#anything i could wish for on a birthday candle i’ve already found in those like bre and kels and ali and all of you wonderful people!!!!

[hatchetsfield-arch]

y’all look at my birthday cake! do you think if we sing the summoning instead of happy birthday the lords in black’ll appear

[xtrafluffyteddy]

18th birthday

Pairing: Eddie munson x reader

Mentions: character death, a little mourning, happy ending though!

Imagine you finding out your pregnant after eddie had died in the upside down

When you found out you were pregnant after Eddie had perished in the upside down you were besides yourself you contemplated a lot of things, but ultimately decided to keep the little one when uncle Wayne said he’d take the both of you in after your parents had kicked you out.

After that it was years of trial and error and constantly telling your son about what a brave and great man his father was anytime he had asked about him. You worked three jobs to try to save up enough to get an apartment for you and Ozzy. Thankfully steve was always by yours side to take care of Ozzy when the shifts would run long or you got suddenly called into work, it all paid off in the end though when you were able to get a nice two room apartment just outside of Hawkins.

Years flew by it seemed, Ozzy grew more and more to resemble his father with his long brown hair and tendency to get himself in trouble with his active imagination, there was only a few differences between them really like Ozzy had to wear glasses something he inherited from you and though he decided to grow his hair out long he shaved the sides to give himself a more punk look. You supported him no matter what.

You had been decorating for his 18th birthday with the help of Steve and the kids who were now grown into fine young adults, you couldn’t help but pinch their cheeks like you did when they were little, must be the mom in you that couldn’t resist.

You hung up a huge banner that said happy 18th Ozzy, you stand back suddenly overcome with a small sadness that Eddie wouldn’t get to see his little boy become a man, you caress the guitar pick around your neck the same one he slipped on you the day you lost him.

“Ozzy is coming!!” Dustin shouted from the window snapping you out of your trip down memory lane, everyone hid in their designated spots as the sound of jingling keys could be heard unlocking the door and in walked Ozzy who looked tired from school.

“SURPRISE” you all jump out and scream Steve shooting off some of those confetti poppers as you hug your son who had grown taller than you “happy birthday baby boy” you smile up at him pinching his cheeks before leaving a loud squeaky kiss on his forehead “mommmmm I’m not a baby anymore cmon” he whined half heartedly but smiled none the less before turning to everyone “thank you uncle Dustin, thank you uncle Steve this looks kick ass” he looked around beaming with joy at the homemade cake on the table and a big box leaning against the wall that said don’t open till your 18th on it.

“Don’t thank us thank your mom she just dragged us here to do all the hard work” Dustin jokes patting Ozzy on the back. Your son turns to you hugging you tight “thanks momma your the best” you rub his back feeling over come with emotion “anything for your sweetheart” you pull away and usher him towards the table.

You light his candles smiling as Steve turns off the light and all of you sing happy birthday to him. “Make a wish sweetheart” you squeeze your sons shoulder gently sending him a soft loving smile already knowing what he’s gonna wish for “I wish I could meet dad just one time” he whispers softly to himself blowing out the candles.

You take a deep shaky breath but smile none the less as you turn away “now I know I can’t bring back your dad no matter how much witchcraft I try” you joke lightening the suddenly somber mood “but I’ve been saving this ever since you were born it was your dads when he was in a band and now it’s yours Oz” you gently lay down the large box on the table after moving the cake.

Ozzy looked at you then back at the box feeling a thrum of excitement having seen that box hidden in your closet for years. He rips open the wrapping paper and opens the box to reveal Eddie’s prize guitar, and immediately tears well up in his eyes as he looks up at you. “Mom I- but-“ he begins voice watery “it’s yours sweetheart” you whisper reassuringly kissing the top of his head.

When he picked it up and immediately started playing you smiled knowing that if Eddie was here right now he’d be proud of the young man your son had become.

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secretive (shane madej x reader)

requested by anon “Could you do a Shane Madej x reader where he thinks the reader is cheating on him with Ryan. Like they whisper things to eachother and stop when Shane enters the room, they text all the time and hang out without Shane a lot. He ends up snapping at the reader about it but it turns out they were actually planning a suprise for him.”

summary shane madej has never been an insecure guy. but when it comes to you, that side can come out to play.

gif cred belongs to @ryanbergara​

shane was rarely insecure. he had learned to become proud of who he is, lanky limbs and all. but of course, there was the occasional slip up--especially when it came to you.

when shane first met you, he was smitten. your dorky personality, stunning beauty, and unrelenting kindness drew him into you instantly, and he chased that feeling to the ends of the earth. and now, almost a year and a half into your relationship, he could honestly say that he has never been happier.

but of course, those pesky insecurities come out to play sometimes.

shane had volunteered to do coffee run that morning before filming unsolved. when he came back to the office where he had left you both, he saw you two sitting unbearably close at the desk, talking and smiling and ignoring everyone else in the room setting up for the shoot.

trying his best to brush it off, he entered the office and gave you both a smile. “caffeine time?”

you leaned away from ryan, clapping excitedly. “caffeine time!”

he gave a wide grin at your cheeriness and grabby hands, handing you the order he had memorized on your first date. 

you stood up from the desk and giggled, “you can have your seat back. i gotta get back to work.”

“alright, have fun,” shane smiled. you gave him a quick kiss before skipping off to your workplace. after shane settled in his seat with his coffee, he said to ryan as casually as he could, “what were the whispers about?”

ryan gave him an entirely unconvincing confused look. “what whispers?”

“between you and y/n,” shane explained, motioning to the door you had just exited through.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” ryan said, shaking his head at shane. before shane could press any further, you came back into the office.

“sorry,” you giggled. “forgot my phone.” you snatched off of the small table and then pointed to ryan with a serious expression. “text me, bergara.” and then you left, just as quickly as you had come.

ryan looked up from his prepared manila folder to the camera crew, not daring to glance at the unintentionally glaring shane, and spoke, “are we ready to roll?”

..

“who are you texting?” shane teased when he entered the living room to see you curled up, smiling at your phone.

“just ryan,” you shrugged. that didn’t sit right with shane.

“you two seem awfully close lately,” shane tried to comment nonchalantly. but if he implicated that anything was wrong in his tone, you didn’t notice. you just giggled as your phone buzzed with another text. shane took a sip of his tea with a frown.

after a while of smiling at your phone, you moved over to cuddle with shane as he watched a show on netflix.

you placed a kiss on his cheek as you draped yourself over him. “i love you.”

that did lighten his heart a bit. “i love you, too.”

..

ryan and shane got lunch together many days of the week. then he would come back to the office, pay you a visit in yours, and get back to work. but today, ryan had a different idea in mind.

“why don’t we eat with y/n today?” the shorter man proposed. that unsettled shane a bit. supernatural beings were nothing to him, but a guy taking invested interest in his girl friend as of late? that rattled him.

shane excused, “she’s usually busy during our lunch.. but we can check.” he shrugged. “no harm in that.” and though his thoughts betrayed his words, he led the way to your office.

you were on the phone when shane peeked in. you waved him in as you spoke, “it’s alright, lea.” you tapped your pencil against your desk as the boys filtered in. “yeah, just send it and we can edit and complete. it’s no problem. just relax and enjoy a day off, girl. of course. see you.” you hung up and gave the boys a smile.

“what was that about?” shane asked, coming closer to your desk to give you a quick kiss.

“was that the girl who hasn’t shown up for the past few days?” ryan asked, taking the seat across from your desk.

“yes,” you groaned. “im trying to be patient with her, she’s using some sick days so i can’t really get on her, but did she have to take off in the middle of this project?” you let out a huff.

shane was slightly bothered that ryan knew more about this than he did. but instead, he asked, “would it comfort you at all if we had lunch with you today? or is this girl taking up your schedule?”

you grasped his hand in yours. “please have lunch with me.” you reached out your hand to ryan, who laughed as he took it. you squeezed both of their hands, though shane’s lips were now tightly pursed. “this morning has been insane.”

“we got you,” ryan nodded with a grin that you returned sweetly. when you looked up at shane, he quickly changed his expression into a grin. he felt his jealousy rising second by second during the entire lunch.

..

shane had just walked into the breakroom to see you and ryan laughing as you poured yourself a cup of tea. “that’s actually not a bad idea, bergara. where’d you come up with that one?”

“i’ve got so much in this noggin, you don’t even know, l/n,” ryan responded easily, making you laugh again. shane still hadn’t been noticed, but he felt as if his heart was beating so loud that he surely would be.

“but yeah, shane stays late every thursday,” you continued, “so if you came over right after work, we should be able to get it all done and shane wouldn’t even know!”

“im a genius,” ryan praised.

“that you are,” you agreed, holding your cup out. he clinked his water bottle against it and you both turned to the door. shane was long gone.

..

you had stayed a little bit late that day, and so shane was stuck pacing your shared apartment as he awaited your arrival home, thinking of what to say.

his blood boiled as he thought of the implications of the past couple of weeks. you and ryan were definitely planning something. and with how close you two were lately, it was probably something that shane, your boyfriend, would not care for at all. and if his thoughts were right, then had this happened before? is he only noticing this now? he couldn’t even begin with what he needed to say to you.

you were the most important thing to him. from the moment he met you, he knew he had to be with you. and now that you could be cheating on him with his best friend? his heart was pumping and aching in his chest, and he didn’t know whether to be angry or sad.

when you opened the door, his head immediately shot up. “hey,” you smiled. after you closed the door behind you and took in his frantic state, you asked, “something wrong?”

“we gotta talk,” was all he could manage as he shook his head.

you furrowed your brow as you slipped off your jacket and dropped your bag. “okay..?” you stepped toward him. “what about?”

but your innocence just seemed to frustrate him. “i know about you and ryan.” you stopped in your tracks, but he didn’t dare glance at your reaction to his words. he was worried about what he’d find there. “i heard you guys talking in the breakroom earlier about meeting up when im not home, and how you two always text lately, and you’re always.. touching and..” he took a breath. “i know, y/n.” he finally looked up at you to see your face frozen in what seemed to be shock and concern. you stepped closer to him.

“shane, what?” he stood his ground, arms crossed as you moved in front of him. “shane, no.. no, i love you so much, i would never cheat on you.” you placed your hands on his arms and looked him dead in his eyes. but his expression remained stone.

“why should i believe that?” he spoke lowly.

he wished he hadn’t seen your heart break in your eyes. “shane, ryan and i are your best friends, we wouldn’t dare do that to you. we..” you let out a sigh through your nose and removed your hands from his arms to fish your phone out of your pocket. you unlocked it and handed it to him, revealing the texts between you and ryan.

scrolling up, he found:

boogara, 12:38pm okay, this might be a stupid question..

y/n, 12:42pm i love it already, do tell

boogara, 12:44pm alright do you think it would be at all possible to get balloons custom made as characters from the hotdaga?

y/n, 12:45pm OHMYGOD I LOVE IT WE ABSOLUTELY CAN IM LOOKING INTO IT RN

boogara, 12:46pm shane better appreciate this idea as much as you do when his birthday comes around

y/n, 12:48pm ryan, that man will celebrate harder than he’s ever celebrated before

boogara, 12:49pm he better

shane didn’t know what to make of that as he handed his phone back to you.

“we were planning a surprise party for your birthday,” you sighed, tucking your phone back into your pocket. “that’s why we’re so.. secretive.” you twiddled with your hands nervously. “but i guess not anymore.” shane didn’t know what to say. you looked up to him sadly. “you thought i was cheating on you..?”

shane’s heart burned with guilt. softly, he spoke, “i did, yeah.” your frown deepened. “but not because i don’t trust you,” he explained, taking your hand in his. you looked to your hands instead of his desperate eyes for a moment. “but because i just..” you looked up at him, and the words spilled out, “i don’t know, im just always in awe that i get to be with you and... i guess i got scared that maybe you thought i wasn’t good enough for you, because god knows im not.”

“shane,” you said softly, placing a hand on his cheek. “you’re perfect for me. ryan is definitely one of my best friends, but he doesn’t hold a candle to the love i have for you.” he offered you a short smile. “i only have eyes for you, dork.”

“im sorry,” he whispered. you pulled him in for a tight hug.

“i am, too,” you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. “will you still act surprised for your birthday..? ryan’s pretty proud of himself.”

“i’d do anything for that little guy,” he sighed, pulling away from you to gaze at your sweet smile. “let’s go watch drunk history.”

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[flowesona]

Wicker Man - yandere! jungkook x reader

so my child @babeejk​ wanted a y! sugar daddy jungkook, and i live for nothing if not to fulfil her jungkook obsession so here we are. 

word count: 2.1k

pairing: y! jungkook x gn! reader

Most people (Y/N)’s age would spend their Friday night partying, hanging out with friends, trying new things. But (Y/N) was spending the best days of their life entertaining a young, rich CEO who would no doubt dump them for a new pretty face in a few years.

Jungkook was a sweet gentleman. Always made payments on time, and usually never pushed the boundaries. But there were instances where his hands crept a little too far for (Y/N)’s liking, or his grip on (Y/N)’s arm got a little too tight in the presence of his friends.

He was peaceful enough that Friday night, having ordered takeout for the two of them and put on a movie. Clearly, he needed the company of (Y/N) more than their body as most of their previous sugar daddies had coveted.

With (Y/N) placing their plate down onto the coffee table and relaxing into his arms to watch the movie, it was almost like they were dating. Jungkook didn’t dare push this idea often, happy to stick to the simple domesticity they had as if they were already in love and nothing needed to be said.

He pressed a kiss on the back of (Y/N)’s neck, enjoying the fleeting feeling of his lips on their skin. 

“You seem tired, baby. Want to go to bed?” The film was reaching its climax, but (Y/N)’s eyes were barely able to stay open.

“Mmmmm.” They replied, not protesting as he lifted them like a bride and carried them into his room to rest on his king sized bed.

(Y/N) had allowed a gentle smile to settle on their lips, their eyes having drifted closed. Jungkook settled himself beside them, feeling equally as at peace.

“I wish every night could be like this.” He mused allowed. “Would you like that, baby?”

(Y/N) was only his for two nights a week - Fridays and Saturdays, wherein he would often have them stay for the night.

“Mmmmm.” (Y/N) gave an ambiguous grumble as he hooked his arms around their chest to spoon them.

“Really? I can’t wait, baby. I love you, so much.”

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The morning after, (Y/N) woke up to an empty bed. Unusual, considering that Jungkook loved to wake up beside them and talk in the morning. Brushing that aside they stood up and padded out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

Jungkook was seated at the counter, glasses perched on his nose and his laptop in front of him next to a steaming cup of hot water (allegedly, it had health benefits but (Y/N) had never understood it).

“Good morning, baby.” Jungkook had a bright smile, beckoning them to join him at the counter. (Y/N) followed his instructions, hopping onto the stool beside him and leaning on his shoulder in a move they knew he adored.

“I’ve been working hard for you this morning, baby. You know, I want to get this done as soon as possible so we can be together.”

“That’s good.” (Y/N) hummed in reply.

“How do you feel about the moving company getting there at two today? That’ll give us time to have lunch on the way.” Jungkook ran his hand down their arm, soothing them as he noticed how they tensed up.

“What?” 

“So you can move in, baby. Of course, you don’t have to bring everything here and I’ll be more than happy to buy anything extra you need-”

“Wait, wait, wait a second.” (Y/N) breathed out slowly. “Moving in?”

“We talked about it last night. You agreed, didn’t you?” (Y/N) scrunched up their nose, trying to recall the conversation but drawing a blank.

“No, I never agreed to that. And I never would. It’d break the terms of our contract.”

Jungkook had such a sincere look of hurt in his eyes that it tugged at (Y/N)’s heartstrings.

“We don’t need that contract, baby. We just need each other. You know I’ll give you anything you want, right?” 

“And what I want… no, what I need… is for some space. This is just my part time hustle, I still have college and a life outside of this. I want to keep it to two days a week, otherwise it’ll blur the lines between you as a sugar daddy and you as a boyfriend.” (Y/N) tried not to let their irritation show as they spoke.

“Fuck the lines, (Y/N)! We don’t need any of those labels, I just want you to be mine as much as I am yours!” Their companion’s grip on their arm had grown tighter to the point that his nails started to draw blood. Realising this, (Y/N) pried his hand away and stood up.

“I’m sorry if I’d misled you. But I’m not looking for that kind of relationship with you, I’m just looking for strictly business. If this doesn’t work, maybe we should end this.” 

Jungkook stared at them incredulously.

“Well…” He bit his lip, deep in thought. “Fine. Life will go on, I guess. I’ll call up the moving company and cancel it. Let’s not end this beautiful thing we have over a silly argument.”

(Y/N) nodded, although they had a horrible feeling in their stomach that it was not the end of the conversation, and Jungkook would stop at nothing to get his way.

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(Y/N) had chosen to make Thursday a ‘me’ day. They cooked themselves breakfast and lunch, did some online shopping and applied a face mask. They had zero intentions of visiting anyone else, when all they wanted to do was de-stress from life.

As they were lighting a candle and listening to some Beethoven, a shrill alarm rang out.

‘Huh. They don’t normally hold the drill today.’ (Y/N) shrugged, waiting for it to cease. However, it didn’t stop.

After a few minutes, (Y/N) grabbed their phone and stepped outside, only to see people hurrying down the stairs. 

“Hurry! Fire!” One of her neighbours yelled, jogging past them. 

Their eyes widened, but sure enough they could see smoke curling throughout the air and they knew they had no time to lose. Leaving their apartment with only their phone in hand, (Y/N) followed their neighbours down the stairs and out of the building, standing on the pavement as they watched the flames licking at the building and smoke billowing out of the open windows. Soon enough there were fire engines on the scene and ambulances to deal with the people who’d inhaled too much smoke. 

(Y/N) found themselves sitting on the pavement, numb with shock. To think everything they owned was going up in the flames was terrifying, even as they saw the firefighters doing everything to minimise the damage. 

“(Y/N)! Baby!” Their state of shock was broken by someone yelling their name, and suddenly they were pulled into a tight hug.

“Baby, thank god you’re okay. I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened to you.” 

“Jungkook?” (Y/N) instantly recognised the voice. “What- How-”

“I was in the area when I heard about what happened. I came as quickly as I could.” Jungkook pressed a kiss to (Y/N)’s forehead. 

“You need to rest. Come back to my place, okay?”

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(Y/N) had ended up staying there far longer than intended. Their apartment had been completely wrecked by the fire, since it had started on their floor. Every possession of theirs, gone so quickly, although of course Jungkook insisted on replacing whatever they wanted.

Jungkook seemed to be very much content with their prolonged stay. In fact, he’d been working from home for the first few days to make sure they were settled in and not feeling too lonely. (Y/N) would sit with him in his home office, since they didn’t really have much else to do, and scroll on their phone until he inevitably called them over to cuddle with him. 

The young man had become progressively bolder with his skinship, never holding back from pressing kisses to their neck or holding them a bit too tightly to his crotch. They hadn’t done ‘it’ yet, but with how he was acting it was only a matter of time. 

They were just sitting together, (Y/N) scrolling through instagram and Jungkook answering some emails when the desk phone rang. Jungkook reached around them to answer it, holding it to his ear for a few seconds before putting it back down.

“Your nintendo switch has just been delivered. I need to go down to the lobby and sign for it. Are you okay waiting here for a few minutes?” Jungkook pouted, as (Y/N) nodded in reply.

He pressed a kiss to their cheek before standing up.

“Don’t miss me too much, baby.” He smiled before leaving. 

(Y/N) let out a breath they didn’t realise they’d been holding in whilst he was there. But now, they were bored as ever. 

A chime rang out, and (Y/N) found their attention drawn to Jungkook’s phone, sitting there innocently. They reached over and picked it up, only seeing a text from his mother asking about dinner plans next week. But they noted how he’d changed his lockscreen to a picture of them, from a few nights ago when they’d accompanied him to a formal event and he’d asked one of his colleagues to take a picture of them together.

(Y/N) suddenly had something to do. They set about trying to unlock Jungkook’s phone, first trying their fingerprint and face ID but to no avail. Then, realising that he had a numeral password they tried typing in a few dates - his birthday, his parent’s anniversary. Then, out of sheer boredom and with only one attempt they tried their own birthday only for them to be granted access to his lockscreen.

‘Jeez, he needs to get a life if he’s that whipped for me.’ They sighed, as they scrolled through his phone. Nothing was particularly out of the ordinary, until they checked the photo gallery, to be met with tons of pictures of them. Screenshots from social media, snaps from their ‘dates’, selfies with them fast asleep in his arms. It was enough to make (Y/N) shudder with fright.

Another message popped up.

‘I need the other half of the payment, sir, or I will be contacting the police.’

(Y/N) clicked on it, expecting business talk only to be met with something else entirely. Fear settled in their stomach as they scrolled up through the messages.

‘(Y/N) has been evacuated outside, doesn’t seem to have been hurt.’

‘Someone’s called emergency services, but the fire should spread far enough that (Y/N)’s apartment will be damaged.’

‘I’ve started it, it’s spreading quickly.’

It didn’t take a genius to realise what had happened. 

(Y/N) dropped Jungkook’s phone on the floor in shock, standing up immediately. They’d walked right into his arms without hesitation, they’d played into his plan perfectly. Jungkook always got what he wanted, no matter the cost.

‘I have to get out of here.’

(Y/N) started for the door, only stopping to tuck their phone into their pocket. They were just by the entrance to the penthouse when they heard talking outside.

They knew they had to hide, but it was too late. 

Jungkook burst through the door, accompanied by a stern faced delivery driver carrying a large box. This was subsequently placed by the door and he made a swift exit, avoiding (Y/N)’s existence the entire time.

“Ah, baby I missed you. Here, come and see what I bought for you.” Jungkook beckoned to them, but one look at their face told him he’d read their mood entirely wrong.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He cooed as he approached them. “Tell me, and I’ll fix it for you.”

“Get the hell away from me.” (Y/N) snapped. Jungkook froze. “I know what you did. What the hell is wrong with you? I could’ve died in that fire?”

His face became stern.

“I would never have allowed that to happen. I just wanted to give you a little push to move in with me, that’s all.” 

“You’re insane!”

“And you’re too stubborn to progress our relationship!” Jungkook bit back. “Can’t you see how hard I try to make you happy? Is that not enough for you to love me?”

“I never want to see you again.” (Y/N) huffed, trying to show past him only to be caught in his iron grip. 

“You’re not going anywhere.”

(Y/N) struggled, but Jungkook’s determination was stronger than their body weight.

“Maybe I am crazy, baby. And you know what that means?” He leant in close, so (Y/N) could feel the warmth of his breath. “You never know what I’m going to do next. So don’t try me unless you want to get burnt.”

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The Nice One-Fred Weasley x Muggle!Dursley!Reader

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Requested by anonymous: 'I have this idea about Fred Weasley falling in love with Harry’s muggle cousin. a dursley. Maybe y/n and Harry were always really close and she obviously knows all about magic. She’s the only person, Harry actually loved and trusted as a child and that didn’t change when he found out he was wizard so there really close, he sees her as a sister. Maybe he wants to introduce her to ginny because Harry wants her approval. And reader ends up liking Fred, and Fred likes her back.'

Characters: Fred Weasley x Muggle!Dursley!Reader, Harry Potter x Muggle!Dursley!Reader (cousin), Weasley Family x Muggle!Dursley!Reader (platonic), Hermione Granger x Muggle!Dursley!Reader (Platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Mention of neglect/child abuse, lots of fluff

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Sitting back in a plastic chair, I looked out of the huge window of the coffee shop, sighing as I realised it had started to rain. I never minded the rain really, but it had been like this since May, with no sign of a proper English summer in sight. Harry returning to the table with two mugs of tea distracted me, and I smiled as he set them on the table, sitting opposite to me.

“It feels like ages since we did this.” I said, blowing over the top of the tea.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I’ve not called or contacted you in any way recently.” he apologised, casting his eyes down.

“Harry, you don’t have to be sorry for anything.” I reassured him.“You’ve been making your life in...well, your world. We’ve all grown up, had to get used to becoming adults and such. Though it is a shame we haven’t seen each other for over a year.”

“Year and a half actually.”

“I wasn’t surprised when you invited me here though. Of course, this is under better circumstances. I’m not having to drag you out of the house to avoid my parents.”

“No, this is much nicer.”  he chuckled.“How are they by the way? I was able to see Dudley last month.”

“They’re fine, same as always. I don’t see them as much as I should, though I do call them often. Sometimes it’s hard you know, especially after all that’s happened in the last few years.” I took a sip of tea, finally able to start drinking it.

Harry seemed hesitant to speak again.“Actually, I was wanting to ask you something.”

“Yeah?” 

“Do you remember me talking to you about a girl called Ginny?”

“Ooh, has my little cousin fallen in love?” I was teasing until I saw the genuine smile on his face.“Wait, Harry, do you really like this girl?”

“W-well...I h-have for a while, we actually told each other our feelings when, when other things turned serious. And it’s been going good between us, really good, which leads me to my question.”

I was confused as to where this was going, but waited for him to carry on.

“I was wondering if you would come meet her?”

“You want me to meet her?” I excitedly repeated. 

“Yeah,” he smiled back,“there’s going to be a birthday party for me at her family home. She’s a Weasley.”

“Wait, isn’t that the last name of your friend Ron?”

“It is.”

“You’re dating your best friend’s sister?”

“I’ve already talked about it with him! Do you remember I stayed with him over that summer, and I wrote to you from there?”

“The Burrow!”

He nodded.“They’re more than happy to have you there.”

“Of course I’ll come Harry! For now, you have to tell me everything about this Ginny girl.”

The party was two weeks away, and I could not contain my excitement as it got closer and closer. Although Harry had told me much about the wizarding world, he was the only wizard I had ever met (unless I counted that giant man that had tracked us down when Harry first found out he possessed magic, though there weren’t any introductions), and I was extremely excited to meet more of them. Would they constantly be using magic? Would they just conjure up food and drink? And would they be comfortable with me there? I knew that Harry wouldn’t leave me alone unless I was one hundred percent comfortable with everyone.

It was surprising that Harry hadn’t become irritated with me on the day of his party. He was coming to pick me up, and I had greeted him with an over excited tone, setting off a party popper which made strings of confetti land on his head. I had never been able to celebrate Harry’s birthdays publicly, always sneaking into his room or under the cupboard to give him a small present and a hug to wish him happy birthday (once I was earning my own pocket money, or sweetly asking dad for a few pounds, I would buy him cupcakes as a birthday cake, stashing away sweets for him after he saw how much we were given). Dragging him into my flat, I demanded he close his eyes, dashing in and out of the kitchen with a stupid grin on my face. Counting down from three, I giggled as Harry opened his eyes, smiling when he saw me holding a cupcake with a candle in my hands.

"You didn't forget."

"Of course I didn't. Is it...is it alright?" I became worried, wondering if I had brought up bad memories.

"No, no, I actually missed this. It was one of the things I looked forward to each year."

He blew out the candle, sighing when I urged him to close his eyes and make a wish. Harry then pushed me to get a move on, his eyes widening when he saw me pick up two presents with wrapping paper, as well as a smaller one on top. I walked past him before he could say anything about them, handing him the keys to lock up.

As we turned up at the infamous Burrow, I couldn't help but stand back in awe. It was like nothing I had ever seen, and although shabby looking, very put together, it had some sort of charm to it, it was so different to other houses. Harry had already taken a few steps forward, stopping when he noticed me not move.

"(Y/N)?"

My eyes snapped back down to him."Oh, sorry."

"It's going to be fine." he said, coming to stand beside me.

I just nodded, walking next to him and standing back when he knocked on the door. A short woman opened it, squealing with excitement when she saw Harry, and as she dragged him in for a hug, she playfully scolded him for knocking, claiming that he could waltz in whenever. Staying outside, I poked my head in, still holding the presents in my arms. I watched as Harry was engulfed in numerous hugs, everyone wishing him happy birthday as well as joking and laughing with him. It shocked me. The only time I saw him this happy was when I was able to cheer him up as kids (and that was extremely hard to do when he lived in the hell hole I called home), but a sudden wave of emotion attacked me, I was so happy to see him being treated right.

"Everyone, this is my cousin, (Y/N)." Harry interrupted my thoughts once again, gesturing for me to step inside.

Sheepishly walking in, I held onto the presents a little tighter, smiling through the awkwardness. There were so many of them standing there.

"Here, let me take those from you love." a man who seemed to be the dad offered, placing the presents on a nearby table. Now I was out in the open.

"So this is the decent one?" one of the younger lads said to break the silence.

"Ronald Weasley, you mind your manners!" the woman scolded him."Don't mind him dear, it's lovely to meet you. Harry has never stopped talking about you."

"He's right though," Harry said,"this is the nice one."

"It's nice to see that Harry stayed in such a lovely place, and with lovely people."

Really (Y/N)? That's the first thing you come out with?

"Oh what a sweetheart." the woman gushed."Believe me, they look like angels, but they don't act like one."

Harry soon broke us into a general conversation, attempting to introduce me to everyone. This family was so different to mine. It felt more loving, as if they didn't hate to be around each other all the time. They included each other in every conversation, they laughed together, joked around with each other. And they also included me.

We were sat around a long table, squeezed amongst one another with food and drink laid out. I had Harry one side of me, and his old friend Hermione on my other. I believed that she and Ron had romantic connections, but I was hoping she would shed some light on Harry's love life, as Ginny was sat beside him.

"They've only recently become public. Everyone knew that they were together, it was bound to happen. But we all acted surprised anyway." Hermione and I giggled, drowned out by the sound of everyone talking.

"Oh bless him, he seemed very happy when he mentioned her. That's why he invited me actually, he was wondering what I would think about her. They don't seem to be able to keep their eyes off each other."

"Someone else seems to have their eyes on someone." she smirked.

I followed her eye line, seeing one of the twins looking in our direction before averting their gaze. I had remembered that they were each wearing the same jumper but with different colours, thankfully making it easier to tell them apart. It had been Fred looking my way, and I hated that I was blushing already; no one had looked at me like that for a long time.

"I'm sure that was nothing." I mumbled.

"If you say so." I heard Ginny say, making me whip my head round to her. She was leaning forward to look at me, and I saw Harry holding back a laugh.

"Come on, I haven't even spoken to him."

"Maybe you should. Perhaps this was meant to happen."

Molly stopped all chatter across the table, standing up to announce that it was present time. Heaps of presents were pushed down to our end of the table, Harry was shocked by how many there were, but stuck right in. After thanking all of the Weasley’s for their sweet presents, especially Ginny. With my presents left, I felt all eyes on me, nervous as to what they would think of my gifts.

One was a collection of books he read when he was younger (until my brother got angry at him and ripped out the pages), the other was two shirts I knew would look nice on him. The last present was a photo book, which I had had personalised; on the front it said ‘Harry’s Memories’, in a beautiful swirling style of writing. The toothy grin on his face fell slightly, and I began to panic again. Everyone waited for him to open the book, a slight tension in the air. Harry slowly opened the book, reading the message I had left for him in his head. It entailed fond memories we had, and how proud I was of him for setting out to school by himself, and how many times he was brave enough to put himself on the line for his friends and family. Turning the next page, a breathless laugh left his lips when he saw the photos I chose. Unfortunately there weren’t many of us together, or of him in general, but I had raided our old cameras back home to find any photos I had taken of him without my parent’s knowledge. After flipping over another page that turned out to be blank, he looked up at me, as did everyone else.

“It’s blank so that you can fill it. I knew you wouldn’t want memories of home, just...just me I suppose. But I’m sure you’ve got better memories to put in there now.” I shyly explained.

“This is amazing, thank you (Y/N).” Harry said, hugging me tightly.

“The pictures aren’t moving?” Ginny questioned.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.“Your pictures move?”

Once dinner was done with, along with a round of singing as the birthday cake came out, we all broke off into smaller groups. This would have given me an opportunity to speak to Ginny, I had a strong feeling that she was absolutely perfect for him, they seemed well matched, but I still wanted a chat at least. However, Harry had stolen her away, and it wasn’t the right time to intervene. As I thought about who to talk to, Fred walked up to me, leaning against the kitchen counter top as I was.

“Thought you looked a little lonely over here.” he said, but it wasn’t in a cocky way, he was being genuinely kind. 

“Thanks.” I laughed.

He smiled.“I-I didn’t mean it like that.”

I looked up at him.“No I know what you meant. I was actually thanking you.”

“Ah.”

There was a moment of silence as neither of us were sure what to say next. Suddenly, something popped into my mind,“You know, I’ve seen you before.”

“What?”

“When you came to rescue Harry, in your flying car. I was in my room, but my room was next to Harry’s, so I could just about see you and your brothers.”

“That was so many years ago.”

I nodded.“I just remember how shocked I was when I saw the car, but also how relieved I felt when I saw Harry get in there. I was in trouble for not going to my parents straight away though.”

“You don’t sound like a typical Dursley at all.”

“I suppose I’m not. I was never the favourite, for some reason Dudley was. But I was so focused on keeping Harry somewhat happy that it didn’t matter. I just got good results at school, made friends and kept the biggest secret in the world.”

“It is slightly strange having a Muggle about.”

“How do you think I feel? The dishes are doing themselves over there!” I gestured to the sink where there was a floating plate and sponge. He laughed at that."That would be so useful to have at home, especially after a long day."

"So," he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning towards me,"what do you think about our families combining?"

I took a sip of my drink, following his eye line to Harry and Ginny."I can't express how happy I am for him."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. And I'm not just saying nice things because Ginny is your sister. Harry had a long talk about what happened in the past, he's mentioned her, well, all of you, a lot. You've all been able to give him much more than I have."

"That's not true. Harry has expressed multiple times how he didn't know what he would have done if you weren't there for him."

"Seems like everything has worked out perfectly in the end. It even feels right me being here."

"I can agree on that."

"Even if I'm a Muggle?"

"Can't say that's the first thing I noticed about you."

My eyes widened slightly, slowly looking down into the content of my cup."Fred, if I didn't know any better, I would say you were flirting with me."

"Thank god you noticed, thought I might have to start using pick up lines."

"You still can if you want to."

"Nah, think I'll save that for a first date."

"If you're asking, then the answer would be a yes."

"Well, glad that's been sorted."

I giggled quietly, trying not to show how much I was enjoying this."Do I get to find out where you're taking me?"

"If I'm honest, I wasn't sure if I would get this far."

We laughed together, catching the attention of his parents who were with Hermione and Ron. We quietened down, finding it hard to hold back on giggling. Before we could even continue speaking, Harry was approaching me, and I knew he wanted to find out what had happened since he left me alone.

"So, uh, what are you two talking about?" Harry failed to play dumb.

I rolled my eyes, placing a hand on his shoulder."OK, whilst you interrogate my date, I'll go talk to your girlfriend. Sound like a deal?"

"D-date?"

"Don't act like you weren't listening. Relax Harry, this is your party after all."

I heard him sigh to Fred as I walked away."You two are going to be trouble, I just know it."

[plush-rabbit]

Hand In Unlovable Hand

Word Count: 2.9K

A/N: it’s his birthday and what kind of stan would i be if i put nothing out, love ya lots bbs (slight mention of dadgiri because i love him)

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It’s a day Tomura doesn’t want to recall. If he were to be honest to himself, he doesn’t think he’s ever remembered a good birthday for himself. A part of him even thinks that this day is all a lie told by Sensei, that his birthday is just another false, the day that he was reborn as Tomura Shigaraki, the day that Tenko Shimura had died. The thought leaves him with a bitter taste in his mouth. He doesn’t want to think that- he wants to believe that there was a moment of truth, of some twisted care that he allowed the young boy he found alone and scared to keep his day of birth. 

Even as a young boy- before everything bad happened and was taken from him, before he was truly and utterly alone- he doesn’t think he ever had the proper birthday that was advertised on television. He can recall blurry memories of cake- a pale color with white colored frosting- the flickering glow of the candle and the singing that was happy, the balloons that were tied to chairs and the too tight elastic that was digging into his skin. He can remember his father, the hand, once heavy and overbearing, touching his back oh so softly, fingers that curved over his young shoulders the tight smile that he gave him as a child as he blew out the candles. As a boy, he relished the touch, fell asleep with his hand covering the same shoulder, tears in his eyes as he thought that it might be different now, that maybe the house that his father built wasn’t going to be so wretched. But now, his jaw tightens and there’s a lump in his throat. He’ll never admit the emotions that swirl in his aching body.

Even with Sensei, he never had a true birthday. It was gifts given to him but only after he had done something that was worthy. Even then the gifts were given to him when he was older, when the memories had faded, when the growing intensity for- for something to happen had finally boiled over. The most he ever had that resembled a present was when Kurogiri would bring in a simple cupcake- a light colored brown topped with blue frosting, little shapes of stars acting as sprinkles decorating the singular treat. It was a small gift from the older man. It was something that Tomura doesn’t even realize how much he enjoyed now that the tradition was broken.

He lays his head on your lap, body curled and eyes facing towards your stomach, an arm bent underneath his head, fingers curled into his soft colored hair, while the other hovers over his bare forearm, his pinky grazing above your thigh and he simply lies silent above you. He could fall asleep, he’s sure you think he’s already asleep. He’s been silent for so long, still and breathing deeply, never muttering a single word- not even when your legs begin to shake under him. He wonders if you’re cold. He shifts, inching closer to you until the tip of his nose is millimeters away from your stomach. It’s safe with you. He feels safe with you. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to do anything for your birthday?” You ask softly, your hand coming to the side of his head, fingers curving over him, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. 

“Villain, remember,” he reminds you immediately. He regrets having you learn his birthday. It’s not the fact that you want to do something with him, it’s the fact that you want to do something for him. You actually want to celebrate a day around him, you want to give him a gift, you want for him to be given something without something given to you in return. Your hand pauses in the massaging of his scalp and he swallows the lump in his throat. “I just want to be here with you right now.” He doesn’t want you to leave him. He doesn’t want the thought of you walking away stuck in his mind. He wants you in front of him, he wants you below him- stationary and there. 

“Me going to the convenience store isn’t a death sentence, you know.” He can hear the smile in your voice, the lilt at the end of your sentence. His eyes widen ever so slightly. He hates knowing that you know his fears. “I can pick up a few things, come back and we can watch a movie.”

A date. The same date that you both have had for the past odd time that you’ve been together. How long has it been? Time has been so muddled, that he can't even remember. Is this a hint to change up the repetitive dates? To have something different happen for a change? 

“On what?” He decides to humor you for a second, to let the emotions that cling onto his body like claws lessen. “If you haven’t noticed, I don’t have a streaming service and you’re too cheap to get one.” Your hand swats lightly at his head and a smile stretches across his face. “Ouch,” he says in scoff.

“I have things to do other than pay for streaming sites.” In the corner of his eye, he sees your hand wave through the air in a circular motion. “Plus, there’s always those sites where you don’t have to pay.” He can hear the giddiness in your voice, your hand interlocking into his hair, the strands spilling between the slits of your fingers.

“Look at that,” he coos out, “I’ve corrupted you.” You laugh and it’s loud and vibrant, your body shaking and it’s joyous laughter that fills the room. His mouth is dry and he wants to kiss you.

“I’ve been corrupted long ago,” you say in a dying laugh, your hand returning to it’s movements as you scratch his scalp. “Maybe there will be hot moms nearby. I’m sure they would be willing to do something for their birthdays.” His eyes turn softer, almost pained as he stares at your stomach. He grunts in response and the pulsing beat in his wrist is echoed into his ear- loud and invasive, it’s never ending, a rhythm that keeps him feeling as if he’ll go insane and grounded all at once. 

It’s silent once more and this time Tomura hates it. His hair falls across his neck, tickling at the sensitive, scarred skin, riddled with patches that ache and scabs that have dried, blood that is dirty and sticks to his skin. You keep your momentum, scratching at his scalp, twirling his hair in the air, letting it fall back into the pale nest of hair. 

“What’s with your obsession with birthdays?” His tongue peeks out and licks at his lips. The question breaks through the silence and your hand pauses, letting the soft strands of hair slip past your fingers and cascade down back onto his head. “I’m fine just being here.” 

Your hands come to rest on his bicep. You’re still, the shaking of your leg coming to a sudden stop and he lays still on you. He lays on your lap, your hands on his body, the scent of your cream light on his nose- vanilla and honey, a scent sweet and forgiving, something he would have never had the privilege of smelling if it weren’t for you. He wants to bury himself into your shoulder and clasp his hands around you, pull you close until he tires of you and the vanilla and honey. 

You’re slow to speak again. Your words coming out in clicks of your tongue, hesitant and unsure. He wishes he had the strength to rise from your lap and walk away. He knows that you would chase after him, that you beg for him to talk to you, that you would ask for forgiveness. He knows you better than you’ll ever know yourself and you know him better than he’ll ever know himself and that’s the sick part of it all. He knows that you’ll promise to never bring it up again, to clutch his broken hand and kiss at the spots where his skin pulls taut against each other, a hand that had never properly healed. He knows that whatever you promise, he’ll nod his head and wrap his arms around you, he’ll keep you close as he always has, he’ll beg for your touch and lean into it like a starved person, he’ll stare at you until his eyelids grow heavy. He would drink a harsh, bitter liquid that burns his throat and reek of all that is sin, and kneel before you, bury his head into your chest and leave it stained with tears. 

Tomura Shigaraki hates himself and he hates that he doesn’t hate you. 

He stares at your stomach and closes his eyes. “I just want to give you something that you’ll like.” Your fingers pitter-patter against his skin.

“I like you,” he’s quick to say. He opens his eyes and he suddenly has the strength to pull away from you. He can feel your eyes on him as he sits beside you, feet planted on the floor, back towards you, hunched over as his hands dangle between his spread legs. His arms tingle like television static, it hurts in everything painful and everything ticklish. He shrugs and his eyes feel heavy with exhaustion. “You’re enough.” You’re more than enough but telling you that would make acid rise into his throat and emotions leak down the curve of his face. He’d cling to you like a child, stain you with everything that he is.

Your knees come into the corner of his eyes. There’s a pale scar at your knee, something from long ago. He likes remembering that you aren’t something from his imagination, that you are real, that you’re a person who exists, who cares for him and wants him to touch your body that he believes to be so good. He wants to keep you real, to never have you be a memory, to never have to worry about you being a dream that he’ll have to wake up from. He wants to be real and he wants to hold your hand in his. 

Your hand curves around his shoulder, your fingers dancing along the soft fabric of the shirt and he narrows his eyes. You touch him and it’s never rough, never intertwined with malice. “I like you too, Tomura.” There’s a swirling dance in his stomach, a remembrance that he isn’t some scarred demon, that he isn’t simply a pawn, that he is a person who is allowed to feel no matter how sickening the emotions are. He turns his head away from you and stares at the floor, a tile that is cracked seems to mock at him. “I want to give you something for your birthday- or do depending how you look at it, I guess- because I care for you. I think you should still have something given to you for your birthday and if I had known earlier, then I would have given you a gift already and you’d be enjoying it.” Your hand slips from his shoulder and he is cold. It curves around his thigh and he forces himself to look back at you with steady eyes. You smile softly at him and he envies the person who you are- the lover, the giver and all that is good. He wants to be held in your arms, to be pulled close and have a cake brought to him decorated in candles and have a song sung to him out of harmony. He bites his tongue. “If I have to be honest, I’m surprised none of the League had planned something for you.” Your eyes narrow playfully and your lips pull into a teasing smirk. “Did you tell them the wrong date?” 

“No,” he breathes out. “I asked them not to do anything-” his eyes dart back to the floor- “I didn’t want you to be dragged into their antics.” You nod slowly and your hand lifts his thigh. He’s quick to grab it, turning his head slightly, holding your hand in his, lowering it back into place. “I wanted to spend the day with you.” 

“Is that so?” You ask in a whisper, inching closer to him, knees bumping into each other and despite the previous intimacy that has occurred between the two of you, the hands that held each other, the lips that have crushed against skin so scarred and soft, the hands that lingered too long, too desperately to be anything more than pure longing, the simple touch of the knee makes heat rise in his body. “Gift-giving would have still had me by your side.” 

He is a broken man and he wants to be alone, to have you pry yourself from his touch and leave the empty man to wallow in his own pain but he cannot. 

“Am I allowed to be honest?” His breath starts to shorten and he wants to claw at his throat until blood dirties his hands and his words are nothing more than confessions of a dying man. You nod your head and he holds your hand tighter in his. “I-” you are warm and you are there for him- “I just want you to be by my side.” His mouth and dry and his words come out croaked. He is a man to be feared, a bringer of death by a simple touch and yet, he is weak when it comes to you, helpless as love and care are given to him. He cares for those he considers family and he’ll claim that he’ll hate it, but he’ll never stop the emotions bubble from deep within him. “You always have to leave. Or I do. Someone- The League likes you, all of them. Toga, Twice, Spinner, Compress, even Dabi. They all care for you so when you visit, you’re whisked away. Or I am. I just want to be beside you.” His hold on your hand loosens. “Just for one day.” 

He doesn’t know what it is. The dying need to be loved, the want of comfort and companionship. You accept him whole, flaws and all, you understand the wall that he places, the protection that it provides. You touch him in all the spots that bruises and blood once touched, you burn him and cleanse him, your lips and words spill onto him, unbreaking and whole. 

It’s everything who he is to care for those that are close to him, but it’s different and all the same with you. He can’t expose the true horrors of what he’s done and what he will do; the ash and blood that has stuck to his body as if it was always meant to be there, as if he was always supposed to hold destruction in his hand.

“Tomura,” you call for him. His eyes meet yours and he wonders what you see in him. Your hand leaves his and his eyes stained with horror and love meet yours. Your hands cusp his face and he swallows thickly, a twitch of his jaw betraying the hidden desire to lean into your hand. “I’ll always stick by you. Thick and thin-” your smile is sweet like candy you once brought him, addictive and leaving him with a craving that could never be satisfied until he indulged in himself- “I promise.” 

One day, he’ll have to leave you or you’ll have to leave him. He knows it. He feels deep inside of him. A broken man destined to kneel at the ground with blood on his body, his sides empty and tears cleaning his ash-covered face. He is broken, raked and repaired, gold that seeps past his wounds and drips onto your hands that are covered with flaws and love. He knows the promise is false, it’s nothing more than a way to quiet him and to secure you further into this relationship. The relationship is fleeting, rushing by, the smiles and love, the embrace and tender kisses, are all that keeps him grounded with you. 

He moves and his lips are on yours and he can hear you gasp. Tears burn in his eyes and he can't breathe. He suffocates himself against your lips, kisses and lets himself drown in you, lets himself drown with you. Your hands fall and he moves closer, kissing until he’s bruising, pressing deep into you until you can feel the soft, raw skin of where he picked at, and he wishes he had the candy once more, that the sugar essence of it coated his lips and he tasted like wonderment himself. He wonders if you know what it’s like to be addicted, he wishes and wants that you’re addicted to him like he is to you. His hands fall and they hold yours. He kisses you until he’s breathing is ragged, pulls you close and looks into your eyes, smiles against your lips and holds your hand until he’s sure that you won’t fade away. Tomura will kiss you with tears in his eyes, begging you to not leave him in his mind as he kisses you with desperation and grief, something so thick in taste that you cling closer to him and he welcomes it all.

[mimiwrites2000]

What Does White Mean?

Chapter ONE / two

(completed)

AO3 ~~

Pairings: Armin x Annie

(side pairings: Pieck Finger x Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun x Hitch Dreyse, Mikasa Ackreman x someone new)

Words count: 3416

* spoilers for chapter 131 and up

Summary:

The ocean lulled them to sleep, and the sun woke them up with mild kisses. Tangled with each other, in their cabin by the beach. After the war ended, they moved together, ever since, they faced obstacles, issues, and misunderstandings. One of them was Armin’s seashells. Stubbornness got in the way, but no matter how much they tried, they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.

He already filled two boxes to the rim. Pieces falling out from them, the wooden edges of the boxes barely holding them in. 

Sea shells in necklaces, bracelets, rings. But nothing was good enough, nothing was perfect.

He didn't know what the perfect one looked like, but he knew that none of them was it.

In his small workshop, that was, in fact, just a tiny storage room before he started this hobby, Armin worked his way through another piece of jewelry.

A seashell with streaks of pink, light as Annie's lips. Dots of sparkling white adorning it, just like the sparks in her eyes.

He put the final touches on the necklace, twisting the clasp in its place, giving it two tugs to insure its firmness, then opened the cabinet in his desk, and pulled out a third box.

Imperfect piece number one went in the third box.

Great.

The storage room— the workshop had a small, triangle, frosted glass window, but Armin didn't like it, it made the small place even smaller. After he moved in with Annie, he changed it immediately, to a clear transparent glass. 

Their ocean-view cabin met Armin’s dreams to the smallest detail; one bedroom, one bathroom, a living room, and a kitchenette were enough to satisfy them and convincing enough to buy it without second thoughts.

He spent most of his mornings either strolling by the beach or in Annie's arms, and his nights by a bonfire or under the sheets with her.

They had their breakfasts on the porch, with the salty wafts drifting with the ocean breeze, the crooning of seagulls their only companion.

Everything seemed perfect.

Except for the nights when he woke up in cold sweat, screams rupturing his lungs, Annie’s hands trying to calm him down, embracing him and running through his hair. Or mornings while Annie took longer in the shower, while he sat outside, listening to her silent sobs.

But they were ok. Armin always hugged Annie when she stepped out of the shower, and whispered that they're ok, they're alive, healthy, together.

They're ok.

But this jewelry crafting thing came out of nowhere. And Armin wished he learnt about it long before.

It was Annie who suggested it, when she saw his seashells collection accumulating to the ceiling, she said he might as well make good use of it. She didn’t specify jewelry crafts, but he found that these delicate shells needed a delicate use.

And there he was, in his former storage room, picking through seashells, twisting wires and knitting in beads.

He had been trying to make her the perfect piece. He still didn’t find the perfect one.

He eyed the two boxes — the newly third one joining them. He never thought about selling them, or giving them to anyone else, or throwing them away…

He wondered why.

Maybe because he clutched onto one seashell for more than four years, and the habit was born with the many nights he spent eyeing it, whether it was in his room at night, or in front of a crystal in an icy cold basement.

Knock knock!

“Don’t come in!” Armin’s words overlapped, he was so immersed in his daydream that the knocks on the door made him jump in his seat.

“I won’t, I promise,” from the other side of the door, Annie grumbled. Armin felt bad, he never let her in his workshop, mainly because he didn’t want to spoil the surprise that he still didn’t figure out, and secondly… well, he wasn’t ready for any judgment on his poor jewelry crafting skills.

“Armin?”

“Y-yeah?”

“It’s getting late, I was wondering if you can… you know, get dinner ready? I don’t feel like burning the kitchen.”

“Oh right,” he got up and opened the door, only to be met with an arms-crossed Annie, a passive look on her face. He didn’t know if she was upset because she was hungry, or because he was, once again, keeping her away from his workshop. “We don’t want a burnt kitchen now do we?” he asked, half jokingly

Annie tried cooking once, on his birthday. She tried baking a simple cake. They ended up with a piece of a circular char, on top of it one single candle.

“I don’t think we have-” the rest of the sentence was swallowed down Armin’s throat when he saw groceries lining up the kitchen table.

“I went out an hour ago, I didn’t want to disturb you, but don’t worry, I checked everything on the list, twice.”

“Ah, yes, thanks.”

Guilt swelt in his guts.

She didn’t want to disturb him…

She was upset with him.

He rolled up his sweater’s sleeves, washing his hands, before he started opening the groceries bags, emptying them on the counter.

Annie on the side crossing her arms.

“What do you want for dinner?” he asked, trying to ignore her glaring eyes by inspecting a head of lettuce in his hand.

“Anything, it doesn’t matter.”

One 

Two 

Three-

“Maybe something fast so you can get back to your small workshop-”

“Okay Annie listen-”

“No you listen!”

The lettuce head froze in his hands.

“You’ve been doing this for weeks! Even- even I don’t know how many months!”

Armin slowly put down the lettuce on the counter, looking down at his feet.

“And you never let me in! Like, ever! I don’t understand why!” she continued, her arms flailing around, before resting on her hips, “every single day, every fucking day you lock yourself up in that room for hours! And I know you’re playing around with your shells but why are you hiding like this?! I’m not gonna pretend that something is not up,” she was pacing around the kitchen, Armin watching her from the corner of his eyes. “I know I’m the one who suggested it, but- but-” she sighed, “even when we go out on the beach, your eyes are always down, searching for even more shells! What is up with you?!”

“Annie-”

“I don’t understand what you’re hiding, I don’t understand why you’re hiding it,” suddenly she stopped, Armin looked at her, “we moved in together, Armin, we live under the same goddamn roof.”

“Annie-”

“What?Annie what? You’re sorry? Keep it to yourself! You’ve already apologized twice before but nothing ever changed,” she turned, and before he could stop her, she stormed into their bedroom.

And he was left alone in the kitchen.

The ocean waves swayed in a symphony, but when he looked outside, all he saw was a dark mass that swallowed him whole.

Armin huffed, he knew this was coming, he knew it so well.

Annie wasn’t wrong.

But she wasn’t right either.

He was doing it for her. He was locking himself up to make her the perfect jewelry.

Armin kicked the heel of his shoes against the cabinet. Thud thud thud. Putting a rhythm to his mind and his thoughts.

Maybe... she was right. She didn’t know what he was doing, she felt left out.

They only have each other.

No one should leave the other in the dark.

No matter what.

Armin pushed himself off the cabinets, and walked towards the room.

He stood at the threshold, watching Annie curled on her side of the bed under the duvet.

He pressed his lips together, but he didn’t dare make a sound, even though he knew she was aware of his presence. 

He sat on his side of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. 

Annie didn’t move.

Armin sighed. He fucked up, and he must fix it. 

He kicked off his shoes, and slithered under the duvet.

His face confronted her back.

One

Two

Three-

She turned around-

“I’m sorry,” they both said at the same time.

Armin bit his lips to stop himself from smiling, while gazing at Annie’s stoic face, with a slight dip between her eyebrows.

They talked, confessed, together at the same time, their words overlapping.

“I know your craft means so much to you-”

“I’ve been leaving you out of this-”

“I don’t mean that you should spend every single moment with me-”

“And I want to spend more time with you-”

Then the last sentence, they breathed it together, “I promise to be a better person.”

Their eyes on each other, blue meeting blue.

Magnetic force pulled them towards each other, capturing each other's lips, hands running over each other's bodies.

Their clothes were stripped and thrown on the floor, while the groceries in the kitchen were left untouched.

~~~

The most valuable times for Annie were these moments when she woke up beside him, heads on the same pillow, skin on skin, under the blankets.

The warmth like an aura around his body made her alive, incomparable to soft rays of early morning sun filtering through the window.

It was so early and everything was quiet, even the ocean fell in a quiet slumber.

Without moving, she checked the time.

There was still a couple of hours before Armin's usual wake up time.

She usually got up before him, went on an extra walk, or maybe a dip in the ocean.

But getting up from bed and leaving this beauty behind would be as bad as a crime.

So she stayed, watching his face. His breath warm on her face, his lips slightly parted, bangs ruffled on his forehead. Mildly, she caressed them, brushing them off his forehead. Before she cupped his cheek, and she held the world and the sun and the ocean— all together in her palm.

His eyelashes fanned upon his closed eyes like sun rays. She tilted her head up, and kissed his eyelid, soft, like a feather.

Armin was a light sleeper, the last thing she wanted was to ruin his sleep.

A cold breeze wafted through the window, Annie shivered. She noticed Armin hunching his back, he must be cold as well.

She inched closer, cautious, wrapping her arms around his frame, over his shoulder, nesting her head on his chest. The warmth radiating off his body relaxed her muscles, and in those moments, deep inside, something would stir in her, feelings she wasn’t aware she would experience one day.

Arms wrapped around her, and she tensed, did she wake him up?

She peeked up at him, he was already watching her, his eyes barely open.

He tried to speak, but no voice came out. After he cleared his throat, he tried again, “Good… morning.” his voice deep, hoarse.

She rubbed her feet against the mattress, “Did I wake you up?” she whispered.

He squinted his eyes, deep in thought, “If I said no?”

“Good.”

“And if I said yes?”

Annie runs her tongue on the inside of her teeth, “I can make it up for you.”

At that, Armin props himself up on one elbow, raising an eyebrow, beckoning her to continue.

With one finger pointing at his chest, she said, “I’ll make you breakfast.”

He snorted, the voice vibrated through Annie’s body, and she had to swallow.

“No,” was his simple, predictable answer.

“Your lose,” She said, swinging her legs off the bed, but before she could stand up, arms wrapped around her, rolling her in bed.

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Breakfast time was long gone, so, after Armin went through the groceries from the night before, he made a light meal for both of them. While he cooked, Annie watched him, sitting on the counter, her legs swinging.

She enjoyed watching him cook, muscles of his arms flexing as he cut tomatoes, brushing his bangs away from his face, wiping his hands on the towel.

By that point she could blindly sculpt a statue of his body.

He also enjoyed catching her off guard, catching her eyes every now and then. When they first moved together, she would blush furiously and avert her eyes, but now, even though she still blushes, sometimes she would pay him back with a sudden kiss, or sometimes she would dare him with more than a kiss.

It was the privilege of a peaceful life, the result of going to hell and back, tolerating an agonizing pain for years.

A slow-paced life, where everything was in place, everything was right.

They reached the end of the labyrinthine, they might as well celebrate their victory.

Post afternoon, and after a meal with their legs tangled under the table, they strolled along the shore.

Annie never imagined that she would settle down in a cabin by the beach, every day the seagulls waking her up, and every night the ocean waves lulling her to sleep.

Hand by hand, shoes off, the sand tickling her feet, like walking on a pile of feathers.

The sun above them soft on their skin, a chilly afternoon, perfect for a walk.

Armin tried so hard to keep his gaze on the horizon, fighting the urge to peak down and hunt for shells.

He wouldn’t rest until he found the perfect shell for Annie’s piece.

However, he remembered his promise to Annie, wanted to spend more time with her, she wanted to spend more time with him.

An especially shiny shell caught his attention, tempting him to kneel down, and plunge his hands in the sand and go back to the cabin with a bag full of new shells. 

“I was thinking of going to town for a few days,” Annie said, catching Armin off guard, “my father wrote to me and said he’s holding a dinner, and we’re invited.” 

“Oh, yeah sure,” Armin answered. Her father lived only half an hour away, in the town, alongside a couple of their old friends as well.

They lived with him for a couple of weeks before, as they went hunting for their own place. He was an old nice man, but he certainly had a temper.

Armin was exceptionally nervous around her father for the first few months. For what reason, he still didn’t know, but something about that man made him rethink everything he wanted to say twice.

But after all, her father accepted their relationship, if not a bit too dramatically, for he cried and hugged Armin for the first time.

In the end, they had to move out, Annie was adamant they had their own house.

Armin smiled, “You can move out and live with your father.”

Annie raised an eyebrow.

“You know, I can move with you-” his voice got muffled; Annie’s palm on his mouth.

“No.”

“Whyyyy?” he asked, his voice choked up with a laugh, he wanted to try biting Annie’s hand on his mouth.

“If each of us would get a different room, then yeah sure,” she answered, lowering her hand, and continuing her walk.

“Not my fault you’re too loud-”

Annie started running.

The nearby village could hear Armin’s howling laugh. 

~~~

Annie waited at the cabin longer than Armin would need to catch up to her. She wondered what was taking him so long, though she had a clear idea what was holding him off.

She waited by the door, but then the sun got a little uncomfortable, so she went inside. She hated that the first thing she thought of was checking Armin’s workshop.

She immediately shook her idea, shoving it away. Intrusiveness wasn’t her trait.

But the door glowed in her sight. Walking to it, and turning the knob seemed like the most tempting thing ever.

No

“No,” she said it out loud, to convince herself to stop.

She would certainly be upset if she was in his shoes. She would never do that to him.

Nope.

Never.

One 

Two 

Three

She walked to the door. An old, small door, compared to a standard door, Armin had to bend to get through, but Annie bet she can walk through it, with her head brushing the door frame.

A tiny place for a workshop, she thought, she wondered how he keeps his tools there, the dozens of seashells bags going there, never going out again.

She was burning to know what was in there.

She was in front of the door, she could lift her hand, and turn the knob, and she could see it all for herself.

Finally,

She reached for the antique door knob.

Her palm rested on it.

Turn it turn it turn it turn it-

She twirled and walked away, right to their bedroom, without even a glance back.

A minute or two after, she heard the door of the cabin open and close. Annie got up, not thinking much of it, “Hey what took you so long-”

Armin stood there, with a handful of seashells in his hands.

Annie threw her head back…

One

Two 

Three

“Listen-”

“It hadn’t even been a day, not a single day had passed,” Annie said, frustration evident in her voice, which was as rare as the sky turning green.

“Annie, I can explain.”

Annie crossed her arms, waiting for him to explain.

Armin sighed, he didn’t want to spoil the surprise, he had to come up with something.

“I’m making something.”

“Yeah no shit.”

“No no no I mean I’m making something,” he said, his closed clutch on the seashells flailing around.

Annie sighed, “Try again.”

“I’m honest, I’m making something.”

“And?” she inquired.

A moment of silence passed, Armin trying so hard to come up with something, anything.

Annie knew that face very well, the face Armin makes when he’s trying to come up with a good fight in a debate, the face he does when he would lob a few words to hypnotize a whole crowd of people.

But not on her.

Never on her.

She knew him too well for his own good.

Without waiting for an answer, she turned around, returning to their room. She threw over her shoulder, “Tomorrow is the dinner at my father’s house,” before she vanished from sight.

Armin, left alone, stared down at the seashells in his hands.

~~~

Armin spent most of the night in his workshop, his hands working, but his mind somewhere else.

He didn’t talk to Annie since their confrontation, nor did any of them eat.

Embarrassment gnawed at him, he promised her, yet he broke the promise.

He must be a terrible partner.

Armin sighed.

He wondered why he was even trying to make Annie a piece of jewelry, to win her heart? 

Pfft

She was better off without him anyway.

She could leave him at any second and he wouldn’t even question it. She was smart, pretty, skillful, talented, gorgeous, sweet, and... nice.

And what was he? He couldn’t think of one good trait about himself. Not good enough to match hers.

And he fucked up.

He groaned, letting his head fall on the desk.

The pile of the new shells sat in his sight line, waiting to be cleaned of the sand, but he had no intention of doing so. He wanted to cage himself in his workshop forever, rather than facing Annie again after he broke his promise.

Armin swallowed, wondering how he would meet her father the next day.

Mr. Leonhart was protective, way too protective. Armin knew he wouldn’t hesitate to cut off Armin’s head if he hurt Annie.

Naaah.

He thought. Annie is much more mature than that.

He snorted at himself, he had some stupid thoughts sometime, but this one was the stupidest of them all.

Annie ranting to her father about her boyfriend.

Pffft

Armin straightened his back on the chair, thinking of what he should do.

Then, at that moment, a glimmer caught his eyes.

Armin shook his head, peeking outside the small, circular window.

He wasn’t sure if it came from outside or from the inside, but then it happened again, this time, he was sure it came from the inside of the workshop. Armin looked around, trying to find it.

The moon light filtering through the glass, gleaming upon the pile of seashells accumulated on his desk.

The glimmer happened again.

But that time, Armin caught it.

It came from one of the seashells. 

Armin scattered the pile on the desk, going over each shell, rotating it under the moonlight, trying to find that one seashell.

On his seventh try, he found it.

Something clicked, and Armin knew exactly what he had to do. Everything cleared in his mind, and he found it absurd that he only saw it now.

Locked in his small workshop, with his back bowed down. Armin finished his perfect piece when the first ray of sunshine broke the night.

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uwu thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! next chapter (which is much much longer) will be posted in a couple of days or so can't wait for the other ships to make their cameos hahhaaa thank you for reading! like always, feedback, kudos, all is much appreciated

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Promises

Hi dear! As agreed, I’ve changed it to dad’s friend!Bucky <3 Hope you’re going to enjoy this!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, age gap, daddy kink, allusion to non-con, death of minor characters.

Words: 3000.

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Looking at the lonely chocolate muffin laying on the table in front of you, you closed your eyes for a couple of seconds, making a wish: it was your birthday, and you were stuck in some filthy roadside diner with no one but Mr. Barnes by your side.

Bucky. You were ought to call him Bucky, you reminded yourself, opening your eyes and blowing softly on a single candle sitting on the top of your muffin.

It wasn’t his fault you two ended up here - there had been a huge accident on your way back home, a tanker truck exploded into flames in the middle of the highway. In fact, you were lucky you were far away since several drivers and passengers who had the misfortune to be close to the truck had already been declared dead. It was all over the news, most of the people inside diner glued to the old TV hanging on the wall.

Staring at the candle, you carefully pulled it off and dropped it on a cheap white napkin, taking the muffin and eagerly having a bite. Mr. Barn... Bucky watched you from the other side of the table, his coffee already long cold. There was no smile on his face as you quietly said thank you to him, but you barely remembered him smiling at all despite knowing him for several years at the very least. He was your dad’s friend, and he often visited your house to share a beer and watch hockey with your dad late in the evening. Who could imagine it would be Bucky of all people helping you stay afloat.

“What did you wish for?” He asked you, and chuckled grimly at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Apparently, you had to keep it a secret to make your wish come true, but it didn’t matter now.

“To have a family.”

You gulped down a sob and stared at the red table as Bucky reached out to pat your shoulder gently. Both of you knew what you meant, but you had no strength to talk about it again. It was still painful as hell.

“It will get better.” He said quietly as you nodded, wiping away your tears and gulping down your coke. “You need time.”

Yeah, time, that was what everyone around you kept saying as if time could change the fact you were all alone now; as if it could make you forget all that happened and keep the pain away. What could time do? Make you insensitive, unsympathetic, and unable to feel anything at all. All this time could probably do to you, sure.

He bought a couple of ham sandwiches and bottles of coke for the evening and left with you following him closely. The motel room was just as dirty as the diner, but you didn’t expect anything else, preparing to cleaning it up - anyway, there wasn’t much you could do around here. Although there were lots of people stuck here along with you two, you had no wish to go talk to them about the tragedy. You had your own already, and it was enough for you.

“Your uncle looks scary on this photo.” Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you picked it up, reading the message from April, your best friend - your only friend, to be completely honest. “Like he’s straight out of those serial killer documentaries.”

“April, come on."

"what, I'm serious lol"

"Maybe he’s not your sunshine guy, but he’s the only one who stayed with me after all that happened."

"And he is NOT my uncle!”

“sorry girl just wanted to cheer you up”

You smiled at the text, missing Bucky’s gaze as he came closer to you.

“Who’s that?” He asked, and you raised your eyes at him, immediately getting back to your grim state.

“April. She saw the photo I sent her.” Explaining quietly, you tried pretending you were happy, stretching your lips in a thin smile and thinking whether Bucky could feel it. “She’s checking on how we are here.”

“Good.”

With that he left to bathroom, leaving you on your knees scrubbing the floor. He was bad at cleaning - really bad, missing tons of dirty spots to the point it felt like he didn’t clean anything at all. That was why you preferred doing it yourself. Besides, it was him who paid for the room and food despite you trying to share the expenses, so you felt obliged to him.

Bucky certainly wasn’t the most talkative or friendly type, but he still cared about you, supporting you the way he could. Even if he was way older than you, and a part of you still didn’t feel very comfortable around him, Bucky was the only one by your side. He agreed living with you when most of your relatives had little interest in staying even for a few days longer, leaving you all alone. He helped you with all the legal stuff you knew nothing about, never having to deal with these issues before. He gave you a drive to your university campus every morning and called you every time when you were supposed to come home, probably afraid you’d do something to yourself. That was what you thought, at least.

He was a good man. Maybe a little gruff, seemingly unfriendly, intimidating even, but still better then all those who promised to look after you and then vanished.

“I’m going to go for a walk.” Bucky said after leaving bathroom and putting his sneakers on. “Will you be okay by yourself?”

You felt shame bubbling up inside you at his words. He still thought you might be suicidal.

“Of course. I’ll be waiting here.”

With that he nodded and left you alone with a bright pack of Lysol and dirty doormat on the floor. Sighing, you felt relieved, finally staying all by yourself in the grim silence of the room. It wasn’t that bad. You weren’t stuck together somewhere in the desert with no food and shelter. Tomorrow morning you’d be able to return home from that little improvised vacation Bucky organized purely for you, staying in a cabin close to the beautiful lake in the woods. It wasn’t his fault you were spending your birthday like this, scrubbing the floor clean and wiping the dust from shelves and nightstands instead of celebrating somewhere in the club with April, drinking fancy cocktails.

In half an hour you finished the clean up and had a shower, changing into your funny pink pajamas - you knew your looked pathetic in it, considering how old it was, but it was one of the things that made you feel safe. Anyway, Bucky didn’t care about the way you looked, so you simply wore whatever you found comfortable, often looking like a kid who was too big to fit into their old clothes.

“Whatcha doin??” A message popped up on the screen as you checked your phone again.

“Gonna go to sleep, I guess. I didn’t sleep well yesterday again.”

“i have a gooood recipe for a nice 8-hour sleep”

“Really? What’s that?”

Instead of answering you clearly, she sent you a link. To your horror, instead of checking the name first you simply clicked on it and found out April sent you some porno. Groaning, you quickly turned it off, afraid somebody gonna hear it - the walls here were out of paper, you could swear.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” You typed furiously. “Are you mad?”

“come on, what are we, holy virgins?? Ima telling you, this thing works! Just try it, you’ll be sleeping after this in no time!”

“April, even if I’m gonna believe this crap, Bucky just went for a walk. I have no clue when he’s going to come back. Do you really think I’m ready to do this when he’s around?”

“damn girl just don’t put earphones, cover yourself with a blanket and sit facing the door.” You could literally see her rolling her eyes at you. “you’re a grown up, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. When you hear the man coming, just turn it off!”

Rubbing your eyes tiredly, you muted your phone and carefully opened the link again, trying to understand what kind of porno she sent you exactly. Apparently, it was that daddy thing she kept telling you about - you read the name of the video, and your face grew unbearably hot in a second. Damn, this girl had no shame whatsoever.

But maybe she was right: you needed to release some tension that had been building up over the last months. It was quite an innocent way to do it, really, and you’d be careful enough to do it before Bucky came back, finding anything suspicious. You were a human being, after all! There was nothing nasty in what you were going to do, you tried assuring yourself.

“I’m gonna regret it.”

“NO GIRL YOU WON’T! Treat yourself!!”

Laughing, you quickly dropped your phone on your bed, taking a tablet out of your backpack along with a pair of pink socks - you couldn’t explain it, but your feet were always getting cold while you pleasured yourself. Getting comfortable on your bed and wrapping a comforter around yourself, you opened your tablet, setting the volume level low and finding that link April sent you. You threw a quick glance to the door, prepared to switch the tablet off any second if Bucky was going to show up. Shoot, were you doing it for real? Yes, yes you were.

Opening the video, you bit down on your lower lip, a little ashamed still. Trying to get these thoughts out of your head, you concentrated on what was happening in the video, watching a girl sitting on the lap of a beefy bearded man stroking her ass. He was speaking to her softly, but in a very low, husky voice, and you realized it was getting warm in between your thighs. You closed your eyes, listening to the voice that, along with a sound of him slapping the girl, was making you aroused way more than the picture itself.

"Have you been good, princess?" The man whispered, and you could see the smug grin on his face even with your eyes closed.

Yes, you have, you thought, your hand slowly trailling down your belly and touching the elastic of your cotton panties.

Fuck, you heard the sound of one more slap and bit your lip again, imagining it was you he spanked, caressing your raw, hot skin with his calloused palm, his fingers digging in your soft flesh when you tried moving away, quietly squirming from his touch. You were a good girl for him. You'd do what your daddy told you, baring your ass in front of him and getting back on his lap, moving on top of him, making him feel you through the fabric of his pants until you ruined them. Would daddy be happy if you rode him, moaning like some dirty slut until he shut you with his mouth? Would he like you cumming on his cock with your eyes rolling inside your skull out of immense pleasure?

With your fingers on your clit, you gently stroked that bundle of nerves, getting more and more wet until you soaked your panties, listening to the voice of that man and imagining being with your own daddy, somebody who would take care of you, somebody who would never leave you alone and comfort you when you needed it the most. Oh, were you crying, thinking of it? You could feel your eyes growing wet as you softly moaned. You imagined the man touching your hair and kissing your forehead, and tears were now streaming down your cheeks.

You were pathetic, you thought. You couldn't even pleasure yourself while watching porno anymore.

Softly sobbing, you kept listening to the video, touching your sleek folds and missing the shadow that descended upon you - you couldn't see the stranger behind the window, watching you sitting there on your bed with a tablet in front of you, seeing the video clearly. Maybe Bucky couldn't hear it from the outside, but he knew it - he saw it a couple of weeks ago when he felt a little lonely.

You almost cummed when you heard the steps right outside the door, inmediately hitting the screen to stop the video and hiding your tablet beneath the comforter. You didn't figure out anything better than pretending you were already asleep, aside from the fact it was barely seven.

Covering your head, you prayed Bucky didn't see anything suspicious, mentally cursing April for sending you the link. Shit, you knew this wasn't going to end well! Why on Earth did you even tried something as reckless and stupid as this when Bucky could show up any minute?

"I know you're not sleeping."

His voice sounded so much closer than you anticipated that you almost flinched, holding your breath for a couple of seconds. Fuck, did he know? Did he hear you? Could he see the tablet beneath your blanket?

You stilled, still pretending you were sleeping when Bucky landed close to you, the bed dipping under him. When he suddenly touched your leg, making you flinch involuntarily, you clamped a hand around your mouth. Shit! What was he doing? He had never ever touched you like that before. Was he mad? Did he-

"You can stop pretending, little one." As Bucky lifted your comforter, you stared at him, terrified to the core with your eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Immediately, you tried moving away, determined to get to the other side of the room, but he quickly held you down with his hands on your wrists, getting on top of you. Shit. Staring at his dark but calm expression, you saw a strange glint in his eyes that had never been there before. The thought made you shiver.

Something was wrong with the way he hold you, looked at you - it was not like before when he treated you like some sad kid, patting your head awkwardly when you cried and rarely giving you a hug. You were staring at the man who barely reminded you of Bucky who had been coming to your house to watch a hockey game late in the evening. This man seemed like a stranger.

"Please, Mr. Barnes-"

"Shhhh." He interrupted your pleading, leaning closer to you so his dark hair brushed against your face. "Don't be scared. It's alright."

No, no, it wasn't alright in any sense, and you kept struggling, doing your best to break free from his grasp until Bucky made you yelp from pain, grabbing your hands so hard you thought you'd have bruises. When you got silent, trembling beneath him with your eyes full of tears, he got closer, his forehead touching yours as he exhaled into your face.

“P-please, I don’t want to.”

“Don’t you? I’ve seen what you’ve been doing while I was gone.” His stormy grey eyes bore into you, and you thought Bucky was angry at you watching that filthy porno. “But I won’t punish you.”

“What do you want then?” You sobbed, then froze when he kissed your cheek, and then your nose and eyelids, his chapped lips brushing softly against your skin. His touch felt warm.

“To take care of you.”

You looked at him with your watery eyes, whimpering softly when Bucky kissed your forehead as you relaxed beneath him, shocked at his words. Take care of you? What did he mean by that? Wasn’t he taking care of you already? No, now you knew why Bucky was close, and he definitely wasn’t some good Samaritan you imagined him to be. Was it all for this? Did he pretend to be your friend just to let you lower your guard?

Crying, you closed your eyes, thinking how silly you were wanting someone to be by your side, having dreams about someone taking care of you, comforting you when even the one you thought was there for you just wanted to use a silly little girl and throw her away.

“Take what you want and go.” You managed to mumble, choking on a sob. “Just leave me alone.”

Bucky raised his brows, his gaze heavy as he stared at your face wet with tears. “Why would I? Didn’t you hear what I just said, little one?”

You gave him a sarcastic smile, avoiding looking him in the eyes. “You’re here because you want to take something from me. So, take it and go. Please!”

Bucky let out a loud breath, getting off you and rolling to the side, but holding you close and pressing your face into his chest. You could feel a subtle smell of sweat coming from him; strangely, it was almost comforting. Anyway, you had no strength left to fight him, so you just laid there, his hands on your back and in your hair. His black zipped hoodie was quickly getting wet with you still sobbing quietly.

“I’m not going anywhere, little girl.” He whispered, touching the top of your head with his lips. “You’re mine to take care off. Look at you, barely able to sleep on your own. How do you think you will manage without me?”

You didn’t answer, not knowing what to say. What Bucky told you was true - you barely existed outside of your house, facing the reality where you were always alone. April was trying her best to help you come to your senses, but she wasn’t family. You needed a family.

“Will you stay?” You whimpered, shaking lightly at the though Bucky would go, too, and you would end up all by yourself, talking to four walls until one day they would talk to you, too.

“Remember your birthday wish?” He asked instead of answering your question, and you felt like the air was sucked out of your lungs. But before you had time to said something, Bucky dropped a kiss to your forehead again, caressing your head tenderly. “I am your family, little one. You will never be alone.”

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written in the stars (wilhemina venable x fem!reader)

Warnings: None really? This is like a short lil fluff/soulmate/love at “first sight” kind of fic.

Summary: (This is kind of a post-time reset part 2 of “her favorite”?) Years ago, the apocalypse happened and you fell in love in an underground outpost, but the timeline reset so you remember nothing. Years later, you went to party because you were bored. And she only went because she needed to work on her personal life after quitting her job. But you were just so familiar to each other.

You were at the birthday party of a girl you went the college with, Mattie Venable. It was the year after you graduated, but even after a year you forgot how overwhelmed you got at large house parties like this. You looked for a quiet room to sit in and calm down, and there was one that was occupied by someone you could never have missed. A woman a bit older than you with flaming red hair dressed head-to-toe in lilac, with a cane in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other. She was absolutely stunning, and you could have sworn you had seen her before, but you couldn’t possibly put your finger on where.

“My sister is a little too old to be throwing this kind of a party for herself, don’t you think?” the woman asked you.

“You’re Mattie’s sister?”

“I am. Wilhemina Venable.”

You’ve never heard of a Wilhemina Venable. So why did that name sound so familiar?

“I’m (y/n).”

“Were you particularly close friends with Mathilda, (y/n)? Forgive me, but I swear I’ve heard of you before.”

“Mathilda?”

“That’s Mattie’s real name. Our parents liked the idea of giving us unusual old-fashioned names and then more “normal” nicknames. Mine is Mina. But were you close to her?”

“Not really.”

“That’s for the better. She is a drunken spoiled brat who only cares about herself.”

“Why are you here then?”

“I recently quit my job. I don’t have friends so I thought that coming here might be a good idea.”

“What was your job? Can I ask why you quit?”

“Have you heard of Kineros Robotics? I was the secretary there. But in reality, I ran the whole place. I did almost everything but building the robots. I don’t know what those two imbeciles are going to do without me if I’m honest, but I suppose it’s not my problem. I quit because I was not able to have a life outside of work. Which would have been fine if those two idiots had given me more agency, treated me with more respect.... I’m rambling, I apologize...”

“No, go on...”

“And I suppose that I wanted some kind of life outside of work. So here I am. But I can’t say I’ve liked any of the people my sister keeps around. Except you, (y/n). I can’t put my finger on why, but you seem... different. Tolerable, at the very least.”

“Thank you?”

“What are you doing here if you aren’t close with Mattie and obviously don’t like big crowds and hard alcohol?”

“I was just bored. I graduated last year with Mattie and I don’t really have anything to do or anyone to visit. And then she invited me to her party and I thought, hey, why not?”

“Do you have no friends?”

“I have a couple but they never seem to be available.”

“Boyfriend or, um, girlfriend?”

“No. I dated a girl for a while junior year though. But it didn’t work out.” you hoped the woman would pick up on the hint that not only were you into girls (if she was, you weren’t sure but you definitely got a vibe) but that you were available.

“What about you, Wilhemina Venable?”

“You may call me Mina. And no, I barely even have friends.”

“I’m your friend now, Mina. Unless of course you want me to be something else...”

“Maybe I do. Would you like to- how do I put this... get out of here?”

“I think I would.”

You left the party, and Mina drove you to a wine bar.

“This can be our first date,” she told you, “Although I swear I know you. You seem incredibly... familiar.”

“You do too. It’s almost as if in another life we had a whole relationship already.”

When you were sat down at the bar, she attempted to start another conversation with you.

“I’m not sure what I should ask you.”

“Anything!”

“Um...what do you do for work?”

“Well I work as a waitress now but I’m looking to get jobs as a writer or illustrator.”

“So you write? And draw?”

“I do. Can I draw you?”

“Yes, I would love that (y/n).”

She asked you to spend the night with her, and you agreed. You drew her in a fancy Victorian-style purple gown, still holding her cane, without her glasses and with her bright red hair pinned pack out of her beautiful face.

“(Y/n), I- I love it. It’s... exactly how I wish I saw myself.”

So you took the drawing out of your sketchbook and gave it to her to keep.

“I have such a clear vision in my head of you exactly like this. I don’t know why.”

“I see you in a similar purple gown and a corset. Almost like a memory. I actually... have several, maybe I have one that would fit.”

So you went into her closet, which had several lovely period-style dresses in all different shades of purple. She found a corset that she thought would fit you and the two of you played dress-up in her closet for a bit.

“I got into this type of fashion when I was quite young. My parents liked it, but what made me really interested was the fact that I had to wear a back brace that was very close to a real corset to improve my posture.”

“Why?”

“I- I have scoliosis, a very bad case. It’s the same reason I walk with a cane now. I would prefer not to let you see my back. For a while, at least.”

“That’s fine. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

When you found a dress that, according to Mina, suited you perfectly, she asked if she could take a photo of you. She darkened the room and lit candles, and then took several pictures.

“Lovely. You are so beautiful, (y/n). I’ve had this image in my head for a long time, of a girl who looks like you in a dress like that. Of kissing her in low candlelight. May I please kiss you, little one?”

“Please.” you said.

You were often quite tense and stiff in your kisses, but with Mina it was easy. She knew exactly how to kiss you. Take control, gently bite your lip, and softly cup your face before moving her hands down to your waist and then wrapping her arms around you.

You both changed into pajamas after that, both of you wearing nightgowns owned by Mina. 

“I’ve been racking my brain all night wondering how I know you, little one, but I know we’ve never met.”

“Me too.”

After months of dating, you and Mina came to the conclusion that you were in fact, soulmates.

“I know it seems ridiculous. I never even believed in love before all of this and now I’m here talking about “love at first sight” and “soulmates” and “destiny”.” said Mina

“You and I were meant to be, Mina. I love you.”

[emmie-sue-who]

Habit

We are on the balcony and I’m watching her smoke. I’m still not quite used to that. 

“Probably not the best habit for a runner to take up, huh?” she said with a shrug the first time I saw her do it, when she bummed a cigarette from Mayfield at her sister’s ex’s birthday party.

I shrugged in return. “Well, how are the lungs holding up?”

She took a long, punctuated drag then. We didn’t discuss it further. Since then it’s become just another one of those things. Something that wasn’t before and is now. Something we pretend doesn’t exist so we don’t have to face that we’ve changed, that we’ve been apart long enough not to see it as it happened.

Her sleeve shifts when she reaches to snuff her cigarette out in the ashtray I dug out of my old middle school artwork and I catch a glimpse of her tattoo. An outline of a world map. I’m not quite used to that either.

She is back from her latest trip and she is telling me about the experience of arriving in a place where no one knows you.

“When you meet someone new, don’t you feel like it’s a chance to start over, to be whatever you want?” she asks. “Sometimes it’s hard to come back from that. To a place where everyone knows me, where they’ve already made their mind up about me.”

She’s not saying she’s thinking of me, but it’s hard to believe she’s not. 

I want to tell her that I don’t think it’s fair to assume everyone’s perception is rigid. I want to tell her that after years of knowing everything there is to know about her, I could write a whole book on all of her favorite things, most embarrassing moments, every formative experience she’s had, but there are still times when I look at her and she is a stranger again. Could I ever weigh her down with any certain expectation?

“Sounds confining,” I agree, because I know that is what she wants—a subtle permission, the gradual start of undoing a tie.

“It’s like I can show anyone any side I want to and that’s me to them, you know?”

I don’t know. I’ve always been too open too quickly. I’ve never stopped to curate parts of myself for anyone. If the decision is between being known as you wish to be known and being known as your whole self, I would rather be honest. I prefer people’s opinions of me to actually be of me. 

Of course, to say so would be an admission of that change we try so hard to tiptoe around, an admission that the change in each of us has been in an opposite direction. Neither of us has ever much liked ourself and so she is thinking, “This is our remaining common ground. This is the explanation I can give that she will understand. That she will accept and let me go.” But she doesn’t realize that while her response to every perceived negative aspect of herself has been to stuff it down—to hide it until hopefully everyone forgets about it and maybe so will she—my response has been to put those things on display. To not get close to people until they’ve decided they can handle my flaws. She doesn’t know that I don’t want to run away from myself as desperately as her, because to her running seems only natural.

Some time passes before I speak again. Silence was never this leaden for us, never seemed to stretch as it does now. I am thinking of clumsily woven matching bracelets. I am thinking of notes passed in world history class. I am thinking of a birthday cake with 18 candles. I am thinking of cramming ourselves into my bunk that week she stayed in my dorm room. I’m thinking how we’ve always found space for each other until now.

“You know you could do anything you want, be anything you want, and I would love you.” 

This time it is not what she wants to hear. It is not me making things easy on her.

She sighs. Takes out her pack of cigarettes and fiddles with it, but doesn’t start smoking again. “How can you promise to love anything I might become?”

“Because it’s you,” I say.

“But I don’t want it to be. You don’t understand what I’ve been trying to tell you—” She stops herself there. Shifts in her seat. She is deciding something.

I am afraid. Afraid that I have made this conversation too direct. Afraid that she’s not, in fact, deciding but has made up her mind and anything I say would be fruitless.

“I’m moving,” she announces. “Far.”

“Oh.” 

“Oh,” she echoes and there’s a sort-of smile on her face like it’s almost amusing how unprepared I was when it should’ve been obvious but it’s too pitiful to really be funny.

I am thinking of her sister’s ex’s birthday party, the first time I saw her smoke. I am thinking of goddamn Mayfield and how he hovered around her. How she left me in a sea of strangers to go fuck him in the bathroom and then told me about it as I gave her a ride home like I was supposed to be impressed. I am thinking how it was the first and only time I had been truly mad at her, and how she had been so happy, thought she was so cool, so finally-fitting-in. I told her she ought to get tested, that it was hard telling where a guy like Mayfield had been. I didn’t mean it. I barely even knew Mayfield. I just wanted to piss her off. I wanted to make her feel bad about something since she was certainly fine with having invited me to a party where she introduced me to no one and then abandoned me after a grand total of maybe ten or fifteen minutes. I am thinking of how we fought that night, and how I felt so guilty for ruining her excitement by the time we got to her apartment that I got out of the car and walked her to her door, apologizing all the way. I told her if she liked Mayfield, she should go for it. That I really didn’t think he was all that bad and that I was being crabby for no good reason. I am thinking how she cried then. How she told me she didn’t want to argue like that ever again and I promised we wouldn’t. I am thinking how she asked me to come in and we played card games and ate through all of the chips in her cupboard and talked until we saw the sun peeking through the windows. Just like we used to.

Used to. “How far is far?” I ask her.

She shrugs. “Does it matter? Ten hours, fifteen? It’s not here.”

“I wish we had talked about this sooner.”

“Sooner? I’m telling you now. This is what I want. A fresh slate. And I’m leaving all of this—” She gestures at the scenery around us but I am thinking again how she really means me. “—behind.”

I feel the weight of it press against my lungs. I’d always known she might leave, but just as much I’d always assumed that her leaving wouldn’t be a goodbye. That there was too much here to leave behind. I’m starting to realize that it doesn’t matter how much past there is; it’s still the past. I’m starting to realize that the “too much” is exactly why she wants to leave this behind. She’s not asking permission after all. She’s not waiting for me to undo the tie. She’s cutting it off and this is not a request but a warning.

Even so, I am thinking of her bringing me dinner when I was dogsick and couldn’t get out of bed. I am thinking of driving to her house at 3am when she decided cleaning her ex’s stuff out couldn’t wait another day. I am thinking of ordering two coffees and a breakfast burrito split in half, of going to garage sales and buying the weirdest items we could find then showing each other to see who did better, of all the tiny little things that were ours. I am thinking that’s the problem with forming habits that are hard to break. How empty I’ll feel, how miserable, how if I’m lucky I’ll maybe get a phone call or two like that amounts to anything after all of these years. And as she drives off and I see her car disappearing around the corner, I am thinking I am not even that lucky.

[writings-of-a-daphodil]

A Gift

Luke x ghost!reader

Summary: It's your birthday and you wish you could spend it with your family. Luke and the band try to cheer you up (super fluffy).

Requested?: Nope

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

A/n: This kinda came out of nowhere and once I had the idea I got carried away. I hope y'all like it!!

For you birthdays were a big thing when you were alive. You and your family would always go on a camping trip and have the time of your lives together. It wasn’t just limited to your family either, it was open to your friends too. It was your favorite tradition.

When you had met Luke, you had been looking forward to inviting him and the band, but then the fateful night at the Orpheum had happened. You and the rest of the band had died that night, now it was twenty-twenty and you were ghosts.

It had been great meeting Julie and forming a band with her, but as your birthday rolled around you were feeling immensely sad. Like Luke you had visited their family and you had seen them preparing to go on the camping trip in your honor. While it made you happy to see them keeping up the tradition, it also felt like a stab to the heart that you couldn’t be there with them.

In the days leading up to your birthday you had grown quiet and more reserved, struggling to find the energy to be happy. You couldn’t visit your family anymore, it just made you cry, but knowing that they were camping and you couldn’t be there also made you cry. It was a lose-lose.

So you had spent most of your time at the beach, watching the ocean and letting it calm you. There was something so relaxing about the way the waves moved and the push and pull of the tide. It was also nice to have privacy, just the crashing waves to keep you company.

It was inevitable that the band would notice your mood and absence of course, and notice they did.

You were at the beach, watching the ocean like normal. It was admittedly a beautiful day for your birthday. The sun was just breaking through the marine layer, creating bright orange patterns on the clouds.

Luke poofed in beside you, startling you out of your sad thoughts. The two of you had been dating since you got the band together and he was always there to comfort you.

“Hey,” he said, wrapping an arm around you. You sniffed in return.

“You didn’t think I would forget what today is, did you?” He asked, giving a small smile.

“No,” you answered, smiling a little bit.

“Good,” he stood up in front of you and grabbed your hands. “You are amazing and you are so great and understanding when it comes to me missing my parents, now it’s my turn to help you with your grief.”

You didn’t have time to respond before you felt the cold sand disappear from beneath you. The world shifted to new surroundings, ones that you definitely did not recognize.

“Luke?” You asked, letting go of his hand. You weren’t exactly in the mood for any surprises at the moment.

Luke moved back to standing in front of you. “Trust me on this, okay?”

He took your hand again and led you down a path. You looked around, trying to find anything that would clue you into where you were.

You slowly began to recognize your surroundings and you stopped walking. “What’s wrong?” Luke asked, stopping with you once he realized you weren’t moving.

“Luke, I-I’ve already visited, seeing them just makes me even sadder.”

“That isn’t why we’re here, Y/n/n. I’ve got a completely unrelated surprise for you.”

You hesitantly began to walk and Luke gave you an encouraging smile. “You are going to have a great day today. I promise.”

You gave him a weak and slightly nervous smile as you followed him. You walked over a hill and what you saw made you smile for real.

Julie and her family were setting up a campsite while the rest of the band and Flynn helped. After the whole Caleb fiasco Julie had let her family in on the ghostly little secret.

“Happy Birthday!” Luke exclaimed, gesturing excitedly at everyone.

“Happy Birthday, Y/n!” Everyone called, though Flynn, Carlos, Victoria, and Ray were a little late since they didn’t see your arrival.

You smiled at your found family. “Guys, this is so sweet.”

“Oh, this isn’t everything,” Reggie said excitedly. “Wait till you see what else we have planned.”

For the first time in a while, you forgot your grief and excitement replaced it. “I can’t wait.”

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After a few incredibly fun activities, you made it back to your campsite. The sun was still up and you had a while before everyone would eat dinner.

Still hyped up you had a lot of energy and you didn’t know if you could just sit around and chat or play cards. Thankfully Carlos suggested a game of Ultimate frisbee and once the words were out of his mouth, Reggie was chanting it to. You were definitely up for a game and from there, teams were formed.

It was you, Julie, and Alex versus Luke, Reggie, Flynn, and Carlos. You may or may not have specifically engineered it to have Alex on your team, him being the tallest gave an advantage.

You took on Luke. He smirked at you as Alex threw the frisbee to Julie and Flynn intercepted. You rolled your eyes and saw Flynn get ready to throw the frisbee at Carlos. Julie was trying to guard her and Alex was on Reggie, so in a split second you ran over to Carlos. You knew you were faster than Luke so you’d be able to get to Carlos and catch the frisbee first and fortunately you were right.

You intercepted and Luke tried to guard you, giving you a pouty face when Alex caught your throw. You smirked at him, running past Alex to the area near your goal. You had barely stopped running when Alex tossed the frisbee back to you. Luke was almost to you and Julie was open. You threw it to her and smiled as she caught it, scoring a point.

“We’ll get it next time,” Luke called running off towards his team's end of the field.

“Sure!” You called back, a bright smile on your face. However, Luke was right, his team scored the next two times and your team scored the last time before dinner, leaving you at a tie.

You all made your way back to the campsite and you ghosts sat down while the ‘lifers’ got their food.

“It was interesting seeing the frisbee get caught in midair.” Ray chuckled as he took his seat, almost sitting in Reggie before Julie warned him.

“Yes, I’m glad you were having fun,” Victoria said, patting Julie. You smiled at the gesture, trying not to feel sad about your own aunts.

Dinner was full of fun chatting and Julie translating for you and the guys. After dinner the guys got their instruments out and began to sing ‘happy birthday’ to you. You sang along so everyone could see you and it turned into an impromptu concert.

As the sun disappeared and the stars came out, you and your found family sang, enjoying the moment. You would definitely treasure these memories for years to come.

After you finished singing Luke came over to you. “Just close your eyes for a second,” he said, grinning at you like an excited puppy. You did what he asked, though rather reluctantly.

“Guys, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“We wanted to,” Alex said.

You heard a lot of shuffling right in front of you and eventually Luke spoke. “Okay, open your eyes.”

In front of you was a small pile of gifts. “Guys-“

Luke cut you off before you could protest any further, “Stop, you deserve all of this and more. And don’t say you feel bad for not doing more for our birthdays, I know how long it takes you to knit those scarves.”

“Fine,” you smiled. “Which one first?”

“Ooo! Open mine!” Reggie begged, pointing at a cleanly wrapped box.” You unwrapped it, careful to make sure none of the trash went anywhere, and gasped at what you were holding. It was an incredibly detailed and beautiful sketch of a horse.

“Reggie, did you draw this?”

He nodded. “And it’s got the first country song we wrote together on it.”

You beamed at him. “We’ll get that country album some day,” you vowed, gently nudging Luke when he rolled his eyes.

“Mine next,” Alex requested, pointing to an even more elaborately wrapped box. You opened it to see Alex had decorated your old guitar strap, painting it with your favorite colors. You had been meaning to do that since you got it and you were grateful he had taken the initiative.

“I love it.”

“Good, I’m not that artistic so I didn’t know what to get you and then I remembered that you had been meaning to decorate your guitar strap since you got it, so I did it,” Alex rambled.

You laughed. “How very thoughtful of you.”

You turned your attention back to the rest of the stack, but Luke was already ready. “Here’s mine.”

“You took the small package from him and opened it. Inside was a little box and in that there was a necklace. The pendant was an old guitar pick branded with the sunset curve logo and with it was a little card in Luke’s messy handwriting: A memento of the band we started all those years ago.

“I think I’m gonna cry.” You put your hand to your mouth and Luke took the necklace from the box, putting it on you.

“I love you so much,” Luke whispered to you.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, kissing his cheek.

After admiring the necklace for a little while longer, you went to open the rest of the pile. Julie got you a gift card so you could shop together(you still only had your clothes from the nineties). Ray gave you a framed photograph of you guys at the garage party singing Edge of Great and Carlos got you a ball of yarn. Even Victoria even got you a little candle that you absolutely adored and Flynn got you a bracelet that matched one that she and Julie were wearing.

“Guys, these are all so great, I can’t thank you enough! You better bet I’ll be stepping it up for your guys’ birthdays.”

“Looking forward to it,” Carlos said, after Julie repeated what you said. He turned to his left and smiled at you and you laughed, you were sitting more to his right.

“Tell him that I can’t wait,” you requested and Julie obliged.

While she did that you got up and hugged everyone you could. “Guys, this could not have been a better day.”

“It’s not over yet. We have one last gift for you!” Reggie said excitedly and you smiled brightly, tears of joy forming in your eyes.

“You guys didn’t have to,” you protested, blushing at the kindness they had been showing you. “You’ve already done so much for me.”

“Yes we did.” Julie sat down next to you and Luke sat on the other side, with an arm around you while Reggie and Alex leaned in behind you. You tilted your head as Julie turned on her phone and went to her camera roll.

You were about to ask what was going on when she played a video. Julie and the guys appeared on screen and you saw that they were standing outside the garage.

“Happy Birthday, Y/n!” They all yelled and you smiled, expecting them to do a little birthday recording of a song for you, but instead of getting their instruments Luke spoke.

“We noticed how sad you were about your parents and we had this idea...” with that the screen shifted.

You were only more confused when you recognized the inside of your parents house. It was easy to tell that the camera was filming from just inside your old kitchen. You watched curiously as Julie and your parents stepped into the frame.

“If you could say one thing to her, what would you say?” Julie asked and you realized she was talking about you.

Your mom sniffed, tears in her eyes. “I’d let her know how much I love her and how proud we are of her. I just wish we could tell her that. She was so talented, I just wish she could have lived her dream.”

Tears welled in your eyes at what your mom said, but they started falling when your dad spoke. “I’d wish her a happy birthday and tell her that I wish she could come camping with us. We kept up our tradition and I just wish she could know how much she meant-means to us. We missed out on so much with her and though we can’t get it back I hope she knows that we love her with all of our hearts.”

The video faded into a slideshow of some pictures of you, and in the background Now or Never was playing.

A good majority of the old pictures were taken during your camping trips and it was interesting to see how you had grown. When you were twelve, guitars began to appear in the pictures and there were quite a few ones of you playing around a campfire. Everyone was laughing in those, and it made you smile to remember when they were taken.

After the pictures of your family, they faded to pictures of you with the guys. There was even one of your first gig, you recalled that your mom had taken it. Your parents had been so excited for you. You had always felt so lucky to have such supportive parents.

From there, there were the newest pictures, ones of you with Julie and even some from your current camping trip that she must have added at the last minute.

After the last picture faded away you immediately grabbed all of your friends into a group hug. You couldn’t believe they had done this for you. You felt so unbelievably honored and touched.

You sniffed. “Guys, how did you do this?”

“Well, Alex, Reggie, and I got most of the pictures, we used some cameras to sneak them,” Luke explained.

“Yeah, it was not easy. I can’t count the number of times your parents almost saw the floating cameras,” Reggie said and you laughed.

You turned to Julie. “It means the world to me that you got my parents to say that. How?”

“I told them that I was trying to get to know the old band that had once practiced in my garage and from there they told me everything.” You hugged the girl tightly.

“I can’t begin to explain how much this means to me.” You opened your mouth to explain more, but nothing came out. “Just...this is...wow, guys. I-I just, thank you? I don’t know, thank you doesn’t sound like enough.”

“You don’t have to explain, Y/n, we’re just glad you liked it,” Alex said.

“After this, I’m gonna make sure you guys have great birthdays too.” Some more tears fell. “I just, wow.”

“So you liked it?” Luke asked and you beamed at him.

“I loved it.”

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Tada, I hope y'all enjoyed this! Once I started writing it bloomed into this and I'm happy with what it came out to be. It's also been a while since I played frisbee, so sorry if the rules are wrong. Anyways, I loved writing this and I hope y'all have a fantastically safe and wonderful day/night!

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[laos-soft-bunny]

Kenshi/Kuai Liang.

Birthday Shenanigans

Ah yes. Kenshi and his dirty secrets. Handcuffs, blindfolds. Temperature play. Two sexy guys for one hell of a birthday.

(Please enjoy this as much as you want ❤️ this is part two to my birthday writing. I want you to have as much fun with it as I am though)

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Kenshi has sent you out of the house for the day. He has been planning a party for you. Your birthday was today. Him and Kuai had been planning, Kenshi was giving you a gift that would absolutely rock your world. You were out with Bi-Han, being absolutely annoyed by the older cryomancer, his job was to keep you busy and that he was doing, he dragged you to every store possible in the mall. Kenshi was back at your house with Kuai and they were setting up everything. Kenshi throws Kuai off as he is precutting the cake and drops handcuffs right on the counter beside the cake. Kuai blushes slightly and he picked them up, giving them a pull. “Where did you find steel ones” Kuai asks curiously. “I have my ways. Her favorite adult store actually carries some decent stuff” Kenshi replies with a cute playful smirk. Kenshi pulls his black blindfold out of his back pocket. That is also your favorite. He looks so sexy in the red one, but the black makes his cheekbones and jawbone stand out. “I can not believe you actually agreed to this” Kuai whispers and licks the cake off the knife. “Ah.. I’ve teased her with you before and she reacted well. She likes you Kuai. And I think you’ll make a perfect addition to the night.” Kenshi reaches a hand out and touches Kuai’s face. “Plus she likes one bearded man.. why not give another one to her for her pleasure” Kenshi leans in and captures Kuai’s lips. Kuai was so gentle, he gave Kenshi a kiss back and then pulled back in embarrassment. A smirk played at Kenshi’s lips and he went to the bedroom to set stuff up there.

Bi-Han drug you into the dress shop and you fought him all the way. “Bi-hannnn” you screeched quietly, trying to pull him out of the dress shop. “Nope. Kenshi wants something sexy for your date later this week, he told me himself” Bi-Han torments you and drags you to the party dress side. You groan and pout. “I don’t care what Kenshi says.. I’m not wearing a stupid dress~” you began to say before the prettiest purple dress caught your eyes. “Oh~ I.. nevermind” you stuttered and one of the workers came over to you, offering to let you try it on. You squealed a little bit and nodded. She grabbed it down and brought you to a dressing room. “You are one lucky man” she told Bi-Han. Bi-Han laughed and whispered “hm. Not for me, she’s my best friends lady and it’s her birthday.” She nodded and handed him a card with a discount on it. She knew you were already fretting when you read the price tag out loud. Kenshi told Bi-Han to get you whatever you wanted. No matter what. You came out of the dressing room and you were holding the dress tight, and reached up to hang it back up. Bi-Han picked it up when you walked away to a cheaper side. He winked at the lady at the counter and slid the dress to her. You didn’t find anything else you liked as much, so you returned. “I found nothing..” you began to say and Bi-Han turned around with a bag in his hand. “C’mon. I got something you want” Bi-han spoke quietly and offered you an arm. You pouted at him and took his arm, As he lead you to the nail salon.

Kenshi had everything ready, and had the room to the perfect setting. The dim lights and candles set the mood just perfect. Kuai stayed far away from Kenshi while he was in his planning mode. Holding his hand over one of the candles, he smiled. Everything was perfect. Now to just wait for you to come home. Kenshi headed down the stairs and into the kitchen where Kuai sat, playing with a knife. Kenshi startled him and he dropped it, the knife blade landing into the table. “Ah fuck” Kuai whispered underneath his breath looking at the knife jammed in the table. “Don’t curse so sexily. And get that knife out of my table” Kenshi taunted and shook his head, smiling. Kuai whimpered a little and quickly pulled the knife out, apologizing. Kenshi was changed into a red suit, and his hands held the white one for Kuai. “Go change, icy boy” Kenshi teased and clicked his tongue. “They are almost here. I can hear Bi-Han’s thoughts about that dress on her” Kenshi took a drink of the spiked punch in the fridge and tilted his head a little. “Keep your thoughts clean, Bi-Han or I’m gonna tie you up and make you watch~” Kenshi sent a thought Bi-Hans way and licked his bottom lip. Bi-Han’s next thoughts was a string of curses at Kenshi. Kenshi chuckled and shook his head. “Your brother can’t keep a single clean thought in his head” Kenshi told Kuai and Kuai nodded in agreement.

Kenshi’s fingers ran down the crisp, clean suit that Kuai was in, and gave his neck a little squeeze. “You are so eager Kuai.” Kenshi whispered into his ear. “Those thoughts of yours are just as naughty as Bi-Hans..” Kenshi continued his taunting. Kuai whimpered and pleaded a bit “mm please don’t start Kenshi.. these pants are already tightening.” Kenshi gave his neck another squeeze and he backed off. Kuai gave a little pant and headed into the bedroom. You arrived and Bi-Han had to drop you off and get out of there. He didn’t want to witness what was happening next. He wished you happy birthday and bit his lip as he watched you walk away. “You whore” Kenshi sent a playful thought to Bi-Han. Bi-Han cursed and left with a smile. Everyone took Kenshi’s teasing with ease.

You opened the door and was instantly pushed against it. “K-Kenshi!” You squealed. Kenshi’s tongue wetted his bottom lip and he smiled. “Happy birthday baby~” he whispered into your ear. He placed a hand on your back and guided you into the kitchen. He could hear Kuai’s breathing in the bedroom, and he was sure you had no idea what was happening. “This dress is stunning on you, beautiful purple~” he whispered as he pulled you into his lap in the kitchen. You blushed and leaned down to capture his lips. He kissed you back, and not to long later he had you pushed back on the kitchen table, his hand going to your thigh. He was already turned on, as Kuai’s thoughts flooded though his head. Before he moved back from kissing you, he had his black blindfold tied over your eyes. You gasped at the loss of sight and whined slightly. Kenshi got in these moods sometimes and it usually ended in you not walking straight for a few days. Kenshi’s hand had grabbed the handcuffs he was concealing under his suit jacket. He used his powers to pin your down to the table and clicked the handcuffs around your hands. You wiggled a bit against him and moaned softly as the metal bit your skin. Kenshi had you picked up bridal style and was taking you to the bedroom. “Celebration after. I promise” Kenshi whispered to you, but gave you a small piece of cake he had floating with him. Kuai laid on the bed, hand cuffed himself, his jacket open and his pants undone, just as Kenshi wanted him.

Kenshi set you to the floor, so you were standing on your own two feet again, and his arm around your waist kept you steady as he undid the zipper to your dress. Gently laying you back on the bed right at Kuai’s feet. Kuai had to keep quiet until Kenshi was ready for him. Kuai’s eyes watched the two of you, getting out of his suit as motionless as possible, watching as Kenshi began to kiss down your exposed chest. You moaned and tried to move, but Kuai had moved his foot to hold down your handcuffs with ease. Kenshi got to his Kees on the floor, his hands gripping your thighs, pulling them apart and dipping his head to one of your thighs and giving a slow lick. You shivered and tried to spread your legs more so he had room. He bent your knees and pulled them over his shoulders, before he pressed his face into you. Kenshi’s tongue working on your clit instantly. Moans filled the room as the soft silk of his blindfold rubbed against one of your thighs, when he tilted his head to the right. Kenshi’s fingers spread over your thighs and he began slow licks. He could feel Kuai’s breathing change along with your own. Your toes curled as Kenshi slid his tongue into you, causing your back to arch a little. Kenshi moaned against you, and quickened his pace a little bit. He motioned for Kuai to kneel beside him. Kenshi moved a bit and let Kuai in, right before he moved up the bed and captured your lips. As you tasted yourself on Kenshi’s lips, Kuai began to lick you with a bit of a rougher pace. At that moment you realized Kenshi was up here, so.. who was down there.. you gasped as Kaui’s cold hands gripped your thighs and pulled you onto his face roughly. His beard pressed against you, as he pushed his tongue inside you. The cold caused a shiver to rack through you, and you moaned loudly. Kuai was rougher of the two and his hands squeezed tightly onto your thighs, as he buried his tongue into you and curled it. “A-ah fuck.. Kenshi.. who the hell.. is that..” you moaned trying to form words as Kenshi rejoined Kuai and they both began to lick you, their tongues mixing as they both went for your clit. You knew exactly who it was. “K-Kuai” you moaned out as the ice formed on your thighs. Kenshi pulled back and let Kuai ravish you. Kenshi’s hand tangled into Kaui’s hair and gave him a pull, coaxing him. “You are such a good boy Kuai. Pleasuring her like this.” Kuai moaned against you and went rougher, Kenshi’s encouragement causing him to get even harder, and become almost animalistic with you. Kenshi’s left hand went to rub your clit and his right went down between Kuai’s legs and began to stroke him. “That’s a good boy Kuai. Tongue fucking my girl” Kenshi’s voice dripped with lust. Your moans filled the room and your thighs got tight around Kaui’s head. He pressed his cool tongue as far into you as he could. Between the feeling of your thighs on his head and Kenshi’s even strokes, Kuai was beginning to lose himself. He pressed his ass against Kenshi and kenshi’s chest kept him down on you. The pressure building from the weight on your lower half caused you to scream out and cum on Kuai’s face. Kuai whimpered and drank every drop of you. When Kuai pulled back, kenshi shoved him on the bed and pulled you up in the next motion. Kenshi picked up Kuai’s snapped handcuffs and tossed them across the room.

Kenshi lifted you and set you on Kuai’s waist. “You are gonna be a good girl for~” Kenshi began to say but you whimpered. The word that would come next make you weak. “~Daddy” Kenshi whispered into your ear and positioned you onto whimpering Kuai. He was so hard, he filled you instantly. Kenshi gave Kuai’s thighs a squeeze, before his own suit hit the floor then his hands held you down on Kaui’s cock. “You are gonna take this fucking from Kuai like a good girl, then daddy will reward you.” Kenshi said, causing both of you to whimper. “Fill her full baby boy” Kenshi directed that to Kuai and sat down beside you both, pulling his own cock out of his pants. Kuai flipped you so you were under him, beginning to find a quick steady pace. Kuai turned into a moaning mess along with you. Kuai’s cock tip found your sweet spot and you cried out. Kuai kept assaulting that spot, with Kenshi’s free hand on Kuai’s hip. “Good boy. Use her for your own pleasure Kuai” Kenshi encouraged, getting himself to a decent pace that would keep him busy until his turn. Kuai stuttered and felt you clench down around his cock. “A-Ah fuck.. m-master I’m close” Kuai moaned and his thrusts got sloppy. Kenshi laid a hard smack to Kuai’s ass and leaned to whisper into his ear. “Fill our good little girl. She deserves your cum”. Kuai cried out, throwing his head into your neck and biting down while thrusting into you deeply as he came.

Kenshi gave Kuai soft kisses along his back as you both caught your breath. You were so oversensitive and Kuai’s cum was dripping down your thighs as you still were trembling. Kuai took Kenshi’s spot on the bed, as kenshi pushed into you. The wet noises drawing moans from all three of you. Kenshi snapped his hips and his hand gripped your jaw. “You are such a good girl taking Kuai’s cock and then mine. Getting filled by both of us tonight.” Kenshi got a bit stern with you. You were already tightening and panting. “So oversensitive” Kuai cooed into your ear as he gave your neck kisses. Kenshi began to fuck into you with no remorse. His head leaning back as he found your spot and began to thrust against it. Kuai watched the sight in front of him and he was getting hard again. Kenshi’s hand rested on your throat and he squeezed gently. The air rushing out of your throat. Kenshi moaned and his hands gripped your thighs as he lifted your legs to his shoulders and began another relentless fucking. You were screaming and cumming all over Kenshi in no time. Kenshi used his power to pin Kuai down and forced him to watch you be fucked. Kuai’s eyes began to roll as he was cumming from just watching. Kenshi growled and he began to slow, his hot cum filling you. The warm and cold mixing inside you. You were shaking so bad, kenshi had to stop himself completely and hold you until you stopped. Kenshi dropped to his knees again and cleaned you up. “You are such a good girl.” Kenshi said as he cleaned every last drop of his and Kuai’s cum out of you. “Happy birthday baby” Kenshi and Kuai whispered both to you.

Kuai threw his arms over your waist before he passed out. Kenshi checked on both of you, Kuai had passed out and you were on the verge of unconsciousness. Kenshi made you drink a glass of water before you snuggled up facing Kuai. Kenshi cleaned up the bedroom before he laid down behind you and snuggled up with you, his hand resting on Kuai’s hip. He kissed your head and whispered how much he loved you. You let out a content tired moan and cuddled to both of them. “I-love you~” you began to tell Kenshi as your head dropped and you fell asleep.

[uwua3]

white day confession.

❄️🍶 yukishiro azuma

summary: azuma receives many gifts of admiration on valentine’s day, but he’s only returning one on white day

dedication: ruri — my divorcee of all time, internet bff, and much more, i love you! happy birthday!! 🎁🎊🎉

warnings: distance, feelings, slight angst

author’s note: this is for my best friend, ruri! i love her endlessly and so does azuma! happy birthday to the angel born on white day; azuma loves you and so do all your friends! (･ω<)☆

word count: 1,518

music: say yes – loco, punch

it was as if azuma wielded cupid’s bow, unintentionally shooting everyone within sight to fall hopelessly in love with him

after all, how could you not? he appeared like a demigod, with the grace of something heavenly and the touch of a human. azuma captured the hearts of anyone who gave him a second glance

it was only natural for him to receive confession after confession on valentine’s day, with the typical box of chocolates he disliked and traditional store-bought cards presented to him. it didn’t matter who it was; azuma would always politely reject them with a sympathetic smile before leaving behind a trail of broken hearts

it wasn’t exactly a reputation he sought after, but the title “king of broken hearts” began to follow azuma every valentine’s day

many thought they could change his mind, that they could chain him down and get him to sign a contract to commitment. azuma was blessed with ero’s wings, he could fly away from any trap possible. no one could keep azuma on the ground

except, you

azuma expected a letter from anyone but you. you were always one of his closest friends, where the line between friendship and romance blurred. it was a no strings attached kind of relationship, where you two could do anything you want but still be with each other at the end of the night

so when you carefully gave him a folded letter, azuma repressed a sigh at the foreshadowing of another failed casual relationship. he didn’t open it, nor did he say a word and neither did you. it was like a silent agreement—nothing would change if the feelings weren’t said aloud

there was this non-verbal deal to not read the letter, so azuma didn’t. but, for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to throw it away. all he had to do was rip it up and destroy any chance of being curious

but, it was like pandora’s box. azuma would lay in bed, knowing the letter was in his bedside and all he had to do was pull open the drawers. azuma would wake up, wondering what you possibly were afraid to say, and azuma would fall asleep, dreaming of what contents were penned in your handwriting

it was like you put a love spell over him. ever since azuma received your love letter, he couldn’t think of anything else but you

unfortunately, it wasn’t a drunk decision to open your letter once and for all. azuma smoothed the wrinkles upon his forehead for the nth time, finally giving in when homare (who quickly ran away for his own good) commented about the condition of azuma’s skin

the world was quiet for once as the moonlit letter was read. the ink seemed like a fountain pen, with a lavender wax seal discarded to the side. as azuma took in your words, he unintentionally began reciting them whenever his eyes closed for a moment too long

My dearest, Yukishiro Azuma

Good day. This will be my first letter to you which I believe is long overdue. Now where do I start? Should I mention how I first fell for you? It was love at first sight. The moment you appeared in my eyes, I was struck by your beauty and I was affected even more when I heard your alluring voice which promptly sent shivers down my spine.

azuma reminisced on the past, where you two were much more naive and younger than you were now. had he truly missed the way your eyes looked towards him? how had you seen him? were you infatuated as well? for all these years? azuma was flattered to be the subject of your affections, but how was he so unaware?

How could this be? How could this possibly be? Just your first appearance already made my heart aflutter. My feelings for you grew tremendously once I started to get to know you better. I smiled when you smiled. I laughed when you laughed. I cried when you cried.

it was true you two shared a bond unlike any other. it was as if you two were truly connected; soulmates, if you will

when you smiled, he had no choice but to smile along. when you laughed, azuma found the world to be a much better place than he originally thought. when you cried, azuma did everything in his power to hold you close. you two shared something indescribable and unexplainable, that much was true

When your first leading role came, I did my hardest to support you. I gave my everything for you. Of course, this was only natural. For my heart, body, and soul belongs to you.

azuma faintly relived what it felt like when you ran into his arms, throwing your arms around his neck with a bouquet of the prettiest cecilias. it was closing night and you were the first to stand up during the standing ovation. azuma watched you like you were the star of the show that night

I can't believe that such a fine man like you exists. Oh how blessed I am! Can you see it? Can you feel it? How I wish to caress the side of your face? How I wish my lips could touch yours? How I wish to be embraced in your arms throughout the night? My darling Azuma, allow me to be by your side forever and always.

I love you, my darling.

with your signature gracing the bottom of the parchment, azuma’s heart warmed from the thought and consideration you had put into the letter. at first, the feeling was a pleasant warm sensation but quickly faded into a bitter cold

this was the first time azuma had felt truly moved by a letter before. what did this mean? did this mean... no, it couldn’t be

azuma closed the letter, his hands faintly shaking and a blush that couldn’t go away across his face. you love him, azuma repeated this in his head until he fell asleep, your words pressed against his chest

a month passes before azuma writes his own letter. a month of fleeting glances, touches that trailed for too long, and unspoken words that could change everything. although both of you tried your best to make sure nothing changed, something did

conversations that once flowed so smoothly froze over like a winter waterfall. energy that only you two knew the meaning of faded into a spark of what it once was. you two slowly grew distant no matter what either of you did. you both knew what was inside the letter now, there was no turning back

so, azuma sits down, takes out his own fountain pen, and watches the lilac wax melt above the aromatic candle. all the words he couldn’t speak were forming at the tip of his fingers, all he had to was write

if azuma shared his feelings, he’d lose what he worked so hard to maintain: his independence, his freedom, his privacy. but, after a month-long contemplation, azuma knew he’d rather lose those things than lose you

To my beloved,

Perhaps this may come as a surprise to you, but my letter is long overdue as well. Words that I cannot bring myself to share are now dutifully written upon this page; I promise you, they are as truthful as they come. I have laid out my soul bare for you to choose whether or not to accept. Please be gentle with me as I attempt to express how I feel about you.

When we had first met, you had come into my life because the heavens had blessed me with humanity’s greatest gift. What did I, an unfortunate mortal, do to deserve such a person? Overcome by my blinding adoration for you, I continued worshipping you as the gods intended. For the past years have been nothing but bliss, you are the only person who could make me feel such a way.

I could see your angel wings when you had hugged me that closing night after Winter’s first show. I should’ve told you then, but I didn’t know. I am only human, how could I know what these emotions were when I had never experienced them?

To this day, I do not know if I’ve always felt this way about you. But, I do know now. Please forgive me for taking so much time to admit the truth.

I love you, too, my angel.

Love, Yukishiro Azuma

white day had arrived. you weren’t the type to receive an influx of gifts on either days, since you only had ever given one letter to a special someone in all your life

azuma was the type to be showered in sweets, chocolates, and letters every day of the year. his charm and charisma could make anyone fall head over heels, including you. but, he had never given a white day gift before

when you turned around, you noticed a letter being held out between the hold of azuma

could it be? did azuma love you, too?

“happy white day. i love you, my angel.”

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Plain Sight: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill, and angst

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated.

Feedback is gold, and it’s the only currency I take

"Don't forget that I cannot see myself -- that my role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror." - Jacques Rigaut

Being the youngest one on the team not only made you feel like you needed to work extra hard to prove you were worthy of your place on the team, but it made you feel like an outcast because everyone was so close and tight-knit. The only person you really knew was Gideon, but he was more closer to Hotch than anyone else since they were closer in age than the rest. The person closest to your age is Spencer which is why you feel like you connect more with him than anyone else.

It’s his birthday today, and everyone is celebrating at his desk with cake and trick candles. They seemed to be having a good time, and you didn’t want to join them and ruin their fun. It didn’t feel like you were part of this family just yet since you were fairly new with abilities they’ve never seen before. However, even if you weren’t celebrating with them, you still got Spencer a present. It’s special since you knew he would hold it dear to his heart. You were pretty proud of yourself for finding the exact item you wanted even though you were at the point of ripping your own hair out.

Hotch and Gideon were off to the side to watch the rest of the team celebrate, and you stood by them with your arms crossed shyly.

“Make a wish!” Elle grinned.

“Come on man! Blow, baby blow!” Derek teased when Spencer kept blowing at his candles despite them not going out.

“I thought you are full of hot air, Reid,” Elle joked.

“Come on, Reid.”

“They're trick candles, Spence, okay? They gonna come back on every time,” JJ caved in after seeing him try so hard to blow them out.

Derek grabbed the ends of Spencer’s big blue birthday hat and shoved it further down on his head with a huge smile.

“Oh, mommy to rescue you!”

“Mommy?” Spencer scoffed, shaking off his friend.

“Is it amazing he knows what he knows and he's only 24?” Hotch asked his friend with a shocked smile.

“Imagine what he’ll know by fifty.”

“I’m twenty-two,” you spoke up, causing both heads to turn to you.

“Why aren’t you over there with them?” Gideon asked.

“I don’t feel like I’m part of the family just yet. I mean, I’m the youngest, so I feel like they think I’m a kid or something. I don’t know. I’m weird,” you chuckled nervously.

“Hey, lil’ mama,” Derek called out for you when he noticed you off to the side. “Come on.”

“Yeah, come over here,” Spencer smiled.

Once he chimed in, the rest of the team wanted you to join them. Blushing, you hesitantly walked over to the group, and Derek wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“You’re part of this team now. You’ve proven yourself,” he grinned.

“Thanks, Derek,” you smiled right back.

“You blew wax on the cake, man,” Derek scoffed playfully, taking his arm away to help cut the cake.

Spencer got up to replace your spot next to Gideon since Hotch needed to take a call.

“Is this homemade or store bought?” you asked.

“I made it,” JJ smiled widely.

“Wow, this looks amazing and I bet it tastes amazing too,” you chuckled.

She put the first piece of cake on the plate, turned to Spencer, and called out to him.

“Hey Spence, first piece for the birthday boy,” she smiled.

Spencer looked from her to you, and you gave him a shy smile with a wave. He said something to Gideon before heading over, and he took the plate.

“Thank you.”

“Birthday boy,” you sang, taking a piece of cake that JJ handed you.

“When’s your birthday?”

“Not long after yours. Mine’s in February. I’ll be twenty-three. Sometimes I feel like I’m too young to be here.”

“I know that feeling,” he chuckled.

“Sorry, guys,” Hotch interrupted as he set the phone down with a sigh, “the party's over.”

The team knew what that meant, so they packed everything they could as fast as they could so they could discuss the case you knew was waiting for you in the briefing room. Each team member started for the stairs, but you grabbed Spencer’s arm to hold him back for a second.

“Sorry, I just, um… I know I haven’t known you for very long, but I got you something. A birthday present.”

“You did? You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but, um, you’ll have to wait until the end of the case to get it.”

“Why?”

“It gives you something to look forward to, yeah? Plus, we usually end cases at night, and I know you were born at night so why not make it memorable.”

“You remembered what time I was born?” he asked, shocked you took the time to do so.

“Reid, Y/N, let’s go,” Hotch announced from the conference room.

“Why wouldn’t I remember that?” you asked, brushing past him to rush to the conference room.

Spencer looked at you as you left, and he couldn’t help but give a hint of a smile at that piece of information. The files were already passed out, and you and Spencer took your seats so that everyone else could begin. There was no need to apologize since Hotch just jumped right into this one.

“We're going to San Diego.”

“Not for the surfing, huh?” Derek commented.

“They're calling him the Tommy killer. Six women raped and murdered in their homes in the last three weeks,” JJ shared.

“Six in three weeks? That's a short fuse,” you whistled.

“And getting shorter. The first two were eight days apart then the next four in two weeks.”

“Rapid escalation. Do you think he's regressing to a psychopathic frenzy?” Spencer asked.

“No, he's too controlled for that. See you on the plane,” Hotch answered, getting up to leave the room. However, before he could, Derek stopped him with a question.

“Why the Tommy killer?”

“You know the rock opera? This unsub glues the victims' eyes wide open.”

“He wants them to see him,” Spencer noted.

“And feel him,” you added.

“Brenda Samms was found yesterday by her children when they got home from school. She had been strangled with a thin ligature, possibly a wire. No weapon was left at the scene,” Hotch ran over the details of the case once everyone was on the plane.

Since it was one of the smaller jets, everyone was in close proximity of each other with you and Spencer seated next to each other, JJ, Gideon, and Elle in the middle, Hotch across from you and Spencer, and Derek all by his lonesome towards the front.

“The residue on the wrist and mouth indicate that duct tape was used and then removed. Also not found at the scene,” Spencer remarked. “Brought it with him, took it with him.”

“He also started leaving messages at the fourth scene,” Hotch explained, reading from one of the quotes left on the mirror at the latest victim’s house. “This was on the mirrors. ‘Fair lady, throw those costly robes aside. No longer may you glory in your pride. Take leave of all your carnal, vain delight’.”

“I’ve come to summon you away this night,” Spencer finished. “It's a ballad from the late 1600s. A dialogue betwixt death and a lady.”

“A 17th century ballad?” you thought.

“Essentially, a woman begging death to live.”

“What kind of person knows this ballad? Are we looking for a literature professor?” Elle wondered.

“Anyone with an internet connection, actually. You should see what comes up when you type the word ‘death’ into a search engine,” Spencer chuckled.

“Reid, no wonder you can't get a date,” Derek teased, but it wiped the smile off the young doctor’s face. 

Leaning over the small space, you got close enough to his ear so that only he could hear you.

“Don’t listen to him, Spencer. You’re a catch,” you patted him on the shoulder before sliding back into your normal position.

“Reid, you stay on the messages. See if there's a deeper meaning,” Hotch ordered.

“It definitely looks like he ransacked the crime scene pretty well. A lot of damage, but nothing seems to be taken,” you observed.

“The eyes are the thing, the signature. The behavior that isn't necessary for the murder, but necessary for the emotional release. That's what he's there for,” Gideon stated.

“There used to be a widely held belief that the eyes record a snapshot of the last thing a person sees before they die.”

“Yeah, that's right. People used to write poems about talking to death,” Derek commented.

“Ballads,” Spencer corrected him.

“Whatever.”

“You think they'll ever run out of new things to do with their victims?” Elle asked.

“Well, finding new ways to hurt each other is what we're good at,” Gideon sighed.

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[secludedsunflower]

Cupcakes with tea candles

In which Lucas celebrates Yuugo's birthdays in the windmill, many kilometers away

!! TPN MANGA SPOILERS !!

[one-shot under cut]

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"Mister Lucas, why do you have a candle placed next to one of the cupcakes we baked?" A young Oliver asked, looking up from where he was sitting with Zack and Paula eating cupcakes they helped some of the older children make.

Lucas looked back at them, as all the kids were now staring at him with questioning eyes. Oliver had been the first person to ever ask him that amongst the new arrivals and no one really knew the full reason besides the lady who had originally saved him many years ago. One of the eldest kids went over to hush Oliver but Lucas waved him away.

"It's fine Raphael. I might as well tell them now that they're finally calm and quiet for once." He said with a chuckle.

Raphael nodded before ushering the other kids in the windmill outside so they could enjoy their baked goods in the warm sunlight, giving Lucas privacy with the curious eleven-year-olds. As the door closed, Lucas turned to face the kids and relaxed somewhat.

"Back when I was about your age, I also had friends, just like you three right now." Lucas started, Oliver, Zack, and Paula all listening attentively.

"Well one day, I lost my friends. Though they are not with me now, I celebrate their birthday to remember them. Does that make sense?"

Oliver and Zack nodded but Paula still had a question.

"What do you mean by their birthday? You mentioned having friends, yet you used the singular form of the word birthday...? And you also do this in the springtime, what is that about?" She questioned.

Lucas hadn't even realized that. Oh god, how smart are these new plantation kids- they must've changed the curriculum-

"Oh, well, I was referencing only one person for this specific day... Today is their birthday and since they were such a good friend, I like to celebrate their birthday every year~ And the springtime reminds me of the time where I lost my friends, so I do this to remember them" Lucas responded, watching Paula nod in understanding yet still look at him with a sense of suspicion.

"That's really cool Mister Lucas! I hope that one day I'll be able to celebrate Oliver and Paula's birthdays at your age except hopefully with them by my side!" Zack exclaimed, earning a smile from all three in the room.

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Later that night when all the kids were settled down and asleep, Lucas crept back to the main area where he had placed the cupcake and candle.

Taking out a box of matches from one of his pockets, Lucas struck the match against the igniter paper, creating a fire and causing the areas around the match light to glow with a mellow yellow color.

He brought the match over to the candle and lit it, before dropping the match in a nearby ashtray. He wasn't even sure why the windmill would have one but he was grateful for it nonetheless. Taking a seat in one of the higher chairs and faced the cupcake and candle.

"Yuugo, Happy 22nd birthday. I know I've said this multiple times in the past few years but I really hope you're alive and well. You know, we'd be in college right now according to all the books we read in the house. I wonder how that would've gone. Maybe if we lived normally in the human world, we'd still be with Dina and all the others.

Perhaps more kids have tried to escape and you're with them now in the bunker, helping them learn to survive and teaching them how not to make all the stupid mistakes we made at their age. As for me, I have plenty of children I'm teaching. Some of them even remind me of us at times. Three of the youngest remind me of how hopeful me, you and Dina were back then.

Eh, enough about me. We're getting old now. If you are alive, we're making history as two cattle kids surviving to adulthood. Maybe we'll get to reunite again someday. Hopefully, we will. I miss you so much. I hope you are staying safe."

Lucas doesn't even know why he still does this each year.

He knows the chances of Yuugo still being alive were slim. It was entirely possible he was eaten in the forest while escaping or he may have succumbed to the injuries he gained during the battle.

Perhaps he couldn't handle the survivor's guilt. He may have gone that route and the possibility of that terrified Lucas. He's seen it first hand too many times, some of the children even as young as 12. It was horrible, yet a completely valid factor.

It was stupid to partake in this annual tradition, but if anything had gotten Lucas through these 6 years, it was hope. So he kept doing this, no matter how impossible it gets as the year goes by

Lucas began to hum one of the birthday songs they would always sing at the bunker, and blew out the candle, leaving him sitting in the darkness. Staring at the cupcake and candle in the darkness, he almost laughs at the sad sight.

No matter, it was already getting late. He slid out of the chair and put away the candle and plate. There was a tiny door near the kitchen, just small enough to possibly fit a milk bottle. Lucas decides to just put the cupcake outside that door, to let it get eaten naturally... hopefully unlike what could've happened to Yuugo.

Closing that little door, Lucas put away everything, including the still smoking candle. He crept out of the room, unaware of the three small children who were watching him in hiding.

--- [huge timeskip to the human world, Oliver and Zack are 22, Paula is 21]

Today they had two cupcakes with two candles resting in front of one combined gravestone, the graves under them empty. Oliver, Zack, and Paula had a gravestone made for both Yuugo and Lucas once they were situated in the human world and they would visit it occasionally especially with how close it was to their apartments.

Over time they visited less frequently because they had all had moved to live near Emma half of the time and here the other half of the time but they had always made it a priority to be able to visit the gravestone at this time of the year.

Everyone else had already come to pay respects earlier, some of the Goldy Pond and Bunker kids staying behind for a bit before eventually leaving Oliver, Zack, and Paula alone to have their moment.

Ray and Pepe had baked the cupcakes this year and gave them to Paula before leaving with the Goldy Pond kids. Gillian had taken up the hobby of candlemaking with Anna so those two made the candles they were using today. It was a change to their normal tradition but they found that this made it more meaningful in a way.

It was all set up and Oliver, Zack, and Paula were just kinda standing there awkwardly. Zack started speaking, breaking the silence that had fallen among them.

"Well, this isn't really a birthday celebration huh-" he said with a halfhearted chuckle. "Maybe that's ok though. At least we're doing something, just like you would do every year around the time the Goldy Pond battle happened for you and your friends Lucas."

Oliver was the next to speak, all of his formal speeches used up at the earlier visiting.

"Yeah. We miss you Lucas. You too Yuugo, just.... not as much." He joked, already imagining the face Yuugo would've made at him had he still been alive.

"But seriously, I hope whatever awaits you after death has been nice for both of you and that maybe you've reunited with everyone you've lost in your lives. I don't really know how death works but hopefully, you're happy and together."

Paula went next, sitting on the ground near the gravestone. Oliver and Zack followed suit.

"Lucas, we're just about as old as you were during our first year at Goldy Pond when we saw you do your little cupcake ritual for Yuugo," Paula started, the three of them beginning to remember that day.

"However, it was a birthday, not a death day like we have to do now. I remember Zack saying how he wished to live as long as you and celebrate our birthdays together. That's been happening and this year we finally reached that age, thanks to the sacrifices made by you and Mister Yuugo."

"Everyone has grown up well. We all miss you guys." Zack said, the three of them falling into silence just like before.

Oliver was the first to lean into the candles, with Zack and Paula following suit and blowing the candles together.

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Notes:

no beta reader we die like men

i wrote this at 2am yesterday, slapped on a half-assed ending, and never decided to reread before posting. Oh boy. Good luck ig

[itsmiyamore]

Some parallels I've found in YSUFT songs to other Maisie songs

I'm a little late but CONGRATS TO MAISIE FOR GETTING A NUMBER 2 ALBUM AHHHDISNFISNFKSJDJSJ

Key:

Italics are titles of song from YSUFT, songs not from the album aren't italicized

They're color coded simply so you can tell which lyrics belong to what song

Anything that is in black text isn't a song title or lyric

The bolded is the part that parallels each other

I tried to put the songs in an order that would make sense if it were a story

John Hughes Movie and Outdoor Pool

'Cause this ain't no John Hughes movie where the girl gets the guy

I'm still in that movie // When we went swimming in an outdoor pool

Outdoor Pool and John Hughes Movie

Is she gonna be your girlfriend? Guess i misunderstood // It was the worst day of my life but it's all good

What am I gonna say, what am I gonna do? // Everyone told me so, don't wait around for you // Guess i misunderstood, thought you liked me too

Toast and Outdoor Pool

You'll still grow into a someone with a mortgage and a wife // Maybe she'll be called Rebecca, she's the love of your life

First boy with a driver's license // Heard you took Rebecca to HMV

You to You and Psycho

Blocked on both your phones, oh, look at that, I guess it's two for two

You're so crazy, baby who has two phones? One for her and one to still call me psycho

You to You and Psycho (again)

Calling me a psycho to our friends and that's not news to me

Crazy to think that you still call me psycho

Birthday and Volcano

Today's my birthday and you're still not there, you're still not there

I wished you happy birthday and you still said nothing

Volcano and Hollow

You got away with it // You crossed then burnt the bridge

You're the one that got away and you got away with a lot

April Showers and Villain (this one might be a stretch, you could say neither has to do with the other but i like to think they connect)

And every hour I'm more aware, she's in your eyes, no underwear

Now you're in her room, getting undressed

Tough Act and Birthday

I was hard to handle and we burned out like a birthday candle

It's two a.m. the candles are burned out

Tough Act and Hollow

I'll cut it at the root and drain it 'til it's all so hollow

So how do you feel? 'cause I feel // Hollow

Tough Act and Hollow

Saying goodbye to a best friend // Is the bad part of the right thing to do

I just miss my friend

"I'm trying" Motif

- Literally the entirety of I Want You to Change, but im only sticking to YSUFT songs

Can you tell I'm trying? Running out of breath // I know I'll get better, I'm just not better yet

- You Signed Up For This

Well I might be bitter and twisted and broken and petty and lying // But at least I'm trying

- I'm Trying (Not Friends)

Last train on the Northern Line // I'm trying to keep you out my mind

- Elvis Song

Saying, "Jesus Christ, just move on already" // Oh, don't you think I'm trying?

- Villain

Is it just me or does this album gave off major childhood friends to lovers to exes vibes? Like those lines in Hollow and Tough Act, plus the second verse of Tough Act

Ms Maisie you did not have to come for my heart like that but you know what? The songs were *chefs kiss* so i can't even complain

Feel free comment or inbox me if you have any others i missed! <3