#in short very busy and not enough spoons to get it all done

[runawaycatwalker]

Part 18. Who You Know (Veritruce, part C)

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Ladybug flies up through the sky.

Ladybug (internally): I can't believe he... No.  Focus. Plan first.

Ladybug flies up towards a cloud, headed towards a darker opening within the cloud.

Ladybug (internally): I don't have my yo-yo, but I can still... wait, is that a hole inside this cloud?

From inside the cloud, Ladybug sees a cloud doodle of Rena Furtive above the words “Detransformation Safe Zone”.

Ladybug (internally): I didn't even realize she was out tonight.  Thanks, Rena.

Ladybug (aloud): Spots off!

Cut to Mayura pointing her fan up towards Catwalker threateningly.

Mayura: So now it is only you and me, Catwalker.  You may not know Chat Noir's identity, but you clearly are not unfamiliar with keeping secrets.  Talk.

Catwalker, still stuck in the upper cone, looks down in annoyance.

Catwalker: Just because I told Ladybug about Adrien, that doesn't mean I'll tell you all about Chat Noir. You almost killed him.

Mayura: And I regret that.

Catwalker leans against the cone and points an accusatory finger.

Catwalker: If you truly regretted your actions, you wouldn't be trying to hunt him down.  Or is what you regret that you failed to kill him?

Mayura raises her hands in exasperation.

Mayura: I don't want Chat Noir dead!  I am trying to make up for the harm I've caused him!

Catwalker: If you actually wanted to absolve yourself, you would have revealed Shadowmoth's identity to us.

Close-up of Mayura wringing her fan in her hands.

Mayura: Protecting Shadowmoth and Chat Noir is the decision my conscience can live with.

Catwalker: You have another decision: Walk away.  Whatever Shadowmoth's goal is can't be worth it.

Mayura: Even if he'd wish for something that Chat Noir desperately wants?

Catwalker leans back and raises a contemptuous hand.

Catwalker: You don't know Chat Noir very well if you think he'd be swayed so easily.

Mayura: I know him better than you think.

Catwalker: That still doesn't mean you actually care about him as a person.

Mayura: I literally cannot lie to you about this!

Catwalker hits his fist against the barrier wall.

Catwalker: Sure you can!  You control the amok.  You could have ordered Veritruce to not react to your lies.  And even if you didn't do that, it only detects your belief in what you say. Beliefs can be wrong.  So whatever you claim about caring about Chat Noir, your lie detector can't prove that you're speaking the objective truth.

Mayura: Then perhaps I can provide you external evidence?

Close-up of Mayura in profile.  There is also the image of Marinette blushing as she holds up the charm bracelet she gave Adrien, as well as the scarf she made for him behind her.

Mayura: Ask your kwami to verify this: A girl Chat Noir knows well likes to give him gifts.  A charm bracelet he carries with him at all times.  A birthday present she made for him that was misattributed to another.  Opportunities too, she will advocate on his behalf so that he can enjoy freedoms he might not have otherwise.  She admires him greatly and Chat Noir, in turn, considers her a most precious friend.

Catwalker stares ahead in shock.

Mayura: Will that suffice for now?

Catwalker: How do you know all that?

Mayura: Because I know him.  He's someone I would protect with my dying breath if need be.

Catwalker: And you think you'll protect him by making sure that I'm the one endangering myself to fight Shadowmoth.

Mayura bows her head and looks away.

Mayura: I won't try to kill you.  But we still need the wish.  And if you are our adversary, the inevitable fallout will be better than if Chat Noir were still involved.  Will you agree to keep him out of this?

Catwalker looks down. His earpiece is visible in his ear.

Catwalker: If Chat chooses to involve himself, that's his decision.  But I won't give up my miraculous to anyone besides Ladybug.

Mayura: That should be enough.  Thank you.

The point of the bottom conic barrier hits the top barrier with a clack.  Veritruce looks up in surprise.

Catwalker (internally): Mayura said these barriers were reinforced by truths. With every truth we've said, they've grown thicker, and now they're close enough to touch.

A close-up of Catwalker glancing upwards.  There is also the image of Ladybug falling down through the sky.

Catwalker (internally): And Ladybug is almost back—she'll need my help, so I'd better activate my...

A close-up of Catwalker’s hand as his ring charges with destructive energy.

Catwalker (aloud): Cataclysm!

A close-up of Mayura’s shocked face.

Mayura: What??

Mayura (internally): When did he recharge his miraculous?

Cut to a flashback when Catwalker was the one flying upwards through the sky.  Alya answers her phone while looking out on her balcony. Catwalker places a finger in his ear to activate his earpiece to make a call.

Alya: Hello?

Catwalker: Rena, I need somewhere safe to detransform.

Alya: Catwalker?  Did you steal my phone number from my flute?

Catwalker: Don't make me answer that, there's a lie-detecting sentimonster here.

Alya: Okay, but where's 'here'?

Catwalker: Can you see the speck flying above the Agreste mansion?  That's me.

Alya: I'll get you some cloud cover.  Trixx, let's pounce!

Cut back to the present as Ladybug falls downward from the sky, her yo-yo in hand.

Ladybug (internally): I've got my yo-yo back, but Catwalker's still trapped and powerless, so I can't rely on him.  But that barrier now has holes I can still use to my advantage...  If I aim...

Ladybug, still falling, throws her yo-yo through one of the holes in the lower conical barrier.  In the cone above, Catwalker places his hand against its barrier.

Ladybug (internally): ...just... right...

Both barriers begin to disintegrate.

Catwalker: Cataclysm!

Mayura: What??

Ladybug’s eyes widen.

Ladybug (internally): He destroyed the barriers?  Oh no... He's falling right towards—

Ladybug’s yo-yo catches on Catwalker’s arm right above Mayura’s face, snagging him away before he can catch her.

Catwalker: Ngh!

Ladybug (internally): My yo-yo.

Mayura and Veritruce flee off the rooftop, while in the background Ladybug tries to disentangle Catwalker from her yo-yo.

Ladybug: Let me untangle—

Catwalker: Don't worry about me!  We can't let Mayura get away!

Below is the same image as above, only without text:

#runaway catwalker #ladybug #catwalker #mayura #alya cesaire #sentimonster #spanner in the works nathalie #apologies for another late update #part of it is just the burnout i get when doing a multiparter #but also i injured my shoulder a few weeks ago and recovery has been very annoying #also trying to work on the fic i started posting to ao3 for ml secret santa #in short very busy and not enough spoons to get it all done #i'm surprised i was able to get this pulled together enough to post today #pretty sure the next page will be back on schedule #thank you for your patience

[wosohermoso]

Lucy Bronze - Live Stream

Warnings: Fluff?, none

Lucy and readers relationship becomes known after Lucy accidentally shows affection during a live stream.

This one is really short I am sorryyyy

It was five thirty in the evening and I had just propped up my phone ready for an instagram live. Being a content creator meant that I could indulge in my job - sometimes - from the comfort of my own home. I gathered all my ingredients on the counter as I kept a close eye on all of the followers and comments popping up on the screen.

“Hello everyone” I smile, half of my attention directed at trying to find the herbs in the cupboard above me. I was planning on cooking whilst live streaming, something I did quite often. Cooking brought me joy, and evidently brought joy to my viewers too.

Once I had gathered my ingredients, I sit myself down on the barstool - that I had taken from the other side of the kitchen - in front of the counter, to give the viewers a proper welcoming.

“Hey guys” I grin, my eyes flicking between the fair few comments that were already flying down the chat box.

[ Are you cooking?!

Hellooo

How are you y/n

Where is Lucy

What are you cooking?

Luciaaaa

Ily ]

“I’m cooking chicken wraps” I chuckle. “Quick and easy”

I scan the screen for more comments.

“Lucy should be on her way home I think. Shes been at training” I reply to the increasing amount of fans that were asking about her.

Myself and Lucy lived together. We had been living together for the past year as well as dating, but the public didn’t officially know that, although a lot of Lucy’s fans had suspicions. Being a content creator and advocate for women’s football meant that I was constantly online, and had very much noticed the edits that fans had made of the pair of us. A lot of the time I’d show Lucy and we’d giggle at them knowing that although our relationship was supposed to be private, the fans just knew.

I turn on the cooker and heat up a pan whilst chuckling at all the comments.

“Chicken, yes” I reply to someone who had re-asked what I was cooking, a lot of people answering for me in the chat box.

“I’m gonna get straight into it because I’m starving, but we can chat whilst I’m at it. Have you guys had your dinner yet?” I ask to engage with my viewers.

I begin cutting up the chicken, seasoning it with the herbs and spices that I had gathered from the cupboards before chucking it in the pan to fry off.

What have you done today

“Today-” I reply as I watch the chicken cook in the pan and recall my day. “I helped out with some promotion with the lionesses.. which will be up in a few days. And then I went to lunch with a few friends which was nice.. and now I’m just cooking dinner with you guys”

“So a busy day, but not too strenuous which is great” I laugh.

Once the chicken was cooked I throw in some peppers, add a tiny bit more seasoning and stir them all together. After a short while of speaking with my viewers I take everything out of the pan, reaching for the tortillas.

Just as I was spooning the mixture into a tortilla I hear the front door slam and a familiar pair of keys jingle through the house. I grin at the screen knowing that my viewers would be thrilled to know that Lucy was home.

[ Is that Lucy?

Where is Lucy

Dinner is served miss Bronze

LUCIAAA ]

“Hello” Lucy mumbles as her feet pad through the kitchen towards me.

“Tired?” I raise a brow and she pouts at me.

“Yeah” She huffs as she approaches me swiftly, heading straight into shot as she wraps her arms around me and gives me a small kiss on the side of the mouth. I panic slightly knowing that we were live, but not enough to show, as I carefully prize myself off of her.

“I’m live” I smile innocently, watching her head bolt in the direction of my phone.

“Oh-” She strains out, sitting down on the bar stool to look at the phone to try her very best to divert any attention on us away.

“Whats for dinner” She grins, looking knowingly at the comments as she tries to compose herself.

“Fajitas” I state, pursing my lips together at the flood of comments flying through my phone.

I continue to wrap up the fajita, handing one to Lucy as the pair of us watch the screen in bewilderment before Lucy gasps in excitement, grabbing the Fajita from my hands.

“The best thing-” She takes a bite, “about living with Y/n-” She swallows, “is that I am always fed well” She grins like a child at the screen, trying to completely ignore the comments.

The both of us look at each other. It was a knowing look. Neither of us had to say anything to know that the both of us were thinking the exact same thing. They know, no point hiding it.

Lucy places her hand on the small of my back to bring me in closer to her, my arm subconsciously draping over her seated shoulders as she brings the half eaten fajita to my mouth to let me have a bite.

“Yum.” She states placing a small peck on my jaw before lifting herself up from the stool.

[ SHIPPPPP

I knew it🤭

DID THEY KISS

WHAT😮

WHAT IS GOING ON

We were right….

Oh.. my.. god ]

“I’m gonna go take a shower, i’ll leave you to deal with all of this” She laughs as she holds onto my waist to stable herself. “Save me some” She pleads with a small smile before peering down at the live stream.

“I will see you all in a sec” She says before heading off to shower.

I sit down on the stool, reading all the comments with an embarrassed, but relived smile. Maybe people knowing about us wasn’t too bad after all, even if it did come out in ways we didn’t plan.

“She’s gone to shower” I wince at all the comments.

“Yes, she’ll be back”

#lucy bronze #woso x reader #leah williamson #lionesses #reader x lucy bronze #woso #england #celebrities #smut #woso smut

[viiiiiiiiiin]

What do you guys do on Valentine's Day !! (GN reader)

Includes: Nami , Robin , Sanji , Law , Kid , Ace , Sabo.

Masterlist

A / N: SORRY ITS SHORT !!@ Im writing this on a phone and with a headache. I hope you guys enjoy 😣

Cat Burglar: Nami

If you guys just recently got into a relationship , she's very frugal with her money. Though , if you guys have been in a relationship for a while , she's more than willing to spoil you.

She probably started growing some flowers for you in the garden !

She's had this day planned out for a while , actually. She made the crew dock at an island and reserved a table at the fanciest restaurant she could find there.

Then , she would book (or bribe someone to book) a private room for you two. She would get you a rose (that she grew) before you even arrived.

She's over here wearing a beautiful dress , hair done and everything. She even bought you a beautiful suit / dress / fit to match with hers !

After the date , she takes you to a hotel and spends the entire night with you. You guys even go out on a shopping spree ! New clothes , jewlery , weapons , whatever you guys wanted ! All discounted , of course.

You guys end the night with a cuddle session in your room ! (Or a fun night. It depends)

Devil's Child: Nico Robin

She's VERY romantic with you.

She's gotta have SOMETHING on you the entire day. Rather it be holding hands , kissing your cheek , hugging your waist , or rubbing your shoulders. She just loves making you flustered !

She takes this entire day spoiling you. She uses her devil fruit to massage you and make you relax.

You guys even take a rosey bath together ! She may even get hansy there too . .

She asks Sanji to cook you two something you both love so you can eat together while bathing or in the girls' room.

She also spends time reading with you ! She introduces you to her favorite love stories.

She ends the night with a cuddle session as well. She's probably the big spoon lol.

Blackleg: Vinsmoke Sanji

The most romantic out of all of them !

Breakfast in bed (your favorite) , lunch is all of your favorites , and so is dinner ! He loves the little faces you make when eating the stuff you love.

He definitely put rose pedals in your room. He gave you so many gifts throughout the day that you didn't have enough room for them all ! Chocolate , flowers , etc.

He makes the entire day about the both of you. He hugs you and kisses you all day !

He even sets up a candle lit bath for the both of you. Roses around the tub , warm bubble bath , and some exotic sweets for the both of you.

He , like Robin , has to have his hands on you the entire time. He loves you so , so much.

Surgeon of Death: Trafalgar D. Water Law

He didn't even remember that it was Valentine's Day until you gave him a gift.

He felt horrible for forgetting about it. He had been so , so busy with his studies. And what he was going to do about Kaido.

He makes it up to you by docking at the neatest island and taking you out to eat. Even though he doesn't like PDA or public affection.

He gives you a rose while his face is LIT UP with red. He's so embarrassed. Shh he's trying his best.

When you guys came back to the Polar Tang , he tries to finish his studies but allows you to be in there with him.

Once he's done , he bathes and goes to sleep with you. He's probably the little spoon . . .

Eustass "Captain" Kid

He's . . Horrible . . At romantic stuff.

He gives you a little heart trinket while blushing madly.

He brings you out to eat (and almost burned the place down because of the way people looked at you).

He asks Killer for advice. He doesn't know what he's doing , at all. He tries to follow what he said to do , but he fails. He's trying , don't blame him.

He held you close the entire day and made sure everyone knew that he was your boyfriend.

Though he won't admit it , his heart is racing like crazy. If you point it out , he'll yell and deny it.

Firefist: Portgas D. Ace

When you guys docked on the closest island , he took you on a picnic date ! He asked Thatch to make your favorites and his favorites.

He took one of your shared blankets and sat near the sea.

He never believed he could be loved , but you proved him wrong. That's why this day is so important to him.

He brought flowers ! A whole bouquet. He won't say it , but he used your money for it since he was out.

Anyways. He held you the entire time (when he wasn't asleep) , and you guys both had very heartfelt conversations.

You guys fell asleep together , counting the stars and talking about how each line of stars reminds you of something different.

Fire Emperor: Sabo

He had been planning what he'd do for a while too.

He pretended like he forgot. Once you "reminded" him , he acted surprised.

Eventually , he surprised you with a romantic date at an expensive fancy restaurant.

Dragon gave him the funds for it ! He encouraged you both and smiled as he walked out.

He even made a tray of your favorite sweets ! Even though he's not the best baker , he tried his best.

He tries to make you smile the ENTIRE time. He just loves how you look ! Rather you have an upward smile , an upside down smile , a chubby face with a smile , or a skinny face with a smile , he loves it all. He loves YOU.

#cat burglar nami #nico robin #vinsmoke sanji #reader insert #one piece #op #trafalgar law #x reader #eustass kid #portgas d ace #one piece sabo #one piece x you #x you #valentines day #headcanon #nami x reader #robin x reader #nico robin x reader #sanji x reader #law x reader #kid x reader #eustass kidd x reader #portgas ace x reader #sabo x reader #fluff #one piece x reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader

[l3viat8an]

Hola Ro 🥰

This is gonna be a mouthful but...

Thinking about Human! College au! Dorm neighbor! Beel and Belphie gets like 5 seconds of this lmao

Oc he's still a big eater but imma tone it*way* down cuz he human.

This bitch is the best cook in the entire dormitory. Like there is no broke college boy here because in addition to his job he sells lunch/dinner plates. They're reasonably priced but he sells so many that his profits are pilin' up Belphie has to help pack and deliver the trays.

Just imagine you move into your new dorm and before you even unpack your first item, there's a soft knock on the door. You open it up and you're honestly surprised at how far back you have to tilt your head to see the smiling face of this ginger. You studder a bit as you greet him and he smiles back warmly. "Hey! I'm Beelzebub, but you can call me Beel. I'm a Junior here" He smiles lifting up a tray "Brought over some lasagna, thought you might enjoy it" Oh! So that's what that gigantic tray he's holding has in it! Accepting the tray with a little smile you swear it weighs like 5 pounds. "Thanks... Uh, Would you like to join me? I couldn't possibly eat this much lasagna alone" He tilts his head slightly "You don't have a dormmate?" You shake you're head in response and Beel frowns a little bit. "I bet that's pretty lonely." He shakes his head and then smiles brightly again. "Well feel free to come by our dorm any time. I'll introduce you to my roommate tomorrow"

Beel comes in and the two of you eat lasagna together on your futon with box tables like a scene from a movie and you're taken aback by how much he eats. The tray of lasagna is finished in just under half an hour and you converse for a bit, complimenting him on his culinary skills and talking about classes and schedules. Eventually, he heads back to his dorm because whatever he was cooking in the pressure cooker is done and he needs to go pack meal trays. You offer to help as a thank you for the lasagna and he accepts joking about Belphie needing his beauty sleep anyways.

This becomes a regular thing for the two of you and Belphie is honestly grateful that his naps no longer need to be cut short. And surprisingly Beel's sales go up because you bring the flavors of your culture to the little business. Eventually it grows so much that Beel can quit his job and expenses are still fully covered.

Cutting to the list part of the hcs lmao

𓆦 Beel who finds himself a bit flustered as mix and chop ingredients, occasionally lifting a little spoon to his lips for him to sample the flavor. Admiring the cute satisfied face you make when tells you the flavor is perfect.

𓆦 Beel who eventually gets bold enough to lick a little bit of batter of your cheek, chuckling as your cheeks turn pink from his actions

𓆦 Beel who buys/makes lots of cream filled treat because he loves how a little bit always spills out of the corners of your mouth when you take too big of a bite. Imagining is his cum spilling out of your mouth instead of just the cream of a pastry

𓆦 Beel who jerks off in his room at 1 in the morning because he can't stop thinking about how your small hands were wrapped around the piping bag as the two of you iced mini cakes together. Wondering what it would be like for them to be wrapped around his cock instead. Belphie eventually knocking on his room door, telling him to be quite because the walls are thin and you can probably hear him from inside your dorm.

𓆦 Belphie who visits you in your dorm asking you to please just fuck Beel already because he has to deal with Beel's horny ass all day, every day.

𓆦 Beel who takes you on a proper date before he even tries to make a move on you because he wants to be a gentleman

My fingers are dead from typing this (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡

~🍒

Nsfw content MDNI

🍒!!!!!! I have no words oh fuckkkkk-

𓆦 Very silly first thing but Beel who has a poster of Garfield eating lasagna in his kitchen :))

𓆦 Beel who during your date (if you went out for a change) sends a quick texts to Belphie telling him to get out so he can get laid-

𓆦 Beel who is the perfect gentleman throughout your whole date!!! Even asking before he kisses you because he doesn’t want to move too fast…

𓆦 Beel who can’t and won’t stop kissing you after that. The sweet softness fades away into hungry, biting kisses, as he nips at you bottom lip hoping to slip his tongue into your mouth. Only ever braking the kiss long enough to mumble about how good you taste~

𓆦 Beel who tries so hard not to just rail you into next week- he really wants to be gentle and slow…make it feel special for your first time with him…but when you whine and moan like that he can’t help it. Folding you practically in half on the bed and just stuffing you full~

𓆦 Beel who can’t stop telling you how well you’re taking him, how good you feel around his cock…how it’s so much better then he’s imagined and oh fuck- don’t squeeze him like that….he doesn’t want to cum too soon!-

𓆦 Beel who covers your tummy in his cum cuz he’s worried about cumming inside on ‘the first date’ :((

𓆦 Beel who still, after all that, wants to eat you out and have you cum on his tongue…..please? He knows you’re sensitive but it’ll feel good!! He promises!! He would have done it first but he couldn’t wait to feel you around his cock-

𓆦 Beel who carries you into the bathroom to wash the cum off, before taking you back to bed (dressed only in one of his huge t-shirts)

𓃾 Belphie who sneaks in as quietly as he can’t at like 3am….but can’t help peaking into Beel’s room. Seeing your body wrapped around Beel’s, “Good date?” both you and Beel open one eye and whisper back in unison, “Great date..”

#🍒 anon! #…….I have nothing to say for myself……oddly enough I wasn’t in the mood to write today….idk what happened 🧍🏼‍♀️ #obey me! #obey me #om! #obmswd #obey me beel x reader #obey me beel x chubby reader #obey me beel smut #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #om! smut #obmswd smut #obmswd beel x reader #obmswd beel #obmswd beel x chubby reader #obmswd belphie #om! beel #om! beelzebub #om! x reader #om! x chubby reader #obmswd x reader #obmswd x chubby reader #om! belphegor #roro writes #obey me smut

[headspacedad]

AI and the Red Delicious Apple

If you’re reading this you’re pretty much already on the anti-AI bandwagon when it comes to its promise to steal our written works and then regurgitate them in strung-together, passably readable form in order to replace us.  You’ve seen the same, very valid, arguments against letting this happen that I have and the same, also very valid, warnings.  There is no human reason a computer should be doing something humanity has done with pleasure and without prompting, for enjoyment alone, all the way back to the beginning dusty start of time - unless you want to strip the humans out of the equation and make a profit that way, which is what this is about.  I’m preaching to the choir when I say this is far and away beyond the Bad of a Bad Idea.  What I haven’t seen mentioned though is how this is going to effect the other side of the equation.  Not the creators of art -

the receivers of it.

Once upon a time, not that long ago, in the 1880s, a farmer had a rouge plant pop up in his apple orchard.  He uprooted it but the next year it was back.  He got rid of it again and, again, it came back.  Finally, he did the sensible thing and just let the plant grow.  Sure enough, it popped out apples after a time and he entered those apples in a tasting contest - because.... those were a thing back in Ye Olden Times apparently.  Anyway, wham bam thank you ma’am! They won the contest and the taste buds of the judges.  In short order the Apples, known as Stark Delicious, hit the stores and became an overwhelming favorite across the US.  They lived up to their name for sure and soon became known as Red Delicious Apples.  Farmers everywhere focused in on one type of apple and one type of apple alone as the demand for them surged.  Everyone wanted Red Delicious and so that’s what everyone planted.  Here’s the thing though.  Uniformity is king in situations like this and, instead of more Red Delicious apple trees leading to more variety, it actually led to more uniformity.  The ‘off parts’ of the apples were bred out, unattractive yellow streaks in their color, the thin skin that let them bruise easier during shipping, all the unattractive parts were left by the wayside.  Red Delicious apples soon looked as good as they tasted.  

Except - they didn’t really taste that good anymore. 

It turns out that in breeding them for uniformity and looks dropped the factors that gave them their flavor as well.  In time, every apple was a carbon copy of the apple before it and the end result was mushy flavorless thick skinned, albeit pretty, looking apples.  These days, consumers hardly touch them and farmers have started uprooting their Red Delicious in favor of Gala and the like.  Nobody liked Red Delicious anymore because there’s nothing left of what once made them delicious.

AI regurgitates what its been fed.  When its fed variety it regurgitates, to some extent, variety.  It’s intended to put the human oddities out of business, so to speak and take its place.  To turn out polished, pretty things to appeal to people’s tastes.  And, after a while, when humanity is out of the picture, it will only have other AIs to feed off of.  In time, the variety in its cannibalization will continue to narrow down as the stories become more and more alike as nothing new gets put in, as it simply tells the same ten stories, then the same five stories, than the same three over and over again.  Until its just the same words, strung together differently, with the same theme, the same character, the same half-nonsense story.  Until the inside of that story, that piece of art, that movie are all the same mealy, uninteresting mush that every other one is.  The yellow streaks and the thin skin of humanity phased out along with any hint of flavor.  The profitability will dry up as even the most spoon-fed, computer worshipers demand better.  Humanity will pick up where it left off, figuring out how to tell its own stories, paint its own art, sing its own songs and entertain its neighbors again.  Art is intrinsic to humans.  We always find our way back to it.

But the damage to the creative world in the meantime will be like a nuclear winter.  And who knows how long it will take generations raised on ‘Red Delicious’ apples to realize there are better flavors out there.

PS - nobody pushing for AI art right now cares that its not long term sustainable or that it won’t always be profitable.  It will make them money now.  The future they ruin will be someone else’s problem.  They know that.  

They’ve always known that.

#AI #ai art #ai writing #writing #apples to AI #my stuff #okay to reblog #just got to thinking about this #and figured I'd add it to the already impressive list of why #ai bad #small term small minded immediate gratification at the cost of the future is bad

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

Hey, could you do yandere Silco with a GN s/o who genuinely adores him?

You just want to see soft yandere silco, don’t you anon? I know you probably can’t read my tone, but I said that very smugly lololol.

Melts. Positively, straight up, melts.

This man has never experienced an ounce of romantic affection in his life, you cannot convince me otherwise.

Because one, he was too busy focusing on his plans for Zaun, and two, even if he had been interested in anyone they probably were more into Vander.

Silco can’t get enough of this feeling, and he reluctantly admits that he enjoys being soft and gentle with you.

Silco needs you with him constantly. If you’re away, even for a short period of ten minutes, his anxiety kicks into high gear. Being the ruler of Zaun has given him a surplus of enemies, and if something ever happened to you he would burn everything to ashes.

Is definitely the type to wait outside the door when you use the restroom.

Silco does not trust his own henchmen to look after you, and insists on personally escorting you everywhere. When you’re both out and about, he has one arm wrapped possessively around your hip the whole time and don’t even think about saying it’s embarrassing you (Y/N)!

Silco will buy you anything you so much as even glance at, he’s basically a glorified sugar daddy tbh. (If it’s clothing, he’s getting it tailored specifically for you, and he’s actually given some of his own clothes to have tailored so they fit you.)

Dare I say you rank even higher than Jinx in his list of priorities. Silco is actually hesitant to let you interact with Jinx, because he knows how unstable she can be and he would rather perish than let you get hurt.

Silco’s favorite places to have you with him are on his lap in his office, or spooning you in his bed.

He may not seem like a cuddle bug at first, but once he trusts you not to run away, there isn’t an instant where he’s not at your hip touching you in some way behind closed doors, and even in public he has you by his side 25/8.

Silco’s relatively scrawny, but you should not under any circumstances underestimate him or his willingness to protect you and keep you to himself.

Another yandere who actively enjoys killing for you. It’s one of Silco’s ways of showing he cares for you, and it’s getting rid of anyone who he thinks may have even the smallest inkling of ill will towards you, so it’s a win-win in his mind.

Silco enjoys sharing his plans for Zaun with you, down to the gritty details, so if you feel like he’s over sharing or some of the details are a bit too disturbing for you, tell him and he’ll apologize immediately. He makes up for scaring you by cuddling with you even more.

Even if he trusts you, Silco still finds it hard to completely open up to you and that can sometimes make him come off as stiff or cold. Give him time, and eventually it will all come out in a rare emotional outburst.

Once you’re done comforting him, you can expect him to be much more malleable and relaxed with you from then on out. It’s at this point Silco realizes he likes being vulnerable with you, to be able to tell someone what’s bothering him instead of just brutally slaughtering those who have wronged him.

Convince him to be the small spoon. Silco normally is not one to be coddled, but by doing this you have opened up a whole new world to him. He’s not leaving your grasp unless he absolutely has to. Good luck, darling!

#Silco #yandere arcane #yandere silco #arcane #fem darling

[likely-moony]

Businessman ~ Jumin Han~

Businessman

Paring: Yandere Jumin Han x Fem Reader

Type/words: Short Story ~ 2.6k Words

Summary: When Jumin Han stumbles upon a new up-and-coming Businesswoman, he feels something brew within in his heart. No, not love or happiness but a rage or even threatened feeling that her business could possibly overtake his. But how will his feeling evolve when he gets to know the young happy-go-lucky girl?

TW!!: Yandere-Themes, Yandere Characters, Abuse Of Power, Perverted Characters, Mentions Of Sexual Harrasment, Unheathy Obsession, Force, Forceful Relationships, Mentions Of Affairs, Obsessive Letters, Unhealthy Feelings.

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Jumin Han

He has it all, 

Wealth, Power, Influence, looks and every maid and butler in his massive vacation home at his fingertips.

Raised with a shiny silver spoon in his mouth, Jumin grew up alongside some of the most influential people in the world.

Movie stars, businessmen, politicians, CEOs, and even mafia dons.

Jumin is and has always been surrounded by ties to all the top financial and political hot shots who’d be willing to do anything to do his bidding for him. 

But jumin never really needed to use it too much though, he preferred to get things done himself. 

He didn’t need his father’s money or a recommendation ~threatening~ letter to get into prestigious Ivy League colleges, he didn’t need daddy’s support to climb the ranks at his very own company and last of all, like hell he would need his father’s help to find a woman.

Is what should be assumed.

Jumin never really thought about women. Maybe once or twice as a kid whenever he saw his father bring home women or look up the skirt of a maid and eventually get her naked in bed later on. But other than that, never. 

When he did think about women, he wanted to find a woman who he could cherish with his heart. He wanted someone he could protect from people like his father. 

He wanted someone who would make his heart go all haywire and make his eyes sparkle. 

And most importantly, he wanted a woman who he could love for the rest of his life, unlike his father.

So when you, the clumsy little newly rising CEO, appear in front of him, Jumin regards you as a potential threat. 

Most would see the title of ‘potential threat’ as rude or even a threat in itself, but to Jumin Han, being regarded as a potential threat by him would be a massive compliment. 

You didn’t see Jumin as anything other than a fellow CEO, but to Jumin, you were someone he had to keep a constant eye on as a would-be business rival.

If Jumin were to look at you beyond the eyes of a businessman, he saw a cheerful young girl, happy-go-lucky and definitely not fit to run a company.

He didn’t like it. At all. 

He didn’t like how your eyes would instantly light up whenever you saw him around, and he didn’t like how you’d instantly start waving like some common person.

He didn’t like how you didn’t understand your own status. He didn’t like how instead of having the mindset of a world-class businesswoman, you had a mindset that of some poor college student.

He wanted you to understand how rich you would be if you stopped giving away most of your profits to organisations and such.

He wanted you to embrace your inner rich girl, but how would that be possible when all you did was give everything away that you didn’t have an immediate need for, instead of keeping all that money.

He didn’t like anything about you.

That cheesy smile.

That horrid humbleness of yours.

That disgusting way you don’t think about yourself alone.

He hated how whenever you were invited to a high-society party, you didn’t act all elegant to impress anyone. Instead, you stayed as yourself. Goofy and free. The way you waved to him like a happy puppy seeing its owner.

He hated everything.

It was on a certain fancy occasion when he had enough. Hot shots from all around the world were gathered at a social event to gather money to donate to organisations ~ and boast about their accomplishments~, and coincidentally both you and Jumin were invited.

Jumin showed up in a sleek tux with expensive accessories adorning his body, and what did you decide to wear to this once every 5-year party?

A fucking plain yellow sundress with mushroom earrings, a simple headband and ordinary dress shoes that any old poor person could buy at a local mall.

Jumin never puts any effort into his appearance at parties, but to think he had specifically chosen to wear his most expensive tux at this gathering alone could describe how high-end it was. 

And in that high-end party where everyone would show up in extravagant and expensive pieces of jewellery and clothes, you showed up in a sundress. A sundress. A sun dress that stopped at knee level. Meaning any creepy old pervert could come and see below your dress if he was sneaky enough.

Which was exactly what was happening. Old Jacquier and his fancy arse straight from Paris. Jacquier was 72 and had uncountable affairs and prostitutes. The maid uniform in his mansions was hideous beyond belief and only women who wanted to bed him would work there. 

Jacquire had a hidden fan in his hand, and using it, he blew your skirt much farther up than what Jumin expected you’d prefer. 

It was beginning to bother him. 

Why was he so irritated about something that barely concerned him?

He told himself it was human decency to stop the pervert, but memories of when Jacquier was peering at poor women in bathing suits and how Jumin did absolutely nothing to help them refused to enter his mind.

Jumin couldn’t hold it back any longer. He couldn’t hold his desire to do something about you.

And so, he left the party. 

Not because you were annoying him, but to run a quick errand.

Jumin returned within minutes, with what he needed in his hands.

He handed the specific set to Jaehee and wandered off back into the crowd.

With his tall glass of old wine in hand, Jumin made long strides towards you.

When you noticed him, you waved your hand as usual and smile at him but not for long.

Jumin swung his hand across in a fashionable manner and within seconds, his fine wine was all over your sundress. Not a drop on your face or arms, and not a drop on the floor. Just the dress. 

There were gasps and murmurs all around the ballroom, but you were quickly swished away by Jumin’s trusty assistant, Jaehee.

Jaehee saw the signs earlier and knew at once that the fancy ballgown that Jumin left the party to purchase and returned with was for you.

She brought you to a different room, cleaned you up and gave you the dress with no words exchanged. 

You nodded and took the dress from her hands and obediently put it on with no choice. After all, you weren’t going to return to the part with a massive wine stain on your dress.

The dress looked beautiful. It reached to your ankles, and coincidentally it matched Jumin’s choice of clothing.

And so, you reemerged into the party, but this time looking like the partner of the man who spilled wine all over for god knows why.

So you decided not to go near him again. 

That night, you left the part quite early.

Really early. 

And when you got the gist of Jumin’s dislike towards you, your sunshine persona went down and a cloud emerged around you.

Every time you’d seen him after that incident, instead of waving at him and smiling like an angel, you just sort of just avoided him. 

Jumin hated that too.

Jumin also hated that instead of keeping the dress, heels and accessories like a present, you had sent it back to him, washed and ironed and neatly folded through the mail.

But he didn't sulk about it for long, in his eyes, the dress was a cheap piece of crap while in the eyes of a normal person, that dress was worth a fortune and their family inheritance.

Obviously, if he was going to gift something to you, it would have to hold worth and meaning, not some dress he bought in a rush that looked like his.

But of course, he only bought that dress due to its beauty, not its shocking resemblance to Jumin's tux.

Obviously.

It was just a coincidence that it matched his.

Right?

So as an apology, Jumin did some businessman-ish things. 

He starts investing big bucks in your company, anonymously, knowing you desperately needed it.

He started spreading a good word about you as a ceo and your company started to rise even quicker. 

And he did the little things like that which would make your day much better. 

When he started seeing you around again, you seemed happier than before. Only if you didn’t see him. If you saw him, your happy mood would go down and you would feel sad again. 

It was cute. 

Your little smiles that popped up whenever someone said a good thing about your company. The way your eyes sparkled whenever you got a notification from your assistant ~Jumin’s mole spy~ that someone ~Jumin~ had invested further into your company. 

It was the little things. 

And eventually, the little things started to make Jumin smile. 

And eventually, the smiles turned to little giggles.

And eventually, over time the little giggles turned to somewhat heart eyes. 

But Jumin was oblivious to it. 

He knew that he didn’t hate you anymore, but he also didn’t know that he was now in love with you.

And so when he finally decided to see you again and make you see him, his heart broke. Another cheerful smile on your face was wiped away when you saw him, replaced with an upset, sad face.

When Jumin had enough, he instantly walked up to you, but when you tried to leave, he grabbed your hand and held it in place.

He asked you what’s wrong and why you keep avoiding him.

When you tell him that you aren’t sure why he hates you, but you’re sorry, Jumin is baffled.

“I- I don’t-” Jumin was speechless.

For the first time in his life.

Jumin Han was lost for words.

Jumin explains to you calmly at a coffee shop nearby that he indeed did not hate you at all. He found that you're an amazing person and he adored you and your humbleness.

And so, you and Jumin formed a sort of kinship. 

Friendship, even!

Jumin didn’t know what to do for you.

He wanted to help you, just didn’t know how to.

So he did more businessman things just crueller.

That troublesome new rich guy that keeps asking for shares in your company?

Gone.

Not gone as in dead or missing or anything, just gone from the business scene. Bankrupt and in severe debt.

That traitor in your company who's spying on you for someone?

Gone

The company that the mole came from?

Also gone

Perished even.  

That shareholder who keeps abusing his power of you to listen to him? 

Left with nothing but sand and dirt to live off of. It was to the point where the shareholder decided to leave this world behind. Since you didn’t have many shareholders anymore, Jumin invested much more money than he’d ever trust anyone with into your company.

And over this long journey of eliminating your enemies, Jumin and you got extremely close. Jumin even had the final realization that he was completely head over heels for you. 

But you still only saw him as a friend.

And so the eliminations continued.

And they just kept getting worse and worse and worse

You were glad at first, Jumin saw but as they continued you started getting worried.

It came to the point when you decided to see Jumin. 

You told Jumin of your worries and you didn’t understand what was happening and why everyone around you was falling.

Jumin was confused.

Were you not happy?

He was doing all this just to see that smile of yours.

Did this not make you smile?

When you find out that Jumin was behind it all, you felt disgusted.

“Why would you do that?! You were the reason that poor man killed himself! How could you not feel a single sense of guilt after all that!”

“I did it all for you,”

“WHY!? I never asked for any of this! That assistant was just a poor college student trying to pay his debt off! He meant no ill intent!”

“Still he could have hurt you!"

“Why are you doing this!?”

“Because I love you!"

“What-!?”

“And you love me too!”

“Jumin-”

“There is no need to hide it, I did all of this for you, my love!”

“Jumin this is absolutely ridiculous.”

“Is what every man in love hears, Y/n.”

“I’ve never seen you as anything more than a close business friend.”

And with that, you leave Jumin’s office.

heartbroken, Jumin falls back into his large chair and loosens his tie, undoing the first four buttons of his shirt. 

He rakes his hand through his hair, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

Jumin wasn’t a very emotional man, but you made him feel things he’s never felt before.

Jumin had to do something.

He started with small apologetic gestures. 

He offered you your favourite coffee every morning. He bought you common people plushies that Jaehee recommended. He wrote you sorry notes and bought you expensive chocolate, but nothing worked. 

Jumin was starting to lose his patience. 

He began writing love notes.

“I’m sorry, Y/n…”

“Please come back my dear,”

“If only you return my feelings, I would love you for the rest of my life!”

“I know you love me, if you just admit it, we can be happy together.”

“You look beautiful  when you work alone”

“You’re mine and I’m yours”

“Have you ever been told how angelic you look when taking a bath? Obviously not, your mine to compliant, right?”

And so, they progressively got worse and worse till-

“You’re mine” had appeared on your doorstep. The ink was red and was written in such rage.

Jumin ran out of patience when an idea entered his head. 

Back when Jumin was still trying to apologise to you through ‘businessman things’, he often invested a lot of money in your company, which meant he instantly became a shareholder. 

He was the only shareholder of the company, which meant that the company was basically his. 

So on a bright day when you were told that you would have a meeting scheduled with your anonymous shareholder at 5, you felt excited to see who was helping you so much.

Was it that kind old man who you met at a conference the other day? Or maybe even an old friend of yours? No, it couldn't be. You barely had any friends, let alone friends that could invest billions into your little start-up company.

So when you showed up at the meeting, your face looked as if it had been hit by thunder.

There he sat, smugly, in the pricey loveseat with his legs crossed one over another in a superior way as his finger played with his cuff links.

“What're you-”

"Fancy seeing you here, love..."

That smug smirk on his face infuriated you.

His face said it all

He set out his plan clear like a whiteboard, not to you of course, but you'd find out eventually.

He'd purposely start ruining your business by making on purpose bad decisions as a shareholder and as a business rival from across the street.

And so, debt was upon you, but Jumin didn't care.

Of Course, he felt tons of pity towards his future wife, crippling under all that pressure, so when he decided you'd had enough, he starts making good decisions and starts to support your company.

But of course,

Everything must come with a price.

This one is simple though, love.

Marry Jumin, love jumin, and have Jumin’s children.

Simple 

But if you don't listen, well-

He’d have 707 hack into your systems and ruin everything you ever worked towards whitin seconds.

And there’s also the final option-

The CEO must always listen to the shareholder after all…

Hope you enjoyed it <3

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[that-gay-jedi]

Really loving this vanilla extract saves Anakin and therefore the Galaxy storyline you've got going on in your polls 😂

Thanks! I got this ask and started writing what I thought would be a few paragraphs and uhhh:

Once upon a time, there was a Jedi named Anakin Skywalker. He was the messiah but he was also a very naughty boy. The fate of the galaxy sat on his shoulders and probably it should have gotten up and sat somewhere else.

Anakin's tastebuds were utterly warped from not cooking bugs before he ate them and from too many years eating ration bars, Obi-Wan's cooking, and unidentified beige squares (the beige squares were, by all accounts, not vanilla flavoured).

Now in those days there was a big ol' war on and nobody was very much pleased. The galaxy had already been circling the drain before the war but now there were overwhelming numbers of droids clanking around everywhere and saying the absolute stupidest shit imaginable or simply repeating "Roger roger" ad nauseam and there was only one way to shut them up (it was with violence).

A lot of very young people who had done absolutely nothing to deserve it died a lot of very gory deaths, all in the name of shutting the droids up. Peaceful civilians turned to refugees and some of the less peaceful ones, or even the simply unlucky, turned to corpses. Oppression and exploitation ran rampant pretty much anywhere that sentients who had anything worth exploiting lacked sufficient money, political clout, or military power to fight back.

When they weren't busy fighting droids, the very young soldiers, doing what young people with too few rights and any shred of free time tend to do, discovered that a number of common baking ingredients had intoxicating or otherwise interesting effects when ingested in unreasonable quantities.

Megnut, for example, one of the central spices in flumpkin spice blends, could in its powdered form be used as a powerful hallucinogen IF one were willing to eat enough of it to hate flumpkin spice until the eventual heat death of the universe. And a spoonful of ground binnamon, though utterly lacking in viability as a drug, was a common enough dare once more conventional intoxicants had already been passed well around as its immense dryness and the immediate violent reactions to its taste were how the physical manifestation of regret entered one's body, hilarious to everyone but the eater.

It was in this manner that the cheapest brands of vanilla extract gained a dubious place of honour on the roster of family-friendly flavourings with a side gig. These contained vanillyl alcohol, ethyl alcohol's gayer, more evil, and more melodramatic cousin, and could get a person blackout drunk within a fairly short amount of time.

Anakin's own legion, the 501st, were no strangers to this sort of experimentation. There were strict orders not to let Anakin set foot in 79's because of an incident that shall remain classified but this did not stop various members of the 501st from getting hammered with him (Anakin also liked to get nailed, but the 501st did not typically join him for it).

Now at a certain point a terrible liquor shortage shook the Republic, and I mean shook. From the most influential senator to the lowest ranking shiny, enough people had been lubricating their sanity with alcohol that Chancellor Palpatine, who was secretly Darth Sidious, who secretly liked spinning in his office chair and tormenting his bodyguards in horrific ways that certainly won't come back to haunt him later, feared rioters on Coruscant would burn the Jedi Temple to the ground before he got a chance to.

And so it was that one fateful evening there was drinking to be done- important drinking, mind you- between battles, but not a drop of drink to be had. No one had flodka, nowhere was selling kniskey, every smuggler was cleaned out of bequila.

There was not, however, any shortage of vanilla extract.

Anakin eyed the bottle more critically than someone who's slurped up a wriggling worm without chewing has any right to, and the men who fought and bled with him appraised him with morbid fascination.

"It's not as bad as you think, sir," said Echo.

"It's worse!" Fives called.

"Quiet, or he'll never drink it."

"Ha! You don't know our general!"

"It can't be any harder to swallow than General Kenobi's-"

"Boys," Anakin cut them off, flattening and raising the palm of his mechanical hand in a gesture for silence.

He unscrewed the white plast cap, the underside of which was stained by the liquid inside. Anakin was pretty sure they were pranking him, but after how bad the last campaign had been, he'd drink it anyway if that's what it took to take their minds off this karking war.

With one last glance sidelong at the label, he tipped the bottle straight to the ceiling and downed its contents in about three expert gulps, then brought his gaze back down to survey each of the men he faced in the dingy little storeroom that currently doubled as command center, rec room, bunker and now bar.

"Whaaa...?"

"I told you!" said Fives.

"You crazy son of a gundark," said Rex.

Having discovered early on that one type of unwanted mental image was an effective cure for another, Anakin gave a satisfied sigh and wiped the corner of his mouth with his gloved right index finger, in a manner juuust provocative enough to invoke the suggestion of having something of General Kenobi's running down his lip instead. The raucous calls from his clone companions assured him he'd hit his mark.

"Get a room, General!" barked Fives, throwing a heavy synthwool sock square against the right side of Anakin's face.

"But Fiivess," said Anakin, suddenly moving and speaking a little more slowly as he took the sock off his face, "you're in it."

Echo stood up rapidly. "Oh kriff, where?"

"Di'kut! Do you actually want to know?"

Rex facepalmed.

Anakin swayed.

He staggered to one of the stacks of boxes, sitting down abruptly on them, knocking over a stack of smaller boxes as he did.

He giggled.

***

Supply lines of normal alcohol had long since been restored by the time Anakin was asked to spy on Chancellor Palpatine, whose hobbies were orchestrating wars in which his dual identities led both sides, using the dark side of the Force, and croquet (he was good at two of the three).

Anakin, however, whose troops had severely underestimated just how warped his tastebuds were, had actually taken a liking to the more flamboyant, eviler alcohol. He still occasionally drank vanilla extract when he wanted to get wasted, sometimes even when there was actual liquor available. It just felt different than being regular drunk, there was no tipsy stage and he'd developed a sick sort of nostalgia for the godawful taste.

Obi-Wan, who had already had his own liver replaced twice due to (non-vanillyl) alcohol consumption since the war began, had very little room to criticize him on it, and even less so while they were busy doing things that would convince Echo his armor would never be clean again if he sat on the same surface. Which they did on nearly every available surface.

Anakin drifted through the streets of a Coruscanti shopping district in a daze. He had been actively avoiding sleep due to the nightmares about people he loved dying, which began whenever he arrived back on Coruscant and receded whenever he was sent to the Mid- or Outer Rim (Darth Sidious arranged these nightmares in the Force during valuable time he could have spent spinning in his office chair, but Anakin didn't know that).

The 501st were currently deployed without him, Obi-Wan and the 212th had already left for Utapau, and the senators Anakin had loosely dubbed "the chaos club" (led by Padme and her friend Bail Organa of Alderaan) were all busy doing senatorial things. Anakin was adrift in a sea of inner conflict and doubts.

The entire row of shops he currently wandered along was too upper class for him, situated in kind of a liminal zone between the Mid Levels and Upper Levels.

He stood out terribly in his plain black and brown Jedi robes and the leather additions that resembled his battle armor just a bit too much for polite company, an uncomfortable reminder to the citizens of Coruscant of the war they'd just as soon block out of their minds with a curtain of shimmersilk and a dozen social calls. But he was enough of a war hero that nobody was daring to say anything.

He kind of wished that at least his weird father figure was in the mood to get drunk. No doubt Palpatine's discerning tastes would involve whiskey that was older than Anakin was and cost a mound of credits equivalent to the GDP of a small planetary system, but all Anakin really wanted was that dreadful cake-making liquid. He smirked at the mental image of offering some to the Chancellor of the Galactic Republic.

Anakin had a lot more trouble releasing anxiety into the Force than some Jedi, but his friends had lovingly taught him techniques they themselves used.

He had Obi-Wan's lessons in moving meditation. The combat skill of situational awareness was taught to clones provided him an easier segue into awareness of the present moment. Padme Amidala, a Nubian to the bone, liked to deal with stress by looking at something beautiful and contemplating the features that went into its aesthetic appeal.

By window shopping, he could combine all three.

The first shop was mostly baby clothes, and he looked away with a jolt in his gut- my fault, dying, dead, all my fault- but the second consisted entirely of upscale cosmetic parts for service droids, which was more up his alley. The third, however.

Home baking supplies.

Coping techniques and anxiety alike forgotten, Anakin's sleep-deprived brain lit up with the brightest idea he'd had since the glorious victory of Kenobi and Skywalker aboard the Invisible Hand.

Using a minor Force trick to make himself appear not invisible, but unremarkable to observing eyes, he stepped into the cute little shop and briefly pretended to scan the 63 different kinds of diced nuts and a bright crimson filling that reminded him just a little too much of a red Sith blade. He reached the aisles of concentrated flavourings.

Quickly and quietly, Anakin used the many swaddling layers of his tunics and oversized robe to help him be a disgrace to the Jedi Order in the pettiest way he could think of.

He bought a pack of Ahsoka's favourite candies at the till to cut down on suspicion, pocketing them in the hopes of seeing her again when all this was over. And then he left, straight faced and still holding up the Force impression of undistinguished mediocrity as his disguise.

Only a few minutes and a few shop doors later, he dropped the Force impression and took off at a run when he realized he was running late to meet with Palpatine.

***

Disheveled after arriving unfashionably late, Anakin settled into his seat in the Chancellor's private box with its premium view of the Mon Calamari water ballet. He'd never been to the Opera House before, and once Palpatine ordered his hangers-on away, it wasn't so bad.

As Palpatine elaborated on his distrust of the Jedi Council, Anakin grew slowly more concerned. Finally, with meaningful eye contact: "They asked you to do something that made you feel dishonest, didn't they?"

Caught off guard, Anakin froze. He wanted out of this conversation.

Palpatine continued. "They asked you to spy on me."

"Excuse me." Anakin held up his index finger in a 'wait' type gesture, left hand rummaging in his robes. He found what he was looking for and, pressing and twisting off the childproof cap, sucked back about 3/4ths of a bottle of vanilla extract.

Palpatine's expression slid gradually from mild surprise to intense curiosity to dawning horror. "My boy, are you quite-"

"Want some?" Realizing he could, by his own actions, turn the deliriously irreverent vision of earlier into a reality, Anakin tilted the remainder of the bottle in Palpatine's direction. "There's more where that came from."

***

An hour and an unspecified amount of vanilla extract later, staggering out of the speeder from the Opera House and back toward Palpatine's office, Anakin was trying to listen to the tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise.

Trying to, but Palpatine kept losing the thread of the conversation while attempting to rein in Anakin's drunken antics. The Sith lord had never realized how quickly The Hero With No Fear could become The Hero With No Volume Control.

The Republic Executive Building was nearly deserted at this hour, but it never truly closed- least of all to the Chancellor himself. Anakin's ambulation could scarcely be labeled "walking" along the fine crimson carpet of the corridors, but he kept up with Palpatine easily, if clumsily.

"He could use the midichlorians to create-"

"Life, yeah yeah, you got to this part already. A HUNDRED TIMES!"

Palpatine pursed his lips. "Anakin, if you would let me finish-"

"HE COULD SAVE THE ONES HE LOVED FROM DYING BUT NOT HIMSELF, RIGHT?"

"Yes, that's-"

"WAIT!"

The gaze Anakin fixed on the leader of the "free" galaxy was oddly lucid for one so far from sober. "I GET IT! I GET WHY YOU'RE TELLING ME THIS! YOU KNOW! YOU KNOW ABOUT MY NIGHTMARES! HOW DO YOU KNOW?"

"-I want what's best for you, my boy-"

"DO YOU HAVE THE FORCE?"

Anakin had never reached out to probe the Chancellor's presence in the Force for Force sensitivity before. Had never had reason to. But even Obi-Wan, whose deductive reasoning caught Anakin's secrets more often than anyone's, did not know about the recurring nightmares he had been having.

Now he did so, his focus as uncoordinated as his body, but still enough. Chancellor Palpatine didn't feel Force null, nor was his connection to it minor, but he didn't feel like any Jedi. He was the cold at the peak of the tallest mountain, power solely for power's sake, all the merciless quiet of the ice of Ilum and none of its promise of peace.

Anakin stumbled back.

"YOU DO!"

And.

"YOU'RE! THE! SITH! LORD!"

Anakin wanted to reach for his lightsaber, but the threads of the war were unraveling before him. He laughed, but even suffused with the unnatural levity of intoxication, it wasn’t a pleasant laugh. This was not like the tricks the 501st pulled on him, nor Obi-Wan's snark.

The war was the worst joke anyone had ever told.

"You're were BOTH SIDES!" He hiccuped. "THIS WHOLE TIME!" Painful laughter broke the cadence of his words. "IT... IT WAS YOU!"

"Anakin, please. You're shouting."

Anakin doubled over, clutching his ribs as if to keep them from falling out of his body. This wasn't funny at all, but he couldn't make the laughter stop. "THE WHOLE WAR... WAS YOURS! YOU... YOU WERE FUCKING THE WHOLE GALAXY..."

Everything that had been fought for, everything Jedi and clone and civilian had endured, everything Anakin had survived, everything he'd done, everyone who'd died- a pointless, cruel joke, like a middle finger from the Force itself.

No, not the Force. The middle finger was from Darth Sidious, Chancellor Palpatine, his so-called friend.

"Quiet!" Palpatine's voice had faded from exasperation to genuine fear. "Please, you're going to get us both killed."

Anakin's laughter had turned to convulsing, and he didn't have enough air to speak anymore even if he'd wanted to. His diaphragm was going to break, his lungs were going to shatter his ribcage from inside, his chest was going to implode. And he hoped they would, because he was going to jail for murdering the Chancellor as soon as his body let him.

There were footsteps in the hallway, but Anakin didn't care.

Behind the laughter, a howl of rage was clawing its way up his spine to reach his mouth. His left hand was trembling and in the dead of the Executive Building, hearing the lights buzz, the fingers of his right hand were tearing the fabric of his robes. Hot tears were already springing from Anakin's eyes.

He fixed Sidious with a glare of such naked, undiluted hatred that Sidious reached into his luxurious robes for his lightsaber.

As if in slow motion, he watched red swell behind the foolish Skywalker boy. The white and crimson of the Coruscant Guard first, then the scarlet robes of his own Royal Guards. They filled his field of vision like a spreading bloodstain, flowing until the worst of all the Jedi and the last Dark Lord of the Sith were surrounded.

Holding his blade in front of himself in preparation for electro-staves and countless blaster shots, Sidious regretted not replacing the Royal Guard with Sith acolytes.

And to think, red had always been his favourite colour.

Skywalker had managed to regain enough control of himself to stand up, and Sidious didn't like the blue of his lightsaber much better than the sea of red. Anakin dropped his robe to the floor in a way reminiscent of his master and grandmaster.

"He knows the ways of the Force." Anakin's voice was sluggish, the words coming slower than frozen molasses, but he didn't slur his consonants. "He's been trained to use the dark side."

Security cameras would later reveal that all Corries present gave the slightest of nods, in almost perfect unison, before opening fire.

***

After the death of the Chancellor, Anakin couldn't tell whether he was sobering up or getting drunker. He cried until he laughed, laughed until he screamed, and screamed until the ceiling shuddered and bits of rubble crumbled down around his ears.

Before the foundations could be split apart by his Force scream, someone shoved a hot cup of tea into his hands, awkwardly tucked his discarded robe around his shoulders like a blanket that smelled of blaster vapor and promised him Obi-Wan would be returning from Utapau very very soon.

Their presence was familiar. Fingers numb on the teacup, he looked up into the tired face.

"... Senator... Organa... ?" His voice was hoarse. The long lights that lined the hallway were too bright.

"Interim Chancellor-Elect Organa," said Bail.

Anakin blacked out.

~FIN~

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[lordoftherazzles]

PLOT BUNNY #8 ↳ HELLO MY OLD HEART

Summary: With the quest complete and Bilbo having returned home (much to his dismay), he has only a few infrequent letters to keep him connected to those in Erebor. His ties to Thorin are fading, but as if on cue, that very same company arrives at his doorstep - three dwarves short. Meanwhile, Thorin and his nephews are slower in making it to Bag End, halted by Thorin’s insecurities when it comes to his newfound quest. A quest of the heart, and words that should have been said a long time ago.

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Dear Bilbo,

You’ll be pleased to know that Thorin, Fili, and Kili are expected to make a full recovery. It’s been a battle to keep Thorin in his cot enough already, but Oin insists everything will be fine within a few months at least, should the three of them follow his orders and not tear open any of their wounds.

They’ve all asked about you, waiting for your latest update on the ongoings of the Shire. I think they look forward to that in all honesty. Fili was even asking if you’d gotten all of your mother’s spoons back from your cousin upon your return. I know a few dwarves that may be able to spook your Lobelia into handing over the rest if you’re still butting heads with her.

However, it would be undiplomatic of me to promote violence, or even a mild spooking. That being said, the offer still stands.

Your lack of presence is felt amongst the rest of the company as well. Take heart in knowing that you are missed dearly, and we hope to hear from you very soon. I know many will be setting off and going their own way to help bring those from Ered Luin back to the mountain, so perhaps you may have a few guests now and again?

Best regards,

Balin, Son of Fundin.

=========

Master Baggins,

I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for not only me but my people. Without you, I don’t think we would have made it through this quest. I owe you a life’s debt and so much more that I’m not quite sure when or how I’ll be able to repay, but I will see it done.

If you are ever seeking adventure out to the far east, know that Erebor will be more than happy to welcome you at any time.

Things are coming along here. My sister arrived and after only a brief verbal lashing about letting her boys get beaten around, I think she’s finally forgiven me for taking them along in the first place. It’s good to see her again, but the mountain still feels like it’s missing something.

I apologize that these letters are less frequent, just as they are less lengthy. The life of a king is a busy one, but I will try to do better.

I hope you’re doing well.

Best regards,

Thorin, Son of Thrain, Son of Thror, King Under the Mountain.

==========

The first and last letters that Bilbo had received from the dwarves of Erebor currently sat nestled in his lap, the rest littered on his bed in a chronological pile. It was just something Bilbo did once in a while. He’d be rereading over the words and trying to hear the voices of his company many miles away. He missed them dearly, but when word had reached him about Bag End rumored to be sold due to his mysterious disappearance, he had to hightail it back to the Shire. The house that Bungo had built for Belladonna was far too important to land in the hands of someone else.

That didn’t mean he didn’t feel regret for his sudden departure from the mountain. Once he had been sure that Thorin and his nephews were alive, Gandalf whisked him away to make a quick trek home to save the family smial. Though Bilbo sometimes wished he had stayed–how he desperately missed those dwarves with every fiber of his being. He missed their crude sense of humor and their barbaric boots. He missed the way they dreaded green food and praised meat and ale. The stories, the comfort, and now…he missed their letters.

Sighing to himself and clutching Thorin’s last letter close to his chest, Bilbo closed his eyes and tried to swallow the emotion that was crawling up his throat and making it feel as if the pressure in the room were changing. It felt like the family he had found along the way was breaking apart. Sure, there had been words exchanged that one might visit the other, but in reality, they were just words. Bilbo didn’t expect anyone to come marching all this way to the Shire to see him, even if some were cutting through to head to the Blue Mountains. It would be a detour that was out of the way and far too time-consuming. And he certainly wouldn’t see Thorin again–A king couldn’t abandon his kingdom for the sake of social pleasantries.

It made his heart sink as his fingers clutched at the parchment even tighter.

A few knocks against the door of his smial sounded off, promptly shoving away every wishy-washy emotion he had and earning the hobbit’s attention rather quickly. With his head up and ears perked high towards the sky, Bilbo gazed out his window for a moment, noticing that the setting sun had disappeared leaving behind the lovely shades of pink and orange. Who would be wandering to his doorstep at this hour?

The thought made his heart race, his mind being taken back to that night where his whole smial was practically confiscated by a company of dwarves, a wizard, and a life-changing event.

“It can’t be.”

His poor heart was full of too much hope that at any given moment it may burst, but Bilbo was leaping off of his bed anyway.

Racing down the hall and pulling at the straps of his braces to ensure his shirt was nice and tight, Bilbo flung the door open to reveal Hamfast and Bell Gamgee, both harboring bright smiles, and Bell even had a pie in her hands.

“Good evening, Mister Bilbo!”

While Bilbo’s mood visibly wilted, he couldn’t say he was upset with those at his door. The Gamgee family was probably his favorite in all of Hobbiton. “Good evening, what brings you here this evening?”

“Bell was baking up a storm earlier and thought you might enjoy one of her blackberry pies. We’ve, um…noticed you’ve been a bit down lately.”

Bilbo’s eyes dropped, his heel scuffing against the ground like a child who was caught doing something he shouldn’t, but he had to appreciate his observant friends if anything. “That’s very…very sweet of you–”

“And imagine our surprise when along the way, we ran into a few friends of yours!” Bell interrupted with her bright and sunny voice. “I do believe these dwarves belong to you, do they not?”

Bilbo looked up and towards the side where Bell had nodded her head to reveal the very dwarves he had been about ready to sob over. His heart constricted, looking at the various grins that were coming his way even if most were shadowed by facial hair.

“Don’t suppose you’d be willing to share a bit of that pie of yours, Bilbo?” Bofur grinned with a wave, earning a few chuckles from the company around him, as well as from the Gamgees.

“Of…of course! Please, everyone, come in! Bell, Hamfast, would you like to join us?”

“Perhaps another time, Bilbo. You should get a chance to catch up with your dwarves,” Hamfast insisted as Bell was passing over the pie and dwarves were piling their way into Bag End with the same eagerness as before. “They seem like a nice bunch, so perhaps we’ll get to meet them properly for ourselves one day!” 

“Thank you…” Bilbo breathed out as his eyes watched the tail end of the ragtag group he loved like family entered his smial, but something about that caused him to frown. He only counted ten. “Did…did you happen to see any others on your way down? Perhaps two younger dwarves causing trouble? They’re brothers. And maybe their uncle? Probably lost?” Bilbo asked cautiously, his voice lowering to a hopeful whisper as Bell and Hamfast exchanged a look.

A look that Bilbo knew that he already had his answer.

“I’m afraid not, but should we see any trouble-causing dwarves that look terribly lost on our way home, we can direct them this way!” Bell tried to sound optimistic, but it didn’t quite reach Bilbo’s mood, and they could see that.

“Have a good evening, Mister Bilbo. Your dwarves seem very excited to catch up with you after all this time away from them.”

And with that, Bilbo’s doorstep was empty, and even if his smial was full, there was still something missing to fill that aching void in his heart. Three dwarves, and one that had a particularly strong grip on that heart of his, and they were many miles away.

==========

The trek from Erebor to the Farthings had been long. Just as it had been tedious, but not nearly as dangerous as the other way around. No warg scouts to chase them, no goblins to battle against, and thankfully no trolls were attempting to cook them. That didn’t ease Thorin’s restless heart as they were nearing the borders of the Shire.

It felt like so long ago that he had wandered along these paths–getting turned around a time or two in the process–and now being on them again for this purpose? It made the dwarven king feel antsy on his feet and his hands wrung together while his eyes remained locked on the several hills of smials ahead.

“I’m sure he’ll be happy to see us!” Kili cheered, a small wheeze to his voice as he moved to clap his uncle on the shoulder in encouragement. “And I’m sure the others who’ve gone ahead will have given him a run for his money yet again. I do hope they saved some food for us…”

“At least this time we were invited,” Fili interjected with a wide grin as he limped his way towards Thorin’s side. Recovering had been a difficult time since the battle at the mountain, and no Durin was the same or felt completely whole after their extensive wounds. Yet somehow, they overcame the odds of survival. “He did say that tea was at four though, I think we’re a wee bit late for that.”

Considering it was dusk? Probably.

“Things are decidedly different this time…” Thorin mulled, feeling another squeeze against his shoulder from his youngest nephew. “I just hope I’m not too late.”

“For the tea?”

The collective sigh between Thorin and Fili was practically expected at this point.

“No, not the tea. I can live without that.” But there were other things in the world that Thorin was certain that he couldn’t live without. That’s what led him to the Farthings on a quest yet again, but with a different outcome than the last.

“It’s Bilbo he’s lamenting about, Kee.”

“Don’t worry, Uncle. Things with Mister Boggins will go just fine, all you have to do is be upfront about your feelings, unlike what you’ve been doing since you started getting those fun tinglies in your heart,” he spoke softly and confidently all at once, “and think of it this way, if you muck it up, you can always move into the smial next door now that you’re retired!” Kili teased, giving one of Thorin’s braids a small tug.

Thorin’s scowl shifted to look at Fili, practically pleading in agitation for his oldest nephew to spare him from his youngest.

“I don’t know how Tauriel deals with you,” Fili sighed, moving to pull Kili away and give their uncle some space. “But he is right. Be upfront, be yourself…and the rest will follow, you do have the rest of your life to make that happen, but try not to take that long.”

“How can you be so sure?” Thorin asked quietly, nerves bubbling around in his entire body to the point where he was sure he might pass out at any given moment.

“Because it was always plainly obvious that Bilbo felt the same way. You’re both just…really bad at communication. Just talk with him, tell him your intentions, and it’ll be just like a fairytale,” Fili grinned brightly, Kili following suit.

“A happily ever after,” Fili and Kili both spoke in unison, both under the same impression that this would be an easy trip, and one with a desirable ending.

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[itzynabi]

i’m getting tired

summary: in which eve isn’t okay

set: 29 october 2018

word count: 2.0k

warnings: allusions to shinee’s jonghyun, vomiting, swearing, self harm in a way (let me know if i've missed something)

an: hi! this one is significantly sadder than all the other scenarios written so far. please don't read if any of the warnings are a no-go for you

eve’s masterlist

Eve woke up feeling miserable.

There was an ache in her chest that wasn’t there yesterday. One that made it hard to breathe. And she didn’t know why. She reached over to her left for her phone, turning it on and seeing texts from Eunbi.

silver kwon [04:32] nabi-yah!!

silver kwon [04:32] we made our debut 🥳🥳

silver kwon [04:32] i feel so excited right now

silver kwon [04:33] i know you're probably asleep, but i just wanted to tell you

silver kwon [04:33] bye~~

Well, now she knows why she feels so bad. She could’ve debuted today. If she was good enough. If she was liked enough.

butterfly kim [08:12] unnie!! i'm so happy for you 💖

Eve tried to be happy for Eunbi. shS really did. But even typing that sentence felt like a shot to her heart.

“Let’s not be sad today,” she told herself when she got to the bathroom, forcing a smile in the mirror. “Let’s be happy.”

It didn’t take long to get upset again.

It didn’t take long at all.

Eve walked to the kitchen, where Kibum was already fussing around with breakfast, and sat down on the kitchen counter.

“Can you pass me the salt?” Kibum asked, not looking up from the pan that had egg in it. Next to it, there was a pot with rice and another with meat and soup.

“Sure.” Eve jumped off the counter and went to fetch the salt from a cabinet. She passed it to Kibum and put her head in the crook between his shoulder and neck.

Despite being hungry, looking at the food in their respective pots, Eve felt her stomach churn. She pulled away from Kibum and went to sit on the couch, looking out the window, trying not to think too much about Eunbi living out her dream.

“Breakfast is ready!” Kibum announced a while later. He had put their plates on the kitchen counter and was fetching two pairs of chopsticks and spoons when she came to the counter.

She pulled out a chair and sat down, pulling her plate closer to her. Kibum sat down next to her and passed a pair of chopsticks and a spoon to her.

“IZ*ONE made their debut today,” Eve said after a few bites of her food. She scooped up a spoon of rice, dipping it in the soup.

Kibum didn't know what to say in response. He knew how upset she had been when she didn’t make it to the lineup. She was so upset that any mention of the group or its members would make her frown. So he was very surprised at her bringing them up.

“Did you listen to it?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Not yet. Eunbi unnie seems very excited about it so I plan on listening to it.”

He nodded slowly, taking a bite of his food. They continued to eat in silence, Eve taking longer than usual.

“I’ll do the dishes,” she volunteered once they were both done. Kibum nodded and stood up to go to his bedroom, stopping just before leaving the kitchen.

“Nabi-yah,” he called to her. “You’ll make your debut soon. Don’t worry,” he comforted.

Eve's face instantly turned to stone, a serious expression falling upon her. “You don’t know that.”

She gathered all the dishes and took them little by little to the kitchen sink, Kibum watching her for a short while before leaving to go wash up.

Eve busied herself with the dishes. Soon after she started them, he emerged from his room in a change of clothes, telling her that he was going out to do something. she nodded and tried to ignore the look he gave her — the one filled with sadness and pity.

Eve went back to the guest room that she was staying in shortly after finishing the dishes and made her bed. Or at least tried to. She had pulled the duvet off and then lied on the bed.

She had no desire to move. The only reason she did was because her phone started buzzing from its position on the bedside table. She reached over and picked it up, seeing a new message from Kibum.

keybutt (ahjussi #3) [09:08] i'm sorry if i upset you, nabi

keybutt (ahjussi #3) [09:08] it wasn't my intention

princess nabi [09:09] you don't have to apologise

princess nabi [09:09] you were just trying to cheer me up

princess nabi [09:09] i'm the one being annoying

keybutt (ahjussi #3) [09:09] you've earned the right to

The conversation stalled there, the two not knowing what to say.

keybutt (ahjussi #3) [09:13] i'll be back after lunch time. you can make something or order in

princess nabi [09:13] okay

princess nabi [09:13] enjoy

keybutt (ahjussi #3) [09:13] ❤️

Eve put her phone down and sat up. she finished making her bed and went to go shower.

It was just past lunchtime and Eve had decided that she was going to watch the music video to support Eunbi. Not to punish herself.

She was in the sitting room and had her phone in her lap, the music video loaded and was ready to play. She took a few steadying breaths to calm her nerves and pressed play. She made it fifty-eight seconds in, before she felt something coming up her throat. She ran to the kitchen sink, making it just in time before her lunch came out. At that moment, Kibum walked into the house. He saw Eve bent over the sink and rushed to her side, pulling her hair out of the way as she continued to vomit.

“What’s wrong? Did you eat something bad?” He asked when she was done, fetching her a glass of water to rinse out her mouth.

“No,” Eve said, shaking her head. “I was watching the IZ*ONE video and then I vomited. I don’t know why.”

Kibum just nodded and rubbed her back soothingly. She dry heaved a few more times before standing upright. He passed her the glass of water, which she accepted.

“Are you okay?” He asked when she was done.

“Yeah,” Eve said, walking back to the couch. She sat down and rested her head against the wall, closing her eyes.

“Are you sure you're okay?” He asked again, following her to the living room.

“Yes!” Eve groaned, annoyance coating her tone.

“Nabi, I just want to ma–”

“I know, but it’s just–” Eve cut herself off and exhaled deeply. “I’m going on a walk.” With that she grabbed her sneakers and phone, leaving the apartment.

Dinner was full of tension. Kibum was frustrated with Eve for blocking him out and Eve was frustrated with Kibum for being overbearing. They didn’t speak to each other the entire meal. Once they were done eating and the dishes were cleaned, they retreated to their respective rooms.

Eve lied down on her bed, thinking about nothing and everything. Her phone rang and she checked who the caller was, answering it when she saw it was Eunbi.

“Hi, unnie,” she greeted once she answered.

“Nabi-yah! I got some time to myself so I’m calling you,” Eunbi said excitedly over the phone.

“How’s your day been?” Eve asked, shifting on the bed.

“Amazing! We had our debut showcase and our first music show performance.” Eunbi sighed. “I can’t wait for you to experience this.”

Logically, Eve knew Eunbi didn't mean anything malicious by saying that, but it didn’t stop the wave of anger from rolling over her. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

“We might have to wait for a while,” Eve said with a bitter chuckle.

“I don’t think so,” Eunbi started, “you’re way too talented to not make your debut soon.”

“I wasn’t talented enough to debut with you.” Eve squeezed her eyes shut, knocking her hand against her head. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re ups–”

“It doesn’t matter. You made your debut! The least I could do is be happy for you. and I am. Honestly.”

“Thanks, Nabi,” Eunbi said. Eve heard her talk with someone quickly. “I need to go now.”

“Okay. Enjoy whatever it is that you’re going to do,” Eve said.

“I will. Bye, Nabi.”

“Bye, unnie.” Eve hung up and put her phone down next to her. “Fuck!” She screamed. She started thrashing her body around until she fell off the bed. She continued to flail around despite how painful the floor was, screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Nabi?” Kibum called from outside her room. He opened the door and saw her, immediately rushing to her side. He tried to grab a hold of her arms, but she was moving around too fast. He eventually grabbed onto one of her legs, soon holding the other.

“Leave me alone!” she screamed, fighting against Kibum’s hold.

“Nabi, stop,” he pleaded, struggling to reach for her arms. She continued to jerk around, causing him to let go of her legs. She started hitting her head against the floor, still flailing everywhere. Kibum managed to get a hold of both her arms and wrapped his arms around her torso so that her back was against his chest.

“Leave me alone.” Eve didn't know when her screams turned into tears, but she knew she was crying. She eventually went limp in Kibum's arms, allowing him to loosen his hold on her. He moved them back until he was leaning against the wall, stroking her head as she continued to cry. After a few minutes, her cries started to quiet down. Kibum didn’t ask her any questions, giving her time to speak when she was ready.

“I’m sorry,” she started. “I’ve been mean and bitchy and… I'm sorry.”

“It’s fine, Nabi-yah.”

Eve shook her head and let out a sigh. “I’m not okay. I know I said I was, but I’m not,” Eve looked back at Kibum. His heart broke. “I think,” Eve started slowly, “I think I’ve been not okay for a while. And… I’m tired.”

“How long have you been feeling this way?”

“I… tried to find out when exactly i started feeling like shit. and i think it started in march,” she confessed softly.

“March?” He asked.

“That’s when it hit me, I think… that he’s gone.”

Eve knew she didn’t have to specify who she was talking about; there’s only one person she could be talking about. A silence enveloped the siblings. Neither of them making an effort to end it.

“I still text him,” Eve admitted after some time. “I know it’s useless, but it… it makes me feel like I’m talking to him.” Kibum stayed silent, not knowing what to say, so she continued, "I really miss him, oppa. And I’m glad he’s in a better place — I really am — but… I don’t know. It sucks that he’s not here.”

“So this isn’t about not making your debut?” He asked.

She shook her head, “I don't know. Maybe I’m just carrying over sadness from him or… or maybe I’m actually upset about not debuting, but… it’s too much for me.”

Eve felt tears well up in her eyes as her voice tapered at the end. Kibum pushed her away from him, turning her around so they were facing each other.

“Listen to me.” He gently took hold of her hands. “What you feel is valid — and I’m so sorry that you feel this way — but princess, you can’t live like this.”

Eve refused to look up, knowing that if she did, she would break down again.

“I think you need to see someone. Like a therapist,” Kibum said. Eve lifted her head and was about to object, but he held his hand up, silencing her. “I know you don’t like talking about your emotions, but I don’t want you to live like this. I don’t want you to feel like this.”

Eve nodded her head. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Kibum asked, squeezing her hand.

Eve opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, hesitating to say something, “Can you hold me? For a little bit?”

Kibum opened his arms and let her crawl into them. She rested her head against his chest, letting the sound of his heart beat soothe her as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I love you, oppa,” she whispered into the room.

“I love you too, Nabi.”

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©️ kim nabi

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[jabbage]

#Letters from Watson #lettersfromwatson

[funkypoacher]

#44 (this one is solely for my own indulgence, sorry, lol), and #51 for the “Obligatory OTP Asks,” please (i’m not specifically saying july & daniel, but i *kinda* am)!

Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?

And

What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

I combined them into one prompt rather than answer them straight-forwardly (as I do). And I am making pierogies a New Canaanite thing. Because… I can.

Anyways, have a little too much conversation and not enough action :)

Daniel/Courier

FoNV

“Holding Pattern”

Cutting willow branches to uniform length became busy work in the worst way. Planning to wattle a short fence, the futility was obvious: the only thing getting at her garden was the very-occasional rad-rabbit soonly dispatched by a bullet. But she felt compelled to do it—to erect superficial barriers where she could; to sever this from that, and mark, very clearly, what was hers and what still wasn’t. It was her upbringing—the prerogative of any NCR-born citizen. And despite July’s exile due to exaggerated crimes, she couldn’t deny her birthright to divide, conquer, and claim.

Putting the last revised willow branch on the ground with the rest, July, perched on a squat stool, brushed wood chips off her lap and perked her ears. There came another clang from the kitchen—the scraping of metal momentarily interrupted a low humming, melodious yet nonspecific, which, afterwards, resumed filling the air as it had the last twenty minutes.

July stood. She peered through the open door connecting garden to kitchen. Inside, Daniel was working at the table, portioning yellow, pillowy filling onto round disks of dough that were then pinched shut and placed to the side. The air was heavy with steam and the smell of potatoes; as Daniel put the next pierogi in a line with the rest, the occasional ad hoc roll of his hips or shoulders collected into a casual rhythm. Added to the soft, hummed tune, Daniel’s swaying became dancing.

It was surreal. To see anyone treating her kitchen as wholly their own offended some fairly deep instincts of both hospitality and territory, but, then, it wasn’t ‘just anyone’ going into her cupboards, or exploring her pantry, and, oh, despite the strangeness, the euphemisms weren’t lost on her, either.

When Daniel looked up, there was flour in his beard.

“Done out there?”

July nodded. Scrutinizing the table with over-mustered interest, she breathed deep, forced her brow into an expression of sweet curiosity, and wondered, “what are you doing?”

“Making dinner,” Daniel answered, smiling at the need to explain. “That’s alright, isn’t it? I mentioned using the flour and potatoes—”

“Oh, no, it’s fine,” July assured him, arms crossing tight at her chest. “You brought them, after all, which was very generous. I just—I mean, I should really be doing this.”

Insinuating herself, July snatched a circle of dough, slapped it in front of her new spot at the table, and spooned a portion of cheesy potato filling. She dropped it in the middle, flashing a genial smile that Daniel answered with a polite frown.

“You don’t have to.”

“No, but it’s my home,” July established, pinching the dough edges carefully enough that she might’ve been working eggshells. “So, really, this should be up to me.”

The floorboards creaked under shifting weight. Wiping his hands on the towel previously slung over his shoulder, Daniel walked to the other side of the table, providing him the opportunity to scrutinize her face, probably. July kept her head bent so she wasn’t sure, but she felt his stare pacified by the only thing that ever brought him peace: seeking honesty.

“I see. Then you’ll be waiting on me hand and foot, I’m assuming. I’m to be a guest here.” 

July shrugged, gaze still away from him. “I suppose.”

The room paused with a silence so unlike minutes before, when the walls had been washed with the echoes of humming and clanging cutlery. Then, always heavy, always burdened and dramatic, Daniel sighed his particular, straight-from-the-gut sigh. July didn’t love to hear it, but it was, at least, familiar. 

“I’d hoped to be more than that. More than a guest.” 

July looked up. Reaching across the table—over a wooden rolling pin pilfered from the ancient general store, over flour dusting a table that she’d salt-scrubbed for nearly three hours, over utensils and bowls collected from everywhere until they made-up her domestic world—across all these things, July reached and grabbed Daniel’s wrist.

He flinched. There was an adage from somewhere about willing souls and weak flesh, but July didn’t think it could possibly apply to their situation. 

“I understand what I am to you,” July said, smiling with soft, sincere happiness. “I believe everything you said yesterday. This situation between us, though…” Her smile faltered. “It’s in a holding pattern I can’t abide. If we’re to be married, then fine. If you’re waiting for a blessing from you family—”

“I’m not.”

“Good, because it’s not going to come.” Letting go of his wrist, July straightened her posture. “Divided, conquered, and claimed. At least I’ve done what was expected of me.”

Daniel scowled. “This doesn’t have to be about my family. This is about what I believe, and what I think we deserve.”

“Deserve?” July looked down, horrified by that prospect. “Daniel, I know what you think we deserve.”

“This isn’t about the Sorrows, either. Or Zion.” Where July’s voice had exhausted in strength, Daniel’s gained. “This isn’t about any failure. To me, the vow of marriage is sacred. And I believe we deserve the righteousness that comes with waiting.”

‘Righteousness.’ Waiting. July appreciated where his mind was at—gone stuck filthy in a gutter—but Daniel’s collection of the things ‘this wasn’t about’ was mirrored by July’s, though, curiously, sex topped her own, private list of irrelevancies.

“Do you…?” She swallowed. “Do you remember—?” She laughed. Taking a deep breath, July decided what this was least about was the weight on her chest: an oppressive sadness so great that it leaned on her throat. “Never mind,” she said with relief born of clarity. “Let’s just… Do what we’re doing.”

“No, what were you going to say?”

July was convinced towards explaining by the warmth in Daniel’s tone. “It’s just…” The woman shrugged. “We’ve been here before. In this same holding pattern. Living in sin… or not, depending on your point-of-view.” She smirked. “Last time, though, it was about escaping everything going on here. Forgetting the fight; ignoring what would or wouldn’t happen when the White Legs were dead.” She looked him relentlessly in the eye. “But we were waiting for the other shoe to drop. Yesterday you said you wanted what we used to have, but what we had was not this. I mean, we’ve both said last time was a mistake. So I—I don’t understand what you want. You said marriage, but what else?”

Daniel’s brow rose. “Are NCR proposals usually so specific?”

Mortified by her now-vocalized fears, July absently poked at a piece of rolled dough. “You’d be surprised.” 

Daniel repositioned himself at the table across from her. There was airiness in his movements; a natural freedom that was contrary to her rigid posture. “What I want is to make you dinner.” Picking up some dough in his palm, he went back to it: spooning up the potato filling, placing it in the middle, and pinching it together. “These are… Well, they’re comfort food for me. They’re not meant to be, I suppose.” Daniel smiled, absorbed in his work. “They were made by the women all pitching in and dividing the batch up. They’re good for when stores are low. Not many ingredients, but they are delicious.”

“So it’s women’s work?” 

“Not necessarily,” Daniel answered with a similarly smug grin. “There’s usually a man or two around, though often just to taste test, if I’m being perfectly honest.”

Dusting his hands off, Daniel half-filled the spoon. Walking around the table, he made his offer, and July, after looking over his expression, dipped forward. She took the spoon into her mouth; she might’ve wished for a bit more salt, except the way Daniel was watching her had her hungry in the way that any little thing satisfied, so the pierogi filling struck her as delicious. Not too proud of the sound she made as she swallowed, July covered her mouth bashfully, blushing.

“So, you wanted to make something that reminded you of home,” she accused him affectionately, hand still hovering in front of her mouth.

“No,” Daniel replied brightly, “I wanted to make you something special. Something you maybe haven’t had before. We’re going to make a home together, and I figured I’d start there.”

July choked on something she hadn’t been eating.

“I see.”

It was hard to say who was affected more by his words: July, who, looking up into his eyes, felt herself pulled forward, dreamy fondness and deepening yearning sapping her ability to stay upright, or Daniel, whose subtle movements closer seemed much more deliberate, and whose lips parted and chest swelled.

He gripped the table at their side, the spoon clattering away from his fingers. July tried not to go looking for the scent of campfire or soap as she inhaled, but she knew it was there: in his hair, and across his skin.

“There’s one more problem with this holding pattern we’ve got,” she said, voice low.

“What?” Daniel’s voice pitched with distracted, yet real, concern.

“Another night of you just sleeping on the couch might kill me,” July whispered across his earlobe.

It wasn’t the first time they’d barely dragged themselves away from an indiscretion. It was the first time that day specifically, but it wasn’t likely to be the last. So July forced herself outside again, leaving Daniel with the cooking.

Stealing a last look, July smiled to see that his humming and slow, off-handed swaying had returned. She was sure it would be full-blown dancing one day. And, of course, July was further thrilled to see he wasn’t shying away from meal-prep. It had always been a well-known fact that his cooking outshone hers. Whether or not it was done now as an expression of love was irrelevant: what mattered was they wouldn’t be suffering her burnt pot-roasts, as Daniel, unafraid of fixing her mistakes, took apart her last poorly-pinched pierogi.

#my writing #i just really want some peirogies guys #and maybe a beta cuz holy man -- i should probably have edited this #daniel #honest hearts #fonv #july wells #also thank u thank u a million times thank you for the questions #and listening to me blather on about these genuine jerks

[sporadically-writing]

Georgia Green

Basics

Full Name: Georgia Green

Nicknames: Haywire

Age: 31 in Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Season 1

Sexual Orientation: Straight Romantic Asexual

Appearance

Skin Tone: Fair

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Auburn

Hairstyle: Cropped short, lays how it wants

Makeup: Nah

Build: Works out enough to protect herself and remain in shape

Height: 5’4”

Style: Wears a lot of black and blue, mostly comfortable hoodies, jeans and converse.

Personality

General Personality Traits: Private, Sarcastic, Resilient

Strengths: Intelligent, Quick, Loyal

Flaws: Antisocial, Tempered, Nosy

Habits and Mannerisms: She types when she’s bored, sometimes she gets back up to hacking but thanks to the Sokovia Accords that’s a bit difficult for her. She’ll just open her laptop and type on the keyboard just to fiddle with her fingers; She sits hunched over, its a problem; Itches her forehead when she’s thinking; Bites on her tongue when nervous or agitated

Secrets: None that haven’t already been shared with the greater superhero community. She used to hack for the highest bidder, now she does it for superheroes

Regrets: Not allowing herself to have a normal life, friends and partners and all that

Skills/Talents: Typing quickly; hacking systems; coding; location triangulation; computers; electrical engineering; tinkering; basic combat training

Likes: Puzzles, technology, fixing things, spying/people watching, pretzels rods, headbanging to songs

Dislikes: Social gatherings/parties/dances, being without her technology, controlling governments/systems

Sense of Humor: Sarcastic comments

Guilty Pleasure: She eats little spoonfuls of frosting

Defining Moment: Assembling her electric batons to aid in the taking down of the helicarriers

Relationships

Friends: Steve Rodgers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Maria Hill, Natasha Romanoff

Family: Did not ever know her parents as she was placed in the foster system

Enemies: HYDRA, John Walker, Flag Smashers, Madripoor Assassins

Lovers: Bucky Barnes (eventually)

Relationship Status: Single. Not looking, thanks.

Reputation: Some say she does good work, the others say she’s a horrendous bi-; Those who really know her admire her for her loyalty and her dedication to the causes she now fights for

Miscellaneous

Current Residence: The Bronx, New York

Collections: Wires, tools and various tinkering equipment; computers, technology, flash drives, hard drives; dad caps and soft dark hoodies

Accent: American, North

Voice: Crisp and authoritative

Signature Quote: “Leave me alone, I’m busy”

Song: TBD

Backstory

Growing up without a family and without anyone really to stick up for her, Georgia fell into an antisocial and less than legal lifestyle. She taught herself how to extract information from secure places and then sold that information off to whoever could pay her the most.

All of this changed when she got on S.H.I.E.L.D.’s radar though. Nick Fury gave her an ultimatum, she could either use her skills for good at S.H.I.E.L.D., or she could go to prison. A non choice really but she would be lying if she said she didn’t like using her powers for good instead of evil.

She’s on the clock when Loki attacks, her skills employed to help track him down but she isn’t given Avenger status until the very organization she works for becomes a threat to world security.

Fury calls on her again and she codes the program necessary to take down the Helicarriers. When the job is done, Georgia offers to help Steve and Sam in the search for the former Winter Soldier. She hadn’t ever really had a family or friends and it felt good to have a little network of folks.

That family is threatened though when the Sokovia Accords rear their ugly head. Georgia didn’t like them for multiple reasons, the main one being that if she stepped slightly outside of a little box they painted for her, she’d end up in prison. She had left her life of crime behind back in 2012 and she didn’t take to kindly to the notion of being put in a cell for doing what was right. It was that attitude of government that had spurned her on to her criminal career in the first place. Now if she tried to help people in a way a handful of people in a room didn’t like she’d face consequences? No, she didn’t think so.

She sides with Steve of course, helping Sharon to give Cap’s team the information and aid they need to accomplish their goals and stay hidden. She would have fought with them then but her pet project “Haywire” wasn’t quite ready yet. Being on the run for two years gave her plenty of time however.

When the time comes again to defend the Earth, this time from a purple man eager to assert his will on the entire universe, “Haywire” is finished. She takes up that superhero moniker along with two electric batons and charges into battle. However, her S.H.I.E.L.D. training and electrical engineering could not have prepared her for what awaited her in Wakanda. The next thing she knows she wakes up to fight again five years later.

Tony Stark died to save the universe and Steve Rodgers settles down in the past after cleaning up the mess. Georgia doesn’t blame Steve for leaving, his fight was finished. Hell, she thought hers was too, until a beloved symbol is given to someone else and an old friend asks for her help in tracking down a new threat to peace, The Flag Smashers.

#georgia green #bucky barnes x oc #fatws oc #fatws #marvel oc #mcu oc #my oc stuff #bio sheet: @shenanigans-and-imagines

[fadinglights]

✏️ + junjun

muses headcanons / accepting!

headcanons for junso

very spoilt but very lonely as a child given that he grew up in a single parent household and his mom was always busy with work commitments as a famous opera singer. used to wish he had a sibling all the time, so being in the band and getting to force his roommate into an older sibling role was a dream come true. 

when he just started training with the company and living in the dorm, it probably stunned some others how hd packed practical life skills, but that came with being born with a silver spoon and having every chore done for him. for the same reason, a lot of people initially assumed he wouldn’t last long under the harsh training schedule, but were surprised when they saw how well he performed. 

he’s a fast learner so he picked up how to do chores soon enough without attracting too much annoyance. it probably led to some funny moments like accidentally ruining his white shirts in the wash, almost causing a fire for microwaving his cupcake too long, etc. shoutout to yunho for practically raising him and teaching him the life skills he needed to survive.

he didn’t plan on becoming an idol at all. he’s someone with a wide and diverse range of hobbies. as a quick learner and someone labelled as gifted from a young age, he manages to excel in things that hold his interests within an impressively short time. his fixation that year was guitar and singing and he’s scouted at his school’s singing contest. at that time, he’s still under training to become a professional fencer, but he’s eventually persuaded to give it a shot. 

he didn’t like the aspects of being an idol other than what’s directly music related. it took him a while to adjust but he ended up doing remarkably well in evaluations and earning his spot to debut. being extremely competitive about everything his entire life and fearing failures help in his case. despite his flippant personality on the surface, he’s highly driven and stops at nothing until his goal is reached.

#( loving yunjun is my default factory setting tbh ) #answered — memes. #junso — study. #junso ft. yunho. #queued. #artisn

[purple-babygirl]

All I'm gonna say is Bucky's little being obsessed with feeding Bucky from their plate

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader

Word Count: 1,385

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, other than that it's just fluff.

A/N: that was so cute it totally stole my heart🥺💜 thank you so much for sharing such a soft thought with me I hope I did it justice?:"💜💜you know I be meaning for these to be short, like blurbs, but I just-

please enjoy xx.

dada, open up

Bucky took care of his girl. He’d play with her, read to her, bathe her, do her hair, love on her and even feed her. He enjoyed spoiling her. Bucky loved that she trusted him enough to completely let go so he could look after her and that was exactly what he did.

“Dada,” she called to him before he could react.

She was quiet as they sat at the dinner table, but Bucky didn’t think much of it. Her mouth was busy after all.

Bucky was scooping rice on her spoon when he saw her hand slide a piece of broccoli out of her plate. He was about to scold her about table manners and what cutlery were for and that she needed to wait for him to feed her—

Bucky looked to her, expecting her to say she was full or that she didn’t want to eat this specific piece of broccoli. She almost always did this when they came to the last bit of food on her plate. But Bucky was surprised to see his girl offering him the piece of broccoli she held, her hand raised up so the sautéed vegetable was almost touching his lips.

“That’s your food, honey. Daddy has his too, see?” He told her, tilting his plate so she could see he still had food to be consumed, trying to lift the spoon to her lips to feed her.

“Dada,” she repeated, pouting when Bucky left her hand in the air too long.

“Alright, but just this one. You’re gonna eat the rest of your dinner yourself like a good girl, okay?”

She nodded with a smile, stretching her arm more so it reached Bucky’s lips. He opened his mouth and took the food in, chewing.

“Thank you, sweets,” Bucky said before kissing her fingers.

She blushed adorably, retracting her hand and going back to munching her food with a satisfied smile.

“Now open wide for the rice plane.”

~

She did it again the next day; this time when they were having lunch.

“Dada, nuggie,” she said, pushing her hand forward to him.

“Yes, sweets, what’s wrong with your nuggie?” Bucky looked at the golden piece of chicken she held out. It seemed normal to him.

“Nothin’, wanna share it with Daddy,” she told him, shrugging cutely.

He couldn’t help but want to kiss all over her sweet, little face. But she had to finish her meals and eat properly.

“Honey—”

“Dada.” She gave him her puppy eyes; she knew he couldn’t say no to those eyes.

Bucky silently opened his mouth, biting back a smile as he chewed the fried chicken. He needed to be firm, but he still kissed her greasy fingers just to see her blush and take them back.

“You like it?” She checked, wanting to make sure he was enjoying the food as much as she was.

“Mhhm,” Bucky hummed, his eyebrow raised as he tried to figure her out, waiting for the minute she’s going to ask him to finish the plate for her because she was done.

“Dada, baby carrot for you.” She proposed food from her plate again.

“Sweets, you gotta eat your dinner.”

“Baby carrot,” she repeated after nodding at his statement.

Bucky accepted the orange veggie, kissing her hand again before he watched her continue to sit obediently and eat all that was left on her plate with no fuss.

~

At first, Bucky thought she was passing him the food she didn’t like or couldn’t finish under the cover of ‘sharing’, but she always ended up finishing her food, so that was confusing.

Then she started feeding him food that she actually liked too.

“Dada,” came her call again, her hand pressing a red grape from her snack plate to Bucky’s lips.

“Sweets, daddy cut those up for you.” Bucky’s heart swelled at the gesture, but he couldn’t just keep eating her food.

Bucky sighed, shaking his head.

She thought he didn’t want a grape so she dropped it back and held out a piece of apple instead.

“Do you not like the food daddy makes anymore? Is there something else you’d rather eat?”

“No.” She shook her head, putting the apple back among the other fruits.

“Then what is it, honey? Why don’t you wanna eat your food?” Bucky tilted his head, putting her hair behind her ear.

“I wanna eat my food, jus’ wan’ daddy to eat with me too,” she mumbled shyly, her voice small and her finger pushing the fruits around the small bowl in her hands.

“Oh, honey,” Bucky whispered in realization, his heart fluttering at his girl’s care and thoughtfulness before he took her on his lap.

“Wanna share with you because I love you, daddy,” she continued, still staring at her hands, having no idea she was making the man’s heart melt inside his chest.

She loved him. She thought he was special and she wanted to feed him out of her own plate with her own hand like he would her. She wanted to look after him too. It was so wholesome and it made Bucky feel warm and worthy.

Bucky’s thumb touched her cheek, making her look at him.

“Daddy loves you too, sweets. Daddy loves you very much.” He kissed her forehead and temple, big hand caressing her back before he pressed her to his chest in a warm hug, her head tucked under his chin. “You’re the best baby ever, you know that?”

Bucky couldn’t believe how lucky he was even with his whole world between his arms; right on his lap.

“Red grape?” She suggested when they pulled away and she could try again, her happy smile back on her face.

“Red grape.” Bucky nodded with a chuckle, his tongue taking the fruit between his lips.

“Ew,” she giggled, wiping the saliva from Bucky’s tongue on his shirt.

“Did I just hear you say ew, sweets?” Bucky laughed, taking the fruit bowl and putting it away.

He quickly flipped her down on the couch and started running his long fingers up and down her sides, making her laugh and squirm.

“Did you? Hmm?” He kept asking, knowing too well she couldn’t answer him between her loud giggles.

“Dada!” She squealed, trying to wiggle away from his evil fingers tickling her sides.

“You don’t like if daddy’s saliva gets on you?” Bucky teased, licking up her cheek and she laughed louder, her knees bending in a failed attempt to shield her sides.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She screamed out, still giggling and panting.

“Thank you for sharing your food with me, sweets.” Bucky kissed her chin.

Bucky had mercy on her after a minute, letting her breathe as she continued to smile up at him. He wiped her cheek with the sleeve of his Henley, placing a kiss where he licked her before pumping his nose with hers.

She giggled, scrunching her nose up. Bucky’s hands were settled on her sides, holding her gently as his thumbs rubbed her tummy. She sighed when her chest stopped its heavy rising and falling, gazing at Bucky with all the love she had in her.

Her palm cupped his cheek and Bucky turned his head to kiss her fingers. Then he leaned forward, knowing what she wanted. When he was closer, she held onto his shoulders and lifted her head up to press a sweet kiss to his cheek as well.

From that day on, it was the rule that she would feed Bucky from her plate; it didn't matter where they were or who was around them. Sam could call Bucky whipped all he wanted, he would open up too if he had a girl like her feeding him out of her plate.

She would share anything that was put on her plate with her Daddy: the popcorn on movie nights, the extra blueberries she always asked for with her pancakes, the pepperoni on her pizza, the last curly fry on her plate, and mandarin slices whenever Bucky would peel one for her. And so he started putting extra of everything on her plate to make sure she still got to eat the healthy amount she was meant to eat. Everything was balanced again. Everything was perfect and Bucky wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x little!reader #bucky barnes fluff #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy!bucky #bucky barnes x f!reader #daddy!bucky barnes x reader #daddy!bucky barnes x little!reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes one shot #bucky fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes ff #bucky x reader #bucky x little!reader #bucky oneshot #bucky imagine #bucky fic #bucky fanfic #purple writes #nonnie #tell me stuff

[afictionalwhore]

SDV Bachelors’ Love Languages (hc) and a little bit of kinks

Who said they were never going to do headcanons again? Not me!

Why? Because I’m addicted to Stardew. Also finding pictures of these men to make good headers is difficult. I just gave up.

Some of these are NFSW!

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Shane: Acts of Service and Physical Touch

Shane is worried that you’re going to think he thinks you can’t handle yourself when he tries to make your life as easy and comfortable as possible. This isn’t true at all. He thinks that you work incredibly hard and wants to be there for you to take the break you deserve.

He likes to wake up early to help you with the animals like how he did on his aunt’s ranch. The stability and routine of it is comforting to him because it’s life with you.

If you’re not up and watering crops by the time he’s done with the animals, he’ll make breakfast for you

He loves making you breakfast in bed, typically an omelette made with fresh milk and eggs. He’ll do hashbrowns too if you have potatoes in stock/ready to harvest.

A service switch. His biggest turn on is getting you off, so he wants to make sure you’ve cum several times before he starts working on himself. If there’s anything new you want to try, just talk to him. He’ll try anything once if he thinks it’ll make you happy. He usually doms, but if you want to be on top, don’t hesitate to ask; he’ll gladly let you.

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Sebastian: Quality Time and Physical Touch

Isn’t really one for showing affection in any way until he really is sure that his feelings are reciprocated. Once he’s sure of how you feel, this man is nothing short of romantic.

While dating or before, just when he realizes he’s starting to fall, he tells you to come visit anytime. He likes when you’re just there. This carried over into married life.

Sebastian is still a loner and an introvert. He wants to spend time with you but he feels smothered if the two of you are always doing something together. He wants to be in the same area as you and loves sitting with you and reading his comics while you scroll through your phone. Before you were married, he loved when you’d visit while he was working, even if all you did was take a nap on his couch after mining all morning.

He’s not one for PDA, but will hold your hand at festivals if you really want to. When you’re at home, or in his room before you’re married, this man will absolutely cling to you. He wants to snuggle during movie nights. He falls asleep spooning you. He wants to hold you and watch while you cook dinner. He wants to lay in your lap and have you play with his hair.

A little bit of words of affirmation, but this is because he’s not sure how to show how he feels and wants to make sure you know. He also wants to be reassured of how you feel and hearing it is nice.

Body worship. Seb loves every part of you. While he may not be very vocal about it, he’s not gonna leave any part of you unloved, smothering you with kisses and soft whispered praises. Seb loves going down on you and making you feel good.

He’s a bit of a masochist. He loves when you’re rough with him. Pulling his hair and scratching his back. He also has a sadistic streak though, if he gets the okay from you. He enjoys pulling your hair and edging you until you’re crying for him.

Seb is also probably into bdsm because of the level of trust. There’s a lot of things he wants to try and he’s excited to finally have someone he trusts enough to try it with. Fully trusting someone is very important to him. Once he had the okay from you, nothing is off the table. This man wants to try everything from bondage to choking to knife play.

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Elliot: Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch

This man is a writer, so there is no shortage of love notes in your lunchbox/tacklebox/backpack.

You’re his muse. You inspire all his writings. Even if a poem looks like it’s about the sea or some other part of nature, it’s really about you.

Elliot is really going for that Jane Austen type feeling of romance. Leaning into that, Elliot loves dancing with you in your home.

Hearing how you feel is very important to Elliot. He likes to start the day with a kiss and hearing “I love you!”

Pet names! Elliot is going to call you “honey”, “sweetheart”, “cherie”, “darling”. He’ll call you his turtle if he thought he could make it romantic.

Elliot finds warmth in your touch and he’s obviously going to tell you this in the most poetic way possibly.

Elliot is one to mindlessly trace patterns over your skin as the two of you are cuddling and he loves having his hair played with.

Praise. Kink. He’s going to shower you in praises. He’s going to call you his good girl/boy. He’s gonna tell you that you’re taking him oh so well. “You’re doing great baby, just like that.”

Elliot is also going to smother you in kisses. Elliot’s kisses are very passionate, as is sex with him. Elliot prefers heavy passionate love making.

The praise kink goes both ways. He loves when you tell him how good he feels and beg him not to stop, right. “You’re so good, daddy,” will make this man feral.

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Harvey: Acts of Service and Quality Time

Harvey is very busy as the only doctor in town, so his time is incredibly precious to him. That being said, any time spent with you means the world to Harvey.

Harvey loves trying to help make your life easier. He also appreciates when you do little things for him, like pack a lunch for him to take to the office.

Harvey is very awkward, so words and touch don’t mean a lot to him. He’ll tell you how he feels if he wants you

Role play. I’ve had so many people tell me this one and ya know. I cannot disagree. Harvey absolutely goes nuts when you call him “captain” and when you bought that flight attendant outfit.

He’s also not above going down to his office after hours and “curing your hysteria.”

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Alex: Words of Affirmation and Acts of Service

Like Alex always needs to hear about how he’s gonna be a great sports star, he always needs to hear that you love him.

But Alex is also going to tell you every day how much he loves you, how much you mean to him.

You never have to worry about what to wear because Alex thinks you look beautiful in everything and let’s you know it.

Alex isn’t really one for touching. With his past, he’s probably adverse to touch at first, but will eventually relax into your touch.

While it may have started out with him having to prove his masculinity, Alex found that he genuinely enjoys doing things for you. He’s learning how to fix things and do farm work to make your life easier.

Alex is the least kinkiest here. If you ask to try something new, he’ll probably just be like “a new position?” Not that he wouldn’t be excited to try a new position.

I think he could also be convinced to do some light bondage.

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Sam: Physical Touch and Gift Giving

Sam is very touchy-feely from the get go. He’s not afraid of PDA at all. He wants his arm around you at all times. He’s stealing kisses at every opportunity.

Sam wants to be all over you. If you’re sitting, Sam will somehow find his way into your lap. He’s like a puppy. If he fits, he sits; if he don’t fit, he will make himself fit.

Sam doesn’t necessarily go out and buy you gifts. Instead, he gives you flowers he picked and things like that.

Sam would absolutely get you matching stuffed animals he won at a festival.

Sam would also write songs for you! He’s just so excited that he runs straight for you, guitar in hand, and starts playing.

Sam, like Alex, probably isn’t as kinky as the others. Sam probably likes to tease and spank, but with Sam, sex is definitely goofy. It’s a great time when you’re both laughing.

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