#unconditional lockscreens

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[bipstargirl]

i love your blog so much! can i request older!Sidney and younger!reader and the "lockscreen is their so" headcanon! thank you, have a good day, love!

Thank you so much for requesting, sweetheart! I am very happy to know that you like my writing. I hope you enjoy it ^^

❝ Sidney lockscreen ❞

feel free to request any headcanon here 🠒 headcanons list

★ heartwarming reminder: the lock screen on Sidney's phone is a picture of you as a young reader, capturing a cherished moment shared between the two of you. It brings a smile to Sidney's face every time she looks at it, serving as a heartwarming reminder of your connection and the love she has for you;

★ protective Sidney: as the older Sidney, she feels a deep sense of responsibility to protect you and ensure your well-being. Seeing your younger self on her lock screen fuels her determination to keep you safe and provide a nurturing environment for your growth;

★ precious memories: the lock screen image captures a precious moment from your shared past, symbolizing the memories you've created together. It evokes nostalgia and fondness in both of you, reminding you of the bond you've formed and the adventures you've embarked upon;

★ unwavering support: Sidney's love and support for you shine through the lock screen image. She is always there to offer a listening ear, provide guidance, and cheer you on in your pursuits. The image is a testament to her unwavering dedication to your happiness and success;

★ connection across generations: the lock screen image reflects the special connection between Sidney and you, transcending the age difference. It represents the unique bond that has formed between two individuals from different generations, united by shared experiences and unconditional love;

★ growing together: the lock screen image serves as a reminder of the growth and development you have both experienced together. It symbolizes the journey you've taken side by side, navigating life's ups and downs, and celebrating each milestone along the way;

★ symbol of love: above all, the lock screen image represents the deep love Sidney has for you. It encapsulates the bond that surpasses age and time, a love that remains constant and unwavering. It is a reminder of the immeasurable value you hold in her heart.

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[bighitfics]

CEO CHARACTER PROFILE [2]

dynamic with their oc's (you can imagine yourself if you want to, however you like)

Taehyung and Oc

virtuous ray of sunshine and her hot headed guy

loud extrovert and shy extrovert

sensual love

always gossiping about the most random and bizarre things together.

would over pretend to be more in pain because he's just obsessed with the way she tends to get worried, he basks in the attention she pays him.

appears unapproachable and disinterested but he's already picturing to fuck her.

is wary of male friends, he has passive aggressive interactions with them. he can't help it but he ends up overreacting quite violently everytime a male would romantically want to approach you. will obsessively hold onto your waist and ask for kisses.

he's at your service at any given time, be it those anxious bad days, the chicken ball and blueberry ice cream cravings at midnight or picking you up from work, he wouldn't let you do the littlest of things by yourself.

would stare intensely.

calls you love/pretty girl all the time.

"mhm, sure"

"can I touch you there?"

"can we like fuck? right now?"

"open the door, I'm standing outside your apartment"

intensely keep staring at you, and make you nervous with the much details he would point out.

will have your messy morning head selfie as his lockscreen.

mutual fascination.

silent treatment as a way to cope when they have a fight, but never the type to scream or get physically violent.

will prevent his cunning family members from reaching out to you, if they ever try any of their ancestral ways with you, he'd bring them to shambles.

Hosoek and Oc.

overthinking delinquent and his book nerd

poised extrovert and clueless introvert

obsessive love

Hosoek tends to be practical and rational as a partner, it will take much time for him to bare his heart. Whereas she's full of life and the plumpness of youth. (at least that's what he has in his mind)

the kind of lover to send you luxurious presents out of nowhere, BUT mind you he'd die than admit that in front of you.

would unintentionally become controlling in the beginning, which would lead to arguments in the upcoming time.

habitant to admire you discreetly.

"oh really?"

"that's my girl."

"come back, I wanna see you"

will mentally freak out when he sees you cry, would make ridiculous dad jokes in attempt to make you feel better.

he'd never let you pay for bills at dates not even split

calls you sweetheart/babe but only in private, he doesn't like any sort of phd in public (that doesn't even count as a phd) but things like that matter to him.

would feel turned on when he'd observe you picking on his habits.

one touch starved, one can't stop touching.

both get defensive if anyone ever hints at something negative about each other.

lots of yearning for each other.

Jungkook and Oc.

strict giant and his little bundle of smartness

calm and collected introvert and talkative introvert

unconditional love

grumpy and smiley.

intellectual and wise conversations at midnight.

always eager to give oral down there for the longest time, quite impatient and sexually active when he's around his lover, and you find it amusing because that's unlike his normal self to be so horny most of the time.

normally force him to watch brutal crime stories with you which ends with you getting scarred for life (just for that particular episode), and he always needs to reassure and cool you down if you get too panicky, as if you didn't insisted on watching it in the first place.

they get caught making out (almost eating each other's tongue off as they say) multiple time.

your real name is your pet name (is not really the sweet talker) calls you angel/my healer when he's not sober.

"fuck yeah"

"you like that?"

"make sure to eat."

fuck everyone else I only care about you.

owns up to the fact that you're his total, absolute, and infinite opposite, would shyly smile thinking about your silly antics.

would give you cash money as a gift.

will exceedingly devote his time to get to know your family, he's more of a "your family is mine" kind of guy. he'd create a rocking bond with your father, and a playful fellowship with your mother he's gonna have that "run away with me please, I like you more than your daughter" and he'd spoil your younger brother with expensive gifts even when you'd give him an ear about it, from the latest x-box to the latest balenciaga and prada shoes he'll take full responsibility of your little brother.

his wealth will overwhelm you sometimes.

will sneakily smoke out of your sight, would feel apologetic whenever he'd be intoxicated and take marijuana (after countless of anxious resistance he'd just give in), he'd most probably avoid you on days like that which might cause misunderstanding from your side.

both fatigued and need a break away from the society.

both hopelessly in love with each other.

one wouldn't hurt a fly, another one wouldn't hesitate to kill someone hands down.

my note :

hello, everyone.

I'm basically writing after a year. a lot of things happened in just a year and it cost me to loose a lot my ambitions, my dreams, my desires they are ruined and it was self destructive in many ways. I couldn't work on anything nonetheless let's not get more into this topic because it's tiring atp.

How have you all been?

Did you like it? I have no idea where I got the sense of motivation to make this at five am in the morning but I think I liked the outcome.

Which one is close to your ideal type of dynamic? I'd be very delighted if I get some feedback.

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the wanderer and his anchor: an unconditional love

merwaine wallpaper inspired by/for the amazing @sneakyboymerlin​! thanks for helping me procrastinate fam lmaooo...i promise ill add the pheasant next time:’)

bbc merlin lockscreen– click for full frame + hd and like/reblog if you use!

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[winterromanov]

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

pairing - bucky x reader

When it comes to technology, Bucky is a literal grandpa. Admittedly, that’s not so hard to believe--as his Winter Soldier brainwashing is gradually replaced by sepia-toned, wartime memories, his mastery of complicated weapons and general ability for hacking seems to seep away with it--but even Steve handles a fucking iPhone better than he does. And Steve looks at CDs like they’re the work of the devil, preferring to skulk around dusty old record stores looking for fifty-year old vinyl in flimsy paper packages.

“Goddammit, why do you need an application for your wallet?” he grumbles, scrolling through his home screen with a reluctant index finger. “I have a wallet in real life. It holds dollars and dimes and everything.”

You roll your eyes at his attitude. With his sharp jawline and bright eyes, he has everyone fooled he’s not secretly ninety-years-old, but his voice sometimes totally gives it away. “Get with the times, Barnes. We have Apple Pay now.”

“Apple Pay is simply asking for thievery and identity fraud. The minute I start using contactless payments assume I’ve gone insane. Again.”

“Just admit it. You’re scared of technology.”

“Today Bruce showed me how to use a medical instrument that tells you in exact time how long a wound will take to heal,” he scoffs a laugh, “So I’m definitely not scared of technology, (Y/N).”

“Okay. Everyday technology, then.” You look over his shoulder, where he is trying to access his emails. His lockscreen is still a generic landscape background, snow-capped mountains and deep blue sky. “You’ve not even changed your wallpaper.”

“What? You can change that?”

You laugh, shaking your head. It’s like he’s not even trying. You kiss his cheek before taking his phone off him. “Here. Let me show you.”

-

A couple of weeks later you spot Bucky’s phone juddering across the granite of the kitchen island in his quarters of the Avengers complex. You look up from your laptop, watching as it gradually moves from the centre to the edges. Of course he has vibrate and a ringtone playing unnecessarily at the same time--he probably doesn’t know how to switch it off.

“Buck!” you yell out, knowing he’s trying to construct a flatpack wardrobe in the next room (he’d recently discovered the big IKEA and was adamant on doing some DIY). “Phone is ringing!”

You hear a muffled grunt. His voice is strangled. Probably holding a screwdriver between his teeth. “Probably Steve. Can you get it?”

Of course, you comply, but by the time you’ve clambered down from your barstool the phone has rung out. You might as well check if the caller has left a message. You press down the home button and to your surprise, your own face stares back at you.

You’re caught in the middle of laugh, hanging lazily off the edge of a garden chair on the lawn of Clint’s farmhouse. A daisy flower crown made with care by Lila Barton is threaded through your hair and a glass of white wine is clutched in your right hand. The sun begins to set behind you, the glow settling on your skin. You’re clearly a little tipsy. Tipsy enough, in fact, to not realise Bucky was actually using his phone camera without opening a dozen other applications first and accidentally creating a Facebook account for his left foot.

So. He’d changed his lockscreen after all.

“Who was it?” Bucky calls out, traipsing back through to the kitchen. His hair is a little messy and he’s stripped down to just his t-shirt. You grin at him teasingly, holding up his phone and the evidence you’d found.

“Am I your lockscreen?”

Bucky looks a little confused for a second, before realisation in hitting him in the form of slightly flushed cheeks. “I--you weren’t supposed to see that.”

“Of course I’m going to see it, dumbass.” You soften, your smile genuine. “You’re adorable.”

You hand him his phone back and he clutches your hand as you pass it over. “Well--I didn’t want some standard stock image of a view if I could choose my favourite one.”

His face is serious. You know. You know he never jokes about how much he loves you. Alongside is unconditional love for Steve, it’s the one real thing he knows.

You blink slowly, squeezing his fingers in your own. “You’re my favourite view, too.”

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[lailaliquorice]

we keep this love in a photograph

The sixth of the seven anon prompts: “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.” There was no name but I figured it was time I wrote some jane and kat!

alternate title: i love projecting on kat. i don’t think its uncommon for people with bad parental relationships to have zero trust for adults who try to parent them, but when you realise that someone really just wants to care for you its absolute magic. this is set quite early on when everyone’s relationships are up in the air and jane and kat need to discuss things. also my headcanon with jane and the support group sets the scene for some good jane angst i have planned... (also pls everyone pray for aragon lol)

Katherine could hardly remember what it felt like to have a mother. It had been so long that she could hardly picture what her mother had even looked like, and she didn’t like to remember the face of her grandmother who had been supposed to step into her mother’s shoes. With those memories still fresh in mind after her reincarnation she’d been determined to make her own way without any parental figures who could hurt her, pushing the other older queens away for fear that if she trusted herself to them then they would only be able to hurt her later.

That had hardly lasted a month before Jane managed to break through her walls. The other woman’s gentle eyes and kind smiles had worn down Kat’s defences quicker than she’d hoped, but there was something about Jane that was different from any other parental figure she’d had. She wanted nothing from Kat other than someone to look after. Kat needed a mother and Jane needed a daughter, and that’s what they became.

She’d been happy with the unspoken nature of the arrangement, wary that if she asked Jane exactly what she meant to her then Jane would think her too needy and take a step back. But, as it happened, she ended up having that exact conversation in a completely accidental way.

She and Jane were sat quietly in the living room on one of their days off, Jane working on an embroidery piece while Kat read a book that Cathy had lent her a few days before. The house was unusually silent since they were the only two at home; the others had all decided to go to a museum but Jane and Kat had been awake most of the night before due to a nightmare, so had opted for a more restful day. They were both sat on the sofa but Kat was conscious to keep a good few inches of space between her and Jane, not wanting to bother her anymore after dragging her out of bed.

“You’re very quiet, love, are you alright?” Jane broke the silence gently, and Kat looked over her book to see Jane watching her with an expression of concern on her face.

Kat nodded quickly. “I’m fine. Just a bit tired, that’s all.”

“You and me both, dear.”

Despite Jane’s chuckle, Kat couldn’t help her cheeks from colouring with shame. “Sorry,” she mumbled, her shoulders hunching a little to try and make herself smaller.

Jane looked confused as she put her sewing down and asked “Whatever for?”

Kat shifted uncomfortably, wishing she had something better to hide behind than Cathy’s flimsy novel. “I woke you up. You should’ve gone back to bed and not stayed awake with me, then you could have gone to the museum with everyone else.”

“And leave you alone? I could never have slept knowing you were sitting there frightened,” Jane said, shaking her head. “You will never be bothering me if you wake me up in the night, love, the nightmares aren’t your fault and I’ll never blame you for needing someone to sit with you. Alright?”

Kat gave an unconvinced nod. Despite Jane’s reassurances, she still felt guilty for keeping her home from a family outing which she always loved so much.

Seeming to sense Kat’s continued misgivings, Jane smiled as she added “Besides, I’m quite looking forward to seeing how Catherine handles being the one in charge today, aren’t you?”

That brought a tiny laugh out of Kat, imagining Aragon tearing her hair out while trying to wrangle the other three queens. Chances are Anne and Anna were running wild together while Cathy was constantly getting left behind due to her tendency to read every piece of information there was.

“There’s my smiley Kat,” Jane said, and Kat’s smile widened at the warm feeling in her chest that Jane’s words brought about.

After a minute or two of quiet while they got back to their respective hobbies, Jane asked “Do you know what the time is? I should imagine they’ll be home and wanting dinner within a couple of hours.”

Kat glanced around for her phone, but then remembered it was plugged in charging on her bedside table upstairs. Jane’s was within reach though, and she didn’t think twice before grabbing it and pressing the power button. But she didn’t even notice the time display as she saw the picture that came up. It was a selfie of her and Jane that Kat had taken a few weeks ago, both of them smiling happily as they looked into the camera.

When Kat didn’t reply for several seconds, Jane glanced up from her embroidery to see her staring at the phone screen. Noticing Jane watching her from the corner of her eye, Kat fumbled with her words for a moment before managing to ask “Am I your lockscreen?”

Jane blinked with surprise before saying hurriedly. “Oh, you weren’t supposed to see that. I can change the picture if it makes you uncomfortable love, I didn’t think what you’d-“

“Why?”

She paused at Kat’s interruption. “Why what?”

“Why this picture? Why me?” Kat clarified, glancing between the real Jane and the one on her phone screen.

This time it was Jane’s turn to look uncomfortable, an expression that Kat didn’t think suited her at all. “Well, you know I’ve been going to a support group for mothers who lost babies,” she explained hesitantly, and Kat nodded. “A lot of the mothers had pictures of them with their other children on their phones. So I thought… no nevermind, you’re right it’s silly.”

Jane went to take her phone back as she broke off but Kat just held it tighter, her eyes wide as her mind whirled with what Jane’s words meant. “You… you think of me like your daughter?” she asked in a shocked whisper.

“Yes,” Jane admitted simply. “Looking after you reminds me of everything I was so excited about before Edward was born, and I just- oh Kat, sweetheart, what’s the matter?”

Kat didn’t realise until then that she had tears rolling down her cheeks, and at the look of genuine love and worry on Jane’s face she couldn’t help but drop the phone and book in favour of throwing herself into Jane’s arms. Jane’s soft words of reassurance sounded in her ear as Kat hid her face in the crook of her neck, letting herself truly relax in her embrace for possibly the first time ever.

After a few moments of quiet where Jane just ran her fingers through Kat’s hair to comfort her down, Jane asked “Is that ok, love? I know you’ve been hurt so badly by those who were meant to protect you and I don’t want to impose if you’re not comfortable with that.”

Kat didn’t respond for a second or two, before she sat back to look at Jane properly. “I haven’t had a mum for a really long time,” she said quietly, pausing to swallow hard when her voice wobbled treacherously. “I didn’t want to need one this time. But I think… I think it might be nice to try again.”

“That’s so brave of you, darling. I’m so proud of you,” Jane said, tears in her own eyes as she smiled at Kat.

Meeting Jane’s gaze as she spoke, Kat was beyond floored at the unconditional love she saw in her tearful eyes. That realisation was all it took for Kat’s wall to be finally pulled down, and she didn’t hesitate as she shifted to sit curled into Jane’s side. Jane’s arm around her shoulders pulling her close was comforting rather than suffocating for the first time, and she murmured a quiet “Thank you,” as Jane dropped a kiss on her forehead.

~~~

A few hours later, Kat was woken up from where she’d fallen asleep in Jane’s embrace to the sound of chaos entering their front door. Jane gave her one last quick hug before they weren’t alone anymore, with Aragon screaming “GO TO YOUR ROOMS!” just before she walked wordlessly into the living room and collapsed into the armchair with her hands covering her eyes. By the sounds of footsteps on the staircase it seemed that the others had miraculously decided to follow her order.

“Tough day, love?” Jane asked, a mixture of pity and amusement in her voice.

Aragon lifted her head to look at Jane with a weary expression on her face. “I let Anne have something sugary, she and Anna were escorted out for knocking over a suit of armour, and I lost Cathy for three hours,” she explained in an emotionless voice, then winced and hid her eyes again as she added “And I have a headache.”

Kat covered her mouth to stifle her laughter as Jane let out a sympathetic sigh, leaning over to whisper in Kat’s ear “And this is why I don’t let them go anywhere without supervision!”

Giving Kat a knowing wink, she left to go and find Aragon something for her headache.

[buckys-old-habits]

Glamorous Shatter (2/2)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Actor AU

Word count: 2.2k

Warning: Mention of Cheating, Angst

Summary: Bucky had it all, being the new star of Hollywood really paid off. But on his way to the top, he neglected the one who always stood at his side. Is he able to save his relationship?

A/N: This will be the last part. Don’t beg me for another one, I don’t want to do it. Cheating is a sensitive topic and I don’t want to force something on you if you don’t agree with it. 

Feedback would be appreciated. 

“Now to the most important news of the evening. The uprising and much-loved actor Bucky Barnes is single again. He apparently broke up with his long-term girlfriend last week. (F/n) (L/n) was seen leaving their shared apartment and didn't come back until now. 

Other actors confirmed the news of the breakup and the fans are running wild. The hashtag #choosemeBucky is trending on all social media. Mr. Barnes didn't make a statement and word is that he is canceling his role in the famous and new....” “What are you doing?”, a shadow looms over you and you look up from your new phone, the voice of the gossip reporter on TV vanishing into the background. Wanda stands in front of you and sighs. You see that she gave up on scolding you about sitting around and sulking. Yes, you broke up with Bucky, but there was still a very long relationship behind that all. The years that were good and the moments that lingered between the harsh times. 

The first days after the breakup were fine and you found shelter with your old friend Wanda. She was friends with you before all the fame and such happened. But with the nostalgia of seeing your friend again, there also came the reminders of the old times with your Bucky. The gossip sites and fans are all over this breakup. One side says that you are right to break up with him, the photos with other women proving that the relationship was getting toxic. The other side... they hate you and love you at the same time. Hate for breaking their idol's heart and love that you 'gave him free'. You knew that it would end like this, the fan base always splitting up drastically. “Are you looking at the hashtag?”, Wanda asks and sits down beside you, wrapping her arm around you. You hum softly and scroll through the many pictures under the hashtag, looking at all the selfies and captions that were posted. “Come on, sweety. I got some ice cream and a new movie you will like, I promise”, Wanda gently takes the phone from you, locks it and puts it on the table. You sigh and smile softly, thankful for the patience she showed you, the unconditional love she still held for you after all these heavy years. You know that it came as a surprise to her when you showed up at her door, no bags and all. But she took you in and helped you through the hard moments, even now. You know that she would love to punch your ex-boyfriend in his perfect teeth, but she will hold back. You are halfway through the ice cream pint and most of the movie when your phone rings. You put the spoon back into the pint and take your phone, surprised when you see an unknown number on the lockscreen. “Who is it?”, Wanda asks around a mouthful of ice cream and you shrug, pushing the blanket off you and stand up. “Unknown number”, you answer her and she raises her eyebrow at you. “I didn't text him, Wanda. I swear, he can't have this number”, you retort and she hums softly, making you scoff and take a few steps away from the loud TV. A press to the green button and you lift the device to your ear. “Hello?” “(Y/n)? That's you, right?”, the male voice is familiar and you need a bit until you recognize it. “Steve?” “Yeah. Thank god, I finally got you on the phone. I tried your old number a few times until Peggy told me that you got a new phone. She is also the one who gave me this number”, he sounds rushed, stressed even and you frown. “Is everything alright? I mean, I'm happy that you still want to contact me, but you seem.. off.” A sigh and a quiet rustle come from the other end of the line before Steve starts to talk again. “Bucky disappeared.” “What?”, you are frozen in place, part of you shouting at you to not care. He is an adult and can take care of himself. “He was supposed to be at the set of the show at 9 am, but he never showed up. We thought that he may be late, so we waited. But until now... nothing. I tried calling him, texting him, went home and even searched the clubs he frequents, but nothing. He is gone”, Steve takes a deep breath, “I hoped that he was with you.” “He is not”, you answer and you can practically see Steve deflate at the crushing news. His best friend vanished and you all had no idea where to. “I can't call the police now, he is not missing for 24 hours. And if the press gets wind of it”, he groans and you hear him swear under his breath. “I know it's a lot to ask of you, (y/n)”, Steve sounds defeated, his voice tugging on your heartstrings. “He hurt you, I completely understand if you want to cut him out. But I beg of you, and I know it's selfish... Can you help us find him? He most likely is drunk and I'm scared he will hurt himself in any way or form.” You rub your temples, feeling the headache starting to form. Your mind says no, leave him out there, he deserves it. And your heart begs you just like Steve does, help him. “I... I don't know, Steve”, you sigh. “I know, I'm sorry I asked you”, he is quick to answer and you hear that he is genuine, that he doesn't blame you, maybe even understands you. “Keep me updated?” “Yeah, sure. Thanks for listening, (y/n). Have a good evening.” He doesn't mean it that way, you know it. But it feels like a jab to your heart when he hangs up after wishing you a good evening. Steve is tired and defeated, scared for his best friend and his dumb decisions, he is not blaming you. But maybe the jab isn't because of him... maybe you blame yourself. That you can't bring yourself to help find your ex-boyfriend, your once best friend. “Fuck you, Bucky Barnes”, you shout out and grab your jacket and keys. “I agree, but what are you doing?”, Wanda pops her head into the hallway, watching you slide on your shoes. “I'm searching for the dumbass that broke my heart and somehow still makes it about himself”, you snap at her and she raises her hands, making you regret the tone immediately. “Steve called, Bucky is missing since this morning”, you explain, a calmer tone in your voice now. Wanda wants to say something but sees the look in your eyes. They shine with worry and desperation, the guilt nagging on your heart since you appeared in front of her door. “You worry too much”, she simply says and hands you your wallet. “I know, you told me that already”, you take it and smile softly. “Go and find him. Give him a good beating from me”, Wanda chuckles and you nod, waving when you pull the door close behind you. Place after place, hour after hour, still nothing. You started the same way as Steve did, calling Bucky and texting him, but you got straight to voice mail. Then you tried your old apartment, your heart aching when you see the once so familiar place. It looked worse than before, Bucky doesn't seem to care that the garbage is pilling up. After that, you went to the clubs, the ones you knew of and the ones he mentioned in his many posts. You got more than one weird look, but you pushed through, even when you came up empty-handed. Slowly you feel your energy draining, the adrenaline from before not keeping you alert anymore. You take out your phone and see the text from Steve, pulling the tab down it's just another disappointment. He is going home now, his shoot in the morning not canceled like he hoped it would be. He will wait until morning to call the police if Bucky didn't show up by then. You shoot a quick text back, telling him that it's alright and that you will check out a bit more places before going back home too. You press send when your phone rings and Wanda's name and face pop up on the screen. “Why are you still awake? It's past 1 am”, you ask when you answer the call. “A fan found him, (y/n). They uploaded a photo and it's dated just 20 minutes ago”, Wanda quickly rushes out. “Where?”, you put her on speaker and shift the car into drive. “In the park near your old apartment”, she answers and you speed off, still caring about the speed limit, but pushing as best you can. “Thank you, Wanda. I know that you are against this all. So really, thank you.” “I'm not against you finding an important person to you, I'm just against it being Bucky”, she clarifies and you smile. “I love you, Wanda. Go to bed, we will talk in the morning.” “Love you too, sweety. Be careful and drive safe”, her voice is soft and you promise yourself to never let her go again. Half an hour later, you are standing in the park, knowing by heart where you have to go to find Bucky. This park is deeply anchored in your past relationship. It's cliche, but here is where you meet him and where he kissed you first, the place he talked to you about the chance to be an actor and you pushing him to do it. And lastly, it was the place that you swore that you would always be by his side and he promised that he would never forget the things you did for him. How innocent you both were back then. “Bucky?”, you call out to the figure sitting at the little stream of the park. He doesn't move and you step closer, stopping beside him. His shoes are laying in the grass beside him, his jacket thrown behind him and the bottle of whiskey in his hand is half emptied. “It's cold”, you say softly, watching his feet dangling in the water, knowing that the water around this time of the year is freezing. Bucky ignores your comment and takes a gulp of the whiskey, his body shuddering when it burns down his throat. “Steve is worried. He will die of a heart attack when you continue like that. He already has some gray hairs.” You look ahead, not able to look at him. Your thoughts are clouded by the memories made in this park and at this little stream. The sweet and calm moments, the picnics, the rehearsals of his first roles that always ended in a water fight. “What about you?”, Bucky's voice is rough, strained with emotions and from the alcohol that burned down his throat the whole day. Trying to fight the pain in his heart. He really preferred the numbness from before. 

“What about me?”, you ask and kneels down, holding your hand into the water. It really is freezing cold. “Are you worried?”, he asks and chugs the bottle in the direction of the jacket. You follow the motion with your eyes before they shift to Bucky's eyes. “I'm here, aren't I?” He watches you, his eyes burning into yours and you feel vulnerable under his stare. He always had this effect on you, making you feel like he strips your soul with only a look. It was strangely nice back then, but now it's just intrusive. You look away. A rough laugh comes from Bucky and you dip your hand into the water again, the cold biting your skin. “That's what I said and then you vanished from my life...”, he doesn't sound accusing, only broken. You stay silent, the night burned into your memory. “I replay these last moments so many times, you know?”, he chuckles and you pull your hand from the water, the warmth is gone. “I was so stuck in my head that I didn't see what I did before you closed that door. It's inexcusable, I know that”, he looks at you and you sigh before meeting his eyes. “I'm not here to hear your apology, Bucky. I'm here to take you home”, you try to distance yourself from him, from the wild beating of your heart. “I know, you are not worth this all. I just...”, Bucky hangs his head and slowly pulls his feet from the water, his skin prickling from the sudden warmer temperature. “I wish I could have seen what happened before it did”, he glances at you and you hum. “It's a lot to ask of you and I know it's selfish, but...”, he takes a deep breath and you look into his eyes. “Can we try again? As friends, nothing more. Can you let me back inside?”, he bites his lip and you stand up, fear crossing his eyes. You look into the water and think it all over again, the good and bad times, the years before the romantic relationship, the things attached to this man. You open your mouth and make your final decision. “I....”

[azenta]

Rules: screenshot your home + lockscreen + the last thing you screenshoted before these

Tagged by: @interestelvr Thank you for the tag :3

Well. I was happy to witness my last screenshot wasn't one of those Self Righteous Indignation screenshot I often take due to stupid people on FB MBTI groups. It triggers my 1 core ass x (Ni-)Ti Correctness.

It made me laugh to see it was about the bumblebees xD Nobody here can know how much my love for bumblebees (and moths) is unconditional. I love those fatfucks.

It also portrays well the simplicity I do have of my little inf baby Se. But it feels so dumb xD

Tags: Everyone seeing this. Just do it. I dare you.

[aris-ark]

So, in honor of Detroit: Become Human and how much of a precious cinnamon roll Connor is, I made this edit of him. He’s so amazing, and I want to give him my unconditional love.

If people want, I’ll make more edits and maybe some lockscreens/wallpapers with him.

[rhys-is-puffs]

I need a SO so i can change my lockscreen so hmu i pay 3 stupid thoughts per hour and my unconditional love

[all-gorillaz-imagines]

Okay can you write more stuff where the band are parents cause that shits cute af

(Coming right up, love!)

2D: 2D would baby-proof EVERYTHING in his house until his kid was about 10 years old. “Dad, are these locks on the cabinets necessary? I already know how to open them!” “Bu’ Wha’ if da cereal falls ‘n hits ya head!” “Jesus Christ…” 2D would also shower his child in unconditional affection. He would tuck them in every night and kiss their forehead. He would even attempt to make them breakfast in mornings which usually leads to the fire alarms going off and the cereal being eaten instead.

Murdoc: Murdoc is the kind of dad that’s so overprotective that instead of hiring a babysitter while he was away on tour, he’d perform on stage with the baby strapped to his chest. Father of the year right there. He would insist on getting private tutors to teach his kid instead of sending them to public school. Murdoc would love his child more than anything but still has a tough time showing it sometimes. If he ever gets too angry to the point where he feels like yelling, he’ll leave the room and go punch a wall so he doesn’t scare his baby. They would mean the world to him and he would try to keep them away from the public so they wouldn’t date anyone. Dating Murdoc’s kid would be hell.

Noodle: Noodle would teach her child both Japanese and English from a young age so they would end up being bilingual. She would be very strict about what she feeds her child. She wouldn’t force feed them bitter veggies or anything like that but she wants her child to have the freshest ingredients. Since Noodle doesn’t eat meat, it would be a big change for her to have meat in her fridge. She would try her best to cook every meal for her child but sometimes going out is just way more fun. Noodle would read to her child every night. Sometimes in Japanese, sometimes in English. Noodle would take pride in making her child smile, it brightens up her world. She gets very lonely when she’s on tour and her baby isn’t with her. Noodle makes the lockscreen on her phone a picture of her baby so they’re always with her.

Russel: Russel would be a very caring parent. He would always give his child hugs and read them some books his mom read him as a kid. He would cook them breakfast every morning and teach them how to bake little cakes and cookies. Every time Russel goes grocery shopping, he’d put his kid in the cart and run around, acting like it was a race car. He would take them to all sorts of parks and museums. Russel  loves making his kid smile, it’s his favorite thing to do. On the kid’s seventh birthday, he would buy them a little drum set and let them jam out with the band.