#Taking away the BEAR MEME FOR A MINUTE

[pinkyjulien]

━ Halsin 🐻

[lizaluvsthis]

What If (BR AU): SMG4 lost all of his vision during the arc?

Title: Helping Onwards, Putting Entries Living Each Soul's Sympathy

HOPELESS

Tags: Fluff/Angst/Comfort

Previous Chapter...

Summary: Four with his permanent loss of vision, it's been too difficult for him to manage. But with a help of his crew and someone in particular helped him reach up and discover something new. PART 2/2 COMPLETE

"I'm sorry..." 

Tears streamed down from his face, hiding the soft and quick breaths. This strong and emotional feeling... it was... it wasn't just nothing...

This was something...

A 'thing' he couldn't quite define it.  

But that doesn't matter either way, what matters right now is HIS condition.

"Three?" SMG4 lifted his head, in the feet of shivering from a warm heart inside. His tender for the man gave back a sad look that he could not describe.

It must be so sad... losing visions and not even knowing what Three is giving that face right now...

With no such response, Four's arms leaned forward. Letting go of Three's hand, leisurely reaching for his face. He could feel a light touch of water from his gloves with his right hand caressing Three's cheek.

"You're- are you- are you- crying?" "N-no I'm not you idiot! I wasn't crying! Just- just- something got in my eye..." 

Liar...

SMG4 thought, three wouldn't make up any excuses for that. He was Mostly bad at lying and would call him the "not-so-good-liar" whenever he lied back right in front of his face.

This was different, but he knows how Three acts this way. Even though his eyes are covered with an empty black void of nothingness, he knows SMG3 very well. 

Sure, being linked with the other guardian's emotions was something. But it got him feeling slightly confused about how Three had a blasting fill with mixed emotions when he was with Four.

He doesn't quite get the number on this, why would Three cry? Why would he tho? Honestly, I'm thinking of which. He'd barely even see the man cry at other moments of his life with him.

Not just because of something stupid like- games, or- magazines of Justin Bieber thrown out¿ his other memes lik-

Wait a minute.

"OH- SH-T!" SMG4 Screamed, with his voice bouncing back from the sound of echoes in the room were heard.

"I'M SO SORRY FOR FORGETTING ABOUT TERRANCE- I know how much it hurts losing someone you meant to, a lot."

SMG3 gasped, getting himself pulled out from the chair and held tight from Four's arms hugging him in an uncomfortable position.

Into the front where SMG4 hugged him, Three placed both hands to the sides. Keeping his position stable. "You and Terrance seem so close..." 

The tears had taken him aback, sure Terrance was his assistant. He was like a son to him. But it wasn't the reason that mattered just for it.

"He was my closest child than any other dead memes I've taken care of. Besides with any other children of mine that you killed..." 

SMG3 glared down at the memory Four had done. 

"It's... from the past... I've moved on already like I said." He dropped the subject, in mentions of Terrance. He couldn't bear to remember such painful memories and the fun times he and Terrance made.

But he couldn't blame SMG4 even tho he hated the man so much. "Do you... still hate me?" Four's hands shook, upset with the actions he'd done. 

A long pause holds within the air, contemplating to himself if he would want to tell the truth, but he'd rather shove that marker up his ass if he would too.

SMG4 had been waiting for his response, holding his patience. 

"SMG3?" 

.

..

...

"I don't know." 

When three tried to respond, he couldn't answer straight away. It felt like the words were choking his throat.

Unable to answer the most obvious things...

"What do you-" The man in white and blue spoke that us when suddenly abrupted their conversation.

A nerve-wracking scream from an Italian, barged into the room with a Mario Kart destroying the door.

With Three taking him on the cover, Four hugged himself. He didn't know how to react and if he did, what should he express? In what words will he put?

Four just stayed put, this is all enough for today. Everything that is happening puts a spiral on his head.

How could he- SMG3- protect his rival even tho they aren't enemies anymore? 

Even tho they both hate each other, the nerve of wanting to kill one another, the HATE they both keep gaining. 

But still, these actions that four had caused. Were still permanent from the things that he'd done to damage three.

How- why would SMG3 still help SMG4 after everything…?

“The door was locked.” The fat Italian hopped out of his broken kart, walking towards SMG4. SMG3 lets go of Four before Mario can even react. With each step the man’s footsteps took, Four listened to the sound of how it synched from the heart beating in his chest.

SMG3 took a step back but immediately tugged in hugging them both by Mario himself. “Mario’s-a-glad you both did it! But S-M-G-4…?” He shared glances between the two guardians, then to SMG4. He cupped his glove to Four’s right cheek, looking closer to see those grey eyes reflecting light from the ceiling. 

“I’m alright Mario, you don't have to be worried.” “BUT MARIO SHOULD WORRY!” Smg3 eyed the fat Italian, he was four’s closest friend. A dearest one. When will he ever stop thinking about this jealousy that happens whenever Mario is near him when they’ve been both PRACTICALLY TOGETHER in some ways in a fight?

He didn’t want to keep on pressing buttons. He’ll just play the role that he’ll put through.

As a Meme Guardian with a bond to one another.

“Mario has been worried about you! Thinking if you barely even made it alive but you are! He thinks you could’ve died!” He screamed “MAMA” feeling the words bounce back from the thick walls. “MARIO THINKS YOU DIED AFTER GIVING EVERYTHING FROM YOUR POWER TO SAVE YOUR GAY FRIEND!” He started whining like a baby with his tears bursting out in the corner of his eyes.

Both of the meme guardians winced at Mario’s comment when the mention of ‘gay’ was heard.

“THE HELL? I’M NOT GAY FOR HIM YOU ASS!” SMG3 smacked off Mario’s head making it form into a completely flat folded face, he sat right beside SMG4. He didn’t know what he was doing at all. He never stopped and kept on doing so. (not just because to make sure he was there. It’s to keep him safe, and to remind that he’s already got his back.)

SMG3 covered his chest with both arms, his legs tilted on the other side where he could give foursome space of his own.

Mario is a good person. In some ways when it’s for his friends, he has a kind heart and a soft one when it’s with the ones he loves the most. But he couldn’t handle pain like how Three had dealt it with his way. It pities him.

“I’m okay now Mario like I said, I just lost my vision-” “Just lost? JUST LOST?” He threw out a “MOMA F-CKER” and ranted about what could’ve gotten worse than losing both eyes for sightseeing.

“Alright, red that's enough! Cut SMG4 some slack will you?” Meggy yanked off Mario’s back overall. “He doesn’t want to!!! He needs to be on his friend’s side! AAAA!!!!!” Mario tried to resist but ended up getting pulled out of the room. 

…

And it’s just that. Once again the silence covered the room with thicker ones, both of the boys were far more speechless.

“What- what just happened…” SMG4 asked looking nowhere but upfront, SMG3 sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. “Mario is being the typical again.” SMG3 said with a slight kick of his right foot from the air.

But anyhow. Smg4 is lucky to have a friend like Mario, he knows it’s not much for the red man that could offer any good benefits but does come by very much to hang around with Four. What he’s worst at? No one knows.

If SMG3 were to think after Four has been fully recovered he can go back to the Peach’s castle and probably teach himself how to walk with a stick.

Now that’s a bit improper.

SMG3 thought, if he were to leave four right now they both are going to have such huge complications with each other or more than that- HIS PARTNER IS BLIND. So maybe the option of leaving right after is more of what a d-ckhead would do for a living, he may be a bastard for ruining and destroying Four’s life again and again. But now that he’d changed after giving up? He didn’t even care wherever four goes.

He thought he moved on already but some part of his guts pulled him close to his link. The connection he and his ex-rival shared was a bit of a match and the future’s destiny for them both to protect the universe. How would they both still use their meme energy powers even tho one is blind?

What’s worse? Leaving Four solves all of his problems now that he’s blind? Or literally, stay with him for the rest of his life?

It was an exception for him that he couldn’t even decide with his own choices. How could he, the Hero, be the one who risked his own life to save his mortal enemy?

“It hurts…”

“It hurts…”

“It hurts…”

“It hurts…”

“It hurts…”

“It hurts…”

It hurt him. How could he…? It wasn’t fair at all.

“You could’ve…” SMG3 turned his head to him. “Huh?” SMG4 never quite caught the attention of what Three ever wanted from his life, but now that he has done all that. Saving his eye, almost the result of his dying is a tragic way to think of now that you’d want to consider leaving the blind guy to deal with his own.

“You could’ve just left me out there…”

Four could’ve left three out there, back when Niles almost took out three’s right eye.

“And I didn’t, I saved you.” SMG4 calmly replied, brushing his fingers against the edge of the sheets. “I didn’t want to lose a friend of mine you know? That’s why I had to act it all out.”

“Do you still hate me?” 

He recalled his words.

Despite everything, there were no words left to say in a sentence.

“Three…?” SMG4 wanted to look three in the eyes, but he couldn’t. The man didn’t answer.

“What was the reason?”

—-

SMG3 didn’t think through, he didn't know what words he could say to the man. Why must it be so hard for him to come up with the answer rather than just saying one word? Sure he hated the man for about so long now, but the problem of him is…. 

What exactly was the problem at this point?

Why does he still hate Four? Does he? Yes? No? What is taking him so long to respond?

He doesn’t know, of course,7 he doesn’t know. What else would be a better way to tell him?

“Three, the truth. Now.”

“I-” “I need to know if you still- please…” SMG3 stared at his faded white eyes, something about it made his body tingle in such a sensitive feeling that it wouldn’t let him look away.

Staring back at the man’s eyes just made him shiver, feel guilt, and feel the bottom of his pit hit him the most. 

“Three….?” “I don’t know!” SMG3 cried out loud, both his knees now dropped down fully to the ground. Sobbing relentlessly waiting for what's going to happen next.

SMG4 stayed quiet, he didn’t know what words he could say to him but listened. 

Three moved towards Four while both of his knees were down on the floor, now holding both of Four’s hands.

“I- I hated you since before…. When we were enemies, back when I tried to steal away your videos, back before this happened, and even taking it back from the past. I’m not even sure what to think about it anymore. If I still do or not.”

SMG4 is easy to hate on, his stupid antics, his stupid sh-ts that were tossed again and again, he was just as miserable as Three is. They could never understand each of their signals. It already messed them both up one time, it could have gotten even worse if Four pushed more buttons and double-jointed his trick up his sleeve. 

He can’t blame SMG4 after assuming he’d be doing something wrong during his uprising popularity. He was the bad guy, always has. Why else would Three expect that things are okay now between him and Four even after the stupid cruel things he did to him?

“You were an -sshole, I was a f-cking disaster… I don’t even have any idea what made you still stay close here with me after the things I did…” He spat out the words from his throat, he couldn’t believe the words he was saying out loud in front of him.

Three felt the tears from his eyes wouldn’t go away. He tried to stop this heartbreaking, tried to hold it inside of him yet he failed once again. “But I-I don’t hate you anymore…” Four looked at the man in worry. “I gave up on being evil like I said, I couldn’t blame you for assuming… You still see me the way how you always do.”

“I’ll… never be… good enough…”

Four brushed the tears away with two thumbs softly pressing to his cheeks. “You’re already good enough, to me… To everyone in here isn’t that already enough for you?” He leaned closer, bumping his forehead onto his partner. 

“I may have been a b-tch to you and everything that I did. It was my fault too, not yours only so don’t blame yourself.” he ran both of his arms through his back slowly feeling each other’s breath. 

Three spotted his lips, staring, gazing, and slowly… started to get closer finding an opportunity to kiss his lips. SMG4 could feel his soft lips touching his, the burning sensation, hearts now collided together. The fluttering feeling from his stomach and his heart hammering. Four closed his eyes, seeing imaginative colors whirling yellow, blue, purple, and red  

The combination of blue and Purple made an amazing explosion pulsing of Indigo. 

He loved this feeling, he needed this feeling, they both carved their names to each other’s souls knowing that they belonged together. They finally pulled each other apart after that kiss, it was magical, it was emotional, breathtaking…

Three covered his mouth in shock at what he had just done, it started with making sure the guy was safe then kissing his lips. Does it even matter anymore? What is this strange feeling that wrapped him around? Is this the meaning of love? Did he do it after 8 years of his rivalry with the most important and loving person right in front of him?

To experience the feeling of Love?

Four was too stunned to speak with his mouth open, his eyes were in shock. His cheeks were tinted red, therefore started questioning his life between SMG3 He never thought much of it but now that he does, he was left with so many thoughts about it. 

He never thought falling in love with his arch nemesis was soon to discover each of their tainted mistakes.

“I- I’m sorry- I-I- didn’t know what came over me- Four I can-” SMG4 quirked up his cheeky grin and started giggling, by a low sound of his giggle grew louder. He started tearing up in tears of laughter. “Why are you laughing dumb-ass?!” furrowed eyebrows formed from the man in purple, the confusion on his face says it all. 

Mixed Feelings sent signals to his brain, he now wasn’t sure if Four was even joking around or laughing at him. “Are you making fun of me?” “N-no!” SMG4 flicked a tear from the corner of his eye.

“I was laughing because I never thought you’d also feel the same, it took us more than five more years just to understand…” “Understand what?” SMG3’s body stiffened after four rested both hands on his biceps. “This that we had a falling… both of us falling in love with each other at the worst moments to start.” Four smiled at Three now finally understanding what the man meant.

Three joined in, and both waves of laughter escaped out of the room’s atmosphere. They both are different, but love is always here. Unconditionally giving them strength, growing stronger day by day without even realizing it.

Love may be blind but it couldn’t be hidden. When push came to shove, his heart landed on the Blue man, and he did as well. SMG3 started hugging Four even more tightly. “Thank you…” SMG4 lowered his hand going down to place it to the man’s waist. “I’ll be here, always…. I’ll watch over you, I’ll take care of everything…” 

“Woah now, didn’t expect you had this soft side honestly I wouldn’t mind… wait- taking care of me?” SMG3 placed his hand on the man’s shoulder. “SMG1 told me I should look out and watch over you more often now. I don’t know why or what he meant about that, I wouldn’t mind honestly. At least I get to check up on you.”

SMG4 smiled weakly, he knew something that Three didn’t. 

What images he could describe when SMG1 told Four about what his arm looked like, even when Three is around now that he checks up on Four? He’ll surely know about this sooner or later.

In other ways, he won’t tell him about this just yet. 

“So, does this mean we’re both- uhh… you know?” SMG4 asked while holding Three’s hand. Three smiled back at him. “Yes, we are, unless… You don’t want to?” Three smirked making four roll his eyes now both of them flirting.

“Alright-alright we’re alright now, stop playing with my feelings.” 

-- THE END --

[zablife]

Liar and a Thief

Alfie x female reader

Summary: You borrow Alfie’s hoodie and he has a unique reaction.

Author’s Note: This was a fun idea that came to me after seeing a meme. It’s very little plot with lots of fluff. 

Warnings: language 

You woke with the impossibly bright rays of the early morning sunshine pouring into your room. Taking refuge beneath the blankets, you burrowed deeper into the warmth of Alfie’s embrace hoping for a few more minutes of sleep. However, the light had disturbed his rest as well and that meant he was awake for the day. Resting his chin atop your head, his large hand stroked your back absently as you placed a soft kiss to chest. “Good morning Alf,” you whispered gently.

His fingers travelled south, slowly rubbing small circles into your skin as he went, only stopping when he realized you weren’t wearing bottoms. You swore you felt him smirk against you as he responded “Yeah, it is.” His voice was deep and still rough with sleep. You savored the sound of your big bear of a man as you carded your fingers through his chest hair.

Tilting your head up to gaze into his eyes, you found him drinking you in lovingly with a lazy smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth. Unable to resist his full lips, you pushed yourself up to meet him in a soft, slow kiss. Basking in the warmth radiating from his large frame, you slotted your leg through his and pressed your ice cold feet onto his leg to get comfortable.

It wasn't long before a deep rumbling growl emitted from Alfie’s chest in protest. He clutched your waist with one muscular arm and you squealed as you felt yourself being lifted into the air with ease. He placed you on top of him until you were face to face, then asked dramatically, “Trying to freeze me to death with those blocks of ice you call feet?” He dug his fingers into your hips as he awaited your answer.

Batting your lashes and rubbing the tip of your nose against his, you used your most seductive voice to reply, “You like keeping me warm though, don’t you?”

“Now how could you be cold when you’re wearing my hoodie, hmm?” he asked with raised eyebrows. You placed your palms on his chest and sat up, straddling his waist. Peering down through messy locks you gave him a doubtful look. Pinching the light pink fabric between your thumb and forefinger, you asked, “This old thing? Are you sure it’s yours?”

Alfie had placed one arm behind his head to admire the view. The oversized shirt had bunched at your waist, allowing him to place a large hand on the soft skin of your upper thigh. You could see the sparkle in his eye as he let out a chuckle. “Fuckin' hell, you're irresistible....but you're a little thief!” His hands wandered under your shirt as he spoke, knuckles brushing the bottoms of your breasts before his thumbs came to rest over the soft flesh of your belly. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he warned, "I've caught you now, pet." Then he suddenly began tickling you, knowing it was your weakness. You tried prying his hands away, but he was far too strong.

By the time you were gasping for air in between giggles, he took pity on you and you collapsed onto him. Your chest rose and fell against his as you drew deep breaths. Alfie stroked your hair gently, murmuring against you, “'Course its yours, dove. I’d give you anything I owned. You already got my heart, right?”

Your heart nearly burst at his admission. Alfie wasn’t one to express his feelings very often so when he did, you cherished it. You couldn’t help but grin as you replayed the words over in your mind. Sitting up once more to look at him in the morning sunshine, you placed a hand to the side of his face, caressing the coarse hair of his beard. “You have no idea what that means to me, Alfie,” you said tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

He stroked your chin with his thumb, brows knitted together as he seemed to grow serious. “You know, you could have asked me for it, pet. Didn’t have to wash my favorite hoodie with your red knickers and turn it pink,” he said matter-of-factly. 

Your mouth gaped open before you protested, “It was an accident! I never meant--” But Alfie interrupted your thought by pulling you in for a kiss.

Then he whispered against your lips, “Liar and a thief, you are. You'll fit right in." He kissed you once more before adding, "Might just have to marry you.”

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[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hi I really love your mm oneshots the raph oneshot was really cute and... can I request for Christmas oneshot where mm raph and s/o are under a mistletoe I would loved that 😘

The Rules Of The Mistletoe (Fluff)

MM!Raphael x reader

A/N: I changed it up a bit and placed it right after Christmas, but the mistletoe is still in full action😘❤️

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Warnings: Spelling and mistletoes❤️

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It was the 27th of December, and you and your boyfriend, Raphael, was unwinding in your bedroom. After several days of Christmas food and family gatherings, it was nice to just relax in your room, doing nothing but cuddling and watching whatever memes Raph found on his phone. Just taking all the time you need to get yourselves together, before finally packing all the Christmas decorations down. The cold New York City air right outside your bedroom, and feeling warmed under the blanket that laid across the two of you.

You sighed in content, feeling Raph’s arm tighten around you as your finger moved to feel his plastron through his shirt. You and Raphael hadn’t been together for a long time. You first met each other back in August when he started at your high school, shortly after he and his brothers saved New York and the rest of the world from Superfly. It took less than a day for him to ask you if you wanted to go to the prom with him, and of course you said yes. That night you shared your first kiss, and the rest is history, all leading up to you and Raphael spending Christmas together.

At one point you unwillingly moved from the bed, feeling the pressure on your bladder sending you to the toilet. Once your pajamas covered legs hit the air outside of the blanket, you shivered, reaching out for Raphael’s flannel on the chair, so you could wrap it around you.

On your way back from the bathroom, you stopped mid step in your doorway, your eyes watching the sight of something on top of your doorframe. A mistletoe. A left over from this year's Christmas celebrations. It had been there all December, bearing witness to many of yours and Raph’s kisses. It had almost become a tradition that month leading up to Christmas Eve, that whenever Raph would come into your run, you’ll have to share a kiss underneath the mistletoe. But after Christmas, that novel little tradition had sort of whistled away. You didn’t blame either you or Raph for that. Christmas was over and New Year was coming up. None of you had looked at the mistletoe after Christmas Eve and thought that the rules still applied.

A mischievous smile appeared on your lips as a realization hit you; nowhere did it say that the rules of the mistletoe didn’t apply outside of December. At least not any place you could remember.

“Raphie”, you said, causing the mutant turtle in your bed to look up from his phone.

“Yes, Shawty?”, he asked, putting his phone down beside him.

“Do you mind coming over here for a minute?”, you asked.

Raph pulled the blanket back and stood up from your bed, before walking closer to the doorway. Here you carefully placed your hands on his arms, and pulled him closer to you. He was about to ask you what was wrong, until he noticed your gaze looking upwards for less than a second. He raised a brow and looked up, seeing the familiar branch over your door. He let his head fall back and let out a warm hearty laugh, that made you smile even brighter.

“It’s not even Christmas anymore”, Raph laughed as you tugged him closer to the mistletoe.

“So what?”, you laughed. “Last time I checked there was no expiration dates on mistletoe rules”.

“So you want to keep them up all their?”, Raph asked. He could not deny how adorable he found the whole thing. You tugging at his arm and shirt, hoping to get him into the doorframe with you.

“If that means extra kisses, then yes”, you answered.

“(Y/N)”, Raph said, holding onto your arms as he leaned in close to you, trying to fake a serious expression and fight back a smile. Yet it kept creeping up, to the point where the two of you were chuckling and giggling together. “I will always kiss you, no matter where, no matter when. With or without a mistletoe, I will always kiss you”, he spoke through laughs.

“So”, you smiled. “Is that a yes to kiss me under the mistletoe?”

“Of course it is”, Raph smiled, holding your face in his hands. “Like I said; no matter when, no matter where”. And with those words Raph pulled your faces close, locking his lips with yours in a sweet kiss. You hummed in delight, sneaking your arms around his neck. Raph smiled against your lips, letting his hands move from your face and down to your waist under his flannel you were still wearing, holding you close against him. As the two of you pulled from the kiss, you leaned your foreheads together, looking into each other’s eyes with a smile.

“Merry late Christmas, Raphie”, you smiled at him, giving him yet another peck on the lips.

“Merry late Christmas, (Y/N)”,  he said, pulling you even closer, his hand sneaking further up your back under the flannel. “Now, you may be cute in my flannel, but I want it back. It’s cold outside the blanket!”

[upon-a-starry-night]

Number Neighbors Pt.1

Natasha x Fem!Reader

Natasha Masterlist         Series Masterlist

Word Count: 970

Summary:  When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

~~~~ You were told you were a naturally curious person, you tried every hobby you saw, new things caught your attention, and trends were constantly popping up on your social media that you’d wanted to try. So when you’d caught sight of the newest trend going around you knew you were all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. 

What could possibly stem from something so little?

You’d just woken up from a dream about living in a beautiful house with some woman you’d met online, inside of the dream you were sitting on the counter while the woman made breakfast. Your brain was still fuzzy with sleep as you were trying to recall the memories of the dream before they faded away. 

You really should keep a dream journal with all the odd dreams you have.

You remember the dream almost exactly but the woman was blurry in your memory, her face never fully visible and always changing so you could never quite get a clear grasp on her features. But there is one thing that you could recall; clear striking green eyes. 

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Your second alarm spooked you out of your thoughts and you shook your head, silently erasing the dream like an Etch-a-Sketch. As you grabbed your clothes for your shower you remembered your late-night activity; scrolling through copious amounts of online videos, and deduced those were definitely a contributor to your weird dreams. 

As you were opening your phone to set up your shower music you got a notification from one of your favorite news articles.

“Social Media’s New Craze! Meet Your #NumberNeighbor!”

You chuckled a bit, this new trend had been going crazy ever since some girl had found out she was number neighbors with a celebrity. No doubt everyone was trying to have the same lucky result as she did. 

Even you had to admit over the past few days you’d been resisting the temptation to try it for yourself. But you were worried your number neighbor might be some sort of perv or weirdo that asked you for feet pics. However, with all the stories you’d been reading over the past few days of people finding new internet best friends, the temptation and curiosity were quickly becoming too much to bear. So to save yourself from curiosity overload you shrugged your shoulders and typed your number with one digit off into your phone.

          Unknown Contact

                                    Y/n: Hello!

It was simple, nothing fancy or weird for a first text, you didn’t want to scare them away by coming off as too strong. You could save the memes for the future- if there ever was one. There was no immediate response and you deflated after a few minutes, sometimes no one owned the other number, and a lot of the time people chose to ignore texts from random numbers. 

You couldn’t really blame them honestly. Although, you also had to take into account that it was currently 7 AM and most people didn’t wake up at that hour on purpose… except for those who like to indulge in self-torture that is.

You got yourself ready for the day, taking a nice long warm shower (including having a shower concert) and making yourself a quick breakfast. You were seconds away from forking another bite of your syrupy waffle into your mouth when your phone chimed with a notification. You were a bit confused at the sight of a text notification, having forgotten about your spontaneous early morning decision, but as soon as the memory popped back into your head you were eagerly unlocking your phone and opening the message.  

          Unknown Contact

Unknown: 

Hi? I’m sorry, who is this?

                                                                                    Y/n: 

                                 Right sorry, I realize now how weird just saying hi is

                                 I’m your number neighbor!

Unknown: 

What is that?

                                  Y/n: 

                                  :0 You don’t know what a  

                                   number neighbor is?

Unknown: 

No.

                               Y/n:

                                It’s where you text the number that’s one digit off of yours!

Unknown: 

You expect me to believe that you got this number by coincidence?

                             Y/n: 

                              Why? Are you some sort of celebrity?

                               If you don’t believe me just look at my number 

                               it should be one digit different than yours.

                              You can even look it up online it’s super popular right now

Unknown: 

huh

I guess you’re right

but I’m going to need you to lose this number

                               Y/n:

                                Aw, what? Why?

Unknown: 

because it’s a very private number

                                   Y/n: 

                                    Wait omg are you like the FBI or something?

Unknown: 

or something.

                                    Y/n: 

                                     That’s so cool!

                                     Do you solve crimes like how they do in criminal minds?

Unknown: 

You mean that crime show

on Netflix?

                                          Y/n: 

                                           Yes! I’ve seen like all of the episodes a hundred times

                                           Have you ever seen it?

Unknown: 

can’t say that I have

                                          Y/n:

                                           You have to watch it! It’s sooo good

Unknown: 

I guess I’ll have to take your word 

seeing as you’ve seen it a hundred times

                                         Y/n:

                                          😳 ok so that miiiight have been an over exaggeration

Unknown:

I never would’ve guessed

                                        Y/n: 

                                         Ha! So you do have a sense of humor!

                                         Good to know

                                         Oh shoot I’m gonna be late for work, It was really                                                    lovely texting you!

                                         Byeee!

Unknown: 

Bye. 

You were smiling the whole drive to your work, sure they might be some sort of FBI secret service person but they seemed nice- not a dry texter at least, and it didn’t seem like they were too annoyed that you were texting them. You wanted to give them some space since they’d asked you to lose their number, and you completely understood their hesitation, but the excited feeling that settled in your stomach told you that you were not going to be able to resist texting them again.

Pt.2

A/n: I’m still contemplating this format but I think it’s better than pictures of text messages don’t you? Lmk :)

[you-cant-fuck-megaman]

btw isn't the canon reason for the timeline split caused by Dr. Light having sex and later raising actual flesh-and-blood children? So if you wanted to fuck Dr. Light (which you elaborated isn't possible) you'd basically cause a butterfly effect

while that's popular fanon after a funny meme post on twitter, battle network is not the only timeline where light has children

Fully Charged has IMO the coolest incarnation of Light. he's an absolute hunky bear of a man, he can throw down hand-to-hand with robots himself, he's an actually-present father figure who looks after his children. like, not just father in the metaphorical sense, as in he spawned Suna Light from his loins and so had to have had sex with a lucky-ass woman (potentially multiple times).

i'm sorry you saw me and your mom fighting, sunshine, but she's got a long way to go before she can take on the Undertaker at Wrestlemania. now let both of us get back to training, please.

there's a lot to hate about Fully Charged, but Light ain't one of them.

and then there's Dr. Emilia Right from the pachislot, whom is the actual daughter of Dr. Ligh--pardon, Dr. RIGHT, which means at some point once again, Lright got down with someone and had a lot of fun with them.

Emilia Right owns, she found a busted robot and her first priority was to make her look cute again and then to make her combat ready after that. she's got a red hair like a squirrel and put gadgets into her clothes just for the #aesthetic, potentially implying that Light went best-of-5 at EVO with Street Fighter's C. Viper.

and then there's the archie AU with LaLinde. the archie run's got a lot of good shit about it, but Dr. LaLinde was originally intended to be a darker-skinned woman with a normal introduction, and then her first appearance is The Love Interest

heart backgrounds with dr. light going AHOOGA HOOGAAW AOOOOOOO HA-CHA-CHA-CHA-CHAAAAAAAAAAAA. i'm not about to say that there can't be love interests in media or that women can't be attractive, i too enjoy a nice pair of knockers whenever i can pull myself away from being correct on the internet. but this has the subtlety of a brick hammer hitting another brick hammer with a face drawn on it. two volumes down the line, i can guarantee you they fucked. nothing may have come from it, since ken penders fucked the entire universe, but i think that just means dr. light got pretty handily fucked by extension.

megaman's got a lot of AUs and a lot of split timelines, even oftentimes within the same subseries. capcom can't write a straight timeline to save their life. someone could be holding the NES hostage, holding their dick in the cartridge slot and yelling demands at bob capcom on the phone like "you write a coherent story or i'll blow this bastard's brains out", and then bob capcom still would insist on putting in 3 extremely important characters that are relevant for maybe 2 minutes of cutscenes. and would still conflict with the lore established in Stage 69 of Area 420 in Megaman Zero 0. megaman continuity would STILL be utterly fucked beyond repair.

whether or not Light fucked has no real bearing on it, as you can see--even the fuck timeline has a lot of splits completely unbearing of the simple binary "did/did not" switch. it's a little bit more complicated than that. see, the question is not so much whether the timeline split is caused by Dr. Light having sex, but rather whether he tops, bottoms, or takes it up the ass.

[maxwell-grant]

I’ve noticed once or twice among the pulp hero’s a dude with a crystal ball mysterio helmet in a dark suit. I can’t help but notice that what the Orb look is baller, it’s really distinct from other pulp characters he’s getting grouped with. What’s this guys deal and why is he so different from other pulp dudes?

(Meme on the left by Questionposting)

Ethel Knapp, twenty, stood in her furnished room and peered at the gas jet. For ten minutes she had been peering at it, trying to summon the courage necessary to turn it on—without a lighted match above it. She had no money. She had come to Great City from her home in Ohio to work. She had no work. She had no way of returning to her mother and father. But she did have a way of saving herself from further hunger and humiliation. 

The gas jet.

She raised her hand toward it. Startled, she paused. A faint rustling sound came into the room. Looking down, she saw an envelope creeping under the door. She took it up, bewildered, and opened it. Inside lay money— currency held together by a band of silver paper—banknotes totalling $200!

“I can’t bear to see suffering, Angel. I can no more help trying to alleviate it than I can help breathing. If there were any other way of taking money from those who hoard it, and giving it to those who desperately need it—if there were any other way than stealing, I’d take that way. But there isn’t.” - The Sinister Sphere

This is The Moon Man. Moon Man was created by C. Frederick Davies and appeared in 38 stories from 1933 to 1937 and was a cross between The Shadow and Robin Hood, a black-clad urban avenger with a unique costume who stole from the rich to provide for the poor and was viciously hunted by law enforcement and the criminal underworld for it, not helped by the fact that his true identity is that of Stephen Tatcher, the 25-year-old police sergeant and son of the police chief, engaged to the daughter of his worst enemy, a lieutenant constantly trying to get Moon Man in the electric chair.

There's three main things that set The Moon Man apart from the other costumed pulp heroes and Shadow imitators from his day: Number one is that, despite looking a lot like Mysterio, he actually had much more in common with Spider-Man than even The Spider himself, in that he was mostly an ordinary schlub driven to help others who had to constantly pull off precarious balancing acts to keep his job and his secret and his life. 2nd being that he is a far more socially conscious character than pretty much all of his contemporaries, dealing with economic inequality, white collar crime, and grey areas where business practices and law enforcement intermingle with criminality to trample the lower class. He's a Depression-era Robin Hood and the stories are dead serious about it.

And third is that The Moon Man is no gentleman thief or dark avenger: He does none of this for the sake of personal fulfillment or revenge, he isn't tabling fights with gangsters to occasionally do an afterschool special or make a half-hearted gesture at social commentary, this is just what he does as a baseline. He is far less preoccupied with fighting crime than he is saving people in bad circumstances, and the stories are highly preoccupied with the people he saves, and the circumstances that The Moon Man is saving them from. For a weird guy in a creepy mask who goes around in a black coat with a gun in hand, he's an unexpectadly compassionate and soft-hearted (even mopey at times) character.

A chuckle came from the silver‐headed man. “You’ve distributed the money, Angel?”

“Yeah. Got it out right away. And it certainly was badly needed, boss.”

“I know… You realize why I selected Martin Richmond as a victim, Angel?”

“I’ve got an idea he ain’t all he seems to be.”

“Not quite that,” answered the voice that came from the silver head. “He’s quite respectable, you know. Social position, wealth, all that. But there’s one thing I don’t like about him, Angel. He’s made millions by playing the market short, forcing prices down.”

“Nothin’ wrong in that, is there?”, Dargan asked.

“Not according to our standards, Angel; but the fact remains that short‐selling had contributed to the suffering of those we are trying to help. I’ve taken little enough from Richmond’s kind, Angel. I must have more— later."

Dargan peered. “I don’t quite get you, boss. You’re takin’ an awful chance—and you don’t keep any of the money for yourself.”

A chuckle came from the silver globe. “I don’t want the money for myself. I want it for those who are perishing for want of the barest necessities of life. What would you do if you saw a child about to be crushed under a truck? You’d snatch her away, even at the risk of your own life."

“Don’t think I’m questioning you, boss.” Dargan hastened to explain. “I’m with you all the way, and you know it"

"Yes, Angel,” said the Moon Man gently, “I know it. You’re the only man in the world I trust. You know what it is to suffer; that’s why you’re with me”.

The Moon Man lacked much in terms of budget or resources, partially because all of his money went to people in need, and he was under constant threat from the law and underworld alike, each more bloodthirsty than the other in how badly they wanted to mount his Argus helmet on a platter (he didn't even make the helmet himself, he mail-ordered it under his detective arch-enemy’s name). His father is a police chief with a weak heart, which adds an extra pressure to Stephen's secret in that it being revealed will not only lead to his father being fired, but likely dying from shock.

He picks hide-outs with creaky stairs as his main line of defense against intruders, his only line of defense is a gun, he pined over the love of a stubborn lady who initially detested his alter-ego, but eventually learned his secret and grew into a stronger person and even partner as they got engaged. And he only has one other ally he can trust:

He’d gone bad in the ring. A weakened arm made further fighting impossible. He found it just as impossible to find work. He’d drifted downward and outward; he’d become a bum, sleeping in alleys, begging food. Until, mysteriously a message had come to him from the Moon Man. 

Some day Ned Dargan was going to fight again. Some day he was going to get into the ring, knock some palooka for a row, and become champ. And if he ever did, he’d have the Moon Man to thank for it…

His main sidekick from the start, scarred ex-boxer Ned Dargan, was rescued by Moon Man from homelessness and starvation, and he was frequently named “Angel” as it was Dargan’s job to distribute the money, the narrative often filling the reader on the background of the recipients to make them not just anonymous victims, but real people with problems readers in the Depression era would have likely identified with. When we first meet them, Dargan tells him about a steamfitter with a sick daughter who needs money to pay for his kid's treatment, and a pair of kids with a recently deceased mother whose uncles can't afford to take them in and who will go to an orphanage without help, and The Moon Man promises money for all of them.

The main issue with the stories is that they do get a bit repetitive, but they're also fairly short and quick to read, and the strength of the concept, the assertive characters, the compassion, and the class dynamics that usually remain subtext in these kinds of stories, here becomes much of the text itself.

The Moon Man had a remarkable amount of continuity and consistency for a pulp hero, and only picked up more and more enemies that would constantly frame and target him with no additional allies. In fact, circa the end of the run, both his fiancé Sue as well as Angel are well acquainted with the Moon Man’s secret identity by this point and constantly beg Stephen Thatcher to give up his double life, warning him of increasing danger from both the cops and the mob, and in the last story, Blackjack Jury, he's pressured to give up his identity for good by the two and by how precariously his father's job hangs on him being able to capture Moon Man. The story and the character's run ends without revealing what decision he took.

Steve Thatcher lowered his head as though stubbornly to butt an obstacle. A wild scheme— his! He knew it. But, also, he knew the world— cruel and relentless—and he could not stand by and do nothing to save those who were suffering. The mere thought of letting others perish, while nothing was done to save them, was unendurable.

Beyond the written law was a higher one to which Steve Thatcher had dedicated himself—the law of humanity.

And if he were caught? Would he find leniency at the hands of Gil McEwen and Chief Thatcher? No. He was certain of that. Even if McEwen and the chief might wish to deal kindly with him, they would be unable to. The Moon Man now was a public enemy—his fate was in the hands of the multitude. Steve Thatcher would be dealt with like any common crook—if he were caught.

He remembered Ernest Miller’s daughter, who must go to Arizona or die; he remembered Frank Lauder, who must be cared for; he remembered Bill and Betty Anderson, who must have help.

“It’s got to be done!” he said through closed teeth. “Damn it, it’s got to be done!”

He walked swiftly through the night - The Sinister Sphere

The Moon Man is public domain and has seen some usage in modern pulp stories, but (as far as I can find) never really with the same bite that makes these stories appealing, and it's not difficult to see why the character, despite a fairly respectable run and a striking costume, remained mostly obscure. He certainly wouldn't have had any kind of 50s paperback revival without being heavily edited or rewritten entirely just in case somebody was maybe trying to trojan horse any commie talk somewhere, in a character whose main mission statement was addressing economic inequality and getting in trouble with the police over it. And nowadays, with Mysterio being so popular and "Moon Man" taking on a wholly different noxious meaning online, The Moon Man would require a slight overhaul of costume and a complete overhaul of his name, and unfortunately that entails almost making him a different character

The Moon Man stories were adapted into a short comics run circa 1940-42 where they completely overhauled his costume and changed the names, titling him The Raven, but otherwise kept the stories mostly the same. I don't have much of anything to say about him, but there is one additional bit of strangeness that followed The Moon Man's largely unsuccessful transition to comics: The Moon Man was never published in Brazil, but there was a Brazilian superhero in 1962 (which still predates Mysterio) with the exact same name and headpiece. Created by artist Gedeone Malagola who, upon being denied the opportunity to publish his own Phantom stories, simply erased the character’s head, added a cape and used a penny to draw a translucent globe for a head, creating a new hero in turn named Homem-Lua (Moon Man). The character lasted for a couple of years as a back-up on fellow superhero Black Ray’s magazine, before it’s end.

The only detail given about his past is that he was born in Brazil, initially operating near his headquarters in São Paulo before becoming a globetrotter. He lacks explicit superpowers, but is feared by criminals around the world and considered to be an immortal who’s been active for over a century, as many supporting characters in the stories claimed that their grandparents had met the hero. A master of technology who flew around in a personalized jet and was able to call upon the aid of indigenous tribes around the world, who believed him to bear the mark of a godlike entity or be said an incarnation of said entity (as a plot point it's as racist as you'd expect, but also gets a bit funny when you consider how the most famous of moon-themed superheroes this side of Japan, Moon Knight, would pan out 15 years later)

He's mostly a fairly cut-n-dry Phantom clone with some oddities here and there, namely: In one adventure, despite the character being supposedly a human, it was said that all who gaze on his face would die. He was never unmasked in the entirety of his run, and he had no compunctions about executing his villains, whether it was by burying them under a stone idol, breaking dams and letting them drown in the ensuing floods, exploding them, or outright sinking daggers into their chests. It's a very stark contrast to the pulp Moon Man, who preferred to avoid conflict entirely and would only use his gun as a last resort. Ultimately, they bear no official connection, but the strangeness of sharing the exact same name and trademark headgear. It's as if one ends where the other begins.

In some ways, I'd argue the original Moon Man is the purest wish fulfillment pulp hero of The Great Depression, because although eventually he'd take on more bizarre villains, the bulk of his stories are about this regular guy who goes around patching up wounds left by the Depression in a case-by-case basis and (barely) outfoxing and surviving repeated attacks from the powers that be only because he hides his true face from the world. He has no extraordinary abilities or resources, but he makes do as best he can with a ticking time bomb hanging above him.

As unfortunate as the character's present circumstances may be I absolutely think he's got what it takes to be striking and memorable and resonant in ways a lot of his fellow costume avengers aren't, and hey, the guy's public domain, so, if anyone wants to take a shot at reviving him or simply plopping him into a story, add another weird chapter to his history, nothing's stopping you. I simply have to believe there's an audience out there who may fall in love with a well-meaning bleeding heart trying his best who, with nothing but theatrics and smarts and a fishbowl helmet for a head, is driven to fight capitalism instead of Spider-Man.

With a strange, uncanny knowledge the Moon Man selected his victims. Those victims had climbed roughshod to power; some within the law, and others outside the pale. And the Moon Man called on them with a very definite and grim plan— for he walked in the eternal danger of a double menace. If the silent figure had any face at all, it was the face of the man in the moon!

[wolfiemcwolferson]

Logan, beloved, can i bribe you to write me piarles and 4. "I think you're too far away." pleeeaasseeee 💕

Hi babyyyyyyy

The message that comes through is obviously not meant for him.

Charles reads it and rereads it and is very careful not to type.

Pierre is online but he also knows Charles frequently leaves his phone lying around unlocked and open on a message thread, so as long as he’s not typing, Pierre can’t see that he’s seen it.

But…Charles wants the message to be for him.

He reads and rereads it again and waits for Pierre to send another through to apologize - to say he meant it for the new girl he’s talking to, but that doesn’t happen.

I think you’re too far away.

Charles doesn’t even know what that means, but it feels…

His phone rings.

It’s Pierre. A screenshot Charles took of one of his Alpine TikTok’s taking up his entire screen. He had changed it to make Pierre feel bad about having that meme screenshot as Charles’ contact picture.

Charles answers it only because he knows that Pierre will call again, keep calling until he answers.

“Cha.” Pierre says, a little drunk - Charles can tell because he’s known him his whole life it seems - being in love with him has no bearing on this.

“Hello, Pierre. You are having a cheat day, I see.” Charles pronounces each syllable clearly. Pierre always says “huh” a lot when he’s drunk.

“I think you are too far away.” Pierre insists, ignoring him. “I think you should be here with me. You know that I always want you with me.”

He keeps emphasizing with me, and Charles is on fire.

“Pierrot, where is Ben?” He’s trying to laugh, but Pierre makes a frustrated noise. Like he does when he doesn’t feel heard.

“You should be with me, Charles. Do you understand?”

But before Charles can answer him, the phone goes dead.

A text from Ben three minutes later saying that he is with Pierre is the only thing not sending him into a blind panic.

Okay, take care of him.

Ben sends back a thumbs up and Charles lays on the couch for five hours and stares and the ceiling and tries to stuff it all back inside.

.

Pierre texts him a link to a kid fundraising for a kart two days later and then they just…go back to normal.

They don’t speak about it, but now Charles has something underneath his skin that feels like…hope maybe.

Pierre obviously doesn’t want to talk about it but it feels like maybe he wants Charles too. Maybe Charles isn’t…

Every touch in the paddock is amplified and every touch outside of the paddock feels like it has the potential to go somewhere even though Charles knows that’s ridiculous, but it feels that way.

Until.

Until they’re dancing in the private room of some club, whole place packed full of F1 adjacent people and Pierre is dancing with this girl, one hand on her hip, face in her neck and Charles wonders if he didn’t imagine the entire thing - the phone call, the weirdness after, the touches that linger sometimes.

It’s too hot in here and he needs - he needs air and to not look at Pierre as he decide to take this girl home and so he stumbles out the back door where he knows there will be cars.

He pulls his phone out and texts the group he’s here with - Pierre included.

Going back to the hotel.

And then he gets in one of the cars, tells them where he’s going.

Joris will be pissed, but he’s always pissy about something. Charles cannot make him happy all the time.

He debates a shower, but he doesn’t want to sleep in the bed all damp and disgusting from club sweat, so he goes to shower, plugging his phone in on the charger there so he can play music too loudly and drown out the images of Pierre touching that girl.

He’s the one that packed for this trip so he’s stuck using hotel shampoo and it’s going to wreck his hair, but he’s clean and he’s exhausted and he’s -

Pierre.

Pierre is sitting on the end of his bed, twirling a key card in his hands.

“You should tell the front desk not to give cards out.” He holds it up. “Remember, that’s how that girl got into George’s room. By convincing the front desk she was his WAG.”

Charles wants to snatch it out of his hand and throw it to the ground, but he’s standing with a towel wrapped around his waist and he doesn’t really know what Pierre is doing here.

“I did the same you know? Joris will kill me for making him send that refresher about their NDA, but I batted my eyelashes a bit and told her my super secret boyfriend was up here. Showed her my lock screen.” And then Pierre flips his phone so Charles can see and Charles is having a hard time breathing.

He didn’t even know that photo existed. The two of them in Pierre’s kitchen, Charles looking at the eggs in the pan rather angrily and Pierre smiling - the two of them shirtless and comfortable and smiling obviously in each other’s space.

“Cha,” Pierre whispers. “I do not want to pretend I did not say what I said anymore.”

Charles cannot fucking breathe.

“I think you’re too far away. Do you think you can -“

Charles doesn’t let him finish that sentence, he’s on him, pining him to the bed and hovering over him, feeling the way Pierre’s hands automatically grip his waist, thumbs soothing over her skin.

Pierre is grinning, that soft smile that Charles only sees in moments that Pierre feels safe and happy in. “Don’t want to pretend I don’t want you anymore.”

“Okay,” is all Charles manages to say, but then Pierre is flipping them and Charles is being kissed, being touched, being held.

.

Pierre misses his flight the next day and Joris comes to find him in Charles’ room.

“The two of you together are going to be such an issue.”

“Especially because you’re here without breakfast.” Pierre grouses. “Also, you will have to start knocking. We are both naked under here so unless you want -“

The door slams and Charles is helplessly giggling into Pierre’s bicep. “Pierre!”

Pierre dips down to kiss him again, again, again. “He will have to start knocking. Now that I have you -“

Charles surges up to kiss him again, taking his hand and guiding it where he wants it. “Now that you have me.”

[yukikathesnowflower]

Alhaitham | his private documentary

Pairing: Alhaitham x [f]traveler/Lumine

Genre(s)/theme(s): fluff, fantasy, romance, hug.

Summary: Reading was what he does during his spare time. But something new has begun to change in how he uses his time...

Word count: 900+

A/n: I'm writing this because I was inspired by the way he sat in the game. As well as some memes of his sitting posture posted around. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this fic! | Masterlist

Kindly help me reblog pls. Thank you :)

A fresh scent diffused from the grass and flowers, tickling his nose as the morning breezes blew across. Sitting on the stone-carved bench in his usual sitting posture, his light-turquoise eyes focused on the pocket-sized book in his hand. 

Researching anything that gained his interest was one of his priorities, which was what most of the scholars from the Akademiya do. 

Gaining new knowledge. 

To fill up his thirst for knowledge, he would read a comprehensive collection of books during his spare time after his missions assigned by the Akademiya had been completed. No one would be able to disrupt his attention, once he engrossed himself in his books. 

However, something new has begun to change the things he usually does during his spare time.

As his gaze continued fixating on his book, he sensed a faint floral scent gradually fusing into the fresh scent in the air. That scent was unique as none of the flowers that existed in all continents of Teyvat had a similar scent. No record of this foreign flower could be found in the archives, books, or canned knowledge capsules from the Akademiya either. 

Nevertheless, he already perceived its name and its origin after an encounter with her.

The corner of his lips curved up a bit as the faint scent was turning stronger, and stronger every minute passed…

She’s here.

He remained seated on the bench without moving an inch, pretending to read his book in a studious manner.

“Alhaitham!” her lips curled up brightly with her hands at her back, standing in front of him.

Her blonde hair was glittering as soft sunlight shone upon her, appearing like a moon goddess in his eyes. The flowers pinned on her hair remain blooming in their prime, diffusing a pleasant scent that has kept stirring up his sense of smell. 

He closed his book with one hand, softening his gaze as he turned to face her.

“You’re here.”

“Reading again?” her amber eyes shone with curiosity at him, “what book are you reading today?”

One side of his lips curved slightly.

“Why don’t you take a seat here first?” patted his lap.

Her cheeks blushed immediately after taking a peek at his muscular lap. Astonished, yet bewildered by his alluring action at the same time, she took a few steps away from him.

“Isn’t here your favourite seat whenever you want to get a glimpse of my book that I’m reading?” he smirked.

The pale redness spread further to her face. She shut her eyes tightly, covering her flushed face with her hands. Hiding away her awkwardness from his piercing gaze.

Well, indeed she often sat on his lap to get a glimpse of what he was reading. Though that was to tease him for being overly attentive to his books all the time. 

Unexpected that a day he would use this fact and tease her in return by referring to his lap as ‘her favourite seat’.

‘AHHH…I shouldn’t have teased him THAT much!!!’ her mind began to crumble with embarrassment after realising what she did.

He placed his book aside, stood up from his sitting posture, and walked leisurely towards her. 

Her ears could hear his footsteps getting closer, and closer as every second passed. Her heart pounded faster, and faster at the same time.

‘H-He is getting c-closer?!’ squeezing her eyes shut under her palm as she could not bear to face him.

A sudden warm sensation touched her back and legs.

“A-Alhaithiam?!” she squeaked in shock.

He lifted her up into his arms, carrying her like a princess as he walked back to the stone bench. He sat down with her on his lap, then picked up his book before opening its page to read. His right muscly forearm was hugging her slender waist, keeping her back close to his well-built chest.

Her heart skipped a beat as she could feel his strong broad chest touching her skin.

‘Was his chest always this muscular?’

“Aren’t you going to read my books?” he whispered onto her left ear.

His hot breath tickled her flushed ear, burning it up while she squeezed her eyes tightly, trying to bear the ticklish feel.

She released her hands from her face, and slowly opened her eyes, taking a glance at the book in his hand.

“Eh?” she blinked her eyes.

An empty blank page was placed in front of her. Nothing was written in his book this time, not even a word.

“T-There's nothing written in the book…?” slurred her words, unable to articulate well after staring at his book. Shocked.

“Well…” he took out a pen from his pocket, “there is from now,” filling its ink onto that clean page.

The record of the Inteyvat Flowers

`Isn't this the name of the flowers pinned on my head?’ her eyes widened.

The Inteyvat flowers consist of five petals. Four of them were white and one was light blue…

“And the smell…” he sniffed the flowers on her hair, leaning closer to her.

“A-Alhaithiam!” her cheeks blushed again.

She could feel her heart pounding when he leaned toward her.

“I’m writing down my findings in this book.”

She turned to him, staring incredulously.

“Isn’t my job as the Scribe of the Akademiya to record my findings?” he grinned.

“Well, that is correct! But…why does the topic have to be the flowers on my head?” she fixed her baffled gaze at him.

He gave a chuckle.

“Because…the owner of these flowers has gained my interest.”

Published on 18/11/2022

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[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ SORROW-SCOPES FROM TWITTER (PART TWO) always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

"Is this the best you can do? Seriously?"

"You will undergo a series of tests today, and you will fail all of them by simply showing up."

"Start a new chapter in your life, but pick a less boring central character."

"The void is tired of your constant screaming, and is requesting you take your complaints elsewhere, like Olive Garden for example."

"You don't need to reinvent yourself. There's only one you and you're chained to it like a lead ball pulling you down to the bottom of the sea."

"This is a lucky day to spend time in nature. Stray from the footpath. Enter the forest eaves. Follow the flickering light, the one that almost sounds like a child's laugh. Go on, do it."

"You may feel overwhelmed by the maddening screams of evil spirits, but your ability to get along with others will get you through to the next circle of hell."

"You only get one chance at life and what a terrible mess you're making of it."

"All the sexy selfies in the world won't fill the emptiness inside you."

"In every potato patch, there's at least one that's malformed. That's you. You're the malformed potato."

"Good things are coming your way. They won't stop until you're dead."

"Your therapist will once again cure another patient by using you as an example of what not to do."

"Every new day is a gift. Returns are not accepted without a receipt."

"You may be an army of one, but no one said you were well-trained or properly equipped."

"Someone's going to start mailing you hair. Check back next week to find out who."

"Clear your mind, take a deep breath. This is going to hurt a lot."

"The ghosts of your past are no match for the killer robots of your future."

"Your positive outlook will make you feel foolish when things inevitably turn to shit."

"It would be a great day for people to listen to you. After midnight they won't be able to, as that's when your voice will be repossessed by the sea witch."

"They key to living a happy life is to avoid being dragged screaming into a subterranean lair."

"You'll find a severed foot this week. Thankfully, in your Applebees entree so you'll score a free meal."

"Focusing on small, manageable goals is a great way to avoid the grim specter of your own looming mortality."

"Today's a good day to exorcise your demons. Wipe the slate clean and make a whole new bunch of terrible life choices."

"If you can't help yourself, nobody else can, so you're basically screwed."

"The exact minute of your birth tells us so much about you. None of it is good."

"Someone will hack into your dating profile, but won't touch a thing because they think you've already been hacked. You haven't."

"Take heart in knowing that what befalls you next week will eventually lead to what Buzzfeed calls 'American's next true crime obsession'."

"Air travel is in your immediate future. Stay away from open windows this week."

"Given the choice between being rescued from drowning and fighting the ocean itself, you'll punch the sea every time and we respect the hell out of that."

"You'll play a key part in the invention of interdimensional space travel after NASA announces it's the most permanent way to get rid of you."

"Due to focus grouping, your part will now be played by a more attractive and intelligent player."

"You will bear witness to the majestic beauty of nature this week but all you really care about is your phone."

"The darkness that has haunted your past gives way to a new light. Which will make it easier for your enemies to find you."

"You've been feeling restless lately, and it's because your skeleton hates you and wants out."

"You pissed off the moon. You're on your own."

"They say the blood of your enemies is a powerful elixir but let's face it, you just like the taste."

[unusannusbracket]

I’ve had some curious people, so here’s the seed. (Warning that all 366 videos are in a list here, so it’s very long)

Cooking with Sex Toys

Ethan Finally Becomes a MAN

Recreating Every Single Unus Annus Video

Mark and Ethan Attempt an Escape Room

Hunting HeeHoo

Pee Sauna

Goodbye.

Ethan Gives Mark a Viking Funeral

Playing Children’s Games in Total Darkness

Preserving Ourselves in Wax

DIY Geriatric Simulator

DIY Bungee Jump (please don't try this)

2 Truths and 1 Lie -- Waxing Edition

Mark Teaches Ethan to Read with Hooked on Phonics

Duct Tape Crucifixion (Amy, Please Don't Watch This Video)

Bear Trapping 101: An Elegant Knot For an Elegant Beast

The Unus Annus Annual Sleepover

Reacting to Your Hilarious Green Screen Memes

Creating Mark FISHbach

Goat Yoga

Chickens Teach Us About Life and Death

Unus Annus Try Pole Dancing

We Made Nude Paintings of Each Other

Being Brutally Honest with Each Other

2 Absolute Beginners Experience the Dancing Glory that is Salsa

The Unus Annus Annual Costume Contest

Mark Turns Ethan into a Mummy to Prepare Him for the Great Beyond

Mark Conquers His Fear of Night Swimming

Pee Soda

We Got Pepper Sprayed

The Truth of Unus Annus

Mark Teaches Ethan How to Play the Trumpet

Hiding Our Sins from Amy's Holy Peepers

The Wubble

Mark Cooks Blindfolded While Ethan Guides Him Through FaceTime

W​​​​​e Had To Drink Each Other's Pee

We Accidentally Made an SCP While Amy Was Away

Santa's Mukbang (Drinking 1 Gallon of Eggnog)

Beer Sauna: Turning a Portable Sauna into a Portable Hell

Literally Eating Fire

All Our Video Ideas That Never Happened

Mark Reviews The Impossible Burger But There's a Looming Sense of Impending Doom

2 Grown Men Attempt the Presidential Fitness Test

Nutball: The Most Dangerous Game

The Unus Annus Last Supper

We Force Mark to Swim in the Ocean (HIS GREATEST FEAR)

Fixing Mark's Hole with Ramen but Every Time We Add Glue We Get 5% Closer to God

The Koala Challenge: TikTok’s Intimate Couple’s Trend

Pitching a Tent in the Woods But There's a Bear 15 Feet Away

We Tried a Labor Pain Simulator

We Will Churn Thy Butter

Mark Breaks His Nose On An Aerial Hoop

Beating Inanimate Objects to Death

Mark's Outdoor Escape Room

Donating Toys to Charity w/ JackSepticEye

Baby Hands Operation

What in the Hell is a Pink Trombone?

Mark Teaches Ethan How to March in a Marching Band

Drawing on Each Other's Backs in Total Darkness

Crushing Watermelons Betwixt Our Mighty Thighs

Making Our Own Sensory Deprivation Tank

We Lubed Our Floor for a Sliding Competition

A Serious Conversation Under the Stars

Drawing Memes from Memory

1 Man 100 Accents

How to Start a Fire (except don't...)

DIY Chiropractor

Mark Needs To Rub Ethan and Only His Mom Can Help Him

We Pierced Each Other’s Ears

Mark and Ethan Go Casket Shopping

Unus Annus

Mark Punishes Ethan

We Force James Charles to Run a Military Obstacle Course

The Sensory Overload Tank

Mark and Ethan Are Now Fathers

We Made Every YouTuber Battle in the Hunger Games

We Bought Every Grinch Costume on Ebay

Turning Mark Into an E-Boy

Helium Therapy

Everything's Legal If You're Dead

How to Safely Bury Your Friend

Who’s Cutting Onions In Here???

Recreating the Miracle of Childbirth

We Play the Newlywed Game While Consuming That Which Will Kill the Other

The Beginning of The End

We Attempted to Create THICC Water

DIY Boob

2 Idiots Get Crushed by 18-Foot Giant Snakes

Mark and Ethan Get Into a Fight

The Painful World of Aerial Silks

You Blink You Lose

Ethan Will Be Kicked in the Balls

We Looked at Unus Annus Memes

Poopsie Sparkly Critters (a slime surprise...)

Unregulated Axe Throwing

10 Strange Amazon Products Ethan Bought Mark Because He Doesn't Know How to Spend Money Responsibly

The Secret Unus Annus No-Touchy-Touchy Hand Shake

Taped and Afraid

We Played Strip Poker

REAL Ghost Hunting at an Abandoned Zoo

This Video is Completely Unedited

Eating Only Onions for 24 Hours: How Many Onions Does it Take to Kill a Man?

Ethan Teaches Mark Gymnastics

Mark and Ethan Look at a Puppy for 10 Minutes

Pressure Washing Our Sins Away

The Ultimate Trolley Problem

Recreating Mark's Childhood

2 Men in a Trench Coat Teach You how to Save Moneyat the Movies

Mark Teaches Ethan to Wrestle

What Was the Most Painful Thing We've Ever Endured?

Drinking Real THICC Water... How Bad Does It Taste?

This is What Being Tased Feels Like

Only UNUS-es May Watch This Video

We Take a Lie Detector Test to Uncover our Darkest Sins

Transforming Mark into the 8th Wonder of the World

This Is The Most Dangerous Children's Toy Ever Made

Saying Goodbye to All Our Guests

Ethan Destroys Mark's Van with a Bat

BEYBLADE NUTBALL

We Turned our Bodies into Art

Drunk College Party Simulator

Doing Each Other's Makeup in the Dark

The Candy Bra Challenge

A Bear Attacked Us in the Middle of the Night

Too Many Pickles

Making an Indoor Tornado to Flex on Mother Nature

2 Adults Take a 4th Grade Math Test

We Took the Polar Plunge

Brick Soccer

Only ANNUS-es May Watch This Video

Blood Bath

Ethan Kidnapped Mark

How to Rescue a Cat from a Tree

Literally Finding a Needle in a Haystack

Only Watch from 2:15 to 6:11 --- DO NOT WATCH ANY OTHER PART OF THIS VIDEO

Team Building for 2: Trust Fall, Tug-of-War, and More!

Building IKEA's Hardest Piece of Furniture Without Instructions is Impossible

How Many Slaps Does It Take to Cook a Chicken?

Floating in a Real Sensory Deprivation Tank

Ethan Teaches Mark How to Swim

We Eat Bugs

Accepting the Truth

The Annual Unus Annus Dunk Contest

Grip Strength Test: Loser Becomes the Winner's Butler for a Day

7 Minutes in Heaven | 7 Minutes in Hell

Help Us Break a YouTube World Record

Becoming One with the Horse

Mark and Ethan Go on a "Drum Date"

Bobbing For Apples But the Water Keeps Getting Thiccer

Who Can Teach Their Dogs a Trick the Fastest?

Mark Knows What Ethan Did...

We Buy a Professional Hypnosis Video and React To It

Mark and Ethan Learn About the Human Body

Tearing a Phone Book in Half with Our Huge Manly Muscles

How to Escape from a Hostage Situation

Being Attacked by a Fully Trained Bodyguard Dog

Puberty Simulator

Breaking Glass With Our Screams

Dunking Oreos In Literally Anything But Milk

Hydro Dipping A Baby

Attempting to Build IKEA Furniture Without Instructions

Can You Bake a Cookie from Cookie Dough Ice Cream?

The Bad Kind of Cupping

Ethan Explores Mark's Haunted Basement

Would Chica Save Us From Drowning?

Was 2020 a Bad Year for Unus Annus?

Shooting Archery ON A HORSE

This is For FUN and NOT a Fetish

Mark Teaches Ethan Korean

Building the World's First IKEA Boat

Purging Our Sins with a Neti Pot

Discussing the Idea of Murdering Each Other but it's Just a Joke and Definitely Not Serious Haha

Momiplier Teaches Self-Defense

The 1st Annual Unus Annus Roast

Mark and Ethan Share a Drink

The Barrel - Official Music Video

Popping Popcorn with a High-Powered Laser

Is Mark a Masochist?

We Wrote a Hit Pop Song in 30 Minutes

We Attempt to Make UNHOLY Water

We Give Each Other Tattoos Blindfolded

The Ultimate Paper Airplane Showdown

Judging Your Terrible Unus Annus Ideas

Top 10 Worst Things Your Friend Could Possibly Spend Their Money On

3 Big Boys Attempt the King's Royal Fitness Test

Reddit 50/50: Two Player Edition

We Attempt Pottery Without Amy's Help

Mark and Ethan Build a Scarecrow

Learning the Ancient Art of Chinese Archery

Ultimate Horseshoes

This Video Went Completely Out of Control

Cryptid Olympics

Hot Dog'd to Death

Recharging Our Phones Using Only Brute Strength

Becoming a Master of Mime

Harnessing Our Dogs' Unlimited Energy

We Explore the Unus Annus Subreddit for Your Delicious Memes

Forcibly Turning Mark Into Santa Claus Against His Will

Literally Laying On Literal Broken Glass

The Good Kind of Cupping

Blowing Our Souls Into Some Hot Glass

Who Can Make Themselves Taller?

DIY Bed of Nails : OH GOD, PLEASE DON'T EVER TRY THIS

Mark and Ethan Summon a Ghost

The Great Meat Mistake

Recreating Ourselves as a Cursed Mannequin

DIY Wine

We Played Mad Libs and Ran It Through Google Translate

Bobbing For Literally Anything But Apples

Acupuncture Is NOT Painful

Mark Gives Ethan a HOT (stone) Massage

We Cryogenically Freeze Ourselves

Ultimate YouTuber Boxing Showdown

10 Miracle Products to Give YOU the Thiccest Jaw on Planet Earth

Dummy THICC for Dummies | A Tale of 2 Butts | Pushing Our Butts Even Further Beyond

We Attempt to Make Holy Water

Mark Steals Ethan’s Face

DIY Teeth

Our Perfect (and last) Valentine's Day

Mark Builds a Pillow Fort for the Very First Time

The Egg Smashing Game

Ethan Redefines Male Beauty

Learning to Breathe Underwater

The Great Ice Cream Cake Race

Preparing a 5-Star Meal for Our Youtube Famous Dogs

We Finally Drank Our DIY Win

2 Dirty Boys Wash Their Filthy Mouths Out With Soap

Professional Fire Cupping (Going Even Further Beyond)

Morphing Our Bodies Into Superhero Poses

Bad Bad Beans

We Hired a Real Hypnotherapist to Analyze our Darkest Dreams

This is Goodbye

God's Fitness Test

Edible Slime was a Mistake.

DO NOT TRY THIS UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES

You Breathe You Die

Long Hair, Do We Dare?

Mark and Ethan Desperately Try and Name a Single State in the USA

The Most Dangerous Shave

Two Male Men Judge Female Women on Their Beauty

5 Products to Grow Your Patchy Beard

How to NOT be the Perfect Boyfriend

Learn to Jump Higher in 16 Minutes and 16 Seconds

Playing Cards: The World's Deadliest Weapon

DIY Cheese

We Found Websites That the World Forgot About

Play-Doh Thanksgiving

Ethan Watches as Mark Achieves the Impossible

2 Men 200 Accents

1 Gallon of Jello Nearly Broke Us

Desperately Trying Not To Touch Our Faces

Mark and Ethan Milk a Goat

Edward Pumpkin Hands

Nutball Extreme: Taser Edition

The Unus Annus Space Program

Having an Adventure In VR Chat Because We Can't Go Outside

Using Google Maps to Find the Lost City of Atlantis

Mark and Ethan Desperately Attempt to Feel Something

Ethan Turns Mark into a Werewolf

Looking at Long Lost Memes

The Human Mop

An Extremely Sour, Not-At-All Sour Meal

Going on an Internet Scavenger Hunt

Making Soda With Literally Anything But Soda

Mark and Ethan Become United States Citizens

Consuming the World's Hottest Chip

Learning How to Lockpick (FBI Please Don't Watch)

We Made Fanart for Each Other

There's Something Horribly Wrong with This Picture...

Strange (and legal) Things You Can Do With Your Body After Death

Professional Fetish Scientists Rank the Best/Worst Fetishes of 2020

Recreating Childhood Photos

Fighting Fish to the Death in the Deep Blue Sea

Wikifeet: A Tale of 2 Tootsies

We Google Each Other to Find Our Darkest Forgotten Sins

The Worst Kind of Cupping

The End of Unus Annus is Almost Here...

Middle School Science Experiment Teaches Us About Life and Death

Momiplier Tells Us True Scary Stories from Korea

Making Snow Cones With Literally Anything But Normal Flavors

We Have the Best Bellies on Youtube

We Ate Dog Treats So You Don't Have To

Becoming the World’s Greatest DJ's

Our Fans Try to Scare Us with Their Homemade Creepypasta

DO NOT OPEN UNTIL 2080

You Made Beautiful Music for The Barrel... But Only One Could Win

The Deep End of Omegle: Risky Boogaloo

The 1000 High Five Challenge

What is the Least Viewed Video on YouTube?

Mark and Ethan Find the Lost City of El Dorado

The Creepiest Videos on Youtube

DIY Minesweeper

This Is Hiding On Your Body RIGHT NOW.

Running Internet Drama through Google Translate

Will We Break the Boards... Or Will They Break Us?

Speed Reading 1000+ WPM to Gain a Complete Understanding of All Human Knowledge

This Video Will Never Make Sense

Unus Annus Carves the Roast Beast

Making Our Own Gravestones to Prepare For Our Inevitable Demise

Mark's 1 Weird Talent Leaves Ethan Absolutely Speechless

Mark and Ethan Get a Full Body Scan to See What Secrets Lay Hidden Within (and learn their body fat)

Learning to Use The Force

Making the Ultimate Unus Annus Burger

The Scariest True Stories on the Internet

Mark and Ethan Bet Everything on a Wikipedia Race

Giving Away Our 1,000,000 Subscriber Gold Play Button

Amazon Shopping for the Apocalypse

The Chubby Gummy Challenge

Unus Annus ASMR

Phasmophobia in Real Life

Mark and Ethan Shave Chica

Does This Magnet Skincare Routine Really Work?

Ethan Roasts Mark for 15 Minutes Straight

We Bought a Camera That Can Look Inside Us

Reading YOUR Scariest True Stories

How Much Caffeine Does It Take to Kill a Man?

An A.I. Predicts How We're Going to Die

Emotional Pain vs Physical Pain... Which is Worse?

We Smell Every Smell

Tasting Weird Food Combos : Pickles and Chocolate? Ice Cream and Soy Sauce?

Bleachus Annus

Can Sound Therapy Heal All Wounds?

Ethan's Relaxing and Totally Normal Nail Salon

Can Plants Feel Pain?

We Have The BEST Thumbnails on YouTube and No One Can Tell Us Otherwise

We Put an Apple Watch in a Rock Tumbler

Whom Would Eat Whomst First in a Zombie Apocalypse?

2 Complete Amateurs Enter a Body Building Competition

We Do It Better Than Icarus Ever Could

Mark and Ethan Take a Personality Test

Learning to Cry on Command to Increase Our YouTube Views

What Happens When a Youtube Channel Dies?

Don't Go in the Ocean... Ever.

Finding the Most Cursed Image on the Internet

Pumpkin Taste Tier List

The Unus Annus Confessional Booth

2 Boys 2 Poops

How Far Can We Chuck a 16lbs Rock?

We Took an IQ Test

We’re Better Than Dogs

Amy Sent Us a Mystery Box

How Big Can a Nuke Get?

There's Still Hope...

What Does Astrology Say About Our Friendship?

Where in the World is Unus Annus?

Mark is Guilty. Ethan has the Proof.

How Tall Can A Human Get?: An Impartial Review by 2 Average Height Men

Mark and Ethan Hunt The World's Most Wanted Criminals

Bored? Press This Button.

The Illuminati... Do They Really Exist?

Harnessing Our Yodeling Power to End The World As We Know It

Ethan Traps Mark's Soul in the Palm of his Hand

5 Weird Apps Predicted Our Death

Are Reptilian Humanoids Living Among us?

An A.I. Generates Our Worst Nightmare

Bigfoot is Real and It Ate My Friend

This is How We'll Die...

Like It or Not... This is What The New Human Looks Like

Pumpkin Spice “Challenge”

Discovering the Secret to Eternal Life

Will AI Soon Take Over Humanity as we Know It?

Hacking into the Very Fabric of the Universe

Reverse Engineering a Kite to Steal the Idea of Electricity From Benjamin Franklin

Granting Access into Heaven's Sweet Gates

We Explore the Most MYSTERIOUS Mysteries of our Wildy Mysterious Mystery Moon of Mysteries

Are We Already Dead?

[newtthetranswriter]

"Umbrellas are for pussies."

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu x American Reader

Word count: 1418

Summary: A day out with Yuta leads to playful bickering about umbrellas.

Warnings: The use of the word pussies once making fun of people.

A/N: Just a random idea I had while watching the rain today. Reader is from the state of Oregon because that’s where I’m from originally and I personally think umbrellas are for wimps, and transplants(People not from Oregon originally). I’m also thinking of making this like a mini cross fandom series about different characters in the rain. Also requests are still open and I’m working on the one I have. It just may take a bit as my new job is finally giving me hours, and Vegas (where I live right now) Is facing some heavy rain this week with possible flooding and power outages. 

    It was a relaxing day at Jujutsu tech, which was rare but welcome. Taking advantage of the few off days we received as sorcerers, me and Yuta decided it would be nice to go out and just have fun in Tokyo together. It would be our first date in a while with the number of missions Yuta gets being a Special grade sorcerer, and we just wanted to go shopping and get lunch without the worries of curses and Panda teasing us. Don’t get me wrong I love hanging out with our friends but it can be a bit much having the bear cracking jokes at our expense every five seconds.

    We decided that we would meet each other at the entrance to the school and leave from there together. It was a few minutes past when we agreed to leave when I watched Yuta run towards me out of breath. I just chuckled at the ravenet as he approached. “What took so long and why are you running?” I asked as he took a moment to catch his breath.

     “Oh, I was looking for an umbrella, It looks like it might rain so I figured it’s better to come prepared. I lost track of time searching and when I realized I was late, I rushed out so you wouldn’t think I forgot our date.” He said standing back up and smiling at me. It was then that I noticed the cause of his tardiness in his hand.

     I rolled my eyes at him. “It probably won’t rain, especially if it’s in the forecast.” I said this from experience. “Also using an umbrella is for pussies.” I joked as we made our way from the school.

     You see I’m from the U.S.A, more specifically Oregon. I learned growing up that when they say it’s going to rain it probably won’t, and if they predict a sunny day expect a thunderstorm. I also grew up with the mentality that umbrellas were pointless, if it’s gonna rain oh well a little water won’t hurt. I came to Japan because opportunities for Jujutsu sorcerers are limited as they don’t cause too much problem there, so I went where I could learn about the strange things only I could see. That is how we get to where we are now.

      My boyfriend looked at me like I was crazy for a second before just brushing off my comment, favoring enjoying our day out rather than bickering about rain. He grabbed my hand as we started our walk towards the bustling city enjoying the cool weather. We talked about little things that didn’t really matter, things like Inumaki ‘accidentally’ cursing Panda to stay silent for a whole day, or how Gojo spends way too much money on candy. It was just light hearted talk, forgetting that we work such a dangerous job that could take everything away at any second. It always felt great to just be people.

     After a half hour walk we were finally in Tokyo. We decided that the best course of action was to get a quick breakfast before heading to a mall for the day. Yuta and I agreed on a little bakery that had coffee as well and sat down to enjoy it. Again just idle chatter about some dumb meme I had seen or a stupid video Yuta saw. We finished breakfast and headed to the mall.

     When we got to the mall we immediately went to Hot Topic, and got some MCR shirts, a few buttons, and a few Funko pops. I also got a new set of gauges for my ears before we headed to the next store. Yuta decided that we had to go into Box Lunch and nearly begged to get a squishmellow that looked like a piece of Onigiri for our friend with limited vocabulary. He also got a marvel mug and I picked out some My Hero Academia ramen bowls.

      This went on for a few hours just us going from store to store buying random things, for ourselves, or the occasional thing that made us think of one of our friends. Around noon we decided to grab lunch in the food court before heading home because we already both had a few bags we had to carry back. Luckily one of the things I bought was a backpack that looked like Finn’s bag from Adventure Time and was able to put quite a bit of our stuff in it, shrinking the number of bags needed to carry everything. We both still had like three bags of stuff to carry but it wasn’t too bad.

     Leaving the mall, I realized Yuta had been right about it raining. It wasn’t raining too bad, I’d say only sprinkling, nothing to worry too much about. I didn’t even pause before stepping out into the rain and walking away from the mall, I only stopped when I realized Yuta wasn’t next to me. I turned to see my boyfriend struggling with the bags he was carrying, trying to set them down for a moment while also trying not to drop the umbrella he had in his hand. Walking up I grabbed the bags from him before asking. “What are you doing? It’s not that bad, you don’t need that.” I pointed at the umbrella he was opening.

      “Just because you were raised like an animal, doesn’t mean I have to get soaked in the rain.” Yuta responded by taking the bags back from my hand, after positioning the umbrella over his head. “Also I never said you had to use it. If you want to catch a cold in this weather, have fun but don’t come crying to me.”

      I just rolled my eyes, returning my attention back to making the trek back to Jujutsu tech. “I won’t catch a cold, I’m just saying you look dumb with it.” I could hear him scoff as he caught up with me.

      The walk back towards the school was fine until the rain went from a sprinkle to a downpour and Yuta made us step under the cover of a bus stop for a moment to make sure none of our stuff was getting wet. After making sure anything that could be damaged by the rain was covered and out of harm's way I moved back into the rain. “What are you doing? It's raining too hard for you to just be walking around in a t-shirt and no umbrella.” The voice of my worry wort said.

      I just kept walking listening to the sound of him rushing to catch up with me. “I said before that I'm fine. I’ve walked further in worse rain.” I said as he was walking next to me. It was silent for a moment before he moved so the umbrella was covering the both of us. “I said I don’t use umbrellas. People who do are weird, it’s just water, it can't hurt me.” I responded as I stepped away from the offending object.

      The special grade just rolled his eyes at me. “Look I know that you don’t want to use the umbrella but please. For me just this once. I don’t want you getting sick. ANd I know you said you won’t catch a cold, but I don’t like the idea of you risking it. Plus soaking wet clothes are not fun.” He said, trying to move closer to get me under the umbrella. “Plus I can see you shivering, no matter how used to the rain you are, admit that you’re just a little cold.

      My shoulders slumped, he was right about me shivering and wet clothes sucking. “Fine, but this is the only time I will do this. And if you tell anyone I will inform everyone that you unironically listen to Taylor swift.” I responded, making up something random to make him agree, finally letting him close enough to shield me from the rain.

      He froze for a moment before responding. “I do not listen to Taylor Swift, but fine I won’t tell anyone that you walked under an umbrella.” He paused before continuing, “You Americans are weird about really dumb things.” I just nodded in agreement and kept walking.

      Today was great, even though I went against my people by using an umbrella, I had fun. It’s always nice to just talk and spend time with the one you love. I can’t wait for the next time we can do this together.

[notmorbid]

patricia wants to cuddle, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from patricia wants to cuddle by samantha allen.

at least vampires have to be invited in.

i won't clap for you like a seal at the circus.

i'm always on the other side of the glass, watching life happen.

everyone here came here for a reason.

you have to watch out for the quiet ones.

it's short for 'glamorous camping'.

do you want to become a meme again?

don't you worry your pretty little head.

something doesn't feel right.

how can somewhere so beautiful be so ugly, too?

maybe i am getting answers. just not to the questions i asked.

it's just dress-up, isn't it? we're all wearing costumes.

i know i'm not dreaming. why would you be in my dream?

you're clearly pretending to be someone you're not.

i'd feed you to a bear in a heartbeat.

never fucking speak to me again.

you're getting bitchier by the minute.

the truth is often far more banal than we want it to be.

incompetence is always a better explanation than conspiracy.

please come home. we miss you.

you're stretching the definition of 'whisper'.

maybe i can live under your porch.

could i ask you to do something silly for me?

that photo isn't cute enough to be on the news.

i know you told me to stop asking for permission.

i think you'll still be this pretty when you're old.

i've never just plain said 'i love you'.

you really shouldn't be alone.

i'll go with you. we don't have to talk.

did you stow away in my trunk?

i couldn't let you go alone.

we don't wear socks with birkenstocks anymore.

why aren't you saying anything?

you think i care about your money?

i promise to spend every day making sure you never regret running off with me.

i'd live in a shack in death valley if i could hold your hand there.

i don't need to pack. you're my only necessity.

i've never left the county. have you?

i cherish the thought that everywhere i go for the first time will be by your side.

you're all show, no go.

you had it worse than i did, but you always loved me better.

it should have been me. it shouldn't have been you.

i didn't deserve you, but i loved you. i still do.

people once called us monsters and freaks, too, but i think we were beautiful freaks.

we'll be okay. everything is going to be okay.

it's always the nice ones, isn't it?

i'm not her, but i'll take the compliment.

[frostironfudge]

I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once - Bucky Barnes - Four

Summary: After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and on social media, where he happens to find you.

Pairing: Ex-Military!Bucky Barnes x Fem! Plus Size!Reader (Modern AU)

Chapter Warnings: angst, fluff, phone sex, smut, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, PTSD mentioned, nightmares, active communication between a couple, long distance relationship, timezones, praise kink, size kink if you squint (you won't have to though if you catch my drift)(take me away from this hellsite)

A.N.: posting the chapter early because @thousandnighstwhithmammon convinced me with cute gifs

Word Count: 6212 Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Three || Chapter Five

Bucky was determined, looking at flowers and chocolates on a website that delivered the same to where you were. He made a face at some of the floral arrangements and the teddy bear in one wasn’t upto mark for his girl. 

My girl. He grinned as he repeated the two words in his mind. Even though you were miles and miles away from him. You were his and he was yours. 

Bucky groans as he looks at the red teddy bear, why can’t it be brown? He needed to find a cute memorabilia that could serve as a comforting reminder of him. In the event you couldn’t speak to each other regularly. Or in the event he pissed you off and the bear could ease your anger. 

Also red teddy bears are just one step away from being possessed. Why did they look so dead inside?

He decides upon just flowers and chocolates for now adding them to cart and putting in your address he sneaked off from Steve who snuck it from Natasha. 

Unbeknownst to him you did the same of sneaking his address of off Natasha who snuck it from Steve. 

The two of them did roll their eyes and had a eight minute back and forth about how you both could just be upfront. But nope, sneaking addresses is what was being done. They allowed it simply because the two of you were like little excited babies and the gleam in both of your eyes was precious. 

While you stared at the websites that has a lot to offer to send your man. You giggle to yourself and blush, my man. You repeat it feeling giddy. Would he appreciate this weird gift set? Also what even was this happiness box?

You shut the entire browser window. You are erasing your browser history. Maybe dousing your eyes in holy water. God the image of the lube and flesh light and dildo was still stuck in your head. 

Extravaganza of Male Happiness. 

The perfect gift for your man.

“You found a sex based website didn’t you?” Natasha laughs at your incredulous expression. 

“Please I’m worried and scarred.” You plead, your only other idea was flowers and the chocolate he had mentioned he really loves. 

“Just go with your first idea.” Nat says, “You want it to reach for the first date right? So you have only today to decide.” 

“First idea is flowers, I think we spoke about it, he’s never gotten flowers and I want to change that.” You admit, opening up the sample arrangements of cat safe flowers that you had shortlisted the previous night. 

“I think he’d like any of these.” She comments opening up her notebook as the professor enters and you put away your phone while retrieving your own notebook. 

Bucky wipes his hand on his jeans, why is this so nerve wracking? He’s spoken to you through the screen several times yet this one pulses his nerves. 

Briefly he wonders if this lunch/dinner date will workout. 

All thoughts go out the window when his laptop screen comes to life with your incoming call. Shakily he accepts after checking his headphones being connected for the fiftieth time. 

“Hi,” 

Bucky grins as your voice greets his ears while the screen loads up. 

“Hi Doll.” He greets, giving you his brightest smile when the screens do load. 

You beam equally bright at him. 

“You look, very very handsome.” You blurt out, then blush, he’s wearing a light blue button down. 

“If you think I look handsome, you should see my date she’s breathtaking.” Bucky grins more as he notices your shyness coming forth. 

“Well you gotta take a deep breath, cause I’m about to show you my outfit.” You say as you stand from the chair fixing the sundress you picked out, it matched his shirt by chance. 

“So its a lunch date?” Bucky grins, admiring you as you stand back, god wireless headphones are a boon. 

“Yes, dinner dates have other outfits. ” You do a small twirl and the hem of the dress moves along with the movement. 

“You look gorgeous, doll. You keep taking my breath away.” He grins and you settle down onto your chair again. 

“Thank you, now your turn, I wanna see what are you wearing.” You clap your hands in excitement and he laughs, standing up and heading to the end of his room.

“Well, this is a blue button down but I’m pretty sure Pantone has a specific name for this shade. I’m wearing beige pants.” He walks closer to the screen doing a supermodel stance with his hand on his hip and your laugh makes him grin with the corner of his eyes getting crinkles. That, that was your favourite smile on him. 

Bucky’s phone chimes and he gets excited. 

“What? Did the application get accepted?” You also get excited for him. 

“Go open your door.” Is all he says, you look back at him confused. 

“Why?”

“Just go open it.” He only smiles, then his door bell rings as does yours. 

Bucky narrows his eyes at you. 

“You should open your door.” You wiggle your brows then laugh. The two of you get up from your chairs in sync and head to the respective doors. 

Bucky is going to cry, he carefully sets down the vase of sunflowers near the door before grabbing the other box the delivery personnel hands to him and he returns to the room holding the vase with ease and the box tucked under his arms. 

You look away from your own flowers and chocolates and gulp, that vase you knew was heavy, and yet Bucky was holding it with ease. 

“Seems like we both had the same idea.” He grins while setting the contents down on his desk. 

“I um, they are safe even if Alpine might try to nip at them, I checked five blogs to confirm. Um, thats not the only reason I picked them, you know how sunflowers turn towards where the sun is?” You pause waiting for Bucky to respond but he only looks at you with an incomprehensible emotion. 

“Did, are you allergic?” Panic laces your voice, “Do you have your epipen?” 

“No, no, I’m not allergic, I, well no one has ever given me flowers. I just, and you even thought of Alpine. Thank you. I love them.” 

You gaze at him softly, the panic evaporating. 

“I’m glad you liked them—,”

“Love them, doll, i love them, thank you. Did, did you like yours?” Bucky shifts running his hand through his hair, nervous. Should he have bought the red teddy?

You pick up your vase and hold it while grinning at him. Bucky takes a screenshot, unable to help himself. 

“I love them, these are Alstroemerias, a type of Lily, right?” You confirm admiring the pink hues across the petals. 

Bucky nods, “Yeah, I um, Peruvian Lily. Is the other name.” Pink ones symbolise friendships turned love but he’s going to not say that. Yet. He thinks it would make you leave the video call in one second. 

“They’re beautiful, James. Thank you. Now you need to hold yours so I have a picture too.” You narrow your eyes at him, catching his sneaky screenshot skill. 

“You caught that?” He scratches the back of his neck, then grabs his vase and you try not to drool at his strength. 

“Take a picture baby, it will last longer.” Bucky smirks as you get flustered, quickly taking your own screenshot. 

He winks at you before setting the flowers back in their place. 

“So, what has the lady ordered for herself?” He rests his chin on his palm. 

“Well, I went with something simple, penne in an Alfredo sauce with chicken. For the appetiser I think I ordered,” You rummage through the bag, “ah yes, Mozzarella cheese sticks, they were out of the other things ooh anddd they gave free garlic bread.” You tease him holding up the free bread. 

Bucky’s jaw drops then he looks absolutely offended, “I had to pay for my bread. But we’re sharing the apps because,” He holds up the take out container housing his own mozzarella cheese sticks. You grin. 

“For main we have lasagna.” He holds up the container, grinning and you can almost smell the melted cheese and herbs. 

“I wish I could steal some through the screen.” You pout. 

“Joey doesn’t share food.” He shakes his head, playfully taking the container away from the screen. 

“I thought you said you’re Chandler.” You accuse him getting offended because you’ve been deemed as Monica by everyone you know and were holding out hope to find your own Chandler. 

“Well I am your Chandler but in matters of food, I can be your Joey.” He grins, you shake your head laughing. His little ‘your’ before the character’s name tugs at your heart. 

“So apps first and we can begin our first date.” He tries to plate them up as nicely as possible. Once he’s done he watches you plate up, you look up at him licking the melted cheese from your finger. You watch as his tongue runs over his bottom lip. Bucky takes a steadying inhale. It’s unfair how you’re so far away. 

He clears his throat, “So um,” 

“You’re a bite behind Barnes.” You chuckle taking a bite of the food and he follows suit. 

“You’re in a very happy banter-y mood, I absolutely am enjoying it.” He comments. 

“Well I am in company of someone who enjoys happy banter-y-ness.” 

“You are yes.”

Much to both of your relief, the first date isn’t all that different to your usual conversations just the topics are lighter. No heavy stuff about family, his time with the military, more so getting to know each other and already talking about the potential second date. 

“Wait, wait, wait.” You hold up both your hands trying to not choke on your food before laughing. 

“You guys visited a farm in grade one,” You repeat. 

“Yes a farm, cute animals cows and all.” He shakes his head at the memory. 

“And you carried chocolate milk, and emptied it into the milk bucket of the brown cow?” You confirm, watching his shoulders shake in delight at the memory of the prank he pulled. 

“Steve lost his mind when he saw the milk.” Bucky’s laugh was warmth embracing you, pulling you in, keeping you next to him. 

“And no one found out? Not even the person in-charge or your teacher?” You ask and he just shakes his head laughing. 

“No one could do anything the principal came in to the class the next day worried, when parents called her up, because every single kid said chocolate milk comes from brown cows.” Bucky’s eyes widen in fear recreating his scared expression then laughing again. 

“Oh my god.” You wipe the tear that is about to escape still giggling as you both try to calm down from the story. 

“Hey you’ve got a little Alfredo…” Bucky points on his own face to direct you. 

“Oh um,” you try to swipe it, not looking at the small picture of you just looking at him for guidance. 

“Other side doll,” Bucky’s hand reaches out then he retracts it when it collides with the screen. 

You both grow quiet. Using the tissue and finally seeing yourself in the small box helps clean up the stray sauce. 

It was safe to say that the biggest con of wanting to long distance date was not being able to do the typical romantic movie things. Or even just hold hands. 

“What do you have for dessert?” You bite your lip, hoping the night/day wasn’t ruined. 

“Tiramisu.” Bucky shoves away the annoying thought of not being able to touch you, he knew what you both were signing up for when the line between friendship and something more was being blurred. 

“Once again we share dessert.” You smile, he does as well. The earlier tension fading away into nothingness. 

As the date slowly moves towards its end, Bucky contemplates asking about the second date or voicing his concern over how would you both manage if this does turn into something more?

“James?” You furrow your brow thinking his frame’s frozen. 

“James?” You tilt your head, as he blinks but doesn’t respond lost in thought. 

He knows if you both try hard enough this will be something beautiful and distance? That could be closed with a flight or visiting when it was feasible for the two of you. 

“Bucky?” You try and he finally looks up. 

“Doll?” He furrows his brows, confusion lacing his voice. 

“You, what is on your mind?” You enquire, sitting up a bit more. 

“Nothing—,”

“Bucky.” You reprimand. 

“I was just—, I don’t want to end the date on a sour note. Forget it, it can be discussed later.” He gives a halfhearted smile. 

“James, for this to work we need to communicate openly.” You remind him, he feels his heart squeeze as your voice grows quiet and worry colours your features. 

“I’m,” He exhales, biding time to find the right words, “I wanted to ask about our second date… I know we both work out the timings and the food and everything but like during dinner I wanted to reach out and your hands twitched to reach out as well. I know what we have is something special and so worth the painful distance but I worry, what if one of us stops trying?” He airs out his concerns. 

“You aren’t putting a sour note on the date let me clear that up for you.” You give him a small smile. 

“It is at the back of my head too. Not able to cup your face, feel your hand intertwined with mine or feed you a bite of my food or steal a bite from yours by way of getting you to feed me. There is quiet a lot we won’t be able to do, but I think we both know each other enough to be honest with one another. It is possible we could stop trying but the other one can fight for the two of us, try and save what we have.” You let him process your words. 

“I don’t want it to come to that, to fight or make the other stay if it’s difficult. I know its just been one date, but do you think you would be willing to take this on for a longer term? I’m not saying it has to go this way, there is a possibility where we both could agree a friendship is better” He hopes it won’t come to the latter, its hardly been three and a half months since he knows you, and one week since you both have decided to step into dating. He doesn’t want to give it up. 

“Okay, lets, lets think about one thing that we can control? Because I feel our what ifs are getting to us deeply.” You advise and his azure eyes are hopeful for something. 

“Okay. What is it?” He drums his finger along his desk. 

“This moment, the present, today, our date, our flowers for each other. Us. Here. Face to face in a way. The distance is a big factor but we have things at our disposal to somewhat take that away.” You say, hoping he understands. 

“If we just consider today then yes, what we have is something worth dealing with the distance. I don’t care about that when I have you.” He gazes at you, blue eyes locked in on yours and he takes your name before saying words that wrap around your heart,

“You’re worth the distance.” He blinks back the tears as his chest feels much lighter at the truth. 

“You’re worth the distance too.” A tear escapes past your eyes and you quickly wipe it away. 

“Look at me, making my date cry.” He chuckles dryly, you give a huff of a laughter. 

“Happy tears.” You look back at him from your hands. 

Reaching out you run a knuckle over his cheek. Bucky tilts his head as if leaning into your touch, making you smile. 

“One day you will do that in person.” He promises. 

“One day you will be able to twirl me.” You promise. 

“And then kiss you.” He adds, much too cheekily.

“Cheeky.” You playfully roll your eyes. 

“You enjoy my cheekiness.” He retorts easing you both into the playful banter before you both say your goodbyes. 

Bucky lays on his bed, eyes on the sunflowers and he can’t wipe the smile off of his face. 

His phone buzzes, he sits up to retrieve it from his desk. 

He reads your message from the notification tab. 

@.watchingthemoonlight:

i had a lovely date, can’t wait for our next one. 

Bucky falls back down onto the bed with an even wider grin on his face. 

“Doll!” Bucky calls out, you hurry back from the kitchen. 

“Coming!” You call out then hiss as your door handle collides into your hip. 

“You okay?” He looks worried, the usual size of his screen smaller since he’s added his phone to the video-call. 

“Yeah that just hurts like a bitch.” You rub the sore spot, today was date number ten, coinciding with a new upload from your collective favourite ghoul boys, which meant you’re awake way past 3 a.m to watch it with Bucky. 

You yawn again and he shakes his head.

“No, don’t you dare.” You warn him. 

“I didn’t say anything!” He raises his hands in defence. 

“Yet.” You look at him in disdain. 

“Okay, yet” he agrees, “We could have watched this at a better hour.”

“And miss this episode? Bucky are you even my boyfriend?” You shake your head. 

“I am concerned about my girlfriend’s wellbeing and sleep pattern. Which I have told her about on several occasions.” He reprimands using his stern voice and if it wasn’t for the moot point his voice would have had you clenching your thighs. 

Bucky smirks catching the slight change in your sleepiness, almost a month since your first date but he had caught onto your subtle reactions to some of his teasing. 

That was another change that happened after several (fifteen very lovely dates and communication with meticulously planned timezone dates making sure all dates alternated between day and night). Bucky had sent flowers on one random Thursday morning with a brown teddy bear having papers tucked in an envelope under the teddy’s arms. 

Page One

@.bbarnes has sent you a message 

Page Two

@.bbarnes:

after fifteen beautiful dates with the gorgeous woman who has only certainly arrived right from my dreams, i want to ask her to be my girlfriend, should i do it?

Page Three

@.bbarnes:

Okay here goes, i’m asking her, god wait shit where is the flower? 

Page Four

A hand drawn Lily with it being painted with the pink hues from the first bouquet he ever gave you. 

Page Five

@.bbarnes:

give me a call please? don’t bother about the time. 

And so you did, it was three-thirty a.m for him. Bucky with sleep hair all half raised on various sides and sleep ridden eyes and a sweet sleepy smile upon seeing you. You melted right there. 

“I see you got my bear.” He smiles as you hold it up for him, “Press his right paw.” 

You set the phone down and press the paw. 

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” The voice box from the bear speaks in Bucky’s voice and you have to hold back tears. 

“Its a one time press only, but I want to ask again, will you be my girlfriend?” He worries his bottom lip, you hug the bear tightly. 

“James, I will be your girlfriend, yes.” You beam at him and Bucky swears you just broke the record for happiest day of his life. He does a mini dance and you can see Alpine giving him a bored look in the background and going off to sleep again. 

Your heart surges, James, your James, your Bucky is now your boyfriend. God you need to squeal and tell Natasha. You need to be calm. 

You both just adore each other and he shifts from sitting to propping his phone against the pillows and laying down. 

“You need to sleep, Bucky.” You watch as his eyes fight to close. 

“I’m awake, my girlfriend is on the phone.” He grins sleepily and you take a screenshot.

“She’s worried about her boyfriend’s sleep patterns.” You say and in the dim light you can still make out the red tinge across his skin. 

“Your boyfriend’s a lucky guy, has you.” Bucky’s eyelids flutter close. Slowly his breathing evens out. 

You shake your head setting the phone in your pocket after murmuring goodnight. 

His eyes open wide in panic when you squeal and run to Nat who was in the kitchen and excitedly tell her what Bucky did, and he smiles as he hears the excitement and emotion in your voice. 

“Doll.” He calls out. 

“Hey Doll.” He laughs when he hears you adoring the bear. 

“Oh god, oh god, I thought i ended the call when you fell asleep.” You facepalm as you hear his laugh. Natasha laughs as you exit the kitchen throwing a banana to her head which she catches before it does the minimal damage. 

“And have me miss the cutest reaction?” Bucky raises an eyebrow, “No way.” 

“I’m so happy, I just, I’ve, you know right?” You remind him about the conversation about previous relationships over your weight and shape. 

“Don’t have to worry about that with me, beautiful. I absolutely adore my doll.” He sends over a flying kiss and you catch it. 

You give him a flying kiss and well and he catches it and does a full show of placing it in his pocket. 

So now Bucky has a plan to keep you distracted and awake. The timer for the premiere shifts to one minute and Bucky begins talking about the latest batch of coding but you can’t pay attention because he’s doing that thing. 

That thing with his fingers and lips and face where all you can do is watch, as he moves his fingers over his lips, along his five o clock shadow and jaw. Oh he knows what he’s doing. He knows. 

Something about python is being said but you couldn’t really pay attention. 

The teasing had been back and forth, which had only started one day when he send you a video from the gym, so in reality he started it. 

The video was of a floor press and he even send you the three digits on the dumbbell that he was raising up against gravity and your jaw was on the floor. 

And naturally, naturally your brain malfunctioned and typed out a nsfw response and send it before you could do anything and he read it before you could unsend it. Bucky smirked he didn’t know you have such a filthy mind. 

He knew the dirty jokes or the innuendos but that one sentence had him imagining what he would do to you. Solely based on the message you sent which started the whole teasing back and forth. So according to him you started it.

You bite your lip as he moves his fingers over his neck and then back to his lips. 

“Doll? Did you hear what I asked?” He raises one eyebrow cockily. He knows you didn’t hear shit. You aren’t even paying attention that the show has started. 

“I um, yeah…” you lie, what was the harm. 

“Really, doll, did you really hear me?” His voice dips in baritone, deep and rich that surges through you. 

You keen, shaking your head to admit you did not comprehend a word. 

“Oh Doll, what am I going to do with you? Maybe I should let you run your lips wherever my fingers just were, you want to do that don’t you?” He questions, he’s removed the third screen so now its only you and him. 

You swallow dryly. 

“Tell me, or should I have my lips on your skin?” He smirks as you shiver at the prospect. 

He was going to take this slow, these were uncharted waters for the two of you, a new aspect of your relationship. 

“Use your words, baby.” He prompts again. 

“Y-yes.” You squeak out. 

“Yes what doll? You want to explore my skin? Or you want me to explore yours? Tell me, tell me exactly how you want this to go. If you want to stop let me know.” He watches you intently azure eyes deepening with lust for you. 

“Want, I want to explore your skin.” You say, he smiles. 

“Good girl, so good for me. Where would you start from?” He puts the phone down where you can still see him clearly. 

“From your temple, trail them to your jaw.” You inform, watching as he closes his eyes and tracings his index and middle finger along where you’ve spoken of your lips. 

“Keep going.” He instructs and you feel your clit pulse. 

“Both sides of your neck, then along the v of the t-shirt and,”

He opens his eyes, his chest rising and falling a little quicker. 

���I’d, I’d take off your shirt.” You say, and watch as he takes off his shirt.

“Feel so soft against my skin, baby. So hard for you.” He praises, you feel yourself grow wetter as he trails his hand over his upper body as you say, even over the scars that you would kiss. His dog tags glimmer against his skin. Your eyes drinking in every bit of him.

“You’re beautiful,” You breathe as you admire him, every surface of him just breathtaking. 

You squirm when he smirks, “Will you do as I say doll? Will you be a good girl for me? Pleased me so well.” He says and watches as you bite your lip, nodding eagerly. 

“Only with you. Trust you completely.” You tell him and he smiles warmly. 

“Thank you for trusting me, Doll.” He watches as you shift nervously in anticipation. 

“Set the phone down,” You maintain eye contact as you set down your phone but keeping your upper body in frame. 

“Run your left hand’s fingers along your jaw, eyes closed.” Bucky instructs. You follow, a small whimper escaping as your skin heats at his words. 

“Slowly undo the buttons of your PJs, such beautiful skin, can’t wait to mark it as mine, you’d like that wouldn’t you? Me littering your skin with love-bites, letting everyone know you’re mine.” 

“Yes, please.” You whimper at his words.

“Go on play with your nipples get them hard for me.” Bucky watches, as your shirt falls halfway off your shoulders, the light illuminating you oh so beautifully. He wishes he was there; exploring your skin with his hand and mouth. 

“Look at you so pretty, so fucking beautiful, following everything I say, are you wet for me baby? Go on, check.” He coaxes you and you run your fingers along your slick folds, whimpering you nod. 

“Gotta show me baby, need to see how wet you’ve gotten for me.” 

You watch his arm move to unbuckle his jeans he moves his hand along his cock, hissing at the contact and then groaning as he watches your fingers glisten in the light. 

“All for me?” 

“All for you, James.”

He groans again, “Touch yourself baby, tell me what do you want me to do?” 

You begin to circle your clit, a mewl escaping your lips. Your skin flushed, Bucky watches as your breasts rise and fall with each breath. 

“Such pretty sounds, bet I could make you scream louder with just my fingers inside you. You would like that right? Fuck just thinking about your warm, tight cunt makes me want to cum, but gotta hold off need to make you feel good.” he says, “go on, make faster circles over your clit, gather your slick.” 

You follow every word. 

“Flick your nipples, keep them hard.”

Your back arches at the sensations, heat blooms in your stomach as you feel your orgasm building. You watch Bucky with hooded eyes his movements gaining momentum. Whimpers and soft moans of his name. 

“Look at you, so beautiful, so fucking beautiful and those pretty little sounds, fuck.”

“Want; want my mouth around your cock.” You say and Bucky groans. 

“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty, you’re close aren’t you? Go on trace the letters of my name on your clit.” 

You whimper the movements foreign but so good as you write his name onto your clit.

“Fuck-fuck, James—,” You arch up again your orgasm even closer. 

“Go faster baby need to cum, you want to cum for me don’t you? Be a good girl and cum for me.”  

His words reach your core and you cum hard with a chorus of his name, breathless and blissfully you watch his mouth part as he moans your name, his hand stroking over his cock imagining fucking your pretty little mouth with your sweet eyes looking up at him. 

He makes a mess of his hand and looks up at you, smirking when he hears your moan at seeing him come undone. 

“So good for me baby. Can’t wait to taste you. Going to stay buried between your thighs.” 

You look away, flustered and your shyness creeping into your chest. 

“Doll, we’ve gotta clean up okay? Then I’ll make sure you fall asleep, did so well for me, haven’t cum that hard in years. Absolutely feral for you.” He admits and you preen under his praise following his guidance to clean up and then you tuck yourself into bed. You give him a soft sleepy smile. 

“You enjoyed it, right?” Bucky questions, worried if he did anything wrong. 

“I did Bucky, did you?”

“So much Doll, I don’t think I can ever encompass how fucking sexy you are into a sentence.” He admits and you hide your face in the pillow. 

“No, no hiding from me, you’re fucking beautiful baby and I’m going to make sure when I meet you, you will feel me even afterwards.” He assures with that devilish smirk. 

“First we’ll have to see if I can take you, I don’t know if you’ll fit.” You blush as you admit to your worry. 

“Oh you can take me baby, I’ll fit inside your sweet warm cunt.” He promises. 

Then a lightbulb goes off in your sleep and orgasm hazed mind. 

“We missed the premiere.” You pout. 

“We will watch it tomorrow at a reasonable hour now sleep or do I need to wear you out more?” He licks his lips and your clit pulses but you shake your head. 

“Good girl. Now I’m here till you fall asleep. Sweet dreams my doll.” He adores you as you begin to drift off trusting him in this moment. 

“Only sweet when you’re in my dreams.” You mumble before pulling the bear he gave closer and being pulled in by slumber. 

In the second month of dating him, you realised you are in love with James Barnes. It wasn’t some big moment or him staying awake the night keeping a video call on so he’d know you’re okay while you were down with the viral flu. 

Nor was is in the soft gasps of your name, in moments that pooled warmth in your belly. 

Maybe it was just one day your gaze lingered upon him as he worked on the code while you studied, and you could see everything with him. All of those future milestones. Everything with your Bucky.

You yet had to say the three words, trying to understand and come up with a way to make the moment even more meaningful. Something that would be a memory for him to hold onto in moments where you couldn’t be there to get to him first.

The thoughts of him that occupy your mind in the middle of the class break when your phone begins to vibrate in your pocket. Bucky was video calling? 

You did the mental math, it was five a.m. for him. Furrowing your brows you tuck your phone back into the pocket standing up and requesting the professor to let you out to use the washroom.

Once out of the classroom you jog to the washroom, quickly answering the call.

“Hey Bucky—,”

“No, no, no, get them out!” Bucky’s distressed voice fills the washroom. You can only make out his ceiling which is shakily into view.

“Bucky?” You ask again, getting worried.

“Please, we need to fall back, get me the fucking order!” 

You hear a thump and the screen gets covered in black but his sobs reach you.

“James? James! It’s me, please please wake up, you’re having a nightmare.” You try to say loud enough incase you were muffled by the pillow. 

“Bucky please, try to come out of it, you’re here with me. With your doll.” His sobs don’t relent, you run a hand down your face, sweat beading along your forehead and dipping down you neck.

The pillow moves and you can see the ceiling again.

“Bucky? Bucky!” You call out again and the phone moves. A flash of white on the screen as Alpine looks down at you.

“Hey, Alpine, I don’t know if you will understand this but push the phone towards your dad’s head please—, Alpine no not—,” The call cuts off as Alpine boops her nose towards the screen.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You call back the line ringing and your distress growing hoping he doesn’t panic seeing your name if the call wakes him from his nightmare.

Alpine jumps on Bucky’s chest as the phone rings under her. He sits up running a tired hand along his head, and then reaching for the phone. 

“Pick up, pick up, pick up,” Your voice fills his room as he answers worry taking over him at your tone.

“Doll? Are you okay?” He peers at you, trying to get a visual if you’re physically fine.

“Oh god, oh thank god, you’re okay. Fuck.” You slide down against the wall, releasing a long exhale. 

“Me?” he questions, brows furrowed in confusion.

“You called, I, think you were having a nightmare… I got worried because you sounded in distress and pain and then Alpine came in and she sat on the phone I think—,”

“Baby, breathe.” Bucky requests.

You pause your thoughts and ramblings, taking an inhale then exhale. 

“I’m sorry I worried you, I’ll keep my phone away the next—,”

“No. No you aren’t going to do that, and Bucky even if by mistake you dialled my number in distress I don’t care, I want to be there for you whenever you need me.” 

“But I don’t want you worrying this PTSD and nightmares are an issue for me to deal with alone—,”

“James, I love you. You aren’t alone in trying to navigate through this, sorry but when you asked me to be your girlfriend that includes moments when you want to isolate away.” You try to sound stern. 

Bucky’s eyes are wide and jaw slack. 

“What?” You worry again did you say something wrong. 

“You love me?” He asks and you close your eyes. 

“I was supposed to plan something nice to say it to you so it would be a happy memory.”

“Say it again.” The raw emotion in his voice tugs at your heart. 

“I love you.” You look intently into his cobalt gaze and becomes clouded with tears. 

“I love you.” He whispers, and you gaze at him with longing. 

“The lilies? They also signify a friendship turned into love.” He reminds you of the flowers. 

“Like us.” You realise, “Bucky, thats how long you knew?” 

“I had a feeling since we started talking didn’t say anything cause I was worried now I feel like an idiot for wasting precious time.” He shakes his head, chuckling. 

“I love you.” You tell him again because nothing else is able to convey what you can say to him how much weight those three words hold only the two of you know. 

“I love you. These three words they hold so much weight, Doll. I don’t know what else to say.” He admits and you give him a watery smile cause you both are crying. 

Because somewhere along the roads that were filled with torment and storms you found each other.

Even though oceans separate you from him. 

Even though miles expand between the palms of your hands. 

You found each other. 

Gave each other the strength to fight everyday. 

Provided laughter in the midst of chaos that should leave you in tears. 

So even though he can’t hold you close to him and you can’t rest your head against his chest as you both confess the love you have for one another. 

Even if he can’t cup your face, bend down and kiss you with everything inside him. 

Both of you know that he is bound to you and you are bound to him by three simple words. 

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Spider Drake: A Bad Romance Drabble

Series: Bad Romance Continues

Original Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Pairings for series: Riley x Liam x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Rashad

Pairing for this chapter: Riley x Drake, Riley x Max

Rating: Teen

Warnings for this chapter: Language

Word Count:  500 words exactly! I stayed within my self-imposed limit, woo hoo!!!

A/N: The below meme inspired a little something.

My other stuff: Master List.

“Draaaake!!!!” Riley yelled.

Drake rounded the corner at a dead run and skidded to a stop in Valtoria’s informal living room to find Riley and Max standing on the couch, practically dancing.

“What the hell?” Drake glanced around the room trying to find the cause of the disturbance.

Max pointed to the left of the marble coffee table, “Right there! I think it’s a brown recluse!”

Drake’s head fell back with an exaggerated sigh, “Really? Again? I do have other things to do you know….”

“Pleeeasseee Drake!” Max was shaking his head side to side in refusal to deal with the situation.

“Come on cuddle bear,” Riley pleaded, “Just smush the scary spider so we can all move on with our lives, okay?”

Drake shook his head as he swept the offending arachnid into the palm of his hand, “It’s a harmless house spider you two. See?” He thrust his outstretched hand toward them.

Max and Riley both jumped backward, almost tumbling over the back of the sofa as they clutched each other tightly.

“Get it away!” Max screeched.

“Drake, I swear to God, if you ever want to sleep with me again, get that thing away from me right this minute!”

“Fine, fine, fine,” Drake grinned as he brought his hand to his chest and walked toward the patio doors, “but next time Max teases me about those nicknames, he might just find one of these in his pillowcase!”

Stepping onto the patio, Drake opened his palm and watched the spider scurry out of his hand, “Go on little guy, be free!”

“You wouldn’t really do that, would you?” Max asked as he stepped gingerly off the couch.

 “Try me and find out,” Drake smirked at him as he pushed the patio doors closed and made his way back across the room.

“Shit,” Max gulped as he turned and offered Riley his hand for support.

“Thank you, squishy,” Riley said as she ignored Max’s hand and hopped to the ground, stumbling slightly.

“You’re welcome, καρδιά μου,” Drake caught her and helped her catch her balance, “Now if you don’t mind, I promised Ellie I’d read her a bedtime story tonight.”

Max waited for Drake to leave before taking a seat on the couch and reaching for the remote control, “I have a new nickname for you to call Drake.”

“What’s that?” Riley unceremoniously plopped herself down next to him.

“Spider Drake!” Max pushed play on the remote and passed her the bowl of popcorn.

“Eh, I think I’ll stick with squishy,” she giggled as she leaned her head on his shoulder and scooped up a handful of popcorn.

“Suit yourself,” Max shrugged as he dropped an arm around her and leaned back onto the couch, feeling his body relax as she snuggled closer.

He just hoped Drake was bluffing about the spider in his pillowcase because there was no way he was going to stop teasing him about the nicknames.

Just to be safe, he’d switch pillows with Liam tonight.

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I want a boyfriend like Kazuha :c

I want to pass little notes to each other in class

I want to be arsty with him and let my creativity overflow again so I can create so many things

I want to cuddle in the middle of the night while listening to music

I want to go to picnics to the dead lake at my town drinking monster and eating random snacks what we found in the store but living the best time of our lives

I want to go riding a bike in the summer late when the sun is setting

I want to play outdated games together and staying up all night texting each other

I want to fangirl together abt our favourite bands and recommend songs to each other from them

I want to listen/see to his creations, like drawing, poetry or just some random drabble from the back of his head

I just want to climb over the fence of the playground at the park when the staff forgot to open it and sit in the swings (I'm willing to sacrifice my ass with the kid's swing for the moment)

I want to run out to the forest-y part of my neighbourhood so we can take pictures of the other lake in the sunset

I want to laugh at funny memes in the bus stop, then walk together for a while during the walk home, then talk for 30 minutes at the corner where we part ways

I want to improvise programmes when we don't have anything to do and we go to someone's place to play games

I want to celebrate Fridays, I want to complain about Mondays, I want to write little poems for each other on Valentine's Day

I want to walk to the store to buy gummy bears so we can go with the less crowded bus on days we have 6 lessons and all the 3 schools' kids want to go home with the same bus

I want to go to somewhere on the weekends alkne, I want to go to the capital not far away to watch a movie in a shopping mall, and go tl the stationary store after so we can look for cute notebooks

This shit became quite long- nvm we love vents at 2 AM

Idk if you can call this a kazuha drabble, but I'll label it like that, cuz prob no one will care about this post other than the 2 friends of mine who read my posts lol

But if it bothers u pls lmk