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winterarmyy · 8 months

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Thin Walls, Thin Lines

What will happen if a fuckboy falls in love with a hopeless romantic?

Summary: Modern society surely had corrupted the mind of the hundred-something year old man, Bucky Barnes, when he seemed to have forgotten the art of courting a lady. Lost in lust and pleasure, he had been indulging with endless array of different girls on his bed almost every night. And the opposite side of that thin walls of his room, lives a hopeless romantic who he was madly in love with.

Navigation: Original Version || Deleted Scene* (alt. ending)

Pairing: fuckboy!bucky x female!reader

Words: 4.9k++

Warnings: avenger au, explicit language/contents, angst, lil bit of drama, fluff, please bare with the fuckery of bucky barnes, reader is sensitive yet quite fiesty too. i can't backup steve on this one, he is on his own.

A/N: As you can see from the navigation bar, we have two different endings for this fic, because I am greedy and indecisive. The original version ended with fluff and the deleted scene (alternate ending) ended with absolute filth of a smut. So... enjoy! 💕

P/S: And this is also my submission for @jessybarnes 's writing challenge. I have chosen "Kiss me again" from the prompt list and I hope you like the way I used it in this fic!

Read my other works here: Masterlist

Y/N has always been a hopeless romantic. She dreams of a love like the ones she read in books. She craved someone who loves her so deeply that she could never find peace in anyone else but him. She wanted all the love songs and poetry to be reminders of him; his beauty, his charms.

Fresh flowers, stargazing, coffee dates, kisses that tastes of cotton candy, warm cuddles, and every little things in between; she longed for it all. She dreams of a love that is so consuming until all that's left in that small bubble of infatuation is their entangled soul mending each other to the bone.

That's what makes her a hopeless romantic.

And very much the opposite of her was Bucky. He is an infuriating flirt. There's not a day goes by that he doesn't call her with sickeningly sweet nicknames; doll, gorgeous, princess, darling, you name it. He will definitely drop some suggestive lines at any given chance and most of the time when she least expected.

He can charm anyone just by his presence, and if you're lucky enough to get one of his infamous smile; then you best believe that you won't be going home alone that night, or able to walk proper the next morning. He is the typical playboy you know and hate; very often she'll see different girl in his arms or on his bed. And that man seemed to not know when to stop. Sometimes, she do wonder if he ever got tired of sex. Because she knows for certain that he can go on and on for hours, daily.

"Fuck,, that's it. Spread your legs for me. Yeah, 'atta girl."

Speaking of the devil.

This has been recurring for months now. It seems like the man never sleep because his voice would always wake her up. She couldn't decide what was worse; between being forced to hear the sounds of the skin slapping, the bed creaking, him groaning and her squealing or being a super light sleeper that even a whisper in her room would jolt her awake.

Y/N let out an annoyed grunt when she swoop her head under the pillow, hoping to silenced the noises even just a little bit. Surprise; it didn't help at all. Her body cringed and her face contorted into a squint when she hear the other woman announcing her release as the headboard hits the wall a little harder, a little faster.

Bucky Barnes sure is a fuckboy but unfortunately for her, he is also the man she fell in love with.

She refused to show it, but lord knows how much her heart simply swell to the sight of his smile. Despite the flirtatious tendencies of his, there was something about him that attracted her like a magnet; or like a moth to a flame.

Maybe it was his old soul, or maybe because she saw glimpses of timeless charm in him; the way he moves, the way he gazes, and the way treated her. Nevertheless, it was such a devastating thing for someone like her to fall for someone like him.

The last thing she wanted in a man, is to look at her like she was just a good fuck and nothing more. She just couldn't imagine herself to be tied with someone like that. And Bucky was exactly that someone.

Y/N haven't been able to get more than 2 hours of sleep for months now. The lack of it had caused her to drastically lose physical strength and lately fatigue has been a constant presence as well.

So she decided to go the medbay to consult Dr. Cho about it. After running some tests, she sat her down for some Camomile tea as she went through the results, "It seemed like the severe lack of sleep had took a really heavy toll on you."

Y/N sighed as she place the tea cup on the back on the table, "Yes, I am well aware of that. That is precisely why I am here."

"Nightmares?" Dr. Cho speculated.

If the definition of nightmare is 'the moans of the man, that she had a crush on, fucking someone else next door' then, yes. She was having long and nearly endless nightmares for months now.

"Something like that." She lied.

"Then, I have some medication that I can prescribe to you. You should take it daily after dinner and..." Before Dr. Cho managed to finish her instructions, Y/N quickly asked, "Is it possible to fix me without meds?"

Dr. Cho frowned curiously, "Why wouldn't take meds? That's the quickest way to help for your situation, as far as I know." she asked.

This was not her first rodeo; she had troubles sleeping back when she was merely teenager. And the last time tried using meds, she ended up almost overdosed herself from it, "It's just... I prefer not to." she evaded.

Dr. Cho nodded understandingly before clarifying the current situation, "Well then, I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do for you. Though some research suggested that meditation routine before sleep can help. Or putting up some natural ambience like the sound of rain or waves--"

Y/N wasn't really listening after the first sentence. Because all she could thought of was how much longer she can bare with this and what will it take for her to finally snap.

Y/N was dying. At least it felt like it.

With her deprivation of sleep and the intense combat training she had to go through today, her patience was reaching it's limit. After visiting the medbay 2 weeks ago, she had tried to approach Bucky about it but he always took it lightly.

There was series of insincere apology followed by a cheeky promise to 'keep the tone down' for her. But nothing changed. She asked him again and again; days gone by he didn't live up to the end of his bargain.

For those past week, Y/N had resorted to sleep in the living room for most of the nights. How she dreaded to leave her comfy bed but she could no longer tolerate the sounds coming from the other side on the wall. Though she still jolted awake from time to time due to how uncomfortable it was sleeping on a couch, but at least she got more than 2 hours of sleep if she was to compare to the nights she slept in her own room.

It's not she didn't notice it at all; she knew exactly how and why it happened. The habit of microsleeping that she developed during the course of this training. The slowed reaction time, the lack of energy, she can feel it. But, there was nothing she can do about it.

The only cure for this was to get some rest. A proper rest. And that can't happened, not without Bucky's cooperation.

When Y/N was marching towards the sargent who was sitting way across the gym; she could see how his eyes undress every piece of her clothing, how his tongue rolled out and his teeth sunk into his lips.

She wasn't even wearing anything remotely provocative but here he was lusting over the way her hips sway especially when he was the one she's walking towards.

The moment she stood in front of him, his mouth lifted into a smirk, "Yes, princess. How may I be of your service?" His voice was sultry and the way he towers over made her slightly nervous for no reason.

Her heart fluttered, yet her lips refused to form a smile, "Don't call me princess."

"I apologize, my queen." Bucky gave her a cheeky smile.

Y/N didn't want to drag this any longer than she should, so she quicky jump into it and said, "So you know how I’m like-"

"-absolutely embarrassingly in love with me? Yes, I'm familiar go on." Bucky cuts in. If panic ever rose in her chest, then she was doing an incredible job of hiding it, "Can you just shut up for a second and take me seriously?"

His eyes glint with flirtaous mischief when he replied, "Doll, you know the fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me."

Y/N simply sighed before she began to rant, "I really don't have the mood for this banter with you, Barnes. I just want you tone down your nightly routine. It is because of you I've been having trouble sleeping and--"

He quickly stopped her before she nags even more than she already did, "Okay, okay I get it. We've been through this, doll." Bucky's face lit up when he suggested, "How about I help you sleep, hmm? I may know a thing or two about tiring someone out." There was surely something unholy in those steel blue eyes of his.

And Y/N picked it up rather quick, but considering the amount of times he had insinuate something more than just a friendly banter, then of course she knew exactly what he was suggesting, so she simply replied, "No offense, Barnes. But, I don't do one night stand or no strings attached thing. And with a manwhore like you? No, thank you." sassy was her answer.

Bucky's head tilted back as he laughed, then when he spoke his voice was like a devil luring an angel to sin, "Oh babydoll, if I were to be a whore, it'll only be for you." He stepped closer so that only she can hear his confession.

His masculine scent hits her nose, mixture of the citrus cologne and his natural odour was just perfect. Annoyingly alluring; but perfect. And it took all her will to hold it together and blatantly rejects him, "Still not interested."

Bucky groaned in protest, "Come on, princess. You can't keep dreaming for some prince charming to court you, do you? You know that's probably never going to happen right?"

Surely he meant only to tease her; that it was less likely that an actual prince to romance her. Not that she did not deserve the world; she does. And Bucky was more than will to burn it to the ground if that's what she wanted.

But, Y/N didn't see it that way. She thought that Bucky meant that she is not worthy enough for a decent man to court her with respect and chilvary; that she was just a toy fit for fucking and nothing more. And the fact that her "insomia" had affected her usually high patience and reduced it to almost paper thin, it was only fair for her to finally snap.

She can tolerate his endless flirtation but she can't simple turn a blind eye for his insult.

Bucky was caught by surprise why Y/N harshly grabbed him by the collar, pushing him back and nearly stumbled; her eyes was pure fire when she growled, "Don't you dare mock the way I value relationship, Barnes." Her nose flared with anger and the commotion has attracted some prying eyes towards the two.

"Just because you enjoy fucking anything that breathes, that doesn't mean that everyone else does." She seethed, "The only cock that will be wrecking my pussy would belong to someone I love and if you have a problem with that, you can fuck right off." She forcefully pushed him until his ass landed on the bench behind him.

Her feet stomped all throughout her exit out of the gym, leaving Bucky in a blinking confusion.

He knew it was wrong.

It felt good. It felt right.

But, it was so fucking wrong.

To keep moaning Y/N's name when he railed those strangers to heaven; when he came so hard into the thin layer of condom. And it was always a soft and slow type of whimper, right in those girls' ears. So intimate, so careful not to let his secret out; knowing how thin the walls between him and the love of his life.

But, he certainly didn't care about the girl he was fucking. If it wasn't for his heavy body pinning her from behind, she would've elbowed him right in the guts for moaning another woman's name. Unfortunately for him, she quickly ditched and see herself out after the first round.

Now, he laid there; naked and bare. Thinking of how he simply couldn't help it. How could he not think of Y/N all the times? Not when he was deeply, helplessly in love with her. But, he knew she wouldn't bat an eye at him now that he had the reputation of a "fuckboy", as the young ones describes it. She especially made it clear today at the gym. She's never going to give him a chance now.

Not when she's a hopeless romantic. And the fact that he too was once the same was just aggravating to him. He was such a gentleman decades ago; before Hydra, before the war, when he was but a young man living Brooklyn.

His Ma had really shaped him into the perfect gentleman; every parents in the neighbourhood wanted him as their son-in-law. They claimed he would make the perfect husband for their daughters. But, things are different now. And he knew that the man he was before was long forgotten.

It was just curiosity at first; about how sex works in the 21st century. However, Bucky quickly fall into the promises of lust and pleasure; changing girls like changing clothes. He let himself dosed in ecstasy, as if it was a drug to silenced the dark and haunting memories of his past, like it was a quick escape from reality, from the Winter Soldier.

Then, Y/N happened.

Bucky never saw it coming; but, he fell. Hard.

They were colleague for years and had been a good friend he can rely on besides Steve. She was so sweet and pretty. Probably the most gorgeous woman he ever laid his eyes on, in the hundred something year old life of his. Most importantly, she was kind and patient and strong and fierce yet so unforgivingly selfless.

But that didn't matter now, does it? Especially when she despise him. And it was all because of the unholy title he held.

At first Bucky didn't notice it, but now that he stepped closer into the living room, he heard it again. The rustling fabric, the quiet whimper coming from the sofa. His steps were as careful as a wolf on a hunt, stalking a hiding prey in between the trees.

If Bucky were to guess what he would find on a late night trip to the kitchen, he would've probably said 'ice cream' and not 'Y/N sleeping in the living room'. His eyes briefly raked her sleeping figure, curling uncomfortably into the pastel purple blanket. Then at the scattered pillows on the floor around her.

Why was she sleeping in the living room?

Another whine passed her lips and his attention was locked on her frowning face; it seemed like she was having a bad dream. Bucky carefully crouch next to her, and ravel in her beauty. Such delicate features, long lashes, pretty freckles across her nose, and those soft looking lips; he would kill just to taste her them, to sink his teeth in between them.

It worried him though; to see her sleeping here. She was clearly uncomfortable, it was a mystery that she managed to even fall asleep in the first place. Bucky suspected she simply passed out due to today's training. It was particularly hard, even for him. Let alone a normal human being like Y/N.

Not to mention the fight that they had.

Then, it clicked. The complains about how she had trouble sleeping. It wasn't just to make fun of him or tease him in any way. It was a plead. She needed to be heard and he completely blew her off with jest and jokes.

"Was it because of... me?" Bucky thought to himself. It all made sense now, "Shit." A curse rang in his mind when he bit the insides of his cheek. He was mad at himself. How could he be so insensitive? And he claimed to love her? Please. What an absolute piece of shit he was.

When Y/N began to toss and turn, her blanket fell from her body. Even in her sleep, the cold managed to catch her. She instinctively curled towards herself, seeking warmth but was no avail.

She look so small and Bucky felt a surge of need to cuddle her close, keeping her safe, keeping her warm in his arms. But if he does that, he'd probably get kicked in the nuts. So instead, he picked up the fallen blanket lay it back across her whole body; carefully not to disturb her sleep.

Bucky smiled softly when she snuggled into the fabric and before he walked away, he swore to stop this corrupting habit of his and apologize for being such a douchebag to her. And if he's lucky, maybe he could even properly court her.

But for now, he just needed to go through tommorrow's mission. So does everyone one else in the team.

"Do you realized what you have done?" Not matter how hard he tried to hold it back, everyone in the Quinjet can see how Steve was seething.

Y/N's lost of sleep had took a toll on her more than she realized now that it had affected her performance in mission. She tried to ignore the way she was basically seeing Steve's feet multiply by the second, and continued to look down in shame, "I'm sorry, Captain."

"Don't apologize to me. Nat's the one who got shot because of you!" He yelled as he pointed at the red haired woman at the side of the plane.

No matter how much she wanted to blame Bucky on this; how he literally robbed her from fulfilling her human needs to rest at night, but she just couldn't. It was her fault that Natasha got hurt. If she was more alert, she would've seen the enemy standing right in front of her. If she was awake enough, then Natasha wouldn't get hurt.

Tears threatened to form when she looked over at her dear friend, bleeding at the side, "I'm so sorry, Nat. I really am. I didn't know what came to me and I--"

"Oh please, I'd take a bullet for you any day of the week, honey." Natasha swiftly cuts into her apology, in attempt to diffuse the heated situation.

But, Steve totally disagree with her, "Don't make this 'okay', Nat. You almost died because for her carelessness. Being inadequate shouldn't be okay for any agent to do. It is extremely reckless and downright stupid."

There was a sound of a distant gasp from the pilot pit, "Language!" Tony was clearly trying to lighten up the mood but it failed rather miserably when no one reacted.

Steve had every right to be mad, especially when his girlfriend was injured because of this, but oh does it hurt to hear his stabbing words. It hurts more when it comes from the Captain America himself.

God, she was extremely tired.

Physically, mentally and that's what happens when a person is lack of sleep. Then when she thought about all her hardwork and struggles to train amongst the superhero themselves, she couldn't help but to crack; and the tears that was building up in her eyes finally fell.

When Steve saw it, he lost it completely, "Oh, you're gonna cry now? WOW. Real mature, y/n. You can't disappoint me more can you?" At that point, he was being a little too mean for anyone's liking.

Especially Bucky.

So Bucky slowly pulled Y/N back, and shielded her body behind his as he went on face to face with his bestfriend, "That's enough, Steve." He warned but Steve doesn't seem to get the idea, "No, Buck. Do you see--"

Bucky took one step closer, his menacing glare went right through Steve's soul, "I said... that's enough." He repeated his words. This time the message went through.

Steve gulped and cleared his throat as he waved a dismissing hand, "I expect a full report and a letter of apology from you when we get back, y/n." He ended his sentence with his back turned and then walked away towards his girl.

When Bucky turned around to face Y/N, she was but a crying mess. Tears kept streaming down and her lips quivered in so much sadness. Now, that she was in the light, Bucky could see the darker shades on the bag of her eyes.

This was his fault. If he just stopped goofing around and listen to what she had to say yesterday, she wouldn't need to go through this, "Oh sweetheart..." though he meant to call her in his mind, it might just slipped through his lips.

Y/N glared up at him, "This was none of your concern, Barnes." She spat.

He shrugged, "Well, lucky for you, I don't care whose it is. What I know is I care about you. Now, let's get that wound patch up." Bucky simply said, and that was when she realized that her ribs were slashed open, bleeding and torn. Maybe it was not too deep, that was why she didn't notice it.

But it is an injury nonetheless, and it was a surprise to her that Bucky noticed it. "I don't want your help." She frowned yet continued to sniffle.

"Yeah, but you need it." He replied as he carefully tucked the loose strand of her hair behind her ears.

Unable to think of any comebacks, she let her fatigue win over. Her lips shut tightly and her chest shuddered for breaths. And when Bucky took her hand in his and lead the way, her body instantly responded by gripping him tight.

Bucky's heart soared at the touch of her small hand in his, while fire was burning in hers.

She hates him. She hates how caring he can be. She hates how soft he was when handling her. And she hates how easy it was for him to make her fall for him even more.

Y/N's body quickly went on auto pilot; she let him undress the blood soaking top and patch her wounds. And Bucky let her cry her heart out on his shoulder all the way back home to New York.

That night when everyone had settled back to their own rooms, Y/N was prepping to sleep outside again. It was like a schedule for Bucky to always fuck whatever his frustrations out when they finished a mission.

And she doesn't want to hear any of it. Not tonight.

Thankfully, her wounds were mostly healed thanks to Dr. Cho and her ingenious of a machine, Cradle. That thing fixed the teared tissue right up with its regenerative functions.

Now, Y/N just needs to endure the bruises but those are bearable. What she couldn't bear is the lack of energy and goodnight's sleep. She wished to just pass out for days and not wake up even if a prince came to kiss her to wake.

And she knew that sleeping in her room won't give her that.

Y/N piled her pillows and blanket on top of another before scanning the room one last time to make sure she didn't leave anything behind. Because she was not planning to step foot in her room until dawn comes, hoping the sounds from the other side of the room died down by then.

When she was walking pass Bucky's, she noticed how awfully quiet his room was, but she didn't think about it too much. She waited for the elevator to open its door only to reveal the man himself, "Barnes."

He eyed how Y/N's figure almost hidden behind the piles of pillow in her hold. He stepped out as he asked, "Where do you think you're going?" Bucky knew exactly where but he was not having any of that.

It was weird to her that she didn't see any sign or Bucky's hook-up in his arms, but she bet that there will be one after she's gone downstairs, "Away from you, that's for sure." She said, taking a step into the elevator but instantly stopped the moment Bucky blocked her path.

Bucky lips flatten against each other; he didn't say anything, he only frowned down at her then simply grabbed her wrist and dragged her back to her room.

Utterly confused, "What are you doing? Hey, let go of me." She twisted her wrist in his hold, while trying to balance the pillows from falling. A useless trial it was; because who could even escape that metal grip of his.

Bucky quickly respond, "No. You're not sleeping on that shitty sofa tonight." He stopped in the middle of the corridor and turned to her, "You're injured, y/n. You need on a proper rest on a proper bed." He coaxed.

How did he know that she had been sleeping on the coach? She thought before saying out loud, "I'm fine, Barnes. It's not even that deep of a wound, the Cradle fixed it clean. So, can you just... let go of my hand?" She sighed.

But Bucky refused to even spare her a glance, he silently tug her and stomp his way towards her room. There waa retaliation on her side, but his lack of response had lead Y/N to her defeat. She begrudgingly followed his long strides until she they stood by her bed.

He snatched each of the pillows and blankets off her hands, while Y/N simply blinked speechlessly as she watched Bucky started set up her bed like he had been doing it everyday.

Weirdly, at times like this, she found him extremely lovely. There was no corny and flirty comment about her, or his annoying habit of teasing every little thing she does.

There was just a comfortable silence and a kind gesture; the type that pulled the red strings of her heart just enough to make her want to dream of him.

Fucking hell, she can't believe that he managed to do that again! Making her fall for his antics. He really needs to stop doing that, it's simply rude.

Y/N broke from her love struck trance when she felt his cold metal laced around her hand again, he pulled her closer, "Now hop on, bunny. You need to rest." He lead her under the blanket and she grumbled curses under her breath, something about he need stop calling her weird nicknames like that.

When she was well tucked in and comfortable, Bucky sat at the edge of the bed by her side and spoke, "I'm sorry. For not trying to listen to you at the gym yesterday. I was a jerk."

His apology was so sincere that Y/N caught herself in a shock. Who is this man? What has he done to Bucky Barnes?

His eyes lingered to the wall behind her bed as if he was trying to find the right words to address it, "About the noises..." he trailed, "...it'll stop from now on."

Oh. Nevermind. She liked this Bucky. She wants to keep him forever, "Really? You mean it?" There weren't any effort put to hide her excitement when her voice nearly squeaked.

Bucky chuckled amusingly at her reaction, "Really, doll. But, you gotta promise not to sleep on the couch again."

Sparks of joy filled her chest when he confirmed his decision. Sure, it was such a small favour to do to anyone. But, she appreciate his efforts to make amends. "Hmm, I promise." She hummed happily, blinking slow as the comfort of her bed lured her into a drowsy state.

"Thanks, Bucky." Her mentioned his name.

Thank god for the super sensitive hearing ability, cause Bucky surely love the sound of her voice whispering his name so softly, "For apologizing or for tucking you to sleep?" He jest.

It only made her eyes rolled to the side and a smile spread across her face, "Both." she said. "And for what you did on the jet."

Bucky simply shrugged as if it was a normal thing to do. But, it wasn't. It was rare for him to challenge Steve like he did. And he did it for her, "Really, I owe you one." She said assuringly.

A playful smirk pulled on Bucky's lips when he spoke "Doll, you shouldn't be saying that so carelessly. Who knows I might use it for despicable things." Surely, he love to be the cause to bloom those red shades on her cheeks.

But it didn't happened when she asked quietly, "Will you?"

And the silence that came after was heavy with tenderness while their eyes spoke the truth to one another. As the thin lines in between got blurry, for once, there was just streams of genuine feelings pouring out of them, leaking through and contaminating the air with its magic.

Would he? Take advantage of her?

How could he though? He loved her too much to even think of purposely hurting her. "No." Bucky replied as he leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead, "Sleep well, princess." He mumbled against her skin.

And he pulled back, he grinned a cheeky smile. There it was; the pink blush on her face, wide surprise of her eyes and her slightly parted lips. She looked so adorable. He swore couldn't get enough of it.

"Kiss me again..." she nearly growled, but her blushing on her face didn't indicate anger, "...and I will choke you in your sleep." Though it was an attempt to threaten but typical of Bucky to just love to turn things around, "Hmm, is that an invitation, princess?" He purred and stole another kiss; this time, on her cheek. "Then, I will be looking forward to it." He whispered as quickly as he removed himself from the scene.

When he found his own bed, he couldn't help but to laugh at the muffled scream coming from the opposite side of the thin walls, "James. Fucking. Barnes!!!"

End.

Alternate ending (smut edition): Deleted Scene >>

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A/N: I hope you drop some thoughts behind before going to the deleted scene. Which I know you will. See you on the other side 👀

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Jitters - Eddie Munson x Reader

An As You Wish story

Collaboration with my darling @munson-blurbs

Summary: It's the first day of school for the Munson children--ever for Eliza, but their dad is being the biggest baby of them all.

Note: With all the back-to-school excitement going on I thought, "What would Eddie be like when Eliza first starts school?" So, voila. As always, I am so thankful for all of you who read and have the loveliest things to say 💕

Words: 3.2k

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If someone were to take bets on which Munson is the most miserable on the first day of school, they might pick Ryan. Sixteen years old, starting his junior year, and seemingly irritated by every move someone makes.

They might pick fourteen-year-old Luke, the Tasmanian Devil himself, constantly lamenting about how boring his teachers are.

Or they might pick Eliza, no longer getting to be the big fish in the daycare’s small pond, but now a full-fledged preschooler—one who is not happy about getting up early.

Any of these would be fine guesses. But they would also be dead wrong.

“My babies are all grown up!” Eddie bemoans, watching Eliza slide a comically oversized Little Mermaid backpack over her tiny shoulders. He stares at his sons as they shove their feet into their new sneakers, conveniently ignoring the repeated warnings not to break their shoes.

Ryan catches his dad looking at them and rolls his eyes. “Take a picture; it’ll last longer,” he quips, groaning when Eddie dashes into the bedroom to grab his camera. “Crap, I didn’t mean literally.”

“Swear jar!” Luke chirps, all-too excited to catch his big brother slipping up.

“‘Crap’ isn’t a swear word, dumbass.”

“Another dollar in the swear jar!” Luke roars, nearly colliding with the wall as he darts away from Ryan before the elder boy can get his hands on him.

You give the two boys a biting glare from across the room. If you can't keep them from using bad language all the time, they at least need to adhere to the rule when their little sister is in the room. Luckily, Eliza is currently admiring her new black Mary Jane shoes and was paying no mind to what was happening around her.

Before Ryan and Luke can start bickering again, you herd them over to the side of the living room where the lighting is the best for pictures.

“Come on, come on,” you say as you practically push them across the space. “Dad’s getting the camera, let’s get this show on the road.”

Ryan groans and drops his head back in irritation. “Can’t you just take some of Eliza? You have enough of us.”

“We never have enough of you,” you tell him, moving towards him on instinct to press a kiss to the top of his head—only to come face to face with the reminder that he’s taller than you now. “Eliza, come on over here, baby girl.”

Eliza looks up from where she’s now inspecting the pink overall dress she’s wearing. Her two curly little pigtails bounce with every motion. She hikes up her green sparkly princess backpack as she skips towards you. She becomes derailed, however, when Eddie walks back into the room. Eliza diverts her attention and makes a not-quite-a-surprise attack on his legs.

“Rawr! Gotchu Daddy!”

“Oh no!” Eddie feigns, clasping the camera to his chest. “I guess I can’t take you to preschool then, huh? Such a shame.”

“Nice try,” you tell him. “She’s still going.”

Eddie’s brows furrow together in another one of the little pouts he’s been giving you for the past few days. He thinks his baby girl is growing up too fast—does he think you don’t feel the same way? You just don’t show your emotions as expressively as your husband does.

“She’s only three,” Eddie says about your daughter. “Shouldn’t we wait until she’s at least four?”

“She’ll be four next month, Eddie,” you remind him. “This is when she’s supposed to start preschool.”

The sullen father has nothing to say in response to that, so he just looks down at the camera and fiddles with it, making sure there’s enough film and that it’s on the right settings. You take the opportunity to walk over towards Ryan.

“Was he this bad when Luke started school?” you ask in a hushed voice.

Ryan considers it for a moment before shrugging. “In my childhood mind, no. But I also used to believe it when Dad told me I’d look like Popeye if I ate my spinach, so who knows?”

“I can only imagine how he was with you.” With a small smirk, you grab Ryan’s arms and give him a small shake from side to side. “His first born,” you coo in a sickeningly sweet tone. Ryan shoos you away from him, but you can see the smile on his face that he’s trying his damndest to hide.

In the meantime, Luke grabs a Kleenex box from the kitchen counter, lowering onto bended knee and presenting it to Eddie.

“A gift for thou, Sir Sobs-a-Lot,” he says, adopting an exaggerated British accent.

Eddie thumps him on the back of the head, but takes a tissue regardless.

“Wayne always said I’d be screwed if my kids were as weird as me,” he muses.

“Dad,” Luke fake-whines, “don’t say that about Eliza!”

Eliza furrows her little eyebrows and makes a run for her brother, charging towards him like a provoked rhinoceros.

Luke is quicker, though, and holds her prisoner against his chest with a menacing cackle.

“Mean brother,” Eliza mumbles, face smushed against him.

He grins triumphantly. “That’s why you love me so much.” He presses a big smacking kiss to her cheek and lets her go, gasping in feigned offense when she wipes it away and wanders back to Eddie.

“Time for school! Let’s gooooooo, Daddy!” She takes his hand and tugs him towards the door, equal parts eager and exasperated.

Eddie obliges, but you can tell that this isn’t easy for him. “Why is she so eager to leave?” he asks you under his breath. “Ryan and Luke were practically wrapped around my ankles begging me to let them stay home.”

“I think she’s just excited to meet new friends and learn new things!” you say with a smile, trying to hold back your own tears. “Isn’t that right, Liza Bean?”

Eliza nods vigorously. “Luke says I get Play-Doh!”

“Remember,” Luke crouches down to tell her, “it’s important that you taste the Play-Doh before you use it.”

The comment earns him another thump to the head from Eddie.

“Please don’t eat Play-Doh,” you beg your daughter. Or listen to anything Luke says, you silently add.

“Yeah, just stick to your lunch,” Ryan offers, always the voice of reason.

“Lots of fruits and veggies,” Luke jumps in. “Remember why?”

“SCURVY!” Eliza proudly shouts, beaming from ear to ear.

Eddie exhales and rubs the bridge of his nose, at a total loss for words. “Can you crazy children just take the pictures so we can go?” he finally manages, patience sufficiently worn thin.

“Sir, yes, sir!” the boys salute in unison.

“Yes, sir!” Eliza chimes in, happy to emulate her big brothers.

You take the camera from Eddie when you see his jaw clench. You’d been afraid of your daughter having a meltdown today, but you obviously should have been worrying about her dad.

“Okay,” you say, nodding for them to arrange themselves in front of the wall for a picture, “all three of you, first.”

Begrudgingly on the part of the teenagers, and happily on the part of the little girl exiting toddlerhood, they come together and manage to stand still while you grab a few shots of them.

“Now just Ryan, then Luke, then Liza,” you instruct. Ryan rolls his eyes as his two younger siblings step away from him.

“This is never going to end,” he mumbles.

Figuring it’s just easier to ignore him, you get your pictures of Ryan before moving on to solo Luke and then Eliza. “Now get in there, Dad,” you tell Eddie, gesturing him over to join the kids.

The moment Eddie is within reaching distance of her, Eliza raises her tiny arms to her father and insists that he holds her in the picture. Eddie, unable to deny her anything as always, complies.

“Just me and Daddy!” Eliza says.

“Eliza’s will be done,” you say before snapping one of just the pair of them.

“All right, all right,” Luke says, motioning for you to give him the camera. “You get in there, too. We’ve got a monumental day here. Another Munson in the school system.”

As you pose next to your daughter and husband, you see Ryan out of the corner of your eye. He leans in behind you and holds up two fingers as bunny ears behind Eliza’s head. His little sister didn’t see him, but she was going to get a kick out of that once you got the pictures developed. Luke also noticed the photobomber, so he takes another nicer picture.

“We ready to go now?” Luke asks. “Big day for me too, ya know. Starting high school and all. No one’s all fussy over me and I bet it’s because I don’t have pigtails. Damn.”

Eddie claps Luke on the shoulder as you take the camera from your son. “Didn’t wanna make ya nervous, kid,” Eddie says. “Also, dollar in the swear jar.”

Luke scoffs and presses a hand to his chest. “Have I ever been nervous a day in my life?”

“Well,” Ryan starts with a smug smile, “that depends if you count the time that you got paired up with Missy Collins for that science project.”

Luke’s face turns pink and his nostrils flare. You’re almost taken aback because you think this is the most flustered you’ve ever seen the usually cool and mischievous boy. Luke goes from standing perfectly still to lunging toward his older brother in milliseconds.

Ryan just lets out a whooping laugh and dodges him by heading outside. Luke is hot on his tail.

Eliza looks up at you and shakes her head, little brown pigtails swaying with the motion.

“Boys,” she says, an air of sophistication older than her three years in her tone.

“Boys,” you agree, offering her your hand. Her little fingers slide into your own and you head out the front door behind the two teenagers. Eddie grabs his keys and follows his family out.

The keys jingle in your husband’s hand, a nervous tic as he walks over to the car and unlocks it. The three kids pile into the back and Eliza and Luke bicker over buckling her car seat as you slip into the passenger’s side.

“Everyone have everything?” Eddie asks as soon as the arguing stops. “Backpacks? Lunches? Or lunch money?”

A chorus of “yes” comes from the backseat so Eddie starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, instantly wishing he could turn around and take everyone back home.

You, Eddie, and Eliza somehow arrive at the preschool on time, but not before your daughter had thoroughly embarrassed her brothers on the high school drop-off line. She’d begged Eddie to roll down her window so she could yell to them as they joined their friends.

“Bye, Ryan! Bye, Lukie!” she’d shouted. “I love you!”

You and Eddie thought it was hilarious. Luke and Ryan? Not so much.

But now, your husband is a total wreck as Eliza marches full steam ahead towards the school’s doors. Truthfully, you’re almost as bad as he is, but you’re trying to keep it together—for Eliza’s sake and for Eddie’s.

“You ready, Eliza?” You crouch down and place your hands on her shoulders.

“Yep!” She nods, baby teeth on full display when she grins excitedly.

Eddie narrows his eyes in disbelief. “Are you sure?” he asks, making you roll your eyes.

“Yep!” Eliza repeats; thankfully, she’s oblivious to his inner turmoil.

“You’re going to have a great time and make lots of new friends,” you tell her.

“And I’ll be right here, ready to pick you up when it’s over,” Eddie adds as he crouches down next to you.

It takes all your strength not to roll your eyes again or elbow Eddie in the ribs.

Eliza nods her head, little pigtails bouncing with the movement. She hikes her backpack up higher and gives you both another wide smile.

“Ready to go in?” you ask.

“Uh huh.”

You take her hand and she leads you into her new classroom, Eddie following along behind you. He’s quite literally dragging his feet, a human version of Eeyore the donkey.

A teacher, not too much younger than you, comes up to greet you all. “Hi, everyone!” she chirps in a tone that signals over-caffeination. “Welcome to preschool! I’m Miss Riley, your teacher.”

For the first time this morning, Eliza seems hesitant. She looks up at you for approval and you nod your head at her.

“I’m Eliza Marie Munson,” she announces, and you bite back a laugh at her formality.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Eliza,” Miss Riley says. “You’ve got both Mommy and Daddy with you here today, huh?”

“Yep! Was just gonna be Daddy but then Mommy said she didn’t think he’d really take me here.”

You squeeze your lips together as your daughter calls out your husband’s behavior; Eddie closes his eyes, a small smile appearing on his face. Both of you know (partially due to your experiences with Luke and Ryan when they were younger) that anything that went on in your house that Eliza knew about would be fair game to be shared with her whole class.

“Well, I’m very glad you’re here,” Miss Riley replies, holding a hand out for a high-five that your daughter eagerly returns. “Would you like me to show you where your cubby is?”

“Okay!” Eliza turns around and waves to you and Eddie. “Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy!”

“No hugs?” Eddie asks, a pout forming on his plush lips.

Eliza rolls her eyes as if this is the most unreasonable request she’s ever heard, but obliges.

You give her a tight squeeze, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’re gonna have an amazing day, baby girl,” you remind her.

“I know, Mommy.”

Eddie’s hug can only be described as bone-crushing, with Eliza letting out a dramatic grunt as he holds her.

“Eliza Munson, you are the smartest, bravest little girl I know,” he says, voice catching in his throat. “I want you to go out there and kick some a—butt,” he hurriedly amends, but not before earning a glare from you.

“Most importantly, be nice,” you emphasize, hoping your advice trumps Eddie’s little half-time pep talk.

“I will!” Eliza happily declares before following Miss Riley over to the cubbies.

Eddie looks back and forth from her to you. “That’s it?” he asks. “That’s all we get?”

“What did you want?” you ask as you slip your hand into your husband’s. “Want her to cry and beg you to take her back home?”

“Well, no.” At your disbelieving eyebrow raise Eddie shrugs and amends his statement. “Not entirely.”

“We got hugs and goodbyes,” you point out. “Ryan barely acknowledged us, and Luke gave you a Wet Willy. I think we should cut our losses.”

“I know,” Eddie says, letting out a defeated sigh.

You gently tug him in the direction of the door to exit. “She’ll be fine,” you reassure him with a whisper. “And she’ll be so excited to tell you all about it later.”

Eddie nods, and just as the two of you are about to walk out the door, something rams into Eddie’s legs. He looks down to see Eliza grinning up at him, little arms wrapped around his knees.

“What’s up, Sweet Pea?” he asks, suddenly worried that something’s wrong. Was someone mean to her? Did she forget her lunch at home?

She jumps like a little jumping bean until she’s right in front of the two of you.

“I love you!”

Your heart swells and the pressure of tears is heavy behind your eyes. There’s no way you can look at Eddie because clocking his emotion will absolutely send you over the edge.

Eddie’s already tearing up though and has a bright smile on his face. “We love you too, Liza Bean,” he tells her. “So much.”

She giggles and you scoop her up in your arms. “We love you more than anything.”

You and Eddie press kisses to her cheeks at the same time, and Eddie blows a raspberry with his, making her giggle.

Once you set her down, Eliza blows you both a kiss before skipping over to a table where a few kids are drawing, already settling in.

Eddie wipes at his eyes as the two of you step out of the classroom and into the hall. “That’s what I wanted,” he admits with a tearful chuckle.

You wrap your arms around one of Eddie’s and lay your head on his shoulder. “You okay?” you ask him.

“No.” He sighs when you press a reassuring kiss against his shoulder. “I’m just trying to keep it together for your sake,” he says.

At his words, you pull away to look at him, eyebrows raised. “This was you holding it together?” you ask.

“Oh, this could’ve been way worse, babe.”

You chuckle as he slips his hand into yours, knowing that he’s likely telling the truth.

The two of you take one last look inside the classroom and see Eliza talking and laughing with a little girl and boy at her table.

“Come on,” you say, patting the back of Eddie’s hand with your free one.

With a reluctant sigh, Eddie starts to walk with you towards the exit.

“And I know Miss Riley is younger than me but don’t get any ideas.” You smirk and nudge his shoulder with your own, trying to joke around and cheer him up a bit.

Eddie puts his hands up in defense. “Hey, she’s a teacher. I only go for babysitters.”

The late summer morning is hot as you make the journey back to your car. Still the gentleman as always, Eddie opens your door for you.

“Man,” he shakes his head as you slip into the passenger’s seat. “I can’t believe my baby is in preschool.”

He closes your door and walks around to his side, giving you time to open your purse and pull out a small object, hiding it beneath your hands in your lap. He starts the car, though you’re fairly certain your heartbeat is louder than the engine.

“Well,” you start before clearing your throat. Eddie looks over at you and there’s suddenly a million butterflies not only in your stomach, but throughout your whole body. “She’s not going to be the baby for long…”

You hand Eddie the test, watching as his expression shifts from sadness to confusion to awe as he stares at the two pink lines.

“You’re pregnant?” The excitement in his voice rivals that of a kid on Christmas morning.

“I’m pregnant,” you confirm, grinning with your own excitement. The emotions that you've been trying to corral all day finally come out, relief and giddiness flowing through you as you tell your husband what you've been dying to amongst all the other chaos of the day.

Eddie lunges across the center console to wrap you up in his arms, letting the positive test drop into his lap. “Holy shit, princess.”

“I know,” you say with a giggle.

Eddie’s still in shock, grinning from ear to ear and rubs his hands over his face. “We’re gonna have another baby,” he says, just to hear it aloud.

“And just think,” you say, “you get to do this first day of preschool thing again.”

His nose wrinkles at that prospect. “Maybe I’ll just homeschool this one.”

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Astrology Observations💕

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🌸You know what day it is 😍 is Sundayyyy andddd that means a new sweet post from me to you all beautiful people💕🌸. ALSO HAPPY NEW YEAR AJAJAJAJAJAJAJA hope you all will have a full year full happiness and blessings!🫂💞

Intro Song so you can enjoy my post while listening some good music:

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🌸How Libra's Risings manage to look so pretty??? HOWWWW? I wanna know their secret how these people manage to look so pretty 24/7?? IS THIS in their DNA??🌸

🌸HOW Scorpio's Risings have such hot and mesmerizing looks? Y'all don't know this but i always wanted to be a Scorpio Rising because they look so good in everything and they are also so beautiful and very powerful too. Is a flex to be a Scorpio Rising 💅

🌸 People with Venus in the 1st house, we know you look so damn good in everything you wear omg your style and your elegance is everything, refinement at its finest, and the way you glow up is AMAZING. 😍

🌸Moon in Aries have a very confident and protective mom, their mom could be very confident about her life and her ideas, these natives could learn to be very courageous in their life and to take the risk when it's needed.💕🥹

🌸 How are Scorpios Suns so horny and hot? Like not joke right now these people can be horny 24/7, and they like pleasure a lot they can fantasize all day about it. And let's talk about hot hot their personalities issss they can be so gentle and so romantic also very loyal and honest about everything they do🌸😍

🌸 LIBRA placements/Libra in big 6 (Sun,Moon, Rising,Venus,Mercury) give Cinderella/Sleeping Beauty in their auras a lot, they radiate that Disney Princess vibe 👸🌸

🌸 Sagittarius placements/Sagittarius in Big 6 (Sun, Moon Rising Venus Mars Mercury), have a very pretty BIG dark humour 😭 they joke always even in the times where no one jokes, and is totally funny because they were always like this and that makes them unique 🌸😍

🌸Cancer Risings look very angelic beside their devilish behavior omg i see those natives like that type of "Half Goddess/Half Devil and yes they can be cold and harsh sometimes if you do them dirty they gonna seek for revenge 🌸👀

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🌸 Aquarius Placements/Aquarius in big 6 ( Sun Moon Rising Venus Mars Mercury), can heal themselves when they are hurt while listening to music, they are innovators and music can help those natives a lot 🎵🎹 .

🌸 Gemini Placements/Gemini in big 6 (Sun Moon Rising Venus Mars Mercury) like to do a lot of things at once "multitasking" and they can be very good at this, but also their skills 😍🔥🔥 they can be good at so many things and having multiple talents

🌸Aries Placements/Aries in big 6 (Sun Moon Rising Venus Mars Mercury) are very dominant and powerful people, they can get jealous so fast 😭 and they can also get very angry (Aries Mars i look at you👀) these people don't like to wait they are very impatient and like to do things fast like "Move faster i have other 39399449 things to do in the next 10 minutes"🤣😭. They are very powerful people when it comes to their daily life they know everything they need to do.

HOW ARE CAPRICORN RISINGS so pretty? JUST HOW i wanna know how they are so blessed with such beauty and grace. 😍😍

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Venus in Water Signs might say "I love you" a lot and very often to their partners, it is in their DNA to do such things, they have such beautiful love languages (coming from a Scorpio Venus who is dating a Scorpio Venus)💞💞💞

Moon at Virgo Degrees (6°, 18°) can make you very authentic in all the things you are doing, you are doing them with passion and pleasure, you can be a very analytical person or have analytical skills. I see these natives having a very beautiful soul nature, their soul is very authentic and full of energy.

Sun at Scorpio Degrees (8°,20°) can make you a very powerful person with a very strong ego and ideals, you can be very misterious and attractive to people around you and also you can be very good at hiding things or to be secretive.

Moon conjunct Mercury can have a very angelic and pleasant voice, they can also express their feelings very much and lot and they can have a mix of going trough moods like - sad - happy - sad again - happy again. Its because they can deal with many emotions and communication can help them a lot

Uranus in the 2nd house can give you a very unique and different pretty physical appearance. (2nd can also represent your physical appearance) 😍. But also a very unique voice and this can apply to Uranus in the 3rd house too about communicating and voice 😍🌹

Pluto at Scorpio and Capricorn Degrees (8°,10°,20°,22°) can be a very dangerous yet powerful placement because here Pluto has a lot of power and a lot of magnetism, mystery aura especially if you have Pluto aspecting the ascendant in these signs (Scorpio/Capricorn). I see this as a motto "You don't realize how powerful you are"👀

Pluto conjunct Venus can attract very passionate romantic yet possessive and jealous partners (Venus can represent the spouse for both genders). Be careful what type partners you can attract this one is also a very powerful combination of Venus/Pluto. 💓💓

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Asteroid Eros 433 aspecting the ascendant can make you very attractive, very good pleasing, a good personality and very much liked by people especially conjunction because (conjunction is the strongest).

!IF you don't have any Eros - Ascendants i suggest you to search for your Ascendant and Eros persona charts for deep understanding.!

Asteroid Eros (443) in Libra/Taurus/7th house/2nd house 😍 can make you a very very very romantic person and you can seek for romantism a lot in your life, you can enjoy having relationships so much, this placements relies on relationships and love all their life. This can also mean you want to search for you true love 💕

Asteroid Eros 433 making an aspect with Mars 😍🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 your relationships can be very intense and sensual. (Asteroid Eros in Aries/Scorpio/1st/8th can apply to this)

Asteroid Eros 433 making an aspect with Venus is also a very romantic placement, you can be very lovely and sweet in your love relationships and i can see these people like to make a lot of gifts for their partners how cuteeee these people are so adorable 🥺🥺

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Hope you all enjoyed this post 💕 please don't get sad if you don't have any placements from this post i will make a lot more because I have a lottt of them to post so don't worry but until i post them i will let you other posts to find your aspects 💕💓💓 HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE 💕

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𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐡𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ➜ 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

Location: Switzerland

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thelunahughes 2 years ago i said yes to a date, 3 months later i said yes to being your girlfriend, 1 year ago i said yes to your proposal, 5 months i said yes to the dress now today i say yes to spending a life time with you 🤍

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dixiedamelio: the prettiest bride!!

⟶ thelunahughes: the prettiest bridesmaid

_alexturcotte: i just.. shes getting…. its to.. ahhhhhh

⟶ thelunahughes: its okay alex 🫂

trevorzegras: STOP GROWING UP DAMN

⟶ thelunahughes: Z 😭

colecaufield: im not crying you are crying

⟶ jamie.drysdale: we all were cole

njdevils: the most beautiful bride

⟶ thelunahughes: love you devils

ninahischier: meine neue Schwägerin

⟶ thelunahughes: 🥰🥰🩷🩷

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meine neue Schwägerin - my new sister-in-law

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Location: Switzerland

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thelunahughes meine Familie

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mackie.samo: JIM CRYING WHAT!!?

⟶ thelunahughes: im his favorite ofc ☺️

⟶ jackhughes: uh thats me thank you

cancuks: hughes bowl wedding edition

⟶ thelunahughes: CANUCKS 😭💙

trevorzegras: NVM JIM BUT QUINN CRYING?!

⟶ _quinnhughes: what??

⟶ thelunahughes: i was shocked, i never seen quinn cry

lhughes_06: my twin 🤍

⟶ thelunahughes: my twin 🖤

jamie.drysdale: jack ofc has to flex his watch 🙄

⟶ thelunahughes: so annoying

jackhughes: you're all grown up now

⟶ thelunahughes: ill still be your little sister forever 💕

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meine Familie - my family

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Location: Switzerland

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thelunahughes 12/23/24 🤍 i love you nico

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farahlipetz: real life princess 💜

⟶ thelunahughes: 🤍. staaaaph

sarakoebel: ugh im gonna steal you

⟶ thelunahughes: SARA! (later)

njdevils: THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN WHOLE WORLD LUNA HISCHIER

⟶ thelunahughes: ADMIN I LOVE YOU ❤️

lunahughesxo: THE DRESSS

⟶ nhlfangirl: FORGET THE DRESS: LUNA HAVING NICOS SISTER, ZEGRAS GF AND OTHER DEVILS OR UMICH PLAYERS GIRLS AS HER BRIDESMAIDS IS SO CUTE 😭

landonorris: so no invite?

⟶ thelunahughes: you were, and i quote, “busyyyy”

williamnylander: god you’ve grown way to much

⟶ thelunahughes: willy 🥹🩵

colecaufield: loved that you got married TWO DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS 🙄

⟶ thelunahughes: 😘 deal with it

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#fanfic #nhl #nhl fanfiction #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #nico hischier #singer!hughes #singer!hughes!sister #nico hischier x oc #dixie d'amelio #alex turcotte #trevor zegras #cole caufield #jamie drysdale #nina hischier #mackie samoskevich #lando norris #william nylander

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the devils in the details- luke hughes

chapter 2; part 2: vancouver adventures

nhl x platonic!fem!reader

eventual luke hughes x fem!reader

nico hischier x fem!reader

the masterlist

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yourinstagram | best day with the best people ❤🎡 full photo credits to quinn for making me look amazing 🥰 tagged: _quinnhughes, bboeser, trevorzegras, colecaufield, jamie.drysdale

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bboeser lovely seeing you y/n 😊 | yourinstagram lovely seeing you brock 😊

_quinnhughes all i did was take a picture. the rest was all you, dumpling 😊 | yourinstagram 🥰

nicohischier 💕 | yourinstagram missing you a bunch nico ❤

user13 oh my goodness you’re so pretty!! | yourinstagram awe thank you 🥰 | _quinnhughes right?

user11 what happened between you and luke? why don’t you guys spend any time together anymore | yourinstagram distance i guess | lhughes_06 if distance is the problem then move back home. i miss you 🥺 | yourinstagram it’s not that simple 😔 | lhughes_06 call me please? ☹

trevorzegras and you promise to keep that polar bear i won for you? | yourinstagram of course. ziggy is going to keep me safe 😀

jackhughes we were in town. why didn’t you invite us? | yourinstagram don’t like your girlfriend and she doesn’t like me 🤷🏻‍♀️ | jackhughes it’s just me and luke | yourinstagram still. she wouldn’t have liked that 🙄

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yourinstagram | quinn loves me, i swear 😇❤

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_quinnhughes more than anyone, you already know this 😊 | yourinstagram of course huggy bear

elblue6 please pay attention to the road 😨

jackhughes where were you guy going and why are you in the back seat? | yourinstagram i believe quinn is posting it on his page 😊 and I’m in the back because he made me 😔 | _quinnhughes i did not make you do anything 😂

edwards.73 he’s family. it's how we roll 😂

user12 this is the best pair. nobody can change my mind 😂 | user03 nah it’s definitely y/n and luke | user12 they haven’t been posting each other though. are we sure they’re still friends?

bboeser i see the passenger princess treatment also transfers to the backseat now 😏 | _quinnhughes only for her 😂 | yourinstagram only for me 😉

lhughes_06 he loves you for sure 😂 who do you not have wrapped around your finger at this point? | yourinstagram jack and trevor 😂 and cole is ALMOST wrapped around 😊 | jackhughes okay well that's a lie because there's literally nothing i wouldn't do for you 😏

user04 my question is: who gave who the finger first? 🧐 | yourinstagram quinn | _quinnhughes y/n

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yourinstagram if i'm the sun then you’re the moon 🌑 | lhughes_06 if you’re the words then i'm the tune, yeah | jackhughes if you’re the heart then i'm the beat | _quinnhughes somehow together we’re complete, yeah

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jackhughes quinn + y/n = best duo

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edwards.73 where are your pants?!?!? | yourinstagram i'm wearing a bathing suit | _quinnhughes she got cold so i gave her the sweater

user06 I love how the boys finished the lyrics for y/n 😂 | lhughes_06 she forced us to watch it with her | _quinnhughes she and jack did | jackhughes it’s a good show 😂 | yourinstagram and you guys loved it just as much as we did 😏

lhughes_06 when are you coming home? 😔 | yourinstagram soon pookie. i promise

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The devil's in the details

(Matt Murdock x reader)

(💕First of all, I'm sorry I have not had the time yet to publish the 4 chapter for my other fic, my first semester at Uni is surely taking a load, but I still wanted to give an old idea a chance and try to see where I could go with it. It's mostly an introductory chapter hope you like it !) 💕

Summary. Trying to makes end meet as a young woman has never been easy, even less living in the turbulent city that is New York. When (y/n) will have to make an impossible choice, she'll have to decide between the ones she cares the most. It's never safe to fall in love, especially with that mysterious lawyer at the bar she's been working at and the secret she guards underneath.

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“Another round for the tables two and one, and please don’t forget the missing beers for the group at table five”

It definitely was a busy night at Josie’s.

I had barely entered the bar when multiple orders were already piling up in the kitchen. Friday shifts were always the best to work they told me, and being new around here, I was kind of guilty to be glad Katy asked for a longer maternity leave.

“(Y/n)!”

I turn around, Josie looking at me impatiently.

“I didn't hire you to stand there and look pretty princess” She sighs but gives me a small smile, she could never stay mad at us for too long, “Now, please bring these three beers to the pool table”

I nod excusing myself as I go grab the drinks.

The atmosphere tonight was intoxicating. The talking, the music, even the bursts of laughter and the smell of alcohol that surrounded me were enough to get dizzy on my own. It was almost too overwhelming.

I take a deep breath, as I twitch my lips, trying my best not to bite them as I had promise myself to stop that bad habit.

Normally I had a better handle on my anxiety, but I’m not used to work during the busiest hours. Yet, I need money, and Friday nights are generous on tips. I couldn't let such an opportunity pass, and when Josie asked for our availabilities I was the first to raise her hand.

It’s for her.. all of this is for her

I’m so involved in my own thoughts I don’t notice the man passing in front of me. I suddenly lose my equilibrium, the plate of beers now jumping in the air, as I stumble falling on the floor. I barely have the time to register what’s happening when I feel a quick hand behind my back that stabilizes me again.

“Well… there go our beers”

I hear a voice from the back, a blond guy with slightly longer hair and another blond woman staring at me.

I look down at the floor, now with a puddle of beer and pieces of glass laying there.

Josie is going to kill me

“Are you ok ?”

I look up now to the man in front me. He had dark glasses and his short yet slightly ruffled hair only gave him a more attractive look. I notice the big stain of beer on his chest, which admittingly looked quite well built under the white shirt he was wearing.

C'mon you ain't here to flirt with clients

“Yes I'm sorry your shirt it’s”

I notice now the white stick on his left hand and the realization of his blindness hits me. I feel even worse now. “O.. o shit I’m sorry.. I’m awful I.”

“Don’t worry” he gives me a small smile “It was due to clean anyways. Although.. I heard some glass breaking.. Are you hurt in any way ?”

I shake my head until I realize he can’t exactly see it.

“No I’m ok just..” I sigh, why was I about to tell my problems to a stranger, “I haven’t quite been the best waitress tonight”

He smiles again, this time with a little bit of curiosity in his look.

God if smiles could kill

“Too much of an ambiance ?”

”Is it that obvious that this is my first busy shift ?”

He slightly laughs, until I see Josie appearing with a loud sigh.

“(y/n) could you try not to kill one of our regulars ?”

“Hey Josie the beers are on us all right add it to the Murdock Nelson tab, this stuff always happens”

Josie smiles at the man, it seemed that they’ve been acquaintances for quite some time. She easily accepts as she also gives a nod to the other blond guy.

“I’ll bring the mop”, I shyly tell her as I leave the scene. When I arrive at the kitchen, I hear Josie chuckling at me.

“So Matt caught your attention ?”

I do my best not to turn completely red.

“You know I ain't got time for that Josie”

I sigh. It was true. Too many bills to pay, too many things to do. Where would the time for a boyfriend ever be? Josie’s face becomes then more serious, she also knew all too well about my situation

“How's your mother been ?”

I try to smile, it was never easy to talk about that subject.

“Doctors say she may get a leave from the hospital next week, but you know, i'd rather not be too optimistic on that subject…. I still remember last time”

I take the mop as I sigh. I knew Josie wouldn't have hired me if she didn't know my situation. I was already working at some convenience store during the day, but I was still short of money for the rest of my bills. This without counting the community college classes I was taking half time.

And still not enough money.. it's never enough money

She gives me a warm smile, patting my back as if she wanted to say more but had no words.

“You’re a good girl (y/n), you’ll get through this”

I just nod. There was no time for feelings.

Before leaving the kitchen, I give a last look to the group where Matt and his two friends were happily chatting .

I shake my head, not wanting to be too distracted.

There was no time for stuff like this, I can only move forwards.

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At some corner of the bar, a man was sitting, stirring his cocktail as he gives an attentive look to the place. Nobody notices him when he goes out for a smoke as he makes a call on his phone.

“We found her boss… she’s still here… at some bar in Hell's kitchen”

“Perfect’" the voice on the other side of the line was professional, yet so cold and grave, “Tell Weasley to bring the guys... It's gonna be a long night”

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foxships · 1 year

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Vanica just wants to go on a murderous rampage with her wife!!!!

#selfshipping #lgbt selfship #lesbian selfship #oc x canon #💕: devil princess #s/i: sanura obscurus #ship: bloody shadows #NEW VANISANU ART LET'S GOOOOOOO

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clumsy-jiminie · 3 months

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ɪɴᴇᴠɪᴛᴀʙʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ | ᴘᴊᴍ | ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ

❝ ʙɪɢ ꜰᴀɴ ❞

↣ summary :: Kiara Smith had dreamed of true love for as long as she could remember. from being obsessed with the Disney princesses who found affection in the strangest situations to dressing up as a bride from kindergarten to fourth grade. it was the only thing she ever truly desired, so much so that a pleasant smile and kind eyes could have her smitten in seconds. right when she thought she found the one, a chance encounter with Park Jimin—the city’s famously perfect fuck boy with a smile so warm and a heart of ice—has her feeling quite the opposite. he knocks her off her axis and derails her life as she knows it, yet the universe seems to have another plan for the two.

↣ rating :: 18+

↣ genre :: fluff, angst, smut, e2l, slow burn

↣ pairing :: business owner!jimin x fem!artist!oc ft. taehyung

↣ word count :: 3.8k

↣ chapter warnings :: mature language, public displays of affection

↣ notes :: welcome to the first chapter! 💕 I hope you guys already for the rollercoaster between these two.

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"you see my thick thighs, lost when you look into my brown eyes, see my little waist can make you switch sides. you've never seen the devil in disguise."

- be honest, jorja smith-

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A low hum of people chatting over the Lo-Fi beats filled the area. Glasses clinking, some munching, all sounds that Kiara Smith grew familiar with. Though the crowd was more significant than the last exhibition she attended, it was starting to become all the same.

She could remember the very first exhibit she went to and all the nerves it brought. She was a bumbling mess—sweaty palms constantly being wiped on her dress that she may have also used as her prom dress while her stomach frequently threatened to release her breakfast all over the floor—as she watched the few people who also attended like hawks. So insecure about the words those people chose not to share. So insecure about their lips pressed into taught smiles. Were they being genuine or just keeping up appearances? Was her art worth anything, or was she going to flop and end up having to get a shitty job just to make ends meet? Those same nerves would never fade, holding onto her like some clingy child desperately needing attention. But they became less apparent whenever her boyfriend was around. The heaven-sent angel would always know the right thing to say and make the world melt away. Though he would never miss an event, it was very seldom that he was on time. She never stressed his whereabouts, knowing he'd arrive eventually.

The 24-year-old continued to walk around, partially eavesdropping as she passed couples and groups of people. Occasionally, she would take a sip of the bubbly gold in her glass to appease that child named Nerves tugging on her leg. She slowed to a stop once a particular piece caught her eye. It was two separate canvases placed at equal heights. One canvas had a bright figure colored in hues of pink and blue, while the other was dark. Shades of black and grey bled from one canvas to the other as if it was trying to overcome the figure itself. The darkness had enough space on their canvas, though, at least a third remaining untouched, but it wanted the colors. It wanted to possess them, spread its darkness to them.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" blurted a voice near her. Despite the voice being calm and inviting, it startled her. She quickly turned to the side, not realizing a man joined her. His side profile was magnificent — features that were immaculately sculpted from his eyebrows, down his straight nose bridge leading to a button tip, to where his rose-shaded lips took center stage, frozen in a pout. His light blonde hair with dark roots made his olive skin stand out. It looked natural on him. The man was attractive, and Kiara couldn't deny that. His aura alone was almost as intoxicating as the drink in her hand. It pulled her in and wrapped around her like a warm embrace. She nodded, humming in agreement with his question. She faced ahead again.

The man stole another glance at her, eyes slowly glazing over her features. "It's so rare nowadays to find someone who could capture so much without saying a word. It's almost godly."

The more he talked, the nicer his voice sounded. It had an excellent depth, low and appealing even in his hushed tone. Kiara was into what he was saying, continuing to nod until the last comment. She had to sip her drink to subdue the urge to giggle.

"But you know what you and this painting have in common?"

She turned to look at the man, their eyes meeting for the first time tonight. And boy, how he could get lost in those pools of amber. She raised an eyebrow curiously, her glass still resting on her lips as she silently urged him to continue.

"You both were crafted with the same care, holding a beauty one could only dream of containing."

Kiara almost spat out her drink, startling the man before her. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, holding back the remainder of the liquid behind her taut lips. The man's eyebrows drew together and his lips pursed slightly. His expression then dropped to a neutral state once he realized she was chuckling at what he said.

Once she swallowed the liquid, she turned to face him completely. She took a moment to graze over his appearance fully. He was well dressed, wearing a black blazer, white crew neck underneath, and dark-wash skinny jeans. Silver earrings dangled from his earlobes to match the silver chain around his neck and the wristwatch.

"Damn," she commented, a grin growing on her full glossed lips, "you're really laying it on thick for someone you don't know." Her voice was nothing he expected. She seemed like one of those Hamptons girls, playing in New York City with daddy's money. Her voice was light and smooth like silk fabric, but her accent was hard like a concrete wall. She was either from Queens or Brooklyn, syllables being dropped or stretched at a whim. Something about the way her words blended was incredibly sexy.

The man quirked a brow, intrigued as the corner of his lips pulled into a half smile. "You tryna say I'm out of practice?"

"Precisely." She answered quickly and confidently as she gazed up at him. "I expect that kind of line from someone twice your age."

"Well, ouch." He chuckled, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek as his eyes glanced downward at the girl. "My job requires me to be blunt, so I call it like I see it."

"And you're saying I'm as beautiful as this painting?"

He grabbed a glass off the tray of a passing waiter. "Your beauty surpasses it." It was true. She was absolutely breathtaking. Her golden honey skin practically glowed under the cool white fluorescent lights. Her hair was dark brown and long, pulled back into a sleek high ponytail with two strands framing her face. Her black satin dress hugged every curve in her body with grace, and there were plenty of them. The material looked soft to the touch, gently reflecting the light. He'd be lying if he said her looks weren't the reason why he approached. And on top of all the looks, she smelled phenomenal—warm and sweet, like a freshly baked sugar cookie with a dash of cinnamon on top, making him want to relive through the holiday season that just passed.

Kiara let out a soft scoff. "Thank you, but that's not as much of a compliment as you may think." She suddenly spun on her stiletto heels, turning her back to the man as she walked away.

He quickly followed, catching up in a few steps to join her by her side. "Do explain."

"Beauty has, and always will be, skin deep." She circled the champagne in her glass while looking out into the crowd. "Looks fade over time. Trends come and go faster than the seasons. So if you really wanna wow a girl…." She stopped at another painting that grabbed her attention before looking at him. "Compliment the things you can't see." The two stopped to gaze at the artwork in front of them. The man thought over her words while admiring the piece. The canvas before them had various hues of green splashed about, but shades of purple peeked through upon closer inspection. It mimicked little flowers blooming through a field of wild grass. She managed to lead him to the only painting that mirrored their conversation.

He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "You're completely right. And to think I almost missed out on how intelligent you are."

She smiled, soft and genuine. "Thank you."

The man stayed by her side as Kiara floated, offering his opinions on whichever piece they stopped in front of. She really appreciated being able to receive unbiased feedback on her work. He didn't know he was chatting with the artist. No one in the room knew. The name signed at the bottom of each canvas was Luna, a faceless painter. It's been that way since the beginning, and she intended it to stay that way. Only her close friends, family, and people she hired knew of her secret.

"I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to lunch tomorrow." The man asked at their fourth or so painting.

"I see you don't waste any time."

"Correct. Time is limited, after all."

She looked up at him, his perfect lips pulled into a soft smile. Maybe in another lifetime, she thought as she caught her lower lip between her teeth. "Flattered, but I can't."

His brows furrowed. He thought that the conversation they were having was great, so what was with the rejection? "May I ask why?"

"I have a boyfriend," she said with a wide smile.

He suddenly scoffed, causing her to tilt her head to the side slightly. "I haven't seen anyone on your arm the whole night." The first thing the man hated the most was being lied to.

Her brows then lowered while her eyes narrowed. "He's just late."

The second thing was excuses.

"Tsk," he shook his head before downing his drink. "Committed to a man with no time management? Red flag."

"And somehow that's better than a man who can't take rejection?" She shot back as she quickly matched his energy. They had a peaceful conversation only moments before, and now the energy between them had grown negative.

"Oh, I can take rejection," he stated with a chuckle as he put his glass down. "But only when I'm being told the truth."

"It is—"

"Hey, darling." And finally, the deep and butter-smooth voice appeared, melting away the anger that was bubbling inside Kiara. As he approached her side, he placed his large hand on the small of her back and pressed a kiss to her temple. "I'm sorry I'm late."

The blonde in front of them eyed the man from his tan skin and wavy ebony hair to his solid-colored turtle neck and long coat. Something about the dark-haired man seemed familiar to the blonde. Then it hit him like a freight train. "Well, isn't it Mr. Kim Taehyung?" He smiled widely, glancing up at the slightly taller man.

Taehyung's brows furrowed momentarily before grinning. "Holy shit, Park Jimin!" He stepped forward, leaving Kiara's side to wrap his arms around the blonde. "What are you doing here?" He asked as he pulled away from the man. "I never would've thought that you'd be into art."

He chuckled softly, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "It's just a little appreciation I picked up from Spain." He shrugged casually.

Taehyung's jaw clenched briefly, his smile slipping for a moment. For as long as he's known Jimin, he always had to slip in a way to brag about his accomplishments. It was sad that he still hasn't grown out of that trait yet. "Ah yeah," he responded, playing cool, "I forgot you traveled there. How was it?"

Jimin shrugged again. "It was Spain," he said, glazing over the topic. "But me and—shit, I'm sorry." His attention shifted from Taehyung to the woman. "I never asked for your name."

"I'm Kiara," she said softly. Her arms folded over her chest as she watched the two men converse. She didn't mind a bit since Taehyung was the most extroverted of the two.

"Kiara," Jimin repeated to himself, his eyes trailing down her appearance briefly. He tried to pin the name to the face, especially if she was Taehyung's. His eyes finally returned to the other man. "Kiara and I were discussing some of the pieces earlier. I've been a huge fan of Luna for years now." He tried to be calm about the subject of Luna, but it made excitement course through his veins. He was among the first few to learn about the mysterious artist who abruptly appeared on the scene. Everyone wanted one of their pieces overnight, and Jimin was obviously at the very top of that list. Every brushstroke left was a paragraph, speaking a language only artists could understand.

"I don't even wanna talk about how hard it was to get in here," he chuckled, a faint flush spreading over his cheeks. A Luna Eclipse had a longer wait list than some Michelin-star restaurants. Luckily for him, he was able to pull a few strings. A few phone calls here, some embarrassing promises there, and he was in.

Kiara couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips as she eyed the man. The smirk on Taehyung's lips was full of pride, almost conceited, as he tilted his head slightly to the side. "Oh, you don't say?" For once in the pair's life, it felt like Taehyung had a one-up on Jimin. "How does it feel to—"

"My love," Kiara interjected, voice just as sweet, yet bitter, like honey as she placed her hand on Taehyung's chest. She looked up at him, and Jimin could see her pupils dilated, swirling with love. He chewed on his lower lip gently. He barely knew this woman, but why did he want her to look at him like that? "I have to talk to you about something."

Taehyung stared at his partner with furrowed brows before looking at Jimin. "Um, alright. I'll catch up with you later then."

She looked at Jimin, and that love dissipated instantly. Such a look was only reserved for Taehyung, making a heaviness grow in his abdomen. "If you would excuse us."

The blonde couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from Kiara. "Of course," he finally said, grinning at the man. "Don't be a stranger!"

The two waved at each other before Kiara led him away. Her arm wrapped around his, holding him close to her. She glanced back at Jimin one last time before pulling Taehyung to a quiet section of the event. He leaned against the pillar while Kiara stood before him, gazing up at him.

"Why did you cut me off?" Taehyung asked, keeping his voice calm.

"Because you almost name-dropped me," she said, her arms folding over her chest.

The 26-year-old's lips turned into a small o shape before forming a sheepish smile. "You're right. I'm sorry. I completely forgot for a second. It's just so hard not to brag about you when you always look so good." He reached out and touched her waist, pulling her into him.

She couldn't stop her lips from forming a smile as he buried his face into her neck. She giggled quietly, her hands placed on his chest. "Stop it," she whined, not wanting him to do such a thing.

Taehyung inhaled deeply, the notes of her sweet perfume entering his nostrils. "Mm, and you're wearing my favorite perfume too?" He mumbled against her skin, placing gentle kisses randomly. "You just wanted me to be on you."

The girl laughed before gasping when she felt his large hand fully palm her ass. She pulled away from him just enough to slap him in the chest playfully. "We're in public!"

His eyes locked with hers, with a smirk playing on his lips. "So?" He questioned as he pulled her close again, resuming to litter her neck with kisses. "No one's looking anyway. They're too distracted by your beautiful art."

He continued until he reached her favorite spot, a moan parting from her smiling lips. His hands couldn't get enough of her, feeling her up as if it was the first time. Kiara's eyes fluttered shut, biting back moans that wanted to escape her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Taehyung," she whined again, partially out of want. It started to feel so good that the world began to melt away. "Someone will see."

Someone cleared their throat. "That's true."

Kiara's eyes shot open, quickly pushing the man in the midst of giving her a hickey off of her. He groaned as his back hit the pillar wall while she turned around. Her cheeks flushed with heat, embarrassment promptly replacing the arousal. She saw familiar ice-blue eyes playfully glaring at her. The petite woman pushed her long, ginger hair off her shoulders as she cocked an eyebrow at the two—disapproval flooding her features.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Hello, Aimee," he said, greeting the woman for both of them.

Aimee huffed, glancing at the man. "Taehyung."

He stood up from the wall, kissing Kiara's temple. "Lemme get us something to drink." He shot one last glare to Aimee before walking off.

Aimee shook her head. "I don't know how you put up with him and all the PDA." She grumbled, her heavy New Jersey accent ringing through Kiara's ears while she glared a hole into the back of Taehyung's head.

Kiara straightened out the smooth material of her dress. "You get used to it," she smiled softly to herself. "Plus, I kinda like it."

"Ugh," Aimee rolled her eyes as she folded her arms over her chest. "Seems like he'd fuck ya right there with an audience." The girl pointed her index finger to her open mouth, making a gagging sound while Kiara laughed.

"You're so dramatic," Kiara smiled while shaking her head. "But what's up? Is everything going OK?" Aimee was at every event Kiara held. She was her art dealer, providing guests with the information needed to purchase a piece. She would only come up to the artist if something were awry.

"Oh! Everything is fucking fantastic, honestly." Her eyes lit up with excitement as she bounced on the balls of her heels. "I think this might be your best collection yet."

Kiara sighed in relief, placing her hand on her chest as it fell. "Thank you. If we can get everything sold tonight, I'll be set." Aimee looked at the girl, her brows furrowing momentarily before releasing. "Taehyung and I have been looking for a bigger place."

Aimee's lips turned down into a slight frown. "A bigger house? Has he even talked about getting a ring yet?"

Kiara's shoulders dropped, her hand pinching and rubbing at her fingers. She sounded just like her best friends and every other friend in Kiara's life. "I know," she sighed. She glanced down at her left hand, where her ring finger was aching to be adorned with something. "It's so backward, but a one-bedroom isn't enough. He needs an office space for work. So, I'm hoping the ring will come soon after once we settle into a new place."

She looked at the girl, a sad smile replacing her frown. "Well, it's only been four years, right?"

Only. That word ran circles in Kiara's head.

It's only been for years.

You've only just moved in with each other.

You've only just started dating.

The word was growing tiresome, especially in the conversations about Taehyung. Everyone had an opinion about her and her relationship, but no one dared to say anything straightforward about it. She was sick of only.

Kiara nodded slowly, which only caused Aimee to sigh. "He'll come around, doll, don't stress it." She assured with a soft smile, gently patting the woman's shoulder. "Lemme get back to my job so you can get that house." After Kiara gave Aimee a small smile, she walked off. She almost bumped into Taehyung on the way out, the two quietly cursing at each other before continuing their path.

He returned to Kiara with a smile, handing her a glass of champagne. "All good news?"

She grinned at the man, feeling warm despite not sipping her drink yet. "Amazing news."

As the night continued, the two walked around together. They always had a hand on each other somehow, whether it was Taehyung's on the small of her back or Kiara's hand being swallowed by his. She adored this. It made her feel safe—feel wanted. He had to let everyone know she was off the market and was his. As if a shiny diamond ring resting upon her left finger wouldn't have done the same. Taehyung struck up conversations with random people, small-talking them like the extrovert he was. During each conversation, she would glance around, finding something to fill her attention while they spoke of things that didn't matter. Every time, her gaze would meet the blonde.

Their eyes lingered for longer than what was appropriate. Why was he looking at me? She thought while she fidgeted with her fingers. Or was he staring at Taehyung?

"Love," she said as she turned her gaze to Taehyung. He has just finished up a conversation with an elderly couple. "How long have you known Jimin?"

"We grew up together, and were best friends."

The girl's eyes went wide. Despite four years together, Taehyung rarely talked about anything before his college years. It was optional to dwell on past things, even though Kiara would've loved to know everything, from how he scraped his knees while learning to ride a bike to his first love.

"We even went to college together, out here," he continued. "But our crowds were completely different. He got along with the nepo babies since he basically is one, and I got along with the art kids. I remember us bumping heads quite a bit." He let out an amused chuckle.

"Oh," she frowned slightly.

"Like he didn't have to brag about going to Spain," he blurted out. "Not all of us can drop our responsibilities and take off on vacation for a year."

"A year?!" She repeated as her jaw dropped.

"Mhm, basically had his parents pay for the whole trip." There was a fire behind his words. He's been tight-lipped about his friendship with Jimin, and finally, it felt amazing to let it out. "I'm surprised he's not rotting from the inside out."

Kiara pouted a bit, never hearing Taehyung speak so harshly about another. "Well, maybe it was a birthday gift?" The blonde couldn't be that bad, even if she got a taste of that quick-witted mouth earlier. He could've just been having a bad day after all.

"He left in March, babe, and his birthday is in October."

Her mouth formed a small o before she chewed on her lower lip gently. "So you're not gonna catch up with him?"

He looked ahead before glancing down at the girl. "I am," he said with a shrug, "I would rather hang out with a nepo baby than my coworkers." Kiara let out a half-hearted snicker as he pressed a kiss to her temple. "It would be a good opportunity to get out of the house since someone says I need to make friends."

"You do!" She looked at him, brows furrowed and nose slightly scrunched. "I feel bad leaving you home every girls' night. I want to know you're having fun and not rewatching the same three movies."

"They're good movies!" He argued with a smile as the girl shot him a glare. "But I hear you," she stretched out the last syllable as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "So I will try for you, OK?"

The girl smiled, leaning up to touch their lips together briefly. "Thank you." She hoped they could work past their differences and become friends. She knew the man wanted to go out and experience things, but he longed for a set group to do that with. Sometimes, rekindling a relationship was more manageable than starting a new one.

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romanestuffsposts · 1 year

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Your page is my favorite and I absolutely it and think you are so sweet! 💕💕💕

If it’s not too much trouble can you write a sticky’s little princess accidently cuts herself on something while she’s struggling to stay big and ends up needing stitches? 🥺🥺🥺

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you so much for everything! ❤️

I hope you like how i turned it, sweetie <3

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Warnings : blood, little reader cutted herself, scared, angst, mention of blood (not detail), hospital, doctors, stitches, cries, pain, mention of shapes

Pairing : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : ⤴️⤴️

A/N : I didn’t edit it so I’ll do it later, maybe tomorrow lovers. Enjoy!

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It was a long day, you love working, you love what you do for a living but sometimes even what you love can be overwhelming and that's the case today. Maybe you didn't slept well and were tired all day without really being award of it, maybe something happened and affected you without you noticing it, or maybe it's something else but whatever it was it got you tired and upset

You were even scared to drive back home, your attention on the world around you wasn't the best after work and you were scared you will be too distracted. You decided to call a taxi to go home safe. You'll call another one tomorrow morning to go to work and you'll take your car to go back home.

You sigh and throw your bag on the couch, you kick off your shoes and go upstairs to remove your work clothes. You grab Bucky's long shirt and Steve's jogging, the most comforting clothes you ever wore. You go back downstairs and even if a good and warm bath following by a nap make you the puppy eyes, you decide to start dinner so your men can relax and eat when they get back home after work in two hours

You may had a long and tired day, but maybe theirs were worst so you'll do that for them.

You get out the vegetables and the pans you need for cooking. You put water in the first pan and make it at boil while you put butter on the other but wait for the vegetables to be inside to boil the second pan. You grab a long and huge knife and start cutting the veggies.

You can't help but smile as you look down at the carrot you're cutting. When you were on the taxi, you remember looking out of the window and you saw a little boy smiling as he ate a carrot shaped like a dinosaur. He looked so happy. Your mother used to always make your food better. When you had to eat something you don't like at all she changed the shape to make it funnier or she putted something on it so the taste would've been better.

You gasp and hiss when you feel a huge pain in your hand. You let go of the knife and grab your wrist. You're breathing start to get heavier and louder, panic starts to make its way in you. You don't want to look down at your hand but you have to.

You slowly lower your gaze and let out a sob at the amound of blood you see on your hands and around it. Your hands are trembling from the shock of the wound, the deep wound. You start to go toward the staires to go in the bathroom but from the shock you feel dizzy. You help yourself with the things who are around you like walls or fournitures.

The blood fall down on the ground making it more risky to walk. Because you're still in shock, you don't hear the front door opening and the voice of you Daddies walking in the house. You keep making your way to the bathroom.

Bucky closes the door behind him and removes his shoes. He frowns when he doesn't see yours beside the front door like they ususally are. He walks to Steve to ask him where you could be if you weren't at home but he stops himself when he sees him walking and benching to grab something

"the little devil" he laughs as he grabs your shoes from the ground. Bucky relaxes and chuckles "why am I surprised ?" He chuckles as he watches Steve putting them beside theirs at the entrance. "she probably takes a shower, right now"

Bucky sats flat on the couch and hums "maybe we can join her ?" he chuckles smirking as he looks down at his phone. Steve lets out a loud laugh at that and nods "that could be awsome" he sighs as he rests his hands on the top of the backrest of the couch. He looks down at Bucky "but she had a hard week because of her father so maybe she needs this time alone a little" Bucky sighs but nods "you're probably right"

"I'm always right" Steve smirks making Bucky laughing "shut up"

Steve walks toward the kitchen with a silly grin on his lips. "grab me some water!" Yells Bucky from the living room. "yes boss" Steve mumbles as he opens the fridge to grab a snacks. He frowns when he doesn't see the veggies he brought the other day. He was sure they didn't ate it, maybe he's wrong

He turns around to grab the bottle of water but his frown quickly disappears as he gazes the counter of the kitchen. He lets go of his snack and walks to it. His gaze doesn't only fall on the veggies but on something red too. He looks up and sees Bucky chuckling at something on his phone, he looks at his right and sees drops of blood. His eyes fall back on the counter and they widen at the knife

Without losing a second, he runs up the staires and runs around the rooms to find you. Bucky looks up toward the noise of his husband as he runs toward the staires and frown "Steve ?" He stands up and walks upstairs

Steve runs inside the bathroom and is relieve to see you there but it doesn't last long. He rushes to you "Baby" he calls and grabs your cheeks to make you look at him. Your eyes fall in his and your swollen face from the cries is hurting him. "Baby what happened ?" he asks looking at you

You sniff and shake your head "Papaa" you cry. His eyes soften and he gives your forehead a kiss "it's okay, baby. It's okay" he reassures you "i'm here, you're not alone. Let me make it better, tell Papa where it hurts, sweetie" he calmly says as he strokes your cheek

He may sound calm but deep inside him, he is the complet opposite.

You cry and slowly show him your hand. You flinch away when he goes to grab you and shake your head. It hurt too much, you're too scared to be touch

He shushes you "i won't hurt you. I'll never do something who might hurt you, never. Do you trust me ?" he asks looking right into your eyes. You weakily nod and show him once again your hand

He quietly hisses and as he gazes the palm of your hand without touching it. The last thing he want is to make you more hurt or more scared than you already are

He stands up "come with me" he grabs the hand who aren't hurt and was about to pull you up when Bucky walks in the bathroom "jesus Steve. I looked for you in the whole house, why did you run like that ? Are you crazy or what ?" he says rolling his eyes "I knew you wan- Oh My God!" he squeals when he sees the blood on you. he rushes to you and ignores the glare of his husband. he knows that squealing isn't the best way to make you relax and feel safe but it came out of his mouth before he could stop it.

"What happened, little one ?" He says kneeling infront of you. Steve rests a reassuring hand on his shoulder and shake his head telling him it's not the moment to ask something like that.

Bucky sighs and stands up. Steve takes back your hand and Bucky helps you standing up. Your legs are still shaky from what happened so walking without help is hard

"we'll had to clean it so we can have a better look of the wound. After that we can decide what we'll do to help you. Are you okay with that ?" Your Papa asks as you all stand at the bathroom's sink.

Your big and teary eyes look up at him "hut ?" your voice cracks at the thought of hurting again. He tilts his head to the side and looks at you still with a lot of concern in his eyes "Yes it will. It will hurt once the water touches your injury but Daddy and I are here to help you through that. We'll make sure it won't last long. We promise"

You whine and shake your head "No. Don wanna" you start to squirm qo they'll let go of you "pwease" a few tears run down your cheeks

"Baby, look at me" Bucky says and turns your head toward him "look at me while Papa puts your hand under the water. Think about a moment we had all together who made you happy. Look at me and think about it" he says and rests your forehead against his "did you found our moment ?" he asks after a moment and you nod following by a sniff "good" he kisses your nose and looks into your eyes "are you ready ?"

You whine but nod and hide your face in your Daddy's chest. You don't want them to see you while you cry from the pain. You need to hide

You feel the water falling on your hand and after some seconds the pain starts to come back but more intensely than earlier. Your Daddies shushes you and reassures you while you bite your lips.

"it's over, sweetie. It's over now"

You look back at your Papa and sniff. Your Daddy tighten his arms around you while your Papa smiles down at you "you did so good, sweetness. We're so proud of you, you did a great job" he says kissing your tears away.

You give him a weak little smile and he sighs in relieve. He kisses your lips. Your Daddy lifts you up and carries you downstairs. He sits on the couch and rests you on his laps. Steve is quick to sit beside you and he takes your hand in his

They could've look at your hand in the bathroom but it was hard enough for you so they decide to look at your hand in a comfy couch, in a place where you feel good and safe

Steve peers up at Bucky and in one look they know what the other think and what they have to do.

Steve gets up and goes grab your shoes and your coat. He grabs his and Bucky's at the same time. He helps you putting your shoes on and your coat.

Bucky stands up with you in his arms once everyone is ready and they walk toward the car.

With one look of your wound they knew they had to go to the hospital. Someone needs to take a look at your injury

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"The wound is deep. She needs stitches. She also had a nlood pressure drop at the time of her injury so we'll take a close eye on her and we'll see if she need to stay here for the night or no" Bruce says to your daddies

Bucky sighs and closes his eyes. They weren't prepared to here that. They knew you needed stitches but they didn't know there were more things behind what happened

"thank you Bruce" Steve grabs Bucky's hand "can we stay with her ?"

He nods "yes of course. You can follow me" He leads them to the room where you are waiting.

You want to stand up when you see them, they were gone for a long time and you were scared. You need them beside you all along. Bucky shakes his head at your attempt to get on your feet "stay sit, beautiful. We're coming to you, not the other way around" he gently says

You sit back down and Steve grabs your unharm hand and squeeze it "you see Bruce there ?" he points the man who is preparing something. You nod and look back at your Papa "He'll help you get better but for that you need to be a strong and good girl. It will be uncomfortable but you'll get better after this. We're here and we won't leave you. You'll feel us beside you the whole time"

You shake your head "don wanna hut" you say and Bucky nods "we know baby and i swear to you it's the last part. After that you'll get a lot of cuddles, a lot of kisses and a lot of rest. Deal ?"

Your head is toward the floor but your eyes peer up at your Daddy "wit nack and catoons ?"

Bucky smirks down at you while your Papa laughs "with snacks and cartoons, yes" he says and you nod even if you still don't want to do it.

Bruce comes back to you with a lot of stuffs in his hands which isn't ease your stress. He sits on a chair infront of you and takes your hand. Your Daddy grabs your chin and turns your head toward his "you'll feel a little pinch in your hand but after the pain will go away for a time. Are you ready, honey ?" Bruce asks

You look into your Daddy eyes and slowly nod. Bucky sees your eyes watering and his fingers find your back and he gently strokes it.

You let out a cry when you feel the sharp going in your wound. You want to pull your hand back to you but you can't with your Papa's hands and Bruce's hand holding you still.

Bucky whispers sweet words in your ear while Bruce starts to stitches your hand. You feel things but it's not really pain. It's something weird you never felt before.

Before you know it, Bruce bands your hand and gives you a lollipop for your courage. You gladly accept it but look at your daddies before. They nod their head at you so you grab the sweet and put it in your mouth immediatly

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"let us see again" Bucky says with a smile as he looks at you. You pull your hand out of under the cover and show him your bandaged hand. He and Steve smiles and praise youonce again for the way you were today.

"We're so proud of you."

"We never could have handle that.

"You're so strong"

You giggle and hide under the sheet to hide your blush from them. Steve and Bucky laugh at how adorable you are. Bucky's fingers find their way to your side and wiggle all around. You laugh and squirm under the couch while your daddies smile down at you

They're happy to hear your laugh after everything that happened tonight. They missed your laugh, even if it was just one day without hearing your sweet laugh, it was still too long. They can't live without hearing you

Your head plops up from under the sheet and you're silly grin is still on your lips. Bucky chuckles and pulls you against him. He wraps his arms around you and you hide your face in his warm and safe chest.

You feel your Papa's body behind you and his hands going around you "we love you, sweetness and you make us proud every day" He kisses the back of your neck

You're comfy, and warm in the only place where you feel safe. Between your daddies and their praises and comfort

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dcmeme · 6 months

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Batfam as Tiktok audios/Vines part 1

Inspired by my response to the very true words of @daminette-56 on the jealous issues of one Selena Kyle over a certain Wayne.

Also it keeps autocorrecting Selena’s name for some unexplainable reason so it’s an ‘e’ for now and not Sel.ina.

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Bruce: You know, you’re the most jealous woman I know.

Selena: You know other women? 😡

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Dick: You ever wanna talk about your emotions TM?

Jason: No🤷

Tim: I do!😁

Dick: I know David😑

Tim: I’m sad 😞

Dick: I know David😑

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Dick: Let me see what you have 🤨

Damian: A KNIFE😃🔪

Dick: NO😯🏃‍♀️

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Jason: All women *pulls out lightsaber* are 👸🏻✨queens✨👸🏻

Kate: *pulls out saber* If she’s breathes 💨She’s a THOTTTT💥

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Alfred: *After dealing with children all day* Two shots of vodka 😁💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧

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Stephanie: *screams*

Duke: AH! Stop! I coulda dropped my croissant 😡

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Dick: *random backflip* 🤸🏻‍♂️ I’VE BEEN DREAMING OF A 💕💋TRUE LOVES KISS💋💕

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Bruce: You know what you’re in time out😠 Get on the fridge! Get up there!

Jason: This house is a F*CKING NIGHTMARE! 🧗

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Damian: *stares at his father for the first time*

Bruce: 😅Uhm…

Talia: 🤨

Bruce:…… Wanna beer?🍺

Talia: HE’S FOUR!🤬

Bruce: I DON’T KNOW WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH HIM?!

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Bernard: OBJECTION YOUR HONOR!

Tim: what is it?

Bernard: 💋

Tim:… 🧑‍⚖️OVERRULED.

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Duke: 🎤SHE’S A BEAST 😤 I CALL HER MAMA😊💕

Dick:…that’s not the words.

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Selena: I saw you hangin’ out with Kaitlin yesterday-

Bruce: 😮Rebecca! It’s not what you think 😰

Selena: I won’t hesitate b*tch 💥🔫

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Damian: I just miss the 90s.

Colin: Oh yeah we’re you born?

Damian: 2004.

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Talia: *Trying to hype up her son after Ras yells at him for not choosing to be his successor again* If your name is junior and you’re really handsome come on raise your hands 🙌 🎵🎶🎵🎶

Damian:… *grins and raises*

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Dick: *in princess pajamas*Hey *munch munch* 😏I want to be ✨Famous✨

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Alfred: Stop before I take away your toys.

Tim: *crying*

Alfred: Imma take away your wifi.

Tim: *silence*

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Bruce: YOU GONNA WORK HARD?

Duke: Sir Yessir!

Bruce: YOU GONNA BE COMMITTED?

Duke: Sir Yessir!

Bruce: Than jump down that hole.

Duke: *rubbing his shoes, a gift from Cassandra and bites his lip* I dunno captain I just got these J’s they fresh out the box 📦 👟

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Kate: Hey I’m lesbian 🏳️‍🌈

Cassandra: I thought you were American 🇺🇸 ❓

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Duke: we’re getting pulled over!

Jason: Quick! Put these on *pulls out Camo suits*

Jim: license and regi- what the 😨 Nobodies here ⁉️⁉️⁉️

Jason and Duke: *opens doors and dances out*

Jim: Who opened the- DEVIL CAR 😱 DEVIL CAR 😭

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#batfamily #batman #batfam #bruce wayne #dc comics #dc robin #dc universe #richard grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #duke thomas #stephanie brown #alfred pennyworth #vines #tiktok #comedy

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amgpb-animatedgirlies · 3 months

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WELCOME TO THE

💕ANIMATED MAIN PROTAGONIST GIRL BATTLE💕

Or AMPGB

@amgpb-animatedgirlies because I did it wrong

These are the brackets!

Battle Lineups are listed below the cut. Round 1 will be starting soon! Keep it up girlies💕!

BRACKET 1

Ruby Rose (RWBY) VS Bloom (Winx Club)

Tulip Olsen (Infinity Train S1) VS Madeline (Madeline)

Princess Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) VS Princess Unikitty (Unikitty!)

Juniper Lee (The Life and Times of Juniper Lee) VS Blue (Blue’s Clues)

Molly McGee (The Ghost and Molly McGee) VS Angelina Jeanette Mouseling (Angelina Ballerina)

Bluey Christine Heeler (Bluey) VS Reggie (Twelve Forever)

Raven Queen (Ever After High) VS Tuca (Tuca and Bertie)

Bertie (Tuca and Bertie) VS Doc McStuffins (Doc McStuffins)

Maisy Mouse (Maisy Mouse) VS Eliza Thornberry (The Wild Thornberrys)

Maya (Maya and The Three) VS Carol (Carol and the End of The World)

Samantha Simpson (Totally Spies) VS Lunella Lafayette (Moon Girl and The Devil Dinosaur)

Princess Tiabeanie Mariabeanie de la Rochambeau Grunkwitz, AKA Bean (Disenchantment) VS Princess Rapunzel (Tangled: the Animated Series)

Clawdeen Wolf (Monster High Gen3) VS Ms. Frizzle (The Magic School Bus)

Hilda (Hilda) VS Cybersix (Cybersix)

Grace Monroe (Infinity Train S3) VS Dora (Dora the Explorer)

Adora (She-Ra and the Princess of Power) VS Draculaura (Monster High Gen2)

BRACKET 2

Jenny Wakeman, AKA XJ-9 (My Life as a Teenage Robot) VS Blossom (The Powerpuff Girls)

Kim Possible (Kim Possible) VS Iris, AKA Princess of Ephedia (LoliRock)

Anne Boonchuy (Amphibia) VS Barbie Roberts (Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse)

Bee (Bee and Puppycat) VS Fionna (Fionna and Cake)

Luz Noceda (The Owl House) VS Lake (Infinity Train S2)

Cleopatra (Cleopatra in Space) VS Zuri Love (Young Love)

Strawberry Shortcake (Strawberry Shortcake 2003 Series) VS Sabrina Spellman (Sabrina the Teenage Witch: The Animated Series)

Princess Star Butterfly (Star Vs The Forces of Evil) VS Mandy (The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy)

Frankie Stein (Monster High Gen1) VS Harriet M. Welsch (Harriet the Spy)

Penny Proud (The Proud Family) VS Marinette Dupain-Cheng, AKA Ladybug (Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir

Pomni (The Amazing Digital Circus) VS Will Vandoom (W.I.T.C.H.)

Ruby (Max and Ruby) VS Kipo (Kipo and the Age of the Wonderbeasts)

Princess Sofia (Sofia the First) VS Avatar Korra (The Legend of Korra)

Miko Kubota (Glitch Techs) VS Jane (Jane and the Dragon)

Aja Tarron (3Below) VS Carmen Sandiego (Carmen Sandiego)

Sharon Spitz (Brace Face) VS ENA (ENA)

ANIME BRACKET

Utena Tenjou (Revolutionary Girl Utena) VS Violet Evergarden (Violet Evergarden)

Usagi Tsukino, AKA Sailor Moon (THe Adventures of Sailor Moon) VD Liena Vance (Queen’s Blade)

Ahiru (Princess Tutu) VS Amu Hinamori (Shugo Chara!)

Fuuko Izumo (Undead Unluck) VS Ichigo Momomiya (Tokyo Mew Mew)

Eva Wei, AKA Molly (Ōban Star-Racers) VS Mizu (Blue Eyed Samurai)

Lina Inverse (Slayers) VS Atsuko Karagi, AKA Akko (Little Witch Academia)

Akame ga Kill (Akame ga Kill!) VS Maomao (The Apothecary Diaries)

Yona (Yona of the Dawn) VS Aino Megumi, AKA Cure Lovely (Happiness Charge Precure)

Keep it up girlies💕!

#girl #tumblr tournament #animated girlies #cartoon #anime #miraculous ladybug #announcement #ever after high #hilda netflix #infinity train #girl nostalgia #nostalgia #nostaligiacore #she ra adora #kipo and the age of wonderbeasts #bluey heeler

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normal-thoughts-official · 1 day

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You are getting me intrigued about Bladeweave, and i want to know your thoughts on:

A) Do they get a pet together? (The correct answer is yes)

B) Do you imagine them like, in a specific Bladeweave universe, or like canon-ish one, but like after the Hell Trip?

C) Do you think Tara and Wyll team up to make sure Gale doesn't forget to take care of himself and then Tara teams up with Gale to do the same to Wyll?

D) What do you think Wyll's father thinks of Gale?

Also feels weirdly nostalgic to be on your asks

omg hiiiii beloved. first of all finish the damn game 🔫 second of all damn i missed your asks 💕

in order:

A) they get a frankly ridiculous amount of pets but neither of them will admit it because they're the "they're not my pets, i just feed them" kind of mfs. i mean, that's canon on gale's end but we all know wyll is just as bad if not worse with the whole "hm actually animals are fully fledged individuals who belong to no one but themselves and only a tyrant would wish to conquer them and reduce them to something to be owned and,"- bullshit.

(also, honestly? after being called a pet and a pup by mizora for so long, the last thing he wants is to be reminded of her. and considering how in wyll origins he says his biggest fear is to become the devil he was made to look as, i think it'd be highly triggering for him to say anything at all that sounded like it could've come from her mouth, even in a completely different context. so, no, he'll never have "pets", he'll have loyal animal friends whom he feeds and takes care of and who live with him and always come back to him but they're not pets how dare you)

gale is more of a cat/tressym person, and of course tara is gale's friend first and foremost and wyll and her mostly bond over their love for gale. wyll however has no discrimination when it comes to species and i mean none. he'll show up at the tower or wherever else they live all like "hey gale so hear me out" and it's just as likely that he'll have a cat, a dog, a pigeon, a horse, or a crocodile in tow. gale just sighs and goes magic up whatever sort of specialized environment their new tennant will need because he knew what he was getting into when he married Literal Disney Princess, got-speak-with-animals-as-a-cantrip-out-of-a-devil-deal Wyll Ravengard. those are mostly wyll's friends (not pets, the dekarios-ravengard household is completely pet free, ignore the first 10 levels of the tower) but they also get along well with gale too. he makes them tea when they to to their area upstairs for a chat or whatever

B) usually the canon universe, yes. i mean it's fully possible to have a canon run without ever even meeting karlach so it's not like i'd need a fully fledged AU if I didn't wanna include the going to hell part (plus other ending possibilities im not spoiling you about). but also i feel like gale is the kind of stupidly self sacrificial mf who would go to hell with wyll and karlach if that's what it takes, both to be with his love and because karlach does deserve to live and be safe. and he knows that he can help try to look into arcane solutions for her heart. and if anyone understands having a ticking time bomb in their chest and needing support to grow back hope that you'll be able to live without it being a risk, and deserve to, it's him. wyll's saved him from his own time bomb; he would never deny karlach the same sort of redemption, especially when she got in that situation through no fault of her own

so, yes, i can imagine him joining them, even if not 24/7, and trying to help with her heart before they come back. and then we can have bladeweave and karlachzel (? what's their ship name called man) or Fucking Whatever lol. i mean part of the appeal of wyllach to me is that i feel like it makes 0 difference whether it's platonic or romantic, so i can see a platonic helping each other in hell before we can go back to our respective baes sort of situation

C) duh. tara and wyll have a whole routine they've executed to perfection for when gale is having a bad depression day, or a bad back/joint pain day, or an orb flare-up day, or whichever other flavor of disabling situation gale faces (semi-)regularly. tara is both relieved to have someone else to take care of him (both so she gets room to take care of herself as well and just from knowing that no matter what, someone else has gale's back) and pleased to see that, at least as far as depression days go, gale has been having those less and less. not because true love cures all or whatever but because now gale has a significant support network with all the tadfools, plus with the orb stabilized he doesn't have to fear going out, seeing his family, and making friends anymore. nothing is perfect or cured but slowly and steadily he's been building the kind of support net that allows him to breathe and keep himself alive more easily, you know

as for wyll's own disability days, tara is kind of slow to trust and even slower to show said trust. naturally she would always be there to support them both when wyll needed, if anything because it mattered to gale. but it was mostly supporting gale while he supported wyll at the beginning, because she was still wary of anyone who could potentially break her wizard's heart and make him even more fragile

also, he kind of waltzed into her house and then started bringing dogs. yuck.

but wyll is nothing if not explicitly and selflessly loving of gale and completely polite and respectful of tara's boundaries, which means he earns her love faster than any other humanoid ever has. so at first she was kind of tsundere about it - trying to hide her concern when wyll was having PTSD episodes by being kind of focused on gale, being a bit snarky (although never in a mean way), that kind of thing. over time though she fully gave up on pretending and became very involved in helping him. nothing like having a tressym purr to help pull you out of a flashback, or having someone to pet during a depression day, etc.

she is also one of the few people who always keeps in mind that wyll is not, in fact, fully sighted. whenever they go somewhere new or something changes in the layout of the tower she always helps him figure out clues to make up for his lack of depth perception while he's getting used to the state of things. gale also has a tendency to clutter and leave his stuff everywhere when he's particularly invested in a subject so she always makes sure to point out to wyll if there's anything in his path. especially when they're in waterdeep, she always takes the lead when they're walking through crowds, helping make the way so wyll won't bump into anybody by accident. with gale she's more of a supportive friend/housemate but with wyll she goes full on service animal without him ever asking. neither of them ever say anything about it but when she starts doing it wyll knows that he is, officially, part of the family. and most of all, loved

(and they take care of her too, of course. with food and pets and help when she's in pain or sad too. gale is aware that he put quite a heavy load on her when she was literally the only thing keeping him alive after the orb, and wyll is endlessly thankful to her for making sure he was cared for during that time. so they make sure she has all the resting and support she needs, and she is, quite frankly, the most spoiled tressym in the sword coast. wyll also went to ridiculous lengths to make sure everything in their tower was accessible for a non-opposable-thumbs-haver, especially the wizardy stuff because tara is, as gale said, a fine wizard on her own right)

also, sometimes she kneads the bases of wyll's horns when they hurt or feel particularly heavy, physically or emotionally, and it's really cute

D) difficult one. i kinda struggle to imagine ulder having a good relationship with any of wyll's partners, considering he... like... didn't even have a healthy relationship with wyll lol. so he'd probably be distant and kind of strained, but as far as partner choices go, i feel like gale is some of the best he could be hoping for among the tadfools. he is smart and can be charming, and he thrives with older people tbh. ulder wouldn't be a fan of the fact that he's the wizard-living-in-a-tower stereotype and has never really gotten his hands in the mud, so to speak, but gale is respectful, polite, interesting to talk to, intelligent, compassionate, and honorable and ethical to boot, which i think ulder would see as more important. also, he obviously loves wyll, and there's not much more ulder can ask of a partner, especially after he himself failed to provide wyll the love he needed for so long

so i believe he'd like him, although they'd never really be close. the real question though is what gale would think of ulder, because while i think he would be nothing if not polite to him, especially since he knows how much he means to wyll, i also think gale would be playing 5d chess to subtly insult his parenting skills at every opportunity. he is way too nice to be explicit about it but the way he keeps going for the softest, most subtle and hidden of stings, can be more devastating than calling him a bitch. ulder will suddenly realize that two weeks ago gale implied that he was a dumbass, and given that he only noticed that afterwards, he feels like he was probably right. it keeps him up at night sometimes, trying to figure out if gale lightly insulted him or was genuinely just commenting on the weather. the fact that it drives him mad only makes it all the more satisfying to gale. wyll has no clue this is happening at all

this got long and far too detailed but I won't apologize cuz what did you expect really. anyway i love they

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #wyll ravengard #gale dekarios #tara the tressym #tara bg3 #bladeweave #ask #confused-inalltheways-human #overflowing trashcan #long post

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