#go back to bakery training soon this i can't wait

[starrynights-sunnyskies]

as the flowers bloom, my heart does too ⋆*·ﾟmisa x putellas!femreader, social media au, (10/-)

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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

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marisabel_rguez: Going to turn this house into a home 😊 Liked by yourusername, jennihermoso, bff2 and 18,935 others

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sofie.svava even more happy times ahead!!

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bff3 Wishing you lots of love and happiness in your new home!!

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bff1 celebrating with the good clicquot i see! jk, here's to a ton of happy memories!!! you both deserve it 💘

yourusername home is wherever you are 😘 liked by marisabel_rguez ↳ albaps9 is it me or does it smell cheesy in here? liked by alexiaputellas

username1 and they were roommates!!! ↳ username2 historians will say they were good friends

jennihermoso When's the housewarming party? 😉

haleyraso Can't wait to see your fancy new pad 😍

leilaouahabi i'm visiting as soon as i can!!

albaps9 fyi, she's going to be a pain when it'll come to the decorating ↳ marisabel_rguez No worries! I find it cute that she's passionate about it! ↳ albaps9 she's turning your flaws into positives, @/yourusername keep her ↳ yourusername planning on it!!

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yourusername: one day at a time 🌼 Liked by bff3, friend1, marisabel_rguez and 1,320 others

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bff2 I MISS YOU ALREADY!! ↳ bff3 Me too. ↳ bff1 me three ↳ albaps9 me four ↳ alexiaputellas Me too. ↳ bbf1 alexia you broke our chain 😤 ↳ alexiaputellas 😂

marisabel_rguez Mi alma, I'll be back from camp before you know it! 😘 ↳ yourusername ☹️

friend1 Happy we met 🤟

bff1 we already finished all the cupcakes on the train back 😇 liked by bff2

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marisabel_rguez: Loving loudly 😊 Liked by alexiaputellas, friend1, claudiaapina and 43,624 others

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username1 😍😍😍

bff2 The sweetest couple!

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albaps9 seeing you two always makes me so happy, excuse me while i go and sob 😓

alexiaputellas Finally no more secrecy or surprises for me jajaja ↳ albaps9 don't you fucking jinx it now, you can still be teased and traumatised 🤣 ↳ alexiaputellas Ay, please no 🤨

jennihermoso As you should 😘

yourusername te amo desde el fondo de mi corazón 🥺 liked by 56 others ↳ marisabel_rguez Te quiero con toda mi alma!! liked by 47 others

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tagged: bff1, bff2, marisabel_rguez, bff3 yourusername: with my clique. minus the clicquot bc bestie's running a bakery atm 👶👯‍♀️ Liked by bff3, albaps9, marialeonn16 and 1,029 others

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you nooo where are you 🥺

Misa 🤍 Good morning, love!! Getting groceries with your mami. You looked too peaceful. Didn’t want to wake you. Didn’t you find my note?

you what note? 😔

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you wait i found it!! i love you too 😊

you oh and can you please bring more of my favourite snacks? alba ate them last night ):

Misa 🤍 Already got them in the cart 😛

you te quiero MUCHO

Delivered

Misa 🤍 Hey, now where are YOU? 😂😅

you walking the dogs with albs and ale 😳

you but i'll be back in a sec! prometo 🤍🌼

Misa 🤍 No worries, take as long as you need. I've been wanting to have a chat with your mom for a while now anyway 😘

you better not be about me. you know that gossiping is a sin, right?

Misa 🤍 Can it really be called gossiping when it's just gushing about you?

Misa 🤍 And hey, what we did last night wasn't? Since when have you been on your best behaviour?

you just feel like being a good girl for you for once

you anyway, you better watch her, because she can't help herself but do stuff around the house and there are things i don’t need her to find 😐

Delivered

you misa??

you this is important 😖

you MARIA ISABEL RODRIGUEZ!

you ay ay ay... oh no 😅

Delivered

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username1: eeehh, why was yn crying at the game last night?  Liked by 145 others

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username2 im pretty sure this pic resurfaced from last year ↳ username3 No, it was last night. ↳ username2 well fuck ↳ username4 I was seated close to the family section and can confirm this was last night. ↳ username2 spill? ↳ username4 She sat like that the entire time and left before the game ended. Misa went straight off the pitch too. 

username5 PLS NO TROUBLE IN PARADISE PLS PLS PLS I BEG

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username7 No, now i'm upset too ):

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a/n: thank you for still being here to read and support, loves! 🌼🌻

[thescoopstroopers]

sorry besties if i don't respond to messages right away work is kicking my butt, im changing jobs because of locations being issues as well as hours i asked for part time and they keep giving full time work, im working at a bakery instead of target, my job coach actually sat down with me and knew i was starting to get overwhelmed wasn't a decision i wanted to make but target isn't for everyone i told my job coach i can't keep doing full time work when i asked for part time so i have a spot open at a bakery in town that's not far from home also i start that in two weeks i worked in a bakery before im more familiar with that environment and don't get as overwhelmed there.

[whiskey-tango-matcha]

Chatterbox (M, cold, 'drabble')

A little prompt-based fluff for you guys :) Reed and Greyson go out to dinner, but Reed realizes something is up when Greyson won't shut tf up lol. I'm loving writing this relationship, I can't lie, so sorry if it's too much Reed and Greyson lately - I'll get back to my other guys soon!

1.6K words (just a tiny lil blip of a story haha) CW: Male snz, coughing, fever, contagion mention. Hope you like it :)

Chatterbox

Reed looked down at his phone as he waited on Greyson, rereading the stream-of-consciousness texts his boyfriend had sent throughout the day.

Greyson

1:42PM

sooo pumped for tonight bb :)

1:56PM

should I wear a suit…? I know it’s a new spot but the website definitely reads ‘fine dining’, like fine-er than most of my clothes know how to be...

2:24PM

I think I’ll do dark jeans & a black button up. johnny cash style. cant go wrong w that. hahah.

3:17PM

I know ur working still but im just really excited to see you:):)

It was cute – borderline adorable – how nervous Greyson seemed for their dates, even after almost a year of the two of them being together. Reed had, of course, answered Greyson’s plethora texts throughout the day, but had tried to keep himself subdued so he wouldn’t give away his hand; tonight, he was going to ask Greyson to move in with him.

He knew it was a bit of a long time coming, but Reed was really trying to keep from scaring Greyson off by doing anything too quickly. His boyfriend certainly had a bit of past-relationship trauma that Reed tried valiantly to navigate; it was hard to figure out what the right time to do anything was. Sometimes, he wasn’t sure there was ever going to be a right time to push their relationship to the next level. But things had been good lately; like, really good. Tonight felt… right.

Greyson’s presence was palpable before Reed even saw him blow through the door. He looked up from his phone and clocked his boyfriend, standing out side the restaurant with his elbow locked over his face; Reed cocked his head a bit, confused. Was he… coughing?

The chef, clad in the Johnny-Cash-getup he’d promised, shook himself out before pushing the door to the restaurant open. He pawed at his nose with the back of his hand while asking the hostess to point Reed out – she gestured towards their table, and Greyson smiled when the two of them locked eyes. Reed waved, smiling back. Something was certainly… off.

“Sorry I’m late, baby,” Greyson said, kissing the top of Reed’s head before sitting across from him. “The fuckin’ train was running late again.”

“I’ve told you a million times I’ll come pick you up for dates,” Reed said, squeezing Greyson’s hand across the table. “You don’t always have to take the train.”

Greyson shrugged, smiled a little loopily. “I like the train,” he said, picking up his menu and squinting at the small font. “Lots of time to think. I’ve come up with my best dishes on the subway, I’m pretty sure; you remember that tart I made for the writer’s dinner, the one where we saw each other for the second time? Came up with that on the train. I was sitting next to this girl, probably a student, and she was eating one of those little egg tarts, the ones from the Japanese bakeries? I thought, damn I bet a root vegetable in one of those would fuckin’ slay – spoiler alert, it so did. Where would I have come up with that if not for the train? Plus, it’s one of the most sustainable ways to travel. I get my good karma for not actively killing the environment in. Win-win. What’re we eat – HTSHH! NXTSHH!” Greyson’s explosion of word vomit was very suddenly cut off to stifle two painful-sounding sneezes into the back of his hand.

Reed blinked for what was maybe the first time since his boyfriend sat down. “...bless,” he said after a beat. Greyson nodded, sniffled a little, and picked the menu back up.

“What’s this place’s thing anyway?” Greyson continued, flipping the menu over to look at drinks. “I can’t seem to figure it out; are they Italian? Mediterranean? Fine dining? Just high-end? No tasting menu, but prices are high enough to warrant one. Wine list reads very Italian, but there are like three dishes with hummus on them? I’m half-expecting to be served babaganoush bolognese. Which… maybe would work? Actually, eggplant, tomato sauce… I could see it working. You never know. Can’t judge a book by its menu, right? What’re you drinking? Want to get a bot -?”

This second monologue was cut short when Reed reached across the table to place a gentle hand on Greyson’s face. Just as he expected: hot.

“Babe,” Reed said gently, taking his hand back, “you’re burning up.”

The chef cast his glance down, embarrassed. “You weren’t supposed to figure that out till after dinner,” he muttered. Reed laughed.

“Seriously? You had to know I’d figure something was up. You’ve been monologing since the moment you sat down. Have you been sick all day? You should’ve told me, honey. How much cough medicine did you take before you showed up here?”

Greyson looked up at Reed and gave him a little half-smile. “Pretty sure I downed half a bottle of Robutusssin, not gonna liiii – hh! HhNXTSHH-ue! Huh-TSHH-ue!” Once again, Greyson attempted to stifle, to no avail. He allowed himself two painful little coughs before righting himself again.

“Bless you,” Reed said again. “I wish you would just sneeze normal, that always sounds so painful.”

“We’re in a restaurant,” Greyson said, a huskiness beginning to creep in to his voice. “That’s so gross.”

Reed rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. Who cares? No one’s looking at us. They’re too busy with their many, many hummuses.”

A laugh bubbled out of Greyson, and with it came a flurry of congested coughs he directed into the sleeve of his shirt. “Don’t mbake me laugh,” he muttered, taking a drink of water. “You’re gonna get us kicked out.”

“Good,” Reed said, flagging the waiter. “I’m so sorry,” he said when the young, well-dressed server came to their table, “something’s come up and we’re going to have to go.” He handed the kid a fifty. “Thank you for your help.”

The server nodded, said thank you to Reed, and went to grab the two men’s jackets. Greyson raised an eyebrow, confused. “What’re you doing?”

“Taking you home,” Reed said. “You need tea and soup, not…” he glanced back down at the menu, “fattoush flatbread.” Greyson visibly deflated.

“I wanted to spend the evening with you,” he said, his voice subdued. “I’m sorry. I should’ve called and canceled, I just… I mbiss you when we don’t see each other all week. You’re always busy, I’mb always busy, it just fucking sucks. I don’t even know how I got fucking sick… oh wait, yes I do. Elijah had a cold last week – was that last week? Did I tell you that? I can’t remember. I think the servers gave it to him. Fuckin’ servers, I’ve never met a group of people who get sick mbore than theehh – huh! Fuck – HUHETSHHH-ue! Huh-! HhITSZZZCH-ue!” Greyson folded in half, his torso practically beneath the table in an attempt to keep the entire restaurant from hearing him. It was, of course, at that moment that the server returned with their coats. Reed took them silently, and stood to gather his boyfriend, who slowly unfurled himself from his own lap.

“Bless you,” he said, gently helping Greyson to his feet and slipping his coat over his shoulders. He lead the two of them past the host stand and onto the sidewalk, where he turned Greyson to face him.

“First of all,” he said, sweeping Greyson’s hair out of his eyes and caressing his cheek, “I know a subset of people who get sick more than servers, and it’s chefs. You and all your chef buddies are pestilence incarnate because you work nine hundred hours a week.” This prompted a little laugh from Greyson. Perfect, thought Reed. Break the tension.

“Secondly, yes, you did tell me that Elijah was sick, and I told you, and I quote, ‘Don’t get too close, I know you two love to share a cold’, but I know you don’t like to listen to authority, so not sure what I expected.” Another laugh. Greyson pushed his hair back, rubbed his nose, and pulled Reed in to hug him. Reed continued from this spot, pressed into Greyson’s shoulder.

“And thirdly,” he said, “I miss you too. All the time. Which is why I asked you out tonight.” He pulled away, reached into his pocket, and dropped a key into Greyson’s palm. “I don’t want to miss you anymore. I don’t want you to have to take the train from Brooklyn every single night, I don’t want us to hang out once a week, I don’t want to drop you at your apartment to take care of yourself. I want to see you when I wake up every morning. I want to hear you sneak in at three AM after you and Matt go clubbing. I want to take care of you, at home, when you’re sick.” Reed smiled, a little embarrassed, as Greyson stared at the key. “Move in with me,” Reed said. “Please.”

Greyson’s mouth opened, then shut without words a couple of times before he looked Reed in the eyes. “Yes,” he said, nodding. “Okay. Yes. Yes, please.”

Reed felt a smile bloom on his face, huge, goofy, unashamed. He took Greyson’s face in his hands and planted a kiss on his lips. Greyson held his boyfriend by the waist, then picked him up to spin him around. “I love you,” Greyson muttered into Reed’s mouth.

“I love you more,” Reed said, smiling. Greyson turned away then, suddenly to -

“HRRSHH-ue! HhhITSHZZCH-ue!” he sneezed away from his boyfriend, which prompted a laugh from Reed.

“Probably too late for that nicety,” Reed joked, elbowing Greyson playfully. The chef huffed out a laugh and rolled his eyes.

“I figured sneezing directly into your face would probably kill the moment,” he said, sniffling. “But I’ll go ahead and just do it next time.”

“Oh, shut up,” Reed laughed, kissing Greyson again. “C’mon. Let’s get you home and in bed. Sickie.”

Greyson smiled a little. “Yeah,” he said, looping his arm into Reed’s. “Let’s go home.”

[kringletheelf04]

This is crazy (chapter 6)

It's been over a week. A lot has happened already. First Charlie took dad to career day at school and blabbed that dads Santa and I'm the spirit of Christmas. Now he's under evaluation and Laura is threatening dad to take away custody. Currently I'm in the kitchen of my bakery rolling out sugar cookie dough.

The sound of music fills the bakery. The song Quiet, Heavy dreams by Zach Bryan bounces off the walls. I sing along to the lyrics

"How's a man get so homesick for a face he's never seen?"

"Yah know, I always thought that. Now I've met you I don't think I'll be able to stay away." A familiar voice snaps me out of my tranquility.

Turning around, I raise my rolling pin, ready to beat senseless whoever broke into my locked bakery.

I am met with a pair of coffee colored eyes. They shimmer with fondness I've seen only once before. It's Bernard!

"What the fuck dude! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" I berate him, setting the rolling pin onto the counter and pause the speaker.

"First off, language. If you're gonna be the face of Christmas spirit you're gonna have to change that. Also I told you I'd be seeing you soon (y/n)." Bernard grimaces.

"This is crazy! That was just some silly dream!" I say as I pace the floor.

His grin drops, if only momentarily. It makes me feel bad. I've only spent a couple hours with this guy before and I'm already getting attached. This is such main character bullshit.

"I'm sorry you feel that way. But I'm here to help train you to be the Christmas spirit." Bernard states, hands buried in his pockets.

"How'd you even get in? The doors are all locked and all of our windows are stationary." I query.

"Elf magic." Bernard says peering over my shoulder.

"Well I can't 'train', or whatever right now. I have so many orders that need filled. I'm up to my ears in cookie dough. So unless you're here to help frost over 12 dozen snowflake cookies, then you need to vamoose." I go to wash my hands and continue to roll out the cookie dough.

"I don't think you get this is a big deal (y/n). Even if you're my soulmate I can't let you slack in responsibilities." Bernard walks next to me.

"I can't do this 'responsibilities' bull crap right now. I already have way to much on my plate. I have to make these cookies, pick up Charlie from school, and have dinner in the table by the time dad gets home. I cannot be talking to myself in the back room of my shop. I'm already going crazy talking to animals, not this too!" I rant to Bernard.

"Wait. Did you say talking to animals? When did this start?" Bernard grabs my shoulder and turns me to face him.

"The night that guy fell off our roof. The reindeer talked to me." I say setting down my rolling pin.

"You probably think I'm crazy, then again you're not even real, right!" I nervously chuckle.

"I'm real. Just as real as you are." Bernard states into my eyes

"So if you're real, then why don't you have a last name?" I cross my arms.

"Elves don't. It makes things easier when looking for your soulmate. Normally they are other elves. I've looked into it. You're the first ever human in elven history to have a soulmate." Bernard gets even closer to me.

I start putting the cookie dough back. I can't do this right now. I'll just do it tomorrow. If I get in early enough I'll be ok.

"So what exactly does this mean for me, for us I mean?" I untie my apron and fold it. I set it on the counter and wash my hands of any flour.

"You've got to move to the pole in approximately 10 months and 11 days. From there you will live out the rest of eternity spreading Christmas joy." Bernard explains.

"Christmas joy! That's bullshit." I spit.

" I read a bit about you. I'm sorry that such an experience has ruined so many precious moments for you." Bernard says softly.

"How do you know about my mom?" I ask, tears welling up in the corners of my eyes.

"As your soulmate, I'm required to know. And I'm sorry you had to go through that. It's not fair for any child of any age to lose a parent." Bernard pulls me into a hug.

He's warm, but not too warm. My arms go around his neck and his to the small of my back. If I'm crazy, I like crazy. I like him. He's been nothing but kind to me and now I feel like a jerk.

"I'm such a jerk! I'm so sorry!" I sob.

"It's ok. It's ok. I know you're under a lot of stress." He breaths softly.

I pull back and I'm sure my face is red and tear stained, but he looks at me like I'm the most beautiful person in the galaxy. So much love radiates off of him.

My eyes dart back and forth from his eyes to his lips. I start to subconsciously lean forward. His hand moves from my back to cup my cheek. His thumb brushes my cheek softly. I lean in just enough that our noses brush. I can feel his breath, uneven and heavy. My lips close in on his. His lips catch mine in a soft, yet passionate kiss. I swear I can feel sparks. He tastes of chocolate and a hint of peppermint. Suddenly he separates himself and presses his forehead onto mine. I take his hand into mine and squeeze lightly.

I pull away. "I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry!"

"It's ok. I'm your soulmate. It's natural to feel a pull to me. I sure feel a pull to you. If I didn't I wouldn't have kissed you back." Bernard pulls me into a embrace.

We are interrupted by the alarm on my phone going off. I grab it and curse.

"Fuck, I gotta pick up Charlie. Dad is supposed to be working late tonight and it's his weekend. I'm sorry to do this, but I have to go." I grab my car keys and turn back to him.

"It's ok. I know you've got a lot to do. I'll be visiting soon again. We got to get you trained. Your dad will fall into it, but you have to know what to do." He smiles and I swear the room brightens.

"I'll see you then!" I start out the door.

"By the way -" I start, turning around. Only to see just a poof of glitter in the air and Bernard nowhere to be seen. I scoff and lock the door behind me.

[periwinckles]

The train back to twelve - chapter 9

Week 5 - Delly

“You planted the primroses already?” I ask Peeta as I plop myself down on one of his kitchen chairs. 

His house has been empty for nine months or so, and was in dire need of a full cleaning. Of course Peeta would want to do that on his very first day back. That alone tells me he’s more like himself than ever. Not that he’s paranoid or anything. But he likes his stuff clean, organized. It needs to be pleasing to the eye. He would always say, whether he was talking about cookies, the state of his counter when he finished working or his handwriting. 

“I went there this morning, as soon as I got home.”

“What happened to settling down first?” I ask him and instead of an answer he bites his lip. I’m waiting for it. Waiting. waiting. And he smiles. There. That’s the real Peeta. 

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s perfectly normal to want to see her.” I tell him with a smile of my own as I throw a kitchen towel at him. We both laugh and it’s just as if we’re back in the bakery’s kitchen two years ago. Only Rye is missing.

“It’s good to have you back.”

“It’s good to be back. Tell me about the rebuilding.”

There is so much to tell. I tell him about the 47 of us, how we’re organized, what we have done so far. I tell him Saul shaved for the first time this week and he grins broadly. I tell him about the camp and our chores. When I mention the storm, he offers his house.

“I have a lot of rooms, and I can bunk up with Haymitch until you have new houses standing. You should break in the other houses too, it makes no sense for you to be staying in tents.”

“We thought about that on our first day, but ultimately decided against it. We came back to rebuild the district. We want to live in houses we built ourselves, not..”

“Not houses the Capitol built.”

“You know what I mean.”

It’s different for Peeta, Katniss or Haymitch. They’ve earned their houses. Maybe the next generation will be able to put the rest to use, but not us. 

“I want to help somehow. You think I could do something?” 

I squeal in excitement and give him an impulsive hug. I hoped he would want to get himself involved, but I never expected him to jump right to it on the first day. 

“Yes, yes, of course! You could bake! We only get bread on the day the train arrives and it's never fresh. And if you want to help with the construction supplies it would be great, you’ve always been so strong! I’ll talk to Thom and I’m sure he’ll give you something to do!”

“Thom?" He asks, pondering for a bit  "Miner? Around Gale’s age?”

“Yeah, you know him?”

“I do, I’ve met him a couple of times.” He pauses for a few seconds. “You’ve mentioned him a lot.”

I can feel the flush creeping from my neck and reaching my cheeks and the look on Peeta’s face tells me he noticed it.

“He’s my crew chief. And we… we spend a lot of time together.” I cover my face with my hand to hide my flush and I giggle like a schoolgirl. 

"Your crew chief?" He asks with a knowing smirk.

"Maybe more. I'm not sure. It's fairly recent, and we haven't really clarified it. But… yeah, more. Definitely more."

I know I'm smiling like a fool but I can't help it. I've been like this all day. When I got out of Thom's tent this morning I was wary of snarky comments but everyone acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. At lunch, when Cyrus asked me if my boyfriend was still asleep, I was about to burst with happiness.

If Rye was here I'm sure he would be making crude jokes right now, but this is Peeta, so he just shakes his head with a grin and lets me off the hook.

“You want to see the clothes now?”

We go to his basement where he keeps trunks filled with garments from the Capitol. I do the sewing and the mending at camp and most working clothes are starting to be battered and ruined. We go through some of his stuff and find a couple of garments that aren’t as extravagant, though not exactly working clothes. But I think I can alter some of the shirts and pants.

“I could also use some of this fabric to just patch up the workers' clothes, if you don’t mind me ruining them.”

“Be my guest. I don't want them. But you should be heading back if you want to be there before nightfall. You have a curfew right?”

I never told him anything about the theft, or Cyrus’ suspicions about outers in the forest, but somehow he knows. My questioning look is enough to grant me an answer.

“Haymitch told me.”

“You’ve really been busy today, haven’t you?” I ask him, taking the garments I picked so far. 

“I need to stay busy."

We reach the ground floor and Peeta hands me an empty bag for the clothes. "Thanks for helping me with the house, Delly.”

I didn't do as much as I wanted, but between the both of us we managed to get the kitchen, living room and the master bedroom sparkling clean.

“Don't mention it Peeta. I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon to go through the rest of the clothes, if that’s alright with you?"

He nods and bids me goodbye, and I head to camp in a hurry to not skip dinner. I haven't felt this excited in months. The storm was a setback, but I know the cleaning is going well, and maybe we can get the first modular homes up before the end of the Summer. I have nice sturdy fabric to work with. I have a new tent. My heart flutters with giddiness again at the thought of this.

When I get to camp I spot Thom at the tent's entrance. I haven’t seen him all day and 

I feel almost dizzy with excitement. He stands tall with his back to me, rummaging through a backpack and I take my time to just look at him. Fine, I'm ogling him. I suppose I'm allowed, now? Never in a million years would old Delly even imagine something like this. I was never a girl to draw male attention. Certainly not from a guy like Thom. He's tall and slender, but mining made him strong. Dark hair, slightly long. His eyes nearly shut whenever he laughs and his freckles give him a playful appearance. I know a cute boy when I see one, but Thom is not cute, even less of a boy. He's handsome. No, not handsome. He's hot. 

How should I greet him? I suppose I could just kiss him, but I don't want our first real kiss to happen in front of everyone. I could take his hand, but he's holding the backpack and a bottle of water. A peck on the cheek it is.

“Hey!” I beam at him, but when he turns to me I realize he has an overhead flashlight on his forehead and a somber look on his face.

“Hey.”

That’s not really what I was expecting but I suppose he’s probably shy in front of everyone.

“Did you sleep ok? You were so tired, I wanted to be sure you could…”

“Yeah, thanks” He cuts me off. “Thanks for lunch, too.”

He’s avoiding my gaze as he places the water bottle inside the backpack 

“Don’t tell me you have a night shift again!” I ask in disbelief. “You just had one yesterday, there’s thirty men in this camp…”

“I need to check something with Cyrus. Don’t worry, I won’t wake you up.”

And he takes off without another word. 

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[bunnyypop]

Fresh Start // ppg au

—— Chapter 1: Going Home ——

⚠️warning: this backstory at first is NOT as the same as the original from the show. This au is a "slice of life" I think but with some touches I believed but you can also find this in Wattpad too ^^⚠️

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Professor Utonium's POV

I've gotten awake from an annoying alert from my clock beside my wardrobe. As I've began to get up to turn it off I begun to get ready to cook breakfast for my kids and show them some stuff I've wanted to train them for to became the next greatest heroic citizen ever (here I like to portrait Professor as a samurai but he's still a scientist!) as I went downstairs to the kitchen one of my daughters were already in a seat, it was Bunny and she's 2 years of age but I do take care of her while my 3 younger daughters Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup went to preschool while with Bliss in the highschool, only at 15 years of age, I'm proud of my kids and I'll always love them but some days they'll need this training for protective services and they'll definitely need it whenever Townsville is in trouble for villains who dare to struck the city. But for now none of that matters but i'll train my other 3 daughters first, I've already trained Bliss and I'm happy for her success at the moment. But for Bunny, I've never met her before the girls told me I was kinda disappointed that they've decided to create a child to do their duties without my permission. But every kid is a blessing and so as her.

"Daddy! What are we having for breakfast?" my middle child Bubbles asked me with an brief smile a crossed her face. "I'll be ready soon. How about you, Blossom, and Buttercup go and play along while I make it for you?" she nodded as she'd left the kitchen peacefully. I've began to start cooking something simple for them as I began to get the table ready.

The girls came a few seconds later after I was done, now we've all sat down and eat breakfast together. I've trained them well and take care of them, it's not easy being a single father but it was really nice taking care of them. I love my kids very much.

End of Backstory! Hope you've enjoyed it! But that's not all of what's happening in the story as you read about them now in Townsville!

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Blisstina's POV (currently 25 now)

Today I'm baking cookies for my family to thank them for having them by my side when I needed them the most. They're my friends but my best friends.. I'll never leave them but now that I've came back from college I can visit them now! Probably will stay over for a couple of days though. I mean I don't have anything else to do since Brax has already have a job and so do I.. but I don't know how I should explain to them,,

I've began to clock out until I've came across my ginger headed little sister in front of me. I know how  she'd find out about my new job 😭 does she have like some sort of new power I don't know about.. but anyways, I greeted her in excitement because it's been 10 years since we've seen each other. And she'd look so adorable!! I'm very proud of myself as a big sister to all of the girls. They always wear the clothes I pick out for them too even if they didn't like it and I could literally cry right now I swear this is too sweet.. oops I'm still talking to myself

"Hey Bliss! I've heard you work at the new Bakery that just came out in Townsville! And you're so pretty in your working clothes" Blossom said as she'd came to hug me. Oof... they've gotten bigger than I've excepted I'm guessing she's 15 now due to the fact that it's been 1" years. Professor is probably in his late 40's or something and I already know that Bunny is 12 now I'm guessing, but still I can't wait to meet my family! It's been so long since the lessons and understandings of becoming a new hero (well what my father said).

"I sure am! And by the way, we don't have to walk we can drive my car since it's easier there" I got up and grabbed my car keys as we both left the building together looking for my car. Well my van since I wanted to ride it because I gave Brax my Chervy to go to work with. But I couldn't complain I mean at least I was driving something than nothing!

as we kept walking... Blossom stopped to tell me something.

"Oh and by the way Bliss, if you're going to be driving I'm going to have to assist you to where you need to go since we kinda.... moved."

Well shit.

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

Super Sentai Saikyou Battle - Goofy Kiss - Yamato + Takaharu + Kagura (not included in the kiss but present in the story Stinger)

Anon, this is adorable.

Kagura takes a gulp of her cup of water and then says, "You know what drives me crazy?"

"Mm?" Yamato sets his fork down feeling over-full, looks over the table, and then grabs the last of the honey-sesame cakes that Stinger brought and puts it on Kagura's plate. "What drives you crazy?"

"I don't get to have normal conversations like this except with the other ToQgers, all the other girls at school want to talk about is boys--wait, I can't just take the last one, I've already eaten, like, three of them."

"It's fine, you're growing and you like them and we've all had plenty to eat. And if you don't have it, Marvelous will."

They all look down the table and past its end, to where Marvelous is playing on the grass with Takaharu's son Yoshi. Their game seems to consist primarily of Marvelous pretending to drop Yoshi and then catching him at the last second while Yoshi laughs uproariously. Takaharu grins. "He might be too busy to eat all of the desserts."

Misao makes a faint snorting noise. "Marvelous is never too busy to eat all of the desserts."

"He's really cute when he's not being a big tough serious guy." Kagura takes a bite of the last honey-sesame cake. "Does he have any kids?"

Misao chokes on his drink, coughs as Yamato and Stinger pound on his back, and then says, weakly, "No. No, Marvelous doesn't have kids. Anyway, you were saying all the other girls want to talk about is boys?"

Her face screws up in irritation. "Yeah! Well, I mean, Mio doesn't always talk about boys, just sometimes, but with everyone else it's all, oh, I like this boy, oh, I want to kiss that boy, oh, this idol guy is cute. Nobody ever wants to talk about fun stuff anymore, like cake or pro wrestling or trains or anything."

Takaharu nods. "I feel like you'd get along with my little sister, she always got really annoyed in school when all her friends wanted to talk about was boys."

"Mm-hm!" Kagura swallows her second mouthful of honey-sesame cake. "It drives me crazy! They talk about boys like they're aliens and they're not, four of my best friends in the world are boys and they're just people. They're weird people, but they're still people. Like, my friend Kaoru in my homeroom is always going on about how cute she thinks this one actor is, but she acts like he must only ever be thinking about shows he's in or going to fancy parties. I think if she actually met, like, Mr. Stinger she'd just freeze up."

There's a slow joint turn to look at Stinger, who stares back at them and points to himself and says, weakly, "Me?"

"Yeah, you look just like him. The actor she likes."

"O...oh."

"I'm always telling her that you can just talk to boys about normal stuff, but she doesn't believe me, she thinks you have to be cool." Gulp of water, bite of cake. "I don't know what gets her so excited anyway, I don't think I've ever seen a boy I'd want to act weird about."

Misao and Yamato glance at each other, and then at Stinger, who shrugs. Takaharu, oblivious to all this glancing because half of his attention is on Marvelous and Yoshi, says, "To be fair, some guys are pretty great."

There's a beep from Kagura's phone, and she digs it out of her pocket, reads over the screen, and pouts. "I have to go home soon, I promised my parents I'd help in the bakery tomorrow." And then, brightening, "Oh, oh, can we all take a picture together? Only we didn't get one on Nemesis and I promised the other ToQgers that I'd try to get one this time."

Misao and Stinger nod, and Takaharu says, "That's a great idea!" and starts pulling out his own phone, and Yamato twists around in his seat to shout, "Hey, Marvelous, give Takaharu his son back, Kagura wants a group picture," before turning to Kagura and continuing with, "Anyway, I feel like we should have a picture with you, you are the second most senior Sentai here after Marvelous."

Delighted giggling from Kagura, echoed by equally delighted cackles from Yoshi, who's being carried back to the table on Marvelous' shoulders--Takaharu snaps a picture of the two of them faster than Marvelous can start scowling. Then there's a lot of crowded, complicated repositioning, trying to fit all of them into the shot, and then finally a picture is taken. And then a second one, because Yoshi was trying to grab Stinger's tail when Kagura took the first picture, and then a third one, because a mosquito flew into Misao's ear, and then, finally, one of all of them, each smiling as much or as little as is their wont, with Kagura beaming front and center.

And then--

Yamato glances at Takaharu over the top of Kagura's head, and for once Takaharu manages to communicate silently, and Yamato says, "Here, let's get one more."

Kagura blinks, says, "Ok, sure," and taps the shutter button on her phone--and lets out a startled shriek of giggling as Takaharu and Yamato lean in from either side and kiss her on the cheek. "You guys! I'm, I'm gonna delete that one."

"No, see, it's so you can show your friend in homeroom that boys are normal people."

"That's not going to help."

"Well, we should at least see how it turned out."

Kagura pulls up the last photo and lets them all see--her face contorted with laughter, Takaharu and Yamato kissing her, Stinger pinching the bridge of his nose and Misao with a hand over his mouth trying not to laugh. Marvelous looming over all of them, looking as stern as possible while Yoshi sticks a hand in one of his coat pockets--

Marvelous freezes. "Takaharu, did that little monster take my Ranger Key?"

Takaharu blinks and looks down at his son, now in his lap. "Yoshi, what've you got there--oh, yeah, ok, he did, he was probably trying to see if you had candy."

"Could you get it away from--don't let him put it in his mouth!"

Kagura looks thoughtfully at the photo for a moment and says, "You know, maybe it will help." She pauses. "Either that or Kaoru's going to get really jealous."

[getouswh0re]

CHAPTER 1 — REWIND

synopsis: “through hardships to the stars, we finally found each other.” “yeah. after all these years, fate isn’t so bad is it?”

genre: shinichiro x reader, time leap au, reincarnation, angst with happy ending

warning: mentions of blood and death, kindly read at your own discretion

(an; this is the fic I will be cross posting on both here and my wattpad acc, hope you’ll enjoy :))

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Meandering through the streets of Shibuya, eyes lifeless and mind a blank, Shinichiro would rather be dead than alive.

In twilight's beckoning, neon signs lining the vast streets illumined their blinding radiance; in the cacophony of cars honking, hawkers shouting, tumultuous thumping of footsteps from pedestrians and announcements blasted from electronic billboards on skyscrapers, they reminded him of the bustling life of an iconic commercial district, of both the happy and sad recollections embedded within the streets of Tokyo: its glorious state when the first generations of Black Dragons ruled.

Yet it also reminded him of you.

Time flew by relentlessly, and life went on. Just as vestiges of autumn receded into the first snow of winter, and as remnants of frost thawed into the blooming buds of spring, what was once destruction and ruin had soon been rebuilt, wiping away all traces of the tragic accident that occurred years ago. It felt like a distant memory, dwindling into a fleck at the back of everyone's minds as they moved on. Shibuya was the same as ever: vibrant, crowded, vast.

Yet it would never be the same again in his eyes.

At least, not without you.

Wherever he went, memories of you followed. Whether he on a congested train compartment, riding his motorcycle as he sped through labyrinth of zebra-crossings, or buying breakfast at the local bakery, he could see visages of you everywhere. He knew it wasn't you, he knew his eyes were deceiving him. Even so, every now and then, whenever a faint image of you ghosted across his periphery, a lone tear would slide down the side of the raven's cheek.

It can't be her, Shinichiro shook his head as the male held back overflowing tears that threatened to surge forth like tsunami waves. Y/n is long gone already, stop giving yourself false hope dumbass!

He was going to have the perfect future with you; planning to move forward to another milestone with you in life after the two of you dated for 6 years, Shinichiro couldn't wait any longer to put a ring on your finger. Yet life wasn't kind to the slightest; just as the two of you were planning to head for another date to celebrate your 6th anniversary together, tragedy befell.

Endless screaming rang at the edge of Shinichiro's hearing as chaos erupted across the largest crossroad of Shibuya. Apparently, a road accident occurred at the main junction, and many innocent citizens were unfortunately involved. Billows of smoke and flames quickly engulfed his surroundings, and the raven knew he had to act fast. Just as he turned around, trying to search for you through the frantic crowd, Shinichiro's heart sank.

You weren't there.

"Babe? Y/n?" Panic bubbled in his chest the moment he spotted you near the wrecked vehicles, trying to rescue passengers along with a few others at the scene. Heading over to you without hesitation, Shinichiro begged you to leave with him, only to be faced with rejection.

"Shin, I can't! There are people trapped in there! I'm a paramedic, who is going to save them if I decided to be a coward and run away?"

"I know! But think about yourself first honey! What about me? I'm worried about your safety too, you can't give me a heart attack like that! There's no way I'm letting you put your life into danger like that!"

"Shin."

"I —"

All of a sudden, thunderous clangs bounced off nearby buildings, followed by a simultaneous burst of flames and explosions. Before he could even realise what was going on, the sight in front of him made circumstances even worse.

"Y/n! Y/n! Stay with me ... I'm going to save you, okay?" Shinichiro wished he was more confident when he said it. Fear was apparent in your eyes; and with your body now trapped beneath a pile of newly formed rubble, your boyfriend was the only one you could depend on. Despite this, the pieces of metal were too heavy for the raven to move. Not to mention the lingering smell of petroleum in the stale air wasn't making things optimistic for him.  

"Shin, leave ..." Tears pricked at Shinichiro's eyes the moment these words leave your lips.

"No, there's no way I'm leaving you here!"

A rueful smile adorned your lips as you asked him to crouch down. Meekly stretching out your arms, you reached out to cradle the male's tear-stained cheeks — the gesture only making Shinichiro cry harder.

"I love you always, Shin ... remember me."

Your words, touch and face were the last things which were engraved into his mind before the roaring fire took your life that night.

You were gone, there and that. Shinichiro was there when he desperately tugged on your ensanguined blouse, attempting to save you. But his efforts were futile. Weak, that was the sole attribute he ever had; weak in fighting and weak in love. Still, you loved the raven for who he was, laughing along to his corny pickup lines every time the two of you went on a date or patching him up whenever he came back to you with bruises littered all over his body.

Such weakness might be what made you fall for the ex-leader of the Black Dragons in the first place, yet it would always serve as a bitter guilt which gnawed at his broken heart beyond repair.

"Mr and Mrs L/n, I am Sano Shinichiro ... Y/n's boyfriend. I —"

"We've heard a lot about you young man. Y/n always tells us stories about how you used to rule the number one gang in Tokyo. At first we strongly object, gang leaders aren't exactly the nicest people out there; but now seeing you ... we understand why they would fall for someone like you."

"It's not your fault. You did your best back to save our child back then ..."

"But I ..."

"Thank you for loving Y/n. Shinichiro."

Your parents might had forgiven him, but Shinichiro would never forgive himself for as long as he lived.  

It was a hard pill to swallow indeed — a grim reminder of the harsh reality, an excruciating stab to the heart, making him ponder if things would have turned out differently if he had managed to save you back then. In a year or two, would the two of you be married? Would the two of you raise a large family? Would he go and help Mikey out with his up and rising gang or continue with his bike shop business?

He would never find out the answers to these unanswered questions, because you were gone forever.

You would never be coming back. Not into the warmth and comfort of the once shared apartment, not into his arms after a long day at work, not onto the entangled bedsheets which your scent lingered and where dreams of the future were spoken. The fact alone pained him more than ever. Shinichiro still missed you dearly; your soothing touches which made his stomach flutter, your gentle tone that could turn him into a puddle, your somewhat awkward yet endearing smile which reminded him of home.

I miss you Y/n.

I wish you were still here with me.

How he wished he could listen to all of your unspoken 'I love you's, how he wished he could relish more moments saved for him and him only, how he wished he could return to the past and rescue you from your inescapable demise.

The pain persisted, the heart which once bore so much emotions for you was now teetering on the brink of death, the loneliness haunted — looming over the raven like a ghost and seemed like it would be stuck with him forever. Once in a while, Shinichiro still found himself gripping onto your possessions, onto the gifts you'd given him throughout the years — his hold tight yet delicate at the same time as the male placed them close to his chest; your belongings remained with him, but reminiscences of you soundlessly slipped between the ex-delinquent's fingertips.

It hurt to hold onto the past, to latch onto the pain which tormented him for an eternity; nevertheless, in agony he sought for a fragment of solace. And little by little, his broken heart began to recuperate (although not entirely). Still, reality was brutal. It would bring you back — whether Shinichiro liked it or not. Whether it was coincidentally passing by a church and witnessing wedding guests cheering for the newlywed, families of three cooing and playing with their children in the park, or couples sharing intimate moments, the raven's mind would invariably drift to think about you, to think about how the two of you would've had been doing all of these in time had the incident not happened.

Why?

Why did you have to pass away?

A sudden blinding of headlights snapped Shinichiro back into reality.

The last thing he heard was a bang, and it didn't take long before darkness took over his entirety.

[stuckwthem]

"my heart is yours forever"

[BUCKY BARNES FLUFF HEADCANON]

bucky barnes post endgame x reader

summary: bucky is afraid of losing you because of his nightmares.

warnings: sadness, post-endgame angst, fluff

authors note: hey! english isn't my first language, sorry for any spelling mistakes!

requests open! send me yours and i will gladly make it!

• bucky is a sweetheart and pretty romantic but also traumatized. A LOT. so it means he really loves you but is scared (say hello to commitment and trust issues)

• although you bring peace and comfort to his heart, he can't sleep next you, he's afraid of losing control while he's asleep and hurt you, so it's not unusual to find him sleeping on the sofa in the morning.

• you feel bad for him and also really wanna that he gain confidence again. hurts knowing that he's scared of hurting or losing you when you know he would never do that.

• so one sunday morning, you woke up without him, and for a while you felt your heart drop thinking he left, but then you come to the living room and find him wrapped up in the blankets, and clearly uncomfortable on that tiny sofa for his size.

• instead of waking him up, you go to the kitchen and prepare a big breakfast that he will like with some coffee, eggs, bacon and toasts. you miss something sweet, so you went to the groceries store and bakery to get some goodies. when you came back you find a semi-woke up scared as hell and worried bucky, sitting on the sofa with his hair all messed up in a cute way, but his skin is pale, and you could tell for a sec that he was almost having a breakdown.

• you leave the bags on the counter to walk towards him and hold his chest, going beneath his arm. you can feel his heartbeat going so fast, so you stroke his hair and his back, kissing his cheek.

• "hey, i'm here, what's going on, love?" you ask carefully. he close his eyes for a moment then he opens just to look to you.

• "it's nothing, doll, don't worry" he assures, but you squint your eyes, a bit suspicious, but you don't say anything, knowing soon, or later he's going to open up.

• "well, i made breakfast! just for you! come here, babe" you ask leaving him on the sofa to set things on the table. you sit on the chair, waiting for him and pouring some coffee on his cup, without much sugar, just as he likes.

• bucky smiles, looking to you as you're the most precious thing in this universe, and to him, you really are. before sitting down next to you, he kisses your forehead and messes up your hair a bit.

• "wow, all of this just for me?!" he observes the table full of food, not knowing where to start, so he just brings his cup of coffee, drinking the dark liquid while he turns his look for you. you smirk, a bit shy, and try to focus on your breakfast, putting some milk and coffee on your mug.

• you two eat silently, sharing some smiles and bites sometimes, he even brings fruits with the fork to your mouth. the man is IN LOVE. in every meaning of the word.

• "you're the best chef ever" he compliments on your cooking, even though was just some eggs and bacon.

• and you can't be more happy seeing him eating and smiling again, all healthy and strong. but despises that, he's being away mentally and sometimes pushing you away. you imagine why, but its hard sometimes to be worried if things will keep going all the time. bucky is unstable, yet you understand and try to help him.

• but y'all are almost close to the one-year of a serious relationship and hurts you the fact that he can't sleep or talk with you. he notices that you're lost in your head with your thoughts and your mood change.

• "something's wrong, darling?" bucky asks, approaching his knee with yours. you shake your head before sipping your coffee, brushing it off. you wanna give him time and don't wanna be intrusive even that you're a bit worried. "you can tell me if you feel comfortable, no pressure"

• "buck...i-" you sigh, scared and not knowing how to say what you need. he rests his hand on your thigh, trying to show you that he's supporting you. "i miss you"

• "but...i'm right here, what do you mean?" he raises his eyebrows, and you can see the confusion going through his eyes. a knot forms in your throat as you try to organize things in your head.

• "i mean your body it's here but your mind or your energy...it's not" you say, afraid to look his eyes again. "i don't want to offend you, i understand you been through a lot of shit and dark places. it's not fair to be asking those type of things, but as your girlfriend, i miss doing at least couple stuff, you know? you don't even sleep with me, buck. what is the problem? why don't you feel comfortable enough with me?"

• at this point, tears are forming in your eyes, and you're scared of making him go away.

• "i'm sorry...i shouldn't be breaking our nice time together...i just-" you start to apologize, but he interrupts you.

• "i'm afraid of losing you." bucky says, clearly sad and feeling guilty. he's looking down, staring his vibranium arm. "i've been having nightmares and that isn't what scares me, but losing control and hurting you because of them does."

• you looked him again. with your heart broken, wanting to take all his pain away.

• "you're not losing me, buck. i don't wanna lose you either but i'm scared because i know you have been pushing me away, and i promise you, i'm not going anywhere without you" you grab his hand, wanting to make him sure that you're trying to make him stay. "i know you would never hurt me, you don't need to be afraid. but if it's any consolation, i know how to fight. you trained me, big boy"

• "oh doll, i don't deserve you" he smiles through the pain, nodding as he looks up to you.

• "stop, don't say that. you deserve even more, babe." you get close, touching and caressing his perfect face. he leans towards you, looking deep into your eyes and grabbing your chin.

• "we gonna get trough this together. i love you" he whispers against your lips, moving his hand to your neck. "forever" he affirms, finally colliding his soft lips into yours, going for a calm yet passionate kiss.

• "my heart is yours, james. forever. i love you" you say, between the kiss, receiving his gorgeous and bestest smile.

• his eyes were shining as all the stars were in his steel-blue gaze just to admire you, and you knew at that moment, you could never let he go.

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𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄

Peeta mellark x male reader

We all know who Katniss Everdeen is, but what if Primrose hadn’t been chosen but another boy from another unfortunate family? YOUR family.

Info: This is basically a reader insert and I’ve changed a few rules, not ground breaking though. The reader is a bit bland for now but I plan for his actions to be different. Because he has different moral grounds from Katniss and such. Would appreciate feedback! FEEL FREE TO POINT OUT TYPOS. GRAMMARLY SOMETIMES DOESN’T DO MY DYSLEXIC ASS JUSTICE

Part one: Over there, buddy

Part two:You’re here right now. :)

Part three: Click here, pepperoni salami.

Wattpad account: L0calxDumbass

I separated with Gale and Katniss for a while, telling them I needed air. I sighed, leaping from branch to branch in the thicket of trees. Bread, not just bread, baker's bread. If I'm lucky I could get just enough squirrels for the baker, he had a taste for it but his wife was much of a witch, so he only buys it when she's not around.

I remembered how she found me stealing some burnt bread from the trashcan. I looked at her with wide eyes, frozen, I thought I was going to die, stealing was punishable for death, after all. But she just let me go, screaming about her frustration of Seams picking through her trash.

I got bread that day either way.

I landed on a sturdy branch, spotting a squirrel on the tree adjacent to me; it was quite huge, I'm sure he'd love this. Let's just hope the witch isn't home by the time I give this to him.

I crouched down, still as a statue as I watched the squirrel run up and down the tree. I pulled out the thin, glistening dagger, unwrapping its course, leather bindings, which became a makeshift thin rope. I felt my eyes unconsciously widen,  watching the squirrel's movements.

My arm aimed, then with a simple flick, the dagger whistled through the air. The small creature was then pinned to the bark of the tree through its eyes. The dagger's blade was thin enough to not damage anything when aimed right.

I pulled on the rope, the blade coming back, dragging the animal carcass with it. A small smile tugged on my face, I can get bread.

Kunal was surely panicking, he was the type to worry about the smallest of things. He once stepped on a cat's tail, Buttercup, Primrose's cat and he bawled, nobody could calm him down. Until he was offered food, that is.

I chuckled at the memory, slowly pulling the blade off the head of the squirrel. I held it in my hands victoriously, a grin on my face. I whistled a small 3 tone song, the chirping mocking birds falling silent before they imitated the tone.

After meeting up, we went back home, passing by the Hob. It was sort of a black market, where coals are transported directly to trains. I disliked it here, the amount of coal dust always bothered me, so when I come here I tend to cover my nose.

We managed to trade six of the fish for good bread, the other two for some salt. The lady who sells soup, the one that always glares at me because I've insulted her soup on multiple occasions, Greasy Sae: took half the greens we gathered, along with the dead dog meat that she calls "beef".

That's why I hate her soups, though it's not like I have much of an option, we can't afford luxury here. Unlike those obnoxious, entitled, privileged people in the Capitol. My jaw clenched at the mere thought of those scums.

We finish our business on the market, so we went to the mayor's house, who was particularly fond of strawberries. We knocked on the back door, his daughter, Madge opening it for us.

She's in Katniss and I's year sits beside us at almost every event because we don't really have groups of friends. For being the mayor's daughter you'd expect her to be an entitled brat or maybe a snob, but she was alright, she kept to herself.

I like that, I hate noisy people, They'll scare away the game, that and I've never really liked loud noises. I still remember the explosions in the mines, it was traumatizing, even though my father didn't meet death there. I really wished he had.

Madge didn't wear her usual attire, instead, she wore an expensive white dress, her blonde hair up with a pink ribbon. Reaping clothes. I felt my face scrunch up, that day was supposed to be a form of celebration. It's more of a way for the capitol to show who's in control.

We were being punished for the crimes of the people who failed, disguised as some form of celebration. It's disgusting.

"Pretty dress," Gale complimented. Madge shoots him a look, trying to see if it's genuine or if he was just being ironic. It was a pretty dress, but it was a waste.

She smiled, "Well, if I'm going to the Capitol, I want to look nice, don't I?"

I clenched my jaw, "But you won't be going to the Capitol," I said coolly, my voice monotone. My eyes landed on a small, circular pin on her dress. Real gold. The testament to the fact that she probably won't be chosen. "You probably have five entries, compared to us, that's a blessing."

"That's not her fault," Katniss said. Madge looked slightly hurt, probably because I've never really spoken my thoughts to her, I try my best to be polite when she engages a conversation with me.

"I know," I responded plainly. Madge smiled towards me, though it was clear it wasn't exactly genuine. She then handed the money for the berries. She looked towards Katniss "Good luck, Katniss"

"You too," She responded.

We walked toward the Seam, I can't help but feel angry. Her? Going to the Capitol? What a joke. When you're twelve your name gets put in the pile once, thirteen twice then so on. Up until your eighteen, where your name is entered seven times.

But the thing is, the rich have an advantage. You can enter your name willingly in the pile when you're starving in exchange for some tesserae. I had been doing this since I was twelve, having entered my name 3 times, for my mother, brother and myself.  Every year following suite, it has always been like this.

Now at the age of 16, I've entered my name twenty times, same with Katniss. Gale was in even greater danger, with a number of forty-two.

And she'll be the tribute this year? It can happen but it's deadly slim. I knew Gale felt the same way, listening to him rant about tesserae in the woods with Katniss was enough confirmation, along with the fact that I join in on the rants. Always end it with a promise to destroy the Capitol, somehow.

But what good does that do us?

Gale, Katniss and I divide our spoils, though it wasn't really the evenest distribution.  Gale got more, understandably since he has more mouths to feed.

"See you guys in the square," Katniss said, Gale nodded, "Wear something pretty," he joked.

I decided to stop by the bakery, by then the witch should be home but I took my chances. There was Mr Mellark, sitting outside, watching the pigs. He saw me from the corner of his eye, he grinned. "Greyback!' he called.

"Mr Mellark, still up for some squirrel?" I ask, holding the fat one up. He nodded, "You're lucky my wife isn't here, yet. Hold on, I'll get the bread for Kunal," he said, rushing inside.

I walked to the backdoor of the bakery so that he wouldn't trouble himself that much. I waited awkwardly outside, looking at a small bird fluttering about. I whistled, holding my finger out.

The bird landed on my finger, making me smile. From the corner of my eye, I saw a boy, blonde, stocky. Could probably kill me, if I'm being honest. Even though I was fast, I wasn't strong.

Soon enough, the bird flew away with the arrival of the baker, with a loaf of sweet, savoury bread, hot from the oven. "Here you go, Greyback."

I nodded, handing him the squirrel. "Oh!" he hummed, "Have you met my son, Peeta?" he asked, a smile on his face, "You're in the same year, yes?"

I didn't know what to say. Sure, I know him but I don't know that well him that well. My eyes travelled to the boy, who simply waved and briskly walked away. "I don't think so," I answered.

"I better be going, Mr Mellark. Nal needs his favourite bread after all," I said, flashing a small smile before I left. A small pit of dread boiled in my stomach, something bad is going to happen.

But then again, it's Reaping day, nothing good ever happens.

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Ring of Fire - Alex Mason X Reader

Mason saves you from an apartment fire. Are you happy? No. But, did you just meet a very attractive man? Yes.

TW: Strong language, fire, eventual fluff!

"Alex Mason! Meet me in my office please!' Is what Mason heard after a long, hard, and hot training.

Mason felt anxiety by the way his drill sergeant spoke to him like that. So, Mason hauled ass to the office, and stood professionally until the drill sergeant finally came in.

"Ma'am" Mason said with confidence, in attention.

"At ease Lieutenant. Now, take a seat. I have something to discuss with you." She said, sitting down and pulling a file out.

Mason took a seat, and watched her pull a thick, yellowish file from her desk. She opened it and layed out several pieces of paper in front of Mason so he could see everything. He took a closer look and saw something for the local fire department, a look of confusion clouded his face.

"Lieutenant Mason, you are being asked to take part in giving a hand to the Fair Banks Fire Department. Their chief has been layed off for a while due to a recent building fire, and they need men. And you just so happen to be the perfect candidate for helping out!" The drill sergeant said, pulling out a cigarette.

Mason was hesitant, he didn't know how to feel. He was afraid that he might fuck up and get someone hurt. Or worse, killed. But, he already worked in that part of the field. One mistake and it means death.

"Drill Sergeant Rivers, I don't have the proper training for this kind of thing. So why am I being picked?" He questioned.

She hit her cigarette and exhaled. She shot a glaring look back at him, while reaching for a pen nearby.

"Mason, they wouldn't just send you in with no training. They are offering on the job skills training and certification. You provide won't even be working there for very long anyways, they just need help until the Chief comes back. So that means, you'll be chief Alex Mason for a whole three months!" Rivers spoke, ashing her cigarette.

Rivers slid him a pen, and gave a devious smile. She pointed to the words on the contract as she spoke.

"We'll still be paying what you make here hourly, and they will also pay you for the position. You'll receive a work vehicle, and housing options if you are interested. But, if you will, please sign here, and here. And then finally, date this at the bottom."

Mason sighed, and grabbed the pen.

"I really hope this isn't a stupid idea, Drill Sergeant Rivers. I'll still have my position here in the Marines, right?" Mason asked.

"Of course, Lieutenant. You are the best of the best. Besides, I don't think Frank would last very long without you." She said with a chuckle.

Mason signed the papers, and slid them back over to Rivers. She quickly and carefully tucked them away safely into the left pocket of the folder, and set it off to the side.

"Thank you, Mason. The Fire Department is going to welcome you with open arms, and everyone is going to greatly appreciate what you are doing. Now, why don't you get on out of here and head over to the Fire Department. The director is anticipating your arrival at 0700 hours. You are dismissed."

Mason stood up, and quickly saluted Rivers. He turned on his heel, and gathered his things. Woods come up to him and patted his back. Mason looked back at Frank.

"Man, what was that about? Sounded like you were in some hot ass water. Did she find out about last weeks breakout?" Woods asked with a smirk.

Mason slapped him, and told him to stay quiet. Mason rolled his eyes, and started walking. Woods followed close.

"No, she didn't. I actually have gotten assigned to something new all together, but just for 6 months. So it looks like you'll be a lone wolf until I get back." Mason said.

"Wait, where in the fuck are you going? And when the hell are you comin' back??" Frank asked as they stepped into the elevator.

Mason clicked up, and the doors shut. It took them up to ground parking.

"I'm filling in for a Fire Chief for a while, I got personally hand picked for the job is what I got told."

"Well brother, you can't argue with that. We are still gonna have boys night on Friday's, right?" Frank asked, before getting out at where the elevator stopped.

Mason laughed, and nodded.

"Of course man, as always. Bring a 30 pack this time!" He shouted to Frank as the door closed.

"My ass!" Frank called out.

Mason patiently waited as it took him up. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. He walked to his pickup truck and got in. He slammed his door shut and laid his head back onto his seat.

'I hope I don't fuck up.' Was all he repeated to himself.

Months later......

Mason was heading to his office with a newly made friend, Dixon. Dixon was a higher up who worked with everyone, so he frequented Mason. They had coffee in hand, and were ready for safety reports.

"Oh shit, Dix. Do you remember any information on the structure at the controlled burn on the corner of Euclid and Odin we did? I need details for my JHA but I can't recall shit for some fucked reason." Mason asked as they both sat down.

"I can tell you that it had 5 stories, and over 50 apartments in it. Oh, it stood next to Crane Run Bakery. The ignition was faulty wiring, right?" Dixon responded.

"No, it was a gas line pipe. The faulty wiring happened at that bowling alley on Curtis Avenue. But thank you, hopefully I can get this JHA filled out how I should!" Mason said.

Dixon went on with Mason for about 30 minutes about baseball and football. Mason filled out his paperwork, ordered new parts for gear and trucks, and inspected everything with a fine tooth comb. It was a normal night shift for the fire crew, until the alarm system began to wail.

"We have a structure fire on Linden Ave, at 26435 Linden. Possible civilians trapped." Dispatch called through the speakers.

Within minutes, the whole shift was suited up and already in the truck and headed Northbound. Mason was behind the wheel, lights and sirens at full blast. The roads were dead at this time, minus the few cars that happened to be out at 2 AM.

"Dispatch, tell me what we're looking at. I have another truck enroute to said location, and about three ambulances. How high are flames?" Mason asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Dispatch here, we have flames about 20 feet up and rising. Recommend you get here quick."

"10-4." Mason responded.

They reached the fire within minutes. When they pulled up the fire was quickly engulfing anything in it's way. Mason knew what needed to be done. But right now, they needed a buidling sweep for any possible trapped people.

"Dixon, set up a crew to stay on hoses, bring about four out and hookup. My team, your with me! We are going in!" Mason said.

Mason put on his face gear, and quickly looked around for a way in. He spotted a perfect way in through a safe looking way. He quickly pointed his team that direction, and headed in. He always made sure to go ahead of his crew so he could determine what was happening.

He got in, midst the hot heat, heavy flames, and the small mist screen of water he'd feel periodically. He lead the way, and began to check every corner and possible place to hide he could. They swept the buidling for a grand total of 30 minutes before Mason determined it was clear.

"Head back everyone. Everything is clear, no indication of anyone." Mason said through the radio.

Everyone headed outside, Mason being left so he could check more. By now, the flames were out. The only thing left was smoking ruble and hot ashes. Mason carefully looked around, and looked even closer at a piece of burnt wood that was beginning to move.

Without thinking, he pulled it back, and revealed a small door that had shut, but by either luck or circumstance, hadn't been burned. Mason soon heard pounding on the metal door, and he went to open it. But it was behind blocked by something.

He struggled to open it completely, the pounding was now more frequent. He pulled with all his might, but it wouldn't budge. He could hear the sounds of a female crying, and begging for the door to be opened. Mason's adrenaline kicked in at this moment.

"I found a live one! Bring in a large ax for me, this damn for isn't opening!" Mason shouted into the radio.

"Miss, I'm going to need you to step away as far as you can from the door! We are going to cut it open! Shield your face until I get you!" Mason yelled.

He took out his small ax, and began to chop away at the hinges. But, the small ax could stand no chance against the hard metal. Instead, he quickly turned and saw Dixon with the industrial ax. He took it, and with brute strength, he swung done with control and accuracy.

The hinges slowly began to break away, until finally the door popped right off. Mason gave the ax back, and quickly threw the door off. He looked back down inside, and saw a girl about his age, coughing her lungs out. He wasted no time, and held his hand out.

She took it, and Mason lifted her out. He quickly adjusted her so she'd be against his back, to where he kept a good grip on her and carried her out. She was covered in black ash and soot, and was damp with water and sweat from the heat.

Once they were out, Mason quickly sat the girl on the gurney and took his respirator off. He secured it around her face, and up to her mouth and nose. The fresh oxygen would help her with breathing, seeing as if her lungs just went through extreme stress.

"Are you alright? Is there anybody else down in that basement?" Mason asked once her breathing returned to normal.

She looked at him, and slipped the mask off.

"No, it was just me. I was just trying to do my laundry for work, and that's when the door slammed shut and I couldn't get out....."

Mason felt a pang in his heart for this beautiful lady.

"Well, you are alright now. We are going to have EMS check you out, and ride you to the hospital to run standard tests." Mason said, giving a smile.

He took his respirator back and turned on his heels. He walked away to regroup with his crew, and Dixon. They cleaned up best they could, and headed back to the station for a shower and change of clothes.

Months After....

Mason sat in the town sqaure, drinking a coffee in his uniform. He was sat on one of the square benches, reading the paper as he waited on Woods. It was Friday, they were going to play poker after a long, exhausting week.

"Excuse me, sir? May I sit with you?" A voice said.

Mason looked up from his paper, and confusion hit him. A familiar looking face flooded his view, but he just couldn't place it. Her face had small bandaids, and a few purple bruises.

"Well, of course. Do I know you?" He questioned.

She sat down, only then did Mason notice the green box in her beat up hands.

"My name is Y/N Y/L/N, you actually saved my life in a fire on Linden street, I talked to a man named Dixon at the fire house to where I could find you.....I have something for you here." She said, handing it to him.

"No Miss, I can't take that. I was just doing my job, I don't need a reward. Seeing you alive and breathing is reward enough." Mason said.

She pushed the small box towards him. The smile on her face was warm, and made Mason feel butterflies.

"Please, I insist." Was all she said.

Mason took the box and opened the lid. Inside was a beautifully made chocolate cake, all kinds of different snacks, and a check of $15,000 dollars.

"Miss, no, I can't. This is way too much money, I will not take it." Mason said, putting it back.

"Please sir, I don't mind. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. It would mean so much to me. If anything, please donate it to your firehouse." Y/N said.

"I will do just that then. We've been needing new parts for months...."

Mason looked back up at Y/N, and smiled.

"I'm Alex Mason by the way, I'm glad to see you are recovering well. Maybe I could take you to dinner sometimes?" He asked slyly.

You chuckled, and nodded.

"Of course, I'd love that.

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[btsficsforthehumble]

adj.: 1. Modern, unfamiliar, or different

2. Not based on or conforming to what is generally done or believed

pairing: reader x ot7

genre: college au; angst, fluff, smut, poly, ot7

Summary: You begin your first year at a prestigious university, set out on achieving your academic goals when a series of men step into your life that change the way you view the definition of love.

A/N: Small s/o to Fae from sope-and-shine for giving me great inspiration for this chapter!

Part Three

Warnings: none in this chapter

Word count: 1.8k

You continue down the street, noticing yourself hold a faint smile from your time with Jimin. You have a feeling Intro to Comp will be more fun than you anticipated with him to keep you company. You really appreciated his easy-going nature that allowed playful digs to seem second nature between you two, even if you had just met.

You glance up at the sun, now starting to feel more intense as it approaches midday. Noticing, you slip your sunglasses out of your backpack and look at your phone to double check directions --- you weren’t too confident getting around campus quite yet. As you are looking at your GPS app, you see a text pop up from an unknown number.

*Hi y/nnnnn it’s your favorite seat partner from intro to comp!! Hehe*

You roll your eyes at Jimin’s text, and save his number.

*You are my only seat partner from intro to comp, Jimin. It’s been one day.*

*:( Don’t be a meanie, y/n. You know I’d be your favorite no matter what :DD*

*Who's to say? Maybe next time I’ll sit closer to Yoongi*

*GASP. You wouldn’t dare*

*Are you willing to put money on that?*

As you text Jimin, you follow the directions on your phone and end up at a cute little grocery store, with a built in cafe off to the side. When you notice it, you get some spring in your step. After seeing the coffee that the other students had in class you were yearning for a cup of your own, especially after your hectic morning.

The barista sent you a smile as you read the menu. Deciding on a nice warm cappuccino, you tell her your order and walk over to the side to receive your drink when she finishes.

She rings you out, and as you wait for your drink you begin running though your mental grocery list. Thankfully your apartment had a decent kitchen, which you knew you’d get good use of as you enjoyed cooking when you had a chance. Not to mention, your parents owned a small bakery in your hometown which meant you were well versed in the art of baking, and often found yourself baking during stressful moments in your life as a distraction. Maybe while you were here you’d pick up some basic supplies for baking… sugar, flour, baking soda, vanilla extract….

Your train of thought was quickly cut off by the barista, sliding your drink across the counter with a smile. You give her one back as you thank her, and stroll over to where you think the baking aisle would be. You take your time, checking out the products in each section to make sure you got everything you needed, beyond just your baking supplies.

As you near the paper goods aisle, you barely see a figure swing around the corner and run smack-dab into a paper towel display, which happened to be less than a meter from you. Unfortunately, the collision caused several of the rolls to go flying --- and one flying hard enough to knock the fresh coffee right out of your hand.

The chaos of the moment causes you to stand a little open mouthed while you stare at the now half-empty cardboard coffee cup rolling on it’s side away from you.

Toward the top of your field of vision you see a pair of men’s sneakers, which causes you to scan up towards his face. He is looking at you with the widest doe-eyed shocked expression you have possibly ever seen. His arms are half reached out, as if he wants to help, but can’t as he already caused the damage. One of the arms reaching out at you has a patchwork of black ink, trailing down over his toned muscles to his knuckles. His oversized grey t-shirt and loose jeans seem to swallow him a bit, which only adds to the almost child-like innocence of his wide eyes. Wavy brown hair frames his face, accentuating his masculine jawline.

Once your eyes connect for a few seconds, surely both wide in shock, he makes a squeaking noise and bends down to collect the scattered rolls.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going and I took the turn too fast, I’ll go buy you another coffee as soon as I pick these up---” His voice, while speaking rapidly, remained soft and delicate, obviously embarrassed at his mistake. When you bend down to join him in collecting the runaway towels, he cuts himself off to again look at you with a wide-eyed expression.

You smile at him, the surprise from the situation fading as you stretch your upper body as far as you can to grab one that rolled particularly far. “It’s okay, we all can be clumsy sometimes. I promise it’s not that big of a deal, it was just a coffee.” You give him a warm smile in reassurance, wanting to ease his obvious anxiety.

You both stand up, having collected the spilled display and him grabbing your abandoned coffee cup. “Um, what were you drinking? I’ll get you a new one, it’s the least I could do.” His blush deepens with his question, and he nervously glances off to the side as he grabs his elbow of the hand holding the empty cup to make himself smaller.

“It was a cappuccino… but honestly, you really don’t need to, it’s okay.” Sending him another warm smile, you hope to convey your ease at the situation.

“No, I want to. I’ll be right back, okay?” He holds your gaze for a second, seeming to double check that you weren’t going to run away on him.

“Okay.” Once you let out your reply, he sends you a quick smile as he turns around and lightly jogs away from you, back the direction you came from.

You can't help but notice the subtle ripple of his muscles across his shoulder blades as he does so. For being so meek, he sure had quite the muscular build under those baggy clothes. He definitely was “yummy” to use the word Jimin so aptly applied to Yoongi earlier. At the memory, you couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle under your breath.

You scan the area quickly, making sure your run in with the boy didn’t leave a mess anywhere in the store. After seeing it clear, you glance back over your shoulder to watch him talking to the same barista. You could tell, even from this distance, that he seemed slightly embarrassed and had a pink tinge to his cheeks. The duality of this guy honestly is blowing your mind… his tattoos and muscular physique would give the impression that he would be super intimidating and confident, but by the way he blushed at attention so easily and was so timid when he apologized to you showed that he was was really a big sweetheart.

As he was now waiting for the barista to remake your drink, standing in the same spot you occupied a few minutes ago, you felt awkward hovering in the spot of the incident. After a quick glance back at him, you thought he would be able to find you pretty easily if you ventured down the aisle further. An aisle down from the paper goods, you found yourself in the exact aisle you were looking for.

Your mind quickly abandoned any prior thought as you took stock of the baking supplies the store had to offer. It looks like you’d be spending more on groceries today than you had anticipated.

“Um, here’s your coffee…” The boy from earlier had returned before you realized any time had passed. Caught, you looked at him, now looking at you, with a hesitant look on his face, as he saw the almost comical amount of stuff you had balanced in your arms. Now embarrassed a tad, you realize you have no hand to take the coffee from him, and it seems like it had just occurred to him too. He looked back and forth between the coffee in his hand and your ridiculously full arms and quickly offered, “I’ll be right back. I���ll get you a basket.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much. I’m sorry, I guess I got carried away!” You sheepishly respond to his kind offer. It was above what a normal person would do. He nodded his head quickly and did his half-jog thing again to go back to the front of the store. You weren’t getting tired of the view, to be honest.

Before you even knew it, he was back and gently removing items from the tetris you created in your arms of baking supplies. “Thank you so much, you really don't have to do any of this…” you feel slightly guilty for the boy’s kindness.

“No, it’s really okay, I shouldn’t have thrown paper towels at you.” As he speaks, he catches your eye and gives you a smile you could only compare to a cute bunny or other small adorable creature. You couldn’t help but fall just a little in love with him right there in the aisle. Now comfortable enough to joke with you, you left out a surprised laugh in response. You tip your head back slightly and feel your cheeks squish up without warning.

“I suppose you got me there. Maybe try to lower the aggression levels on your next grocery store run,” you egg him on slightly, a teasing smile remaining on his face.

“What would be the fun in that?” His eyes hold contact just a millisecond longer than normal, and you swear you see a glint of mischief in them. Ah, so bunny-boy knows at least a little how much of a hunk he is.

“Do you flirt with pretty girls at the store by knocking the coffee out of their hands for fun then?” Your eyebrow is raised slightly, and your tone stays as a teasing lilt.

Apparently at his banter limit, he blushes and gapes for a second. “Just teasing you. Thank you again for the coffee,” you reassure. Full basket and fresh coffee in hand, you flash him one last grin before you make your way around him to head towards the register.

As you leave the store, re-entering the street, you can’t help but hope you run into that guy again. He seemed like a genuinely sweet person that you’d love to be friends with. Starting towards the direction of your apartment, you ponder the chances.

You also ponder what baked treat you were going to throw the rest of your afternoon into. After some mental deliberation, you settled on muffins. Easy to take with you for that pesky morning calculus class. Ugh, at the thought of calculus you groaned inside a little. Not only did you have to grapple with the boring math, but you now have to grapple with the decidedly not so boring boys in your class.

[seertale]

A Bit of Assistance

"I thought you said to be here by 8."

"I did."

"So... why is it, like, 9:30 and you're just showing up?"

"Cause a little incident occurred, but it's fine."

Coffee Creamer moved to open up the cafe for the day. Stepping inside, he heard Nightmare follow, and he started getting things ready, starting up machines, the lights, and getting the desserts that were made the night before. Nightmare moved to look around more properly.

It was easy to slip behind the counter, which had a small register. CC worked on setting out all of the breakfast items they served, which were seen through the glass front. He made sure all the labels were set accordingly and that none of the nut products combined with the non-nut ones, just in case. He also set some gluten-free ones off to the side for those with allergies.

Nightmare took a step back, examining all the machines and the kitchen while Creamer worked on the counter. Everything was cheap, but it looked like it worked well. It probably did with Creamer's ability to fix it all. Did he do upgrades, too? He was distracted from his thoughts by CC speaking.

"Alright. Since we don't have time for training, you work the counter and tell me what people order. Menu's up there," he pointed to the ceiling. Nightmare's gaze followed it to see a menu above all of the machines.

"And you have a smaller one for yourself right here." He tapped an advertisement stand on the counter, of which the back had a smaller menu on.

"Do you need glasses to see this, or do I need to get you a bigger menu?"

Anyone who was just watching them would think that Coffee was trying to be courteous, but he was being passive-aggressive in reality and kind of making fun of Nightmare for having one eyelight

"I can see perfectly fine, thank you very much."

"Then read that with picking it up and standing next to the register."

He nodded and looked at it, then squinted, "Uhhhmmm..."

CC rubbed the bridge of his 'nose', "Jesus Christ... alright. I'll get you a bigger one, and if you still can't see it, look at the giant one. People will know you're new, so it's fine."

Nightmare waited as Coffee went to the back and came back with a menu he could set on the top of the register without blocking anything. This one was a bit easier to see, and he quietly thanked CC. Creamer just nodded and turned on the open sign before moving to get the machines running. It took only minutes for people to start coming in and ordering the food and drinks.

The one Nightmare found most peculiar was a skeleton with a black splotch on his cheek, almost like a bad bruise. He wore a brown painter's smock and had a hint of a marijuana smell, though not as noticeable among the smells of the food and coffee. Rather than going to the register, the skeleton headed to the side of the counter and called out for Coffee Creamer.

Nightmare watched the skeleton's companion, a skeleton with black, red, and yellow bones. Blue "tears" fell down his cheeks, and a painting covered his face. He simply sat down at a table. The skeleton in the smock had started a conversation with Creamer while he made coffees and packed up bakery items to go. Nightmare just continued taking orders, noticing that Creamer was just as efficient as before.

The only thing that caught his attention, though, was a couple sentences in the conversation.

"Creamer, I got a question: Where's Ccino? And who's the new guy?"

"Dad fell down the stairs this morning, so he's in the hospital right now."

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@help-im-a-gay-fish

enjoy another part of your boi's story

I'm totally gonna start working on refs soon(hopefully)

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The Meeting of a Lifetime AU Part 10: To Plan a Wedding

Pairing: Ethan x f!MC (Dr. Arundhati Kulkarni)

Characters: Ethan Ramsey, Arundhati Kulkarni, Sahil Kulkarni (OC), Uma Kulkarni (OC), Ruby Ramsey (OC), Mridula Patel (OC)

Word Count: 1558 words

Rating: General

Summary: Ethan and Aru meet Mridula, and continue planning their wedding.

Category: Fluff

Tagging: @nooruleman, @sophxwithers, @jooous, @schnitzelbutterfingers, @red-rookie

A/N:

@nooruleman : Noorie, I am extremely thankful for your help, support and motivation. It was only because of you that I decided to write this series. You are a literal sweetheart. Thanks a lot for your help!

I sincerely apologise if this turns out to be messy or not up to your expectations.

"Hi guys, how are you all doing?", asked Mridula, as she saw the family enter her office.

"Hi Mri, all of us are good, excited, even. How are you?", Sahil responded.

"I'm good, better now that all of you are here."

"Hi, girls! How are you doing?"

"We're good, Mri, it feels nice to meet you again."

"Aww, that's so sweet, you guys are the best!"

"Thanks, Mri."

"So, guys, have a seat, and let's start, shall we?"

"Yeah, let's do it", mentioned Sahil, delighted to see his sister happy while planning her wedding, unlike her first time.

"Aru has already told me that you want a Maharashtrian and a Catholic wedding. So, do you have a particular theme in mind?"

"No, but I have a colour scheme in mind", replied Aru.

"Do you have it with you right now?"

"Yeah, here it is."

"This is a really beautiful colour scheme, Aru."

"Thanks, Mri, Ethan helped me pick it."

"You have a great choice of colours, Ethan."

"Thanks a lot."

"So, do you want a theme, or would you like to base your wedding on colour schemes?"

"I think we should go with the colour scheme. What do you think, Aru?"

"Aru?", Ethan repeated when he saw that she was not paying attention.

"Oh sorry, what were you saying?", replied Aru as her train of thought was disturbed.

"I was asking if our wedding should have a theme, or should we plan according to our colour scheme?"

"Let's go with the colour scheme, honey."

"So, that sounds like a plan! Shall we start looking at wedding dresses?"

"Yeah, let's go."

"So, what I think is that at the Maharashtrian wedding, you both should wear dresses according to the colour scheme, and at the Christian wedding, the bridesmaids and groomsmen can wear their dresses according to the colour scheme."

"That sounds like a brilliant plan."

"I'll go have a look at the dresses, and select a few dresses I think would look good.  Do you want to come along, guys?

"Mri, can Ruby and I come along with you? And Mamu, do you want to come with us?"

"Yeah, sure, let's go."

"Aru, are you okay?", Ethan asked her when they were alone.

"Yeah, why?"

"I noticed that you were distracted."

"Oh, you don't need to worry about it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You can tell me if you need anything, okay?", Ethan mentioned, worried about Aru.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I am fine!", she shouted, annoyed at Ethan.

"I'm sorry", she said, immediately regretting her outburst. "I know you were trying to look after me, honey, and I'm sorry for the way I treated you."

"Hey, look at me, it's okay, do you want to talk about it?", he said, while making soothing circles on her back to calm her down.

"Not right now, but I will tell you when I feel like it."

"So, what are the lovebirds talking about?", asked Mri as she entered the room."

"Oh, it's nothing important", Aru mentioned, but both Mridula and Ethan noticed the hesitation in her voice, and immediately sensed it, not realising that the other had noticed it too.

"Alright, so I have selected a couple of lehengas, so would you like to have a look at them?"

"Yeah, let's go."

"Well, here are a couple of lehengas I think will look good on you, and I have opened up the links for you. And if you want, we can actually go to a boutique and get it personalised."

"I think I prefer to go to the boutique. What do you think, Ethan?"

"You know me, Aru, I'm not a huge fan of technology, so I would prefer to go to a boutique, I just feel they are neater."

"Ethan, would you like to have a sherwani?", Mridula asked.

"Definitely, otherwise, the wedding will feel incomplete, Mri."

"Yeah, that's true."

"So, you can go for your sherwani shopping along with Aru, or on the same day, if you want to keep your look a surprise."

"That sounds like a plan."

"Shall we have a look at the wedding invites?"

"Sure, lead the way, Mri."

"Here are the invites we offer, guys, have a look and tell me which one you like the best."

"So girls, which ones do you like?"

"Are we going to choose the wedding invites?", the girls asked, excited to be given such an important responsibility.

"Yes, you are, but you also need to ask Mamu, okay?"

"Yes, dad."

"Guys, when should I book the cake tasting?"

"What about next week?"

"We have a free slot at 11 am."

"That sounds good."

"And also decide the menu for both the weddings, yeah?"

"Definitely, a wedding is incomplete without delicious food."

"Mri..."

"Yeah, Aru?"

"Thanks a lot for your help."

"No worries, Aru, I am here anytime you need me, okay?"

"Sure."

"Mom, we have chosen this card!", the girls interrupted her conversation with Mridula.

"Omg, look how pretty this card is, Ethan!", Aru mentioned, glad that the girls had interrupted her at the right time."

"Girls, you have done an excellent job!"

"Thanks, dad."

"So, Ethan...., I'm sorry about my outburst earlier."

"Don't worry, jaan, you don't have to be sorry about it."

"Thanks.... wait, did you just call me jaan?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Do you know how sweet that sounds?"

"Yeah, and that's why I wanted to surprise you."

"Aww, that's very sweet of you, love."

"Thanks, darling."

"I just feel awkward around Mri."

"Why?"

"I'm not exactly sure."

"Is it because of the fact that your relationship ended, and she is our wedding planner?"

"Yeah, it could be, but I don't know why I asked her to be our wedding planner."

"It could be possible that you know her very well and she came to your mind as soon as you thought of a wedding planner."

"Yeah, that could be possible. How are you so rational all the time?"

"Well, so that I can maintain your romanticism, and never let it fade, cause it is a part of who you are. And I love every part of you."

A week later, the family went to a bakery along with Mridula and tasted a variety of cakes provided by the bakery, before arriving at a unanimous decision of selecting a chocolate cake, made up of two tiers. For the decorations, they decided to have a simple and traditional design of flowers and beads.

They decided to purchase their wedding dresses separately to surprise each other.

As a result, Aru took Jackie along to purchase her lehenga and the necessary matching accessories, while Ethan took Naveen along with him to purchase his sherwani.

After a lot of deliberation, thought, and retrying on a lot of dresses, Arundhati chose a gorgeous pink lehenga, while Ethan chose a beautiful purple sherwani so that he could complement the colour scheme as well as his beautiful bride.

Two weeks later, both of them went to purchase their dresses for the Catholic wedding, as well as the dresses for the bridesmaids and the groomsmen.

For her bridesmaids, Aru chose a flowy purple dress, and for his groomsmen, Ethan chose a black three-piece suit.

Their wedding preparations were going on smoothly until Ethan heard Arundhati and Mridula talk.

"I can no longer pretend to be happy Aru, I really can't."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Don't you understand? I still have feelings for you. Letting you go was the most regretful decision I have ever made. I still don't understand why I let you go."

"Wha.. please tell me you are joking."

"No, I'm not joking."

"Well, now I can't do anything about it, but you can."

Ethan was shocked to hear what Mridula was saying but trusted Arundhati enough to predict her response.

"Well, what is it? What can I do?"

"Look Mri, I don't want to ruin our friendship, and now that we have met after a long time, even more so. I'm deeply and extremely in love with Ethan, and I can't imagine my life without him anymore. It was my foolishness that I left him before, but I will not dare to repeat the same mistake again. For he has proved to me that we are soulmates, even if he doesn't believe in them. I'm sorry, Mri, but..."

Before she could continue, Ethan came in to talk to Aru about the guest list.

"I heard you and Mri talk. Has anything happened?"

"Did you hear everything?"

"Yeah, and I almost cried at what you said."

"Don't cry, love, save some tears for our wedding."

"Don't worry, there will be a lot of tears on our wedding day."

"By the way, have you started writing your vows?"

"Yeah, what about you?"

"Don't worry, even I have, and cried a lot during it."

"And we also need to plan out our guest list and choose the maid of honour and the best man."

"Without a doubt, the maid of honour will be Sienna."

"What about the best man?"

"Initially, I was confused between Naveen and dad, but now I am completely sure. Dad will be the best man."

"You know what, Ethan, the girls can be the flower girls, and Jenner can be the ring bearer."

"That's a brilliant idea, love."

"Just like you are."

[milknette]

day 03 - time travel

this time we had, i will hold forever.

tumblr month: @auyeahaugust

links: ao3 | ff.net

BUNNYX warns him that he shouldn't stay for too long.

It's a simple mission, after all— get in, ensure Master Fu meets Marinette that day on the street, and him outside the school, and that the two of them receive their Miraculous. All he really has to do is maybe put up a roadblock or a stop sign, but he can't find it in himself to leave so soon.

Instead, Adrien Agreste walks toward the Dupain-Cheng bakery.

"What are you doing?" Bunnyx's voice rings in his ear— a telepathic talent she'd developed over years of training in costume (and one that he personally finds quite irritating).

"Calm down," he replies instead. "This is all part of the plan."

"No, Chat, the plan is that you get Master Fu to the bakery. Not you." She sighs, and her voice shifts to a softer tone. "Look, Adrien, I know you want to see her but you can't do this. It's too dangerous."

Adrien's eyes shift downward, and he takes a deep breath in. "I won't do anything," he says. "I swear. Besides, I know for a fact that she won't be there yet." He laughs softly to himself. "It's too early; she'll still be asleep."

"But we can't take that risk. What if her parents recognize you?"

"It's been almost fifteen years, Alix. I doubt they'll recognize me now. And at this point in time, I haven't even met them yet." Adrien tips his shades downward, and shifts the tie along his black trenchcoat. "I'm disguised, too. Trust me, I just need to order something to get this plan moving, okay?"

He hears her sigh, audibly exhausted, but she caves. "Fine," Bunnyx finally says. "Just be quick, alright? And no small talk either." Her voice quiets down. "This is important. Please don't do anything to jeopardize this."

"Thank you," Adrien replies. There's still a lot of things left unsaid, things that hang heavily in the air, but they choose to ignore it.

Now isn't the time.

He enters the bakery.

.

.

It's the smell that hits him first—

That unique blend of scents from freshly-baked goods and sweets that waft pleasantly across the room. Sure, the bakery still stands years into the future (something he's always been thankful), but there's something new and at the same time nostalgic about entering the place it was years before.

And he sees them: a small, tout, woman lightheartedly berating her husband, an almost-gigantic man who would've been intimidating if not for his kind smile and altogether too-sweet demeanour.

Adrien's mind flashes back to a few years later, with him bowing down to them, nervously asking for their blessing to have their daughter's hand in marriage.

Being held in the token Dupain-Cheng family hug.

His mind's distracted as a familiar voice rings through the store: "Well hello there, what can I get for you today?"

"Ah," he coughs. "I'll take anything you recommend. I'm not really in the mood for anything specific."

The small lady nods as she looks along the shelf of goods, before retrieving a single tray of macarons from the fridge. They're bright pink, and he recognizes them as soon as they enter his sight.

They're hers. She made them.

"Now these aren't actually our creations, but our daughter, who's extremely talented at great at baking, is—,"

"No need," he replies, quickly retrieving his wallet. "I'll take it."

(It takes a few minutes for him to retrieve bills that were still used in the period he was in, but he does have enough.)

"Great! Then I'll get that right out for you." She smiles brightly. "Will you be eating it on the way out?"

"Yes, thanks Miss Dupain-Cheng."

As soon as the statement escapes his mouth, they both pause in surprise— Adrien, even more so. "I mean, that is you, right? Since this is the Dupain-Cheng bakery…"

To his relief, the adult woman simply smiles at him. "You're right. I'm Sabine," she replies. "And this is a family-owned business. You've heard of us, then?"

Adrien scratches his head. "I've heard that your family makes the best sweets in all of Paris."

Sabine laughs. "Well, I don't know about that." She says easily, before winking. "But I'm glad someone seems to enjoy our food to that level."

He nods along absentmindedly. "So even your daughter bakes, then? That must be great."

"It is!" Sabine replies, softly humming along as she carefully reheats the macaron. "She helps out sometimes— that is, if she wakes up on time." The parent laughs to herself, suddenly looks at him, then wonders aloud. "Do you have kids?"

Adrien smiles back at her, though it's a little less genuine. "I wish I could've been so lucky, but no, unfortunately."

"Oh," Sabine replies, sympathetic. "Sorry if I was intruding."

"No, no," Adrien's quick to reply. "It's okay! I did want kids— me and my wife, but we were never blessed with them."

"Well," Sabine hums. "It's not too late to keep trying! Marinette… my daughter, she was a little surprise to our family. Our little miracle."

Hearing her name escape her mother's lips is a little too much to handle.

A flash of her father, oftentimes towering, hunched downward, head buried in his hands, never looking smaller than he'd ever been then. Her mother's aghast face, kneeling beside him, holding onto his frame like it was the end of the world.

(And maybe it was. He felt like it was. They all did.)

Adrien swallows down the sudden rush of emotion, and instead plasters on a happy expression. "I'd love to try again. It's everything we ever wanted."

"Then I wish both of you luck." Sabine smiles, kind, full of good intent, as she passes him two macarons— one ready-to-eat, and the other neatly tied into a box. "For your wife," she winks. "I hope you'll come again."

Adrien smiles, again, and whispers, "thanks," before immediately walking away.

Bunnyx was right, after all. It was too much.

.

.

After his visit at the Dupain-Cheng bakery, Adrien immediately makes his way to Master Fu.

The experience is a whole other mess of emotions— he wonders if it's because he's been thrown so far into the past, but the memory of their guardian sacrificing himself to save them becomes a fresh wound, and he actively has to shake off the feeling.

He doesn't introduce himself, of course; it's too risky, but he finds a way to catch the older man's attention.

With Marinette's macarons.

(Even now, she still finds a way to help him. It's a strange feeling, like she's right there, working with him to complete the mission together.)

As Master Fu steps outside his shop, Adrien strategically walks past, bumping into him as they both tumble into the ground; dropping the macaron box as near as he can to the guardian.

"I'm so sorry!"

"Please don't worry, it's okay." Master Fu's quick to respond— quite agile for his age, and easily picks himself back up. He bends down and picks up the box, offering it to the younger male. "Here, I believe this is yours?"

"Oh, thank you so much," Adrien replies, taking it into his hand. "The Dupain-Cheng's have the best sweets in town; it'd be a waste if they were ruined."

"The Dupain-Chengs…." Master Fu hums, leaning over his cane as if in thought. "That's the bakery in Rue Gotlib, is it?"

"Yes, I love what they make there," Adrien continues, as if hooking in bait. "It tastes delicious—," then, as if in thought, he suddenly returns the box. "Please, try some."

"No, that's alright…"

"I insist," Adrien presses on. "Take it as my apology for bumping into you."

"Well, I'm not one to say no to a free meal," Master Fu laughs, then pops the macaron into his mouth in one gulp. His face lights up almost immediately. "That is lovely! And they're currently open?"

Adrien smiles. This was child's play. "Yes, just got these fresh off the oven earlier today." Then, he drops the hint. "These macarons are actually made by the family's daughter— she seems really sweet, and talented too."

"A daughter, hm?" Master Fu looks deep in thought, then nods to himself. "Then, maybe I should order a box for myself. Thank you, sir…"

"Just a friendly stranger passing by," Adrien finishes on for him. Master Fu nods in understanding. (If anything, he was the expert on secret identities, after all.)

"Maybe you'll allow me to treat you some time? I'm sure that macaron was meant for someone else."

"Maybe in the future," Adrien responds, still smiling at him. "And it's completely okay— I don't think she could've eaten them, anyway."

At that, he excuses himself, making up some half-baked excuse about having somewhere else to be.

Adrien doesn't really remember.

His heart feels heavy and it's becoming so much more than he can handle.

He doesn't belong here.

Not anymore.

.

.

The next, and final, task involves much less talking— simply needing to follow Master Fu around and ensure that the Miraculous end up in their hands.

Adrien's relieved to find that he doesn't have to do much to get his own Miraculous, seeing the guardian quickly end up at their school after finding out about Marinette.

He watches with slight awe as the younger him helps Master Fu without a moment's notice, with his expression souring as he's escorted back into the limousine.

Things were never easy back then. (They never got easier even after he was 'free'— but Marinette always had a way of making things seem much better than they were. She always knew what to say.)

As soon as the Younger Adrien leaves, Bunnyx's voice rings in his ear. "Good job, Chat. Now it's time to go."

"Wait."

"What do you mean wait, it's done. The Miraculous are in the right hands. You need to go."

"Wait."

His voice is soft, almost too quiet to be heard, but it's so set and determined that even Bunnyx pauses in her tracks.

Then: "I just want to see one thing."

"Adrien, you know I can't…"

"Please." He whispers it, but she can hear the crack in his voice. Hear the crack in his heart. "I just want to see her."

Bunnyx sighs.

"How long do you need?"

"Just give me the end of the day."

.

.

Adrien spends the rest of the afternoon walking around Paris.

It's strange, being somewhere so familiar yet unfamiliar, somewhere so new yet so nostalgic, all at the same time. He decides to stay away from the school and all the places he knows she'll be, simply because he's not ready.

Not yet.

Just a few more hours.

.

.

It's raining.

Adrien watches from outside, as the dark clouds serve well to cover his grown frame. Students are walking outside as the bell signals the end of classes for the day, and he waits.

He waits until they slowly fill out until only two people are left in the entire school building.

He's not sure if he's ready for this.

She walks out of the building.

He knows he's not ready for this.

Adrien almost slips over the concrete. It feels like the wind's knocked out of his lungs; seeing her all over again, he can't help but gasp for air. She was right there. Standing plainly like there wasn't anything wrong in the world.

Like she hadn't destroyed his own.

He has to stop himself from running to her. From confirming for himself that she isn't fake; not another figment of his imagination coming to haunt him after months of nightmares and night terrors.

Instead, he breathes in.

And he waits, as a Younger Him walks next to her.

Adrien's not close enough to hear their exchange, but it doesn't matter because he already knows those words by heart. Their first conversation forever carved into his memory as the first time he ever spoke with his soulmate.

He watches as his younger self extends his hand to give her umbrella, and how she reaches out to take it.

"You know, I felt something when our hands touched," Adrien begins, fully aware that Bunnyx was watching the whole spectacle from her burrow. "I just… I didn't know what it was yet. It was a new feeling… but I know my body knew before my mind did: that I had met my soulmate."

He laughs as the umbrella closes over Marinette's head.

"Apparently that was when she fell in love with me." Adrien continues, smiling forlornly. "Can you believe that? No normal person would fall in love with someone that quickly. We spoke less than a hundred words to each other. And we just met."

He pauses, watching as the Younger Him drives away, and as Tikki flies out from Marinette's bag to speak with her.

"But I think subconsciously, she knew too. That we were meant-to-be. That I loved her, and that she loved me. We just didn't know it at the time… not yet."

The tear rolls down Adrien's face before he can stop it.

Then they don't stop at all.

A torrent of tears, unstoppable. He can't breathe. He can't speak. He can't stand. He exhales deeply, and desperately tries to rub away the sadness. The grief. The loss.

Adrien only realizes he's no longer in the past when Bunnyx's arms wrap around his body.

He feels lost.

And Marinette's no longer there to guide him.

.

.

Adrien kneels down onto the soil, and sets down a bouquet of flowers.

He lights a candle— scented, sweet, and lays it on the grass.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng

"I miss you."

Beloved friend, daughter, and wife.

"I love you."

Our Everyday Ladybug.

"I'll never forget you."

May she rest in peace.

"Goodbye."

[onlystylesangels]

I Will Be There

Pairing: Harry x Character: (Ella)

Prompt: Where (Ella) texts Harry about how she's going to be horrible during her AMA'S performance. Harry then video chats her and they talk about it

Warnings: Fluff, supportive Harry, body image, a little cursing

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A/N: Hello! This was another idea I had and decided to finally write it.

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It's been months since Ella found out that she was going to be performing at an awards show.

The American Music Awards.

Ella has been petrified about being at the event altogether. She was excited that she was asked to perform her latest singles, but she was also going to be performing in front of so many other artists that she has admired for so long. She was nervous about what they would think of her.

Ella has been friends with Harry since one of her close friends invited her to go to this wedding she was invited to. Y/n went and there is where her friend introduced her to Harry Styles, the charming British lad that once worked at a bakery.

Ella and Harry then became very close and they always had contact with each other no matter what country they were at.

Currently, Harry was in London where he was resting at the moment after touring for a whole year.

Ella was in California where she was lying in bed, her head wrapped up in a towel because she just came out of the shower. Soft music was heard from her Bluetooth speaker that she had mounted on her nightstand.

She began texting Harry, telling him the big news that she was going to perform in less than a week at the AMA'S.

"Love. That's amazing! Congratulations."

_"I'm nervous though. What if I sound terrible and what if they make up stories about me that I can't _sing or I didn't dress appropriately."

"Love, you are going to be fine."

"I can't do it Harry."

"Hold on Ella"

Ella waited for a couple of minutes until she received a video call from Harry. She smiled at the picture she had his contact as, him puckering his lips wearing his pink Gucci glasses.

"Can you hear me pet?" Harry's voice rang out, as his face started to shift and discolor for a bit until he stopped moving around and his face was still.

"Harry?"

Harry smiles, showing off his dimple

"Yes love. Its me."

"Why FaceTime? We were just texting."

"I like FaceTime better. I wanted to talk to you face to face."

Ella touched her chest, feeling touched by Harry's little response.

"I wanted to say that no matter what happens at your performance it's only going to last for three or four minutes. Don't overthink it, while you're up on that stage you'll get nervous, yes, I'm not going to lie about that. But once you finish performing you're gonna wish it never ends, but it always does."

Ella let that sink in her head, as she imagined hearing the praising and claps from the audience and seeing smiling people bobbing their heads to the beat of the music. You wanted to feel ready, but you were so close to being ready now that Harry made the performance seem as a regular performance in front of your fans or family.

You were ready this whole time, you just didn't want to make yourself think you were ready.

"Ella don't worry, I'm going to go the AMA'S I'm going to be backstage and I will be there if something happens or if you feel self-conscious. I'll be there for you Ella, I won't allow you to feel alone because I'm going to be with you."

Ella frowns and she remembers that Harry was on break after he finished his world tour. He can't go, there is no humanely way that Ella will allow Harry to travel down to California just so he can be with her.

"Harry you can't come. The AMAS is during your break. I'm not going to let you come and see me. I don't want you to interrupt your vacation just for me. "

He shakes his head, closing his eyes for a bit and opening them, "You can't stop me love, I'll make it, don't worry okay? I don't want you to worry about me, just relax okay I'll be fine."

Deep inside you were regretting telling Harry about the show you were going to perform, but at the same time you wanted to see someone from the crowd that wouldn't be judging you.

 Flashback

“Does she really think she has a good voice for the boss? Look at her, she’s short and ugly.”

Ella would constantly hear the other girls banter about her and how she looked. She always felt self-conscious about her body and especially her face. She was wanting to change her face and add more definition to her body as well, but her sister stopped her from choosing to change her beautiful features.

“Ella, you don’t have to change your face to stop the people from talking about your face and body. Don’t pay attention to them, they’re just jealous because you’re one of the lucky ones that got signed off with a record deal and look at your nose, honey we have the same nose, why do you want to change your nose?”

“I am tired of hearing them talking about my face how they always tell me how my eyebrows are ugly and that my body is my obstacle because I’m… fat.”

“Baby, you’re not fat stop saying you’re fat. You’re beautiful the way you are and there is no one that will change that. Because if you change how you look, you are changing to look like the person that the people want to see you be, but once you change your body you’re not going to recognize yourself you’re going to feel as if there is a stranger in your body. You’re not going to feel as yourself.”

_But her sister didn’t understand how she felt when those girls would criticize her about her looks and how they constantly told her to fuck off and leave the building where she was training her voice where she was determined to become a famous singer or to become someone. Ella just wanted to be noticed for once. _

“I just want them to stop Daisy, I can’t take their judgments anymore, I hate hearing them talk about my body and I just want to change it so they can finally stop talking about me for once.” Ella sighed out, wiping away the tears that started to fall down her peachy, freckled cheeks.

“I know darling, but you can’t just decide to change your body because you want people to stop talking about you. If you want to change the way your body looks you have to do it for yourself to be happy not to make someone else feel happy. Remember it’s your body, you’re going to feel the pain, but them… they aren’t going to feel any pain because it’s not their body. So if you change your body, you’re not going to be benefiting yourself, you’re just going to be another victim of theirs.” Daisy emphasized, cupping her little sister’s cheeks and kissing her forehead giving her reassurance that she wasn’t alone, that she had someone to be there for her and that she was never going to leave her side until she finally admitted that she doesn’t have to change for anyone’s liking.

Flashback ended

  “Love? Did you hear me?” Ella came back to the present where she was seated on the mattress of her bed, forgetting that she was facetiming with Harry.

“Sorry Harry. Did you say something?”

“It’s all right. You’re getting a little sleep eh?”

“A little Harry. Sorry I wasn’t paying attention to you, I got uh… distracted.”

“It’s fine love. I’ll text you or you can text me… whichever works.” Harry smiles and looks down, showing off his beautiful dimples that Ella loved so endearingly.

“Yea, yea. Maybe tomorrow? We’ll see Harry.”

Ella stared at her computer screen as she remembered the first time they met at that party and how he was like a magnet, pulling in anyone that was affected by his beautiful charm, and aura. That was his gift, he always managed to pull anyone that felt interested in knowing this lean, tall green-eyed man that at first looks intimidating, but once you talk to him he is nothing, but a big stuffed bear that you could cuddle with every day.

 The comfortable silence brought Harry back as he was also distracted staring at Ella’s freckled cheeks, he found her cheeks his favorite facial feature on her face, reminding him of the many little stars that stare back down on him every night.

Harry breaks the silence by clearing his throat which cause Ella to come back from her deep thoughts, as she stared at Harry’s pink heart-shaped lips as he was speaking,

“Love, it’s getting a bit late. Im’a leave ya so you could rest up for your day tomorrow, yea?” Harry asked, as he was rubbing his eyes himself, showing that he was also tired from the long talk.

“Yea. I should get to sleep, I just lost track of time. Sorry if I kept you up.” Ella apologized, covering her mouth as a yawn escaped her lips.

“Don’t apologize love, it’s actually already morning here, I couldn’t quite fall asleep, I kept overthinking over somethin’. But thank you for texting, I would’ve still be up doin’ nothin’.”

“Harry! You never mentioned it was morning there already. I forgot that London is eight hours ahead. I’m so sorry Harry, I’m going to leave you so you can get your rest. Good night Harry.”

“Don’t be sorry Ella. It felt good to talk to you again. We should do this again some other day, maybe tomorrow, or… I mean when you can or if you want to do this again.” Harry stuttered out, as Ella smiled finding Harry being cute, stuttering trying to be understood by her.

“Yes Harry. I enjoyed this very much, especially your company. Good night Harry, dream of your lucky stars.” Ella finished off, as she watched Harry smile again showcasing his infamous dimples,

“Good night love, dream of your many desired dreams, I’ll see you real soon Ella.” He farewelled, as Ella smiled, but her smile disappeared when she saw the video call come to an end when Harry pressed the little red button on the screen and her screen was replaced with a black, empty space.

A/N: Hey! Let me know what you thought of this one, and feel free to go to my ask box, or message me if you want! I would love to hear what you thought. Much love -A.❤💓

P.S. (Let me know if you want this to be a series or not. okay that's it im going now.)