#also if u want somethin different lmk !!

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@prettydead gets a starter

"WHAT ARE YOU building?" K looks upon Laurie's latest contraption, brows knitted together as he tries to make sense of it. He doesn't often get involved in her trap-making, since he's had quite enough experiences with traps in his life, thanks - but he's bored and he'd be lying if he didn't think her tinkering was interesting. "... Do you need help?"

#ic #prettydead #already assuming they have an established relationship at this point for simplicity's sake #but if u want a first meeting thread or whatever too that also works my brain is just dead on that front atm LOL #also if u want somethin different lmk !! #queue

[markosbabymama]

okay so i’m not just saying this cause ur username is dal BUT u would be adorable with dally !

definition of sunshine and storm cloud🤭

definitely that “i hate everyone but u” typa relationship

.

he loves ur eyes so much oh my godhshs

obvi he ain’t gonna show it cause it’s dally but he’ll randomly catch himself staring at you’re eyes 🥲

“what are you looking at dal?”

“nothin man. i was looking at the sky.”

“i think you were looking at my eyes.” *smiling*

“nah man i wasn’t. don’t flatter yourself.”

LMAOO

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i feel like dally does like to play with hair.

like he’s not gonna do it on the couch at the curtis’ BUT when it’s just y’all and ur laying on his chest he’ll DEF run his hands through ur hair and probably make u fall asleep

“and then this motherfu- y/n? are you up?”

*y/n softly snoring*

*chuckles* “coulda’ told me if you was gettin’ board doll.

*kisses your head and plays with ur hair.*

UGHHH !!

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admires ur freckles

he’s loves em but will definitely tease u sometimes 😭

*u and dal walking out of the dingo*

“y’know your freckles look like oatmeal.”

*u turn to him giggling a bit *

“what? my freckles look like oatmeal?”

“yeah, they do, they look like oatmeal with cinnamon on em’ man.” *chuckling a bit*

“oh my goodness, only you can come up with something like that dallas.”

“it’s cute. don’t let your head spin over it doll.”

*blushes* “youre crazy.”

and from there on out, his nickname for u is oatmeal.

like let’s say u walk into the curtis house and dallys there

*y/n walking to the couch where dally is*

*u plop down next to dally* “hi dal!”

“hey oatmeal.” *wraps his arm around ur shoulder.*

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ohhh my goddddd the teasing never stops about ur height.

and dallas is like 6’0 so the height difference is THERE.

“hey short stack”

*u roll ur eyes* so creative dally, your a bean stalk how about that.

*chuckles* “you’re cute.”

“whatever.”

rests his arm at the top of ur head to get u mad LMAOO

he loves that ur short tho, thinks it’s the cutest

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honestly dally never cared that you were shy.

he tried EVERYTHING to get you out of ur shell when u first joined the gang

you and johnny were friends before joining the gang so he brang you over one day and you were like 😳

and he thought u were so cute 🥹

y know what dally is i don’t have to say.

constantly teasing and flirting

*sitting down on the couch with u* “hey doll, how ya’ doing today?”

*y/n just looking down at her lap* *im good.”

*smiling* “okay, alright good.”

was literally so happy when u finally talked to him that day

definitely rambled on to johnny abt it

.

he usually doesn’t know how to deal with anxiety attacks and stuff but when u have them he really does try his best

*y/n having a panic attack* “hey, hey what’s the matter, you okay? just breath doll everything’s gonna be alright, okay? look at me, breath. there ya’ go, that’s it. calm down i got ya’.”

he’s always by your side no matter where you are

he wants to make sure his girl is safe 😢

always holding your hand or waist to make sure you’re alright 🩷🩷

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he also has no experience with adhd but again, he tries his best to make sure you’re not too hyper and burn yourself out.

*y/n bouncing off the walls with energy*

“hey, you need to sit down ok? just relax, i’ll get you something to drink alright? why don’t we watch a movie or somethin’, sound good?”

“okay! that sounds great!”

honestly loves when u hyper fixate, he loves hearing u talk about whatever it is that ur interested in that week.

he definitely goes out and steals whatever u have on ur mind

and u scold him for it ofc.

“dallas, how many times do i have to tell you to stop that! i understand you want to do something nice for me, but i don’t want you stealing!”

“it’s fine oatmeal, it’s a stuffed animal. no one’s gonna miss a teddy bear.”

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teases u cause u read but secretly loves when u read to him lol

“doll, why do you read those?”

“because it’s fun dallas.”

“sounds pretty boring to me, just a bunch of words on some paper.”

“you think it’s boring casue you can’t read the words on the paper dallas.”

“you getting smart with me oatmeal?”

“maybe.” *smiling*

“you’re lucky i like you, cause anyone else woulda had their teeth knocked out.”

“oh i know dal.”

.

dally doesn’t mind that your love language is touch, it took some getting used to but after a while he learned to appreciate it.

*y/n hugging him*

“why you doin’ that?”

“because i love you.”

his favorite thing to do in the world is stand behind u with his hands on ur waist

HE LOVES IT

it lets him know that you’re safe and that no one can hurt u🤭

it’s hard for him to say things like “i love you” and “i’m so proud of you” because of his childhood:/

but when he tells you he loves u for the first time the tears are pouring.

“i love you doll, i don’t say it ever, but i’m glad you came into my life.”

*y/n crying tears of joy* “i love you more dallas.”

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A/N: oh my god i’m being so active today lolz! i hope u enjoy dally sorry it took so long ily!! 🫶🏻

#the outsiders #the outsiders imagines #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston x reader #dally winston

[whxrlwxnd]

@temperateskies

＞　Zaveid has no idea who’s cat this is.

  The kitten is pitch black, and wearing a small collar with a tag on it - the tag, confusingly, reads ‘If lost, return to Zaveid’; he doesn’t have a cat, or at least he doesn’t think he does. 

  He’s sitting on the ground, the cat making circles around him and mewing happily while he watches, wary. 

     “What do you even want?” He taps her once on the head, gently. She purrs. He’s only more confused.

#;風になる {ic} #temperateskies #; ICHIMOKUREN 01 #{ hello again!!! ;u; thank u for liking my ad } #{ he's got super muddles memories of this last time here cause of his weird canon point swap... bear with him } #{ also lmk if you want somethin different? O:< i can always edit }

[setfiire-blog]

      repetitive   TWIRLS   of  the  cane  in-between  his  gloved  fingers  ,  a   WHIRRING   NOISE   coming  from  it  as  it  swung ,  one  end  of  the  cane  was  a  protruding   BLADE . .    it  seemed  fresh ,  clean ,  and   SHIMMERED   as  if  it  were  ogling  at  the thought  of  being  torn  into  warm   FLESH ——— just  as   EAGER   as  Olaf  was  to  do  so.  or ,  as   this   disguise   is   named ,                                                                                                            Gunther.

      “   have you heard zah news ???    fore’hin animal skin clo’zink is ‘ IN ’——                          if you ,  please  ,   stay put zis von’t hurt a bit !!!   ”         //  @wiseguypuppychild  s.c

#♫ . ˚ . . ⋆ ༄ 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 !! —— .-ˏˋ ic ˊˎ- #♫ . ˚ . . ─ ⋅☆ 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘𝖊 —— -ˏˋ gunther ˊˎ- #wiseguypuppychild #((hope this is alright !! just lmk if you'd want somethin different #((didn't specify if it was for ur human verse or nah so i just went with regular Yakko #((ive been in a big gunther mood all day so u get this fake foreigner #((also lmk if you can fuckin understand him SKASKSAJLD i wanna represent his accent as well as possible in my writing :weary:

[dcspite]

  fifty words for murder, and i’m every one of them.  ❜ // for han

p!atd sentence starters — not accepting !!

han eyed his son curiously, with no small amount of apprehension in his gaze as he mulled over ben’s words. ❝ sure do sound like your old grandad when y’talk like that, y’know. ❞

#lightconflict #answered. #I HOPE THIS IS OKAY?? lmk if you wanna do somethin different !! #also im ... So Sorry it's short hrjkfhkj u are more than welcome to go ham on this and make it whatever u want ngl #han * interactions → boring conversation anyway... #( han v: never tell me the odds! ) #han & lightconflict. #queue *

[crescentsteel]

Imagination

plot: Halloween with Kiyoomi Sakusa genre: fluff, crack  warnings: sorta creepy wc: 6.3k (went a bit overboard sorry lol)

A/N: - This is collab from our server @babythotshq. See others spoofy stories from our server here.   - I’m posting another halloween fic later, sum Semi fluff. lmk if u wanna be tagged - Thank you so much @newfriendjen for the betaread and @aomineavenue for that idea u gave me ehe - Sakusa brainrot

Nothing beats the spirit of Halloween, the best holiday ever invented. Ghost stories, people in costumes, haunted houses, scary movies, everything about this holiday — you love and welcome them all. Last year, your Halloween adventure was you and your friends trying to make a documentary (actually it was just you hogging the camera and tripping your friends that you’re seeing apparitions) in an abandoned building.

But the highlight of that Halloween wasn’t that. It was meeting Sakusa. Albeit how sweet that sounds, the whole of it was honestly ridiculous. 

A year ago, you and your coworkers agreed to join the Halloween party at the club near your office. You drew lots on what will be the theme of each person’s costume in the office. The person whose costume fits their theme the most gets a prize. When you got “something unexpected” at the draw, you were thrilled at all the possibilities your imagination could think of. 

But then work fucked you up until you barely had any time left. You only had less than 48 hours to come up with an award-winning costume. As you’re scrunching for your work deadlines, you look around for possible costume inspirations. And voila, your eyes landed on that certain object near your monitor. 

You laughed your head off when you pictured what you’d look like.  

At the club at the night of the Halloween party, it was expected to have most people in costume. No one gave anyone a second look for being all dressed up. 

Except for you.

When you entered the bar, people were staring. You made your way to your colleagues, uttering your excuse mes and sorrys to the people you bumped. Once your officemates saw you, they guffawed simultaneously. You were wearing white boots, surgical , a light blue long-sleeve top, and black short shorts. On top of the long-sleeve top and shorts was a white box hanging inches just below your thighs which made it look like a box dress. Printed on the front of the box dress was “GERMINATOR. Kill 99.9% germs” complete with its logo. At the back of it was the product’s information. It even had an improvised pump on your head. On your bare thighs was a holster holding sanitizers instead of guns. 

You twirled in front of your colleagues and they all gave you a round of applause.

You were so stressed out with work that you drank your heart out before the party even began to reach its peak. Your nearing drunk ass was letting loose when your back collided with someone and you nearly tripped. 

It was a guy with white streaks on his hair that was held up by gel or wax. He gasped as he took in your appearance. “Miss! Please come with me.” The guy didn’t really give you a choice when he grabbed your wrist and dragged your tipsy self to wherever. 

“Omi-kun! I brought you someone.” He said while he hid you behind him.

“Really, Bo-kun? You think he’d be interested in anyone from here?” You heard someone say despite the noise. The guy who just hauled you there moved away to reveal that certain someone, aka you. You went with the flow and gave them a curtsy while your vision started to sway a bit. 

You easily distinguished who he’s with since they’re all wearing the same yellow jacket. “What are you s’ppsed to be? A boy band or somethin?” you asked but no one answered.

You are met with different reactions. Two of them dropped their jaws. One had a wide smile on his face, obviously proud of finding you. Then, there was this guy you couldn’t make out because he was wearing a face mask. After recovering from their shock, the three men looked at the one who wore a face mask. 

The guy with white streaks turned to you and said, “I’m Bokuto,” referring to himself. “That’s Hinata,” he pointed out to the shortest guy in orange hair. “Miya, “ the blonde one said, then grabs the face masked-guy who has a stiff frown on his half-visible face. “And this,” he pushed the face-mask man in front of you, “is Sakusa.” Everyone looked so entertained and so amused, except for the one directly in front of you. But you don’t acknowledge the somber aura coming from him. You like being the source of entertainment, especially for this event. 

“Oh you unsanitary boys! You can call me,” you grab two sanitizers dramatically from your holster and pose like a sailor scout, except weirder. You couldn’t even tell how you exactly posed your arms in the air, you just let the alcohol do the work. As a finishing touch to the pose, you winked and announced, “Germinator-chan!!!”

At that, Miya spilled the drink he was about to take while Bokuto put his hands on his hips as they both laughed uncontrollably. Hinata walked beside …  what was his name again? You’ll just continue calling him face-mask man. “You look so cool, Germinator-chan!!” Hinata beamed at you while scanning your whole look. “We should’ve dressed up as well,” he added with a slight pout. 

Ah. Sakusa it was.  

Miya ,who was still laughing his heart out, put an arm around Sakusa, “My, my, Omi-kun,” he paused to chuckle, “We’ve found yer dream girl!” Sakusa tried to shrug Miya’s arm off of his shoulder. “Please don’t touch me.”

Bokuto came closer as well and spoke to Sakusa, “Are you still leaving? Germinator-chan can keep you clean.”

“Of course I’m still leaving. I shouldn’t even have come in this germ-infested place” he said and was about to saunter off towards the exit. Before he could even pass you by, you block his path and extend your arms. 

“Germ, you say? I got you,” you said while you poised your sanitizers in place, ready to give him some if he extends his hands to you. You find no shame in how flippant you seemed. This is what Halloween parties are all about. You, yourself, are having fun even if you don’t entirely grasp why they’re teasing the guy. He probably has a cold and wants to avoid too many people.

You weren’t expecting it, but Sakusa held out his hands. You thought he was just going to ignore your antics because he seemed annoyed. You heard him mumble something, but because of the music and his face mask, you didn’t hear it. 

“Sorry, what?!” 

He comes a bit closer, close enough for you to notice how he’s not as serious as he was before. More so, he looked pleased. Since half of his face is covered, all your attention went to his eyes, and at this proximity, you became aware how pretty they actually looked. Or maybe you’re already drunk and he’s just too close. 

“Thanks, miss,” he uttered softly. 

“BAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!! You’re perfect for each other!” Bokuto’s laugh drew your attention away from Sakusa. 

“Before you leave, Omi-san. Can we take pictures with you, Germinator-chan?” Hinata asks with his phone already on his hand. 

“Ah yes yes, Shoyo-kun. Clever idea.” The Miya guy said with a widespread grin on his face. Once again, they all gathered around Sakusa. You joined them with silly poses as they took several selfies with you. The three of them were obviously having fun while Sakusa’s expression was the same in all the photos. Even with the face mask, you could tell. He’s pissed. As soon as they put the phone down, he was on the move again. 

“Wait, Omi-kun!” Miya stopped him once more. Sakusa looked like a vein was gonna pop on his temple. Maybe you just imagined him being pleasant a while ago. 

“We’re letting ya leave, don’t worry.” Miya smirked prior to adding, “after ya take pictures with Germinator-chan.” You see Sakusa’s shoulders slump in defeat. But you didn’t feel bad for him at all. In fact, you also wanted to keep on teasing him. 

As they snap pictures, you kept on doing superhero poses with your costume. Sakusa’s impassiveness doesn’t bother you one bit. You kept on flailing around him while they took pictures. When they had their fill, they said their goodbyes as Sakusa walked away without even looking back.

“Byeee. Stay germ-free!” You half-shouted as he already gained some distance away from you and the three men. When he reached the exit, you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned on your heel and saw Miya offering you a drink. “You, Germinator-chan, are fucking awesome.” The three boys wore big smiles on their faces which you reciprocated. You bowed as acknowledgment to the compliment and took the offered liquor. You gulped a significant amount before excusing yourself “Bye boyysss.” You head back to your coworkers, faltering on every step of the way.

Two days after that Halloween party, life went on. You regret drinking so much that night. You barfed like crazy when you got home and you had a massive hangover the morning after so you had to take the following day off. Since everyone in your office knew why you had to be absent the previous day, they made you do additional work that day.

You’re a Lifestyle writer, but the Sports department needed another person today. They weren’t able to do the interview for some players the week before so you’re needed to do the last set of interviews. You don’t really know anything Sports-related. They just gave you a list of the people you’re going to interview and the questionnaire for them to answer. The most you could do is follow up on their answers. You looked at the names to be interviewed. 

Shion Inunaki

Kiyoomi Sakusa

Shoyo Hinata

You don’t know why, but the names were awfully familiar. You shrugged it off. Maybe you just saw some articles about them from the Sports department. 

You arrived at the gymnasium and went straight to their manager, stating that you were scheduled there to interview some players for your magazine. You took your seat at the sides and waited. The first interview with Inunaki went smoothly. When you’re done with him, he called the next guy and got back to their practice. 

Upon seeing the next interviewee, you stare intently at him for he looked incredibly familiar, you just had to remember where you met him. Black, curly hair that framed his face nicely. Two moles located right above his right eyebrow. Sharp, serious eyes. But something’s off. Something at the back of your head knows that you’ve seen his face, but something’s amiss. 

Face mask. He wasn’t wearing his face mask. 

Sakusa. 

Drunken memories came rushing down to your sober mind. You even heard your frilly voice saying Germinator-chan!! 

You looked down and fixed your glasses as an attempt to hide your face. You cleared your throat and deepened your talking voice so that he wouldn’t perceive any resemblance you may have with what you looked like two nights ago. 

You started the interview and took down notes more keenly than you should, just so you wouldn’t meet his gaze. From your peripheral, you saw him trying to get a better look at your face. 

“Excuse me, have we met somewhere?” he said after answering a question from your list. You smile thriftly and shake your head. “I don’t think so.” He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press on.

‘Kami-sama, I swear to take care of myself and not contaminate my precious body with alcohol. Just let me go through this unnoticed. I’m begging you,’ you prayed silently.

Fortunately, the interview ended with Sakusa not figuring out who you were. When the last interviewee sat down, a pair of bright hazel eyes stared at you with glee. 

“GERMINATOR-CHAN!” Hinata yelled while pointing at you happily. It echoed in the whole gymnasium and how awfully lucky you were, everyone was on break. You felt everyone’s eyes on you. Not long after, you’re crowded by not only the four boys you met that fateful night, but everyone else in the team. 

“Wow. This is the Germinator-chan?” A player you didn’t know asked. 

Apparently, Miya shared the pictures to every single one on the team. Inunaki joined their fun and tapped the back of Sakusa. “Real nice, Sakusa-san!” You heard a familiar voice and found Miya beside Sakusa. “Well, well, Omi-kun. Her alter-ego’s real pretty.” The taunts were focused on Sakusa, but you felt like sinking on your seat that moment.

“Um!!” You got all their attention. “Sorry, but can I finish my interview with Hinata-kun first?” You smiled as professionally and as nice as you could. They all uttered light apologies and dispersed back on the court. You resumed with the interview as fast as you could. You thanked Hinata and their manager and semi-sprinted out of the court when you had the chance. No way you’re gonna get hounded by any MSBY member again. 

The exit was just a few steps away and finally, you can rest easy. You let out a breath of relief when you reached outside with no problem. 

“Germinator-chan.”

You yelp from the sudden voice behind you. You slowly turn around to confirm if it was who you thought it was. And behold, it really was Sakusa Kiyoomi. You twiddled with your fingers while thinking of what you should say. You didn’t want to apologize for your behavior the other night. You liked having fun and going crazy. You saw nothing wrong with that. You didn’t do anything inappropriate. It’s just that you didn’t think you’d see any of those men right when you’re working.

He walked towards you until you were face to face. Without his face mask, you end up staring at his whole profile that was partially hidden that night. He must’ve been really sick to want to cover such an attractive face.

“What brand of sanitizer did you use?” You blink twice from the confusion. “What?” you ask dumbfoundedly. “That night. The sanitizer you gave me felt nice. Did it have 70% isopropyl alcohol?” You couldn’t tell if he was just messing with you cause his face is dead serious. That’s when you figured it out.. The face mask, the early escape from the crowd, attention to disinfectant — he was a clean freak. 

“Umm. I-Uh.. I’m not really sure. I didn’t really check,” you said, then laughed nervously. 

“Do you want some recommendations?” 

“Huh?” You felt like an idiot for not fully grasping what he was talking about. If you weren’t staring so hard, you wouldn’t have noticed it, but something broke his stoic expression when his eyes averted your gaze for a second. He looked a bit unsure. 

“I can help you choose a good sanitizer...and stuff.”

The smile that broke in your face was wide and it hurt your cheeks. You’ve been asked out several times, but that. That was unlike any other you’ve ever heard. It was so weird. It was the kind of weird that appeared so charming to you.

You just had to go out with him. 

A year after that, you find yourself in his apartment to celebrate Halloween. Originally, you wanted to go to that Halloween party again, but no matter how much you pouted, begged, and pestered him, the answer was a big, fat no. 

This is your most-awaited holiday of the year. There’s no way you’re missing out on Halloween activities with him. So days prior to this, you brainstormed on what activities you could do with him.

Haunted House? Dirty.  Abandoned buildings? Dirtier.  Street Parties? Crowded. Ouija Board? You’re scared something will actually happen.  Zombie run? Dirty and crowded.

You almost gave up until you remembered your vast collection of untouched horror movies, documentaries, and series that you didn’t have the time to watch because of work. You instantly texted Sakusa if that was okay with him. 

Okay

You’ve never been so glad to read a four-lettered text after receiving a constant n-o, no to all your suggestions. Finally. FINALLY, you came up with something you two could do. 

Halloween weekend came and you both decided on Sakusa’s apartment to do the movie marathon. You keep shifting in your seat from excitement. Tonight, you get the opportunity to watch some of your hoarded horror pieces, and much better, you’re watching it with Sakusa. 

“Is there anything you’d like to watch in particular?” you ask him with your eyes still glued on the screen, browsing your bought movies. He moves closer to you and slouches so he can better see his options. 

If Sakusa will be honest, he’s not really a fan of horror. He doesn’t see the point of scaring oneself from something that is make-believe. So he’s not that enthusiastic about it.

But you were. 

If watching freakish movies makes you happy, then okay.  Out of all your ideas this year, this is the only one he can tolerate. He knows how dedicated you are in celebrating this event. Last year was already a solid proof of that.

“Don’t you get scared by watching that stuff?” He’s looking at you but your focus is on the screen as you scroll down. “I do. But that’s the point!” You squeal from excitement. He still can’t wrap his head around the whole concept, but he’s willing to indulge you. 

“Do you get scared by these?” you peel your eyes away from the TV and shift your attention to him. 

He shrugs indifferently. “Not really,”  was his answer even though he still hasn’t watched a full length horror film. He just couldn’t imagine how a fictional work could potentially frighten him. 

“Okay. Let’s go with something light since the night is still young,” you said, then clicked on some movie that he didn’t catch the title of. You huddled closer to him. You tuck your knees in and hug your legs as the movie starts. 

You’re so elated that you don’t notice the tug in the corner of his mouth as he studies your face. He asked you out on a whim because that day, he didn’t really have the time to think twice. He wasn’t sure if he’d see you again. If he’d been honest, he thought you were all over the place when he first saw you. He didn’t usually find that appealing, but he couldn’t deny that you looked so cute as Germinator-chan, especially with your eyes twinkling in glee as you offered him that sanitizer.

Even though asking you out wasn’t a well-thought of idea, he made the right decision. He didn’t need to match up to your outgoing personality. You never made him feel that he wasn’t enough or that he needed to be more than himself. He never felt pressured to make you happy because you already are with whatever he gives. You’re you and he’s him, yet your relationship is more than satisfactory for both of you.

You might have noticed him gaping at you since you suddenly turned to him and raised your  eyebrow. “What’re you staring for?” Your lips formed the cute smile he’s always adored. 

“Nothing,” he replied more quickly than he should. He takes in your smile for one good second before shifting his gaze to the screen. The movie starts with people going to the woods for their idea of fun.

‘Ew’ he thought to himself.

As the film progresses, it gets even worse. There are body parts getting dismembered. It’s so bad when someone’s arm was severed, blood splattered all over the place. He unconsciously grips your thigh to ground himself. You don’t notice this since you shrieked happily at the scene. You were even clapping your hands.

“Yeeess! Cut those arms, dude.” 

He couldn’t believe you found this fun. He couldn’t bear to look at the mutilated body parts, even if it was just on screen. He just looked away until he thought it was safe for his eyes again. That’s what he’ll do every time there’s a bloody clip.

After a while, you finally sense that his hand was clutching your thigh because of the gradual increase of force he unknowingly put behind it. 

“Kiyoomi?” You look at your boyfriend whose face is now drained of color. “Oh no. What’s wrong?!” Your full attention is now on him despite the film still rolling.

Your face is a pile of concern. A while ago, he was painfully uncomfortable in your choice of movie, but seeing your once cheery facade get all worried cause he couldn’t take the blood made him feel bad. You already adjusted your Halloween plans for him. He can at least try harder to get through this movie.

He gently shakes his head. “I’m okay. Don’t mind me. Let’s keep watching.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to do it if you’re not okay with it.” It was very like you to look out for him and adjust to him, even at your own expense. You’re easygoing, loud, fun, and everything he’s not - that included messy and clumsy. Despite that, you accepted his needs and boundaries without any qualms.

He removes his grip from your thigh and wraps his arm around you.

“I’m really fine, sweetheart.” 

Your face lights up at his endearment, completely melting away the worry you had a while ago. 

Now, he just needs to pin it on his mind that the thing isn’t real and he can survive the night. 

However, it proved to be more difficult than he imagined when the scenes keep getting messier, bloodier, and dirtier. He keeps on focusing on your entertained face to distract himself from the screams and the sound of blood splashing and gushing. 

From the short moments that he was able to glance at the screen, he can tell that the movie is reaching its climax already. He decided that he’s going to keep his eyes on the screen starting from now, just to fulfill your wish of him actually watching with you. 

A few minutes into it and he was starting to feel sick. He gets nauseous when someone's head is crushed by a rock. Unable to continue, he pulls you closer and leans his forehead on your shoulder with his eyes closed.

You immediately notice him wavering and quickly turn off the television. You cup his cheeks and brush away the curls blocking his face. He opens his eyes and looks at you weakly. 

“Sorry, we were almost done… but the blood was too much,” he confessed defeatedly. 

“No, no, no. I should’ve realized that it would make you uneasy.” You felt guilty for not figuring it out sooner. You’ve been with him for a year now. You should’ve put two and two together.

“Let’s do something else. What do you wanna do?” 

“We can watch another scary film. Just less blood.” He suggested a compromise. He won’t let you do all the adjusting this time. He’s getting fed up with himself being coddled by you all the time.

“Swear to me that you’ll let me know if it gets too much.” Your tone was serious. 

“I swear Germinator-chan,” he says monotonously but you catch the humor behind it. This is Sakusa afterall. Because you’re used to his non-expressive self, you’ve gotten used to the intricate details of how he conveys his emotion. 

You couldn’t help but smile while rolling your eyes back to the screen. You choose a more recent movie that’s a sequel to a very famous horror franchise you’ve been following. It was perfect because it was just plain creepy and scary without the gore. 

You make yourselves comfortable again. Around twenty minutes into the film, there's no one who’s body parts are missing from their bodies. You’ve been keeping an eye on him. Thankfully, it seems like he’s calmed down now that he’s leaning on the couch with the color back on his face. He looks focused on the movie that was playing. With that, you are able to relax and do the same.

The calm was short-lived though. This movie is quite distinct from the last one. The previous film was chaotic and fun (for you). Now, the room is drowning in ominous music as you wait for the next jumpscare to happen. But it doesn’t. It leaves you at the edge of your seat when you tortuously wait for it to come. The eerie background music stops without any sign of the demonic ghost showing up. You finally let out the breath you were holding in your chest. 

That is until you see something in the corner of the screen. It was hazy and it looks like it’s just part of the background. You fixate your eyes on the imagery while you feel a familiar dread rising in your throat. You want to make sure that it was nothing. You squeeze Sakusa’s knee while leaning a bit towards the screen to get a better look. 

When you find that you’re close enough, the screen completely turns black, but only for a millisecond. It pops back up to reveal the same background you were looking at earlier. Only now, the thing you were closely looking at was not there anymore. You don’t know what to expect as there’s only silence.

In a blink of an eye, the object of your focus was revealed. A woman’s face occupied the whole screen. She had blood-shot eyes wide as saucers accompanied by an inhuman grin that spread too wide, making her face look unholy. 

“SHIIIIITTTTTTTT!!!”

Your reflexes kick in. You use the hand you have on Sakusa’s knee to propel yourself and launch yourself to him. Both your hands find their way on his chest, clutching tight the fabric over it. You bury half your face on his chest and close your eyes. 

“Is she gone?” Before he even answers, you open one eye cautiously and peek at the screen to see if it was safe to look again. You see that the scene is cut to a crowd with mundane music. You exhale heavily. You loosen your grip on his shirt and look up to him with a sheepish smile.  

“I thought you’re used to this.” He remarks inquisitively while looking confused as to why you were so frightened when you were the one who suggested the horror marathon. 

“Do you watch this stuff when you’re alone?” He asked further.  

“Of course not. I live alone. I might not get any sleep if I watch some by myself.” You giggle. “And it’s more fun to watch with others.” You let go of your grip on him and go back to how you were previously sitting. 

The movie went on with several more screams from you. You begin to feel Sakusa tensing up. You notice how intense he’s leaning on the couch. It’s like he doesn’t want any space behind him from the way he pushed his back to the cushioned backrest and seized the armrest with his right limb. His other hand was holding yours rigidly. Like him, you also start to be agitated as the appearances of haunted apparitions become clearer and more frequent. 

It came to point that you were kneeling on the couch and had your arms around him. You have no control on how tight you were holding on to him. You’re pretty sure you were squishing his cheeks sometimes, but you don’t hear anything from him. He seems to be immersed in the story as well because you can feel him flinch and jerk at jumpscares. At the turning point of the movie, it was basically a screamfest held by you. 

Seems like you blew his ear off since he tugged you to sit back down. Still, he doesn’t say anything and encloses an arm around you instead. You respond accordingly and use his embrace as your cover. 

When the movie ends, you breathe a sigh of relief, which is followed by a laugh and an applause. 

“That was so good!” Your eyes are beaming brightly from satisfaction. “Right?” You turn to him to see his reaction. 

He has a faint smile on his face, then nods twice. “I didn’t expect you’d be that jumpy,” he said.  You scratch your head while laughing embarrassedly. When you settled down, you just found yourselves staring at each other. The thick restlessness from the scary film was gone, replaced by something intimately familiar to both of you. 

He makes the first move. He gently cups your cheek and lets it linger momentarily while his eyes shimmer with tenderness as they remain on yours. Some people, namely your coworkers, found it weird that someone like you is dating Sakusa. According to them, you’re a firecracker while he was a defective explosive that only lights up when playing volleyball. 

But they’re wrong. 

They just don’t know that this Sakusa in front of you exists. He has his own ways of letting you know how much he cares. They were quiet gestures that spoke loudly and exclusively for you. And yes, you are a chaotic bundle of energy, so there were many days that even you, yourself overwhelm yourself. But he gives you peace that nothing or no one else has provided you. 

So when he leans closer to capture your lips, you immediately melt to him. 

What started out as an affectionate kiss begins to heat up when he grabs your waist and pulls you closer. Then, he grazes his tongue on your lower lip before biting it gently. To hell with your coworkers. He’s nowhere near a defective explosive when he makes you burn up like this. 

You want to feel him more, so you take the lead and straddle him. You grind your hips against his crotch and cover his mouth with yours. You’re getting eager to touch his bare skin so you pull up his shirt which reveals his toned chest and abs that made you drool. Best perk of dating a pro athlete. You look down a bit to relish the sight of him topless. 

“Um. Can you tie your hair?”

“I washed my hair right before we watched. It’s clean.” You don’t look back at him and continue trailing your palm down on his abs.

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?” You still keep your eyes on his torso while biting your lips.

“You’re like the demon lady with your hair down like that when you look down.”

You snap your head back up and find him clearly avoiding looking at you. You try to imagine what he’s thinking - the demon lady on his lap and is about to do the nasty with him. You throw your head back and roar from laughter. 

“You have quite the imagination, you know that?” you tell him with your eyes still twinkling from amusement. 

“You looked like her for a minute,” he insisted. You click your tongue while shaking your head. “Too bad, Omi. I don’t have my hairtie with me.” You get off from his lap and sit beside him. “Let’s watch a documentary instead?” He only replies with a nod.

“Sorry.I tried, but I can’t unsee it.”

“It’s fine.” You giggle and kiss him on the cheek. “I don’t want you having nightmares of me as the demon lady.” 

You grab the remote and put on a ghost-sighting documentary while he puts on his shirt back. It fell flat compared to the other two that previously went on, but you did not change it. You gave it a chance. Maybe there’s something interesting about it.

….

Sakusa woke up with the TV already displaying its screen saver. Before he passed out, he recalls you were starting to get drowsy with your eyes hazy while leaning on his shoulder. He doesn’t remember when, but he must’ve fallen asleep.

Not realizing that there was no weight resting on him, he looked beside him.

You weren’t there. 

That was odd. If you moved to the bedroom, you would have woken him up. He blinks a few times to clear his vision before scanning the corners of this room from his seat. His only source of light was the one emanating from the screen, but that should be enough to get even just an outline of your figure.

But there was no sign of you, just the darkness engulfing the inanimate objects in the room. 

“Y/n?” He called out, but there was no response.

He grabs the remote and turns off the TV. On the slight chance that you are already in his bed, he walks to his bedroom.

The cool metal of the doorknob wakes his senses. He’s suddenly more wary of everything around him. Because he wanted to reduce the accumulation of dust in his place, he did not place any unnecessary object that can cause dirt. That made his place look spacious and wide. It was only now that he became aware of the vast empty spaces on his back.

Yet despite the seeming emptiness, it feels like something is occupying the place, lurking in the vacant arrays of his home. 

A sudden breeze grazes his nape. 

‘It’s nothing. It’s usually cold this time of the year.’ He told himself even though he could feel the chill creeping up on his spine. 

He hurriedly turns the doorknob and opens the door, only to reveal an empty bed and an empty room. You aren’t there. He’s about to shut the door when the curtains suddenly fly softly at its hems. Yeah. It’s definitely windier than usual.

He closes the door and moves towards the bathroom. The lights are off in it, but you sometimes don’t turn it on when you get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. You don’t like sudden bright lights. Although when you do that, you usually leave the door open. 

The bathroom door is shut. His hand was ready to knock when he saw a shadow from his peripheral. He wanted to ignore it, but his trained eye caught the figure. He harshly spun to see what it was. 

Nothing.

It was nothing. The deafening silence augmented the dread that was starting to consume his being. He can feel the tips of his fingers get colder, his skin prickling from goosebumps, his throat getting dryer.

“You’re just imagining things,” he uttered to himself to quell his nervousness. He enjoyed the movie earlier, but he didn’t think it would get in his head. 

He turns back around to the door and knocks three times. No answer. He knocks again, louder this time. Where the hell are you? It wasn’t like you to leave without saying anything.

He heads for the kitchen to get some water, hoping that it can erase the uneasiness on his mind and body. Then he’ll call your phone as a last resort.

When he makes his turn at the corner of the living room leading to the kitchen, his breath gets suspended in the air at the sight. 

A woman who’s looking down stood in front of him. He’s never seen something so sinister. Her black pupils occupy the whole of her eyes. Her hair is down and framed her face in a perfect V shape. 

“FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!” His thick scream broke the stillness of his apartment while stumbling a few steps back. It was followed by the woman’s screechy wail as she looked up to him. 

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Her hair falls a few inches away from her cheeks, giving him a clearer view of her face. It was not a haunted apparition. 

It was you!  

Now that he looks closely, your eyes were actually normal. It’s just that it was so dark and your eyelids were half closed so it seemed like your eyes were a complete block of black. 

When the two of you stopped exchanging screams, it was you who recovered first. He was still frozen in place with terrified eyes. “Oh Kiyoomi.” You put your arms around him and dipped your head on the crook of his neck. Your relieved heaving quickly bubbled into tittering as you realized how stupid you two must’ve seemed. 

You put a gentle hand on his face and looked at him. He’s still a bit shaken, but he meets your gaze. “I called for you. Why didn’t you answer?”

“I got a voice call from one of my editors so I was listening intently.”

“Why here?”

“I was getting water when I opened the message.”

“Were you in the living room just now?”

You frown at him. “No…. well actually, maybe? I was spaced out while walking when I realized I didn’t really get the water I came for. So I immediately went back to the kitchen.”

The breath he exhales is deep, but you feel his shoulders loosen up from it. “You didn’t even see that TV was already off and I wasn’t there anymore?” His tone was a bit irritated.

“I was preoccupied with what my editor said.” You pout. 

His demeanor softens up. He takes your hand off from his cheek and holds it tenderly.  “Let’s just get to bed already.” 

When you two lie down, you’re surprised that he’s spooning you. He never does. He doesn’t like your hair touching his face, even though you tell him that you’ve thoroughly cleaned it. Usually, you are the big spoon, which was weird because he’s way too huge for you, or you position yourself a bit lower so that your cheeks are on his chest and you aren’t obstructing his face.

“Next year, let’s go to that Halloween party instead. I’ll dress up in a PPE so no one touches me.“ He says in your ear while his arm snakes around your waist.

“Hmm. I dunno. I quite like this to be honest.” You hold the arm he has around you and snuggled closer. Yep. You’d rather have this.

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[mamaspresley]

like there’s no tomorrow | bucky barnes

a/n: saw something like this and decided to put my own spin on it. for all my bucky stans. also do u guys mind that i post marvel stuff? lmk

word count: 2.3k+

pairing(s): bucky x reader

warning(s): endgame spoilers but i’m assuming everyone has seen it or been spoiled already <3 also brief mention of breaking celibacy and traditional values. the fluffiest fluff at the end

it started out like any other day. your alarm was annoyingly loud, blaring in your ear and giving you a headache from the moment you regained consciousness until you shut it off. you got out of bed, despite your best wishes, and took a shower. you had to be at the office in an hour, so you sped up the process and scrubbed your coconut shampoo in a little quicker than you’d like.

while applying your blush, your eyes wandered down to the small 3x3 photograph you had stuck to the inside of your mirror frame. you smiled at him — you knew bucky was smiling down at you, too. quickly, you lifted the picture, running your thumb over the old, worn, black and white photograph before placing a gentle kiss on it and slipping it back into it’s original place.

the rest of your day went as routine, taking the train to work and grabbing coffee for the boys at the office before inevitably running through the doors only a minute early. it wasn’t until quarter to noon that your schedule was altered, your day thrown off balance.

“y/n, you got a caller on line three!” your boss yelled from his office, and confused, you looked back down to the phone sitting on your desk. sure enough, there was a flashing light on the third line down. furrowing your eyebrows, you picked up the phone hesitantly, and pressed the button. 

“y/n y/l/n speaking.”

“y/n! so great to hear your voice. you wanna grab coffee?” you could hardly believe your ears. the phone shook in your weak hands as you stared down at the blinking light in shock. it couldn’t be. you hadn’t heard that voice in a year — not since he’d left for germany. not since he… died. 

“who is this?” it wasn’t him. steve had died in a fatal plane crash just twelve months before. you’d know steve’s voice from anywhere, but... 

“you know who it is, y/n. i’ll meet you at the automat in a few minutes.” the line went dead before you could get another word in, and you swore your jaw had dropped to the ground. your blood was running cold as goosebumps shivered up your spine. 

“what’s wrong, sweetheart? you seen a ghost or somethin’?” one of your coworkers asked. more like, talked to one. 

steve was waiting for you outside the doors of the infamous diner he’d told you to meet him at. he looked different — his blonde hair darker, long and slicked back. he was wearing some sort of outfit that you could tell he’d picked out of a lost and found, because the clothes were obviously a disguise and not something he would ever be seen out in. he wore a hat with some sunglasses, hands stuffed in his pockets as he leaned against the wall of the building. you called his name wearily, and all it took was for him to look up at you after his name, and you lunged yourself into his arms. 

“you’re real, you’re alive.” you breathed out a laugh before pulling away from your old friend, your hands still on his shoulders as you looked him up and down. “how is this— how are you— ?”

“that’s why i wanted to meet you,” he said. the look in his eyes told you that this was much deeper, much more complex than you could ever think, and you nodded before pulling him into the cafe. 

steve explained everything to you in the span of 10 minutes — the ice, the avengers, the stones. if it were anyone else, you wouldn’t have believed them. but steve was a true friend, one of your oldest and most loyal. he was one of the most honest, trustworthy people you knew — know? — so when he told you what he was doing back and why he had contacted you, you listened with an open mind. 

“i want to take you back with me.” steve grabbed your hand, which sat on the table, and looked you directly in the eyes. “take you home. to buck.”

your lips fell parted. “what?”

“he’s alive, y/n,” steve said, and you could’ve sworn you felt your heart stop beating right then and there. it was one thing for you to find out your best friend was alive, was more than alive really, but your boyfriend too? it couldn’t be true — as crazy as it sounded, you could almost fathom the awakening of steve after the ice, because no one had really seen him die. but bucky... steve had watched him fall from the train. he’d seen it with his own eyes and he was the one to deliver the news to you. and now he was telling you that he was alive? bucky hadn’t died just as much as steve hadn’t?

“i don’t... i don’t understand.” you peered up at steve with a sort of fear in your eyes. steve sighed, squeezing your head as he pressed his lips into a thin line before speaking.

“he’s alive, y/n. he’s doing good, and he’s waiting for me, for you, to come back. so come with me.”

you couldn’t possibly imagine a life in the 21st century, let alone a life with an alive bucky. you had just spent the last year trying to reprogram your brain out of dreaming of that fantasy, only for steve to come back and tell you it could be a reality. bucky was the love of your life, your soulmate by no doubts. steve had always said you were the couple that everybody hated but secretly envied because of the love that you shared. since you could remember, you were infatuated with the boy. you grew up beside each other, born only a few months apart with bucky being older by 74 days (he made sure to use that against you as much as he possibly could). you used to have a string thrown between both of your bedroom windows, cans attached at the ends so you could talk at night when you were supposed to be sleeping. it was the same window you would look out of everyday you woke up to see if bucky was awake, the window you’d have to cover as a teenager because bucky would stare in any chance he got. you started as best friends but grew up as more — there was never really a point where you decided to become a couple. bucky was your first kiss in the third grade, and he was the first person you’d had sex with as well. now that you think back on it, he was the only one. all of your firsts were bucky and continued to be him. you remember the day so clearly in your head when he had been drafted, getting the letter in the mail and seeing the look of horror on his face when he picked up the envelope once he got home. you remember hugging him, kissing him, telling him that it was going to be okay, that he’d be home before he knew it. you remember the day he didn’t come back, when you found out he’d been apart of the group of the 107th that didn’t make it. you were so sure in that moment that it was the worst pain you’d ever felt, but it was much worse when you got news of his true, confirmed death, delivered by his best friend and yours by association, steve. it was in combat, he was doing what he strongly believed in. you had been furious at steve that day, throwing things and calling him profound names, no words a lady should ever speak. it obviously wasn't personal — you grew to be closer with steve than anyone had imagined — and now you sat here with the boy who had told you of his passing, who was telling you he was alive. bucky was the only boy you’d kissed, touched, loved. he was the only thing you knew, which was why it was so hard when you had lost him. twice. to hear he was alive, waiting for you, it was a feeling so overwhelming that the answer became so clear. there was no way you could say no to seeing the love of your life, getting the life that you had spent the last year mourning over the lack thereof. it was obvious what you’d do. you would do anything for bucky. 

“okay,” you said with a few firm nods. steve smiled excitedly, and you pulled your hands away from him to nervously ring them out, letting out a breath from your red lips. “now do it quick, or however this works. i wanna see him. i need to.”

***

“where is he?” sam asked, looking on at the platform that was empty, where steve should’ve been standing. 

“i don’t know, he blew right by his time stamp,” bruce said nervously, flipping a couple switches and fiddling with the buttons unknowingly. 

“get him back.” sam was growing impatient, worried for his friend. he should be back by now. 

“i’m trying.”

“get him the hell back!” sam shouted, and the group fell silent save for the rapid switches and clicks of bruce messing around with the machine. bucky sighed, arms crossed as he shook his head, turning around. he couldn’t bear to watch. 

suddenly, bucky’s eyes fell onto a bench a couple yards away, through the trees and out near the water. a man sat there, looking out at the sunset, as a lady sat with her head on his shoulder, slouched some. it was obvious that the man was older while the lady was still quite young, and bucky felt his lips twitch into a frown while his mind ran rampant. “sam...” he mumbled, never letting his eyes tear from the two. had they been there before?

the sound of crunching leaves under heavy boots had you lifting your head off steve’s shoulder before the two of you turned to see sam, standing warily beside you with his eyes cloudy. as selfish as it was, you weren’t there for sam. but, like steve had told you, where sam is, so will be bucky, so you turned around in search of the man. you saw him standing a few yards away, arms crossed and long hair swaying in the breeze. you felt a few strings tug at your heart when you locked eyes and immediately, you stood up.

bucky’s lips parted, arms dropping to his sides. he looked utterly stunned at the sight of you, and you didn’t blame him. you’d felt the same way just earlier today.

you took off running, sprinting as fast as your legs, and the now-outdated heels that you wore, could take you. bucky laughed through tears as he watched you run towards him, and soon enough you were throwing yourself into his embrace. bucky wrapped both arms, flesh and metal, around you, his girl, breathing in your familiar scent that hadn’t changed a bit since 1945. coconut, from your shampoo, if he remembered correctly. bucky used to wash your hair with that shampoo, his fingers working the scented suds into your scalp with your back flushed against his chest when you used to take showers together. you remembered how unorthodox you two were, with your non-traditional values and how mad you used to make your families. you remembered when you made love for the first time, when you and bucky weren’t married yet — still weren’t — and how alive you’d felt. bucky could recall the feeling of butterflies in his stomach when he watched you strip in front of him that night, only shortly after you’d whispered, “i don’t want to wait for you, buck.” 

he didn’t want to wait for you, either. 

bucky tightened his arms around the small of your back, squeezing his eyes shut as he relished in the moment. all memories that he had with you came flooding back, but this time he didn’t look at them in sorrow — he remembered them, and embraced them with open arms, knowing he would soon make more memories with you, the girl he called his one true love. bucky didn’t want to lose this moment, and you didn’t either. 

bucky was so, so hesitant to pull away. it was the slowest, most gentle action, the way his hand slipped up to cup your face, peeling you back slightly so he could adore you but still keeping you flush to his chest. bucky smiled softly, feeling his tears break loose and cascade down his cheeks while he looked down at you in his arms. your eyes darted between bucky’s, reading him so well, like you’d always been able to. because you knew bucky, and you loved him. you had loved him for over 100 years.

bucky was the first to speak, breaking the silence with a breathy laugh, a sob escaping his lips before he whispered, “hi darling.”

you let out a breath that you’d been holding in for nearly a year now and pressed your lips to bucky’s. his lips were the same as you remembered, soft and plump against yours, tasting of mint and always remaining moist considering he had a habit of licking his lips when he became nervous. his mouth slanted perfectly over yours, just like before, as one of his hands moved through your hair and took home on the side of your neck, and the other came to the small of your back, pulling you as close to him as possible. you fisted his sweater in your hands tightly, humming against his lips before you broke apart for air, his forehead resting on yours while you caught your breath. 

“i missed kissing you,” he mumbled in the same, familiar, and oddly comforting brooklyn drawl he sported. bucky sighed once again, his tongue darting out before he took his lower lip into his teeth, and he said, “i missed you.”

“i missed you too, buck.” you lifted your chin, locking eyes with the man that barely looked recognizable on the outside, but you could tell just by taking one look in his eyes that he hadn’t changed too much. “more than you could imagine.”

bucky brought his other hand up, running his fingers over your forehead and tucking some hair behind your ear mindlessly. you smiled, reaching a hand up to intertwine your fingers with his. when you made contact with some sort of metal, you gasped, grabbing a hold of his wrist and peeling his hand away for you to look. his hand was a grey, steely colour and shone in the sunlight. you pushed his sleeve up, revealing more of the same material. “you have a metal arm?”

bucky chuckled, nodding as he watched you inspect the makeshift limb. “it’s cool, right? i lost it when i fell from the train and the germans gave me this.”

“the germans?” you lifted your eyes to meet his, eyebrows raising as you tried not to gape at this fact of his life that he spoke so calmly about. 

a look of confusion washed over bucky’s face before he realized, “oh, you don’t know.”

“of course i don’t know! what don’t i know?” you rambled on for a good while, something about how you were shocked he was alive, had survived, but to be frank bucky wasn’t paying any attention. he just watched you, his lips curled into a bashful smile. he missed your rambling.

almost as much as he missed you.

***

tags: @everydayimfangirling @ilovejjmaybank @yelyahryan @trashmouthpogues @beckester @majoroof @hoewkeye @alwaysasadaesthetic @thatshiscigar @fanficscuziranout @beatement-l @decap-quadrant @jayjaymaebank @maybankiara @obx-direction-sos

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky imagine #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #marvel #the avengers #the winter soldier #avengers endgame

[rockstar-angel]

back alley blitz

summary: a few weeks have passed since their first meeting, and neither rose nor remy can seem to stop thinking about each other. rose finally manages to call remy, which leads to a brawl near the casino where they met last.

shippings: rosemary (rose x remy)

warnings: fight scene, cursing

word count: 2k

a/n: part 3 of the rosemary series!!! part 2 is here in case u missed it!!!

tags: @sealovinq @tuff-and-fluff @soulnottainted (if you wanna be added/removed lmk via asks or dm!)

This was her third phone since first trying to call his number. The first one, she hurled at the wall upon hearing his greeting; the second, she smashed on the ground after listening to him talk for a few moments; this time was the time she would actually talk.

Rose was holding the cellphone in her right hand, the card in her left. Her leg was tapping aggressively as she sat on the couch in her apartment, her thumb hovering over the dial button.

God, how did this happen. Why did this happen. She was supposed to kill him, and now she’s just hitting him up. Standing up off the couch with a noise of effort, she finally gathered the courage to hit the dial button.

When Gambit picked up, she blurted out what was at the front of her mind as fast as possible.

“What did you do to me.”

Gambit got yet another phone call. Usually he didn't get them since he changes phones often to maintain anonymity, despite being an attention hog.

He picked up his phone, and before he could offer a sultry "hellohello~" he was cut off.

He was stunned silent for a moment.

"I, uh... I'm sorry, who is dis? Yer gonna hafta be more specific, I've done lotsa things to lotsa people."

He said nonchalantly as he crossed his leg over the other and leaned back in the chair he was sitting in. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. He pouted in thought, face scrunched up as he tried to remember.

Rose bit her lip and held the cellphone away from her as she stomped her paw on the ground angrily. She then pulled the phone back to her ear, forcing herself to respond.

“I- I can’t… get you out of my head, you bastard, what did you do?!”

With that line, it clicked. Gambit smiled widely as his face flushed. He grabbed a card from the table and flipped it between his fingers happily. He didn't want to expose that he knew it was her though, otherwise she might hang up.

"Woooaah, no need to be hostile. Jus' looks like I've caught somebody’s eye."

He said, the smirk practically evident in his tone.

Rose rolled her eyes as if he could see her. “Yeah, no shit Sherlock, I can’t do anything without thinking of you.” She blurted, her mouth moving faster than her brain could keep up with. If it was any other circumstance, she probably would’ve been able to tell from the tone in his voice that he knew who she was, but her judgement was clouded. He had that affect on her, and she absolutely hated it.

"Sadly, I'm unable to help with dat predicament. Howeva', I will say dat I'm in a similar boat myself. You've been runnin' through my mind too, mon petit minou.”

Gambit lowered his voice slightly as his words gained more and more genuine feeling and his face grew redder. He continued to absentmindedly flick the card through his fingers, when he caught himself wishing her fingers were entangled with his. He dropped the card at that sudden thought and shook his head. Clear the thoughts, like rolling a dice.

Fuck. It took all of Rose’s strength and then some not to just crush the phone, or hurl it at the wall like she’d done to one of the other phones. She could feel her heart speeding up and a purr catch in her throat and she desperately tried to swallow it before speaking again; she knew if she tried to talk, her voice would merely be a squeak. She held the phone away from her face again as she drew a long breath, calming herself as much as possible before she spoke again.

“When can I see you again.” She asked—though it sounded more like a demand—her voice low as her tail thrashed back and forth behind her.

"Excusez-moi?"

Gambit said, more shocked than anything.

She wanted to see him again.

She wanted to see him again.

He bit his lip to stifle a cry of joy. Instead he hit the air a couple times, as though he were hitting an invisible punching bag. He brought the phone back up to his face and picked up the card, still flipping it wildly.

“You heard me!” Rose barked, forcing herself to keep from shouting; her neighbors had to deal with enough loudness from her as is. “I need to hit you or something.” She growled, making a face as she said it.

Gambit sat in silence for a moment, thinking. He tapped his chin with the card before speaking again.

"Well, I've got a lil’ somethin' tonight. Bank heist, nuthin' special. De one dats near de casino, can't miss it. Dere’s a lotta alleyways, find one ‘n I'll meet ya dere."

He said with a smile at his own brilliant idea. It wasn't that brilliant at all but he only cared about having her attention.

Rose flipped shut her cellphone, staring into space for a few moments. What the hell did she get herself into. Why did she have such a tendency to get roped into things against her will.

Oh well, it gave her something to do. She hung her head with a long sigh, slipping her cellphone into her back pocket and throwing on her jacket before heading out.

———

It wasn’t hard to miss him, the flashy bastard. Rose scrunched her nose. What kind of thief did he think he was? And how in god’s name had he not been caught yet?

Shaking her head as she walked towards him, her breathing shook slightly before she took a longer breath, not even giving him to time to get half his greeting out before she socked him in the face.

"Oh hel-"

Remy stumbled back as she punched him, holding a hand to his already bleeding nose.

"Straight to de point, are we? A’ight, let's see whatcha got."

He said with a smirk despite already looking beaten. He brought out his deck of cards and set them aflame with energy, tossing them down at his opponent.

Rose bared her teeth, growling lowly as she leapt backwards to dodge. She then jumped up to grab Gambit’s ankle, slamming him back down to the ground.

“Uh-uh. No mutation bullshit. Hand-to-hand or I’m leaving.” She said, a smirk tugging at the sides of her face for once.

"W’uh oh."

Gambit muttered after he recovered from being slammed to the ground. He was strong, but he wasn't Wolverine type strong. In fact, he was scared Rose was going to snap him like a toothpick.

He put the rest of his cards in his pocket and raised his fists more or less nervously. He didn't want to hit her, but he also didn't feel like being beaten half to death. In the time it took him to think about his options, he had already been punched in the jaw, sending him flying.

"You've got a mean swing-"

He was going to say something quippy when she attacked again.

“Thanks.” Rose responded half-sarcastically before throwing another hit at Gambit then backing off to defend. Her grin was evident now.

“Don’t worry about hitting me, cher. I’m not a girl, you don’t gotta worry about breaking your code of honor or whatever the fuck.” She jeered, her tail already thrashing as she waited for her opponent to make a move.

Gambit’s eyes widened at that. Cher. His face flushed a bright red and he was forever grateful that it was so dimly lit. But, wait, if Rose was a cat, couldn't she see in the dark? Gambit didn't have time to answer his own question. He sat up and wiped the blood from his face.

"A’ight then, note to self, don't underestimate de angel.”

He smirked before rushing to try and tackle her. He knew he weighed more than her, but she was faster, she dodged and he fell to the ground.

He quickly sat up and went to swing at her face, although it was dark so he couldn't see much; he was more likely to hit a wall than her.

Rose grunted as Gambit’s fist collided with her shoulder, sending her tumbling to the left before she rolled over into a crouching position.

“More like a demon if you ask me.” She muttered under her breath, giving no context before standing up and pacing back towards him, throwing an uppercut at his chin.

Gambit was thrown backwards, obviously tired but stubborn as ever. He held himself against the wall, face bruised and red with blood and blush.

“Oh petit ange, can’t you see your wings and divine figure? How could you be a demon?”

He asked with genuine curiosity, expression slightly sad that she thought of herself that way.

Rose stood still, other than her form heaving slightly from being tired, as she stared at Gambit with an unreadable expression. She then looked down at her hands, her knuckles darkened from the repeated impacts and slightly stained with blood. Her eyes widened a little before she looked back at Gambit, now holding a completely different exterior.

A defense mechanism.

“Can’t you tell? Do I need to beat you up even more? I will.” She pressed jokingly to deflect from having to tell the truth. They’d be there all night if she explained all the reasons why she felt that way, and frankly, she’d probably kill him before she’d finish.

"Doin' bad things don't make you a bad person. Just like doin' good things doesn't make you a good one."

Gambit said between pants. He was still trying to catch his breath.

"You can beat me up more, if you wanna."

He said genuinely, his expression slightly saddened. There seemed to be so much more to her than he first thought. Kinda like him.

He held his hands up and walked to Rose, showing defeat. When he stumbled close enough, he grabbed something from his pocket and gently and slowly wrapped one of her hands in his, placing whatever he had in her palm. He spoke softly, still holding her hand.

"I think you're de closest thing to an angel I've ever seen."

He said softly, his eyes averted and face flushed.

Rose’s eyes widened and her face tinted red. She stayed still for a few moments before yanking her hand away, turning away and trying to use the collar of her jacket to conceal her blush.

That felt so nice. Why did that feel so nice. Why was he being nice to her.

Her head was clouded and fuzzy with thoughts that didn’t quite feel like her own as she slowly and tentatively opened her palm to look at what he’d given her.

Gambit took a deep breath and put his hands in his pockets. He turned to walk out of the alleyway, talking back at Rose on his way out.

"Don't let de cops see it. But I have a feelin' you avoid cops anyway, so."

When he made it to the sidewalk, he twirled back to Rose and bowed at her dramatically before walking away.

As he walked back to whatever place he was staying for the week, he thought about how he’d given the most expensive piece of jewelry away to impress someone. His "father" would have lectured him til his ears bled.

Gambit escaped him and he still has moments that remind him of his "dad" but he was free now.

He smiled softly at imagining her wearing that necklace as he walked back to his abode happily.

Rose couldn’t find the words to respond to Gambit when he said his goodbyes. She sent a look back at him before looking at what he’d put in her palm.

What she found was a diamond necklace and yet another card he’d written on, but this time it said ‘same time same place next week?’

It was subconscious, it was genuine, and she forced herself to stop when she realized; but for a moment, she was smiling.

#hehe funnie f.nf reference in the title :] #it is 1:10am my eyes are burning hsjdbsj #[ r.selfship — rosemary ] #art.exe #self ship #self shipping #self ship writing #self ship art #self ship community

[stars-control-au-archived]

here is. the current control au family tree. some things will probably be changed. i tried to erase as much incest as possible, and what does remain is incredibly distant . lmk if i forgotten anyone/anything, esp if theyre not listed below

cats not on the tree (yet?): longtail, darkstripe, rosepetal, molewhisker, sunstar, featherwhisker, all of yellowfang’s fam

changes

canon couple changes: cinderholly, honeyhazel, minnowmouse

any lioncinder kits will be cinderholly kits, the berrypoppy kids are honeyhazel’s now . yeah honeyfern probably lives bc i said so

birchfall + icecloud and foxleap have been aged up. they were found at the border before the clans left the forest territories. birchfall was apprentice age while his younger siblings were kits. their mother had been killed during the destruction. ice + fox were sort of raised by ferncloud but they don’t really see her as a mother, birchfall was the main one who cared for them

i’ve added fernsong but not the rest of the cinderlion (now hollycinder!) kits, and thats bc if he does exist, he’ll be the kit of a loner. he was found at the border when he was like four moons or somethin. he doesnt see cinderholly as his parents, but he does sorta see hollytuft and sorrelstripe as siblings. ivyfern is still canon... him being non-clan born is from goosewhisker and whale’s (mutuals) pot au

literally none of the og apprentices are clanborn LOL

ravenpaw and dustpelt joined old enough to retain some childhood memories. they both deal with that differently. yet another idea from goose n whale’s au. i hope its ok i um.... took them !

sandstorm doesnt remember her childhood before the clans, but she knows that she isnt clanborn. she deals with this in the same way dustpelt does. she was raised by runningwind only and thinks of him as a father

firestar’s mother is spottedleaf Yes i know i never shut up abt this but Its A Big Change

graystripe... is there. idk who his parents are. he could be like halfclan if u want.

cloudtail wasnt raised alongside ashfur or ferncloud, he probably joins later or something idk. i love the brother relationship in canon but it... doesnt work cuz of ashsquirrel. oh also ash + fern’s dad is a random rogue, their mom is still brindleface tho

apparently speckletail and one-eye were sisters??? theyre not anymore. also patchpelt is No One’s mate ive taken away all his rights. whitestorm is still sorreltail, rainwhisker and sootfur’s dad tho, he keeps some of his rights

frostlion is GONE im sorry. ive also split up the siblings. thornclaw + brightheart are sibs, brackenfur + cinderpelt are sibs. theyre all children of rogues just. different rogues. or maybe theyre clanborn! maybe halfclan! chose ur fighter

spiderleg/daisy simply does not exist. i do not see it

i think thats all??? lmk if u see any issues or i forgot someone

#family tree

[ryujis]

hey bird! me and my datefriend of 2 years are planning to finally go see eachother in person at some point in the next year or two, i'm probably going to visit them during the holidays and stay with them for a while! i was wondering since you've visited gigi a couple of times now, do u have any advice??? were u ever nervous about having to catch a plane by urself or anything like that? sorry if this is kinda personal and u don't want to answer! feel free to ignore this if u want :O

*CRACKS KNUCKLES*

WELL ive never been scared of airplane rides, so that wasnt an issue!!! when i lived on the beach i actually rode in a biplane and the dude flying it turned the plane completely upside down so. a commercial airplane didnt scare me... 

being along on that journey was nerve wracking at parts, but i knew i was going home to my beloved darling gigi, so it eased my nerves almost entirely!!!! then again, everyones different. be sure to bring earbuds if youre worried about being nervous or panicking or anything, it really helps!!! download some of ur favorite jams or bring a game console or somethin for the plane ride if you want a distraction!!!

when it comes to actually being IN an airport, theres a few things to consider!!! make sure ur baggage is all the right size and everything, youre within the limit for the amount of liquids they allow, etc etc. but dont be scared to ask the workers there for help or directions!!!! i kept getting lost in the big busy airport in chicago and the nice worker man who was cleaning up told me where to go n save me lotsa trouble!!! 

bring hand sanitizer too. you dont wanna be getting sick from so many peoples germs right before you go see ur datefriend!!!! gigi actually caught a cold while i was there the last visit.. i dont know how i didnt end up getting sick too bc i still smooched them and was attached to the them the whole time... i guess i got lucky!!!!

make sure you pay attention to the times for the planes departure and whatnot!!!! you need to be in the little waiting area for your plane 30 minutes before what the departure time is listed as to make sure you get on board. (also side note: window seats are FUCKIN SWEET and i highly reccomend them if u wanna see some beautiful clouds n whatnot!!!!!) going home from my last visit i was only able to board the plane because they were de-icing it... i was late and they only opened the doors back up for me bc im a minor so please make sure ur on time for stuff!!!! its super important!!!!

as far as being nervous, of COURSE i was nervous!!! i mean, this is the most perfect person in the whole world in my eyes, so i didnt wanna mess up or anything, even though i knew that the chances of that were little to none... its a very surreal experience seeing your datefriend for the first time in person after only seeing pictures and videos or whatever. its sososo nice!!!!! it felt like a dream come true for me!!!!!! then again, gigi is a dream come true!!!!!!!

try not to be too nervous about it!!!! i know thats easier said than done, but they love you dearly and they love who you are!!!! all you gotta do is just be ur Gay Self and i guarantee itll all go just fine!!!!!! and as far as pda and stuff, i highly encourage holding hands in public if circumstances allow!!!!!!! i dunno about you but holding hands with gigi when going to stores and stuff was really nice, because i always get anxious around so many people... ill add onto this if i think of more!!!! lmk if i can help w more stuff!!!!!!! :D

#asks #btw be safe with holiday traffic if you plan on driving anywhere!!!!!! #and i can reccomend plane ticket sites if u need!!!! #Anonymous

[wtvrtheo]

DAN HOWELL - THEO DONOVAN currently is a CAST MEMBER on APPLAUSE on Bridge Broadcasting! I swear, they’re TWENTY THREE and they’ve already done so much within the business. They’re often described as the FACADE by the paparazzi who follows them around, because they’re apparently +COMICAL and -FACETIOUS. Though, that’s just paparazzi talk. Who knows if it’s true? All I know is that they go by HE/HIM and they’re on my favorite show.

hi hello! pris again, and here’s my hot mess of a character theo. not much has changed really so i’m just copying his old intro post below! it’s a long one so honestly bless ur soul if you somehow manage to read it all yikes. here’s his connections page and as per usual, give this a cheeky like if u wanna plot as well and i’ll bother the heck out of you (trigger warning for mentions of suicide attempt, depression, & anxiety)

honestly u dont have to read all of this just scroll to the bullet points at the bottom lskjfs

If Louis C.K. and Bo Burnham breached the laws of biology and birthed a second-rate, screaming son in the town of Reading, Berkshire, that son would be Theo Donovan. In terms of his actual birth, it wasn’t an all too different comparison. As a child, Theo was constantly energized and never seemed to know how to keep quiet or still. While most would coo and find entertainment from this little boy who loved to entertain, it never did sit right with his parents. They were always rigid in behavior and expectation, therefore finding it a great problem when Theo refused to conform to their standards about what a respectable, polite son should be. Now that’s not to say he was ill-mannered; he did most of the things they asked of him and the only times he really did act out was when they butted heads about anything from the tiniest petty fights to large scale arguments that had Theo leaving his house for days to sleep at a friend’s house. Okay, so it was safe to say home life was rocky and maybe that shaky territory eventually led to resent. He had his little sister and that’s really all that mattered.

With the attention unappreciated at home, he surely channeled that energy into time spent at school. Like most people who crave attention, it started with the stage. At a young age, he closely aligned himself with the theatre kids and was able to garner a sizable amount of friends and close peers through that. As time went on however, the stage didn’t feel like enough. Don’t get him wrong, he adored performing and putting on an act for large audiences, but it didn’t turn out to be what he wanted in the long run. Like a miracle, Year 10 brought a revelation he never really considered until he heard an offhanded comment from a friend. Humor was always at Theo’s side. It was his coping mechanism, his best friend, a solid weapon against any adversary he faced. He always figured: if he can joke about it, everything is okay. Paired with his complex of needing to please and entertain, it came as no surprise that Theo was soon known throughout his school years as the class clown, the funny guy. Gone were the days of the crowd laughing at him to jeer and poke fun, now they were laughing at him because he wanted them to. “This bloke, I’m telling ya. He could be a comedian,” they said. And that he became.  

No one was more surprised than Theo to discover that he quickly found success in Berkshire. Yet as his popularity in the U.K. grew, his parents’ distaste for what he was choosing to do with his life grew alongside it. The tension and resentment truly hit its peak when he was 17 - and his ‘career choice’ wasn’t received well because of how traditional and old school his parents were. And as much as he tried to make it seem like he could care less about what they thought, the barrage of doubtful comments that Theo won’t fully make it out of a sea of performers and comedians like him, that fame is fickle and will fade (with the belief that he was inherently wasting his time instead of pursuing something more “practical” - whatever the hell that meant) sooner got to him, and it hit hard. He always seemed to dance with depression and anxiety throughout his adolescence, but the insecurity and the doubt accumulated and had him spiraling in the worst attack that had him waking up in the A&E the next day and admitted for failed suicide attempt. Since that incident, he really tried to get better and vowed to never sink so low again if he could help it. Months later he decided it was time to move, so he hopped on over to London, heard about auditions for Applause, and was now a part of the cast. He couldn’t be happier because it was the perfect fit. He was a theatre kid after all, so being able to step into those shoes once again through improv is exactly where he’s always wanted to be. It’ll be his fourth season on the show.

and some quick bullet points sorry again bc it’s getting hella long aaaaa

despite getting substantially better than he was at 17, he still has a rather macabre sense of humor

like i said he does use humor as a coping mechanism

and it’s even worse because sometimes you can’t tell if it’s him just messing around and never taking anything too seriously or if he’s 100% serious and it’s a cry for help

but really he’s only serious about 12% of the time because he’s fluent in sarcasm and irony

u should also know that he can get pretty overdramatic and Extra as fuck

there are two people in the world: ppl who hate him and ppl who are entertained by his antics; there is nothing in between

he is a meme boi through and through,,, fidget spinners,, getting in on the latest trends,, some1 stop him it’s disgusting

it ain’t no lie baby he’s bi bi bi

nerdy, too

have i mentioned that he has a doggo tho?? a siberian husky named ralph

come to think of it he doesn’t rly have a filter,, he’s wild af

oh- and LOUD. HE SCREAM

beyond that he can get into some deep conversations w u especially when high

speaking of his highdeas are somethin else (we don’t talk about those)

and yeah he’s pretty chaotic but in the rare moments where he’s chilled out and needs to be serious, he can do that

isn’t an asshole. asshat? mayb

as for the horror thing, he’s ur classic white boy tryna get every1 killed tbfh

like he finna be out here playing around with the afterlife like it’s some game and then wonder how someone got possessed i swear slkdjf

i think????? that’s it?? i’m seriously so sorry if u managed to read all of this who r u, u deserve a medal. most wanted again are little worrier, flatmate(s), vices no virtues, fwb, frenemy, and people to fill the bad movie squad slkf (aka they play with ouija boards, do seances, yanno dumb shit that they shouldn’t be doing but are calling it fun). alright, that’s it! lmk if you wanna do the plotting thing

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