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callsigndragon · 1 year

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Seeing Red | Ch. 22: Unpleasant visitor ✍️

Word count: 3.3k (it's a long one, y'all)

Warnings: TOP GUN HUBBY & DAD AGENDA BROUGHT TO YOU BY YOUR HUMBLE WRITER. mentions of the past, mentions of sex, sad, fluff and bit of laughter all mixed together, bit of jealous jake. mentions of drinks aaaand swearing here and there.

A/N: okay y'all, this is a long one, and there's gonna be some INTERESTING things coming soon. We're getting closer to the truth, babes. Just wait a bit longer.

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“Ava, don’t go near the water without us!” Reuben raises his voice so his daughter can hear him, but she’s more occupied running around with her new friend, Liam.

“How do you feel about having Liam as your future son-in-law?” You joke, recording a video of Liam, Ava, and Ted laughing while chasing each other.

“His mom raised him well. I can’t ask for anything better.” He follows your joke, smiling and sitting down with you. “I bet it was hard. It is hard for me and Jazz, but we have each other.”

“It wasn’t easy. I had my mom, fortunately. But yeah, it was a challenge.”

“Did you regret it?” He looks into Jake’s blue cooler, filled with drinks and some food.

“Never. He’s the love of my life.” You smile, showing him a picture of the three kids. “And those are yours.”

“Look at my babies. It’s funny because when I met my wife, I thought I would never love someone as much as I loved her.” He chuckles and zooms in on the photo on your phone. “And then Ava came. She wasn’t planned, you know.”

You nod, watching Liam play with the sand. “Liam wasn’t either. Well, you know that already.”

Mickey sits in front of you, a bottle of sunscreen in his hands. “Can you help me?”

“Am I the designated mom of the group?” You laugh, getting the bottle out of Mickey’s hands.

“Before you came, it was Sarge.”

“Sarge?” You put sunscreen on his back, making sure that everything’s covered.

“My wife. That’s her rank. She works at SDPD.”

“Woah, she must be an amazing woman.” You pat Mickey’s side. “Done, Mickey”

“Thank you!” He turns around, puts on his glasses, and smiles. “What a good day with the family.”

“Yeah, when you don’t have a black eye.” Rooster groans, taking a soda can out of the cooler and pressing it to his eye.

“Next time, don’t go around spreading false information.” Phoenix sits next to Mickey, handing him some fruit. “You want?”

“Thank you, sweet lady.” He takes one grape and eats it. “Where’s Jake?”

You turn your head toward the kids, now being followed by a blonde, shirtless cowboy who pretends to be a dinosaur. “Being a kid.”

“Next one in line is Bob.” Phoenix says, moving when Javy returns from the car, so he can sit down. “Found the glasses?”

“Yeah, they fell to the floor. Were you talking about Bob?”

“Bob wants to be a father?” You ask Phoenix.

“Bob is on the way to being a father. Her wife is pregnant. That’s why they aren’t here today. Bob went to tell his in-laws.”

“Another baby to play with.” Mickey says in a singsong voice.

Jake comes back, and Payback moves so he can sit next to you. You roll your eyes behind your sunglasses. “Those kids can run a marathon.”

“We were saying before that Liam is gonna be Payback’s future son-in-law.” You inform him.

Jake nods, smiling. “I’m gonna have the prettiest grandkids.”

They start talking about the future, about Bob’s baby, weddings, and stuff, reminiscing about things from a time when you weren’t around. You smile and nod, laughing at the funny stories of how Payback and Bob met their girls, and it makes you remember your own story—how you met Jake five years ago.

“You’re thinking about it, too, right?” Jake whispers, his hand moving to your back as a way of calling your attention.

“You were the biggest idiot ever.” You laugh out loud, making the rest drop their conversations and enjoy the small but sweet interaction between you and Jake.

“Oh my, it’s the story of how you two met?” Nat grins, memories of that night coming to her mind.

“We need to know. Please.” Mickey begs, pointing at him and Payback. “And Bob. But he’s not here.”

"Well, it all happened-” you start, but you see a man approaching the kids, the sun hitting you in the face and blocking your vision. “Who’s that?”

All of you turn to look at the children. Liam is hiding behind Ava; Ted is unbothered, playing with a seashell he just found. Jake, Reuben, and you get up quickly and move towards the man, who turns out to be your boss. Cyclone. What is he doing here?

"You've gotta be kidding me.” Jake hisses under his breath, moving quickly to get his son. “Hey, Cyclone.”

“You’re all here! I was just talking with little Liam, but he seems to have forgotten about me already.” He tries to tickle Liam, whose first reaction is to hide his face in his dad’s neck. “He’s a bit shy, isn’t he?”

“Not really. Maybe he doesn’t like you.” Jake suggests with a smirk. You smack him on the head. “Not you too.”

“Don’t be a dick!” you whisper yell, before turning to Cyclone. “He sometimes forgets people quickly, yeah.”

“Red, you look beautiful in that sundress.” Cyclone comments, and a part of you cringes. Yeah, you’re not a fan of the kind of attention you’re getting.

“Oh, thank you.” You look at your watch, “I think it’s time for Liam to get an afternoon snack; we should head with the rest.”

“It’s been nice to meet you outside the academy,” Jake says, turning around and grabbing your hand with his free one, the other helping secure Liam, who is placed on his hip. “You want some fruit, bubs?”

“Bananas!” Liam grabs his dad’s ear, an odd habit he has picked up in the last few days.

“How do we ask things?”

“Bananas, please.” Liam corrects himself, smiling at his dad.

“That’s my boy,” Jake praises him, kissing his cheek. “Let’s go eat some bananas, with mama and dada.”

“You know what? I think I’m gonna stay for a bit.” Cyclone says, walking away from you and sitting down next to Mickey, who glances your way and pulls down his glasses, wide eyes asking what he can’t say aloud.

“Did he just invite himself?” Reuben asks, carrying a kid in each arm.

“Yep. Just like that.” You mutter, cleaning the sand off Liam’s feet.

“I swear to God that this man becomes more insufferable each day.”

“¿Qué cojones hace Cyclone aquí?” Mickey asks Phoenix, who just shrugs. (What the fuck is Cyclone doing here?)

“Ni idea. Pero parece que nadie le quiere aquí. ��Se ha invitado él solo?” She answers him, glancing at Cyclone, who is trying to play with Ted, who is still very unbothered by his presence. (I don't know. But seems that nobody wants him here. Has he invited himself?)

“¿Este huevón está intentando conquistar a Roja?” (This asshole is trying to win Red over?)

“Eso creo.” (I think so)

“Voy a enseñarle a no meterse con las mujeres de otros.” Mickey clears his throat. “Hey, Red. You were about to tell us how you and Jake met.” (I'm gonna show him to not mess with other people's women)

“Oh no, please. That’s my most embarrassing story” Jake hides his face in Liam’s hair, who has fallen asleep. He’s wearing his dad’s t-shirt as a blanket, covering his body so he doesn’t get sunburned.

“Now I need to know,” Payback laughs while applying more sunscreen to Ava’s face.

“So, we met 5 years ago…” You begin, making Jake groan. You continue with a devilish smirk. “We were all in Pensacola, I just arrived and went to a bar, it was supposed to be an aviator bar, and I wanted to meet the locals and see who was gonna be my workmates.”

“Let me say that me and Red met at Top Gun, but we never met after that until that day.” Phoenix continues, filling in some details important to your story.

“Yeah, that’s right. Well, so I entered this bar…”

“The Cubi?” Mickey asks.

“Yeah, that one! It’s like a museum.”

“And the first thing she saw was me, the hottest girl at the pub.” Phoenix chimes in.

“Well, that was until Red walked in.” Jake points out, and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

“The thing is that I walked into the bar and talked for a while with Nat; she left to look for someone, and that’s when Hangman, in the flesh, decided to try his luck.”

Jake lifts a finger to interrupt. “In my defense, when I saw you, I had a feeling that you were a special girl, and that I shouldn’t waste my opportunity, or someone else would take you away from me.”

“I would have been that one.” Rooster comments, making you jump. You thought he had fallen asleep.

“Buddy, you should shut up before your right eye ends up like the left one.” Jake warns, making you snort. These two need to stop fighting. “Anyway, the more I talked to her, the more I noticed this feeling. It was something that I had never felt before. I was amazed by her beauty, her smile, and just her general aura.”

“But there was a problem!” Javy speaks with a mysterious tone. They are enjoying this so much.

“What problem? Please, tell me you didn’t have a boyfriend.” Mickey gasps, covering his mouth.

“I didn’t tell him I was an aviator, and he was bragging about his job.”

“No shit.”

“Language” Payback, Jake and you scold at the same time.

“Aaaah huevón, sigue.”

“Translation: Please, go on.” Reuben explains, and you shake your head.

“I know he didn’t say that.”

“You know Spanish?”

“The basics, I guess.”

You look at Cyclone, who has been oddly silent since the story began. His eyes are hidden behind his sunglasses, and you can’t know for sure what he’s thinking. Not that you care, honestly.

“Anyway, where were we?” Javy tries to remember.

“Jake being horny.” You signal, earning a nudge from the blonde man. “Auch.”

“Did I ever insinuate that I wanted to have a one-night stand with you?” Jake pushes his glasses down his nose, looking at you. Yeah, he’s telling the truth. There’s no way those emerald eyes can hide anything from you.

“Well, not really...” Now that he brings that up, it’s true. He was flirting like the world was ending the next day, and you were enjoying every second of it. Jake was a bit more egotistical back then, and he sure thought that he was the best pilot to ever enter the Naval Academy, but there was something that attracted you. His confident smile, maybe? The way he leaned closer to you whenever you talked, so he didn’t miss a single word? How he made you feel like the only girl in the bar? But not once did he try to get in your pants. “Wait, we spent the next three months being friends with benefits!”

Jake shrugs, kissing Liam’s head. “It was the only way you allowed me to be with you. So I took the only chance I had.”

“You literally fell in love with her that night,” Reuben says, lifting an eyebrow as if it were so unbelievable.

“Damn right.”

You cover your face in embarrassment. “Now I feel like an idiot.”

“You were as in love with him as he was.” Nat rolls her eyes, eating another grape. “But denial ain’t just a river in Egypt, you know.”

“Shut up.” You groan.

“But how did you two end up dating?” Mickey insists, wanting to know the entire story.

You tell him how much tension grew during those three months between the two of you. The first weeks of your relationship were more physical. Making out at every possible moment and ending up at the back of his car or in your house or anywhere there was a solid surface. Sometimes all you needed was a wall. Jake has always been a strong man.

Somewhere between the first and second month, Jake started to stay with you in bed the morning after. Sometimes it led to a second or third round. Sometimes it led to shower sex. But the majority of the time, you two ended up having random conversations, your limbs tangled between his and your white sheets. You didn’t know where your arm ended and where his began. And you couldn’t care less. It was one of those mornings when you discovered that Jake smiles in his sleep. It was something only you and not anyone else knew, because, from what you’ve heard from Bradley, he was never one to stay the night.

But he always stayed with you.

Random pillow talks turned into him waking up before you to make you breakfast. He always tried to finish it before you woke up, but it was futile. The bed wasn’t as warm without him.

Breakfast led to romantic dinners. Movie dates. Endless cuddling sessions. Looking for each other at the bar. Becoming his wingman. Being glued together every single waking second you could spend together. His hand was always on the small of your back, or your thigh, whenever he was talking to someone, as if he wanted to mark you as his for any idiot who dared to look your way.

It was only a matter of time before that tension, those unsaid feelings that both of you had, became a problem.

“So you were basically together.” Mickey sums up all you just told him in one single sentence, and somehow that makes you laugh like a maniac.

“The only ones who didn’t know were them” Rooster deadpans, getting a red popsicle from the cooler.

“And you never tried to be with somebody else?” Reuben inquires, casting a quick glance at Cyclone.

“Why would I look around and search for another thing when I had everything I wanted right there?” You simply answer, making a corner of Jake’s lips lift.

“I just didn’t know if she felt the same as I did.”

“How did you find out?” Mickey questions again, and you notice him typing a lot on his phone. You're not sure if he’s taking notes for Bob or actually sending him texts with the most interesting parts of your story.

“We got into a fight.”

If you tighten the string too much, it will eventually snap. That’s what happened with you and Jake. Fear, jealousy, and love all mixed up together. It wasn’t pretty. You two ended up screaming at each other in a parking lot outside a bar. Jake implied that you were more interested in Rooster than in him back then. It was the final straw for you. You called it off and walked out of the bar, but Jake followed you.

“I literally said, ‘I hope to never see you again.’” You admit it, shifting Jake's t-shirt to reveal Liam's sleepy expression. He smiles when he sleeps, too.

"But you worked together," Mickey says, leaning in closer, as if engrossed in a fairytale.

“I was gonna ask for a relocation.”

You left that parking lot and called a taxi to bring you back home. Your tears started to fall at the same time the first raindrops fell on the window of the backseat. Once you got home, as much as you wanted to fall asleep and forget everything that had happened, someone you loved so much—someone you would literally leave everything behind if he asked you to—said that you were more interested in Rooster than in him.

You sigh, remembering that painful night. “And then someone knocked on the door.”

“I didn’t ring the bell in case you were in bed already.”

“Thank God I wasn’t asleep, then.” You whisper to yourself, but he has heard you. A part of you wants him to hear it. A part of you is wondering how you ended up here talking about the most important and agonizing relationship in your life. Those were good memories, though.

You want to be able to remember them whenever you want to.

You opened that door, your heart clenching at the sight that waited for you on the other side. He was standing there, drenched from head to toe, his nose and eyes red from crying.

Yeah, Jake Seresin was a man who cried. And he wasn’t ashamed to do it in front of you.

“What did he say?!”

“Mickey, you’re too invested in this story.” Javy mocks him, patting his head.

“I said ‘You’re bossy. You enjoy knowing that you’re better than me in every single aspect, and you're proud of yourself for it. You always have that stupid smirk on your face that makes me want to kick your ass. And yet, I can’t imagine my days without that smirk, without that smile you reserve just for me, or having to live one day without you. It took me a while to realize it, but I love you. And I want to have a serious relationship with you.”

You’re not surprised he remembers every word.

“What did you say?!”

“I smacked him for calling me bossy. And after that, I kissed him. He proposed a year after.”

“It was a beautiful wedding,” Rooster says, finishing his popsicle. “I cried at the first dance.”

“What song did you choose?”

"Make you feel my love," you both say at the same time, sad smiles on your faces, the memory hurting more than you want to admit.

Only five months after that first dance, your story ended.

“You know... most of us thought that you two eloped and got married in Vegas.” Reuben admits not expecting that part of the story at all.

“Javy was the best man. Nat, the bridesmaid. You could have asked.” Rooster says, and Mickey and Payback look at him, blinking in sync, as if that idea had never crossed their minds.

Nat’s eyes bore into your face, as if she were aware of the sudden mood change. “Red, can you come with me to the Hard Deck? I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” You kiss Liam’s head. “Take care of him.”

“I think I’m gonna take a nap, too.” Jake informs you, and you move the parasol so none of them are under the sun.

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

“I think I’m gonna leave, too. It’s been nice to see you outside of work and know more about our new member. See you tomorrow!” And just like that, Cyclone walks in the other direction, leaving all of you with puzzled expressions.

“Penny, my love, get us two shots of tequila,” Nat says once she enters the bar.

“Of course, sweetheart.” She waves at you before leaving to get your drinks

“You liar, you didn’t need the bathroom.”

“I wanted to get you out of there before you ended up kissing Jake.”

You gasp. “I wasn’t going to kiss Jake!”

“Honey, you two have been moving closer and closer when you were telling that story. Cyclone took notice as well. He won’t flirt with you anymore, I hope.”

“He is not flirting with me, dear lord; Nat don’t imagine things.” You thank Penny when she comes back with the drinks. You both cheer and drink them in one shot.

“You wish Jake was the one flirting with you.”

“Talking about the past brought a lot of memories and feelings to the surface.” You mumble under your breath.

“Honey, be honest. Do you still love him?”

Sighing, you pull your dog tags out of your sundress and show them to her. At first, she looks at them and doesn’t understand what you want to show her. Then she notices a weird sparkle. Dog tags don’t sparkle.

“Oh my fucking god.”

Yeah, dog tags don’t sparkle.

But engagement rings do.

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credulouskhaleesi · 4 months

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I've been daydreaming a fun but complex $mütty, smut, smut scenario in my head about Tom Glynn-Carney, Matt Smith, Ewan Mitchell, Barry Keoghan, Jacob Elordi, Archie Madekwe, Pedro Pascal, Paul Mescal, Joseph Quinn, Jamie Campbell Bower, Joe Keery, Rory Culkin, Kieran Culkin, Ebon Moss-Bachrach, Will Poulter, & Jeremy Allen White. I'll most definitely narrow it down to 3 or 5 of them per popularity and personal thirst/bias because I feel an odd number would be super spicy & dangerous.

Where reader is rich AF, smart, beautiful woman who just barely got into acting as a hobby & is in a show with the aforementioned hotties and they've just finished filming for the day, had dinner at a 4 star Michelin (hello Ebon, Jeremy, & Will baby! ((In no particular order))Yes Chef daddy...I mean chef..I mean daddy...daddy? DADDY 🫡👨‍🍳💦) and are all hammered when they've been told by production that the hotel rooms reserved for all (but reader) fell through.

Well lucky for them, ol' humble ass reader with her 32 room mansion (all rooms have en suite bathrooms, huge jacuzzi tubs *heh heh* and full-on kitchenettes) invites them all to stay at her place for the duration of filming since she lives so close and chaos and LOTS of pining, romance, and a SHIT TON of the smuttiest and nastiest (cause reader gets down like that and is a D/S switcheroni) sex ensues.

THE ONLY PROBLEM IS... not only do I anticipate that absolutely NO ONE, NILCH, NEMO, NADIE, NIEMAND, NESSUNO, لا احد will even come across, read, or gaf about this post....buttt I also have high expectations of that not a single soul would either be interested or read this fic that I highly anticipate will cost me my blood, sweat, tears, and first born...ya know, nbd.

However if I can get some traction and action on this post (to the tune of 20ish likes and 25% of the likes turned into comments (( 5ish comments to those mathematically challenged, tired, and deranged like I )) )within the next 48 hours (reblog, reblog, reblog my creatures!!!)then I will immediately throw a poll when the time is up to see who my the most fave few of my the above baby daddies have prevailed and made it into my coochie heaven.

In all seriousness, when it comes to me being biased about some of the men I'm trying sooo fucking hard to stop objectifying, I truly do want to get the most popular thrown into this mess however, I know more about some of these men than I do about anyone who is not listed. (Yes this a warning ⚠️ that this will be a RPF, so if that's not your thang, I apologize, but you have been warned) but I will absolutely do my research and take in ANY input given to me by my Champion.

I must say that Elspeth Catton (per Saltburn fame) had it wrong when she said men were dry, and it is my duty to prove her wrong because damn my skull is a hamster wheel and my mind is the hamster..?

Um anyways...those who reblog & interact the most with this post, will have their fave put in automatically because it's hard out in these Tumblr streets and I'd like to share my sexually drustrated (deprived & frustrated had nasty sex to create this creative word that has now become a part of my vernacular and the lovely locution I can't wait to share with my Fumblrs (Tumblr & Friends' bastard child) creative daydreams with as many people who have made it through this bible/, Novella (what a fucking lie, this is a full on Novel & y'all are so incredibly awesome if you have read this far at all!) of mine.

Additionally, I could only be so lucky for you all to spread your legs the word that I'm trying my hand at some filthy, sexy, envy-filled (among other things that will be filled) smut so it can be enjoyed by more because I myself have noticed a lack of RPF about a good handful of the men listed.

Anyways, I must thank you with every Fibre of my being for coming to my TED talk. No really, if you made it THIS far, I'm so grateful to you. I might extend my time limit to 72 hours to receive an overall verdict on whether I should move forward or not, but as far as time goes and how much I wish to put into this, I'd like to start ASAP.

I'd also like to assure you that the grammar, text-speak, and abbreviations will not be as disgustingly available as it was in this post (unless warranted. Hello sexting and texting), and I am very back and forth on whether I want this to be a love triangle or pentagon and honestly could go higher depending on who is chosen by my Champion. I also want to assure the future real MVP/G.O.A.T that whomever you choose will indeed have a lot of research and your input put into who they are for somewhat accuracy's sake.

In conclusion (I promise im really done this time), I hope you all had a wonderful Holiday and have a wonderful New Year!

EDIT: I have decided to include a poll with this post to help my fellow lurkers who aren't keen on commenting.

TLDR; I am wanting to create a smut fic including the above listed men and rich!reader who has taken up acting as a hobby. Production messed up the arrangement of their hotel for the duration of filming, and she invites everyone to stay at her insanely impressive mansion. Thus ensues a smutty love triangle, pentagon, nonagon, or whatever, and I'm just trying to see who is interested in reading something like this. I'm giving 48 hours (maybe a smidge more) time to determine if this is something anyone would be interested in, and this is what the poll is for. Those who reblog, comment, and interact the most will have their fave chosen (even if he, she, or they...[because I'm definitely pan and would love to add a girl, nonbin, or genderqueer actor in as well]..isn't listed). I also want to warn ⚠️ that this is an 18+ 🔞 RPG and assure you that grammar, research, and realism will be included.

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sunnyie-eve · 7 months

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7 | Wolves Vote

Series: A Zombie's Serenity

Paring: Zed Necrodopolis x OFC Buchanan!

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Might be a few mistakes, and I'm using Brenna D'Amico as how the OC's looks

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While putting things in my locker towards the end of the day, I feel eyes on me down the hall. I turn my head to see the werewolves staring at me and it made me uncomfortable. "Can I help you?" I take a deep breath in before shouting out at them.

The whole group makes their way to me as I stand at my locker. "Are you related to the cheerleader with white hair?" The leader asks me.

"She's my cousin. Why are you asking me?" I ask confused.

"You have more white than just a strand like us." The other girl looks at my hair.

"It looks that way. You all were born with a streak?" I see they all had it.

"All werewolves do." The boy speaks up.

"Cool." I tell them.

"I'm Wyatt, my sister Willa, and then there's Wynter." He introduces the three of them.

"I'm Serenity."

"You know anything about the moonstone?" Willa asks me.

"If your talking about the thing that our settlers hid from y'all, then no. Tell me if I'm right though, they actually stole it from you. Not the way other way like they say." I close my locker.

"They did steal it and we want what's ours back." She tells me.

"I wish I could help you. I have no clue where they hid it." I say making her walk off and they all follow except Wyatt.

"Have you ever thought you were something more?" He asks me.

"You mean not human... no." I laugh.

"You could be a werewolf... your hair is unique." He touches it.

"I doubt it. There's nothing special about meeee." I get yanked away from him.

"I swear if you develop feelings for a werewolf..." Bucky says dragging me away.

"What? I was just having a conversation." I laugh.

"A zombie is dangerous but a werewolf is much more dangerous. So don't catch any feelings, got it." He finally stops.

"Got it." I agree making him smile.

"That's my sis." He walks off leaving me confused why he would assume that.

"You're coming home with me." Eliza rushes past me grabbing my hand.

"I am?" I laugh confused.

"Yes. I'm sick of the the boring three colors in your closet." She makes me laugh.

I spend hours with Eliza till it was time for curfew because the laws were back. "You got your hair curled." My dad speaks as I walk into the house.

"Yeah, Eliza did it. And also gave me some new clothes." I take everything to my room then go back downstairs for dinner.

"I can't believe there's werewolves in school. First zombies now them. What's next?" Bucky complains as we eat.

"Vampires?" I joke but no one thought it was funny. "No, okay... How about mermaids? We live in Seabrook." I smile but again it was silent. "I'm done." I give up and just eat my food.

"New look, sweetheart?" My mom stares at me while I get a glass of water before leaving for school.

"Thought I'd shake it up." I give her a smile as my dad comes in dropping his coffee cup while he looks at me. "You dropped your cup." I look at the broken pieces on the floor.

"I'm not cleaning that up, Ted." Mom tells him.

"Where's your normal clothes?" He asks me.

"In my closet still. I'm slightly tired of the bright colors. At the private school, our uniforms were mostly black but with other dark colors." I shrug my shoulders.

"I like it honey." My mom gives me a smile and glares at dad.

"It's a good difference." He forces a smile making me laugh.

"Okay. I'm gonna get going. Love y'all." I leave the house.

When I get to school a few people look at me weird since humans still mostly stuck to our same old three colors. Ever Zombie that look at me have me a thumbs up at least making me feel good. As I make my way towards Eliza and Zed, she sees me and smiles, "It's like I'm looking at a whole new woman." She says making Zed turn his head to look at me.

"I have you to thank." I smile at her.

"What?" Zed speaks.

"Yesterday after school she came home with me and I decided to spice up her closet. She looks good, right?" Eliza nudges me.

"Yeah." He smiles eyeing me. "Vote Zed for prez." He holds out a flyer.

"You had my vote from the start." I let him know.

"Really?" He asks.

"Yeah, just don't tell Bucky or I'll never hear the end of it." I laugh.

"Good luck, Mr. Future President." Addison shows up then eyes me. "New look?" She asks.

"Thanks to me." Eliza smiles proud of herself.

"Hey Zed, did you hear? Addie's being tested for captain, and she gets to run cheer practice tomorrow." Bree rushes up to us.

"It's not a big deal." Addison shakes her head the agrees it's huge.

"If Addie aces this practice, oh my gosh, she's so going to be cheer captain once Bucky wins. He's so gonna win, because you know, elections, they're just like theses big old popularity contests. And Bucky is super popular." She catches on after Zed thanks her. "I know it's weird I'll only be cheer captain is Bucky's president, but..." Zed cuts in on Addison.

"No, that means neither of us can lose because one of us is going to get what we want." Zed tells her.

"You'll do great, Zed." She steps closer to him leaning up but he quickly holds out a flyer stopping her.

She looks at it and he just smiles waiting for her to take it. Once she does he heads off to pass out more. Eliza looks at me with wide eyes trying to hold back a little laugh. "Ignore the Acey's, because I know you'll become captain." I tell Addison before heading to my locker to get a textbook for class.

"I really like this look on you. It's very zombie." Zed leans against the lockers next to me.

"Well it came from a zombie so..." I give him a look as I open my locker, "It's gonna be very zombie." I let out a small chuckle.

"Is it just me or are you acting like I'm annoying you?" He moves to face me.

"It's just you." I pull out my book.

"I'm sorry." He sighs.

"What are you apologizing for?" I close my locker.

"I don't know. I feel like I should be." He steps closer to me looking down at me.

"Well don't until you have a reason." I step back but he just kept stepping forward.

"Hey, we have an election to focus on." Eliza pulls him away from me.

"Right. With cheer fans in Bucky's camp, and zombies and the football team in mine, the school's split right down the middle. Werewolves are the swing vote." Zed watches them as we walk the halls.

"Wolves are key to winning this election." Eliza looks at him.

"But winning over the wolves is going to be hard." I add.

"Trust me, I got this. We're going to win the wolves votes, and more. We just have to show them how to fit it, like us. Easy." Zed says like it was nothing but when the wolves goal he gasps.

"How exactly to you plan on winning them over?" I ask him.

"I don't have a plan yet but don't worry. I got this, babe." He heads to class.

"Babe?" Eliza and I repeat and look at each other.

"He's losing it." She sighs.

"You don't say." I agree with her and we head to class.

During the last class of the day the teacher pairs me with Zed for the homework assignment. I look behind me and he just smiles at me, "Wanna come over and work on it after school?" He asks me.

"Sure." I agree and he nods his head with a big smile.

After school before Zed wanted to work on the homework, he wanted to go talk to the werewolves first. "Hello wolves, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Zed, zombie, football star, presidential hopeful." Zed puts his hand it to them and they stare at it so he laughs weakly, "Okay." He gives up.

"When zombies first came to Seabrook, we were outsiders, too. Not very well liked by others. Which is why you need a great president like Zed to represent you." Eliza tells them. "We'd be honored if you guys joined us." She adds.

"Our pack is our pack. We don't need anyone else, so..." Wynter stands up.

"Who doesn't want more friends? Underneath all that fluffy hair, I bet you're a real softie." Zoey looks up at her.

"I am a mean, mean werewolf, kid. I am tough and rough." Wynter bends down to her level.

"Aww, you said ruff. Like a sweet little puppy dog. Ruff, ruff!" Zoey says making me smile at her.

"We are beasts of the forest, we will never be tamed. Oh boy. Oh wow, that's great. Oh wow." She stops acting tough when Zoey scratches behind her ear.

"We're nothing like you zombies." Willa stands up.

"You sort of are. Your moonstone necklaces are powered, right? Kind of like their organic Z-bands." I motion to her necklace.

"You're smarter than he looks." She tells me and Zeds face falls making me laugh/

"Thanks, and I am smarter than him." I tell her.

"That necklace keeps you from fully wolfing out?" Zed tries to touch her necklaces so she smacks his hand away.

"The opposite. Our moonstones make us our true werewolf selves." She explains.

"So without it you'd be human?" Zed asks.

"No, we'd die. We'd be nothing." She tells him.

"Imagine how alive you'd feel if you didn't have to tamp things down. Hold back your true selves." He changes the topic.

"Actually, Eliza has a theory." I point at her and she tries to say we might've evolved beyond our need for the band but Zed stops her.

"Z-bands are great. They help you fit in. And I think you guys would have a much better time at Seabrook if you just followed in our footsteps. Join a club, play football. I'll even teach you how to tackle. Just lighten up. Be more like us." He tells them so they get up to leave.

"Do it like the zombies do. Brush your fangs when you wake up. Comb your hair, do your make up. Sleep at night, don't stay up. Do it like the zombies do. Don't stand out when you're fittin' in. When in doubt, do the opposite." Zed gets their attention while Zoey and I watch.

"Don't listen to him, he's a hypocrite." Wyatt and Willa tell the pack.

"Do it like the zombies do. All you got do is give an inch, then we gon' take it to the top. Do it like the zombies do." Zed tells them.

"When the moon is full, no howling." Willa comes back at him.

"Don't run in the halls, no growling." Wyatt joins in.

"Let's go to the mall, start styling. Do it like the zombies do. Trim your claws, get a manicure." Willa gets sassy.

"Cut your bangs, leave it on the floor." Wyatt adds.

"Now wag your tail like a Labrador." Wynter shakes her imaginary tail.

"Do it like zombies do. All you got do is give an inch then we gon' take it to the top. Do it like the zombies do, don't stop." Zed goes under Wyter's arm before grabbing her hand to make her join but Wyatt moves are away.

"Stand up, stand up, stand up straight, do your homework. Smile a lot when you network. Did I mention no one gets hurt?" Zed puts his arms around Willa an Wyatt before elbowing him in he chest. "Do it like the zombies do. I hope you're open to my advice." He hands them two hats.

"Oh, it's invaluable to us, right?" Willa asks.

"Huh, sounds like this could be a paradise." Wyatt says it sarcastically. "Do it like the zombies do." They take the hats off throwing them to the ground.

"Why should we change? They should be like us. Yeah, he may eat brains, but he's got no guts." Willa makes the wolves laugh. "He's gone insane, yeah, he's acting nuts. Come on, we've got moves to bust." Wyatt says before they all join together and Zoey and I copy the dance of the the side having fun.

All you got do is give an inch then we gon' take it to the top Do it like the zombies do, don't stop Do it like the zombies do

Wynter tackles Zed as he spins a football on his finger making all the wolves laugh then all howl. "Ugh!" Zed groans in pain.

#zed necrodopolis #addison wells #bucky buchanan #eliza zambie #bonzo zombies #bree zombies #wyatt lykensen #willa lykensen #wynter barkowitz #a lan #a li #a spen #zombies #disney zombies #zombies 2 #dcom #zombies dcom #milo manheim

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ramen8008 · 9 months

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Y'all I know I haven't talked about the awakening movie but I literally don't know what to say 😭

I've watched it for a while now so I guess I'll try my best (also spoilers obviously)

First of all I do love Lou's voice and as much as I'm kinda upset about Cristina not singing cause she also has a beautiful voice I can't be that petty cause Lou is also very talented.

Another thing is there are obviously big differences between the show characters and the movie characters. (Especially Adrien but imma talk about him later)

Same with the plot line it's obviously different for many reasons.

OMG THE SONGS?!?

I was 3 minutes in and Marinette just busts into a song?!? I DID NOT expect that😭.

Talking about songs WHERE THE HELL WAS "THE WALL BETWEEN US"?!?

How and why?!?

AND that song was supposed to be for both Adrinette and Ladynoir. Where Adrien is in love with both and vice versa but THEY JUST TOOK OUT THAT WHOLE STORYLINE FROM THE MOVIE?!?

I DO NOT think you UNDERSTAND just how GREAT THIS COULD HAVE BEEN!

Also Adrien saying "Marinette is so weird" 🤨 He WOULD NOT day that.

OKAY back to the songs we DID get.

1. Literally in love with the "You are ladybug" loved Tikki and it was really uplifting and motivating I loved it. Also tikki's sarcasm the whole time like "I'm about to kick your butt if you don't start to listen" 😑 to Marinette trying to convince Tikki she isn't cut out to be ladybug 😭.

2. STRONGER TOGETHER!!! I AM IN LOVE! ITS LITERALLY ALL THEIR FEELING PUT INTO ONE SONG!

"You saved the world every day with your mask but the girl behind it saved my heart"

AHHHHHHH!!! Omg my sweet cinnamon boy

"What is this feeling now? I cannot fall for him"

DO YOU SEE?!? Literally all their feelings out into one song INCLUDING their feelings in the show throughout all the seasona

3. "MY LADY" !! cat noir's song! OH MY SWEET SUNSHINE BOY ✨

"It's been a while since I smiled and meant it" !!!😭😭😭

Every lyric in this song brings me back to season 1- 3 chat noir! Oh I love it so much.

I guess I do have a lot to say huh? Mostly about the songs but I'll make a whole different post about all of them because I don't think Y'ALL UNDERSTAND THE DEPTH OF THESE SONGS.

My next point isn't that big of a deal but I would have LOVED to see a scene with every ship dynamic in the movie. Like a small scene with Marichat, and another one with Ladrien. I was just WAITING to see a small clip of each of the ships of the love square.

Great animation but that was expected especially with how long we waited.

Another thing is with how this ended. I know the whole storyline was different with how it was Marinette's first day to many other things which makes sense because it was Zag's work and also because obviously they could just make half the movie the same as the origins.

With how it ended I am a little sceptical about the next film which is said to be released in 2026 (none of us believe it) but with how it ended I think we'll see a dynamic we've never actually seen in the show.

Meaning that them knowing each other's identities and being in love and then fighting a new villian. This is a dynamic we haven't seen in the show - other than clips of it during episodes where their memories were erased. And I am really excited for that.

Also I feel like since they made Gabriel a good guy I do think they'll make Natalie truly evil. WHICH I CANNOT STAND TO SEE. Do I really hope that's not the case.

ALSO speaking of Gabriel the god damn difference between how he treated Adrien when he found out he was chat noir in the movie vs the show will never not be funny to me 😭.

I think THIS was the difference between the Gabriel who just wanted his wife and the mother of his child back vs the Gabriel who got too obsessed with getting the miraculous and didn't actually care about his son.

That's all (for now) thanks for coming to my ted talk. I really thought I didn't have much to say but it turns out I did.

I'll post about all the songs in the movie later

#mlb awakening #mlb awakening movie #miraculous awakening movie #miraculous awakening #spoilers #miraculous #mlb #chat noir #ladybug #adrien #marinette #ladybug and chat noir #chat #ladynoir #ship #marichat #adrienette #ladrien #reveal

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aa-carnivorousfatality · 10 months

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Incorrect quotes. Ft. Carnage, Lasher and Mayhem

Lasher: Why are there little handprints all over the walls? Carnage, whispering: Why are there little handprints all over the walls? Mayhem, whispering: Because I have little hands. Carnage: Because they have little hands.

Mayhem: I will find us a covered wagon and horses. Mayhem: If you two can manage to not kill each other while I'm gone. Lasher: Oh, please. We're not children. *Mayhem leaves* Lasher, casually: ...Eat shit and die. Carnage, also casually: Yes, fuck you

Lasher: So what’s the plan? Carnage: I don’t know. You’re smart, *points at Mayhem* they’re mean, come up with something.

Carnage: Why were you up yesterday until 3am? Mayhem: How did you know I was up until 3am? Lasher: We could hear you clapping to the FRIENDS intro every 25 minutes.

Carnage: When will Ted himself...finally show up to the talk? Lasher: The final boss. Mayhem: You guys know TEDtalks stands for technology, entertainment, and design talks, right? Carnage: I will not let Ted hide behind these lies any longer!

Mayhem: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life. Carnage: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind? Mayhem: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die. Lasher: Edible.

Mayhem: I have locked Lasher in a cage designed by their own art. Oh, they have been well and truly hoist by their own petard. Carnage: Could you put it another way? I didn’t understand a word of that. Mayhem: I’m blackmailing them. Carnage: Oh, happy days.

Lasher: What would Carnage think? Mayhem: Ok, that’s an interesting thought, but hear me out: what if… we ran an experiment where we spent the rest of our lives finding out what happened if we never told them?

Mayhem: I think I did fairly well on my anatomy quiz! :) Carnage: I forgot I was doing a test. Mayhem: Carnage. Carnage: I said the vertebrae was the back stick because I thought it was funny.... Lasher: Carnage.

Carnage: Do you cook? Mayhem: I made a cake once. Lasher: Yeah, it was good. Mayhem: Really? Lasher: Don’t make me lie twice, Mayhem

Lasher: Who wants to make fifty bucks? Mayhem: How? Lasher: I need someone to take the fall. Mayhem: What did you do? Lasher: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked. Carnage, from the other room: Oh my god. Lasher: ... Carnage: OH MY GOD! Mayhem: Make it a hundred. Lasher: Deal.

*Carnage teaching Lasher to drive and taking Mayhem along for the ride* Carnage: That's a pothole. To the left! Lasher: Take it back now y'all *Drives into pothole* Mayhem, sticking their face into the front over the center console: Cha Cha real smooth. Lasher: I don't think that's how the song goes. Carnage, crying and gripping the handle: Please just take me home. Lasher: Country Roads. Mayhem: To the place. Lasher and Mayhem in unison: I Belong! Carnage, crying harder: What the fuck?

Lasher: When Mayhem was born, the gods said, "They're too perfect for this world." Carnage: Please. When they were born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."

Lasher: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Mayhem's birthday invitations. Carnage: Well, what are they supposed to say? Lasher: "Mayhem's birthday". Carnage: So, what do they say instead? Lasher: "Mayhem’s bi". Carnage: Carnage: Works out either way.

Carnage: I’m telling you, my team is competent. Mayhem, rushing in: Carnage! Lasher tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

Lasher: We need to open this locked door. Mayhem, give me your credit card. Mayhem: Here. Lasher, pocketing it: Thanks. Carnage, break down the door.

Carnage: Guess what number I’m thinking of. Mayhem: 420? Carnage: No, that’s really immature of you. Someone else guess, and please take this seriously. Lasher: 69. Carnage: Yeah it was 69.

#ooc mobile.#I CANT #CRYING #SOBBING #WOULD YALL BELIEVE THAT I WAS ON THIS GENERATOR FOR AN HOUR?#ITS SO ACCURATE WTF #spybiote #onopoeia

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causticsunshine · 4 years

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still on a break and feeling very lost but i’ve reached the stage of self care/coping where i started reading old 1d fanfics despite not liking or really understanding the appeal of RPF anymore and oh god it makes me feel like i’m in a warm cocoon of blankets... my time in the 1d fandom was pretty lonely and isolating most of the time save a few friends i made but there was always a lot of good fic to read....

god am i honestly considering redrawing some of the old crap fanart i did just to feel something again despite me genuinely not having as much fun drawing rl people....maybe will not confirm or deny and i prob won’t even do it lmao

#alex talks #text #fun fact i mostly did chibi art of 1d bc it did better than my 'real' style lmao god i wish y'all saw how i was in 1d fandom and how much #it explains shit about my behavior in harringrove + other things i've been interested in since #perspective and apprehension i have now w popularity circles and the treatment of creators in fandom #which has in turn affected how much i actually enjoy being involved in fandom but. it was also a good learning experience #and despite the discomfort i feel w RPF now due to lines being crossed very easily old fics still bring me joy and comfort #god i love these Idiots and even if some of them act like dumbasses sometimes i'm still grateful for the light they shone in my life #(why am i talking about them like they're dead lmao they're Fine)#one day i will have to see them in concert... seeing the jonas brothers last fall felt v coming full circle to me and i gotta do teenage me #some justice esp after i was in ft lauderdale for the last night of UAN and my cousin refused to take me :')#alright i'm done thanks for coming to this ted talk i'm gonna ghost for 3 days again and finish this 75k baby fic

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fae-nyx · 2 years

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how i managed to finally finish a sketchbook

1. i didn't

I'm joking. Don't worry. A terrible mix of anxiety, procastination, perfectionism (especially towards things i care about) has always made it LITERALLY impossible to finish a sketchbook. And you know everyone says "practice practice practice" and it's 100% true but it's difficult and frustrating when you just can't. finish. a sketchbook.

Now to the terrible -trust me- terrible steps of how i achieved such thing (without using daily challenges, which can be counter productive if you skip even a day, for me) :

you know those like.. pretty pretty stationery sketchbooks that feel like sO INSPIRING AND PRETTY AND SLJSKSK y'know? Avoid them. Completly. In the end, for me, they put already an expectation on how good the inside should have been. i picked an old school notebook with a dumb cover and literal squared paper.

Skip the first page. Or like, ruin it completly. i know I KNOW it's difficult and bad and it feels like sO WRONG but do it DO IT

Actually, when you don't know how to finish a page or how to do a page so that it is 'as pretty' as the previous one, skip it. You can ALWAYS come back to it.

Use any media you want you have to reach the point of not cARING. now y'all will kill me but i use actual watercolors (the cheapest ones of course) on that notebook. It looks terrible til it dries and again feels so so wrong. BUT AT LEAST i made a watercolor drawing, where usually i would have just half done it because i felt like i was ruining a pretty page or a pretty sketchbook

Do not be afraid of errors. Cut some paper (or anything really) and just stick it on the thing you don't like. drawing it again can't do you bad (if you're in the mood)

MIX MEDIA

Obsessed with something lately? DRAW/WRITE IT! doing a research for some art/writing thing? PUT THAT IN THE NOTEBOOK TOO! just seeing a lot of completed pages will make u feel a little more motivated

at the same time, do not be afraid of putting it aside for long. don't be the me that used to say "oh i haven't drawn in this for so long..... now my drawings will be so different..... it'll look so bad in one place...." no. YOU GOTTA draw in that

Same goes for the medium you're using. "oh i have done a lot of pencils... i can't possibly put in there a markers drawing...." YOU CAN. DO IT

Thank you for coming to my ted talk i'm done now

gO DRAW

Disclaimer : this is for getting you into the habit of having a sketchbook/scrapbook, of course squared paper and copy paper are not the best for art or the mediums I use. but that's exactly the point!

#reference #sketchbook #starting a sketchbook #artists #sketch #drawing #how to draw #drawing tutorial #drawing reference #inktober #scrapbook

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bitchassbucky · 3 years

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Word Count: 2k

Warning/s: toxic/abusive relationship dynamics, gaslighting and manipulation, abduction, injuries were mentioned, stalking, dark!bucky x dark!reader, emotionally/mentally unstable!reader, dismemberment (not gore-y but still), three very special character mentions, shady corporate stuff, career sabotage?, food mention, sedation/drugging, f-words.

A/N: oh my god, this is the final chapter of CTRL. to all who read from the start, thank y'all so fucking much - from the bottom of my big-ass heart, thank you so much for coming along with this journey. this is my first FINISHED series, oh my god. to @babyboibucky (CTRL's number one fan), @sarge-barnes-sir, and @borikenlove thank you so much for indulging my inner degenerate GHJSDFG and for screaming (affectionately) at me when i first let y'all read the finished draft.

BUT THIS IS NOT THE END (just yet), i will be uploading TWO epilogues very soon: the explicit version and the not-so-explicit version. stay tuned!

follow the CTRL series:

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iii - .raw

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v - .zip

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Your demeanor, character, even tone, changed.

Calculated, cold, unnerving.

But you sat there like a housewife in front of her husband, eating spaghetti and meatballs. Acting all dandy like there isn’t a man strapped onto the chair four feet away from you.

“C’mon, darling, eat! I made your favorite,” your eyes twinkled as Bucky helplessly tugged on his restraints, “oh, sorry, you’re tied up.”

Hm, sick in the head, bad for the heart.

“What do you want?” Oh, wow, even talking hurts for him. His throat is all dried up, he tasted something bitter under his tongue.

You chuckled, moving half a meatball around your mostly empty plate, “for you to stop treating me like I’m stupid.” You spear the meat with your fork, swirling it in the sauce, “I know you’ve been… checking in on me, Bucky.”

Oh, fuck.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I was-- I mean, look at you--” He’s making it worse. You’re mad. You’re angry because he was being a good friend.

He only did that because you were lonely and he’s right: you are lonely.

So lonely that you’re willing to kidnap a grown man to keep you company, “I’m so sad for you.”

“You’re aware you’re the one’s been tied up, right?” You’re curt as you should be, scooting over near Bucky to feed him.

“I can’t eat that—” If he wasn’t sitting down and tied, Bucky would’ve vaulted over you and called the neighbors, she’s fucking crazy!

You giggled, rolling your eyes as if he had the freedom to make a choice right now, “if you’re thinking of screaming… More than half of my neighbors are felons or on parole, I doubt that they’ll call 911.”

Jutting forward the fork, you let the prongs gently touch Bucky’s lips, “now, eat! We have so much to talk about.”

“No. I don’t-- I’m not hungry.” He shakes his head, the fork hitting his chin and clanking down the floor.

“Just eat the fucking food, Steve!”

Bucky flinched at your sudden outburst. The words—the name—seeping in a moment later. Steve? Who the hell is Steve? Was he your husband? Boyfriend? His head throbbed again, his mouth filling with saliva like he’s about to throw up.

You kneel down, pulling a napkin from the table to wipe the meat and the sauce from the floor.

“This better not stain.”

—

He promised thrice.

Once over pasta and meatballs, once over dessert, and once when you were clearing the table.

You relented, of course. Half because you love him and half because it’s getting annoying.

“As long as you don’t leave me, okay?”

“Yes, I promise. I won’t leave you.”

Bucky’s still seating on the dinner chair, slightly slumped without the ropes holding him up, “look, I’m really sorry about the anesthetic, I went overboard with it.” You look over to him—at least he’s regaining his fingers and arms again.

“It’s okay, babe, I wouldn’t trust me either.” If he could stand up, he’d go over and hug you. Helping with the dishes, peppering you with sweet kisses.

A genuine laugh slips out of your lips, “ugh, still… I’m really sorry.”

The last of the plates were neatly stacked, cups and cutleries were placed gently on a drying rack. It was getting late, you could tell.

“I’m not mad, by the way.” You muse, prompting Bucky to lean forward, listening to you.

“What do you mean?” He takes your hand into his, ever so gently.

“You did that,” you squeeze his hand back, gazing into his soulful eyes, “because you love me.”

Did you know that some people could read microexpressions well? Bucky went through a whole lot of them before answering, “of course, I do.”

Contemplating whether you call him out on it or not, you hum, placing a gentle hand on his jaw, “it’s okay, you’ll learn how to love me.”

He has to. He has no other choice.

Bucky clears his throat, “have you seen my phone?” His tone was hopeful, upbeat, maybe he can reach out to someone, anyone, before you can do any more damage.

“Yeah, ‘s on the couch.”

He tried to move, he really did. Bucky’s fairly strong, he can bench an easy 140 on a good day. But even the beefiest motherfuckers have no match for Propofol.

“Don’t worry about your friends, they’re not worried about you, Buck.” The coolness of your tone sends Bucky into a panic—again. “D’you wanna check your messages though? There’s a lot of ‘em.”

Grabbing his phone, you asked Siri to read him his latest notifications.

Urgent: Notice of Immediate Termination

From Joaquin: Where are you, man?

From John W.: Do you have copies?

Urgent: Notice of Immediate Termination

Urgent: Gross Misconduct

From Joaquin: Bucky, what the fuck?

From Samuel Wilson: Pick up the phone, Barnes. You’re fired.

17 missed calls from an unknown number

From John W.: I knew you were a freak but holy shit, dude!

72 text messages from an unknown number

Bucky never really liked horror movies. It made him jumpy and anxious. Too paranoid, even. But now? Now he’s sure that people have never experienced sheer fright before.

His toes cramped inside his boots, his feet were cold, sweating. The little hairs on his legs stood up, goosebumps littering the entirety of his body. If he held his breath, he’s sure he could hear his heart hammering out of his chest. The blood rushes past his ears and onto the base of his skull—he’s gonna be sick.

“What,” he gulped back the saliva pooling in his mouth, “what did you do?”

You’re irritatingly calm, “well, I mean… We’re already together, what do you need those for, right?”

Putting a warm hand over his forehead, you cooed, “poor thing, you look sick.”

—

Bucky thinks it’s well past midnight when the anesthetic wore off.

His limbs were heavy, he had to lean on the wall every couple of steps to regain his balance. Helpless. He’s helpless and you both know it. As if it’s a bear trap, Bucky carefully took his phone from the coffee table.

Why would you leave it unattended?

The screen lights up as soon as he picked up, his lock screen littered with ‘fuck yous’, ‘sicko’, and his personal favorite, ‘motherfucker.’

Ignoring the glaring messages, he went straight for the emergency dialler and—you took out his SIM card, snapping it into two neat pieces, placing it beside the phone.

Bitch.

The golden surface of the card was scratched too, he can’t do anything, use it as a toothpick, maybe? His phone was just as good as a paperweight.

He looks out of the window, limping towards it. Even if he could climb over, it would take him forever to get onto the street. Your neighbors would probably think that he’s just on a bad trip.

“It’s bolted shut. Perks of living alone as a single female.” Your voice made him flinch back, like a kid whose hand was halfway down the cookie jar.

Bucky plays it off with a cough, he can’t be weak now, “no, babe, I was checking out a noise. You ready for bed?”

You smiled softly, taking his hand and draping his arm on your shoulders as you prop him against you, “almost, big guy. Gotta get you settled in bed first. Are you tired?”

Nodding, Bucky kisses your temple, “yeah.” He just needs to play with your sick little games until he regains his strength.

Where would he go? His reputation and his job are besmirched, his apartment is probably crawling with forensics too.

“You fell down and banged your head earlier. Nasty cut on your head too. I told you to not tire yourself much.”

You hit and drugged me but I digress, “Yes, darling. ‘M sorry.”

“You scared me, Buck. I thought you were dead.” Are these tears forming in your eyes?

“I’m not leaving you, not by any chance. I promise.”

He promises a fourth time.

—

Your bedroom was bigger than he thought. But of course, he only saw your desk and your bed through the webcam.

Save from the Ted Bundy-esque corkboard you have in front of your workspace, he feels weirdly at home. You tucked him in, reminding him to wake up every two hours for the painkillers.

“You’re not going to bed?” He muses from behind you, all cocooned in your blankets.

“Just need to take this phone call real quick, babe.” Your back was turned from him as you work on your company laptop. He noticed that the webcam is covered with white tape.

The sound of an incoming call filled the room before you quickly answer it, your voice turning hoarse and raspy as if you’ve been crying.

Hi, Mr. Wilson. I’m so sorry for the late call. Do I- do I need to come in tomorrow? I just... I don’t feel comfortable facing everyone—I used all my home hours this week and—

Miss L/N, I’m glad you reached out to me. Is it okay if I record this call for security purposes? It’s just for you, me, and the HR department.

You turned to Bucky, your face is stone-cold but your voice belonged to someone so utterly helpless.

No, you don’t have to call into work tomorrow… Or any other day.

A dainty gasp and a fucking sob comes out of your mouth, your eyes were telling a different story.

Am I fired?

God, no. Please, Miss L/N, don’t worry about that. We want you with us through this entire debacle. We want you to take some time off—paid. We’ll also grant you… a grievance package.

You could almost hear what he would say next.

As long as you don’t talk to any members of the press or any journalists until our friends in the PR department can clean this up.

A triumphant smile creeps on your bare features, putting a finger in front of your lips, you mimic a ‘shh’ gesture to Bucky.

You round up another mirthless sob as the CEO drones on about the bureaucracy of this whole thing.

He was really nice to me, you know? He took me out on dinners and lunches. He even brought me to his place and I– nothing happened but I can’t stop thinking about it.

I’m really sorry, Miss L/N. I thought he was…

A good guy? I really thought so too.

Please stay offline for a bit, just for the weekend, alright? Someone from the HR department will be in touch with you for the process. We don’t wanna be a hassle more than what Barnes is. On our behalf, please accept our deepest apologies.

Jesus, this guy had the PR department cook up an apology letter.

Thank you—thank you so much, Mr. Wilson. I’ll keep in touch.

You burst out in laughter a second after the call ended. Hearty laughter, the one where you can feel your belly tightening.

“Did you hear how good I was, baby? Oh my god, we had them fooled.”

We? Fuck your ‘we.’

You slide over the covers, propping up yourself with your elbow as you turn to face Bucky, “don’t worry, you don’t need them anymore. You have me, yeah? We have each other.”

—

Out of the most bizarre things that happened to him last week, finding dismembered fingers in the fridge was the least of his concerns.

“Honey!” Bucky calls out, holding the ziplock bag with a pair of tongs.

You bound down the stairs, your laptop in hand as you squint, “what am I looking at?”

Bucky hesitated, maybe he’s going insane too, “fingers. Dismembered fingers—are these yours?”

Setting down the laptop onto the table, you peck him on the cheek, smiling as if him holding a baggie with human remains is just your Sunday normal, “god, I hope not. I need my hands to do things.”

As soon as you look back at him, you dropped the facade: “those are Steve’s. Well, used to be.”

Bucky’s afraid to ask the question where’s the rest of him?

“You know the term pinky promise, right? Well, it has a dark origin.”

Just as fast as a bustling train, Bucky rakes his brain for all the times he promised you something. Hoping that he won’t end up with a stump for a hand.

One vividly bright memory is seared into his brain though, the days blurred together with sharp edges and mismatched colors: we love how we were taught to love.

So, who taught you how to love like this?

#bitchassbucky writes #dark!bucky #dark!bucky barnes #dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky x reader smut #dark!bucky x reader fluff #dark!bucky x reader angst #dark!bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader smut #dark!bucky barnes x reader angst #dark!bucky barnes x reader fluff

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leabethchase · 3 years

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I'm sorry but at this point I don't understand people who want Rina to happen. Like I kind of understand the appeal because the two have great chemistry when they were friends. But after watching this last episode and now knowing that this entire time Ricky KNEW of Gina's feelings and still went to her asking for advice about Nini and even had the audacity to say "If WE were dating..."

This is who we want for Gina?

Let me tell you what I want for Gina. I want someone who is going to want her FIRST. Gina is amazing and deserves to be a first choice, not a second choice. And if Ricky and Nini break up and Rina happens, Gina was never his first choice. At that point she's basically a rebound! She deserves someone who wants her as badly as she'd want him. And besides, Ricky is showing to be waaaay too clingy and obsessive, especially in this last episode. I know he's going through some shit but the boy either needs to be single or calm tf down.

My point is, Ricky isn't an awful person but Gina deserves better than someone who is constantly putting their own feelings in front of others'.

And I'm just going to say it.....she needs someone like EJ. And I know the age difference (3 years honestly isn't even that bad) is touchy for some of y'all, but I just know that boy would treat her so good. Especially this grown, changed version of him. He'd constantly just be attuned to her feelings and I know he'd dote on her, which is what she deserves after constantly being there for everyone else. And if its not EJ, then she needs someone like him

Also its very obvious, to me at least, that Nini and Ricky are the Finn/Rachel, Riley/Lucas of the show. They're going to have their problems but at the end of the day they'll most likely be endgame. And this is coming from someone who can't stand Rini.

Also I hope that now that Ashlyn knows what's going on and what happened Gina has a better support system to help deal with it. My tough girl has been carrying all her feelings all alone.

That's all. Thanks for coming to my usual Friday HSMTMTS Ted Talk

#hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #gina porter #sofia wylie #ricky bowen #joshua bassett #ej caswell #matt cornett #nini salazar roberts #olivia rodrigo #high school musical

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Gwynriel : She breaks up with one of us, she breaks up with all of us.

Over the last 3 months, Gwyn had grown very close with Elain. They even considered each other sisters. Elain had even started coming to training, but she had backed out after a week, for being a valkyrie, was not for her.

Elain and Azriel had also grown closer to each other. Even though, they had been dating since 3 months only, the had had sex. All thanks to the great Gwyneth Berdara, who had practically begged Rhysand to let them date each other.

Gwyn had promised Azriel that she would find out a way for him and Elain to date, she did. But, they still had to follow rhys' condition, that they could not date each other exclusively.

Elain still had to go to the day court to spend at least 3 days with Lucien, they had become good friends now, or as Rhysand thought.

Elain was, well, she had started to grow a liking for Lucien. She noticed that even though he was shy in front of the inner circle, he just wouldn't shut up in front of her. Elain knew there was some kind of relationship between Helion and Lucien, as they often went to the day court, but she didn't press on the matter. She was impressed about the amount of sarcastic jokes Lucien could make.

He told her his idol was "Chandler Bing", one of the characters from a human sitcom. He said he was the king of sarcasm, and after watching 10 seasons of the show, Elain too realized that. Every time Elain visited him, they watched at least one episode from the sitcom. And if they really really liked the episode, they would re watch it and would enact as characters. Elain had a lot of fun, especially as she could be herself around him.

She didn't have to pretend to like anything, and didn't have to do anything to impress him. Sometimes she would catch him staring at her during the sitcom, she never said anything, not until today :

"You're staring" She said, trying to stop the smile tugging at her lips, her eyes still on the television. Yet, from the corner of her eye she could see Lucien's cheeks had become the colour of his hair.

"Am not" He said, his voice sounding a little shy, which led to Elain chuckling a bit and looking at him, only to find he was still staring at her. They were currently watching the episode, "The one with the proposal" and both Chandler and Monica were on their knees.

Elain didn't back down from his stare, she kept looking at him. But she couldn't help glancing at his lips once or twice. They were sitting extremely close today for some reason.

And if they moved a bit closer, their lips would touch. Lucien was too staring at her lips now, and Monica was happy crying. Gods! He was looking good today. Elain knew she shouldn't do anything, that she was still in a relationship with Azriel, but she couldn't help but lean in slowly, and touch his lips with hers.

Elain started kissing him, but he didn't move, he didn't kiss her back, and just when she was gonna give up and move back, his hand strangled her hair and tilted her head in a way so that he could kiss her in a better manner.

Fireworks started exploding everywhere, Elain had never felt such a thing while kissing anyone, not even Azriel.

And that one kiss, had led to another and another and something else.

(Gwynriel starts from here)

And now, Elain was on her way to break up with Azriel. She'd been seeing Lucien since a month now, which meant only three days. But in those three days, she had never been happier, and she wanted nothing more, than to spend time with her mate.

With Azriel it had always been about him, what he liked. And Gwyn would always be the one to tell her that. What kind of flowers, instruments, sleeping positions, and whatnot Azriel liked. But Elain didn't find it creepy, as she knew Azriel and Gwyn were best friends.

But she always had the pressure of being with Azriel, it was like she was a puppet who had to do exactly as told. Now, she had had enough, and was gonna tell him, that she wants to break up.

Well not before telling Gwyn. Elain and Gwyn were sitting in the House of Wind's library. They were reading a book, Elain opened her mouth to speak a few times but then shut it.

Until she finally gathered the courage to speak, "I need to tell you something", "Okay" Gwyn replied, not looking up from her book. "I need you to be quiet about it", Gwyn looked at Elain and said, "When am I not?"

"Literally never" Elain said and Gwyn rolled her eyes. Elain continued, "I wanna break up with Azriel", "WHAT", "WAY TO BE QUIET" Elain shouted back and Gwyn took a long breath.

"Why do you wanna break up with Az?" Asked Gwyn after calming herself down. After Elain kept quiet for a few minutes, Gwyn finally understood, "oh, Oh, OH! YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH LUCIEN", "I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH LUCIEN", "THEN WHY DO YOU WANNA BREAK UP WITH AZ".

"BECAUSE I CAN'T-I CAN'T BE MYSELF AROUND HIM!." Gwyn opened her mouth but Elain continued, "ALL THE TIME GWYN, ALL THE FUCKING TIME! YOU'RE TELLING ME WHAT TO DO, WHAT HIS FAVOURITE THINGS ARE, WHAT HE LIKES TO DO! WELL I CAN'T DO ALL THAT, I CAN ONLY BE MY SHITTY SELF AROUND LUCIEN AND NOT AZ CAUSE I'VE GOT SO MUCH PRESSURE! FROM YOU, FROM NESTA, FROM RHYS AND WHAT NOT. IT'S-it's too much for me Gwyn, I-I'm sorry".

And then Elain left, leaving Gwyn with guilt of being a bad friend. Gwyn was upset, and when she thought she couldn't be more upset, she sensed the shadowsinger around her.

Azriel paced to his room, knowing that Gwyn was following him, he still slammed the door shut, and the tears he'd been fighting finally came loose.

Even though he slammed the door in her face, Gwyn still came in his room after a few minutes. He was sitting on the floor, with his back resting on the side of the bed.

Gwyn didn't know what to do, so she just sat on the floor, beside him. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Gwyn noticed there was something in his hand that was resting on the floor. She took his hands, and opened its fist, only to see a ring box.

Gwyn gaped at the box and Azriel let out a dark chuckle, his sobs had stopped now. "You were going, to propose?" And Azriel chuckled once again, but that chuckle was muffled by a sob.

Gwyn didn't know how to react, "YOU'VE BEEN DATING FOR THREE MONTHS" Gwyn shouted at him, clearly angry and surprised by his stupidity. Azriel didn't say anything. He just brought the ring box closer to his chest, and opened it.

That ring. Gwyn could have sworn all the diamonds of the world were present in that ring. Azriel just took the ring out of the ring box, and looked at it, a sad smile on his face.

Gwyn just stared at the ring, not able to form any words. And then Azriel asked, "Do you think she would've liked it?" and offered it to Gwyn to look at. Gwyn was silent for a while and then said, "No" and Azriel chuckled.

"Why not?" He tried to be amusing, but his voice still broke. And then Gwyn looked at him with an emotion in her eyes, that even Azriel could not recognize, "Because if she loved you, she would never want such an expensive ring. She would want you to save money for your future with her instead".

And then Azriel smiled, a genuine smile, but a sad one. And then he said, "It was good while it lasted" while not breaking his eye contact with Gwyn, and then Gwyn repeated, "It was good while it lasted".

And then ice creams appeared at both their sides and they both chuckled, Gwyn opened hers and it was Belgium Chocolate. And Azriel opened his and it was Dark chocolate. The house also provided them with brownies to eat.

They both chuckled and sat there the entire night, stealing bites from each other's ice cream. And contemplating whose heart ache was worse :

"Well I lost a future wife" Azriel said and stole a bite of Gwyn's ice cream and mixed with his own. Gwyn tried to move away but he still got the bite anyway.

"Well I lost a friend". Azriel was not even listening to her at the moment, just trying to take bites of her ice cream.

He then took another bite and at this time, Gwyn didn't even try to move away, she just stole one bite of his ice cream and then made a face, "How can you eat such ice cream? It has no sugar!" which led to Azriel laugh, a full and real laugh. Gwyn just looked at him, and burst out laughing as well.

*It took me 2 hours to write this. It is currently 4am in the morning. ANYWAYS, hope you liked it. And I may not be online this month a lot as I have my mid terms coming up. ANYWAYS, this was ONE LONG headcanon, and I hope it fulfilled your quota. BUT, I hope y'all won't stop writing headcanons as I may not write any BUT I read ALOT. ANYWAYS, thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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correcting people's grammar is very elitist and pretentious. people make acquisition errors, but you're not their teacher so who cares. if it's not an acquisition error, it's a natural feature of an evolving language (like all languages do). there's many different dialects of English and they're constantly changing. for example, people saying "unproportionate" instead of "disproportionate" is a sign that the word is being used less, so more people are defaulting to the more common "un-" prefix. both versions of the word mean exactly the same thing, and insisting that one is more correct than the other just because some academics (who, lbr, were probably white men) wrote it into some books is not the flex you think it is. languages change. it's okay.

wow. i sat on this for a few minutes, not really knowing what to say. even in the original post, i said that i was not trying to be snobby or something like that, i was genuinely trying to help people who might have not known that they were making grammatical errors.

just because something is being done or gaining traction does NOT make it correct. if someone started reciting the alphabet from z-a and people followed them, would it be correct? because, lbr, the alphabet was also written by probably white men. if i went by your logic, that would be correct, yes?

and it was never a flex, idk where you missed that point. am i not even allowed to have a fucking pet peeve now? and for god's sake, they teach you that shit in elementary school.

now, here's the thing. something that really bothers me is that, how when a white person makes that mistake, it's ok, no one bats an eye because they know what they mean, right? but if a poc made the same mistake, it's a fucking crime. "oh, the accent!" they say, "go back to your country, you can't even speak our language!", they say, even though they know what they mean. you see where the problem is? poc have to strive harder in every aspect to not be discriminated, including, you guessed it, grammar. so of course, with people laughing at my accent, it is very important to me that i get it right. and if, along the way, i correct someone else's mistakes, what the hell is your problem, dear anon? poc be knowing, and acing, at least 2 different languages, and y'all still be making fun of them. so yes, it is a very big pet peeve of mine when we're exonerated for stuff that you'd let white people walk free for, and that includes grammar.

now, my friend @matthias-is-alive has something to say to you: "Listen bitch, it's called a pet peeve. People have them. Yeah, i get it if it's a mistake but like come on, they teach you this shit in 3rd grade you uncultured flaccid doorknob. In fact, you should be THANKING me for lessening your ignorance"

thanks for coming to my TED talk. i hope you have a good day

#tw anon hate #i think?

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galacticjava · 3 years

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so I know it's 2021 and death note aint exactly poppin anymore but let me say something here

one thing I love about death note that makes me both happy and sad is the fact that we are never shown how light actually is outside of the death note's influence. we see him for like twenty seconds before he picks up the death note, which is heavily, HEAVILYYYY implied to be cursed (Ryuk saying every human who's met with it has led a life of misfortune, light being DRASTICALLY different during yotsuba, it being said that the note makes people use it, etc)

so that gives people a LOT of wiggle room when writing light in fanfic. and that's fun and fine and good, but can I say that I am tired,,,, 🤌TIRED🤌 of seeing light just be actin exactly the same even when he's written as never even having touCHEd the death note

I GET IT, ITS YALLS AU AND YALL CAN WRITE WHATEVER U WANT HOWEVER U WANT!!!!!! it is yours to do with as u PLEASE 💕😤💕

But mannn my favorite light is a warm light. I rly like imagining light as being just as charming when he's himself as when he's Kira, BUT Real Light runs out of socially smooth, scripted things to say after about an hour, and eventually drifts into Dork Mode where he ends up talking about all this nerdy shit he's actually into (",,,,,,,,,,,,,,, have you heard of sanpaku eyes? I don't know how much merit it actually holds, but it's still an interesting observation. it means 'three whites' and it's in reference to how a lot of psychopaths have the top or bottom white of their eye visible around their iris--" "okay light")

more headcanons I have for my lil version of Actual Light I've created in my head:

• surprisingly funny and usually out of nowhere

• makes fun of L for being a "homeschooler" and how it explains a lot

• v close with sayu. plays wii and Pokémon with her and they go on morning jogs together before school while light quizzes her with unnecessarily complicated versions of her study guide to get a laugh in before breakfast

• much closer with his mom than he is with his dad. knows how to and is adept at sewing, cooking, and cleaning. I like to think his mom knew he Wasn't Straight Very Early On and they both know it but light still hasn't said anything out loud to her yet. they love each other v v much

• got his first and only failing grade when he was 14 just bc he forgot to do it. keeps a planner now and writes absolutely everything in it. L thinks it's funny bc light's so, so smart but he's also so forgetful. also forgets to eat all the time

• doesn't have any real friends and never has. really adept at socializing for a little while, but runs out of socially smooth things to say after about an hour, and that's kept him from making genuine friends bc no one else rly wants to talk about black holes or unsolved murders. has One Friend at To-Oh that sits next to him, and it's bc she listens to true crime podcasts and is rly interested in unsolved murders. that's it

• going off that, I also like to imagine light being really reALLY interested in L when he first meets him, not even romantically or anything. just bc hes never met anyone on his same wavelength and it's so cathartic just to sit and talk to L and not have to wait or slow down, bc L already knows what he's saying and what he means. loves playing chess as expected, but also loves playing "guess who" with L once they're good enough friends for a while to get there. they make up questions like "do they look like they wake up at 4:30 am every day and drink lemon water while they run before the sun is up" "yes" *flips down seven tabs*

• I see light as a heavy iced coffee drinker. not even bc he needs it to wake up or anything but just bc he likes the constant light buzz throughout the day, and it also helps him stay focused on everyday things that would otherwise bore him and make his mind wander. mans likes iced caramel macchiatos. eet eez what eet eez and it makes sense in my head

• don't clown me but y'all know how every lil genius in death note has their favorite snacks. aight so lights is fresh sliced oranges. mans could eat a whole bag by himself in an hour. I will not elaborate

• always does dress nice yeah, like Kira!Light, but also comfortably and sometimes like he's 45. Has never worn a pair of acidwash jeans in his life. Khakis or joggers 24/7, and the occasional slim fit dark jeans. has 20 cardigans. one pair of high top white vans, one pair of dark grey low top vans, and the rest would all qualify as business casual. doesn't know what a flip-flop is and will cut you off if he hears you say it

• loves cats and really wants one but soichiro doesn't want animals in the house. light secretly feeds a cat that comes to his windowsill every day and has named it "Mao" bc of its obnoxious meow. was once caught meowing at Mao to come closer by sayu walking home and she snapchatted it to him. sayu starts feeding Mao and scritching his ears while light goes to cram school

• openly likes tally hall, joji, mother mother, and glass animals. secretly likes ariana grande and lizzo. blares them in the car with sayu

• typical gifted kid piano player. soichiro signed him up for piano lessons upon learning light was gifted when he was young. uses his skills now to make piano renditions of cardi b songs

• sometimes bakes obsessively when stuck on something. during the Kira case, L walks in the headquarter's kitchen at 2 am to find a very tired looking watari and 16 apple crisps on the counter with light cutting out intricate dough shapes to decorate the tops. they meet eyes once light notices him and stay Silent for a minute. light says he can't get off the idea that it has to be supernatural, as silly as it sounds, because causing heart attacks in such a controlled manner is impossible. there's no way otherwise. L says he was starting to reluctantly think the same thing, but didn't want to overlook anything before he settled on that. they nod to themselves and light goes back to cutting out shapes. L grabs a plate of beignets light made a couple hours earlier and turns back around to walk out

well that's it. thanks for coming to my death note Ted talk

#death note #death note in 2021 ur readin that right #light yagami #I said the REAL light yagami #perfection #l lawliet #kind of #lawlight

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wait why do you hate hawks?? just curious not wanting to start an argument or anything

hawks is a lil bitch and if I ever saw him irl it'd be on sight. unfortunately he is a fictional character so that cannot happen, but it'd be fun to beat him up. like, sure, I might be even shorter than him with no ability to fight, n my only defenses are knives and fire, but in my soul I know I could win against this sky bastard.

nshsksjsj but like in all seriousness (warning for manga spoilers)

im a league stan first n foremost and holy shit was was everything involving twice's murder horrific and i cried so much fkdjkdk

hawks really went "twice was a good guy and I wanna be like him. how do I do that? hmmm.... I know, by supporting an abuser!" how dare u disrespect my mans honour. perish.

he's a grown ass man who is also in a position of power as not only a hero but the number two hero. and he decides to support an abuser. idc if his fans argue that "he has trauma from abuse so that's why he still supports endeavour." if I was in the bnha universe I wouldn't want someone who tries to argue that "he's changed now" in charge of protecting me.

speaking of his job as a hero, and twice, he states his mission clear as day. he was not tasked with murder. he was only to apprehend him and take him into custody. and legally, that's all heroes can do! their job is not to kill villains, nor even arrest them, but to detain them until the actual police show up to arrest 'em.

ALSO. LOOK. as much as I love dabi, and I don't wanna see him suffer any more than he already has, if hawks would've killed either of them in self defense, it would've been dabi. you don't-- you don't kill an exhausted man via literally stabbing him in the back (neck, technically) and claim the moral high ground

^^ that was specifically aimed towards his fans tbh. with the except of a few, his stans make me hate him even more

they shove him in EVERYTHING. can the league exist without hawks??? y'know, like they've been doing??? hawks is unnecessary and we as a society have progressed passed the point of needing him (we never needed him actually)

any time I see the infernal trio + hawks I am sent into a rage. y'all really erasing the rest of the league??? there is No Need to use hawks in ur "traumatized league members" posts or whatever bc the majority of the Actual League Members have tons of trauma already

dabihawks. need i elaborate

good god hawks has permeated dabi content so much there is at LEAST like, three untagged d/h posts or just solo hawks posts every time I make the mistake of going into the dabi tag. spare me

I have what I think might be a genuine phobia of being murdered or smth, might be related to trauma things, and christ was the "hawks shows duffel bag body" scene NOT it for me. bad vibes all around n it makes me sick to even think of it. horrifying to me even tho I hate best jeanist

(also dabi didn't even say "murder someone" this man just instantly went to murder, we should've known what would happen w twice)

speaking of trauma, hes like... very narcissistic and manipulative imo and when it comes to characters like that I bounce bc those r traits way too close to my own abuser

thank u for coming to my ted talk and I am SO sorry for writing like... a whole ass essay on why I hate him dnksbskdj I sincerely hope none of this felt like I was being aggressive or hostile towards you, and I apologise if it came off that way btw!! it Was pretty aggressive but it was meant towards hawks himself + certain types of hawks stans

#asks #anon #anti hawks #manga spoilers #thank u for asking btw!!#anti dabihawks #ask to tag

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karasunology · 4 years

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━ ❛ ➶ LOVE IN TRANSLATION ❜

➜ a walk through of oikawa's love language told through headcanons.

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ oikawa tooru <3

[ ♡ ] you've received two love notes from jae ! would you like to read both of them ?

💌 . . . TOORU🚪OIKAWAS ❌ FAVORITE 🎂 FOOD 🥘 IS 🕊 MILK 🥛 BREAD 🍞 HIS 🤤 PERSONAL 📽 MOTTO 🏛 IS 🚕 IF 🦽 YOURE 🧿 GONNA 📈 HIT 🚢 IT 🥃 HIT 🤾 IT 🏐 TIL 💡 IT 📬 BREAKS 🚫

💌 . . . dedicated to my fellow oikawa bitches and these lovely people that helped me put this shit together @tetsuwhore , @miel-meraki , @paripedia , @owlywrites i appreciate y'all😈💞

OIKAWA TOORU.

➜ oikawa is a passionate guy, so if he ever finds someone ― that being you ― that he knows will be worth being with, he'd be very much devoted to you as much he is devoted to volleyball.

➜ oikawa probably doesn't even have an ideal type i would like to say, since he's prolly too busy no thoughts, head empty & just volleyball, to even actually THINK of his own ideal type for an s/o

➜ but he didn't even need an ideal type ― all he wants is for someone to be understanding with his passion for volleyball and just him as a person

➜ and that person was you

➜ you were not only understanding his passion for the sport ― whether or not you play it too ― but you also support him in his games, which somehow was quite a darastic refreshing experience compared to his fangirls.

➜ you started out as a friend, a good one, but it didn't take him long for him to see you in a completely 180° angle.

➜ an angle that he wanted you to see him in too.

➜ he only probably had one or two girlfriends ― both probably dumping him because of volleyball, and he couldn't risk his chances with you.

➜ so when y'all FINALLY got together, he was a bit more clingier to you ― too scared to loose you because he isn't paying attention to you

➜ so when you learned that he was like that because he was terrified of you breaking up with him because he was too focused on volleyball, YOU WERE HAVING NONE OF IT !!! 😡🙅❌

➜ no sirrrr

➜ and when you guys talked it out with you reassuring him that you love him AND HIS UNCONDITIONAL PASSION for volleyball??? MANS ALMOST GOT UP TO TAKE YOU TO THE NEAREST CHURCH AND MARRY YOU RIGHT THEN AND THERE OMG

➜ oikawa : i aM KNEELING IN ONE KNEE BABE 👁👄👁💧💍

➜ mans was all 🏩💒💍🥰

➜ and that's when he knew that he would never fall in love with anyone again if they weren't you in a different life

➜ fuck man why do you got me on my feels like wtf tooru who gave to the right to make me feel like that

➜ loves pda, but not too much of it, you get me??

➜ like he could do it when his fangirls were there to ward them off, and with his teammates around.

➜ but he wouldn't be all over you in the middle of a crowded streets

➜ speaking of his fangirls, he fEELS SO BAD AND GUILTY THAT HE HAS THEM especially when they just crowd over him even tho they know his S/O IS LITERALLY RIGHT THERE BEING ALMOST TRAMPLED ON JSJSJSJSJ

➜ he used to love the attention but now all he wants was yours

➜ holy shit man that's tEETH ROTTENING TOORU

➜ so he knows he can't do much about his fangirls knowing that they're just there to support him too and give him love, but of course he'd definitely let borrow you HIS jersey and only you to let them know who's superior

➜ ✨y/n supremacy✨

➜ never wants to make you uncomfortable with his affections, he's also a very understanding guy and he'd never make you do something you don't want to

➜ that doesnt only apply to pda and stuff, just overall everything

➜ HE IS SO PRECIOUS OH MY GOD PLEASE TAKE GOOD CARE OF HIM FOR ME😭

➜ do😢 it😤 for😆 oikawa🐽tooru🚪

➜ HE'S A HOPELESS ROMANTIC Y'ALL

➜ like for real,,,,,

➜ when you do this thing where you take off his glasses at home just to kiss the bridge of his nose? MMMMM MANS A SUCKER FOR THAT

➜ LIKE BABY HEART EYES

➜ would be 10× clingier to you whenever you do something that made his heart palpitate like it's blasting tf off from earth to meet god himself mm sounds like a plan sir <3

“ but y/nnn-chann, you don't know what you're doing to be and it's unfair even for me ” he'd whine, as he wraps his arms around your shoulders, burrying his head to your neck with a pout rested on his lips.

➜ one of his favourite intimacy with you is kissing you, like call him old fashion or whatever but that mans is hearing NONE OF IT

➜ oikawa : call me old fashioned but i was raised to serve my spouse. i clean the dishes and cook their food. i do whatever they says bc they are my spouse and they make the rules around the house. they own me. i am their property. if they ever cheat on me it's bc i was lacking

➜ he loves getting his nose kissed but he loves kissing yours too

➜ like the first time he did it was a forehead kiss gone wrong and he accidentally kissed your nose leaving him UTTERLY FLUSHED AND EMBARESSED, he has never been so hot-faced before because he thought he just embaressed himself in front of you and aHhhh

➜ YO MANS GONNA BE THAT GIRL WHO FARTED ON CAMERA THAT PLAYED IT OF THAT IT WAS A GHOST

➜ like when he plays it off that he didn't just accidentally kiss ur nose <3

➜ same energy, same chaotic energy.

➜ LOVES IT WHEN YOU KISS HIS TEMPLES AFTER PRACTICE WHEN HE COMES TO CUDDLE YOU AFTER TAKING A LONG BATH BECAUSE PRACTICE WAS A BIT TOO MUCH THAT DAY

➜ just what @tetsuwhore discussed in her ted talk hosted in my inbox, oikawa does NOT only leans on traditional physical affections

➜ like there'd be a day where he'd be randomly clingier and very vocal of his adoration towards you. he'd be nibbling your ears, whispering sweet nothingness and telling you everthing he loves about you; from your acne to your moles

➜ if you got freckles? you bet he'd make constellations of them, connecting them with a pen, and would 100% make up his own constellation name for them AHHH SO ADORABLE

➜ he's a soft dork please please take dont hurt him or I WILL HURT U🔪

➜ and of course you'd hAVE TO give it back to him, like 10 folds, because this baby boy gets REALLY INSECURE and needs dem assurance okay???

➜ like if you ever noticed that he seemed a lot gloomier or especially pressured with up coming matches, or when he does bad at practice, AND YOU TREAT HIM RIGHT AND GIVE HIM CONSTANT RESSURANCE AND LOVE THAT HE DESERVES ( as you should💅 ) mf would would fall in love with you all over again

➜ please do it, give him love he needs

➜ i could see him be vulnerable in front of you when he's that comfortable with ur relationship that he gets to express his worries about beating kageyama or ushijima

➜ or even his guilt when he almost hut his underclassmen because of the pressure he felt while being in the wrong headspace

➜ and that's when you know that he completely trusts you

➜ loves to spoil you !! especially when he finally got a stable slot in the volleyball industry profession

➜ a thank you for dealing with his clingy shit <3 but ig u could never really get rid of him, you love him too much to do that

➜ this mf buys milkbread and SAYS IT'S FOR YOU BUT YOU AREN'T THE ONE CAUGHT AT 2 AM SNACKING ON MILKBREAD WHILE REWATCHING MATCHES IN THE KITCHEN

➜ bold of u to assume that he actually bought it for u <3

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Is it just me, or do y'all also want a story scenario that instead of Princess Zelda, we have Prince Link?

Like, their roles are still the same. Zelda incarnate of goddess Hylia and Link the Hero of Hyrule. But imagine instead of Zelda being exposed to royalty all these times, it's Link that gets that treatment since the day he was born and Zelda being the once nobody but suddenly has magical powers. And in every story we know how Link's task other than defeating Ganon or whatever evil is to rescue or protect Zelda right?

Now, hear me out. Imagine having this prince who's used to being waited on, whether he wishes so or not, suddenly being tasked to find this girl named "Zelda" from all those legends he's heard of and then rise up to being this big hero while as well protecting and working together with a girl he's never met that holds no social status in her name other than her legend.

Imagine the shock of it all when the royal family decided to name this son of theirs "Link" in honour of the Hero or smth and have their son become it without prior knowledge whatsoever. Since it has always been Zelda that's in royalty after all. Imagine looking at this prince that has no idea on what's happening suddenly having to face off an incarnate of a god of evil and protect someone when he himself is used to being protected all his life.

I honestly really want to see him struggle and rise to be the Hero his name is so famous for. I want to see him learn how to wield a sword like how SS Link first did. Someone who didn't need this knowledge and skill suddenly have to train himself to be the best at it??? Link learning basic life skills from Zelda, the angst of him doubting in himself like BOTW Zelda did, the feeling of discovery and just the joy of accomplishment he's going to feel everytime he manages to defeat a Bokoblin on his own or just managing to light a campfire without any advance tools or help.

I just want for once Link to be the clueless prince in all this without having a role swap between them. I want to see him being this Prince that has been protected all his life learn how to actually be independent and stand on his own. Even better, learn to protect others not just using his name, but physically sacrificing himself for his people.

Why am I specifically referring to only Link in all this? Because Zelda has actually been in a position where her name holds no privilege. SS Zelda wasn't someone worthy of much noting in her society before everyone discovered she was the incarnate of a goddess. (She was also a pirate, but technically being a captain's daughter is still some form of royalty to me)

But Link has always been this nameless child that rised up to be a hero. A nobody that swooped in and saved the day coming from all sorts of places. The only time Link was truly acknowledged from an early start was in BOTW, other than that, no one really blinked at Link with much acknowledgement to his name.

I wanna see Link struggle like BOTW Zelda. I wanna see him learn basic skills and feel this overwhelming accomplishment from managing to cook up this recipe that Zelda taught him. I wanna see him being scared of everything going on around him, but having the courage to face everything still. I wanna see Link, after having his heritage revealed to him by having that symbol on his hand like TP did or smth, spend casual time with Zelda other than just swooping in or knowing her just because he has to save her all of a sudden. I want a relationship between them like what SS and BOTW had.

I wanna see this prince strive to train himself and become worthy of the Master Sword. I wanna see this prince that has always had everything handed to him on a silver platter work his ass off to be worthy of his legacy. I wanna see him grow from a seemingly fragile prince into this strong, dependable young man that is on par to his ancestors before him.

And on the side, I wanna see his parents being supportive of him. Not just because of the calamity closing in and them having to rely on their son to have him save them all, but because they truly love and cherish their son and want him to fulfill his destiny. They might have not named him that on purpose, but they sure are gonna support him to the best of their abilities.

Link needs to learn how to wield a sword? The captain of the guards is gonna take some time off to train the prince.

He can't seem to figure out how to do what the trainer tells him to?? The king tries it out and when he succeeds he's gonna try to teach Link how to do it himself.

Link has been training exceptionally hard even in harsh winter??? The queen's gonna work hard too and knit him some gloves (or at least, try to).

Link is feeling unworthy and depressed because he's been unable to master the sword???? The king and queen take time off from their duties to comfort their son.

Just, let me see soft familial relationships. Don't always just omit their parents or make them a sort of ass (looking at you here, BOTW Rhoam). I want good parents that raised good kids. That are supportive of them and what they love.

For Zelda, I'm pretty content with one who's like SS Zelda. A normal girl merely enjoying life suddenly bombarded with a destiny to help seal away an evil incarnate with a boy who's supposed to be an incarnate of a legendary hero. A boy who wields a sword worse than her. A boy who doesn't know a lick about how to survive on his own. A boy who is still wandering through the dark in all of this, same as her. She herself still doesn't understand the extent or how to use her powers, and no one to teach her. The least they could do for each other was to be of solace for one another when things are getting tough and one needed comforting. To hold each other's hand through it all. To not be alone in the dark.

I want all the potential fluff and angst I can get from this AU. They're both scared for they don't know of their destiny until the time is short and the burden of it all is far much too large for their shoulders. But they can lean on each other. Better yet, they also have people supporting them.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

I wish I can write this on my own, but my writing skills have been failing me these past few months so I really wish someone would take this up and write it.

PS: if someone really did write this out, please, please, please, ping me. I desperately wish to read it.

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