Awake already?” he teased, his eyes still closed as he tried to go back to sleep, the familiar warmth sheltering him from the cold air, the soft whispers already lulling him to slumber.

“Yes, so wake up you big koala.” 

Your voice rang through the room, and Luke’s grip tightened around you, his face nuzzling in the crook of your neck. You lifted your hand, tangling your fingers in his blond locks, the action earning a sleepy moan from him. Your fingers danced from the nape of his neck down to his back, tracing over his warm freckled skin, your delicate movements making goosebumps rise to cover his pale skin. Luke loved nothing more than to feel your feather-light touches in the early dawn, your legs still tangled under the sheets, your cold toes slowly nudging his skin.

“mhm so sleepy” he whispered, his voice still hoarse and low. Luke smiled against your skin at the sound of your giggles, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin.

“But I’m not. I want to get up Luke,” You whined, stopping the movement of your hands and attempting to wriggle out of his grasp. Yet, even in his sleepy state, Luke was still able to hold you in place. He nuzzled closer into you, desperately yearning for your loving warm touch. 

“Promise you’ll be here when I wake up,” His words were muffled against your neck, his lips moving against your skin with every spoken word. A content sigh fell from Luke’s lips as your fingers began moving against his skin again, your breath fanning over his forehead as you peppered the patch of skin with small kisses.

“I promise”

But as The alarm clock broke Luke out of his blissful slumber half an hour later, the cold sheets were a painful reminder that once more he was waking up alone.

It wasn’t the first time his mind crafted memories of you in his sleep, the thought of you invading his dreams and reminding him everytime he woke up that none of it was real. 

He sat up, still wrapped up in the sheets, his eyes taking in his surroundings. The vast room still looked the same way it did weeks ago; cold, lifeless, half empty. The memories of you lived in each and every single little thing thrown around in the house, Jace’s touch still lingering in every corner. His hands moved to rub his face as flashbacks of his previous reverie flooded his mind. 

He didn’t know why his mind insisted on turturing him with ephemeral moments he so desperately wished to be true. No doubt in mind, Luke would give up anything to wake up in your loving embrace one more day. But for the moment, he would have to suffise with momentary make-believes his mind set up for him.

Luke shuffled into the bathroom, sweatpants hanging from his hips as he sleepily rubbed his eyes. Jumping into the shower, he hoped it would somehow take his mind off of it. But even the biting freezing water couldn’t wash off the memory of your lingering touch. 

He had to remind himself that none of the promises were truly spoken by you; you didn’t promise him to still be in his arms when he woke up and it wasn’t truly you that lovingly kissed him as he sought shelter in your embrace. Luke felt thankful that it was a Sunday, knowing that he was most likely unable to concentrate on his work the way he should; not when regret kept snaking its way to his heart.

What Luke hadn’t expected however, was to find his phone ringing as he walked out of the shower, your picture flashing on the screen. His stomach dropped the minute he read your name, a thousand thoughts racing in his mind. Why would you be calling him? With shaky hands, Luke answered his phone, bringing it against his ear as he ran a hand through his still wet hair.

“Hi -Hey!” Your voice shakily rang through his phone speakers, your breath fast and erratic as you waited for a response. 

“h-hey” Luke replied, his heart beating against his ribcage. The mixture of your voice with his previous dreams was making his mind fuzz.

“I’m so sorry for the short notice, but are you free for the day?” Bullshit. You knew he never worked on Sundays. But previously, Sundays had been his family days, and you didn’t want to assume that they were still free. Although you certainly didn’t want to think about the possible things he might’ve filled his day with.

“Y-yeah, what’s wrong?” Luke’s eyebrows furrowed as he noted how your breath was still rigid, as if you were running. He quickly moved around in his room, grabbing his clothes and putting them on as fast as he could muster. He didn’t want to think about the worst scenarios, but there was no stopping his mind.

“I need you to take care of Jace for the day. I have this huge gala, and I can’t find any sitter for Jace. I know it’s a short notice bu-“

“Of course! Come drop him off.” Luke stopped you midsentence, his answer obvious from the first syllable you spoke. 

“Thank god!” you breathed, “Because I’m right outside.”

Luke ran out of the room, his long legs climbing down the stairs rapidly to the front door. Just as you had told him, he found you waiting right outside the house with Jace cuddled up in your arms. 

Luke stared at you in awe for a second too long, before he broke out of his trance to allow you to walk in. You walked into the living room, carefully laying Jace down on the couch and grabbing a blanket to cover him up. You turned around, smiling shyly at Luke. You set down the packed bag you brought.

“He’s still sleeping so he won’t be much of a hassle. I’ve got his snacks and toys and extra clothes in here. I’ll probably be back by lunch, but if you need anything you can just call me.” You nervously explained, your eyes glancing back to the sleeping boy as you tried to remember if you had everything packed right.

“I know that the custody hours aren’t set yet, so I really appreciate-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence as Luke had already stopped you with a shake of his head.

“It’s perfectly fine. Jace’s my boy just as much as he is yours, and I love taking care of him just the same.” 

He couldn’t take you talking about the divorce or any subject surrounding it. He knew that once the papers were fully signed, you would both have shared custody over Jace. Until then, you would normally take turns or agree on some days of the week. Luke often wondered just how long he could postpone the signing he dreaded so much.

“Alright, I’m off then. I’ll call you during the day.” You checked your clock once more, deciding that you needed to get going so as not to be late. Luke walked you back to the door, releasing a breath once you were out of sight. “What the fuck am I doing?” He whispered against the wooden door, his forehead lightly bumping against the hard surface as his eyes closed shut. 

He was truly a goner, and he had no idea how to fix the mess he was stuck in.

No longer than twenty minutes after, loud screams filled the house, following Luke to the kitchen. “Daddy! Daddy!” Jace sang as he hugged his father’s legs tightly, his giggles becoming louder when Luke playfully wiggled his legs. 

“Am I staying with you today, daddy?” Jace asked excitedly, raising his head up to look at his father, his limbs trapping Luke’s legs still. “Yup, so what do you say we have some fun time? Yeah?”

Traditionally, Luke’s and Jace’s fun time consisted of the two boys stripping to their underwear all day, watching ridiculous movies and singing around the house. And so, they immediately jumped into it, Jace already running around as he sang loudly. 

The next few hours passed by quickly; Luke had indeed missed just how fun and bright his days became when his little sunshine tagged along. He hadn’t smiled from the buttom of his heart in quite a while; but as he fondly watched the toddler strike a pose and sing like the little performer he was, he couldn’t fight the huge grin that mirrored the total happiness that filled his heart.

But as lunch time rolled by, and the two boys were at the kitchen trying to wrap up something, Luke felt worried with each passing second that you didn’t call. He had attempted to call you several times, until he had to force himself to stop. He tried to focus on Jace and shut out his anxious thoughts, but he knew that until you called he’d have no rest. 

And when you eventually did, he was swift to pick up his phone, answering it hurriedly. “(y/n)! Are you alright?” He breathed out quickly, not even bothering to mask the concern that filled his voice.

“Hey Luke, I’m so sorry, but I can’t come yet. One of my co-workers didn’t come and I have to cover up for her, do you mind keeping Jace until I get out? It might be quite late.” You rushed out the words as soon as you heard his voice, trying to shout over the buzzing noise.

“Of course, see you then.”  And take care of yourself; Luke wanted to add. But he bit his tongue, the way he did everytime you were around.

Although, Luke was rather ecstatic with the news, Jace loving it just as well. For the rest of their day, the boys agreed on making some snacks to binge on while watching a movie. Of course, no real cooking could ever occur between the –severely talented- chefs, and the snacks turned into quite the messy food fight. And so, they settled on watching Big Hero 6 –Luke’s pick, their clothes still stained with flour and cocoa powder. 

But when Luke caught his little one slowly drifting to sleep, he playfully pinched his chubby cheek to gain his attention. “How about we get you cleaned up, big guy?”

Luke picked up Jace in his arms, ruffling his hair in an attempt to get rid of the flour. And once the bath tub was bubble-filled, Luke sat at the edge as his hand picked up the warm water and draped it on Jace’s shampooed hair. His fingers ran through the curly locks, filling his hand with water and gently rincing the blonde hair. Luke smiled fondly at the little boy who was nearly falling asleep on the spot, the balmy water relaxing him and making him fight against his tired eyes. 

“Are you falling asleep big guy?” Luke teased, his hand pouring the water on Jace’s back to keep his tempature warm. 

“No daddy, ‘m ok” Jace mumbled sleepily, that being the cue for Luke to get him out of the bath. Luke walked into Jace’s room, the little boy wrapped up in his arms in a white towel. 

It reminded Luke of the first time he had held his baby boy, still bundled in the hospital towels and weighing nothing but a few pounds. Staring lovingly at the sleeping boy, Luke never thought it was possible to love that much.

Once Jace was dressed up and put to bed, Luke returned into the kitchen. He needed to clean up the mess as he was sure he’d regret not doing it the morning after. He began thinking about what it would be like if hadn’t messed up the way he did –dangerous subject to think about late at night, he knew. But the possibilities of having every day of his week filled with the joyful feeling that consumed him throughout the day kept him thinking.

Halfway through the cleaning, Luke was stopped by the ringing bell. Knowing that it would be no one other than you, he dried off his hands before he moved to open the door. Despite the smile you shot his way, Luke could immediately notice the fatigue staining your face.

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” You offered, walking in as Luke opened the door further for you. 

“It’s fine” Luke shrugged, “Why don’t you sit down? Jace’s already sleeping and you look really tired,” he carefully added, sighing in relief when you accepted his offer with head nod. 

Only, when Luke came back minutes later, wanting to propose for Jace to just stay the night since it was getting late and he didn’t want to wake him up, he was surprised to find you curled up on the couch. Carefully, Luke sat at the edge of the couch, his hand reaching out to stir you. 

“(Y/n)” he whispered, his thumb tucking the stray hairs from your forehead. The only reaction he got from you was a sleepy groan, your lips pouting as you curled up even more. With a chuckle, Luke reached out for the spare blanket, pulling it over your body and moving to take your shoes off. He truly didn’t have the heart to wake you up; knowing about your eventful day, and quite frankly the thought of having you sleep over was very comforting.

“Daddy?” Jace sleepily mumbled, his feet paddling against the floor as he walked closer. 

“What’s wrong buddy, no sleep?” Luke mumbled, picking up his son and walking towards the kitchen, mindful to keep his voice low to not wake you up.

Luke set Jace up on the counter, the little boy pouting at his lack of sleep. “Tell you what? How about daddy makes you his super special hot chocolate, yeah?” Luke smiled down at Jace, ruffling his hair once the boy agreed. And with that, Luke turned around to start making the beverage.

“Daddy,” Jace suddenly spoke up, Luke humming in response, his back still facing the boy. “Daddy, I really miss you. Do you miss us too?” Jace innocently asked, his feet dangling from the high counter. 

For a four year old, Jace was definitely unaware of the weight of his words; oblivious to how his father’s posture stiffened, and how his heartbeat increased until he thought he’d faint. Carefully turning around, he tried to find the right words to approach the toddler, his teeth anxiously nibbling on his bottom lip.

“Listen to me bud, daddy loves you and mommy so very much, yeah? And I do miss you and mommy a lot, okay? You’re my everything, little man.” Luke sealed his words with a forehead kiss, his hand rubbing Jace’s back. He feared -more than anything- that his baby boy would doubt his love for him, because Luke had no doubt in his mind that he’d move mountains and chase clouds for his son.

The sound of boiling broke the father-son moment, Luke rushing towards the stove but not in time to stop the hot milk from spilling all over. 

“Silly daddy!” Jace giggled at his father’s clumsiness, Luke following him and breaking into laughter. 

“Shh, keep it down lil monkey, mommy’s sleeping.” Luke warned once the sound became loud enough to be heard from the living room, Jace putting his little finger on his lips and mirroring his father’s movements.

“There you go, bug.” Luke smiled proudly as he handed Jace his mug filled with his famous hot choco. Yet, even before he took a sip, Jace frowned at his father.

 “It’s hot, daddy, I need a straw.” He mumbled as if it were the most obvious thing on earth. Shaking his head, Luke reached out for the drawer in which he kept all the ‘fun stuff’ as Jace liked to call it. Picking up a purple one, Luke put in inside the warm mug, Jace smiling satisfyingly as he enjoyed his drink.

“Daddy,” Jace started, Luke turning around to face the boy. Undoubtedly, Jace had called out for him more times than he could count, but he didn’t mind not one bit. If anything, he loved it. 

“What’s up little man?” Luke responded, dropping the cloth he was using the wipe off the messy counter from his hand. 

“Can I sleep with you tonight? I miss sleeping with you.” Jace pouted, his eyes hopeful. Smiling fondly at the toddler, Luke picked him off of the counter, Jace instantly cuddling his chest, “Let’s go sleep then, yeah?”

Once the two boys were settled and ready to sleep, Luke reached out to turn the lamp off, but Jace was quick to stop him. “Can we keep it on? Just for tonight.” Luke responded to his request with an ‘of course’, his arms reaching out to pull the covers over the boy’s body. 

But not even ten minutes later, Jace was already moving around, climbing on Luke’s torso as his head nuzzled into his neck. A content sigh left the toddler’s lips as he finally got comfortable enough to sleep, the warmth provided by his daddy’s body as well as the hummed lullabies he was singing, pulled him into a deep slumber.

It was easily the best sleep Luke had gotten in the longest while, and when the alarm went off he nearly jumped out of the best. And even though he had managed to hit the snooze button in time, Jace was already stirring in his sleep. Once he was well aware of his surroundings, he excitedly jumped on the bed. 

“Morning daddy!” He giggled, jumping into Luke’s open arms. “Morning sunshine,” Luke chuckled, peppering kisses along Jace’s squishy cheeks, adoring how he reacted when his stubble-covered jaw came in contact with his skin.

You stirred around on the couch, smiling at the comfort you felt. You hadn’t had such a good night sleep in quite a while, the makeshift bed you had far from being comfortable, compared to the king size bed you had shared with Luke. Furrowing your brows, you sat up and pushed the covers off of your body, your brows knitting in confusion. 

You couldn’t remember sleeping over at Luke’s, but it wasn’t hard to grasp since you had practically turned into a walking zombie the night before. Getting up from the couch, you made your way towards the all too familiar kitchen, the sound of giggles and off-key singing pulling you in.

Luke was dancing around with Jace taped to his side, the striking resemblance of the two boys undeniable. “I know! I know! We can have eggs and toast! Daddy makes the best eggs in the world!” Jace beamed at Luke, his smile radiating the happiest, warmest vibes. 

“Eggs it is.” Luke concluded with a smile, setting Jace on the counter as he got to work.

You couldn’t help the fond look you wore on your face as you stared at your little family -slightly disfunctional and admittedly facing a rocky road, but a family nonetheless. You knew that a while ago, you had the luxury of waking up to that sight every single morning. Back when everything was still holding together. 

You knew that Luke was trying to dismiss the papers that needed signing, and quite frankly you didn’t really blame him. Maybe you just wanted to believe that there was still some hope; that maybe while the divorce was still not finalized, you could still have a chance to patch up the holes and rebuilt bridges. Although you had to keep in mind that you couldn’t afford being too hopeful, afraid it would do more damage than good.

“Mommy! You’re awake!” Jace sang happily when he noticed you standing in the door way, his words making Luke stop in his tracks. He was painfully aware of the cringe-worthy way he was dancing in, heat rising to his cheeks upon hearing your chuckles. 

“Good morning lil monkey. Good morning Luke.” You greeted your boys, your eyes lingering a little too long on him, shamelessly admiring his morning messy hair and sleepy smile. 

“Morning,” Luke replied in his hoarse -I just woke up- voice, making your breath hitch in your throat, reminding you of how much you had missed all of him. He handed you a mug of hot coffee, familar with your morning habits. You took the beverage with a thankful smile, moving to take a seat on the stool where your plate of breakfast awaited for you.

“Do you like it, momma? Me and daddy made it for you!” Jace jumped closer to you, moving to plant a kiss on your cheek while you took a mouthful of the eggs. 

“Do I like it? I love it!” You smiled warmly at the little boy, your hand caressing his soft cheeks and then moving to bump his nose.

“(Y/n)” Luke called out from the living room, his footsteps approaching until he walked into thd kitchen. He was dressed in his normal attire; one of his many tailored suits, a Rolex watch and his hair smoothed back in contrast to his previously messy locks. It was sadly a Monday, and as much as he would’ve loved to spend the morning with you, he couldn’t dismiss his appointments.

“I have to get going now, lock the door and call me if you need anything, alright?” Luke instructed as he paced around the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. His words were strikingly similar to the ones he used to speak every morning, reminding you of how insistant he was on making you lock the door well, especially when Jace was still very young.

“I’ll see you later big guy,” Luke moved to kiss Jace’s forehead. And before he could even process what he was doing, he moved to kiss your head as well -a habit he was still not letting go of. 

You stood in shock in your place, heat rising to your cheeks, your heart beating loudly in your chest. You knew that Luke hadn’t done it intentionally, but his proximity and the feeling of his soft lips were enough to make your mind race. 

As for Luke, it was only when he was almost out of the vast kitchen that realization hit him, making him stop in his tracks. He turned around with wide eyes, his mouth already trying to form an apology, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment, fearing that his gesture -however unintentional- would’ve made you uncomfortable.

“I’m- I’m sorry-”

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You barely breathed out, cutting him and saving you both from the awkward apology. 

Quite honestly, you didn’t mind it at all. It reminded you just how much you had missed all of him, how you yearned for him warm and attentive touch. 

And if your current situation robbed the two of you of what your heart desired most, then you’d have to suffise with stolen breathless moments if that’s all you could ever have.


Blue Neighbourhood sentence starters
  • "You were trying to wear me down."
  • "I guess it's all working out now."
  • "There's still too long to the weekend."
  • "Too long since I've been a fool."
  • "Never knew loving could hurt this good."
  • "When you look like that, I've never ever wanted to be so bad."
  • "You're driving me wild."
  • "You're all I think about."
  • "Kiss me on the mouth and set me free."
  • "I can be the subject of your dreams."
  • "Don't you want to see a man up close?"
  • "Kiss me on the mouth and set me free, but please don't bite."
  • "You can coax the cold right out of me."
  • "I'm pulling on your heart to push my luck."
  • "Who's got any time for growin' up?"
  • "I am tired of this place."
  • "I hope people change."
  • "I need time to replace what I gave away."
  • "My hopes, they are high, I must keep them small."
  • "Though I try to resist, I still want it all."
  • "Everything is shattering and it's my mistake."
  • "Only fools fall for you."
  • "Our lives don't collide, I'm aware of this."
  • "I don't give a fuck, I'm not giving up, I still want it all."
  • "My home has never felt this far."
  • "All this driving is driving me crazy."
  • "All this moving is proving to get the best of me."
  • "Take me back to the basics and the simple life."
  • "Tell me all of the things that make you feel at ease."
  • "I can't help feeling like I'm all alone."
  • "I never ever thought that I would say, I'm afraid of the life that I've made."
  • "I'd rather be spitting blood than have this silence fuck me up."
  • "I'd rather be black and blue than accept that you withdrew."
  • "Just tell me... say anything."
  • "Anything hurts less than the quiet."
  • "I used to be the one you'd come to when it'd all go to shit."
  • "I don't wanna walk away, but you left me no choice."
  • "Only talking to myself here."
  • "I don't keep love around."
  • "When we tried it, we were a fire with no smoke."
  • "When I close my eyes, I still see your ghost."
  • "'Distance makes the heart grow fonder', said by someone stronger than me."
  • "I wanna sleep next to you, but that's all I wanna do right now."
  • "I wanna come home to you."
  • "I'd rather fuel a fantasy than deal with this alone."
  • "I wanna hold hands with you."
  • "I wanna get close to you 'cause your hands and lips still know their way around."
  • "The less time that I spend with you, the less you need to heal."
  • "I'm not the one, if we're honest."
  • "I was just trying to be cool."
  • "I was just trying to be like you."
  • "I'm a spark and you're a boom."
  • "What am I supposed to do?"
  • "I love, but I don't."
  • "I'm lying through my teeth."
  • "Without changing a part of me, how do I get to heaven?"
  • "All my time is wasted feeling like my heart's mistaken."
  • "What if we run away?"
  • "My youth is yours."
  • "As the smile fell from your face, I fell with it."
  • "The truth is that I'm sorry."
  • "I'm just some dumb kid trying to kid myself that I got my shit together."
  • "So go... before I start to miss any part of this and change my mind."
  • "I'm just a lost boy not ready to be found."
  • "We knew from the beginning that this wasn't never ending."
  • "Shouldn't stay too long 'cause we're both too young to give into forever."
  • "So what are you waiting for, 'cause someone could love you more."
  • "We are runnin' so fast and we never look back."
  • "Whatever I lack, you make up."
  • "We make a really good team."
  • "We got this crazy chemistry between us."
  • "Making new clichés on our own little tour."
  • "You don't have to say I love you to say I love you."
  • "Don't need money, all I need is you."
  • "We try staying up late, but we both are light weights."
  • "Yeah we get off our face too easy."
  • "We take jokes way too far."
  • "Sometimes living's too hard."
  • "We're like two halves of one heart."
  • "All I need is you."
  • "We can get married tonight if you really wanna."
  • "If you break this lil' heart, it'd be an honor."
  • "The boys fix their cars and girls eat it up."
  • "Loving's so good when love is young."
  • "There's so much history in these streets."
  • "There's so much history in my head; the people I've left, the ones that I've kept."
  • "Have you heard me on the radio? Did you turn it up?"
  • "It seems I'm never letting go of suburbia."
  • "Can't help but feel I've lost what's mine."
  • "They all say that nothing ever changes."
  • "Scared, my love, you'll go."
  • "Too good to be good for me."
  • "It's just for tonight."
  • "I'm wasted on you."
  • "Life, it's hard, I know."
  • "All your lights are red, but I'm green to go."
  • "Used to see you high, now you're only low."
  • "Anything it takes to make you stay."
  • "Only seeing myself when I'm looking up at you."
  • "I can't say no."
  • "Swore I'd never lose control."
  • "I fell in love with a heart that beats so slow."
  • "I know you're seeing black and white, so I'll paint you a clear blue sky."
  • "I just wanna be at the start of after loving you."
  • "I can't outrun what's coming after me."
  • "Tell me how I'm gonna feel less secure when I look at you."

anonymous asked:

You're always making up excuses when it comes to updating fics. Just admit it, you don't really care about your followers needs and just can't be added with the blog anymore. It's getting boring and annoying hearing pathetic excuses that are all a little bit too similar each time. "Oh I have a bad belly" "Oh something came up" blah blah. Pull yourself together. either cater to your followers needs or just delete the blog. Simple. everyone else would more than likely agree.

“I meant Arsed not added. Point still stands.”

Well this is just rude.

I don’t see how it’s any of your business as to what goes on in my private life that stops me from updating/creating content as much as I can. If I could do this for a living, trust me, I would.

I’m nearly 20 years old, finishing college - so it’s work work work work work at the moment - I’m having to look for jobs, and along with that I have a number of physical and mental health problems that I CAN’T CONTROL.

I don’t know who you think you are telling me that I don’t care about this blog or the people who follow the blog. I care a whole damn lot about everyone here, despite me never knowing or possibly not even talking to them personally. They take time out of their days to read my content and that’s more than I could ask for. For years I’ve wanted to create things that people enjoy to read, and that’s what I’m doing right now.

Yes. I know I end up saying I’ll update one moment then go back on my word, but that’s not my fault! I can’t control when my body wants to go out of control, make me incredibly sick to the point where I have to lie down for hours, in cold sweat, drugged up to high heaven just to get the feeling to leave. And that’s momentarily! Its not permanent, so of course there’s a big chance it’ll happen again! Ever since I was in secondary school (High school), I had problems with my gut, but through the years it’s just got worse, to the point where I’m now possibly gonna have to have surgery.

I try to update whenever I have any free time, even if it’s just 5 minutes in college, I’ll write a god damn extra sentence if I can. Because that’s still an improvement.

I’m sorry that the way I work isn’t up to your standards, I’m sorry that my illness is an inconvenience to you and I’m sorry that you’re seemingly so bitter you decide to send anonymous hate towards a blog that does nothing but praise and love their followers for their patience and support!

How dare you tell me how fast I should be writing or how I should put more “time” into the blog. I put as much time as I possibly damn can. I have days where I plan to do nothing but write, but half way through writing, my body goes to absolute shit and I can’t do anything and my days ruined. With how I am at the moment, I literally can’t do anything, I can hardly attend college so I’m super lucky they let me work from home some days, I can’t remember the last time I went out with friends, it was definitely over 6 months ago, and I can’t even go and see my partner because he lives 2 hours away and I can’t trust my body to behave whilst I’m on the train to his.

So no, bitter Anon, you are very wrong when you say I can’t be arsed with the blog. You’re also being incredibly inconsiderate and rude! Hearing everyone’s feedback on my work brightens my day, and when I get little messages or asks that aren’t related to the blog, but to me, I can’t help but smile like an idiot. The little things that people say and do on this blog for me are the things that make me really appreciate every follower I have.

For everyone else,

I’m really sorry for ranting, but this message really hit a nerve and it hit home because people have said similar things to me in real life(obviously not related to the blog, but real life situations) so I just went off on one.

And most importantly, I’m really sorry for the slow updates, I wish I could fix my body on my own, but sadly I can’t. I just hate disappointing you all/making you wait. I’m sure there is some truth in the anon’s message, because I know it looks like I’m neglecting you/the blog. So im really sorry.

Thank you for sticking around though ❤❤❤

Solve My Riddle (Part 2)

Part 1


Pairing: Edward x reader

Gender: Female

Warnings: None

Requested: @chosenone233- I was wondering if you could do a sequel on the Edward Nygma oneshot you posted? What if Ed/Riddler tries to impress the reader by charming her with riddles as he tries to get her to fall in love with him, (Ed/Riddler even gets gifts for the reader and even fixes her dinner since Ed/Riddler would do anything to please her)!

Sorry it took so long. Just had to finally get around to it.


Originally posted by colfernygma

“You decided to what?!”

“You heard me correctly the first time [Y/N],” Ed said.

Oh my God. ‘You just had to solve the riddle didn’t you [Y/N]?,’ you thought to yourself.

“Ed!,” you yelled. “This is not normal!”

“Okay one, it’s not Ed, it’s the Riddler and two, obviously I’m not normal [Y/N], obviously,” he said with his hands raised in the air.

You couldn’t believe it. Leave it to you to get a crazy guy obsessed with you.

“But, I can’t get to know you here of course. Unfortunately you have to fall asleep one last time. Goodnight!”

Before you could even comprehend what he said, you were out like a light.


“Wakey, wakey [Y/N]!”

You woke up in a very comfortable bed, in Ed’s house. “Ed, wh-”

“Okay,” he started, “so, I made some pancakes, eggs, bacon, ham, and I have some orange juice. Oh, and if you don’t like any of that, I can always go out buy something els-”

“Hey-whoa, slow down. What?,” you asked.

“Oh! And, um, I got you a gift,” he spoke, quickly pushing a little box in front of your face. 'Wha-’

“Ed! Slow down,” you said, sitting up fully now. “Need I remind you that, you kidnapped me. Now you’re giving me breakfast? What’s going on and why haven’t you just killed me yet?”

“Well [Y/N], that’s because I don’t want to kill you.”

“And why not?”

“Because, you are the most interesting woman I’ve ever met,” he stated quickly. “Okay, well, I’m gonna go get some more groceries, you should open your gift,” he said with a smile as he left.

'How the heck is a criminal gonna buy groceries?,’ you thought. But that was really the least of your worries. A criminal kidnapped you and is now being strangely nice and buying you food and gifts.

Speaking of gifts, you look at the small box sitting next to you on the bed.

After staring at it for about ten minutes, you go to open it. What you find inside doesn’t really shock you.

It’s a small piece of paper that reads a short riddle,

'What costs nothing, but is worth everything, weighs nothing, but can last a lifetime, that one person can’t own, but two or more can share?’

You laugh to yourself, already knowing the answer. “Friendship,” you whisper to yourself.

“I knew you’d get it,” Ed said, startling you.

“Ed?! How long have you been standing there? Did you even really go get any groceries?!,” you asked frantically. You hated when people scared you.

“Sorry I startled you Ms. [Y/L/N]. And, um, yes. I did get the groceries,” he responded, showing you the bags in his hands.

“Oh, um..okay. That was fast,” you stuttered.

Next is silence…awkward silence.

Finally, you break the silence. “So, um, I take it you’re looking for a friendship….that’s nice.” It’s messed up you’ll admit, but at least he didn’t kidnap you and expect you to be in love with him. That would be insane.

“Yeah, my last one didn’t work out so well,” he stated briefly.

“Well, um, maybe if you tell me a bit about yourself I might be able to-,” “To what? Use it against me later in your detective work?,” he prodded.

“Wait, didn’t you bring me here to get to know me? If you get to know me, I expect to get to know you too,” you retorded.

“Valid point,” he responded. “Well, um, you first. What’s your favorite color?”

“Ugh, boring Ed,” you teased, if you were dying today, might as well enjoy your last hours by teasing and getting to know your captor right? “Y'know what? I’ll ask first since you obviously don’t know what to do.”

“Okay,” he said blushing. You didn’t even know he could blush.

“Okay, so, why’d you kill Kristen and officer Dourtey?,” you asked.

You remember your friend Lee telling you that Ed killed them. You always thought he liked Kristen and you never saw the confrontations he had with officer Dourtey, so you always wondered what the motive was in those murders.

“Isn’t that kind of a personal question?,” he rushed out, looking at the floor.

“Hey, a good friendship doesn’t have secrets,” you pressed.

“Okay,” He breathed out. “I loved Kristen and officer Dourtey didn’t appreciate her. He had her trapped in an abusive relationship. And when I tried to tell him to treat her with more respect, there was a bit of a hassle, and it ended up with him being dead,” he said, ending with a smile.

“And Kristen?,” you asked.

He looked slightly ashamed. “That was an accident. After I told her what I did to Dourtey, she reacted differently than I thought she would,” he explained as you looked attentively. “She tried to get away from me, she thought I was monster. And when I tried to stop her from leaving, I put my hands around her neck and-,” he trailed off, tearing up.

He quickly pulled himself together as he told you more, a part that you didn’t ask. “Anyway, after that, I became friends with the Penguin, I’m sure you’ve heard of him. And he sort of got the wrong idea about our friendship and took it for something else. Meanwhile, I became acquainted with this beautiful woman who shared almost all the same features as Kristen. She helped me come to terms with my past. I loved her, and then…Oswald killed her.”

He put his hands on his face and began to cry. Instinctively, you had to comfort him. You put your arms around him and rubbed his back. “Shh, Ed. It’s okay. It’s alright. Just let it out.”

You sat there for a while, comforting him.

Eventually he stood up and made dinner, like nothing even happened. You were majorly confused. How can he just dump something so heavy on you that obviously means a lot to him and then just pretend like it didn’t happen? He just sat, ate, talked, and smiled.

It wasn’t until after you had gotten settled in bed (a separate one from his of course, you’d only just met) when he finally turned toward you with a broken face, filled with both pain and relief. “Thank you [Y/N].”

“Anytime Ed,” you replied with a sincere smile.

It was at that moment he knew, he would do anything for you.

Symphogear XD Unlimited - Memoria Card "Relaxation Date" EN TL
  • (Very rough translation. If I've made mistakes, feel free to message me with corrections! I'm still in the process of learning and any help is appreciated. Fixed formatting [30/8/17] after breaking it; might transition this to the format the rest are in later.)
  • Shirabe: [Stare-...]
  • Elfnein: Zzz... Ah... What is it, Shirabe-san...?
  • Shirabe: Elfnein, you're sleepy...
  • Elfnein: Yes... Ah, um, I've been stationed at headquarters since yesterday...
  • Kirika: Since yesterday...? You mean, you've been pulling an all-nighter!?
  • Elfnein: I did take a, a little nap...
  • Shirabe: ...Are you okay?
  • Elfnein: I'm all righ... Wha!?
  • Kirika: That must've hurt... She propped her head up with the wall...
  • Shirabe: ...Are you really okay?
  • Elfnein: I, I'm fine... I woke up a little just now... More importantly, what official work is there?
  • Kirika: Oh, that!
  • Shirabe: We wanted to use the simulator for some training, but...
  • Elfnein: So that's what it was. Please wait a little while. I'll get it ready now.
  • Shirabe: ...Is she really okay?
  • Kirika: It doesn't look that way at all...
  • Shirabe: Kiri-chan, you've been kind of greedy since this morning...
  • Elfnein: Yawn... ah!
  • Elfnein: I'm s-sorry... I've been in a bit of a daze...
  • Shirabe: You're apologizing to the wall.
  • Elfnein: Wha- ah... Shirabe-san, I'm sorry...
  • Shirabe: You're still bumping into the wall. That's not me.
  • Elfnein: You're right... Where did Kirika-san go...?
  • Shirabe: Kiri-chan's numbers were coming up short, so she's working overtime on a check.
  • Elfnein: Ah, is that so... Alright, then I'll...
  • Shirabe: Even if you keep working despite being tired, I think that's too much. You should rest a little.
  • Elfnein: But I can't be the only one resting if everyone is working their hardest...!
  • Shirabe: ...Well, it can't be helped.
  • Tomosato: Ah, Shirabe-chan. Kirika's adjustments just need a little more.
  • Shirabe: Is that so? Then, I'd like for you to give Kiri-chan this message. Please let her know we're going out to the park for a little while.
  • Tomosato: Yep, understood.
  • Shirabe: Let's breathe in some fresh air with a little change of pace.
  • Elfnein: B-but I...
  • Shirabe: It'll be fine.
  • PART 2
  • Elfnein: Ah, ouch...!
  • Shirabe: Tripping even with nothing in your way... Look, you need to watch your step.
  • Elfnein: Yes, I'm sorry.
  • Elfnein: Oh, ow...!
  • Shirabe: And this time she hit a telephone pole...
  • Elfnein: I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
  • Shirabe: Don't apologize to the telephone pole. Even cutting out the bad condition you're in, you've already blundered enough.
  • Elfnein: I have so little knowledge of just about anything that isn't alchemy...
  • Shirabe: Is it really just your knowledge...?
  • Shirabe: Show me your hand.
  • Elfnein: My hand?
  • Shirabe: I'm a little worried, so how about we hold hands?
  • Elfnein: Okay... Thank you very much.
  • Shirabe: I know how it feels to not be able to rest, so at least breathe in some fresh air...
  • Elfnein: I will, thank you...
  • Elfnein: [deep breaths]
  • Shirabe: ...She's fast asleep. Ah, I think a little nap's fine. Just a little.
  • Elfnein: ...Yes, I'm sorry...
  • Shirabe: Right after the Frontier incident, Kiri-chan also apologized a lot in her sleep...
  • Shirabe: But I feel like her sleeping face looks good.
  • Shirabe: Fufu. Kiri-chan, could you wait a little more?
  • Kirika: Oof, they left me practicing alone...
  • Kirika: But this is the last one! Even if I'm waiting for Shirabe's sake, I've gotta finish up quick!
  • Kirika: Gear adjustments, FINISHED!
  • Kirika: Alright then, I'll hurry over to Shirabe's side!
  • Elfnein: Ha...!
  • Shirabe: Are you awake?
  • Elfnein: ...I fell asleep so quickly... A, ah, I'm sorry I used your shoulder like a pillow!
  • Shirabe: That's...
  • Elfnein: I've got to show my gratitude somehow... Ah, what's that vehicle over there?
  • Shirabe: It might be an ice cream truck.
  • Elfnein: I'm going to buy some as a token of thanks!
  • Shirabe: It was really nothing! Ah... she's gone.
  • Elfnein: I bought some. Here, please feel free to eat up.
  • Shirabe: Just one? What about yours?
  • Elfnein: I didn't have enough money...
  • Shirabe: If that's the case, let's eat it together.
  • Elfnein: Is that okay?
  • Shirabe: Yes. I think it's tastier eating together than eating alone.
  • Elfnein: Shirabe-san, you're so kind.
  • Shirabe: I'm not really-
  • Elfnein: Ah, Shirabe-san, there's some ice cream on your cheek.
  • Shirabe: Hya!? What!?
  • Elfnein: Please don't move. I'm removing it.
  • Shirabe: Elfnein, you're tickling me!
  • Kirika: De... de...!
  • Shirabe: Kiri-chan-
  • Kirika: De-de-de-de-ss!?
  • Kirika: How did the two of you end up in this kind of relationship...!?
  • Shirabe: Hold on, Kiri-chan!?
  • Kirika: I, I'm...going to get away for the sake of friendship! Shirabe, I hope you're happy!
  • Elfnein: She's already run away... Are things going to be alright?
  • Shirabe: It's not good, but it'll be fine.
  • Shirabe: Jeez, Kiri-chan is...
  • Elfnein: I'm sorry. What I did just now was weird, wasn't it?
  • Shirabe: Just a little. What you did just now was off limits for people who aren't intimate friends.
  • Elfnein: I understand... Then was it wrong to do that to you...?
  • Shirabe: No... It wasn't bad, but you should treat Kiri-chan the same way.
  • Elfnein: Understood. Next time, I'll do the same to Kirika-san.
  • Shirabe: Mm... Sure, let's go with that.
The Neighbourhood sentence starters
  • "I'd like to be proud, but somehow I'm ashamed."
  • "Everybody's talking, but what's anybody saying?"
  • "Put me in the dirt, let me dream with the stars."
  • "I was naive and hopeful and lost."
  • "R.I.P. to my youth."
  • "If I told you that I loved you, tell me, what would you say?"
  • "If I told you that I hated you, would you go away?"
  • "Now I need your help with everything that I do."
  • "I don't want to lie, I've been relying on you."
  • "You can throw me shade, all it does is just cool me off."
  • "First it just threw me off, now I'm just moving on."
  • "I've been callin' you 'friend', I might need to give it up."
  • "I can admit, I am not fireproof."
  • "I hope I don't burden you."
  • "I tried to be someone."
  • "If I had done something a little bit differently, we would've moved in a better direction than this."
  • "You say that you love me, but you act like you don't."
  • "You used to adore me."
  • "You put me in harm's way."
  • "When we had our first kiss it was your favorite thing."
  • "You weren't lying when you said it would sting."
  • "Imagine our children; how fucked would they be?"
  • "Mommy's a psycho, daddy lives in a dream."
  • "Don't take this the wrong way."
  • "I thought that I loved you, but we weren't in love."
  • "You were my dream."
  • "So sorry, but your lady's with me."
  • "So shitty to be you right now, soon you will see pictures of us kissing on the mouth."
  • "I hate her new boyfriend."
  • "I don't wanna be forgotten."
  • "I'm fake and I don't get offended."
  • "You ended up with gold, but it started as a dream."
  • "I used to be broke, now there's money in my jeans."
  • "I want you to touch me there."
  • "Darling, your looks can kill, so now you’re dead."
  • "If I made it too hard for you maybe you should've changed it."
  • "I hope you find a way to be yourself someday."
  • "Change can be amazing."
  • "I pray for the best for you."
  • "Why’d you stick around, why’d you stay with me?"
  • "I couldn’t save it."
  • "I wish you could be honest with me."
  • "I am the chosen one."
  • "I could change all your minds."
  • "This is the one they won't forget."
  • "I want to be bad, I want to destroy you."
  • "I want the attention, I want all the cash, I want all the ass; is it too much to ask?"
  • "I get what I want."
  • "You think I'm a fake and I know you're a fraud."
  • "I'll fucking digest you, one kiss at a time."
  • "You wish I was yours and I hope that you're mine."
  • "You need to get off my mind."
  • "I'm never satisfied, it's never good enough."
  • "I knew it was wrong, but I thought about you still."
  • "I'm paranoid, I hate to sleep alone."
  • "I try my best, no matter what it's like I'm always wrong."
  • "I just need some peace of mind."
  • "I'm never the same, I change every week."
  • "I would ask for advice, but I just do what I like."
  • "I smoke cause I'm stressed, I try to get high, but it gets me depressed, I'm just tryna get by."
  • "I've got no man to follow."
  • "And I know that I'm shallow, but why shouldn't I be?"
  • "Trouble being alone, I've been losing my mind."
  • "I don't want any trouble, it just chooses to find me."
  • "I feel like you're worth it."
  • "We're made to love, but you're dangerous."
  • "I'll tell my friends about my fast life because they know me from my past life."
  • "I can't wait 'till you're back to California."
  • "I know a couple girls like you."
  • "I hope we can go round two, 'cause you know I wanna do it again."
  • "Being away from her, it makes me hurt, it makes me sad."
  • "I'll try to find another way, to make it work."
  • "I know what to say that will make you hurt."
  • "I can't even believe what you did to me."
  • "You can't even say I'm overreacting."
  • "Did I even ever cross your mind?"
  • "What the fuck am I supposed to do about you and I?"
  • "Fuck that guy, happy I don't know his name."
  • "My love never seems to come out right."
  • "I still love you even though you’re a fucking cunt douchebag."
  • "I’m sure you feel the same about me but, whatever, that’s it."
  • "I've seen it a million times."
  • "Everybody else so basic, stop tryin', please stay home."
  • "We got signed to a label and we infected the internet."
  • "I'm my own worst enemy."
  • "You were crazy, but I miss you."
  • "Now we're a little bit famous and I think I might hate it."
  • "I think I found hell."
  • "Don't tell them anything."
  • "You fooled me from the start when you let me start to love you."
  • "I'm leaving tonight, I'll be gone in the morning."
  • "I can't love her no more."
  • "She had all my trust, and I guess that was never enough."
  • "I want the world in my hands."
  • "Let's have an adventure."
  • "I don't mind if there's not much to say."
  • "We talked about making it - I'm sorry that you never made it."
  • "You knew the game and played it."
  • "Mr. know it all, had his reign and his fall."
  • "I'm having trouble in believing."
  • "How could you tell me that I'm great when they chew me up, spit me out, pissed on me?"
  • "When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might take my place."
  • "All my friends always lie to me."
  • "You’re too mean, I don’t like you, fuck you anyway."
  • "You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs."
  • "I’m afraid somebody else might end up being me."
  • "I told you I would tell you everything you want to know."
  • "Everybody's watching me."
  • "I try to be as subtle as I can."
  • "It looks like you were right again."
  • "I'm from a little city with expensive taste."
  • "Shouldn't try to fix it if it keeps getting better."
  • "I wasn't listening at all."
  • "We were young, skinny dipping, having fun, I remember."
  • "And we all grew up, shit got tough."
  • "What a mistake, saying the way I felt."
  • "I was scared as fuck and out of touch, and I was still testing my luck."
  • "I guess there's something wrong inside."
  • "Maybe you're right, maybe this is all that I can be."
  • "But what if it's you, and it wasn't me?"
  • "What do you want from me?"
  • "She planned ahead for a year."
  • "I fell in love today."
  • "There aren't any words that you can say that could ever get my mind to change."
  • "You're a doll, you are flawless."
  • "I just can't wait for love to destroy us."
  • "You better not leave me."
  • "No food to eat, all the money's been wasted from last week."
  • "Some part of me feels a little bit naked and empty."
  • "I still believe something is out there."
  • "All I'll ever be is partly settled in."
  • "They show you how to swim, then they throw you in the deep end."
  • "Float away, then come right back to me."

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love Hands of clay. It's the first story I read where the children don't feel like props, but are actual characters with so much personality. Also, I get exhausted just reading about Bucky's day-to-day life lol, kids are def not for me. I'm going through your tag for the fic here, but not fast enough, so if my questions have already been answered I'm sorry. When Nat grows up what are her thoughts on Bucky's ptsd? Does she look back at her childhood and understand some things differently?

hey there, thanks for reading! Yeah kids can be exhausting when they’re five (in a different way than when they’re four, and three, etc :)

When Natasha gets older, and Steve and Bucky adopt the twins (previously here and here) she starts to see some of Bucky’s behaviours in a new light. (I think I said that Nat and Clint are like 12 here but I can’t recall anyway). She watches Bucky’s hypervigilance with the babies, how he startles easily, how he can have a hard time falling asleep when they’re not at home (like on vacation), and she starts to put a lot of details from her childhood together. Like, she remembers when she was really little that sometimes her dad was really tired all the time, or she’d get up some mornings and find him sleeping on the ground in front of her bedroom door, or that sometimes they had to go a certain way to school and some days another *, and it comes to her (with a lot of reading in the library) that maybe her dad had more stuff happen to him when he was in the Army than just losing his arm in an explosion.

It’s weird and a little upsetting to her, to think that her dad was going through so much bad stuff and she didn’t see any of it. This all comes to a head one night when Pietro and Wanda have been with them for a few months, and Steve had taken Clint to an archery competition, so it’s just Bucky and Natasha when Natasha finally cracks and asks if she made things worse when she was a baby.

Bucky, who has a spoon of rice cereal halfway to Wanda’s mouth, just looks at Natasha with a what expression on his face. 

Now, Natasha Barnes is never one to back down from a confrontation, so she just looks right back at Bucky.

This is interrupted as Pietro trues to grab the spoon meant for his sister, and Wanda screams, so Bucky moves his chair over. “Feed a baby, any baby,” he tells Natasha. She sits down to shovel rice cereal into Pietro’s mouth. “What’s up?”

Eyes fixed on the twins, Natasha lets all of her observations and worries spill out. When she’s done talking, and is watching Pietro smoosh his hands through the rice cereal on his high chair tray, Bucky finally speaks. It’s halting and he feels like an idiot, both for not knowing what to say and also that he hadn’t seen how much Natasha was worried (he thought she was jealous of the twins, for heaven’s sake). But here’s the gist of things:

  • I went through some bad shit in the Army.
  • Yeah, the explosion where I lost my arm has a lot to do with things.
  • But I also saw a lot of things when I was overseas
  • All this stuff adds up.
  • However:
    • None of what I went through has anything to do with you.
    • You’re the best thing in my entire life.
    • I spent a lot of time when you were a baby making sure you were safe and happy.
    • That you didn’t see anything that I was going through back then was the entire point, and I’m damned glad I succeeded.
    • However, now you’re growing up and we can talk about this stuff.
    • Thank you for telling me what you are thinking.

Natasha is so relieved that she may or may not cry a little. Bucky and Natasha clean up the babies (well, Bucky turns his back and Lucky the dog licks the goop off Wanda’s little hands) and then the babies go into the playpen while Natasha and Bucky continue to talk. 

From Natasha’s point of view, all is well.

From Bucky’s point of view, he’s shaken - he thought he was doing a better job at masking his coping mechanisms. He didn’t think that Natasha would have seen through things, but then he forgets how incredibly observant Natasha is.

But he’s made it a point all his life never to lie to Natasha, and if she has questions, he’ll do the best to answer them.

There may be some things that Bucky will never talk about to anyone, but honestly most of his time in the Army doesn’t even come close. 

One thing he does do, however, is to call up Nick Fury and ask him to talk to Natasha about life in the Rangers as he’s pretty sure Nick has a better idea of age-appropriate knowledge than he does. Nick, who sees through Bucky like through a clean window, goes with it anyway. 

And all is as well as it’s going to get.

(Wow, that got away from me, didn’t it?)

*Bucky’s coping mechanisms tended very heavily to protect the baby and nesting in those early days and also with the twins and Steve has just had to learn to cope.

anonymous asked:

Hi ! Can you do "Dating Cristiano would include" please ? :)

disclaimer: I’m not really familiar with Cristiano, I like him, but I don’t really pay any attention to him so I’m very sorry if this is not accurate at all; I’ve also never done this before so idk if that’s alright

  • working out together; you always hit the gym together like one of those power couples, you both prefer to do your own thing, listen to your own music but your eyes will meet every now and then and you’ll smile at each other
  • showering together after; all sweaty, hearts beating fast from the intense exercises, you like enjoying a nice hot shower together to ease the tension in your muscles
  • teasing; he loves to tease you even in the smallest ways: for instance, he knows the effect that his shirtless body has on you, he knows that you can’t really tear your eyes away from his perfectly sculpted upper body even if you tried not that you ever have and that’s why he is always walking around shirtless + bonus points if there are people over
  • going out to fancy restaurants and even fancier events; he loves to take you out on romantic dinner dates, he always says that that’s the least he can do for not being home that much because of his profession
  • getting ready for events together; he loves zipping up your dress, it has kinda become your thing now, you pull your hair over your shoulder as he drags the zipper up, his fingers lightly grazing the bare skin of your back; kissing before you put your lipstick on because he’s not really a big fan of lipstick after that one time that he ended up with a bold red lip of his own after stealing a kiss from you in the car on your way to an event; his asking you to fix up his tie even when it is perfectly fine just because he love how concentrated you look while doing it
  • staying in; which usually means both of you spending the afternoon in the kitchen, cooking dinner and then enjoying it together; a Disney movie night on the couch with Cristiano Jr and a ball of popcorn between you or his head in your lap as you read a book, your fingers gently combing through his hair
  • going on games to support him when you can; you are so proud of him and everything that he has achieved and is achieving and you love the rush that you get while watching him in his element
  • being the first one to see all the new pieces in his cr7 underwear line and also being the first one to take them off