#and does tumblr wash out everyones photos

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Build Jakapan, Daemi's Poi, and other individuals stepping forward

I like my peace, but this situation is very serious and deserves to be documented clearly for the international/English-speaking fanbase, which was my original goal of archivism on Tumblr. Some of the posts have already been deleted and others will be washed away with the sands of Twitter time.

Please do not talk about this in terms of "drama" or "tea" because that does a disservice to the victims and people here on Tumblr who may have lived through these experiences watching you treat their trauma like nonsense.

I have no stake in this and do not claim to know the full truth. However, rather than seeing everyone vague about what's happening, I want to provide an account of what people on Twitter are seeing above the noise. I will try to keep this post updated with important developments when appropriate.

My only ask is please don't comment to my inbox about this post. I understand your anger and hurt, but I need to take care of my own well-being. Make a dummy account if you want to talk about it; I will not censor the comments section of post as long as you are reasonable and not victim-blaming.

Finally, please be kind to each other, including Pond (as long as he is doing the right thing) and [Jan 23 update: lmfao fuck Pond] the other actors in BOC given that Poi specifically said she hid this from the cast, and also especially fans who loved Build and were blindsided. There is no "deserved" to be upset, people who invest their love and free time into something are allowed to be hurt... the only thing that matters about a person's integrity is how they choose to act with this information.

tw: domestic violence, intimate partner violence, abuse, threats, photos of bruises, rape, miscarriage

On approximately Jan 19 2022, right after the BOC line-up announcement), Daemi announced they would be breaking up as a writing duo, which prompted fans to speculate about the future of Kinnporsche season 2. Daemi as a writing duo is made up of two members: Yok and Poi.

In the next day or so, Poi insinuated that Build had stolen the idea for 4 Minutes from her and given it to Sammon, who then helped cut her [Poi] out of involvement in the new series. Build responded to this by publicly crying and issuing a statement, going above BOC's management. Pond was with Mile in Pairis at the time/flying home and responded to Instagram comments that they would investigate fully before issuing a statement.

Approximately the next day, on Jan 22 2022 local time, Poi came out with a statement and chat logs with proof that she used to be in a relationship with Build, and he had cheated on her, financially manipulated her, physically abused her, and threatened to kill her.

The original translator is a ManUtd fan and had no involvement in the fandom but took the time to do the translation since it was blowing up on Thai twitter and known fandom translators were not doing them. They then deleted those tweets after being harassed by Build's fans, but has continued to tweet about the situation.

(please click on the image for the full translation of the chat, I stacked them to save space)

Here is an additional Thai summary of Poi's claims and an english translation of that.

Some people noted that in the original IGS where Poi references this abuse on approximately Jan 19, she used stock images from Pinterest. Those claims included that she had a miscarriage due to the fact he had hit her so hard. Poi again confirmed that she had a miscarriage and noted she had hospital documents to back up her claim. She also addressed the comment that she used stock images due to the fact that Instagram is a visual social media.

Poi also confirmed that the legal process was already started. Given her history with the BOC cast, she might have also felt the need to get the story out of accusations of her lying and starting "drama" about the situation by posting her chat logs and photos.

Subsequently, Build shared messages that Poi had sent him regarding a situation with a sponsor in an attempt to make her look like a "crazy" woman, but incriminated himself and deactivated on Jan 22 2022 (possibly temporarily).

During this time, additional people came forward about being a victim of Build. One Thai fan came forward about knowing another of Build's former girlfriends, who was the victim of gang rape. However, the OP is getting permission from this individual to tell the story first and so the story may not be released to the public. Update Feb 10: Most likely false. (leaving text here for honesty that this rumor existed and debunked)

Another one of Build's ex-girlfriends, who was previously silenced and shamed by his fans, confirmed again that she was physically assaulted by Build 8 years ago.

I will not add the tweets with evidence of Build cheating on Poi/involvement with other women while supposedly dating one of them as while cheating on a partner is bad, it is a personal indiscretion and not a crime unlike the situations highlighted above.

As for the fact that both authors in Daemi sexually harassed other actors in KPTS, I am not excusing those actions. People, notably WOMEN, should not have to be perfect victims to be believed. You don't have to like Poi or approve of her past actions to think she does not deserve to be abused.

Additionally, if you believe that Poi's past actions are indicative of her character, I want to clarify why people were upset with him in summer 2022 since that was not documented on Tumblr either. Having bad opinions online is not a crime, but they do show a pattern of behavior from him from attitudes to actions. Build's comments/attitudes from that situation are consistent with his abuser behavior that is documented above. (1) (2) (3) (4)

Any additional documentation from past victims will be a link to the reblog since I will run out of image space on Tumblr. I will not document things like BOC suspending Build for the time being since those are widely seen and have an English translation.

Final update update as of Feb 10, 2023: Updated on the false allegations about rape and this being debunked since it's important. Please do not ask me for updates about him; I don't care about him, he makes me miserable, people whose careers I do care about don't have to deal with him anymore. Please do not make me responsible for your mental health.

Jan 28, 2023: Build has left BOC. At this point, there's nothing else I can provide as context in English that will change people's minds so let's respect that this will be processed in a court like it should have been in the first place. Take care of yourselves friends.

Final notes: Genuinely fuck Pond.

Jan 25 2023: link to the latest post with evidence from Poi and Mynk

Jan 23 2023: Kind anonymous provided IDs which have been added. Clarified position on Pond, with link to latest comment. I have more posts with translations from Thai twitter and will update another day.

Please take care of yourselves and your mental health. 🙏

#build jakapan #build jakapan puttha #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kpts #kinnporsche cast #tw domestic violence #tw dv #tw abuse #tw rape #tw miscarriage #tw bruises #tw threats #thank you to anon for IDs #be on cloud

[katiifaetarot]

Hello Beautiful + Fellow Fae friends, beings, and starlights! Welcome to my first tarot reading here on tumblr! Im new to the tarot community (at least on this specific platform) and would like to help guide, give honest/TRUTHFUL advice, and be a safe space for anyone+everyone who feels safe here! 🧚🏽‍♀️✨️

My goals/intentions are always to help others through my experience, to teach/guide them to work on themselves, and encourage them to find the strength, courage, discipline, and honest wisdom within themselves, without looking for outside validation!

Editing Note*** realized after i finished all piles, each tarot card was from the sword suit so its important to note Aquarius, Libra, and Gemini energy is present!! You dont have to personally identify with those placements, signs, or even energy; just thought it was important to note!**

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My first reading is just a general message of what you **might need to hear // whatever comes through while I channel! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

There are 3 piles and you will be picking through angel #'s that are right below this text! Feel free to look at the specific photos for each pile if you feel called too!

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ANGEL #'s :

PILE 1- 555

PILE 2- 111

PILE 3- 333 ( oop- what a coincidence!)

take your time, really tune into what you **might need to hear today! Ok, OFF YOU GO!! 🧚🏽‍♀️✨️

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PILE 1 (555)

Put down your swords! Stop being so defensive pile 1 !!!! You are okay and going towards exactly what you want/need for yourself! But you cant fully enjoy it if you're still in an energy of defensiveness//negative outlook. How can you better understand what you might need at this time? What will it take for you to trust yourself again? How can you look for the negativity in your own mind and get rid of it? Dont be so cruel and harsh to yourself and others. Try to find the hope again. Allow and welcome the change that will transform you in a healthy, secure, solid way. Let go. Its time to release and move on. Change is inevitable, get used to it !

((so many crows GAWKED while i did your pile, then completely stopped when i moved onto to pile 2, so that could be significant))

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PILE 2 (111)

Pile 2, How can you nurture yourself, your mind, body, soul, spirit, YOUR EMOTIONS at this time? How can you truly give to yourself and feel excited about life and going after what you want again? Its time to believe in yourself! To trust yourself!! TO FEEL COMFORTABLE IN YOUR OWN SKIN AGAIN! Let the new beginnings wash over you and bring relief that so much has changed. Change shouldn't make you feel fear, it should ignite a flame inside of you to want to look for more outside of your comfort zones and in the unknowns!! Give to yourself, nurture yourself, love yourself fully and watch this bright, beautiful, AMAZING! soul within yourself thrive♡

(( the wind was harsh at points during your reading, so you could like wind or the wind calms you! not for everybody, just take if it resonates and leave it alone if it doesnt! ))

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PILE 3 (333) hehe, very coincidencedental

Ok y'all are so divinely guided and such a unique and diverse group of talented and skillful beings pile 3 !! Your ability to adapt is a trained skilled within you at this point......but have you adapted too much to certain situations and people that now they have left you feeling burned out, numb, and just a shell of yourself? How can you set and maintain healthy, effective, and solid boundaries within yourself, so that extends to set and MAINTAINING boundaries with others outside of yourself? What does that process look like to you and how can you start to balance the scales so you feel more open, free, and safe to express yourself authentically?

( very weird and funny thing popped up while i channeled this message: poop. You could have constipation or poop just has significance for you💀 defiently not for everybody, so take it if it resonates and leave it, if it doesnt !! )

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I sincerely hope you received what you needed and released what you don't !! See you again soon!! Take it easyyy and just breathe and fllooowwww!!! you got this! byyeee~🧚🏽‍♀️✨️

#tarot blog #witch aesthetic #tarot journal #tarot reading #tarotonline #tarotcommunity #pick a card #pick a pile #angel numbers #tarot asks #general tarot reading

[silver-ink-iron-words]

*weird laugh thing* Looks life ı have a weird thing for villians who love kidnapping~ Anyway, part 3 was amazing! Hope you can do part 4 for "A Bird In The Hand" <33

Don't worry lol. This is tumblr, we’re all into weird shit

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

A Bird in the Hand, Part 4

The civilian stared at the destruction on screen, and almost cut themself chopping vegetables.

Another office building had gone down today. There’d been an evacuation warning this time, but there were still three dead and dozens injured.

Then the villain’s face appeared on the TV. The civilian looked away, but they could still hear the villain’s cold iron voice.

“I trust that in time, [Hero], you will give me what I want.”

A shiver ran up the civilian’s spine.

The hero arrived not long after, with unfocused eyes and rubble dust in their hair. The civilian welcomed them home, and told them to wash up for dinner. But instead, the hero stood in the entryway, glaring at the screen. “Why is this on?”

The civilian followed their gaze. The news was showing a montage of photos – some of the villain, some of the wreckage – while the anchor interviewed an expert.

The hero snatched the remote and shut off the TV. “I don’t want to even think about that fucker.”

Why don’t you give yourself up? the civilian thought.

Then they stopped dead, and wanted to slap themself. What a horrible thought. A traitorous thought. Nothing should have terrified them more than the mental image of their partner in danger.

But how many people had died now? How long would it be before the civilian’s friends and family were among the casualties? The villain had never actually said they wanted the hero, but everyone could read between the lines. With every day that the hero prolonged things, more people got hurt.

And it’s not like the hero would actually be in danger. Even at their weakest, they were leagues stronger than the villain.

So why?

But the civilian looked at the hero’s exhausted stance, and they held their tongue.

“Do you think you could tell me about your day?” The hero sat at the table, put their face in their hands. “I need to focus on something else, for a bit.”

Talking always soothed the hero. So the civilian stuffed down their questions, and spoke.

After dinner, the hero placed a box on the table. “I got something for you.”

Inside were a row of cerulean blue darts.

The civilian’s mouth went dry. “These are . . .”

The darts were one of the hero’s inventions. Sleek, precise, poisoned. Lethal as gunshot, silent as air.

“Just, keep a few around the house,” the hero said. “Please. To protect yourself.”

The civilian met their eyes. “If [Villain] decides to drop a bomb on this place, a dart isn’t going to stop them.”

“[Villain] isn’t going to do that,” the hero said. The civilian wanted to ask how they were so sure, but the hero continued. “Just promise you’ll keep the darts. And try to not go out too often, at least for a little while. I worry so much about you.”

The civilian softened. “Sure,” they said. They took the hero’s hand. “I promise to stay safe.”

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“So, what do you say?” the villain asked, a glint in their eyes.

The civilian resisted the urge to glance away. “I hadn’t thought you actually meant singing.”

The villain’s drawing room was elegant, and hemmed by large glass windows, blackened by night. Hell roared in the fireplace.

The civilian sat on a plush leather couch, their legs propped up on a pillow. Their wheelchair, a new gift from the villain, was parked within reach.

“I’m not a good singer,” the civilian tried.

The villain smiled. “It will nevertheless be breathtaking.”

“Does it have to be this song?” 

They held the lyrics to ‘Fly me to the Moon’ in their hands.

“I’d like that one, but no. You can sing anything you’d like.”

The civilian looked back and forth between the paper and the villain. They wished there was someone else here who could confirm that this was, in fact, insane.

But at least there were no knives in the vicinity.

The civilian sighed. “Do you have any Fleetwood Mac?”

And so, as the hours stretched on, the civilian sang. Dolly Parton. Gorillaz. Elton John. Mitski.

The villain rested in their chair, head back, eyes closed. They looked as though they were tasting heaven.

Eventually, the civilian needed a break. They weren’t sure whether or not to thank the villain when they were handed a glass of water.

In the end, they did. Better courteous than sorry.

“Any time, darling,” the villain said. They got up, and started to massage the civilian’s shoulders. “It’s nothing, considering how you’ve already made me the luckiest person alive.”

The civilian tried not to tense too noticeably beneath their touch. “I think I know why you’re doing this.”

“Yes? And why is that?”

“[Hero] has been your enemy for years now. They’ve stolen victory from you. Again and again. So you want to . . . want to possess what’s theirs.”

It was painful to talk about themself in this way.

“Interesting theory,” the villain said, fingers working into the civilian’s muscles. “But once again, you’re completely wrong.”

The civilian swallowed. “I am?”

The villain knelt down, and wrapped their arms around the civilian’s chest, placed their chin on their shoulder. Their breath tickled the civilian’s skin. “It is laughable, love, to think that you were ever theirs.”

The civilian closed their eyes. “I misspoke. I’m sorry.”

“You mention [Hero] a lot,” the villain observed. Their hands spidered up the civilian’s throat. “I hate the sound of their name on your tongue.”

“Please.”

“Say my name.”

The civilian blinked. Was the villain serious?

“[Villain].”

“Again.”

A slow, steadying breath. “[Villain].”

The villain held them, and savoured.

Suddenly, a security alarm began to ring.

The civilian froze, but the villain sprang into action. They lifted the civilian into their wheelchair. Tightened the straps restraining their arms.

The civilian’s mind whirled.

Could it really be the hero?

“Don’t look so hopeful, love,” the villain said, pushing them forward. “You will never be taken from me again.”

Wait. The civilian stiffened. What the hell did the villain mean by “again”?

Part 5

#villain #whump drabble #villain x civilian #kidnapping #captivity #whump writing #whump snippet #civilian x villain #kidnapping whump #whumpblr #writing snippet #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #hero x civilian #civilian x hero #hero #snippet #by the way #if you like this series #two of my other series - 'Trying to Leave' and 'Dinner Guest' #are similar #not a prompt

[inaturalist-propaganda]

I love you trans people and I love you trans allies.

This original post will keep being updated!

tumblr made it so indented text removes line breaks so they're not all going to be indented.

some of the comments so far, June 10th 2023:

Pretty uncool to publicly support pride month after your PR disaster on the forum. Banning a user who was trying desperately to get you to understand that they were being misgendered, then rainbow washing on top of that? Come on, guys, this is shameful.

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CAoS: Please do something about your child organisation, iNaturalist, for their continued and repeated attacks on myself and my fellow queer/trans/nb people. All we asked is for pronouns to be used as a part of their rule of "be respectful". Initially, Tony, paid Outreach Coordinator, denied this request, essentially saying being respectful does NOT mean you have to use someones correct pronouns. After almost a week, it was backwalked, to you can say you will not use but that is "not actually missgendering" becuase it "is just threatening it" instead of "actually missgendering". It has gone even worse now, with the person being missgendered being BANNED for continually asking for this basic respect. Now, our posts get hidden, or outright deleted. We need someone above iNaturalist to step in and do the right thing. I ask that you remove Tony from his Paid iNaturalist Staff position. A person who is literally the paid Outreach Coordinator should actually understand inclusion and diversity. I ask that you hire a queer bipoc person to replace him. This would be the first step in reconciliation that would show you mean what you say, and are not simply rainbow washing.

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It's a little difficult to take this seriously when CAoS is the parent organization of iNat, whose PR team decided threats of misgendering trans people are not actually that serious. And, then, to make matters worse, removed a trans person receiving those threats from their forum, not the bully. It's easy to post a rainbow photo and say you support the LGBTQIA community, but the actions of iNat show otherwise. It's our actions as allies that matter most every day, not once a year pride posts.

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I implore the California academy of sciences to admonish your child organization, iNaturalist for their repeated attacks on trans and non-binary folks in their forum. Their pride month posts are revolting when their staff is actively engaged in blatant retaliatory attacks against trans and non-binary people.

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It would be great to see Inaturalist posting Pride month icons..... if it weren't for the disasterous behind-the-scenes transphobia that's rampant in the forums!

If this is your first time hearing it, paid staff on the inatrarlist official forums went out of their way to create a huge incident that alienated a good 90% of the queer community that was on the forums, by banning a trans it/its user who was being misgendered and refused to back down when staff refused to remove the 2 offending posts, despite multiple, *multiple* queer users telling staff all they had to do to resolve the issue was remove the two misgendering posts.

It took a full WEEK for anything to actually be concretely done, and that was only when the OP of the posts had to ask *permission* from staff to delete her posts because she realized what she'd done was wrong and hurtful, especially when the paid staff kept digging their heels in and insisting it wasn't *technically* misgendering..... somehow.

Staff kept digging their hole deeper, acting as though everyone was demanding they "police every single thing posted on the forums" and "act like a surveillance state" when literally from day one, alllllllllll they had to do was remove exactly 2 offensive posts that had been reported by multiple queer users. They staunchly refused to remove the posts or take *any* action other than to attack the very people who were the ones under attack, culminating in them literally banning the trans it/its user who was being misgendered all because, get this-- it refused to sit quietly by and have the posts remain up, and kept telling staff "leaving the posts up for everyone, myself included, the literal target of these posts to see with zero visible response from Staff for the blatant violation of TOS, is completely unacceptable".

Did I mention this happened in the forum thread DEDICATED to queer and LGBTQ Inaturalist users?

It was a forum thread DEDICATED to celebrating pride and queer identities?

And that the very Inaturalist staff who refused to do their jobs and remove two posts that violated their TOS because they didn't think it was a big deal for a trans user to be misgendered even after multuiple users explained exactly why that's so hurtful, the very Inaturalist Staff who acted like being asked to remove 2 posts was the equivilant of us demanding they police every single word posted on the forums-- were the very same ones asking queer Inaturalist users to volunteer for their Pride Month showcase.

What a joke.

If Inaturalist and the other paid staff behind it are TRUELY serious about diversity, inclusion, and welcoming their queer and LBGTQ users with open arms, then someone from higher up needs to take a SERIOUS look at the paid staff of the forums and how they ACTUALLY treat queer users when push comes to shove; they're more than happy to hide even the slightest, most mild critism of their moderation (or complete lack thereof) but refused for over 168 hours to do the most basic thing of hiding two posts containing hate speech and transphobia. That were in the LGBTQ thread, and had been flagged by multiple LGBTQ users, *including the it/its trans user who was the target of that hate speech to begin with*

but what did the forum staff do?

Did they remove the 2 posts that violated TOS?

Did they apologize for their mishandling of the situation?

Nope, they literally told us "if you don't like how we moderate, you go somewhere else" -- as though the literal LGBTQ thread was not EXACTLY where we were supposed to be protected from this crap.

Tiwane needs to be removed as paid Forum staff, and astra the dragon needs to lose moderation privileges, and ALL forum staff, be they paid or volunteers, need to go through a MANDATORY inclusivity and sensitivity training to properly handle the most basic aspect of their jobs., if you want your huge queer userbase to trust you again.

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Wow. That's rich, given how you've treated LGBTQIA+ folks in your forums. If you want to be supportive of pride month, fire the team that's perfectly fine with misgendering people in comments. If not, this is just an ugly facade you're presenting to seem as though you support minorities without actually following through.

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iNaturalist: you are NOT allowed to celebrate Pride Month because you continually create policies to harm queer/trans/NB members of your community. You allowed missgendering, saying it does not go against your rule of "be respectful". Then you back-walked it to it's okay to say you *will* missgender, or *will refuse to* use someone's pronouns, because it hasn't happened yet. Now, you are hiding or deleting all the callouts we are making of this issue.

iNat: STOP pretending to be an ally, when you are NOT. You are NOT an ally to the entire LGBTQIA+ community, only the ones you seem fit to bolster your public appearance during Pride Month, while all this goes on behind the scenes. Now we are no longer allowed any "political" posts - but we are only political in our existence because politicians and others would like us literally dead....If your "politics" denies people their personhood, your "politics" are utter shyte. The *person being misgendered* was *BANNED* for being rightfully upset about it while you sat back and did nothing other than, banning them, and allowing the continued transmisia/transphobia while *many of us* stepped up to say how wrong you were, and how wrong the entire situation was. Yet, you never stood up for us, and you continue to simply squash us.

Original LGBTQIA+ thread where the misgendering starts, followed by staff tone policing and pretending both sides are equally wrong: https://forum.inaturalist.org/.../lgbtqia-and.../23565/268

New thread to "discuss" the moderation issues, which is still just transmisia, tone policing, and bad-faith arguments on the part of the staff: https://forum.inaturalist.org/.../moderation.../42122 (pretending that asking them to remove exactly two (2) posts means we want them to become a fascist surveillance state and judge literally every post anyone makes...but now they just delete & hide our posts...hmmm.....)

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As part of pride month you are actively discriminating against and attacking LGBTQIA+ members on your forum, in direct violation of your supposed policies. Despicable. Pretending to be an ally when you are actively attacking such people is an affront to the entire community.

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#iNaturalist #iNaturalist transmisia #trans #trans allies #trans ally #solidarity or drown #long post

[vintage-tech]

Okay, we’ve all bought books from the Scholastic Book Club while in school. Those who graduated before Tumblr was created remember when Scholastic also had monthly magazines such as Dynamite and Bananas. But little did I suspect that prior to the all-teens general-interest magazine Bananas, there was a teen girl magazine -- which was advertising-supported! -- called Co-ed, which addressed issues about decorating your bedroom and stalking guys and your dreaded period. [History: “co-ed” is short for co-educational, as in ‘they let girls in’.] Unlike the other Scholastic magazines which you bought in your English classes, Co-ed was available through your home economics class. The cover of this 1969 issue says this is Volume 14, so it must have been around since 1955. (The masthead page gives every detail about the cover photo except the models’ names, which was the only part I care about.) And now we’re going to take a little tour through it. Under the cut...

“The Drug Dream, Why It’s A Nightmare” is anti-drug, mostly for the harm it does to your health, but what they left out is that it leads to creating these kinds of clothes and bedrooms.

As said, there are ads in this magazine, unlike all the other Scholastic mags, mostly for feminine hygiene supplies, like this one here:

Y’know, I can picture why you shouldn’t sit in a bath while you’re on your period, but I’m uncertain about the logic regarding not washing your hair.

Tackle zit cream’s slogan runs opposite of that for Secret deodorant: “strong enough for a woman but made for a man”. Kind of like how Irish Spring soap marketed itself, as being a manly scent that women like too.

George Carlin would have referred to this as “an under-leg deodorant”, and I suspect the demise of the belted sanitary napkin also lead to the disappearance of Quest, which was made by the Kotex folks and I have an advertisement which came in pad boxes back in the 1940s. I did not know this was marketed for underboob sweat, also.

Okay, this one irks me. I hate the notion that you have to ‘trap’ a boy with food. But I also hate that the food in question is gawddamned Wonder Bread, which builds your body 12 ways and gives you that matching pasty complexion.

You’ll need that tube of Tackle if you made Quik and Pop-Tarts your mainstays. Take note that you see neither the Quik Bunny nor Milton the toaster on the packages.

Cover Girl made a medicated coverup foundation in three shades. Meanwhile 70% of the market is going “but I’m not Aryan Caucasian!” Guess everyone who ranged from Greek olive to Kenyan jet was shit outta luck.

THIS PRODUCT I WANT THOUGH.

They underscored “crash” because this is indeed a diet -- I’m presuming it’s wheat bran which expands in your stomach, since it works by you taking six of these tablets in a day and your appetite is dulled. Also, thick thighs save lives and all female bodies are fucking awesome so please take your hating on the curvy ladies elsewhere, Hollings-Smith.

How about we end this post with one of the articles? You know the one you were curious about, “guys get asked, what’s wrong with girls?” Well, the saying became popular decades later, but it boils down to “bitches be trippin’.” Pasting the two pages plus two columns later in the magazine together...

If you can click to expand this, great. Otherwise, here are the salient points:

First guy says this chick who wants him has B.O. with bad breath, is unkempt, and calls him more often than he likes. Can he tell her this? Nope, he doesn’t want to make her an enemy. Second guy says materialism and superficiality are turn-offs. (He’s not wrong.) Guy three says he is not fond of the possessive and the clingy. Guy four doesn’t like girls who are always chasing boys and are loud-mouths. Guy five doesn’t like the playing-hard-to-get and the snobby. Guys six and seven also aren’t fond of flirts, since they believe it’s something they’ll do with other guys despite being with you. (It happens!) The rest of the guys in the article echoed sentiments about not wanting to be with girls who do not care about their appearance and also girls who are phonies, with one pointing out that a lot of girls who think they can fool others are mistaken. Not one guy said he doesn’t like thick thighs in a skirt or the average quantity of acne one gets from their periods or drinking Nestle’s Quik, I’ll have you know.

#vintage #magazine #technology #1969 #teenagers

[eldritchsurveys]

1171.

Who’s the last person you were angry with? >> Sparrow, probably. I don't get angry with people often.

What was the last video game that you beat? >> Baldur's Gate 3.

When was the last time you ate Pop Tarts? >> Loooong time ago.

Have you ever hyperventilated? >> During meltdowns and such, yeah.

Do you like peaches? >> I do. I never eat them but I do like them.

Have you ever had lice? >> I haven't.

Colored or black-and-white photo? >> Either?

Do you believe in astrology? >> I do, I guess. "Believe" isn't exactly the verb I would use but I guess it technically is the correct one? It just has a lot of implications that may or may not have anything to do with my actual relationship with astrology, which is better described as "I find astrology to be an endlessly fascinating and deeply complex system whose insights I often find personally valuable". In my experiences with it -- outside of the hyper-generalised memes and charlatanry that is everywhere these days -- the astrology math be mathing a majority of the time, so I use it. (Usually when it doesn't add up it's because the person who gave the info didn't actually know what they were talkin about.)

It's also my "thing I'm pretentious about" -- I couldn't possibly say that I know a lot about astrology but what I do know forms a pretty solid foundation upon which to recognise when someone else doesn't know enough about it to be speaking on it. This is particularly true with people who treat astrologers and astrology enthusiasts as if they're stupid for using the system... but you couldn't tell them a damn thing, as is true with everyone who thinks they're too smart for something.

Who did you last give a piggyback ride to? .

Do you like Lady Gaga or does she try too hard? >> I love the implication that if you don't like Lady Gaga, it's because you think she tries too hard (at what???).

What’s the ugliest trend you’ve ever seen? .

What would you do if you were stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean? >> Die, eventually :V

When was the last time you played Guitar Hero? >> I don't know, 2019 or 2020, maybe. Our Xbox 360 is dead so I will probably never get to play it again. :/

Where did you last wear a bathing suit? .

Who did your last notification come from? >> Some rando on tumblr.

Do you feel more comfortable with a male or female doctor/nurse? >> bold of you to assume I'd ever feel comfortable in the doctor's office

Ever cried so much you threw up? >> I haven't.

Are you completely over your last relationship? .

Have you ever gone to a beach? >> I have.

Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you? >> I haven't.

What do you usually order on a pizza? >> Hey, this question again.

Have you ever done volunteer work just because you wanted to? >> I have not.

The last time you washed your hair, did you use conditioner? >> I don't use conditioner. Would you ever visit a psychic? >> Sure, maybe. I'm not particularly averse to it, but I also wouldn't spend money on that.

Have you ever had a stick insect as a pet? >> I haven't.

Has anyone ever called you stuck-up? >> Possibly.

Had sex at school? >> I have not.

[TW: ABUSE] Abusive relationship: leave him/her or keep it a secret? >> I'm sure if someone truly felt, like felt, in their whole body, like they could safely and successfully leave an abusive relationship, they would. Provided they passed the Insight check to realise they were in an abusive relationship in the first place. There is no "which one would you do" because no one actually knows what they would do. Not unless it happens to them. What recently happened that made you proud of yourself? >> I did some dishes earlier. [TW: DRUG OD] Ever have a drug overdose? What did you OD on exactly? >> Aside from purposely taking too many of a prescribed antipsychotic when I was 16 and suicidal, somehow I have managed to avoid this fate.

Are both of your blood parents still in your life? . Have you ever made out on a couch? >> Sure.

Someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say? >> Money? When’s the next time you’ll be drinking? >> I don't know, the next time I feel like it. What are you doing on Halloween? . Have you ever been drunk at school or work? .

Do you own any Sims games? Which ones? >> I have 4, and possibly 3 still.

What are you listening to at the moment? >> MyNoise preset, to drown out environmental noise (upstairs neighbour bullshit, mostly).

If you could take back saying anything to anyone, what would it be? .

Do you do anything regularly that could damage your body? >> Bodies are weirdly both very difficult to damage and very easy to damage, so... yeah, I'm sure I do. When were you the saddest in your life? .

If you have siblings, have they moved out or do they still live with you? .

Have you been outside today? >> I haven't.

Did you know you wanted to be in a relationship with the person you are now when you first met him/her? . Would you rather live in Alaska or New Zealand? >> Aotearoa New Zealand, easily.

Is there anyone in your life that knows right away something’s wrong with you? >> I don't think anyone could figure that out with any consistency.

If someone said to you “nice ass,” you say? >> How I respond depends on the circumstances and the person.

What would you do if you walked into your house only to find your boyfriend and your mother making out? .

What if you found out your partner had a previous sex change? >> Neat. What about it? Have you ever dated someone in the military? >> I did once.

When’s the next time you’ll have to buy a gift for someone? .

List the last ten people that texted you. . Who was the last person of the opposite sex to Facebook message you? >> The last person to message me on Facebook was Lauren.

Do you know how to make origami? >> Some. How would you like to be proposed to one day? >> I was formally proposed to in front of a New Orleans cemetery (it was supposed to be in the cemetery but the bitch was closed). Good enough for me.

When was the last time you saw your brother? .

Do you like candy corn? >> Absolutely not. Do you usually eat breakfast? >> I do.

Favorite dipping sauce for chicken strips? . Do you like chocolate and mint together? >> I do.

favorite flavor of gum? >> Peppermint.

Have you ever had chocolate-covered gummy bears? >> I have not. Pulp or no pulp orange juice? >> No pulp.

Favorite burger condiments? >> Oh, the usual.

Do you like peanut butter? >> Sure.

Do you like cold pizza? >> I really don't. Hunks of cold cheese... blegh.

Have you ever broken a bone? >> I have not. Are you interested in creative writing of any sort? >> Sure.

Would you introduce the last person you kissed to your parents? .

What does the shirt you’re wearing look like? >> It's just a Fruit of the Loom undershirt. Or Hanes. IDK, one of the two. Do you like to cuddle? .

Is the last person of the opposite sex you texted single? . Would your parents disown you if you got pregnant? . Any baby names you think you might name your future kids? .

Think back to your most important relationship, was it all your fault it’s over? .

Has anyone seen you naked in the last 6 months? >> Sure -- I live with someone and I'm not shy about being partially dressed or undressed in front of them.

#surveys #survey #random survey

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

262 of 2023

How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had in 2014?

One. He was the first person I had sex with.

Can you walk in heels?

I admire guys who can do it lol. I must admit I’d love to do that once, just for the experience.

How often do you say ‘lol’ in a computer or text conversation?

Quite so.

What would you tell to your eighth grade self?

Our education system doesn’t work like that, I’m not even sure what age it is.

Can you curse around your parents?

No, never.

What does your mom say about the pictures on your Tumblr?

She doesn’t even know what Tumblr is.

What was the last thing you and your parents argued about?

Since I moved out, we don’t argue and it was years ago.

Are you happy with where you live?

Yes, I am. Although I’d be happier if I lived in my hometown.

Do you feel your life is at its best?

It was before I got disabled.

Do you regret anything about your past?

Not taking better care of my health.

Do people ever mistake you for being a different race?

No. I’m typically European.

Would you tattoo someone’s name on your body?

I find name tattoos tacky, so no.

What do you worry about the most?

Everything around.

Do you believe “Once a cheater, always a cheater?”

Based on my own experience, yeah. Can’t speak for others, though.

Have you ever let someone be your everything?

Not at 100%.

Do you bite your nails?

I do, actually a lot.

Think back to the last person you kissed. How many times have you cried in their arms?

Never, I don’t cry.

Do you hate the last person you kissed?

No, we’re married.

What are some things you do when you’re mad?

Go for a walk.

When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?

Never.

How do you feel about your hair right now?

It’s washed, but too long for my tastes.

If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?

At my parents.

Whose hoodie did you wear last?

Mine. I have a lot of hoodies.

Have you ever listened to music you hated just to fit in?

Nope, I cannot pretend like that. I don’t even know how.

What’s an interesting fact about you that not many people know?

There’s a photo of me sitting on the current collector of a tram.

What do you want to do after high school?

I already have a degree.

Do you do anything embarrassing when no one is home?

I’m tempted to ask if jerking off counts lol.

If you had the chance to move to a completely different state/country, would you?

Sure, for the experience.

How old were you when you stopped believing in Santa?

Santa lives in Finland, everyone knows that.

What are the things you’ve learned over the past year?

That I can do more than I thought.

Do you have a friend you can tell stuff to and you’re sure they won’t tell?

Yeah, more than one.

Name something you dislike about the day you’re having?

It’s a boring Sunday.

The doctors just told you that you are pregnant - what’s your first thought?

I’d start wondering where they learned biology.

Do you have any saved texts?

I have unread messages.

Do you still talk to the person you liked five months ago?

We’re married, ffs.

Anything you want to tell someone but can’t?

No. I can always tell my husband.

#survey #q&a survey #random survey

[hommes-sims]

Casper Mayberry the friendly ghost

*is desperately trying to come back after two months of nothing*  Good evening.

#after two months of no internet on my desktop and power supply fan being broken #shes back!! #lol like yall even noticed #ignore the oversaturation please #i noticed too late #and does tumblr wash out everyones photos #or is it just my browser? #sims4 #sims #ts4 #mine #mysims #casper

[theepisceswriter]

AOT characters with a black S/O (Zeke, Jean, Connie, Eren, Reiner)

Synopsis: I think the title is pretty self explanatory 🙈

TW: none really besides mentions of food, African-American culture only for right now sorry my foreign babes 😕, not proofread

ZEKE

Someone throw this man a black girlfriend with a dark or regular academia aesthetic P L S because he would love you to the point where he’s obsessed and treat you so good.

Loves finding neutral shades of beige, white, or brown that compliment your skin color nicely while the two of you are out shopping. Will literally come running from across the other side of the store with a brown jacket in his hand like “Look babe, this would compliment the brown of your skin so nicely 🥺 we gotta get Instagram pictures of you in this.”

He also enjoys finding academia type hairstyles and trying to make them work with your natural hair or braids. At least once a week he sends you a hairstyle he found on Tumblr and helps you later that night to try and achieve a black version of it.

The two of you most definitely have viral pictures floating around on Twitter, Pinterest, and Instagram.

He’s so soft and patient when it comes yo your hair because he has a beard, so he knows what it feels like having to keep up with something that requires a lot of work. He’ll often come into the bathroom to do his beard and offer you an extra pair of hands when it’s your wash day. His favorite part is to help you twist your hair because he likes seeing the finished product when you take them out.

He also uses your hair conditioners and oils in his beard because they make him smell otherworldly and he likes smelling like you. And yes, he has requested for you to braid his beard once but never again because you both thought he looked too weird like that.

Grisha is the awkward white dad who tries too hard to accept you and says stuff like “Hey, like the new hairdo 😃👍🏾.” Whenever you come around. Bless his poor heart, at least he’s trying and you know he means well.

JEAN

Worships you and the ground you walk on like 24/7. He’s so in love with you and makes sure to let you know that on the daily multiple times. And he’s such an amazing lover and avoids doing cringey shit like calling you chocolate or Nubian queen goddess.

Hangs with your uncles and all the other black men in your family because he thinks he’s cool like that, but they don’t mind at all cause they love him.

His mom is the sweetest mother in law ever. She gets along so well with all the women in your family and they’re always swapping recipes with one another. One day time you and Jean pulled up for Christmas and she had a dish filled with collard greens on the table and they were good too.

He has two chains around his neck dedicated to you: one is your name and the other one is the date you two became official. You also wear his name around your neck and you have a ring with his initials on it.

Getting jewelry is something the two of you do together very often. Matter of fact, swap meets are his favorite place to go to in general and his mind was blown when you first took him to one.

Asks you to put his hair in French braids at least once a month because the process is so therapeutic for him. He loves laying his head on his lap and watching as you make his braids so neat and cute. But be careful though because he does like to “Can you braid my hair? 🥺” his way into some coochie.

Don’t brother teaching him how to braid because even if he does get the hang of it after a couple of sessions with you he’ll always request that you do his hair.

You two have random rap battles with each other alllll the time. It’s pretty split between who wins, but often you’ll call him out for trying to use lyrics from other artists.

CONNIE

Did y’all know me and Connie are blood cousins? Both his momma and daddy black and his full name on his birth certificate is Cornelius Demetrius Jones Springer, so take that as you will…

BUT REALLY, Connie fits right in with you and your culture that it’s nearly identical to dating someone the same race as you.

He has a fitted cap with your name sowed into it on the side with a cute heart right by it. It’s his go to hat and he points is out to everyone who doesn’t know about it.

Has most definitely dragged you along with him to go take one of those 2000’s-esque photoshoots with the airbrushed backgrounds. He even made the two of you dress alike and color coordinate because he’s extra like that and the photos are hanging all over your guy’s house. He carries around a mini version of his favorite picture in his wallet at all times.

You better not ever come around this man with messed up edges, visibly old braids, a too visible lace, etc because he will get on you bad and crack jokes about it the whole day because he’s a menace to society like that. No one besides him is allowed to do it though or he’ll get mad at them.

Do not ask this man to help you take down your braids unless you’re cutting them first because he will cut them crazy as hell and might even accidentally cut some of your real hair off too. He’s a master at dipping braids though, it’s something he takes pride in.

EREN

Literally a POWER COUPLE !

Eren will never have you out here looking wrong. The part on your lace is a little off? He’s telling your hairdresser to fix it! Thinks the hair you got looks too synthetic and shiny? He’s dropping big bucks to make sure you have some silky soft hair extensions.

Made you do him some baby hairs one day when he was wearing his signature ponytail as a joke, but now you’re obligated to slick up his edges for him at least once a week. He even has a silk scarf that he uses to tie them down with at night.

Is a master at finding filters on Instagram and Snapchat that don’t make your skin look Orange or pale so the two of you can have the cutest Instagram pictures together.

Walks around the house 24/7 singing 2000’s R&B songs at the top of his lungs because he’s a menace to society like that.

Supports all your financial needs when it comes to hair clothing or anything in general really. Need a new lace front? He’s wiring $700 to your account. Want a Teflar bag? He’s getting you one in every color. Some new shoes came out and you think they’re cute? He’s getting them for you !

REINER

Your aunties would L O V E a hardworking and burly man like Reiner.

He’s get so spoiled by them all the time whenever he comes around. Sometimes they pay attention to him more than they do you and best believe they slide him all the extra plates and desserts at barbecues. I just know he smacks down on a plate of soul food in like 5 minutes.

Speaking of soul food, you really lit up something in his Caucasian taste buds when you gave him a plate of soul food for the first time because now he’s OBSESSED. Every night he’s begging you to cook for him or asking you for the recipe so he can make it himself. His favorites are macaroni and cheese, fried chicken, and yams ☺️

Will bust a move on the dance floor if your family pressures him to get on it at events. He did a two-step with your aunt once at somebody’s wedding and nobody in your family has shut up about it since because they were surprised at how good he can dance. You were equally as surprised as them.

The best person to ask to help you with your hair because he’s so patient and will make sure that your parts are straight and perfect or use his hands to slick your ponytails up to the gods. He’ll do it exactly how you want it to look too and he makes sure it’s to your standard by checking in with you every now and then.

Encourages you to buy clips or little jewels whenever you take him to the beauty supply with you because he thinks you look so adorable when you wear them in your hair.

#I feel TERRIBLE rn because I’m sick BUT #I had thoughts and I had to write them down it was mandatory #zeke jaeger headcanons #zeke jaeger x reader #Zeke Jaeger x black reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein headcanons #jean kirstein x black reader #attack on titan x black reader #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #connie springer x black reader #connie springer x reader #connie springer headcanons #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x black reader #eren jaeger headcanons #reiner braun headcanons #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun x black reader #anime x black reader

[1kook]

right place, wrong time

— a someway, somehow jungkook drabble summary Home was Jungkook, it had always been Jungkook… but it wasn’t this Jungkook. warnings angst, heart ache, its actually kinda sad :/ lmfao, jk is a little... uh... como se dice.... jerk without realizing it.... justice for oc.... also there’s a scene where oc throws up so !! rating m wc 1.5k

notes THIS TAKES PLACE 5 YEARS BEFORE SWSH ITSELF ! OK ! enjoy <3 i wanted to try writing angst again <3 also i have no self control i said i would post this in 7 hrs yet here i am. and its not proofread <_<

When you were kids, the fact Jungkook’s birthday fell early on into the school year was a huge deal; everyone in your class was invited, both new and returning students, and the event itself was practically the opening scene to the school year itself. As you got older and he began to move away from colorfully decorated parties, his early birthday still earned him a lot of attention, had everyone at your high school congratulating him from the moment the first bell rang until the last. There weren’t any grand birthday bashes during high school, but the Jeons were a loving family, party or no party, and always got him a cake to celebrate each new year. 

Up until you left for college, you had never missed Jungkook blowing out the candles for his birthday. Be it a backyard party bustling with kids or a smaller affair at his favorite restaurant, you had always been invited, always cheered for him with each new year of life he welcomed. 

As a kid, you had always been adamant on getting the spot closest to him as you sang happy birthday, beaming at your best friend like he was your entire world. His childhood photo albums had been proof of that, filled with a chronological sequencing of every birthday he’s had with you at his side, your smiles changing with the times— from missing teeth to full of braces, you had always been at Jungkook’s side. 

As a young-adult, you had to bite down your pride and watch Sojin fulfill that spot. 

You had missed his last two birthdays since entering college. Your first year away from home, everyone you knew warned you about not going home too early into the year, something about how it would solidify your homesickness and you’d never be able to assimilate afterwards. So you had congratulated Jungkook from Taehyung’s phone screen, greatly appreciating the way Taehyung angled the phone away from Sojin as best he could. Then your second year, you had been drowning in that first wave of projects and essays, and simply couldn’t squeeze a five hour drive there and back into your schedule. Jungkook understood; there was no party this year, just a simple family dinner. The video call ended soon after you congratulated him, his attention drawn away by the voice of another woman you knew all too well. 

For his twenty-first birthday, Jungkook was adamant that you attend. He had told you about it before you had left for the new semester, bent over by the front wheels of your car, making sure everything was in tip-top shape before you went off again. His t-shirt was drenched in sweat, trails running down his hairline, over the prominent veins of his neck.“I want you there,” Jungkook had said, taking your offered hand as he stood back up. He must have miscalculated— or maybe it was on purpose —his step, because when he stepped forward, he was all too close. He didn’t let go of your hand. “Please?” 

Your eyes flickered over his chest, to his neck. He smelled like home, or at least the image of it you had created in your mind during your last two years away. Home was lavender fabric softener billowing over you in waves, the faint traces of this morning’s cologne, the subtle scent of his metallic work tools. It was his chocolate curls tickling his eyebrows, his easygoing smile, the way he pulled you closer, made the scents wash over you all over again. 

It was Jungkook. It was Jungkook. It was Jungkook and his warm touch. It was Jungkook and his softened gaze. Home was Jungkook, it had always been Jungkook… but it wasn’t this Jungkook. It wasn’t this Jungkook and the hickey on his neck. 

The sight made your stomach recoil, eyes quickly averted from the site of the crime. He had gotten here later than usual, said something about having to take Sojin somewhere first. So that’s what that meant. Jungkook, unaware of the fact the collar of his t-shirt has let you in on his private life, squeezes your hand. “You’ll come, won’t you?” 

And you were stupid and you were in love, so of course you said yes. 

It’s a cookout this year, his backyard filled to the brim with relatives and friends and so many cans of beer you don’t know what to do. His parents are ecstatic for your return, babbling on and on about how much he missed you for the last two birthdays. You take it in stride, and maybe in a different timeline you would have believed it, but not this one. Aside from greeting you at the door and taking your keys off your hands, you had barely seen the birthday boy all day. You mingle with old friends, his relatives, tentatively sip at your can of soda. You’re tired, the long drive having sapped the majority of your energy for the day. 

Sometime around sunset, you meet eyes with him across the yard. Jungkook smiles, he always smiles. You okay? he mimes with a thumbs-up, and you want to say yes, but Sojin is sitting on his lap, an obnoxiously loud display, and when he puts his hand back down, it immediately finds its home on her thigh. You send him a half-hearted shrug, play it off like you're still a little carsick from the long drive here. 

(Truthfully, you are sick, but you’re not sure it’s from the drive.) 

Even at twenty-one, his family maintains their tradition and sings him happy birthday. With your return, his mother delegates you to cake cutting duties again, so you’re on standby for the song, at his side with the cake cutter in hand. Jungkook is grinning from ear to ear, Sojin attached to his hip, his arm sling around her shoulders. His family sings and sings, and Jungkook is happy. His eyes jump around the table, taking in the sight before him the way he does every year. And when they reach you at his side, Jungkook beams, reaches for your hand beneath the table and squeezes, all the while keeping his girlfriend closely hugged to his other side. 

You cut the cake. Sojin gets her slice and promptly whisks Jungkook away. 

By ten pm, you find yourself in his upstairs bathroom puking your guts out. It’s the carsickness, you tell yourself, or maybe the cake frosting, throat gagging around nothing, tears clinging to your lash line. But is it really?

“__?” someone says, and you make a weak attempt to turn towards the door. You don’t know what you expected— had you actually wanted Jungkook to find you in this sorry state? —but it isn’t Jungkook. “Shit, what happened?” Taehyung worries, hurrying to your aid. And you’re grateful that there’s someone here to help you, to save you from yourself and your stupid, heartbroken thoughts. But it’s not the man you want it to be, and that has you squeezing your eyes shut tightly, until the mascara on your lashes imprints itself against your under eyes instead. 

The man you want bumps into you downstairs, catches Taehyung helping you into the spare bedroom to lie down. “__?” Jungkook calls out, eyes big and scared. “Where— what’s going on?” he asks, thrusting his plate into Sojin’s hands before rushing to your side. He grabs your forearm, and the touch burns, so you yank yourself away. 

Faintly, you hear Taehyung explain. “She’s sick,” he says, pulling you closer. “She’s been out of it since she first got here. I think it was the long drive.” Yes, it was the long drive, you agree. 

Jungkook, unfazed by your first recoil, reaches for your arm again. “I’ve got her,” he tells Taehyung, underestimating his strength when he tugs you closer, has you stumbling into his chest. His rough handling makes your stomach tighten, your head feel dizzy. 

“Jungkook,” you gasp, hand on his chest. “Wait— I’m—“ And he’s trying to move you back up the stairs, probably into his bedroom to lie down. But the sight of the stairs and his overwhelming scent and the hickey on his neck, the hickey Sojin left on his neck, makes you nauseous all over again. 

Taehyung yelps in your defense. “Jungkook,” he scolds, carefully maneuvering you out of Jungkook’s harm’s way. “You’re making it worse.” 

From a few feet away, Sojin calls out his name. “Jungkook?” she says and her voice is so sweet, yet so sticky; it makes you gag. “Baby, they’re calling for you outside.” 

And everyone is saying his name, so he doesn’t know where to look, doesn’t know who to prioritize, not when everyone wants his attention. He looks at you, and your heart soars for a millisecond. Then it plummets when he settles on Sojin instead. “I— you’re right, Tae,” he sighs, backing off, letting go. “You got __, right?” Taehyung nods. “Call me if anything happens.”

And he leaves, slips his hand around Sojin’s waist and guides her out the door. He doesn’t look back, doesn’t even tell you to get better soon. He just leaves. 

Taehyung lays you down, doesn’t say a word when you start crying because he probably thinks it’s about your stomach and the vomiting. “It’s okay,” he soothes, helping you out of your shoes. “Does it hurt?”

Yes, you sob. It hurts very badly.

Copyright © 2021, 1kook on tumblr. absolutely NO reposts allowed.

#networkbangtan #jungkook #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #bts fic #jjk #bts x reader #swshd #mine

[simkhira]

I Have 300+ Gameplay Mods?! & Yes, They All Work Together...

Yes, you read that correctly. I have over 300 gameplay mods / overrides in my game. 340 to be exact. & Yes, they all work just fine together. By that I mean hardly any last exceptions / errors. So if you are looking for ways to spice up your game - here you go, sis:

⭐ = my ultimate faves

PLEASE SEE ALL 300+ LINKS ON YOUR MOBILE DEVICE! desktop tumblr won’t let us be great.

BIG DISCLAIMER: Use these mods at your own risk! Just because all 300+ of these mods work for me, does not mean they will work for you. ALSO - when patch day comes, do not refer to this list for the most up-to-date versions of mods… I will only be updating this list when I feel like I need to.

O K A Y

let’s start with... the basics:

MC Command Center ⭐

UI Cheats Extension ⭐

More Columns in CAS ⭐

No Mosaic ⭐

CAS Background

CAS Blob Remover

CAS Immersive Lighting

CAS Tidy Accessories + Details

New Loading Screens

Cube Map Remover ⭐

Into the Light (Lighting Mod)

Out of the Dark (Lighting Mod)

Twinkle Toes (Lighting Mod)

No Fade on Sims and Objects

Build/Buy Camera (Tab Mode) ⭐

Lot Trait Effects Hider

Smaller Plumbob ⭐

& then you need... realistic socialization:

Chat Pack ⭐

Whim Overhaul ⭐

Meaningful Stories ⭐

Personality Please

Better Elders

More Face to Face Conversation

Call Over Sims (Higher Distance)

Call Anytime + Chat Longer on the Phone

Unlisted Phone Numbers ⭐

Low Fun is Boring

Family Matters (Share Big News with Family Members)

Share More News ⭐

Congratulate More

Ask What Happened More

Conversation Tweaks

Chat Standing Still

No Stand Up to Greet

No Rude Intro Animation

No Flirty Animation

Apology Fix (Don’t Apologize if Your’re the Victim)

Angry Walk-style Only When VERY Angry

Less Intrusive Conversations

NPC’s Get Out of My Convo

Autonomous Parenthood Social Interactions

Autonomous Social Interactions

Reduced Idle Chatting

Know Your Coworkers / Classmates ⭐

More Away Actions

More Social Activities

Spend Weekend With

Teach Me the Rumbaism

now let’s talk about... realistic romance:

Chemistry System ⭐

Pillow Talk After Woohoo ⭐

No Shy First Kiss

No Woohoo Dance

Shower Woohoo Tweaks

No Romance for Family

Restricted Romance Interactions

Less Jealousy

Simda Dating App

Can I Come Over?

Date Night Event

Movie Night Event

Set Family Relationships ⭐

Set Extended Family Relationships ⭐

Bathroom Privacy Tweak

Bridal Shower Event

Bachelor(ette) Party Event

Auto Engagement / Wedding Ring ⭐

Vacation Weddings

Sit at Weddings

Better Wedding Presents ⭐

Honeymoon Event

Buy More Gifts from Phone

Ask for Romantic Massage

Realistic Divorce ⭐

Traumatic Divorce for Children

Improved Relationships

No Restaurant Bill When Invited ⭐

Faster Cooking at Restaurants ⭐

Better Food Quality at Restaurants

Finish Eating in Restaurants

Restaurant Guests Overhaul

Restaurant Sit Tweak

(can y’all tell that restaurants annoy me? lmao)

first comes love, then comes... pregnancy / toddler / kids / fur babies:

Ages Behavior Tweaks

Toddlers Spawn at Parks (with Parents)

More Children at Beaches

Pregnancy Overhaul

Rub Your Baby Bump (Small Pregnancy Overhaul)

Determine Baby’s Gender for All ⭐

Ultrasound Scans ⭐

Baby Shower Event

Amazing Birth (Rave About Your Delivery)

Advanced Birth Certificate ⭐

Sibling Care Tweaks

Make Less / Clean Less Mess

Auto Brush Teeth After Puking

Auto Put Activity Crafts into Inventory

Allow Toddlers to go to Services

No Call Out of High Chair

Toddler Power Nap

Better Toddler Milk

Better + Younger Nanny

Call a Babysitter ⭐

Call a Dog Walker

Shorter Dog Walks

Dog Walkers in Other Worlds

Scold All Pets

Sell Grown Up Pets

Pet Food Serving Overhaul

More Efficient Pet Brushing

Kids Can Walk Dogs

Kids Can Order Espresso

Kids Can Ride Bikes

Kids Have More Phone Interactions

Kids Can Cook

Kids Can Do Retail

Kids Can Garden

Kids Can Make Flower Arrangements

Kids Can Make Robots

Kids Can Workout

Kids Can Do Spa Activities

Kids Can Play Guitars

Kids Can Play Ping Pong

Birthday Anytime

Let Friends Age Up ⭐

No Auto Put Away Toys

No Auto Put Away Pet Toys

No Puddles Under Tubs (Toddler Bath)

Has to Pee Walk-style for Kids Only

Better Homework ⭐

Better Grade School ⭐

Better High School ⭐

Preschool for Toddlers ⭐

School Projects are Fun

More School Holidays

25 School Vacation Days

Prom Night Event ⭐

Sleepover Event

Pizza Party Event

Field Trip Event

Family Reunion Event

Pool Party Event

speaking of school... university:

Less Credits for Degree ⭐

University Costs More ⭐

University Holidays Fixed

Higher Scholarships ⭐

Rejection Letter

Harder Distinguished Degree Acceptance ⭐

Degree Required for Promotions

Faster Run to University Class

Teens Jump to University

Choose Your Helmet

Choose Your Roommates ⭐

Roommate Age-Checks

Roommate Significant Other Fix

Roommates No Random Outfit Changing

Roommates No Random Item Spawning in Dorms

Roommates No Spawning Meals

Roommates No Trash

Roommates Sleep All Night

Roommates Less Music

College Org Members Are Uni Students

Faster University Homework ⭐

Faster Tutoring Class

Copy Graduation Photos and Diploma

No Bad Microwave Buffs

No Ghosts on Campus

Sports Fixes

Game Day Event

Graduation Party Event

once you graduate... careers & aspirations:

Plan Career Outfit

Better Work Actions

Enlist in War ⭐

Live in Business

Faster Retail Actions

Faster Record / Edit Videos on Video Station⭐

Higher Acting Gig Payouts & Royalties ⭐

More Realistic Overmax Pay ⭐

Higher Payments for Paintings ⭐

Higher Royalties for Apps/Games ⭐

Higher Royalties for DJ Mixing ⭐

Higher Royalties for Lifestyle Brands ⭐

Higher Royalties for Song Lyrics ⭐

Higher Royalties for Music ⭐

Freelancer Edits are More Successful

Sketchpad No Fees

Campaign Rally Event

Visible Political Position

Watch Political Speeches at Podium

Retirement Party Event

The University Aspiration Pack ⭐

Accomplished Lady Aspiration

Family Aspiration

Grow Up Aspiration

Teacher’s Pet Aspiration

Knowledge Aspiration

Retirement Aspiration

Romance Aspiration

Famous Pastry Chef Aspiration

Twilight Years Aspiration

All-Rounder Aspiration

Programming Genius Aspiration

Travel and Culture Aspiration

Wellness Aspiration

9 to 5 Career Pack ⭐

Night Shift Career Pack ⭐

Part Time Career Pack ⭐

Fitness Career

Health and Beauty Career

Modeling Career

Journalism Career (Adult + Teen)

Trust Fund Career (Adult + Teen)

Welfare Recipient (Adult + Teen)

Saturday Jobs (Teens)

Oceanography Career (Teens)

Private Tutoring Career (Teens)

All Freelancer Careers (Teens)

Tutor (Odd Job)

Woohoo (Odd Job) - lmao

Art Show Event

hahaha... adulting sucks:

Basemental Alcohol ⭐

Happy Hour Event

SNB Realistic Bills ⭐

SNB Banking

Invest in Stocks

Lowered Thermostat Bills

Instant Thermostat ⭐

Auto Wrinkles for Adults

Life Decider 

House Warming Party (No More Fruitcake)

Door Knock Notification ⭐

Island Events Notifications ⭐

No Strangers Knocking at Your Door

Quick Showers / Baths ⭐

Shower + Bladder Reliever (don’t judge me)

Power Nap ⭐

Sleep All Night

Smarter Robot Vacuum

Functional Tide Pods

Clean Your Bedsheets

Auto Put Away Clothes

Auto Start/Dry Clothes

Laundry on Community Lots Costs

No Idle Laundry Animations / Sparkles

Don’t Prep Food Where You Angry Poop ⭐

Don’t Wash Dishes Where You Angry Poop ⭐

Eco Dishwasher

Faster Cooking ⭐

No Auto Set the Table

Ask to Cook, Bake, Grill

BBQ Event

Custom Food + Recipe’s ⭐

Custom Drinks + Recipe’s ⭐

Grannie’s Old Cookbook + Recipe’s ⭐

Bake Cupcakes in Oven

Coolers are Cooling

Advanced Fishing ⭐

Fishing Trip Event

Fish for Crabs, Lobster, & Shrimp

More Seafood Servings

More Snacks in Fridge

More Food at the Bar

More Food in the Cafe

Flea Market Every Sunday

Get to Church

just in case you... get famous:

No Fame Decay ⭐

Celebrities Never Reject Fans

Celebrities are Quarantined in Del Sol Valley ⭐

Get Famous Award Overhaul

Less Celebrity Reactions

Famous Sims Gain Followers Automatically

More Follower’s Resolution for Everyone

Free Staff (Chef, Barista, Bartender, etc.) ⭐

Gardeners and Maids on Weekends

Red Carpet Event

whatever you are... just be happy and healthy:

Fitness Controls ⭐

Balanced Calories ⭐

Go for a Walk

Hiking Increases Herbalism Skill

Power Workouts

Athletic Outfit in Winter ⭐

Healthy Drinks

Improved Meditation Stool

Improved Spa Day Tablet

Improved Yoga Mat ⭐

Craftable Pottery

Less Elder Exhaustion

Less Sickness

Longer Basketball Games

More Fun Stuff

Online Gaming with Headsets

and I can’t forget these... more gameplay mods:

NPC Controller ⭐

Improved Autonomy

Simulation Lag Fix

Simulation Timeline Unclogger

Improved Autonomy During Loading Screens ⭐

No Empty Venues When Arriving ⭐

No Temperature Deaths ⭐

No Death from Murphy Bed

No React to Stranger’s Death

Realistic Death (Mortem) ⭐

Memorial Event

Freezing Sims Don’t Turn Blue ⭐

More Club / Holiday Icons

Make Hidden Holiday Traditions Selectable

Random Holiday Traditions

Wellness Traditions

More Holiday Icons

Less Rain More Sun

Less Snow More Sun

Summer Blow-Out Event

Christmas Eve Event

New Year’s Eve Bash Event

No Ugly Rain Outfits

More Umbrella Variations in World

Open Umbrella on Rainy Days Only

No More Broken Umbrellas

Destroy Leaf Piles ⭐

Dress Code Lot Trait

Gender and More Lot Trait

Preferences Lot Trait

Add Sims to Groups During Events

No Auto Club Gathering ⭐

Flower Arrangements Slower Decay

Take Photo Overhaul (Moschino Stuff) ⭐

Snorkel Everywhere

Don’t Turn NPC’s into Spellcasters

No Role Outfits for Sages

ROM Portal Only for Spellcasters

& you also need these... much-needed overrides:

More Sponge Colors

More Sippy Cup Colors

More Dog Leash Colors

White Ice Skates

Better Food Textures (All of Them) ⭐

Hidden Bassinet ⭐

iPhone X Phone Replacement

Playing Cards Replacement

Military Salute Overhaul

Small Saucer Light ⭐

Working Medicine Cabinet ⭐

Working Alarm Clocks ⭐

Realistic Fighting Animation 

Oasis Springs + Island Living Palm Trees ⭐

special thank you to all of the wonderful mod creators! seriously, I could not play this game without you guys... (no, really.) There are way too many of you guys to name without missing someone... so if you reblog this, all I ask is that you please tag your favorite modders! (& maybe even add your favorite mods?)

#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #s4 #s4 mods #the sims 4 mods #sims 4 mods #simkhira #prettyxsimblr #s4cc #ts4cc #reblog to save a life #mods 2020 #ultimate mods list

[ed-recoverry]

gross symptoms of restrictive eating disorders ed tumblr conveniently forgets to glamorize:

(from my experience with anorexia)

-violent and painful poop. maybe once every two weeks. pure liquid and it feels like you are torn in half. i would run baths before i went because i knew how much it would hurt.

-death breath. get all the gum and mouth wash you want, it won’t matter. you may get sick enough where 5 calorie gum is too many calories like i did and just walk around with death breath.

-unhealthy skin. tons of big pimples. dry and flaky skin including from your scalp. dry cuticles that always peel and hurt and bleed. often get infected as well.

-loud stomach that, yes, everyone hears. while this isn’t necessarily gross, it does make you feel icky. people do hear it, your worries are correct.

-awareness of your body. once again, this is a more internal grossness. but you feel physically uncomfortable just existing. hyper awareness of your body. it makes you super anxious and it’s all you can focus on.

-weakness leads to lack of caring about hygiene. i couldn’t stand in the shower. i would take baths where i just ducked my head under the water and got out. all photos from a couple years ago my hair is always super greasy because i rarely washed it. you never brush your teeth as well because you usually just stop caring.

-constantly getting sick, especially colds. always super stuffy and soar throats (especially if you purge). aches and pains. advil can only do so much.

some honorable mentions: getting hairy, constant headaches, bruising (it’s a lot less glamorous than you realize), chronic fatigue and weakness, and cramping and stomach aches

#mental health #mental illness #mental health information #mental illness infographic #positivity #infographic #mental health infographic #self care #self help #info #mental illness awareness #mental health awareness #ed recovery #recovery #pro recovery #i want to be sk1nny #getting skiny #c🦋 #c 🌧 #c 🦋 #c🌧 #4na #pr0 4n4 #only pr0 for myself #male 4na #low cal ed #eating problems #an0rex1c #3atingdisord3r #ed diet

[missorgana]

words hung above, but never would form

pairing: bucky barnes/sam wilson

fandom: mcu, what if...?

rating: mature

word count: 3500

warning: swearing, alcohol, major character death, blood, guns

summary: What might've happened after the zombie apocalypse broke out, before the last team of heroes was formed, and how Bucky Barnes lost Sam Wilson. (pre-canon fic to what if... zombies!?)

(a few days ago i posted this very painful angst fic i thought of after the zombies episode of what if...? so here i am dropping it on tumblr as well!! i apologise, please know that it broke my heart to write this. uhm. that’s all!)

read on ao3

It’s been three months since they lost Steve.

Well, since the world lost most of the Avengers, really. And since the world lost most of its, uh, regular people anyway.

It’s a dark world full of shit and blood and brains out there now, yet Bucky’s taking his cold shower in the morning and cannot bring himself to care much. Sounds harsh, he knows.

He knew nothing of this new world and new time except his best friend, so of fucking course, Steve being… not Steve made him feel like there was no fucking point to anything. If the Avengers couldn’t beat this zombie virus? Yeah, there’s no hope for humanity anymore.

Except… except the man who greets him in the morning, handing him a plate of pancakes without even asking if he wanted some and pinning yet another red pin on their vastly growing map of ghost towns. Those are fully infected spots, by the way. Nothing left but the undead. The map is turning overwhelmingly red overwhelmingly fast.

The man hovering at said map also hands him his coffee, puts on one of the records from their LP stash, and smiles his sunny, stupid grin before ruffling Bucky’s hair and telling him he missed a spot.

Yeah, the world’s become even more of a dog eat dog world than before.

But Bucky Barnes’ got Sam Wilson. And nothing else matters.

*

It’s ironic really, that when he’s gotten out of cryo, that he’s finally rid of the Hydra programming and torture and pain he’s endured for years, and at the same time, someone somewhere got bitten and humanity’s become a walking all you can eat buffet. Perfect timing.

Of course, Steve’s never fled from a fight in his life, so honestly? Bucky can’t exactly say he’s surprised. He is- sorry,  was  an Avenger after all. The little shit.

What does surprise him, however, is finding himself growing closer to Sam, Steve’s friend who for some reason, somehow, was just as intent on finding him as Steve was. And… helping him. Saving him.

Bucky never understood why. He still doesn’t. He hates himself for everything they made him do, he’ll probably continue hating himself for as long as he lives, no matter how much he tries to suppress it, but Sam doesn’t. 

Sam fought for him, fought with him, visited him in Wakanda and took him back to a somewhat normal life before… you know. Now they’ve found a safehouse after losing everyone they had, except each other, and they’ve zombie-proofed to the best of their ability.

And life with Sam, well, Bucky could get used to it. In fact, he gets used to it very quickly.

Sam smiles so easily at him and doesn’t look at him like he’s a broken man who needs to be fixed. Sam doesn’t look at him with resentment, or pity, he just… looks at him. 

It’s hard to explain.

Thing is, nothing makes sense. The violence that keeps on going and going doesn’t make sense, Bucky losing his best friend in the world doesn’t make sense, the streets being abandoned and houses vacant and survival being a constant factor in life now doesn’t make sense.

But the man he’s hiding out with makes sense. He makes so much sense. The only thing that makes sense anymore.

His existence is constant, he’s there for him when he lets him and when he doesn’t, he gives him space. The shorter man is as if the sun was living and breathing, and himself, well, he’s the moon. He’s just trying to stay in Sam's orbit.

Chasing after him. Circulating. Bashing in everything he’s willing to give him.

The scruffy beard he’s let grow, and him humming to himself while he’s working on Redwing, and the wheezing, carefree laugh he can’t stop when Bucky suggests they watch a zombie movie one night. He tells Sam not to overwork himself and he promises not to, and the other man tells him to let him know what’s going on in his head, and hell, Bucky tells him. He tells him everything.

In fact, it’s the same night they  do  watch a zombie movie, frequently pointing out the inaccuracies and turning it into a drinking game with the terrible, terrible booze they swiped from the supermarket, that he looks at the short haired man dozing off on his shoulder and realises that this is the most peace he’s ever had.

It’s basically an apocalypse outside, but Bucky can’t get himself to look away from Sam’s eyelashes fluttering lightly as he slips off to sleep.

Their legs are tangled into each other on the coffee table, the microwave popcorn long abandoned, one of his friend’s hands resting on his thigh.

His beard scratches his shoulder, but he doesn’t mind. Sam has asked him if he should shave it several times, but God no, never. That beard’s been doing a lot of things to him - all good, of course.

He turns down the volume a bit. Sam looks peaceful. He hasn’t been sleeping much, he knows neither of them have, and where’s the time for it, anyway? He’s glad he is now.

Bucky can’t get himself to move, fearing waking the short haired man from his slumber, and for a minute, the outside world is far, far away from their reality.

Sam looks incredibly soft in that ripped sweater and sweatpants and the snore he lets out is no less than adorable.

It’s like- he looks at this man, and suddenly it’s like everything just falls back into place.

He looks soft in the morning over breakfast and hazy eyes, soft in the evening when he says goodnight, soft when he’s clutching the photos of his nephews (AJ and Cass were their names, he’s learned), soft when he’s retelling a memory with his parents on the family boat, soft when they both muse about Steve and his dumb shenanigans.

He looks something entirely different when he’s shirtless out of the shower and tiny droplets still fall down his chest and abs and Bucky struggles to breathe, every damn time. He only realises now why that is.

Sam is like a sunset, because Bucky wants nothing more than to wake up to this man and nothing else every day, till the end of time. What more could he wish for?

He’s beautiful. Bucky doesn’t think he’s called anyone, or anything beautiful before.

Looking back, he can’t see anymore how they could argue and bicker and annoy each other, and doesn't understand why. He’s wasted so much fucking time doing that. Not anymore. He could never go back to that, it would most likely kill him. Steve would be thrilled if he could see them now, wouldn't he?

And while this realization dawns upon him, washing over him like the biggest wave you could possibly imagine, he wonders if Sam feels the same when he looks at him.

Does he feel safe falling asleep on his shoulder like this? Does he find everlasting comfort in his smile like he does in his, does he wake up hoping and praying to see his smile, just once? Does he do everything he can think of to make him look at him, like he tries every single day?

He can only dream.

Huh. So this is what it’s like to be in love. Bucky doesn’t hate it.

*

It’s only a month after his life-changing realization of the sort that couldn't make him concentrate on everything else, that Bucky decides today is the day. He’s going to confess his feelings for his friend.

And this is something in the middle of chaos, something he’s never experienced before. He’d never thought he’d practice his words in the mirror like a nervous teenager, but alas.

Sam Wilson, I’m in love with you.  No. No, it’s too short. Think, James. What does he make you feel?

Sam, you’re the last thing I think about when I go to sleep and the first thing I think about when I wake up. Sam, I want to see you smile every day. Sam, I want to make you happy… as happy, as… happy as you make me.

Too long? Shit. 

Sam, you’re the only good in this piece of shit world. I love you. Sam hates when he’s that pessimistic, though, and always tells him to cheer up, even in the middle of a zombie invasion. Another reason why he loves him.

Sam, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Nothing I wouldn't do to see you happy. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy.

His stream of thought is interrupted by faint clanging in the kitchen of their safehouse. Bucky sighs. He’s not sure this is going to be perfect, he wants it to be.

He has to go, he has to try. Now or never.

Except… the smile he’s come to anticipate every single morning isn’t there to meet him. Instead, he sees Sam suited up, wing pack on his back, gloves on, looking through one of their many folders they’ve filled up with theories of the infection and safe spots and danger zones and everything else.

Bucky frowns, looks at him in silence for a moment. Maybe he’ll try a joke, “Going somewhere?”

His friend hums without looking, “I’m going to catch Steve.”

Sorry,  what? What the fuck? 

Sam did not just say what he thinks he said. He didn’t. He couldn’t have.

This is why he blinks in disbelief, for the first time rendered speechless by the other man. Sam looks up at him, face glazed over by determination and confusion by his own reaction, most like. Then, worry overtakes his usually warm, deep brown eyes, ones that he could drown himself in and never come out of.

“You okay, Bucky?” he asks, and Bucky clenches his jaw.

“You’re going to… catch him,” he says, a statement rather than a question. It’s Sam’s turn to frown, but he nods.

“Yes. Catch him and bring him back.”

“You’re joking,” he laughs in sheer denial, but the seriousness in his friend’s face is scaring him, “Sam… tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

Oh, this is just not happening. This world lets him fall in love with the most perfect person he knows and then lets that very same person be so fucking stupid?

Bucky can’t let him go. Bucky can’t lose him.

“What, then?” he asks, one hand on his hip, “Invite him over and let him eat our brains, just like that?”

“ Bucky. We’re going to catch him, and then we’ll cure him.”

He laughs, loudly. Okay, this is just hilarious. Sam Wilson is the most perfect person in this world exactly because of this- because he believes this world is still able to be saved. Because he believes it’s  worth saving . Fucking hell. 

“You found a cure you’re not telling me about?”

Sam sighs, scratching his chin, “Come on, Buck. I talked to Hope-”

“Who?”

“Hope Van Dyne. The Wasp,” the shorter man explains, “She lost her parents, and Scott Lang, remember?”

Bucky shrugs, but nods.

“Well, she’s been recruiting those of us who survived. Who’s left. And she thinks there might be a way to reverse the virus, her father brought it from the, uh… Quantum Realm.” Sam’s about to hand him one of the folders, but he crosses his arms, and shakes his head, then.

God, Bucky’s well aware how stubborn he is. Sam has told him plenty of times.

But he’ll be damned if he lets the man go just like that. He’s not letting him get hurt.

“That’s not happening,” he says shortly. His friend’s frown deepens.

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re not going after that thing.”

The man turns to him completely, wide-eyed and shock written all over his features. “ That thing? ” he huffs, “That thing is our friend.”

“Not anymore, Sam. I’m not letting you get yourself killed by the undead.”

“He’s not dead,” Sam says. His voice raised. He looks- he doesn't look soft anymore. There’s no trace of that smile that gives Bucky shivers down his spine. He looks… upset. He’s upset. Fucking shit.

Why can’t he-  fuck , can he not try to be a fucking hero right now? That’s why Steve’s gone. Why can’t he see that?

“You’re being irrational,” Bucky tells him, feeling the anger rise within him,  this is not how it was supposed to go, stay with me-

“Oh, I’m being irrational?” Sam laughs, sarcasm evident in his voice, “There might be a cure. We might get Steve back, Buck. And I can take care of myself, you know.”

“I know, but-”

“But, what?” he sighs, again. The irritation is flowing between them, Bucky’s freaking out, and above all, Sam looks… he looks disappointed.

This is the worst he’s felt in his whole fucking life. He can’t disappoint the only person that matters to him. Yet he did.

“What if Hope’s wrong, Sam? It’s pointless, most of the population’s infected anyway, it would take forever to get everyone-”

“You’ve got that little faith in me?”

No. No no no.  Sam, no. I love you. I love you so much it pains me to see you like this, I never meant to hurt you, I didn’t-

“We’ve lost too many, Sam!” he finds himself yelling, none of the words scrambled in his brain making it out. He’s the most stupid of them, obviously, not that he wasn’t aware. “I know you believe these people can be saved, and your hope is incredible, but can you please… not go?”

“I’m an Avenger, Bucky. It’s what I do. It’s what Steve did.”

“It’s what got Steve turned.”

This seems to be something Sam has to ponder over, because a rather uncomfortable silence settles between them. His friend’s eyes soften somewhat, but his teeth are still gritted, as are his own. Would be inappropriate to confess his undying love to the other man now, wouldn’t it?

“I do believe they can be saved,” his friend eventually speaks up, “I believe that because I  need  to. I lost my parents, Sarah, Steve, Natasha. I have to try.”

See, that makes sense. Another reason why Bucky fucking loves him and wants to kiss his stupid fucking face and beg him not to go. But he doesn’t.

“It’s too risky, Sam, it’s not safe.”

“I told you, I can take care of myself.”

Bucky holds in a whine, embarrassing,  desperate , “I know you can! You’re a fucking hero. You’re one of the best, Sam, you are. I wish I was that brave, I just-”

“Then why won’t you let me do this?” his friend asks in frustration, “Why won’t you let me try?”

I can’t lose you. “Because I lo-”

The words are interrupted by a loud bang. Sam closes his mouth immediately, tight-lipped. Bucky’s mouth hangs open, voice disappearing. Another bang. Then a moan reaches them from somewhere far away.

Their eyes widen in synchron as they look at each other, eye contact unwavering. They both know what that sound means.

Someone’s coming in. Someone not human.

*

Whatever’s found them, it’s on the roof, and it’s trying its hardest to get in, so Bucky’s got to shut his mind off and get ready.

Not only is he stupid enough to start a fight with Sam, they also get discovered by one of the zombies. Fan-fucking-tastic. They run to opposite ends of the safehouse, trying to locate exactly where the intruder’s at.

Bucky follows the sound into the hallway, past the bathroom, while Sam stays behind in the kitchen, machine gun pointed at the ceiling. He could not have picked a worse time to speak his feelings than today, could he? Well done, James.

And as if this day isn’t already bad enough, he can’t hear the groaning from the roof anymore.

“Sam!” he yells, because it doesn’t matter if the brain-eater hears them, “I lost it.”

“I hear them,” his friend yells back, prompting Bucky to make his way back, adrenaline pumping, feeling the sweat running down his back, “They’re on- Bucky! Buck-”

A crash. The biggest fucking crash he’s ever heard. Silence.

No.

“Sam?!” 

“I’m here,” he hears the other man’s coughing, “It’s Steve. It’s Steve! Steve, hey, okay, now stay right there-”

Bucky’s officially panicking. This is not happening.  It’s not .

He’s running so fast he stumbles over his own feet. At the same time, he feels as if he’s frozen on the spot. He’s not sure what’s real anymore.

“Sam, I’m coming-”

Sam  screams . And Bucky’s heart is torn out of his chest and smashed onto the floor.

It’s the most earth shattering scream Bucky’s ever heard. It reaches him and goes inside every bone in his body and clouds his vision and makes him want to scream in anger.  Sam. Sam. Sam. I need him. I need you.

Yet, when he reaches the living room, he sees nothing at first but rubble and smoke. The roof’s broken down. And in the middle of it, a figure is huddled over another lying on the floor, eerily still.

No. This isn’t real.

He might even convince himself he’s dreaming, he really might, because his vision is still clouded, and his teeth are still gritted so hard he bites the inside of his cheek, until the figure turns around and he’s met with a familiar face.

Steve Rogers.

But it isn’t his Steve, it could never be, because this Steve? This one’s a walking corpse. Sickly pale skin and blood between his teeth and red eyes looking back at Bucky with no memory or remorse. And on the floor-

On the floor… on the floor- He can’t be. He’s- Sam is-  Sam .

“Sam,” is all Bucky can say, feeling like a broken record. His voice breaks, and the undead fucker in front of him doesn’t move an inch.

Sam is bitten.  My Sam. I love you. I love you so fucking much and that’s why I didn’t want you to go, you perfect idiot, I love you-

He’s clutching the machine gun too hard, his knuckles are turning white, but he can’t do anything.

“That’s enough, Steve,” he finds himself addressing him. It doesn’t faze the thing in front of him, but that’s not surprising. It’s not his friend anymore, “Enough.”

Then a moan sounds, but it doesn’t come from Steve’s mouth. The figure on the floor rises, slowly. Sam Wilson. But he isn't his Sam anymore.

Sam looks at him. There’s nothing in his eyes, they’re empty. No warmth, no safety, not anymore.

He’s gone, but he can’t make himself believe it.

The thing that used to be his friend… the man he’s in love with, the man he wanted to spend every day with, every day for the rest of his life, if only he’d let him, that monster that’s destroyed the most beautiful soul on this shitty earth, hollowed him out and taken his body,  that monster groans again.

Then, both figures move. The fuckers are moving in one direction, and that’s towards him.

They’re not fast, Bucky backs away, but his eyes are soon clouded by hot streams of tears running down his face. He can’t hold them back. He can’t control himself. He can’t control anything, not anymore.

So he raises his gun, “Sam,” he whispers, well aware no one’s going to respond, “Sam, I’m so sorry. This is my fault. This is all my-”

He squeezes his eyes shut, ready to fire all the ammo he’s got into his two undead friends, but he opens them again, looks back at them. They’re hungry. They’re still moving.

Bucky can’t breathe.

He wipes at his tears angrily, looking back and forth between those two dead fuckers and hovers his finger over the trigger, but he can’t… he can’t. He only realises in this second. He can’t shoot.

They’re not themselves anymore  , he reminds himself.  They’re gone.

But Sam’s warm voice full of peace and sunshine and lazy laughter and fleeting, shy touching of hands pops up in his head.  That thing is our friend. He’s not dead. Those things are your best friend and the love of your life, James.

The zombies keep coming closer and Bucky bites his tongue.

“Shit.”

He lowers his gun, and because he doesn’t know what else to do, he knocks over the coffee table, then the TV, then the potted plant that Sam loves-  loved so much, and runs as fast as he can, not looking back. He hears more crashes, the distraction hopefully successful, but doesn’t slow down.

Bucky escapes out the back door, jumps in the car and pushes the speeder.

Sam Wilson, I’m so in love with you, I can’t think about anything else. You’re the only one for me. I love you. And now you’re gone because of me. I didn’t get to tell you.

He doesn’t know what to do, or where he’s going, except- he needs to find Hope Van Dyne. He has to.

#mine #my writing #sambucky #winterfalcon #fanfiction #marveledit #mcu #what if? #marvel fanfiction #sam x bucky #mature rating #tw: death #tw: blood #tw: alcohol #tw: guns #tw: swearing #pre canon #domestic fluff #lost love #miscommunication #angst #love confession #bucky barnes pov #eloquencenet #writerscreed #mcusociety #sabrinasfamily #meghansfamily #lutkasfamily #mcuedit

[gothhisoka]

𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖞

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 18- 𝔞 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

Fandom: Hunter x Hunter

Ships: Chrollo x Reader, Leorio x Kurapika, Hisoka x Illumi

Genre: romance, dark academia, royalcore, university AU

Word count: 3k

Background: This is from my (gothhisoka) fanfic on Wattpad and AO3 called Hunter University. It is Chrollo x OC, but I decided to change it around for Tumblr. Both Chrollo and y/n are hiding things from each other but are both feeling the same attraction. A masquerade ball is held at your university. You don’t know if he even wants to dance with you, but apparently he does. He wants to do even more than that.

Tags: Fluff, first kiss, sfw

The masquerade hall was astounding. The high stone walls were adorned with scarlet silk banners. Golden fabric streamers hung from every banister of the second-level balconies. As in the entrance, symbols of cherubs and mythical creatures were splashed across the ceiling in a dizzying array. The light was dim, for all the chandeliers were set low in the traditional style of Venetian masquerades. Candelabras were scattered on every table and upon every wall.

Symphonic music was emanating from the open stage in the front of the room. A live orchestra was playing a gentle concerto as the students poured in. It was only 7:10, so not many were on the floor. The true dancing would start in another couple of minutes.

It was a scene out of a fairytale. The hundreds of breathtakingly dressed students only added to the general fervor of it all.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Chrollo said as he looked towards you. It was unclear whether he was talking about the room or how you looked tonight. Your bright eyes shone out underneath a bronze mask, which was catching the candlelight within its shiny material.

Still entranced, you were led by Chrollo to the table they had reserved. The troupe followed behind, engrossed in their conversation while you both remained in your own little world. He put his hand on the small of your back, simply aching to touch you once again. The feeling was mutual.

On the table, there were glasses already set up accompanied by a lavish bouquet of flowers. Uvogin pulled out a couple of bottles of champagne he clearly swiped from the restaurant. Everyone dropped off their bags at the table.

It appeared as if not all of the troupe members would be dancing. Franklin was already seated with his arms crossed. You looked at him questioningly, after which he said, "I have to guard the stuff." It was clear by his tone that he actually meant "I don't like to dance."

You smiled placidly and nodded in understanding. He was an unusual sort of guy. She was beginning to like him already. In fact, the whole Phantom Troupe was becoming gradually more likable as the night progressed.

You looked for Kurapika to bid him one last warning before he got whisked away by Leorio. By the time she spotted him, it was already too late.

You watched as Kurapika scratched at the back of his head, suddenly unaware of what to do with his arms. He was apparently awestruck by his dance partner's appearance.

The two made their shy greetings. Kurapika reached for his hand as any chivalrous partner would do. 

Soon a waltz commenced, floating around the room. A subtle violin and cello duet beckoned people out onto the floor.

You watched as Kurapika led Leorio out, their suit jackets glimmering synchronously as the lights passed. They took position still near their group's table, but far enough to have room to dance.

The wide floor soon filled with numerous other couples. Hisoka led Illumi out alongside Uvogin and Nobunaga. Hisoka and Illumi were practically professional dancers from the very start, moving to an elaborate step that drew the attention of all the students. People nearly cleared the floor to make room for them. This annoyed Illumi to no end, while Hisoka displayed a wild grin. They twirled, dipped, and did intricate step sequences, unquestionably rehearsed to perfection.

The rest were not as remarkably polished. Still, they appeared to be equally enjoying themselves.

Leorio and Kurapika laughed as one of them accidentally stepped upon the other toes or missed a movement. While they lacked coordination, they surely didn't lack chemistry. This was a good sign.

You could see their mouths moving but the music drowned out their voices. Kurapika attempted to guide Leorio in the basic box step, turning him once in a while. 

Most ignored the cameramen or simply didn't notice them lurking in hidden spots. You had some otherworldly feeling that sensed them under the shadows in the balconies. 

"Are you done watching?" Chrollo asked, holding his hand out to you just as Kurapika had done with Leorio.

You hadn't realized you were still staring out towards the masked partners on the floor. The ball was entirely overwhelming; the sound, the rapid movements, and the room itself were causing your head to spin.

Nonetheless, you snapped out of it and processed what Chrollo had just said. You just got offered a dance. A dance with him. 

You knew his indicative gestures were leading somewhere. That somewhere was here, into his arms. 

In front of hundreds of students, not to mention journalists itching to get a photo of the boy who was so famous. Not to mention his dance partner, who was no more than a low-level hunter wannabe.

Now's not the time to get nervous. This is what you wanted. Isn't it?

You stared down at his hand as if to ask "for me?"

You peered up to see the most gentle face slowly becoming riddled with doubt.

"This is what you want, isn't it?"

Is it? 

Now that you are actually here, in the position that used to be visible only in your imagination, you feel immense pressure.

In these weeks past, you didn't even question what you were getting herself into. To be fair, you weren’t sure what this night would be, exactly. Would you be met with a closed-off boy whose coldness warded you away or the courteous man who would rather teach you nen lessons than see you fail?

Is it even safe to get this close?

Chrollo's personality had shifted in the span of the night. It became full of genuine interest rather than his usual impassive curiosity. He, as a person, was becoming all the more real.

Real was dangerous.

This stream of consciousness only took a second. It took one look into Chrollo's eyes to know what your answer would be.

"This is what I want."

It was the first step. No, rather it was your first leap off a skyscraper.

You were falling. Hard.

His grip was delicate, holding your hand as if it was made of glass. Chrollo felt strange, being so unsure. He was normally an expert at figuring out people– what they felt and why they acted the way they did. 

You, on the other hand, were a labyrinth. He had always been so hesitant for this reason. Chrollo needed to be able to figure out a person in order to get close to them. With you, there was something buried deeper than you let on. It was virtually impossible to uncover. You put up almost as good of a front as Chrollo.

Or perhaps it was Chrollo's own mind that was muddied at the thought of you. His intentions versus yours, his morals versus yours. It all began to matter very much. What would he think in the end, after he got out of your what he so desired?

Nevermind that now. For Chrollo was feeling a mutual enthusiasm that you were plainly exhibiting. He led you out to the floor.

The Phantom Troupe watched with apprehension. They weren't used to their boss being so amiable. He couldn't be swayed by a simple person, and yet here he was.

"Can you dance?" Chrollo turned to you, putting an arm upon your shoulder. You already almost melted under the single touch.

You had reached the middle of the floor, far from the troupe. Was he that confident in his own dancing? The center could be viewed from all sides and balconies. You were sure to stand out.

"Not well," you said candidly.

Chrollo began a light step, swaying from side to side. This newfound tenderness was surprising. He was treating you as if you were a queen. And you couldn't get enough of it.

Wanting to grasp for more of this certain side of him, you said, "I can do more than this."

"As you wish," Chrollo said with a gracious smile.

He immediately followed a more complicated step, falling in line with the other couples on the floor. You pretended to ignore their whispers.

Just as you thought. He is an incredible dancer.

Every time you struggled to keep up he would adjust his pace. You worked like hands on a clock, moving as if set to one another's rhythm. The music now was a quicker allegro beat.

Your attire fanned out as you turned: your right hand in his, your arm on his shoulder. 

Now it was the students' turn to stare at Chrollo and you. It was unclear if it was because they recognized the boy under the mask, or they were observing the electrifying chemistry.

You couldn't help but beam as you sailed across the floor. Chrollo did not break eye contact and you did your best to do the same. 

A feeling overcame you as you continued to hold his hand in yours. It couldn't be described as fireworks or sparks, as often depicted by the romance novels she's read. It was more of an awakening.

Despite the weather turning cold, you felt as if it was spring. A revival. Things were blossoming, the rain washed away the grey of winter.

He was your spring.

It was odd. For Chrollo could be explained more effectively as ominous and intimidating, unlike a bright spring day. He should've been cold stone walls, closed doors, secret passageways.

But no, he was warmth itself.

If only you would turn away for a second you would notice a coldness settle that hadn't been there before. 

The way he looked tonight in his dazzling suit and mask, the way he said all those uncharacteristically gracious words: these were the things you would have etched in your memory for a very, very long time. Now, without Chrollo it would feel as if something were missing.

You would not realize this yet, as you were still in a state of pure elation. It was only the beginning.

But this was the connection you felt. Having it defined opened up a world of possibilities. 

Who would've known, it all came into fruition at a masquerade ball.

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After a couple more songs, you left the floor. Sweat prickled at your brow. You were left panting after a rapid final dance.

Several students couldn't help but clap. You hadn't even done a thing. You were sure it was Chrollo's dancing that gained all the attention.

"You're better than I expected," you said.

Chrollo brushed back his hair which had fallen in his face with all the movement.  "I would say the same to you, y/n." He smiled, sizing your up.

You didn't dispute his return of the compliment. He was right. 

At the group table, Kurapika and Leorio were sitting drinking glass after glass of the bootlegged champagne. It would've been inappropriate to bring alcohol to such a prestigious event if many other tables weren't doing the same. Apparently, the students here did know how to have a good time.

Chrollo went to talk to Franklin as you sat next to Leorio and Kurapika.

"You both were amazing!" Leorio exclaimed as you approached. 

You grinned, "Where have you two been?"

"We were on the floor too, didn't you see us?"

You tried to laugh it off, "No... I was a little distracted." 

To be fair, you didn't notice the cameras, the students, or the other dancers either. 

"Sooo are you two going back out?" Leorio asked, leaning on his hand. His words slurred slightly.

You looked over your shoulder at Chrollo. He looked serious as he talked to Franklin. "I'm not sure. Are you two?"

"Yes, we plan on trying the group dance. Just like we practiced," Kurapika said, giving you a knowing look.

The synchronized dance was the signature of the ball. All those who learned it were allowed to participate. It was the last dance, so they would still be sitting for a while. The time was now around 9:00 and the hall would be closed by 12:00 a.m.

Before they could converse any further, Chrollo gently put a hand on your shoulder. "Sorry to interrupt, but I have something to show you, y/n."

He held his hand out again. This time you took it with no hesitation. 

"Ok," you leaped up, flattening out your dress.

You were all too willing to go wherever Chrollo pleased. There wasn't even a point where she needed to remind herself who this man was. His charm had influenced you too far already. There was no going back.

Kurapika gave you a warning look. You threw him back a smile. This did nothing to reassure him.

Chrollo interlaced his fingers slowly with yours, hesitating as you crossed under the balconies. You could've dissolved right then and there. It only further confirmed his gentlemanly attitude and respect towards you.

You couldn't even look at him. You felt your face growing hotter by the second. Thank god for a mask and several layers of foundation.

To your surprise, you were led far from the dance floor. You ended up at a small door in a quiet corner of the ballroom. The spot was underneath the alcoves and not a soul was in sight. Moonlight poured in from the tiny stained-glass windows.

"It's through here," Chrollo said, his voice barely audible over the orchestral music.

"Do I get to know where you're taking me?" You stopped in your tracks. You were thinking of what Kurapika would say. Even though you would follow him at the drop of a coin, you weren’t that stupid. He is a man, before all else. 

Something flashed in Chrollo's eyes. Was he hurt by your sudden distrust? 

"I'll show you. I promise you'll like it," Chrollo replied, creaking open the door.

There was nothing at first, only darkness. But stepping through the door bestowed an even more enchanting sight than the ballroom.

You gasped, "I didn't realize there was a courtyard out here."

Chrollo looked at you as if he were seeing you the first time tonight again. The profile of your face was highlighted by the moonlight. your jawline was your only feature that stood out, the rest of your was soft under the haze of darkness. The surrounding blue contrasted against your fading red lipstick. your hair had grown significantly more disheveled but it still looked utterly smooth. If Chrollo was bolder he would've run his hand through it and took you by your waist and done things he surely would regret for initiating too soon... he wanted to savor the moment when it inevitably came.

He smiled, despite himself. Neither of you noticed the cold, still warmed from dancing only moments ago. Chrollo watched as your eyes soaked in the scene before you.

It seemed as if the bushes and trees saved their last breaths for this space alone. Fall leaves hung over a gravel path. Ivy snaked up the surrounding structures, all encapsulating the tiny yard. A small table sat in the center of the path upon which a lantern was placed. He had come prepared.

The whole night: he had anticipated it all. He had realized your love, and, at this moment, you realized his. What he had yet to figure out was the depth of those feelings or where they came from. Or, most importantly, what was tucked underneath those feelings. That was what tonight was for.

The orchestra still echoed faintly through the ancient walls.

"Shall we dance? I never did like dancing in front of a crowd,"

You redirected your eyes to an equally beautiful scene. You were still in reverence. It was obvious now that he had planned it all.

Your heart swelled like an ocean wave, but all you could manage to get out was, "Are we supposed to be here?"

Chrollo looked at you dangerously, "To remind you, I'm not supposed to be anywhere." 

Before you could say another word, Chrollo stepped forward and lifted both his and your own mask off of your faces. 

"There."

Chrollo's undivided visage was in view now. The curve of his nose and tops of his cheekbones caught the light of the moon. His downcast eyelashes were full, framing his silver eyes.

As for Chrollos view, he simply needed to see your whole face to be sure that what you felt was really true. When he saw the arching of your lips and widened eyes, he knew it was.

He grasped your hand in preparation to waltz, deliberately intertwining his hand with yours. 

Timed perfectly, the music slowed. It was a couples' number. Inevitably, this had also somehow been planned by Chrollo.

This dancing was quite different than before. It was full of significance.

The song picked up with a violin. Chrollo pulled you close, your bodies almost touching. Your heat radiated off of one another. You felt almost giddy with attraction. What you wanted to do to him was far past your confidence, but you wanted it all the same.

His eyes didn't leave yours. A slight smile persisted on his lips. He hadn't enjoyed himself so much in years. And the last time he felt something like this, it wasn't nearly as genuine.

You swayed from side to side with only the moonlight and distant concerto guiding your steps. You made a move to rest your head on his shoulder. It was so that you could not look into his eyes as you spoke your next words. You snaked your arms behind his neck while he placed his around your hips. It felt good to be so close. You felt secure in his arms.

You really hoped this was going where she thought it was. But you needed to be certain.

"I want to know if this is true," you whispered, breaking the tranquil silence. Your breath was hot against his neck. It drove him absolutely mad. 

Unknowingly, you had echoed back the words Chrollo had been retracing in his head throughout the night. Is this true?

He feigned ignorance of the meaning behind your statement. "What's true?" Chrollo whispered back.

"Is all this premeditation for something else? Another scheme?"

Chrollo suddenly turned serious, "I will never do that to you again. This is for real."

You pulled back to look into his eyes, "But what is this?" 

Your face was lined with apprehension. After all that happened tonight, it still wasn't clear. Chrollo needed to change that.

He looked down at you, attempting to convey what you meant to him in his eyes. They overflowed with tenderness, admiration, and worship, even. 

You hadn't realized that he had these emotions in him. Now you understood. It was all because they were reserved for you.

His movement was swift. He lowered his face to yours, soaking in your divine scent. You didn't anticipate what was about to happen until his lips delicately brushed against your own, asking for an invitation. He clearly didn't need one, for your body responded immediately. Your hand trailed up to the side of his face. Chollo pulled your hips towards him. Your eyes fluttered shut.

And you kissed. 

It was intoxicating.

The taste of him nearly silenced your thoughts. It was a tang of wine and sweetness. You tried to let the feeling seep into your bones, agonizing over its ephemeral nature. 

Your surroundings dissolved into the inky night. You focused on how soft his mouth felt, how his hands upon your hips made you want to yield to all he could offer, and, in turn, all you could ever desire.

Seconds later, you unwillingly pulled apart. Your whole body tingled, edging for more. Both of your heartbeats were fluttering a rapid cadence. Remaining there for a moment– foreheads touching, breath tickling one another lips– you savored each other's presence. 

Your kiss was unlike anything either of you had experienced before. It was born out of lust but resulted in something deeper. Floating to the surface was an unbound attraction sparked by one mouth on another.

You both were left smiling with flushed cheeks. Goosebumps prickled on your arms.

"I hope that made it clear," Chrollo said pulling away at last.

The warmth disappeared and you were left in a state of longing. You could still feel the touch of his lips upon yours, a ghost of his sensitive movements.

You smiled lightly at him, "It did."

Chrollo held out an arm for you. "We best be getting back now."

You were frozen in place, coming to your senses. Holy shit.

The enormity of what that kiss meant came crashing down upon you. What would this mean moving forward? Everything had seemed so temporary with Chrollo, coming in and out of your life as he did in the past month. Was this temporary as well?

There was no time to dwell upon the future of their relationship. Although the promise of privacy in the courtyard tempted you to stay, there was still one more number to dance. 

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#hunter x hunter #hunterxhunter fanfic #adult trio headcanons #chrollo headcanons #chrollo #chrollo x you #chrollo x y/n #chrollo x reader #kurapika #chrollo fanfic #hisoillu #hxh #hxh chrollo #hxh fanfic #hxh scenarios

[poliel]

Surprise Egg Chapter 1/13: Morning After

This is actually the 2nd chapter of this fic. However, the first chapter won't be posted here on Tumblr because it's smut. If you are 18+ (and only if you are 18+, please and thank you) feel free to go read it over on Ao3. As I'm sure you can probably guess from the title though, Buddy ends up pregnant in this fic so heads up on that.

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Buddy woke sore and achy but comfortable too. They were… cuddling with Filbo, half laying on top of him, their head resting on his chest, arm draped over his middle while his arm lay across their back, lightly holding them. He was purring softly, his chest lightly rumbling with it. A wonderful way to wake up except for the fact that the only thing separating them from lying on the cave floor was a few blankets and a sleeping bag. Despite that and their hunger they remained still.

The moment was too good to ruin yet. How likely were they to ever wake up like this with him again? Depends on if he wanted yesterday to mean anything or if he’d just been helping them because he was a good friend like that. And then there was the fact that Buddy would leave eventually. With how things were shaping up that probably wouldn’t be for a long while though. So they weren’t going to think about it anymore. Instead, they nuzzled their face into Filbo’s fur, it was so soft and nice.

His relaxed purring stuttered to a halt. “You awake Buddy?”

Oh! They’d assumed he’d still been asleep because if he’d woken up, wouldn’t he have gotten out from underneath them? Apparently not. Now Buddy could maybe stay silent and pretend to still be sleeping but they’d already given themself away so… “Mostly, yeah.” They didn’t move yet though.

“Good morning then. How are you uh… feeling?”

“A little sore and stuff but otherwise good. You?”

“Uh… same actually.”

“Thanks again for helping yesterday. I appreciate it.”

Filbo hummed an uncharacteristically thoughtful acknowledgement before falling silent. Buddy let him think, just enjoying the warmth and his closeness. … They had things to do though, important things, including solving a mystery and finding a missing person; the biggest story of their whole life, let alone career. And they’d already wasted so much time thanks to their heat and then sleeping it off. So they really needed to…

“Now that you’re uh… in a less compromised state, do you want to talk about it?”

Buddy took a breath to ask what ‘it’ was but… yeah, he was referring to last night and whether or not it meant anything for their relationship. With a sigh, they sat up so they could look down at him. The look he returned was one of disappointment and sadness, quickly hidden.

“Yeah, I thought so,” he said as sat up too and put his smile back on. Looking down, he fidgeted with his paws. “I understand. I’m not really…”

“Filbo!” Buddy’s tone was sharper than they’d intended but at least it drew his gaze back up to them. “I haven’t even said anything yet.”

“Yeah but…” he shrugged. “I’m just glad I could help, really. Especially with everything you’ve been doing for me and the others. It means a lot, especially getting them to come back to town in the first place.” He stood up and brushed himself off, seemingly totally okay with letting the whole matter go.

Buddy however was willing to do no such thing. So they hopped up to their feet, ignoring how the aches in their body protested to such a movement. “I was hormonal and thus all kinds of emotional and affectionate last night but I meant everything I said.” They placed themself right in front of Filbo. He looked a little unsure but he didn’t step back from them so that was probably a good sign. “You really are amazing and cute and lovely.” They were mostly just fumbling, saying whatever came to mind and hoped it was good, but they weren’t going to let this opportunity go. “And I like you a lot so if you want yesterday to mean something, it can. I want it to.”

“Oh… uh… um… okay. All right.”

“See how easy it is to just talk about things?” Though honestly, Buddy was surprised about how easy that had been too. Surely romantic relationship should be harder than that, right?

Filbo chuckled as he lifted a paw to rub the back of his neck. “I guess, yeah. Does that mean I can uh… kiss you again?”

“Of course.”

They were standing so close Filbo barely needed to even lean in to do so. It was surprisingly sweet and chaste considering how passionately they’d made love to each other yesterday. Buddy wanted lean into it and insist more but… “We should probably go back to town now. I gotta eat something and then go hunting for everyone else.” They’d been too busy being distracted by their oncoming heat all day yesterday to do any bugsnax hunting, making it the third day in a row they’d been away from town so it was probably time they fed everyone again. And then they had to go back to searching for their story and convincing everyone to return to town.

“All right, let’s go.” With his signature bright smile, Filbo took Buddy’s paw and led the way out.

“Why you’d come looking for me here anyway?” Buddy asked as they exited the cave. They weren’t going to question the good fortune but they’d chosen this place because they hadn’t thought anyone would come by.

“Well uh, Beffica told me you might need my help out here. And she wouldn’t say what kind of help or anything, just that I should go look for you out here. I uh… take it she knew then.”

“That’s not surprising.” It was Beffica after all so she probably both knew Buddy was in heat and that they’d only have accepted help from Filbo. The question was had she intentionally been trying to play matchmaker too? If asked she’d probably deny it, regardless of the truth. Not that it mattered much anyway.

~

Before returning to Snaxburg they washed up in the river a bit. They’d cleaned up last night but had been too exhausted to do a fully proper job of it. As a result they were both damp as they met up with Beffica at the town entrance.

She snapped a photo of them before approaching. “Hey Bestie and Filbo.” Her usual way of making Filbo’s name sound like an insult was toned down for once, a nice change for sure. “How’d it go?” She smirked, giving both of them an expectant look. Oh, she’d definitely intentionally set them up on purpose. Buddy appreciated it but…

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” they replied in their best neutral tone as they hooked their arm through Filbo’s, not letting him stop or slow down to talk to her even if he wanted to.

They brought him to the center town before stopping and disengaging their arm from his. “I gotta go now but I’ll see you later, ‘kay?”

“Are you sure? Don’t you want to rest for a little bit and eat something?”

“I can just eat on the go.” The distraction of walking made the experience of downing the ketchup sauce in particular less awful. Also, they’d already wasted more than enough time as it was. “I’ll bring you back something good though.” They’d always done so whenever they could anyway. So really not much had changed. … Or well, maybe it had.

Because they could now and because there was no way they could keep their relationship a secret for any significant length of time so they might as well put it out in the open sooner rather than later, Buddy stepped in and gave Filbo a quick kiss on the cheek before running off.

***

Feeling warm and fuzzy inside, Filbo lifted a paw lightly rub where Buddy had just kissed him as he watched them head off towards the desert. It was almost hard to believe they were now actually… together. They were so competent and strong. And rather good looking too. It was almost impossible not to…

“What do they even see in you?”

Filbo flinched as he snapped around to see Beffica had approached. He took a breath to defend Buddy’s choice in being with him but… “I don’t know.” He was clumsy and weak, physically most of all but definitely mentally too.

“Well at least you admit it. Still though, I suppose I’ve seen couples far less suited for each other. So… I’m happy for you. Enjoy it while it lasts.” And with that she was leaving.

Warm fuzzies gone, Filbo sat on the log bench with a sigh. She was right about that too; it wasn’t going to last forever. Eventually Buddy would have to leave to publish their story. And living off sauce had to be pretty miserable even if Buddy never complained about it so expecting them to come back after they published their story, especially for a long time, would be no fair. So this whole thing could only be temporary. … Unless he went with them when they left. Hmmm… that was something to think about later. For now, he would just do as Beffica said and enjoy it for however long it lasted.

#my writing #bugsnax #filbo/the journalist #filbuddy #filbo fiddlepie #the journalist #pregnancy

[winterhawkwonderland]

2020 Exchange Round up!

It’s here!!! An easy to find complete list of works from our 2020 Winterhawk Wonderland Exchange event. It is listed by title of work and author or artist, and includes rating, summary, and word count (if applicable). Our event excluded any of the AO3 Big Four warnings, but please do check tags and warnings on each work before diving in, just in case you find something there that squicks or triggers you!

Once again, thank you all so much for participating and making this a great event! Love the Winterhawk fandom!

If you do not see your work listed, please contact the Mods and we will update the post - all works were pulled from the AO3 Collection, but it’s possible we overlooked something or made a mistake! Additionally - Tumblr (in true Tumblr fashion) would not let us tag some creators - their names are on the list but the hyperlink doesn’t work. We apologize for the technical difficulty, but have no way of fixing broken Tumblr links. Please know that no offense was intended. 

The 300 Club by @fosterthefuture for @gwhell. Rated T, 10,109 words “Me here?” Bucky asks, a little hysterically. “What do you expect me to do, be the one to haul your frozen body in from the snow bank you inevitably fall into and die in?”Clint chuckles, as though what Bucky’s asked is completely illogical, which it decidedly is not. “Nah, you can suit up if you want to come along to make sure I stay on track, but I’ll make it back just fine. I really just need you to be here to make sure the door stays open, help me get my boots off and into those blankets when I get back.”“Clint,” Bucky asks, eyes now closed. “Please tell me you wouldn’t do this if you were completely alone.”The silence that emanates from the sauna is telling.“Well,” Clint finally says, “I’m trying to not get into the habit of lying to you, Barnes.”

40k misunderstandings by @verdantbogmoth for @flawsinthevoodoo. Not Rated, 3,280 words. “Are they real?” Bucky gasps. “Who keeps bags of real rose petals just lying on hand?”“Tony, for special random events and for us to steal to have fun with,” Clint supplies helpfully. “Where do they go?”“Everywhere,” Bucky decides. “The couch, the table, the fucking tv stand.” Clint pops the bag and they spend several minutes turning Bucky’s living area into a very perfumed, petal draped nightmare. “Oh, my god.” Bucky says gleefully. “It looks like a porno,” Clint claps. “A serial killer porno!” Bucky amends. “This is fantastic. Why aren’t rose petals everywhere, always. Why don’t more people just throw them around for any old event?”

[ART] Christmas fluff by @elynehil for @chekov-in-a-dress. Rated G. Winterhawk Wonderland gift :)

[ART] Cooking By The Book by @not-the-blue for @thegrowingwordsmith. Rated G.  Clint attempts a holiday recipe from Bucky's childhood. He... might need a second attempt.

[art] i (heart) hawkeye by @gwhells for @lantaniel. Rated G. Art for lantaniel for the Winterhawk wonderland gift exchange!

[ART] i still feel this way when light catches your face by @quicksillver for @sevdrag. Rated G. Winterhawk Wonderland gift! :)

An Affinity for Elf Culture by @bella-dahlia for @trekchik. Rated T. 8,501 words. When Bucky Barnes was told he would be doing press and community outreach as part of his prosthetic program, no one mentioned to him it would involve dressing up like an Elf from the North Pole.The hella cute blonde elf in head to toe purple hadn't been brought up either.Hiding in his hoodie wasn't going to be an option, was it?

All I Want for the Holidays Is You by @merelypassingtime for @flowerparrish. Rated G. 7,205 words. Clint obligingly took the last name in the hat. Unfolding it he read the name, Bucky. Crap. What was he supposed to do with that? When Clint draws Bucky’s name for the Avengers holiday gift exchange, he struggles to find the perfect gift.

as long as it’s with you by @theproblemwithstardust for @theonlyceeceej. Rated T. 2,651 words. Clint didn’t know when the thing between him and Bucky became an actual thing. At some point the banter had evolved from a fun and engaging way to pass the time into a weirdly competitive game of flirting chicken.

A bad day turned good by @gabrielsammysangel for @misterknife. Rated G. 1,115 words.  Clint Barton was having a bad day, one kiss to take it all away. Aka how a full bad day can be wipped away when you have a good boyfriend.

Bandages and Soot by @fanbinbun for @hawkguyandthewinterdude. Rated T. 2,358 words. “Oh, you’re new. Hi! I’m Clint. I come here often.” “I have been warned.” Bucky said with amusement curling his lips. “Got a name, or should I just give in and start calling you ‘hot nurse’?”

Because of Coffee and a Chocolate Doughnut. by @jazzrose343 for @loonyloopylisa. Rated M. 5,257 words. Bucky is an Actor. Clint is stunt actor and coordinator. Shenanigans Happen

Better Than Fine by @vexbatch for @theproblemwithstardust. Rated T. 4,439 words. Clint promised Kate he'd bring a plus one to her engagement party, but now he needs to find one. Maybe Bucky will do him a favor? Maybe Clint's crush on Bucky won't be a problem for said favor?

[ART] The Cat doesn't agree by @misterknife for @Inktastic1711. Rated G.  5 words. Clint was determined to get the best family photo this year. Except now he's pretty sure that fighting alien hoards or doombot armies might actually be easier than wrangling a cat into a sweater.Bucky says that Alpine's sorry.Clint thinks she might kill him in his sleep.

cause it's just what you must do by @sevdrag for yamyamyam. Rated T. 3,399 words. Clint ducks away at Tony's holiday party for a breather. Little does he know this closet is occupied.

Christmas With the Barnes's by @jstabe for @claraxbarton. Rated T. 3,163 words. He knows Clint is nervous. If he’s honest, he is a little too. He and Clint have been dating just shy of two years but with their hectic work schedules, it’s rare for them to have full days off together so Clint isn’t used to large family gatherings.

The Common Room by @trekchik for @nana-evans. Rated E. 1094 words. No one knows they're together. Right?

Communication is key by @averyrogers83writes for @harishe-art. Rated G. 3,434 words. Bucky screws up and pisses Clint off possibly ruining any chance of having more than a working relationship with the archer.

[ART] Cookies For Two by madnerding for @hopelessly-me. Rated G. 29 words.  My prompt was for cookie decorating and I hope I delivered. Enjoy!

Coping Mechanisms by @mariana-oconnor for @feathers-and-cigarettes. Rated E. 4,321 words. After the events of Freefall, Clint Barton is exhausted, bruised and on everyone's Most Wanted list. Luckily, or unluckily, it's Bucky Barnes who ends up finding him.

Cover Me by @downwarddnaspiral for @feedmecookiesnow. Rated M. 8,618 words. Clint and Bucky end up off the grid and in close quarters. Featuring the world’s crappiest safehouse, a semi-retired spy, and an assassin with strong opinions about the cold.

Delicate, hand wash only by @mollynoble for @pherryt. Rated E. 6,074 words.  “Hey, Buck, what do you need?” Clint moved closer, he wanted to reach out but he resisted the urge, that could be a bad idea right now. “What can I do to help?” He pitched his voice low and soothing. There was a pause, then Bucky's eyes focused on him. “Right now all I want is a bath and then sleep.”

Draw Me Like One of Your Frenchmen by @alchemistdoctor for @thwip. Rated M. 1,410 words. This is written for andthwip in the winterhawk wonderland exchange, who requested sexting during inappropriate times, date night ends in trying a new kink, or getting off in the field. I managed the first two!

Fate or Natasha by bear_shark for @kidd-you-not. Rated G. 1,663 words.  How it ended: Bucky watched the rise and fall of Clint’s chest while he slept. Every few minutes, he would snuffle and rub his face against Bucky’s chest. Bucky’s phone pinged, and he carefully checked his texts. Natasha: How did your date with Clint go? Bucky sat up quickly, jostling Clint. “What the hell?” 

The Fight Before Christmas by @theonlyceeceej for @jstabe. Rated E. 4,040 words. Now, don’t let it be said that Bucky couldn’t take a joke. He could. Really. But sometimes it was just too much. Clint was just too much. Clint is the epitome of a schoolboy with a crush; Pulling pigtails, calling names, the lot! Ok, maybe it was more than a crush, judging by the many thoughts about being thrown around by the Winter Soldier. He just needed to get his attention... But will it work?

For This by @endof-theline for @elynehil. Rated G. 5,652 words. Bucky and Clint are moving in together and it's not just the boys we have to worry about, because Lucky and Alpine are moving too!

Getaway Car by @feedmecookiesnow for @genderfluid-and-confuzled. Rated G. 4,405 words. The guy regains his balance and starts running again. He slips one more time, slides a little more, and then suddenly he’s right next to the car, fumbling at the handle of the passenger side door. A blast of cold wind comes as he yanks it open, practically falling into the seat in a swirl of snowflakes. “Go, go!” he yells, and Clint goes. He doesn’t even question it, just slams the car into drive and shoots out into the street, skidding a little on the ice.

Guardian Angel by @chrissihr for @spacetimeconundrum. Rated T. 3,469 words. Clint attracts strays like moths to flame. All he wanted to do was bring home a puppy he found in a box marked ‘free’ in crayon. It was just sitting out in the rain under the awning in front of his neighborhood pizza place.He couldn't just leave it there ... right?

Hit Me With Your Best Shots by @thegrowingwordsmith for @fosterthefuture. Rated G. 2,185 words. As a barista, Bucky has witnessed a lot of crazy customers and their creations. He has made drinks with so much syrup that there was barely room for coffee, and gotten orders with so many modifications that it had to print on multiple stickers. None, however, even came close to the strangeness of Too Much Caffeine guy.

[ART] How do you like them apples? by @lantaniel for @vexbatch. Rated G.  Because Clint is incapable of 1.doing a calm activity, and 2.not climbing a tree.

Howl by @drgrlfriend for @mariana-oconnor. Rated T. 9,729 words. Excerpt: Bucky gets that uncomfortable feeling again, like he missed something. Lost time maybe. It’s been happening less and less, but it still happens. “I don’t know what you mean.” The man runs a broad hand up the back of his neck, mouth pulling to the side as he seems to consider his words. “Skin feels too tight sometimes? Feels like you gotta keep moving, but no place feels right? Got an ache deep in your bones that you just can’t seem to get rid of?” “What —” Bucky swallows, the rest of the sentence jagged in his throat. He knows there are Avengers who are witches, or telepaths, or whatever, but he’d never heard of Hawkeye being one of them. “How are you — are you in my head? —”

[ART] I got you by @vexedbeverage for @gabrielsammysangel. Rated T. 100 words. I decided I wanted to do some art but then my writing brain told me I couldn't stop there. I've never done a drabble before so I thought I'd give it a try!

I Love How Your Soul is A Mix of Chaos and Art by @flawsinthevoodoo for @merelypassingtime. Rated T. 5,745 words. This is basically a 5+1 where Clint "Borrows" a great many hoodies as a coping mechanism and Bucky decides Clint needs to be a part of his life, not just his laundry.

if these wings could fly by @flowerparrish for @hawksonfire. Rated M. 4,018 words. He waits a few moments, pretty sure he’s going to have to start knocking again, when the door swings open. There’s Bucky, shirtless, disheveled, wings spread out behind him like some kind of tragic painting of an angel. Not that Clint knows much about art, but with the dark colors and dim lights he thinks this could totally have been something one of those old dudes dreamed up.

It Must be Winter in my Heart by @harishe-art for @jazzrose343. Rated G. 3,055 words. It's the holiday season and for some reason Clint and Bucky keep getting mistaken as a couple. They hadn't even planned to meet up most of them time. Why does this keep happening to them?

It was Only a Winter's Tale by @harishe-art for @averyrogers83. Rated G. 1,628 words.  Clint and Bucky prepare to celebrate their first winter holiday together when Bucky has a realization during an argument.

it was peace by @loonyloopylisa for @drgrlfriend. Rated G. 1,932 words. “Um, hi, I’m Bucky?” he said, hating himself for the way it came out like a question. “Hi Bucky,” the man answered, a wide smile on his tan face, “I’m Clint. What can I do for you?” Inwardly thankful for this therapist for making him practice he said, “I was wondering if you had any volunteer opportunities?” Clint gave him a considering look, bright blue eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Bucky was sure he was assessing him and finding him lacking, taking in the missing arm and coming up with a reason Bucky wouldn’t fit in. He was bracing himself for the rejection when Clint said, “sure.”

A Kind of Magic by @sian1359 for bear_shark. Rated G. 7.034 words. Bucky has some help adapting from being Hydra's Winter Soldier to becoming the Avenger's Winter Soldier

Lilac you a lot by @hawkguyandthewinterdude for @harishe-art. Rated T. 6,490 words.  It starts with one purple sock and just escalates from there.

Lost Time by @lissadiane for @vexedbeverage. Rated T. 10,029 words. Clint’s always known the universe doesn’t like him all that much. But all he knows now, as his heart beats out a rhythm and there isn’t a heartbeat to harmonize with it, is that he’s found his soulmate -- and he’s been dead for over 70 years. It’s ironic. It burns. It shouldn’t surprise him. Barney won’t be surprised. Barney’s been saying the universe has it out for them for Clint’s whole life. And this is just further proof. In which soulmates exist but Clint's parents are proof that sometimes, they go terribly wrong.

The Maybe To Your Story by @kangofu-cb for @mollynoble. Rated E. 5,162 words. Bucky walked out of the shared bathroom whistling under his breath, happily ignoring Steve’s groan as he whipped off the towel around his waist to half-assedly swipe at the water droplets on his shoulders. “Oh, you’re still here?” he asked blithely, toweling at his hair. “Might want to shake a leg before you get an eyeful of something you want to see even less than my dick.” “I’m going, I’m going,” Steve grumbled. “Fuck. Can’t believe I’m getting sexiled for the third time this week. For Barton.” Or, instead of talking about their feelings, Clint and Bucky decide to fuck about it.

my hands no longer an afterthought by @shatteredhourglass for @quicksillver. Rated T. 2,922 words. Bucky's moving on with his life. Shaking off the Soldier. There's still that one nagging, blond idiot-shaped regret, though.

Nowhere to go but with you by Lacerta for @sian1359. Rated G. 5,905 words. Clint fights the urge to cross his arms, keeping them hanging loosely by his sides instead, and forces himself to relax his shoulders. It’s just a small precaution in case he needs to react fast but, god, he hopes it doesn’t come to that. He doubts any precaution that doesn’t include a loaded weapon would help him last more than a minute. He watches the man sitting across the kitchen table from him, curled in on himself under Clint’s warmest blanket with his hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee, and tries to wrap his head around the very unusual, very alarming situation he has gotten himself into.

On The Fifth Day of Christmas, The Winter Soldier Stole For Me..... by @ch3ls3ara3 for @alchemistdoctor. Rated T. 8,178 words.  “Are these pears? Why the hell is there a pear tree in my apartment?” he asked Lucky who was now sitting patiently, staring up at the bird with his tongue hanging out and tail wagging. “What is happening?” Clint Barton knew he was a disaster, it never really shocked him anymore when he ended up in strange situations. These twelve days leading up to Christmas, though? Those days he would have never seen coming.

the one where Clint hates christmas horror by @thwip for @bella-dahlia. Rated M. 2,898 words. “We take turns, Clint. This week is Nat’s turn, next week is yours,” Tony quips, sipping from his own mug. “We can watch The Holiday, for the third year in a row, then.” Clint opens his mouth and starts to protest Tony’s eye roll because The Holiday is a cinematic masterpiece and Kate Winslet may give her best performance yet, Tony! Not to mention Cameron Diaz! Singing Mr Brightside! It’s a great film, when the front door opens and Bucky and Steve walk in, laughing about something. Clint's mouth snaps shut and his eyes immediately flicking towards Bucky, admiring the way the navy fabric of his henley clings to the thick biceps that are almost bursting out of it.

Operation Snowbound by RedTeamShark for @heartonfirewrites. Rated G. 4,048 words. The mission is a simple job: tag a convoy as it drives through the pass and then skedaddle back down the mountain. Easy enough that Clint could do it in his sleep. And he doesn’t even have to pull the trigger, that’s what Bucky’s there for. Until an unexpected weather event leaves the two of them stranded on a mountainside in a blizzard, battling the cold, Clint’s taste in coffee, and Bucky’s idea of idle conversation.

Outside the World by @pherryt for @verdantbogmoth. Rated G. 4,767 words. Bucky doesn't really remember who he is, and what little he does remember is impossible. All his therapists have said so. There's no way he can be who he thinks he is - a character from a children's book.And yet, the world around him just doesn't *feel* right - its too dark, too colorless and doesn't match the vibrancy of his dreams. Dreams he tries to capture both on paper and on his walls.Bucky doesn't have any answers he can count on, just the hat he's kept all these years, but that guy that started following him - as vibrant and eye-catching as the pieces of Bucky's dreams -Well, he just might.

The Prince's "Delivery Boy" by allyouneedissleep for @endof-theline. Rated T. 4,917 words. He wouldn’t have any issues at all with the secrecy rules stating that only people in confirmed legal marriages could tell their significant other about their job if he was planning to marry anyone except the Prince who was first in line to take over as King of Brooklyn after his marriage went through. Clint was about to effectively become Queen of Brooklyn and he couldn’t even tell his fiance what he did for a living. As far as Bucky knew, he was a delivery boy. A DELIVERY BOY.

[ART] Snow Way Out! by @inktastic1711 for @fanbinbun. Rated G. 24 words. Prompt: While on a mission, Clint and Bucky end up on an impromptu sledding trip down the snowy hill/mountain to escape the bad guys. Bonus points if the sled isn't actually a sled.

Snowed In by @chekov-in-a-dress for @ch3ls3ara3. Rated T. 4,332 words.  Secret Santa Story for CarafeOfColdBrew! Dad Bucky and his daughter Nat are on their way to Bentonsport where Bucky is supposed to check out a possible site to build a resort when they get overwhelmed by a snowstorm. How lucky that they get pointed to a bed and breakfast owned by a certain handsome dork.

So much to say (I just can't speak) by @hopelessly-me for Allyouneedissleep. Rated T. 3,260 words. Bucky has never considered himself the jealous type. But when Steve and Clint start hanging out more and more, Bucky starts pulling back to protect his own feelings.

Some Luck by @claraxbarton for @not-the-blue. Rated T. 3,558 words. “Cowboys?” he asked. Judith smiled at him. “I love to give my darlings what they want.”

a storm is comin' in by @heartonfirewrites for @chrissihr. Rated T. 9,686 words. Sasquatches don’t exist. Clint is sure of it. So what’s that fuckin' bigass yeti doing outside Tony’s upstate cabin in the middle of a nor’easter, looming ominously and ruining Clint’s plans for a quiet Christmas alone with Lucky?

Time and Time Again by @pherryt for @shatteredhourglass. Rated E. 6,497 words. The past has a way of catching up to people and Clint knows that better than most. Despite that ingrained life lesson, he still doesn't expect it when a part of Steve's past turns out to also be part of Clint’s. He's... not sure where to go from here.

too cold to feel (but i know you're there) by @hawksonfire for @trashcanakin. Rated T. 1,983 words.  Clint’s been cold his whole life. He doesn’t mind, really, has learned to always keep a pair of gloves on him, even in the summer. He gets weird looks for it, but he stopped caring what people thought of him a long time ago. His apartment has always got spare blankets laying around, and his dresser is jam packed with thick pairs of socks.

[ART] A Walk in the Woods by @spacetimeconundrum for @downwarddnaspiral. Rated T.  One finds the strangest things in the woods...

What's a Guy Like You Doing in a Place Like This by @sevdrag for @kangofu-cb​. Rated T. 8,091 words. A 5+1 fic for Winterhawk Wonderland: Five Times It Wasn't A Date, and One Time It Actually Was.

Word Search by yamyamyam for RedTeamShark. Rated T. 3,858 words. Bucky doesn't understand why he should have to see a doctor about a measly little bullet wound. Steve doesn't understand why that would be optional, Jesus Christ, Buck, we can have nice things now. Clint doesn't understand why he can't visit Bucky in the super-secure lockdown ward. The NYFD doesn't understand why Clint can't get out of a baby swing without the jaws of life. Natasha doesn't understand why she puts up with any of these idiots.

[ART] You Come Here Often? by @trashcanakin​ for Madnerding. Rated G.  winterHawk in the vents.

You had me at Loathing by @kidd-you-not​ for Lacerta. Rated T. 5,715 words. "What?" he asks absolutely no one, completely baffled. Movement to his left catches his eye and he twists around, still hanging from the balcony railing by his legs, and gapes. There, right there on the adjourning apartment building, is a man. A man clad all in black, with chestnut brown hair falling to his chin and a mask covering the lower part of his face. Holding a sniper rifle in his right hand and giving Clint a mocking little salute with the left. "Motherfucker!" Clint screams. Hawkeye and the Winter Soldier work for competing companies. Unfortunately for everyone involved, they cross paths on more jobs than either of their handlers can endure.

Honorable Mention:

The Opposite of Love by @teeelsie-posts for @loonyloopylisa. Rated E. 10,000 words. You know that social media post where the guy says he’s a felon and he’ll come terrorize your family for Thanksgiving in exchange for a free meal? Yeah, that’s what this is. Except that Clint is Clint, and Bucky is Bucky, and they’re both Avengers, but Clint’s family is a bunch of assholes and Bucky decides to help him out with that. Oh, and it’s Christmas, not Thanksgiving. Mod Note: This fic was begun for last year’s exchange then discarded for another idea, but Teeelsie finished it unexpectedly and asked permission to include it in this year’s collection and we were happy to allow that. Please enjoy!

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